“Hi, I’m Pony.” I clear my throat, and the mic releases a shriek of feedback. “As many of you know, this is my first year at Hillcrest. And, I like it. But I hid something because I wanted you to like me. I wanted to feel normal.” I pause again. My binder feels two sizes too small. “But what is normal?” I think of Ted London’s regret. Of the two words he couldn’t say. And how he can never say them again. “I’m transgender,” I say into the mic.
