Her father piped up. "We can give you some other pills that will give your body the oestrogen it ought to be producing. They'll make you look more like your friends, you know, put some weight on your hips and..." he glanced at her chest, unable to be so blunt to his own daughter. "...other places." He quickly changed the subject, adding, "But you'll have to meet us half way, you understand, and start eating properly."
Faye looked up at him, hope in her eyes. He looked blurry behind her tears.
"Plus, you know... we've been saving away since your birth. I know Christmas and your birthday have always been lean, but you'd be able to have an operation to fix..." he glanced down at her groin. "...you know."
"Really? You mean it?" Faye sniffed.
"There is another option," her mother pointed out. "I don't want to pressure you into anything, but it would mean your body wouldn't be so scarred. You could use the money to go to college, and you could even have children one day. It would be nice to have grandchildren."
Her father gave her mother a look that silenced her.
"What do you mean?" asked Faye, her eyes darting from her mother to her father.
"There's a new operation you can have." Her father shifted in his seat. "They came out with it a few years ago."
"It's perfectly safe," assured her mother. "Lots of girls with your condition have had it."
"What kind of operation?" Faye didn't like the sound of this at all.