Concerned parent (CP): - I have a son, excuse me a daughter, she is 11, and says she is born in the wrong body…
Doctor: - Stop it right there. There is no wrong body. Your daughter has a female body if she says she is female.
CP: - But she has male genitalia.
Doctor: - You mean she has an oversized clitoris and ovaries that have descended a bit much. We like to call them ovasticles. Nothing out of the ordinary. Tell her not to worry. And she has the universal vagina. TERFs call it the anus, but what do they know about femaless. Everyobody knows it is the very place your daughter can access her, ahem, femaleness. All in good time.
CP: - But she is afraid of puberty!
Doctor: - No fear. Puberty is on a spectrum, like sex. Some women have their period through the universal vagina. Just make some ketchup popsicles and hey presto, instant period. And edible too.
CP: - So you do not suggest puberty blockers? Cross sex hormones? Surgery?
Doctor: - Whoa, stop it right there. Are you a TERF or something. Sex. Is. A. Spectrum. You cannot cross a spectrum. And surgery? Cut off your daughter’s clitoris? That is FGM. I will pretend I did not hear you.
CP: - What about top surgery? Is it advisable?
Doctor: - Well, if your daughter wants to breastfeed in the future, and which woman does not want to, we will give her the correct cocktail of medications and hormones that are totally safe so she can experience the clitoral erections associated with breastfeeding. Why do you think they called them ‘wet’ nurses? I rest my case.
CP: - Well, thanks for the reassuring news which I will convey to my daughter….
Doctor: - Wait a second, how old is your daughter again, 50? Has she just discovered her ineffable femaleness?
CP: - Of course not, she is 11!
Doctor: - Oh well then, scratch all that. Your daughter is a clusterfuck of mistakes. She’ll need puberty blockers, gender affirming hormones, bottom surgery (fingers crossed on the size of that clitoris, does she have a long colon by any chance), top surgery, facial surgery, voice box surgery, the sky is the limit to make her into the girl she already totally is.
CP: - Thanks doctor, I already taught I was going to have a dead son now I will have a plastic daughter.
Doctor: - Speaking of sons, no transboys? We love to cut off those useless fat sacks*. Teetus deletus.
CP: Teetus deletus to you.
PS: All the references to ‘medical practices’ and language are taken from gender ideologists.
*This is how an Italian ‘transman’ described her breasts before she had her mastectomy.
This is fantastic! Brilliant!!!