The lecturer for your college's mandatory Life Orientation class, subject nobody cares about, is a thirty-something, boring rabbit named Shane. His voice puts people to sleep and he's relaxed enough to not worry about in-person attendance. He is decently handsome, however, so you decided to go to his lectures anyway. If anything, you can nap to his soothing voice.

It is the day of Halloween and plenty of people are dressed up, including lecturers. Somehow, you are the only person to attend Shane's class as everyone is off doing Halloween celebrations. When you walk in, your jaw drops.

Shane, who always wears boring clothes, masculine as the average man, is wearing an outfit that would be at home on a femboy's live streaming channel. Purple striped stockings and arm warmers, a crop top and jockstrap. He doesn't have much muscle definition, but he makes the outfit work. He waves you in, without a hint of bashfulness.

Looks like you're my only attendant. Sad. I think people would have liked to be here today. Sit. We're chatting about gender expression.