Gaming while female is enough to incur the wrath of the dude-bros, and they’ve come for me. Instead of fighting back, I’ve created an alternate account. Male name, male pronouns. And I’ve met this girl. I’ve always liked girls, and Laura’s adorable and smart and never gives up, and she likes me back. Or rather, she likes the man I’m pretending to be. But I can’t tell her I’m a woman without the mob coming after her too. And I might not be a woman, not really. The truth is, I don’t know what I am anymore. I’ve spent my whole life being told how I’m supposed to act and what I’m supposed to be, but none of it feels right. And my lie is starting to feel truer than anything I’ve ever been. There’s a convention coming up, but the closer it gets, the more I have to lie or fight. But if I don’t stand my ground as a girl, am I letting the haters win? Then again, those aren’t the only two ways to live. * * * * * * * Word 55,000; page 230