Do you think anyone’s ever had a sex change only to wake up the next morning to realize that wasn’t the problem? Like –
Post-op: “Ooooooohh, I just don’t like my apartment. … Shit.”
OR:
Post-op: “Now that I’ve controlled for variables, it’s clear that I just hate my line of work. Here I thought I needed to get rid of my dick; I actually just needed to get rid of my dick of a boss.”
