What would your name be?

Last night, I went to a workshop presented by Robyn Ochs on gender. It was so reminiscent of what we've been talking about in class and reading about in My Gender Workbook. Gender is something we are bombarded with every day, and in a lot of cases gender violations are more important than the safety of others. Robyn gave a sad statistic collected from a survey of over 6,000 transgender students, staff, faculty, and administration in colleges and universities across the nation. In this response, about a third responded that they fear for their physical safety in their place of work/education. Fear for their physical safety because of the way they express their gender. Is that not the saddest thing that you've heard in a while?
I've never been afraid that because I'm wearing makeup, I'll get beat up. It's not the same for everyone though.
Robyn had us think about a very interesting predicament. Imagine your best male friend revealed to you that he feels trapped in his own body because he is really a woman with male packaging. He tells you that he is going to start dressing as a woman, and start the process of hormonal treatments to become a woman. How would your parents react? Your friends? How would you feel walking across campus with her? As you can imagine, this was a heavy topic for the whole room to ponder. For me, it wasn't heavy because I realized I could no longer be this person's friend in the same capacity; that just isn't the case. It was because I knew that I would make it my personal responsibility to protect this person, and that attacks on them would be attacks on me too. It would be really hard for both of us. One of my friends at the workshop tried to alleviate the somberness by telling everyone he would want to know what her name would be.
Our names represent us as individuals and as part of many groups as well. My name is Elizabeth Brink, which represents  me as a person. It also represents me as a part of my family, a Brink. It indicates that I am a female and of Scandinavian origin. Some names can be identified as "Jewish", "black", "Hispanic", "Catholic", etc. Can you imagine changing your name to indicate something completely different than what you've been identified as? Calling myself Billy just for shits and giggles would be odd to my parents, but changing to that name because I identify with that gender would be downright heartbreaking to them.
Putting myself in that situation helped me realize how terrifying our social construction of gender and how it is to be expressed and by whom it is to be expressed can be.
If you changed what society labeled you as, what would your name be?