Marty wants to stay a man.

"Please sit down." said the doctor, and I did as instructed.
I looked around the office, but nothing really caught my attention, it was just another run of the mill doctor's office full of white, sterile surfaces.
"We have finished the tests, and I have to say I've never seen anything like this. Are you sure you were born man?"
"Yes. Born a man. Always been a man. You can ask my parents" I got tired of repeating it over and over last few days.
"It's just ... those kind of mutations, and results, well they don't really happen in adulthood, or even when you're a child for that matter."
"I understand, but maybe they were dormant and something triggered it? Like some waste or asbestos in the walls of my apartment? I started feeling weird right after moving into a new room for university" I tried to think rationally, last thing I want to happen right now is for me to become some kind of test subject.
"Maybe." Doctor did not seem to be convinced "We didn't find anything dangerous in your apartment though. Still you might want to move"
That's for sure. I thought.
"All right. We'll start you on the testosterone supplements and oestrogen inhibitors, hopefully we'll see results within few month"
"Few months?"
"If we're lucky yes. Don't worry. We'll figure it out.
"Maybe" - It was my turn to be sceptical.
"I'll refer you to my colleague who specializes in trans-gender youth"
"I'm not trans-gender!" I said angrily.
"Regardless. Her expertise will be useful." with that he started writing notes on his computer - using two fingers, so it took a while.

I left the doctor's office with a bunch of recipes, bunch of ****, and a firm desire to never go there again in my life.