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It is 2312. The world is coming to an end. For you, at least. 20 years before death — You always knew who you were, despite what the adults called you. Since you first learned how to speak, you contested your identity. Your parents laughed, explained how that just wasn't how it worked and you weren't old enough to understand what it meant to be a girl or a boy just yet. 18 years before death — You're sent off to kindergarten in a dress. The ultimate humiliation. You feel eyes on you from the second you walk through the doors. You're sent to the principal's office and suspended after you take it off in protest. They call you ind