As a tomboyish six-year-old, the little dolphin would tell the other calves she didn’t know that her name was Susan. She wanted to be a boy; she felt like a boy inside; but her pink dorsal fin and lil’ flippers made her know she looked like a girl on the outside. Growing up, the feeling intensified. She presented an increasingly male facade to the world. She wore men’s clothing, kept her hair cropped and took…