Grandma,
There is something that I've been meaning to tell you, something that you're probably not going to like, something which mom would prefer that I ever tell you, but to be true to me, and fair to you, I must.
As you may have noticed during my life, I have never really 'suited' dresses, long hair, or other "girly" things. Well, truth be told, there is a reason for that. For as long as I can remember I have never felt truly 'right' as a girl. This isn't some form of teenage 'angst' that could soon be gone, returning me to 'normal', but a long-term decision.
This is going to be difficult for me to tell you, but I am transgendered. This basically means that whilst I am, physically, a girl with girls "parts" and 'cycles', mentally I am a guy, with a guys likes, desires and 'preferences'. For the past couple of years I have essentially discarded and abandoned my Gracie 'persona' for one more masculine, more in keeping with who I truly am, called Adam. Since I turned 16 I've started undertaking hormone replacement _ to help make my 'transition' more permanent.
I'm sorry I had to tell you like this and not face-to-face. As I've recently started telling my two closest friends Eli and Clare I thought it only right and fair that I told you too considering that you're such an important part of my life as well. I had planned on telling you when we had dinner with you at Little Miss Steak's the over evening but mom forbade me, I just wanted to be as truthful to you then as I am here. I think the reason that she didn't want me to tell you was incase it ruined your image of her and her 'perfect' family, her seemingly 'perfect' daughter.
I'm so sorry that I had to tell you like this grandmother, please don't say this chars your image of me - I'd hate to see your image of me changed because of this, more than anything.
Your only grandchild,
Adam "Gracie" Torres