“I’m transgender,” he says. “You’re what?” “Transgender.” Transgender? I’m gobsmacked. My jaw is on the floor. I had no idea. Or I hadn’t thought about it. Why would I think about it? I pull away from him completely. “What does that mean?” I ask, even though I understand perfectly what it means. I need to hear him unpack it for me. Pony clears his throat. “I was born in a girl body, but I’m not a girl. I’ve never felt like a girl. I’m a boy. Every part of me is a boy, except my body.”
