Some boys, when they grew up, wanted to be a fireman, a policeman, a soldier, or a doctor, but not me.
I wanted to be a beautiful, young, talented woman who has a voice like velvet and a body made to make men hard.
My parents thought it was a phase I would grow out of.
They tried sending me to a straight camp, thinking I was gay.
I was not; I just wanted to be a woman.
One day, walking home, miserable and depressed, thinking of things I should not think about, I found what looked like a shiny pebble in the dirt.
The minute my hand touched it, I felt a strange warmth throughout my body.
Then the stranger's most marvellous thing ever happened to me:
I went from being me to being my dream girl, Scarlett Johansson.
I don't know if it was because of the stone or because of my desire.
I checked up on my parents and myself, but it turned out they never had a child called Frank who wanted to be a woman; they never had children in this reality of life.
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