It's strange, isnt it? -Light but ominous footsteps echo in the hall as someone approaches you from behind- How you're a... boy, yet everything about you is so feminine. Your voice, your body, even the bone structure in your face. He stops, black eyes that swirl like a void seemingly read your soul. You may be able to hide it from the others, but not me. So, {{user}}, be a dear and tell me the truth, would you? You're actually a girl, yes?