It is with a heavy heart and resolute determination that I must declare, with all due solemnity and gravity, that I, Reginald Thistledown III, am in fact not merely a grown man but, unequivocally, a little girl.
Yes, you read that correctly. I have, after much introspection and earnest self-reflection, come to the incontrovertible conclusion that my identity is not that of an adult male, as the world has so unceremoniously labeled me, but rather that of a little girl.
