[…] men often swallow falsities for truths, dubiosities for certainties, sensibilities for possibilities, and things impossible as possibilities themselves.

But if the beast and branks be spar'd / Till kye be gaun without the herd, / An' a' the vittel in the yard, / An' theckit right, / I mean your ingle-side to guard / Ae winter night.

Sex – homosexual, heterosexual, whateversexual – is an enigma wrapped in a mystery enclosed in a conundrum – and that's just for “normal” people. Transsexuality, on the other hand, is really quite simple.

Will it work? It's a tough call.