This is so very poignant and the indescribable pain. Such angst. It could have been written on Santa Monica Blvd. in LA. Fortunately, Paris, (may I call you Paris?) you discovered the deception in time and before contracting a social disease. I've known models and photo assistants who didn't discover, until it was too late, that a boy wasa girl, and a girl was a boy, at Barnie's Beanery.