watched "boy crazy" and got this idea. end actually happened, right before the doctors drag Sam away after the makeup lesson.
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Sam. My name is Sam. Not Samantha. Samantha is a girl's name, but Sam is a boy's name. My name is Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam! So what if I dress in pants and big shirts, instead of dresses? So what if I was different? It was refreshing, being different, in a world where everyone acted the same.
The people at school were all the same. The moment they found out I was technically a she, their insults changed. They went from teasing me about being a virgin to teasing me about being a girl, more importantly, a lesbian-which I'm not. The principal demanded I be called Samantha at school. There were a million things I wish I could have said, but I didn't want my father to hear those things coming from my mouth.
I thought he was different, my father. But he ended up being just like everyone else. At first he was on my side. Then he changed like everyone else. He was fine calling me Sam; he was fine with my clothes. Then one day everything changed. He sent me here, to this hospital. I begged him to take me home, but he just walked away.
Dom walked away from me too. Well, he kind of ran away from me after I kissed him. He apparently thought that liking a girl (because in all honesty, I am a girl, even if I don't feel like one) that dressed like a boy made him a queer. But it didn't matter what I said, he wouldn't listen, and he left me alone, just like I was used to.
The doctors wouldn't listen. I tried to tell them there was nothing wrong with me, but they just wouldn't listen. They kept trying to convince me I was sick-broken. But I wasn't. I was just different. The doctors tried to tell me that I was a girl; that I was to wear dresses; that I was to cook and sew like a lady…that my name was Samantha.
And then there was Nurse Leonard (Leonard most likely being her last name, because there was no way she was anything like me). I thought she was just like everybody else I had ever encountered. But then I was sitting in an empty room with a handful of other nameless faces, all feeling the same way I did. We were supposed to be learning about putting on makeup, the one thing I promised myself I would never wear, after a dress of course. And that's when it happened. With one simple word, just before I was dragged away by two men, I realized something important.
This woman was different from all the others.
She called me Sam.