“No,” said Diane. “I mean you smell like a girl all the time. You didn’t smell like a boy before. You can’t fake pheromones. I think you’re really female. Like, chemically or something.” “That’s cool,” said Paul. “I think that must be true.” “Did you always know you were a girl?” Diane asked. The waitress came back, took their order, and left. Paul thought. Had he always been a girl?—
