"Have you always felt like a girl inside?" Dr. Croft challenged.
"Wow you go right for the throat, don't you?"
"I'm not a believer in wasting time, Paul. You should know that up front. Therapy, in my view, will either get you where you need to be or else we shouldn't be doing it."
"Ok, I appreciate that. I guess I just wasn't expecting it. Well... let's see... I can remember dressing in my mom's clothes at age eight. I'm sure I was doing it before then, too. I just always felt like a girl inside. I didn't really want to be a boy, I just felt like that was forced on me. ...Is that straight enough?"
"Very good," Dr. Croft grinned. "So you continue those feelings to this day?"
"Absolutely," Paul admitted. "I don't think a day goes by but what I think to myself. 'I'm really a girl, but nobody knows it."
"Yes, I see," Dr. Croft replied noncommittally. "Go on."
"I'm really sure about my feelings."
"Then why haven't you don'e something about them sooner?" Dr. Croft asked.
"Hmm... well I love my wife and I don't want to offend her. but I do dress up a lot."