A Special Moment in My Life

I believe that God asks a simple question before you are born, “What do you want to be a boy or a girl?”  You choose. 
I chose.  Now at thirteen, I felt a little pang of remorse.  No, that is not right.  It felt more like a resigned acceptance.  A couple of tears escaped from my eyes.  As I dawdled in the shower, I was uneasy as to why the concern?  I remember my recent passage to womanhood, and now the tomboy in me is becoming more difficult to remember.  Is that a bad thing?  I am not sure it is.  I toweled my hair and let question linger in my mind.  So okay, in today’s world what are the things you cannot do as a girl? I closed my eyes tightly and wracked my brain; the only foolish thing that came to mind is that guys are able to pee standing up.  Any regrets?  No!  I am discovering who I am and I like her.