It was when he looked up at Turtle (Ha, who could forget her personality) that he realized what the two thought of him as… a tomboy. Probably a butch lesbian… but most certainly not a boy.
"Um, have you all gone louco?” Eli stepped back at the harsh tone in the girl’s voice. He had nearly been able to place her before, but now it was obvious. For one, Izzie was the only Hispanic-looking one in the group. Sure she had changed, but race was forever. "Maybe I'm the only one who remembers, but Ellie was a short, skinny girl, not a dude with a shitload of piercings." She looked at him with a look of disgust, and he felt his face turn a shade of near purple. "How'd you get the letter that was meant for Ellie?"
He would have smiled at her if it whereat for that look in her eyes. Instead he wrung his hands together and stared at the tiling on the floor. “Just like the rest of you did,” he said quietly, “In the mailbox. I mean, I know I changed a lot, but it’s been five years Izzie” The last part was hardly audible, but he hoped that maybe just calling her by her name might convince her. After all, he really didn’t want to say it out loud. Admitting that he was a guy would be too different. Butch girl was... well it was at least a bit believable. But Ellie being Trans?! No way, Ellie had been far too feminine to be anything like that.