"Wait wait!" Quin suddenly realized, "Quincy has an idea! Let Quincy see the list again please, P-Patricia?"
"I mean, sure?" Patricia handed the boy the list, "Dude, if you're feeling gender dysphoria, I get it. I have it all the time since I have both down there, but then I say to myself 'Patricia, the only way that peanut prick would make you anything other than a woman would be if you sewed your cunt shut' and I don't see myself doing that any time soon. Is this rambling? This is rambling. I think I'll just eat a little more chicken and shut up for a bit."
"What're you thinking of?" Claude asked Quin, nibbling on his corndog, "I think maybe the universe just wants you to be a boy?"
"That can't be the case!" Quin insisted, "Quincy was born a girl, and Quincy's gonna be a girl again if it's the last thing she does! You can't imagine how it feels, feeling like you don't belong in you own body like this! Quincy isn't talking about being nulled, either, Quincy means being the exact opposite of what you're supposed to be! Quincy is a girl! Come on... there has to be something that could... THERE!"
"Where?" Patricia asked, not aware that the couple extra bites of chicken made her dick grow more.
"Miss Teacher, Bimbos are women, right?" Quin turned to Dr. Steinberg anxiously.
"Oh hell no!" Claudia protested, "I did not spend two years teaching you valuable intelligence just so you could throw it away and become a base slut!"
"You can teach Quincy again!" the desperate former Quim insisted, "Quincy promises to be smart!"
"Forget it, sis!" the doctor stamped her foot, "We'll find another way to make you a woman. As your step-sister, teacher, and legal guardian, I forbid you from even thinking about the Bimbo Tent!"
"What's a bimbo?" Claude asked Patricia.
"A dumdum idiot woman who's nothing but a pretty face and a vagina," Patricia answered casually, "Trust me, date people with common sense when you grow up."
"But... but..." Quin tried to think of some kind of rebuttal, but couldn't. Instead...