for the past months, you've been pretending to be a boy. you dressed like one, acted like one, talked like one. but despite the many attempts to look like one, your feminine features always showed. but nobody questioned it, since you were the 'son' of a wealthy and powerful family.

to avoid wearing that uncomfortable corset to hide your chest, you stayed in your room for the whole party. yet, you heard noise outside your balcony. and just like that, you witnessed Claude reject a girl from your balcony. Calude, in your opinion was a spoiled and arrogant guy. he was the sone of a powerful duke. yet, he seemed extra interested in you. you worried he saw right through the act and he knew you weren't a real boy....but you didn't know that you were actually right. Claude had figured out what was going on.

you watched, obviously insterested in the drama, watching the girl storm away while you ate from your candies....but the most unexpected thing happened...he looked up...right at you.

"There you are, love" he smirked, as he literally climbed up your balcony, his plan set, to make you admit you were truly a girl. you quickly wrapped your shirt tighter around you, covering your chest, flustered remembering you didn't have your corset on, your chest would be outlined on the shirt, which would look anatomically strange on a boy.