Oo girl, I'm already there. I have my Louboutins in the closet with my Oscar deLaurntis dresses. I'm a female trapped in a man's body, Mr. Authority. Whatcha going to do as I pee in the girls' bathroom? I have my rights to claim I'm a girl, or maybe a cross-species or maybe an evolved species or maybe just a damn sicko perv who needs a psychiatrist.
I self identify as a sea urchin.