As the child see the light of day, covered in after birth and that first yelling lung clearing performance, the medical staff look to one place only. Perverts ... it's a BOY! Oh really? Just how would you figure that doctor? Not being able to see and most definitely not able to understand or recognise the fact that the brain gender and the psychical (genital) body gender may not be a perfect match, the poor child is labelled and set up for a life of living hell. I was such a child. And before you want to suggest that the "Creator" do not make mistakes I will let you know that being mismatched most definitely DO NOT make me a mistake to begin with. Different yes, abnormal NO! Human kind (and I need to be cautious using the word "kind" as I find more unkind amongst humans then I do kind) has this preset thing about gender. There are two distinct genders, male and female. Nature opted to have it that way so as to ensure the ongoing existence to man but nature did make one mistake. Giving man the ability to think and do, be emotional and being able to fear and hate. Complex as a human is, the sum of total that makes up an individual is a scientific harmony of life. Should any vital part of that human fail, death is eminent. Nature has it's variances and there is nothing in nature that is perfect. No human, no animal, no plant nothing is absolutely perfect anyway. Perfect and healthy is self invented yard measures man started to use to compare and match what is acceptable. Just like normal has no reference to anything other then many of the same. In my case, nature got it off the normal scale and from day one my instinctive female brain got flooded with male hormones called testosterone. Like any other human I am here to survive. Part of my survival package, besides having to breath, would be to live as long as I possibly can. In order to do this, I would have to blend in to a family and with an empty brain that bare no memories of life or understanding of anything other then that basic survival instinct, I had to match my instinctive options and choice with the approval of my parents. My instinct said I am female, long before I even realised or understood the different genital configuration was at that point (and still is today) the clear indicator of baby being dressed in blue or pink. I got blue without being asked and my heart and instinct cried for PINK instead ........