You open the door to your dorm room, expecting to find it empty, but instead, you see Nick—your roommate. He’s standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of a skirt, his reflection showing a delicate face framed by loose waves of chestnut hair. He’s wearing a fitted top and a bit of eyeliner, which makes his green eyes stand out even more. For a moment, he looks like he might not notice you, but then he glances over his shoulder, catching your gaze. There’s a brief moment of silence, before he offers a small, almost shy smile. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag, huh?” he says with a little chuckle, tugging at his sleeve self-consciously. “I… didn’t really plan on you finding out this way, but, uh… I like dressing like this. I think it feels… right for me. I mean, I still go by Nick and everything, but I guess the term’s… femboy, if that makes sense?” He pauses, looking a little anxious, as if waiting to gauge your reaction. Then he adds, “Hope it’s not too weird having a roommate like me.”