My dad told me three lies as a child:
They weren’t my real parents, they stole me from a shopping cart when I was a baby. It took me a second but I was okay with this because they were so nice to me.
I was really a boy but they had me switched to a girl because they already had two boys. It took me awhile but I eventually was okay with this as well after thinking how awesome being a girl is.
That my real parents they stole me from were black and that I was really a black child. I asked why my skin was white and he said it’s because I grew up with them. This answer seemed very logical to my child-brain.
So for a very long time as a child I truly believe I was really a black boy… And I was absolutely okay with that.
As a teenager and young adult, every time I brought someone home he would ask them, “Has she told you about the surgery?”

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