You spill

Vanessa hands you a cute pair of sandals with high cork heels, Marcy snatches them and helps you put them on, buckling the tiny buckles around your ankles while you lean against the table. “Actually my mom named me Alex. I’ve always been a boy. I… I didn’t even know it was a choice. But she picked this school out for me and signed me in as Alexis, so maybe she knew, even when I didn’t. That I. I mean. I think I might be a girl.” You look at them. A tiny tear forms in Vanessa’s eye. Marcy is just grinning widely.

Marcy stands up. Smugly she says, “If she signed you in as Alexis, then it says Alexis on your birth certificate. Probably your driver’s license too. I. Was. Right.”

Vanessa looks shocked, “Holy shit. I think she is right. The school requires a birth certificate with the same name or proof of name change. I had to deal with that. Where’s your license? Is it possible it says Alexis and you didn’t even notice?”

“No. That’s crazy.” You say fishing through your purse. You pull it out. Look at it. Through the clear window of the slot in your cute new wallet it almost looks like. You take it out.

Marcy snatches it from your hand, looks at it, and just explodes with laughter. She almost falls down. “You are such a silly bitch.”

Vanessa holds out her hand, “Stop laughing and hand it to me.”

Marcy is instantly silent. She hands it over.

“Does it actually say Alexis?” You ask, hands clasped together.

She looks up, smiling, she turns it in her hand to show you. “The little bitch is right.” Sure enough, it says your name is Alexis.

What do you say?