"But I would like to know what is going on, what is happening to me."
"So would I Alvin, but until you have an answer, I'm afraid that what your Mother says will rule. Do you like being a girl?"
"I'm no girl, Dad. Mom is apparently trying to make me into one, but I am not a girl!" For some reason I stamped one of my high-heeled feet for emphasis, an odd move for a boy.
"All right. All right!" He almost put his hands up to shield himself.
"You come up with answers, and we'll get you out of this. No answers, no out until Mom says so."
"Then I'm doomed," I said, hanging my head.
"We'll see, son, we'll see."