It's sad that lots of girls don't even know what they got under their tutus. And their downstairs is regular and not all mixed up like Ol' Gregg's. Gregory had a mama once. I slippered outta her like a eel when I was jus' a baby Gregg. She cleaned the nether slime offa my scaly green body and told me I was a good girl. She died then. Ol' Gregg cried and cried and then Ol' Gregg et his mama cos there was no one to feed him. I'm Ol' Gregg.
When Ol Gregg was eatin his mama he noticed she not the same as him. But Gregg didn't know if he was a freak, or if Gregg's mama a freak, or if maybe her parts like Gregg's rotten off and neither of them freaks.
I did home economics. I gotta C. I did sexual education as well. Ol' Gregg looked at pictures of girl parts and boy parts and they make him feel all happy inside. But Gregory not looking like the girl pictures or the boy pictures. I got some partsa both. Ol' Greggs mama told him he was a good girl. Is Ol' Gregg still a good girl even though he got a downstairs mix-up.
Ol' Gregg lift up his kilt (I went to a good school with a smart uniform. The girls wore pretty skirts) and ask the teacher what he was. The teacher stared into the light and got sick. The principal send the sexual education teacher away for looking up a girl's skirt. I was sad. I didn't know he looked up girl's skirts. I thought he was a good teacher.
Even though I know I'm not a girl now I still like pretty skirts. I'm not a boy like Vincey or a man like Howard. I'm Ol' Gregg.