My classmate Sharon came home with me to play. And all of a sudden, I was telling her I was born a boy, but that my mom had decided to make me a girl. Sharon wanted proof. So, I went into the bathroom and stuffed my underpants with toilet paper so I could show her my “bulge”. The next day she had told everyone. Even my teacher asked me what was going on. It was the first time I discovered how important gender is for the outside world. While, for me, it already was something I could tune in and out of. I was six.