If I were to claim that I were an African-American tomorrow in spite of my lily white skin and demonstrable heritage, I would be laughed at. If I sincerely believed that and continued to press the matter, I would be considered to be "eccentric" at best, mentally troubled at worst. But if I declare tomorrow that I am a woman trapped in a man's body and demand to start using the ladies' room-- I would be a darling of the friends of the deceased in this story.