“Egg cracking starts when these ‘boys’ discover what’s so obvious to everyone else.” Riley says, now moving to a melancholy whisper, spreading her palms across the counter like a bed of fog. “And then it starts…Even before I found out what was making you so depressed. Becca said you were sorta…unhappy…like all the time.”

“If I…err someone, occasionally crossdresses, and it makes them feel good, that’s just a fetish. It all starts and ends in the bedroom.”

“That’s different—”

“—Aaaand, and…if this person wanted to dress up all day — Then what? We just tell him, ‘Hey go for it?’ Okay, you’re a girl now!‘”

“Yeah, why not?”