Interrupt them, you don't want a new name!

"Hey!", you chime in not wanting the last thing that reminds you of your male-self taken away from you. "I already have a name. I don't need a second one."

Displeased your mother looks at you. "Look at you. You can't be John any longer. Just sit tight and let us handle this." She is about to turn back to your father to continue picking when you jump up. This is too much. "NO! I won't let you do this. this has already gone way too far. I wanted to just endure this in my room, and you made me dress like this and even put makeup on me. It’s enough!"

Now your mother is angry. "YOU wanted my help. And back upstairs you liked what I did." That she was not only talking about your new appearance is making you blush again, but before you can say anything she continues. "If you hate what I did to help you, maybe you should just leave and see how you are faring without any help from us. Your decision." "Yes, maybe I should do that!" Angrily the two of you stare at each other until you jump up, grab your things and run out of the house. You just wanted to keep your old name, how could that little fight blow out of proportion that fast? With tears of anger, you stomp down the sideway not looking where you are going.

Still fuming about her treatment of yours, your legs carry you along the main street past a construction site where you quickly find out that being the target of some catcalls is not that funny. Blushing bright red at the workers comments on your features you quickly decide to hide away in a cafe not far down the road.