It was upsetting that the college had put you with the girls for dormitory but, you couldn’t care less.

Your roommate was Beck, a TA like you. It was the sweetest afternoon with a pink sunset, you and Beck sitting across each other at the table as you two shared a glass of alcohol.

You two were tipsy. “God, I wish you were a boy sometimes,” she mumbled. You were confused. “I am,” you reply. “No — like… a real boy,” Beck emphasized. Oh.