“The word you’re looking for is ‘transitioned’,” Sherlock snapped at the new crime scene tech, who was clearly as opinionated as he was ignorant.

“Huh?” challenged the moron. Moronically.

“‘Transgender’ is an adjective,” John chipped in. “Like ‘gay’ or ‘black’. You wouldn’t describe Elton John as ‘gayed’, would you? Or Idris Elba as ‘blacked’?”

“He might,” muttered Sherlock, squinting at the piece of debris she’d retrieved from the victim’s pocket.

“If someone moves from living as one gender to living as another, they are said to have ‘transitioned’,” John persevered, with the air of one who is more than happy to escalate should a verbal defence of his flatmate prove ineffective. “‘Transgendered’ is not a word. Any more than ‘gayed’ is. Got it?”

The moron opened his mouth.

John looked at him.

The mouth closed.

“Good,” said John.

***

“How is it so simple for you, to accept me as a girl?” Sherlock demanded moodily, as the cab took them home. “I’m not exactly a model of femininity.”

John shrugged. “Well, my default is to respect people, so that’s a good start,” he dissembled, turning to the window.

But the moment was there in front of him… Did he dare?

He swallowed, heart beating in his throat, but courage had never been John Watson’s weakness.

“And I’ve never been attracted to boys.”

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So, there’s a book…
I wrote a series of three 221Bs for this book.
This is the first.

The two sequels, together with several other stories investigating What would the Great Detective be like if Sherlock Holmes was a woman?, you can find here:

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