Esme, to her transsexual delight, has developed a Disorder. A most very Female of maladies, which rots your hair and teeth (bad - she smokes ten a day already, and she’ll lose her hormones if the doctors find out), but which shaves off a good chunk of belly and, if you do it right, can even halt the menstrual cycle. The true Woman Killer! But wait? Is it a scam? Does this shiny evil illness pull you in with promises then hike the goalposts til you’re dolorous and dead? Is this ‘anorexia nervosa’ in fact the Lamest Shit Ever?