“Yeah, Miss Lib parent, your little blue haired freak was under some delusions so we took him to a weekend christian camp for consultation, education, and a booster of testosterone to kill his urge to wear dresses. We didn’t want to tell you for fear of him unaliving himself. I mean, which would you rather have? A good christian son or a dead, mutated fake girl?”
Lib head explodes.
Too, too funny.! :-)