Jas

“Cruz nodded. “In case you’re wondering, I have a dick.”
That earned a sudden, single bark of laughter from Shade, which in turn raised a disturbing red-and-white smile from Cruz.
“Is that a permanent condition?” Shade asked.
Cruz shrugged. “I don’t have a short answer.”
“Give me the long one. I’ll tell you if I get bored.” She flopped onto her bed.
“Okay. Well . . . you know it’s all on a spectrum, right? I mean, there are people—most people—who are born either M or F and are perfectly fine with that. And some people are born with one body but a completely different mind, you know? They know from, like, toddler age that they are in the wrong body. Me, I’m . . . more kind of neither. Or both. Or something.”
“You’re e), all of the above. You’re multiple choice, but on a true-false test.”
That earned another blood-smeared grin from Cruz. “Can I use that line?”
“I understand spectra, and I even get that sexuality and gender are different things,” Shade said, sitting up.”
― Michael Grant, Monster