GretaGreta wiped tears from her eyes as she folded the latest letter she’d gotten from her Shelly. The tears were mixed tears of heartbreak and anger.
“What’s wrong, Mutter?” her son asked.
She hadn’t noticed he’d come into her room, but this question was filled with concern. He was such a good boy.
“It’s nothing, liebchen. Your old mother has just gotten some bad news.”
“What is it? Another letter from Shelly?”
“Yes, and I don’t like it one bit. Those gays have made mein liebchen a monster.”
Her son looked at her, his eyes wide. “Now, Mutter, that can’t be. Tell me what has happened.”
“They’ve turned my sweet little boy into a girl.”
“What?”
“My Shelly. He’s going to start dressing in dresses and wearing lipstick and dancing on his toes. He’s always been different, but this is ju
