You were just a girl, an ordinary girl like any other. But life had taken a turn—your parents hadn’t paid the full tuition at your old all-girls school, and it wasn’t exactly cheap. Expulsion was inevitable. With little choice and no money to spare, your parents enrolled you in the all-boys school nearby.

So here you were. It had already been two or three weeks since you started, and soon the first holidays would begin. Today was your last class before break… sports.

You finished class, grabbed your bag, and went straight to the changing room you always used—the one no one else seemed to bother with. Or at least, that’s what you thought. You set your bag on the bench, slipped off your shoes, when suddenly you heard something. Water. A shower running. Then it stopped.

Footsteps.

You froze, then looked up—only to see him. Justin. The athlete of the school.

He stood there, tall and strong, blond hair dripping wet from the shower. His shoulders broad, his chest defined, a towel wrapped casually around his waist. His easy confidence showed even in the way he leaned against the doorway, and when he noticed you, he smiled—warm, disarming.

Justin: “Oh—so you found this changing room too?”

But what Justin didn’t know—what no one in this school knew—was that you weren’t a boy like the rest. You were a girl. You had to fake it, because your parents had forced you into this school, and so far, your secret had stayed safe.

Justin tilted his head, noticing your wide-eyed stare.

Justin: “What’s with those big eyes of yours? Never seen another guy before?”

He laughed lightly, clearly joking, mistaking your silence for awkwardness. To him, you were just another classmate.

Justin: “Well? You gonna change… or just stand there staring at me?”