“Yeah, well, Tony isn’t a bad name either,” she had said. “There are plenty of cool Tonys out there. Tony Stark, Tony Dinozzo, Tony the Tiger, half the guys in the mafia…”
“The Tony awards,” Flynn suggested.
“Exactly! Besides, this way I can keep my old initials and when people fumble over my names it’ll be easier for them to get it right than if I was changing it to, I dunno, Bill or something.” Flynn agreed, and he couldn’t have done much else if he wanted to since this was her choice to make. “I’m also not insisting that people call me ‘Tony’ or use masculine pronouns yet,” she went on. “Not while I still look like a girl, anyway. And that’s all wrapped up in stuff. Even with my short hair, I still look pretty feminine, and if I wore a binder and packer, everyone would probably think I was flat-chested with something in my pocket. Nah, I’m waiting until my facial hair comes in to start altering my appearance like that. It’s kind of a package deal, y’know?”