“Oh my god.” I felt more blood pooling into my palm. “Does this happen a lot? Should I get you a tampon? Like they do in the movies?” “No, it doesn’t, and yes, okay.” “Okay! I don’t have one!” They were speaking very loudly. “I don’t either, I don’t have my bag with me!” “Oh no. Like, I, um. I don’t get my period. Oh, this is a weird way to tell you I’m on testosterone! Okay! The tampon search commences.”
