Stop calling me Jack!
How many times do I have to tell you my name is Gillian now, I haven’t spent the last year taking hormones and having experimental nano-surgery just so you can keep calling me by that ugly boy’s name.
I mean just look at me, do I sound like a man?
Do I dress or walk or stand like a man?
Do these tits look like they belong to a man?
No, they do not. I’m not him any more and the sooner you accept that the happier we will both be!
