“Heeey what’s up. So, can I like, come in, and get a free emergency contraceptive from you, or like… does the girl have to do it?” My Friend spoke into his phone, after spending two hours googling how to get free Plan B.
The woman at the hospital paused. “...The girl would have to come here, and…”
“FUUUUUUUCK,” My Friend groaned. I looked at him, moving my eyes but not my head, still crying, ready to smack him for being crass until the woman on the phone let out a breath that was almost a giggle. “FUUUUUUUUUUUCK,” he groaned again. “FUCK.”
“Alright, what if I was trans?” he asked. “Like, if I say I’m trans can I get it?”
“I… I can’t tell you what to do,” she said.
“Like, just, come on. On a real level, if I say I’m trans do you think I could get away with it?”
“I don’t…”
“Okay, I’m trans now. So can I come get it?”