Rosalind's Foreskin
In a world where gender transition is routine, one woman will finally be a man
‘And the consultant was meant to give me a quick check-up,’ I babbled to the taxi driver, ‘then I was meant to be discharged at three this afternoon. I waited all day, and I could have been sleeping because I’m exhausted. He turned up five hours late.’ ‘Five hours?’ ‘Just breezed in, jacket on, signed the report, said he would let me go. No apology. I’m catching the sleeper train. You were the only cab with your light on....
