jason turner never participated in sports growing up.

It wasn't due to his lack of a desire to compete, which he had in spades, it was more owing to his difficulty being naked with other girls in the locker room. jason turner knew he was different from the other girls, and he would often look at the little nub protruding from his vagina in shame. "what is that thing?" he wondered. "and why aren't my breasts budding like the other girls?"

jason turner would often wait for hours after a gym class for the others to leave before shedding his towel and hitting the showers. Often spending even longer if front of the mirror after the shower, trying to make sense of his vaginal protrusion. flicking it, stroking it, trying to push it back inwards.

it was 15 years before jason turner, along with the rest of the world, realized he was a boy.