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Who's your best friend?

Boy or girl?

- Girls suck. - Why?

They play stupid games.

So what's your favourite game?

Drawing?

Drawing.

It all seems good.

I'm authorising it.

I'm authorising it.

It will soon be in the past.

What gift am I getting?

Anything you want, kid.

He was hurting so much after his last surgery.

I won't be ill anymore after?

Infection is a risk.

Surgery will cure you.

No! Hospital makes you ill.

This surgery is necessary.

You're doing this for his future.

So he can pee standing.

Have a normal sex life.

- Fuck. - We knew this already.

This isn't our fault.

I'm sorry.

It's our first case here.

But everything will be just fine.

Thanks for letting me watch. It's a rare surgery.

Is it a first for you too?

ABOUT SASHA

They are neither boys nor girls.

They would like to claim no gender,

or at least be allowed to freely choose the gender that fits them best.

They would like to see the mention of sex or gender gone

from birth certificates and IDs,

as is the case in Germany since last November.

They are not ill either, on the contrary,

except in the eyes of society

and of some doctors,

who insist on assigning them a specific gender

by operating on them without their consent...

Calling them hermaphrodites would also be...

Jess: What's going on? #lookatthatlook

Shit...

Fart Face: The new hot couple!

Student boredom

Settle down!

Yes, you like the workshops, but be quiet!

We're eager to start, sir.

Your workshops are incredible.

Right. Fantastic.

As I was saying, you'll be working on a city project.

It must combine sustainable development and community life.

Ah, you'll be working in pairs.

You can use this class to decide on a project,

if you haven't yet.

Get to work!

Want to talk about it?

About what?

Stop that. I know it wasn't a bet.

I'm sorry.

I freaked out, all right?

All right.

We're all right.

It wasn't a bet, was it?

No, it wasn't.

Of course not.

I was messing with you.

Let's be partners?

I'm with Meeva.

I promised her.

I can't back out.

We're giving out unsold supermarket articles to the poor.

Don't look so down.

It's not revenge.

You'll find someone else.

There's plenty of people.

Hello, guys!

- Doing a threeway? - Yes!

Hi.

I'm so tired of Sam's firehouse stuff. Want to be partners?

Sure.

I should warn you, I have no ideas...

And I won't write things down. OK?

We should find a very lazy project.

Something to do with the vortex?

We can rehabilitate the pontoon? Pretend that...

it's so old people can look at birds?

But only we go to the vortex.

You're a genius. A quick life upgrade!

- Old people... - See?

You're sorted.

Dalca, please report to the school nurse during break.

Dalca.

You can come in.

Jess: What's going on? #lookatthatlook

You went into the girls' bathroom the other day.

I'm sorry, but we made ourselves clear.

Should I hold it in?

Or go into the boys'?

What's your advice? I'm all out of ideas.

I know it's tough, but parents might complain.

All right.

And your sister, Pauline, apparently she has issues...

Hyperactivity and violent outbursts?

Having a sister with issues can't be easy.

I'm here if you want to talk.

How do you know this spot?

Anna showed me.

Of course she did.

Go on, share, then.

You're so creepy, girl, seriously!

You know who first called her Herpes?

No.

It was Anna.

Why would she do that?

Because of Alex.

The problem with Anna is always Alex.

What about Alex?

Alex and Anna used to date.

Not for very long, like, three weeks.

She said otherwise.

Yeah, I'm not surprised.

She was madly in love with him.

She wanted to marry him.

Except one night, he was hammered

and he talked to Cynthia.

He told her he didn't love Anna.

He didn't want his first time with her.

He was harsh. He said she frightened him.

He felt she might rape him when they slept together.

Poor guy, it's horrible!

- That's a lot. - Seriously.

But what's the link with Herpes?

The link is obvious!

When Anna found out he had confided in Cynthia,

she lost it, decided to get revenge.

Cynthia was dating a boy and she told her,

"If your boyfriend tries to pressure you into sex,

"tell him you have herpes.

"It works like a charm."

So she said that.

And boom! The nickname took off.

The legend of the cursed pussy was born.

Poor girl.

Yeah...

Meeva...

Why are you telling me?

I don't know.

You know how Anna is.

She makes you feel like you're everything.

She looks at you, all starry-eyed.

And suddenly, she's tired of you.

She picks you up and discards you.

And it hurts.

Stop that. She adores you, she'd never do that to you.

Oh, no, I know!

I'm not talking about myself, she's my bestie!

You've got it all wrong.

You're jealous.

No, I'm not! You're such a pain, I can't talk to you.

I'm out of here.

Oh and thanks, you earned me 20 euros.

That bet we made about you.

So...

see you!

And I apparently need to lose weight,

but not in the arse or tits.

These magazines are stupid.

I don't know, I've never read them.

Sasha...

I would like you to try something called EMDR.

My uni friends mentioned it.

It looks good.

What is it?

They have you make eye movements,

like in your sleep,

and it puts you into a trance.

The idea is...

to deal with bad memories.

I think it might be good for you.

Better than your anxiety meds?

Mum, have you called school about my absence?

What kind of mother do you think I am?

The worst kind of mother.

Sasha Dalca?

Come with me.

I'm going on my own.

- OK. - See you.

I'll be your GP from now on.

So I'll approve or cancel the hormones you're on.

Can you tell me why my health record booklet is empty?

And why people have never told me

about my surgeries?

Let's try to clear things up thanks to the information

I received from my colleagues.

So...

Ovotesticular disorder...

Penile hypospadias...

Testicular cryptorchidism...

Hysterectomy...

We have a series of complications

linked to your surgeries.

And then...

inability to complete penile reconstruction.

I was never told any of this.

The hospital said there'd been a fire...

Why was I never told?

Now you'd like feminisation surgery at the end of the year.

Yes. When I turn eighteen.

And you're taking oestrogen?

Doctor Ben El Khadir did,

from the Paris hospital.

She gave me my...

my hormonal treatment, that gel.

A single dose each day.

And...

she said...

that since I have very little androgen,

I can have a very light treatment,

which isn't irreversible.

And that I am lucky,

since my beard won't grow...

No psychiatrist since?

No.

They said there was no point.

That's Paris for you.

Listen.

- To transition... - I don't want to.

I mean, since I'm intersex,

wasn't I simply raised as the wrong gender?

Forget that word, intersex.

Militants use it for far too many realities.

What you have, Sasha,

is a disorder of sex development.

Do I look like a boy?

I can't let you take hormones without psychiatric approval.

As I said, surgeons will never operate

without a gender dysphoria diagnosis.

There's no gender dysphoria!

I'm intersex.

Just because you are doesn't mean that you have to transition.

Or that you are non-binary.

Your identity is up to you to find. And not on a whim.

Do you see?

So, until we can set up a protocol,

no more oestrogen.

I want psychiatric approval.

Throw away your gel.

The people who treated you as a kid knew what they were doing.

They didn't treat me!

They butchered me!

I was never ill!

I have a variation, not an illness!

Those professionals saved you from a multitude of tumours.

You should be thanking them, and your parents.

Look.

I'm here to treat you.

To make sure you have a normal sex life.

So.

If you really want,

live as a girl for two years, first.

Two years?

See a psychiatrist.

And we'll talk after this real-life test.

What do I do in the meantime?

What if you regret it in six months?

What happens if you've had the surgery?

Ever thought of that?

Sasha!

That asshole gets to decide what's between my legs?

What's happened?

What happened in your heads? With those asshole doctors?

You're all crazy!

What's wrong?

I'm not ill, Mum!

I'm intersex.

Come on. Please, let's go.

This is Loé's phone. Please leave a message.

Loé...

It's Sasha.

I'm struggling, I think.

I've been thinking, I'd like to talk to you.

- Hi! - Hi.

Do you want to come in?

It might be easier.

Crisps?

How about some soda? Diet?

How about a beer?

I... haven't got any.

A soda, then.

You're already here, Sash!

Hello!

I'm Cécile Dalca, Sasha's mum.

- Alex, nice to meet you. - You too.

These are Greg and Camille.

- Hi. - My daughter.

I'd like you to really meet some day.

Sure.

But we have work to do, so some other time?

We have work too.

We'll be here if you need anything!

Dad!

Hello.

Alex.

Jérémie.

Is that an 1980 Honda XR?

It's a nice bike.

Don't strain your eyeballs.

I'll ride it when I have my license.

Dream on, Flanagan.

Was showing off my bike all you wanted?

We have a school project.

A construction project.

We'll be fixing a pontoon. For old people to sit on.

State school is not improving...

No, it's a great project.

To foster social connection

among senior citizens

and reintegrate them in nature.

Studies have shown that

the woods

have a direct impact on their motricity.

We wanted to know if you could help us.

Alex, here.

Sasha, here.

Got it. Shit, that's heavy.

Milady, sweet lady.

- Is that poetry? - Sure.

Go on.

Oh, Sasha...

Whose hair rivals Waterloo

My heart drowns in your starry eyes

Sasha, I'm waiting on you here!

- I don't work for you! - Settle down.

I'm doing you a favour.

Take this.

I'm going to go.

That's a shame, we were making headway.

I've a lot to do.

Can I nick this?

Yeah, help yourself.

- See you tomorrow. - Sure.

What?

Alex was here?

No.

What are you doing?

I've saved Alex's number!

He'll never reply to you.

Unless I talk about you...

Delete his number right now!

RE: STOPPING TREATMENT

Pauline!

Sasha wants to have sex!

Turn it down!

You're a big old slu... slu... slu...

slut!

She wants to have sex!

But not before surgery!

Turn it down!

Turn it down!

You're such a whore!

Whore, whore, whore!

Turn it down!

You're so annoying!

Turn the music down, I'm fucking sick of this!

- You tell her! - Turn it down!

I wish she'd turn it down!

I can't study like this!

The bac's coming up!

You want to make babies with A... lex!

You want to fuck Alex!

You do, you do,

you do, you do!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Sasha, stop!

Stop it, you're hurting me!

What's happened?

What's happened?

Tell me!

What have you done?

Can I come in?

Can I join you?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you for my skates.

You'll come and see me compete, won't you?

Of course.

Will you and I stay the same?

Not a chance, Raccoon.

You're so stupid now that you're a girl!

Ow!

So will you get surgery or not?