De’ana
Riordan, 25,
Newton Abbot,
Devon
Ever since I can remember, I hated being a boy.
‘I’m a girl,’ I’d think, even as a tot.
But my name was Dean.
And I had a penis.
I’d ask my mum Vikki for girls’ clothes, and play with dolls. I loved Barbies and mermaids. I’d wear dresses and skirts, desperately hoping it’d make me become a girl.
Luckily, my family was supportive, but I hated my boy’s body.
And things only got harder when I started school. I wore a boy’s uniform, but I was desperately uncomfortable.
Peering into the girls’ changing rooms one day, I spied on the girls’ bodies. Not in a perverted way, but I was curious.
I don’t have the same parts as them, I thought. Yet, I…
