"Am I a girl?" He said, and he really meant it. He really didn't know. He thought about the question. He decided that he didn’t think he was a girl right now, in this life. He didn’t think. He did, however, know, with one hundred percent, complete certainty, that he had been a girl some other time before now. Or, he would be one in the future. Or something. What he knew for certain is that at some point in time, he was, or would become, a girl. "But there's never really a good time to sit down and think about that kind of thing," he said.
One day, he woke up. "Wait, is there a dead girl inside me?" He said, and he knew there was. "How long have you been here?" He asked. "And, like, what are you doing here?" He continued. "And... how much do you know?" The dead girl said, "Obviously I know everything. I’ve been here the whole time. I’ve been watching just like you have." He said, "Oh, well… Oh. I guess all I can really say right now is... oh." The dead girl said, "Yeah, oh." And they stood together in silence for a while.