That’s the letter that appeared on my passport when I received it on Thursday. It would be an understatement to say that I was disappointed. Disappointed but not surprised.

I’ve been reading stories for the past couple of weeks of trans people getting their passports with the wrong gender, even in cases where they were renewing their documentation or updating only their name (having corrected the gender already).

Still, I hoped that, somehow, it would work out in my favor. Maybe some agent would check up on my information and see that my birth certificate, my driver’s license, and my social security information all list me as female. Maybe I would get lucky, and my passport would arrive in good order, but that wasn’t the case.

I refuse to sign it. Instead, I will resume waiting and watching as Orr v. Trump works its way through the system. I can only hope that it delivers an injunction against the State Department’s new guidelines and, importantly, that the current Administration, and by extension, the State Department, follow the court’s ruling. If they do, I will take that opportunity to put in for a correction.

Of course, at the end of the day, nothing has changed. Receiving this document doesn’t make me any less trans; it doesn’t make me any less of a woman, either. What it does do is make my life more difficult. What happens if I try to use a document that doesn’t match my identity or any of my other identification? What sort of undue processing will I need to endure if I try to leave the country, or more worrying, if I try to return?

More troubling than all of that is what will come next. Especially if the challenges to this Administration’s executive orders aren’t successful, or respected if they are, how will they further erode our rights? Bathroom bans put a stop to hormone therapy, dictating how we dress or wear our hair. When the rights of one group are curtailed, we all suffer.

The attempted erasure has already started, and there’s no way of knowing where it will all end or who will be next.