“But you’re not in therapy anymore?”
Katie shook her head. “Not for gender stuff. And I’m not going to get the surgery.”
“No?”
“No. Probably not. I mean…” Katie bit her lip as she thought for a moment. “I don’t know what I’ll say ten years from now. I don’t know what I’ll say in twenty or thirty. Maybe I’ll get sick of taking something to suppress testosterone and I’ll get an orchiectomy.”
Nick made a face as soon as he remembered what that surgery term was. He squeezed his legs together, as if his balls had been cut.
Katie sighed, her tone sad. “I’m serious, Nick.”
“So am I. I didn’t mean to be offensive. I just—”
“I know. But there’s something you need to know and understand about all of this, though. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said, though he shifted under the weight of her gaze.
“There
