A man in the waiting room for my doctor's appointment leaned over and asked if he could ask me a question.

I said maybe.

He asked me what gender I was.

I told him to guess.

He said I looked transgender.

I said that’s an adjective, not a gender.

He asked me if I was confused.

I told him I hold a Master's degree in English and know words better than he does.

He asked if I ever wanted to change back.

I told him they let you switch every third Wednesday if you save up your points.