Page 11 of Precise Justice

“Um, oh, I don’t know,” Robbie replied. “I’m still, I guess…” he started to say then paused.

“Confused, uncertain, not comfortable,” Friedman said.

“Yeah,” Robbie agreed. “All of those things.”

“That’s perfectly normal. I’d be surprised if you didn’t feel those things. Very few of my trans patients take to it without any misgivings.”

“Feel better?” Priscilla asked.

“I guess, sure,” Robbie replied.

“I noticed you have a birthday coming up,” Friedman said.

Yes,” Robbie said.

“You’ll be how old?”

“Twelve,” Robbie answered.

“What about girls? Do you have any feelings toward girls?”

“Like what?”

“Are you attracted to them? Do you find yourself being, well, sexually attracted to them?”

Robbie’s face almost completely turned crimson from being asked that in front of his mother.

“No, no, uh uh, no,” he replied.

“Roberta, tell the truth, it’s okay,” Priscilla said.

“Well, I’m supposed to be a girl now, right? So, I guess, no. I’m not attracted to them,” he lied.

“Are you feeling any side effects from the drugs?” Friedman asked to both find out and change the subject.

“I don’t know. I don’t shave as much,” Robbie said deliberately being a smartass.

Friedman, the stoic professional, managed to smile at the joke.

“I have someone I’d like you to meet,” Friedman said.

“Who?” Robbie asked.

“I’ve already talked to your mother about it. Priscilla seems to agree you could benefit from a little mentoring. She is a trans person who is completely through the process, even the surgery.”

“When would I do the surgery?” Robbie asked.

“A least three years,” Friedman said. “Depends on how things go. Just a moment.”

Friedman picked up his phone and called out to the receptionist. A moment later an older teen was led in.

She was tall, five eight or nine, slender and pretty. Except, the first thing Robbie noticed about her was the size of her hands. Her nails were well manicured but her fingers, for a woman as tall as she was, were short and a bit stubby. Overall, the hands were larger than a female of her size as were her feet.

Friedman introduced her as Joan, formerly John. She took a chair matching Friedman’s and sat down in front of Robbie.

“You’re new, just beginning, I’m told,” Joan said to Robbie. “You must have a million questions and uncertainty, don’t you? And doubts.”

“Yes,” Robbie gave his one-word reply.