Dear Readers: Like all of you, I am curious about how things turn out after I publish a question. The following two letters are responses to a recent question from a college sophomore who signed his letter “Embarrassed.” Dear Amy: I’ve been reading your column since I was a little kid. Last month, I decided to ask you my own question. As a transgender man, I was confused and embarrassed during the Thanksgiving holiday that my parents persisted in calling me by the female name they assigned to me at birth. I thought I would let you know how things turned out when I returned home for Christmas. I knew my family loved me, but it felt like they weren’t recognizing something that is a deep and personal part of me. My experience with gender identity is like this: I was born wearing an itchy, scratchy sweater.