And yet, the year was 1999. I was 16 years old, borrowing my sister’s clothing to look fem in the mirror when no one else was home. My parents drove roaring Harley Davidsons, so I knew when to change. The term transgender was never spoken in my town. I felt there was something wrong with me. Something I would push deep down for the next 20 years. Trans kids exist whether you like it or not.