Dave

“Henry? Is that really you?” I asked, dumbfounded, as I approached him. It was hard to believe something like that, it had only been a few weeks since I had last seen him and now here he was, all changed. That was unbelievable.

“Actually, I thought you were going to call me Deborah,” he said, still looking at me.

I frowned. “Deborah?” That was the name he used before, that was his given name, back when he was still a girl. And why the hell was he wearing it now? ...