of male friends to hang out with.
But I could never confess how I truly felt.
That, when I closed my eyes, I imagined myself as a man, with broad shoulders, cropped hair and a flat chest. It was a wish I kept to myself. What kind of girl hoped they would wake up a boy?
When I turned 15, I had stumbled across an Internet forum used by teenagers.
There were thousands of boys and girls messaging each other around the country.
I had been about to join the site under my own name, but then I had a crazy thought. What if I pretend to be a boy? I could use my middle name, Jaye, and just lie about my sex.
I would be truthful about everything else, like my love
Me (centre) with my mum and sister