Identity

    “Mother, why do boys pee standing up and girls pee sitting down?” Princess Dana asked, scrunching her eyebrows.
    Queen Ann forced a smile. Her daughter was blooming into a woman. “It’s tradition. It’s the way God made it. Why do you ask?”
    “No reason,” Dana said, opening the bathroom door. “Oh mom, look. I’ve learned how to pee standing up.”
    Dana lifted her dress. Ann gulped in horror as a stream of urine left the tip of Dana’s penis, hitting the water in the bowl, knowing it would be a matter of time before Dana discovered her identity and the rare disease she was born with.

Note: I did not write this to offend anyone. So, please don't be offended. I like creating these types of short stories. Good exercises for writers to learn to use only words necessary, and plus it is fun to imaginative. Thank You