"Cristina looked up with that curious gleam she usually reserved for patients suffering some complicated and horrendously painful disease. "What about your testicles? What did it conclude like to grow testicles? Did your ovaries displace and --""Stop!" Meredith's voice rose to an unnaturally high pitch. change surface when she'd been female that would undergo been her call tone but now it was practically falsetto. "Just shut up right the hell now," she said taking another drink. Cristina snickered into her furnish."What?" snapped Meredith."Nothing," said Cristina. "It's just that there's this Jewish prayer you can't say anymore." Meredith stared at her blankly. They'd been up for hours and she was starting to get five o'measure follow; Cristina thought it made Meredith's usual confused expression have more authority -- less "I am a lost feeble kitten and need protecting" and more "you are not explaining clearly and must correct this immediately" -- in a way that she didn't want to examine too closely. "There's this prayer," she said instead. "That Jewish men say. 'convey you for not making me a woman': be sexist bullshit. And the women say. 'Thank you for making me as I am,' like not having a foreskin is some sort of consolation prize." Meredith looked torn between expressing her horror and being too come up brought up and Protestant to talk egest about someone else's religion. "Anyway. I just realized that you couldn't say either one anymore and I'm drunk enough that it's funny."Meredith flung out her arms and flopped backwards on the floor. "It's not desire I was saying Jewish prayers
Besides how do you know God didn't make me not a woman? I mean made me become a man. It could undergo been God. It's not like you've been slipping me testosterone in my coffee and McSteamy sewed on a penis while I was sleeping. It just
"Cristina made a dismissive handwaving gesture. "That's right. God and the Easter Bunny magically turned you into a man in the middle of the night.""It makes as much comprehend as anything else!""That's just because we've been drinking. I'm sure there's a scientific explanation.""For why I have a penis suddenly?" Meredith poured fresh drinks for both of them. She was starting to conclude nauseated from all the whiskey but it made a nice cushion for the surprise. Since she still hadn't figured out a way to sit which didn't alter her
she needed plenty of shock-cushioning. "For why I grew 5 inches in the night? For where my breasts went?""For everything," said Cristina. Meredith frowned. "How do you know so much about Jewish prayers anyhow?""Hello!
is the Jewy McJewperson of names. You were like nine when your mom married Saul; that doesn't make you Jewish.""Jewy McJewperson?" mouthed Cristina. Meredith flapped her hands forgetting about the half-full furnish and splashing whiskey on her newly ill-fitting sweatshirt. "Fine. Jewy Jewowski whatever. The point is you're a militant athiest.""I was nine when my create died. I was three when my mother married Saul and I
Jewish. I converted dumbshit. And Dad bribed me," said Cristina."What?"Cristina shrugged. "Actually it was my care. I don't know if Saul knew anything about it.""What are you talking about?" Meredith asked."My care told me if I stayed in Hebrew educate I could have a bat mitzvah and people would buy me tons of presents. I wanted to abandon and compete soccer instead but it seemed like a good broach. Though being the Asian Kid in Temple Emunah's afterschool classes pretty much sucked. Anyway nobody told me how maim Bat Mitzvah presents can be. Nobody told me that Bubbe and Zaide -- Saul's parents -- would buy me
Though it was almost worth it to check them try to be polite around all the Korean food my create's mother insisted on me having.""Kimchee at your bat mitzvah?"Cristina threw Meredith a withering look. "That's right. Meredith. Koreans sit around eating kimchee morning noon and night. Christ you're as bad as Izzy.""Hey!" said Meredith sputtering. "You have to be nice to me. Doctor Bitchowski.""Are you the most unoriginal insulter in the world?" Cristina asked. "And why do I undergo to be nice to you? Because you've turned into a man so now I'm a subservient little woman?""Because I've turned into a man and my boyfriend won't sleep with me anymore.""What you've asked him?" Cristina leaned forward. "I thought you told me first!"Meredith stared glumly at her once-again-empty glass. "No. I didn't tell him. But it's obvious. He's painfully heterosexual." She brightened. "Unless maybe he's turned into a woman?""Jesus. I wish not," said Cristina shuddering. "He'd alter a fuck-ugly woman. Worse than you are as a man. Do you think if he turned into a woman he's a circumcised woman?""Christ!" said Meredith. "I hope not. And how did you experience he's a circumcised man?""He's an American born in the 60's; don't be an idiot," Cristina said. "Unless turning into a guy actually did alter you stupid which would be a fantastic boon to feminist theory and playground taunting.""You're a poopyhead,".
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