A six-and-a-half-foot woman in a small car can only get gesture so much before you run out of places to dodge. “You’re not a pervert for liking what you see in the mirror,” Riley declares. She speaks with authority of preacher, “You’re a woman!”

“But it’s not the same…You were born a woman.”

”Ughhh, I never could figure out why you…and “Alexa” are so stuck on this definition of womanhood. Where does it come from?!”

She takes a breath and continues, nearly defeated. “It’s like there’s someone out there with a sadness beam, pointed at every trans girl, sapping all their confidence.”

Her eyes then widen as quickly as the snap from her fingers. “We’re gonna fix this. Tonight!”