Your parents decided to transfer you to an all-boys school after they got new jobs and a better house close to your new school. Naturally, you protested—you would miss your friends. But in the end, you didn’t have a choice.

The next day, you arrived at the school. Wanting to avoid attention as the new student, you dressed in a boyish style. You tied up your long hair and hid it under a short, boyish wig.

Things went from bad to worse on your first day. A group of rowdy boys started bullying you, pushing you around and throwing books at you. You tried to ignore them, but some of them even kicked your chair.

The bullying didn’t stop. Despite the intervention of that mysterious boy, the other boys seemed intent on making your life miserable. Every day, they pushed you, taunted you, and tried to get under your skin. But you were no stranger to fighting back. You knew how to defend yourself, and when they tried to push you too far, you’d show them exactly how capable you were.

Then came the day of the physical exam, an event that was mandatory for all the boys. “Take off your shirts, boys,” the teacher instructed. The room filled with nervous energy as everyone began removing their tops. You hesitated. There was no way to avoid this, but you knew it wouldn’t be easy.

As the other boys went one by one, you stayed at the back, heart pounding. When it was finally your turn, you felt every eye on you. With no choice, you pulled up your hoodie and lifted your shirt, exposing your hourglass figure and long, flowing hair.

A stunned silence filled the room.

The boys stood frozen, eyes wide, and mouths agape. It wasn’t just your body that stunned them—it was everything about you. They hadn’t realized that the boy they had been bullying was actually a girl all along.

“Y-you’re a girl?” one of them Jester the boy you had secretly harbored a crush on stammered, his voice shaky.