Hi, I'm Rin. When the school I went to went bankrupt, I had to find another school to go to. The only choice left was a school that is so full and crowded, there's hardly any room to breathe. So with only one week left to change schools, I had to do something drastic. I picked the only other choice left, which is an all-girl's school. By the way, I'm a boy. 'Trap' definition in Urban Dictionary: "A pre-op transwoman who is both passable and hot. The kind that, when you find she's packing heat, you just don't care. " Wait what? Traps Are Delicious But They're Not Edible A story of a boy's life in an all-girls school. By Shiina Ai

Have you ever feel like being in such a mess, that you have no idea what to do? Have you thought that, at some point, the problem that you've been putting off has been accumulating until it becomes too big for you to handle? Has said problem been plaguing you all night and day, that you stop thinking about anything but that problem?

Well, that's what happen to me. I must have been so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn't realize I was...

You know... scratch that. I have absolutely no idea how I end up hanging by the concrete parapet at the end of the corridor of the 3rd floor of the school.

"HELP!" I cry out loud. I repeat it twice more as the strength of my fingers starts to slip.

Just as the strength in my fingers are about to fail, my arms are grabbed by two men, teachers. Slowly, with their middle-age strength, they pull me up, until half of my body is in the safezone. They finally let go of my arm once my feet touch the floor again.

It feels so great to have something under my feet again.

"Huff huff, why would you commit suicide, boy?" one of the teachers, a bespectacled man with a paunch belly ask.

"I wasn't trying to commit suicide. I was busy thinking and then - and then the next thing I realized, I was hanging by my hands on the other side of the parapet."

"Must be a very deep subject then. Do me a favour. Next time you think deeply about something, sit," the other teacher remarks before taking his leave.

"Follow me to my office, boy. Wait, I'm clearing my office. Follow me to the - err, I wonder where would be good. Just follow me," the bespectacled teacher commands.

I recall that he's not a teacher but is actually the school's student counsellor. I don't remember his name, though, having only been here for two days. So following his orders, we walk down the Academic Block A, across the canteen, through an area containing a swimming pool. Then through water...

Wait, I'm drowning!

Thankfully, the teacher pulls me out right before I am about to sink to the bottom.

"That's the second time today, boy! Don't choose a school that is almost closed to kill yourself!"

"I'm not trying to kill myself! I just fell."

"How could you fall into the swimming pool anyway?"

I seriously have no idea. "Err... it wasn't supposed to be there?"

"The swimming pool has been there for the past four years!"

"Well, I've never been here before!"

"You should still be able to see it!"

"Then it must be elves."

"Elves?"

"Or aliens. You know they're all over the place nowadays. Just the other day I found some aliens slurping curry noodles at a food stall near my house."

"I don't understand a single word of what you're saying... Well, we can't have you walk around with those wet clothess. Come with me, let's see if there's something for you to wear in the swimming club's changing room."

He then proceeds to rummage through all the boxes stacked to the ceiling, finding cheerleader uniforms, school swimsuits, and a bunch of girly costumes. It seems like the uniforms of every clubs in the school was stuffed here when they decided to close the school. I would love to see these uniforms in action on the bodies it was supposed to be put on.

"I'm sorry, it seems like there's only female uniforms here."

No way, seriously? What am I going to wear?

"Just give me the most normal-looking one. Why is it all female clothes anyway?"

"Most boys here joined clubs without a dresscode, but most clubs formed by girls were obsessed with getting their own separate uniforms. So I guess that's how we're burdened with having to deal with so many uniforms. Even the chess club had its own uniform if I recall correctly."

"Why does it all end up here? Why didn't they take it home?"

"Since they bought the uniforms with money given by the school, it belongs to the club, which in turned belongs to the school. I wish they had just taken it home, though. What am I going to do with all this stuff?"

"Sell it?" I suggest, while my eyes catch on to something that looks like a string bikini.

"Who's going to buy it?"

Perverts, maybe?

"And I'm in charge of this too! So troublesome - hey, I found a new set of school uniform. You can wear - oh, I forgot you're a boy."

In his hand is an unopened pack of school uniform. A girl's school uniform. In his other hand is also an unopened pack of school uniform. Why are they keeping school uniforms here? Do they sell school uniforms?

"Nevermind, just give it to me. I'm shivering."

"Are you sure? It's a girl's uniform. As a teacher, I shouldn't even be considering this in the first place."

"It's fine, just give it. It's not like you're forcing me to wear it, right?"

"Alright. Here, I'll wait outside."

"Thank you. I'll come out once I'm ready," I tell him as I start taking off my soaking white shirt.

******

"Done!" I announce as I come out wearing the full set of female uniform, the skirt of which barely reaches my knees. It's like a normal government school's girl's uniform, a white shirt and pinafore. The only difference is that the pinafore is red instead of the government's baby-blue.

"What's... with the wig?"

"Found it inside one of the boxes labelled 'theatre club'."

"No, I'm not asking you where you found it. I'm asking you why you're wearing it."

"I'm not going to walk around school looking like a pervert."

"I must not judge. I must not judge. I must not judge."

"What religious mantra are you chanting?"

"Nevermind, let's keep walking. Be careful not to fall into the swimming pool, a ditch or a toilet bowl."

Is that supposed to be a joke? I take off my white school shoes and white socks just in case. My original shoes and socks were drenched when I fell into the swimming pool, so I'm wearing a sports shoe and a pair of white thigh-high sports socks I found inside a box labelled 'lacrosse club'. Would be bad if I ruin these too, so walking bare-footed, I keep close behind the school counsellor.

He ignores me as he tries to open one door after another, most of which are locked. In the end, we come to a room labelled 'Student Records'. He takes out a bunch of keys and unlocks the door, gesturing me to follow him inside. It was a room with a lot of steel filing cabinets, two desks and two chairs. There is nothing else here.

"This is the counselling room?"

"As I've said, my office is being cleared. This is the only place that is both free and private. So please take a chair and let's talk."

"Is it fine? Aren't you clearing out your office?"

"It's fine. I still have a week left before I have to turn in my keys. What is your name again?"

"Azrin bin Ahmad Dan."

"Right, don't suppose you know your student ID number yet?"

I shake my head.

"That's fine. You've just moved in anyway." He enters my name into the computer.

I make a nod while being a little excited about wearing girl's school uniform in public. No, I'm not awakening any fetish. I'm not getting hard, either. My heart is just beating a little roughly.

"Alright, Azrin bin Ahmad Dan. 16 years old. Former student of Blue Sphere Private Academy." He gets up, goes to a particular cabinet and takes out a folder with my name on it. He places it on the desk without opening it. Then he looks into the computer screen, before looking at my appearance. He shakes his head.

"This is weird," he mutters.

"What's weird?"

"How you're looking so comfortable in the girl's uniform. Have you done this before? No, I'm not judging, just wondering."

"I have only two principles in this world."

"Oh? Mind telling me?"

"Be the best even if life puts me at the bottom! And if I am unable to do anything about it, I will just go with the flow."

"This is you going with the flow?"

"Correct!"

"To be saying that so firmly... you're very confident, aren't you?"

"My confidence is higher than Mount Everest!"

The counsellor looks like he is restraining himself from making a frown, but then slowly forms a forced smile instead.

"So, Azrin, how about we have a little talk? How's school?

"What do you mean how's school? There's only three people in my whole class! And I'm one of them."

"Well, can't be helped. You entered the school shortly after the board of directors announced its closure. I wonder how your transfer even got approved."

"It was approved two months ago. I only stated that I would transfer after two months."

"Ah, I see. That wasn't mentioned here. I should probably add a comment - nah. Let's not bother."

"Is it okay to be so lazy?"

"What do you mean lazy? I'm about to be transferred. All because the principal was an idiot. Instead of reporting that he made bad decisions that made the school lose money, he kept it hidden and kept making even more bad decisions causing us to lose our reserve funds too!"

"Oh, so that's why the school is closing."

"Don't tell anyone you heard it from me. But let's talk about you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Did you make any friends in school?"

"You mean those scrawny geeks? I couldn't summon the mood to make small talks. I can imagine why they'd want to stay as long as possible in an empty school instead of going to a new school where they'll get bullied."

"Scrawny geeks, you say? According to the academic records from your old school, your grades were in the top five. Do you not identify yourself as a geek as well?"

"Hell no! No single word can identify me. I am all rounded, good at everything, bad at nothing!"

"Yet you almost drowned in the swimming pool."

"I was caught off-guard! Anyway, my point is, I do not identify myself as a geek because I don't spend all my time studying. I have a wide range of interest."

"I see. I'm sensing some resentment in this term 'geek'. Did something happen in the past that-"

"Hey! No psychoanalyzing me!"

"I'm a school counsellor. Psychoanalyzing students is my job."

"Well anyway, I'm not a geek."

"I see, so how do you identify yourself in five words or less?"

"Confident! Mature! Handsome! Smart! Motivated!"

"I... see.... You are indeed very confident." He enters some stuff into the computer. "If you are granted one wish, what would it be?"

"World domination!"

"Alright. What is your favourite colour?

"Red!"

"From one to nine, what's your favourite number?"

"Two!"

"May I ask why?"

"Being first grabs too much attention. I can be at the top without having to deal with the hassle of being first place."

"I see, antisocial, huh?"

"I'm NOT antisocial!"

"If a boy slipped on a banana peel, what would you do?"

"I'd laugh at him!"

"What if it's a girl?"

"I'd still laugh at her!"

"What would you consider as humanity's greatest strength?"

"The fact that humans just won't die."

"No such answer. Please choose between 'integrity', 'courage', 'honesty', 'loyalty', 'cooperation' and 'ingenuity'.

"Umm, ingenuity?"

"What is your choice of reading material? Literary literature, comics, fiction novels, science journals."

"Science fiction."

"Fiction novels then. If you were given a million dollars. What would be the first thing you would spend it on?

"Gold and Land."

"I guess 'house' would be closest."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"An egg or a chicken. Which comes first?"

"Chicken."

"Is that a confident answer or just something along the line of 'I think so'?"

"Confident answer."

"'Definitely chicken' then. Alright. "You are an evil genius! You are smart, passionate to a fault and have good imagination. As an evil genius, people rely on you to make accurate assessments and decisions. You may not always be 'the leader' as your passion can sometimes get in the way, but we can say with absolute certainty that you're always 'the boss' of the group."

"Hey, did you just make me do an online personality quiz?

"Yes, I did. Now time to copy this and paste it into your psychiatric evaluation."

"Hey, don't half-ass my psychiatric evaluation you quack of a counsellor!"

"Get real. It's not like anyone can be motivated working in a school that's going to be closed in a week."

"I think you're the one who should be getting a psychiatric evaluation."

"Haa? You have something to say? Huh? Alright, fine. Lets talk about your home life then."

"I have a mother. My parents are divorced."

"Do you want to talk about the divorce?"

"No."

"Any siblings?"

"None, there's only the two of us."

"I see. How would you describe your home life?"

"Lonely!"

"Don't say it like it's the best thing in the world."

"Well, it's not like I can do anything about it. My mother's working away from home at the moment, so I spend every day alone. What is this for, though?"

"Hum? Every student is expected to have at least an entry on their pyschiatric evaluation section. You're going to need this when you enter District 24 High School."

"Ah... about that! Can I not go to District 24?"

"If you're worried about being accepted, there's no need to trouble yourself. They received specific orders from the Ministry of Education to accept any of our students that applies to join their school."

"No, it's not about being accepted. I just don't like the school. Is there any other school that I can go to?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"What ISN'T wrong with it? I've visited it once. It's crowded, stuffy, small and geeks get bullied there a lot!"

"I thought you don't consider yourself a geek?"

"That's beside the point! My point is it's a terrible excuse of a school!"

"I'm sure there are worse schools that District 24."

"Yeah, in Bangladesh! Instead of sending everyone to District 24, the ministry should've poured money into this school and keep it open instead."

"It was considered, but there are legal issues with keeping this particular school open."

"I want to go to another school! NOT District 24!"

"Some of our students did choose to transfer to two other schools. They're the only schools that will process the application within a few days. All other schools will take from a month to three months to process transfer applications. They've also loosened their protocols concerning students from our school."

"What school?"

"Bestari Setia."

"Alright, get me into that!" Bestari schools are considered the best schools in the country, offering the best curriculum, the best equipments and the best teachers.

"No can do. They're full."

Of course, being the most elite government-funded school means it's also the most sought after school.

"Then why are you even suggesting that?!"

"You asked for the name."

"What about the other one, then?"

"Well that... there is a problem. You don't have the right equipment. Though... you would probably be able to pull it off, looking like this."

"What? What do you mean?"

"The other school is St. Catherine High School. It's an all -girls school. Which means you have absolutely no chance of entering that school, even looking like this."

"All-girls school?"

"Yes, arguably the best in the whole region actually, even better than Bestari schools. With your grades alone, you will definitely be able to enter. It's even possible to get a scholarship if you ace their entrance exam. But all these are pointless arguments because you're a boy."

"Is there no other choice?"

"You can apply for other schools, but you will have to go to District 24 before you receive their reply. Since I'll be transferred to another school, you'll have to do this yourself. Oh, those idiots. I've told them to keep watch on the ink gauge! Well, try to think about it while I go get a refill for the printer." the counsellor says so as he leave the room.

Think about it, you say? But I've already thought about it. I'm definitely not going to District 24. Transferring to other schools will require my mother's signature, and she's not around to give me that. Even if I can get my mother's signature, I will still be required by law to go to school in the meantime, which means I'll still have to enter District 24. In the case of St. Catherine, I won't be able to enter since I'm not a girl. So what to do?

I pace back and forth in the room, as the skirt swishes around my legs. Then I see the reflection of myself on the window. I can't tell who it is at first, but then I realize that it's me. I look no different from a girl. With this, a thought enters my head and I act on it without a second thought.

I cross over to the other side of the desk. Without sitting, I look over the student information displayed on the computer and navigate to the Personal Information tab. The space where my profile picture should've been is empty, showing the words N/A. I quickly change my name from Azrin bin Ahmad Dan to Azrin binti Ahmad Dan and tick female under gender subheader. I change every gender-sensitive pronouns into female before pressing 'update'. Then I open the folder on the desk and take out the first page, the Personal Information, crumple it and stuff it into one of my shoes.

I have only taken a seat for four seconds before the counsellor enters. He sits on the chair on the other side of the desk and skillfully changes the printer's ink cartridge in just seconds. Then he turns back to the computer screen and the printer starts printing shortly after.

He sighs when he opens the folder. "Clerks! I know the school is almost closed, but at least do your job properly!"

Then he goes back to the screen, clicks, and instead of printing the Personal Information page, his eyes catch something on the screen. He instantly snorts at what he sees. He looks me up and down while the cornerss of his lips attempts to turn upwards on his face.

No way, am I busted?

But instead of outing me, with his lips trembling as if unsure whether to laugh, frown or act natural, he asks, "Would you like to take a picture for your school profile?"

"Huh?"

He takes out a smartphone and snaps a picture of me looking dumbfounded. Then he connects the smartphone to the computer and transfers the picture into my personal school profile. Meanwhile, I just sit quietly not understanding what just happened.

With a straight face, he says, "It's late, you should go home now. I'll be around tomorrow in case you want to talk about anything else. Heheheh."

With that said, he pushes me out of the record's room.

With my borrowed shoes and socks on, I walk back to class to pick up my school bag and return home. It's just as I walk past the threshold of the school gate that I realize I'm walking in my new female uniform. Feeling panic, I run back to the swimming club's clubroom and turn the knob. It is locked.

Noooo!!!

After repeated attempts to pick the lock or find another way to get in, I give up. I'll just have to pick up my male uniforms tomorrow, when the teachers unlock the clubroom. Or if it is still locked, I'll have to find that counsellor and ask him to unlock it for me.

Which means walking home in this female uniform. It's fine. I'll be fine. This is training. I'm going to enter St. Catherine. I need the training.

******

Next Monday, almost a week later, I stand before the massive gates of St. Catherine Girl's School. Wearing my Mahmud Baginda High School girl's uniform, I steel my heart and walk into the school that I will be attending for the next two years.

"You over there!"

Crap! Have I been found out? I've only been here for five steps.

I slowly turn my face towards the voice. It is a ponytailed girl, holding a paper fan in her right hand and wearing an armlet with the letters DC written on it on her upper left arm. DC should stand for discipline council, so maybe she's a prefect?

"Why didn't you register yourself with the guard post?"

"Eh? I still have to register with the guard post? Sorry it's my first day here, I don't know the rules."

I had received the School Rules booklet along with the acceptance letter. If you're expecting me to read all twenty pages of it, though, you don't know me all that well. I hate rules. My personal motto is "Break The Rules, And Get Away With It".

"Your first day? Are you a transfer student?"

"Yes, my name is Azrin Ahmad Dan. This is my first day here. Do I still have to register with the guard post?"

"You should have received a name tag alongside the acceptance letter."

Oh, I did receive it. I forgot all about it, should be in my bag somewhere... "Here!"

"Wear it everywhere until you receive your new uniform and identification wallet."

"Okay," I say as I clip the name tag between the slight swells on the chest part of my school uniform. In case you're wondering, these are silicone falsies a certain neighbour let me borrow. I haven't changed gender yet. Wait, what am I saying? I will NEVER change my gender!

"May I ask, where should I go for now?"

"Meet up with your homeroom teacher. Who is it?"

"Miss Arreana."

She pointed at the closest building. "First floor, Door Number 4. If she's not there, ask the other teachers where she may be."

"Thanks a lot for your help."

"Big sister Sofia."

"Pardon?"

"I'm your senior. So you must call me big sister. And my name is Sofia."

If you're my senior, then you're only a year older, aren't you? I doubt you're a Form 6. Those people's existence are separate from Form 4 (like me) and Form 5 (like her) students. Besides, calling someone unrelated to me as 'big sister' is kind of disgusting. Still, making enemies on my first day of school will be bad for the rest of my days at school. So let's just admit defeat this once.

"Thanks, big sister-"

"Arissa! I've told you many times don't shorten your skirt!"

"Eeek! It's Demon Sofia!" The girl called Arissa squealed before shooting off in the general direction of the academic buildings followed closely by Sofia brandishing her paper fan.

******

"Class, we have a new student today. She's from the now-closed Mahmud Baginda High School. Please introduce yourself, Azrin. Make it short."

I look at all 16 female students in the class, take a deep breath and start my introduction.

"Hi everyone, I'm Azrin Ahmad Dan. Please just call me Rin. I live in Subang Jaya. Pleased to meet you," I introduce myself with a cheerful female voice. Well, I don't actually do anything much with my voice, really. A certain neighbour told me that it was fine, and that it wasn't masculine in the first place.

I stand in front, expecting some questions, but, strangely, everyone is quiet. Serene, even.

No way! Did they found out from my mannerism? Or was my voice masculine after all? Could it be that a certain neighbour pranked me? If that's true, I will beat her up repeatedly with a soda bottle when I go back. Assuming of course, I'm not going to be sent to the police in the first place.

"There's an empty seat next to Lilia. You can sit there, Azrin."

"Yes, teacher," I speak with a small voice, fearing that I am going to be revealed as a boy at any time.

Homeroom continues for ten more minutes before Miss Arreana concludes it by telling me to meet her after class for my school entry exam and to pick up my new school uniform. The whole time, I'm sitting on pins and needles wondering when I will suffer punishment for crossdressing in a girl's school. When the teacher leaves the class though, the class suddenly erupts in cheers and the class mood improves immediately. Most of them even come and introduce themselves to me.

From them, I learn that Miss Arreana is extremely strict and expects absolutely noble composure from her students. Anyone who shows any act that is considered unbecoming of young ladies will get the paddle. Yes, they still allow the use of a paddle in this school! So that is the reason for all the serene faces in the class.

Phew, so I didn't actually screw up. Certain neighbour, you're safe from retaliation for now.

"Get back to your seats. Miss Maya's class is about to start," a girl with blondish hair and slightly caucasian face speaks to the girls surrounding me. She is the one who sits at the table in front of me.

By the way, my seat is in the last row.

"You're such a spoilsport Aerfean," a girl by the name of Nadia pouts.

"Aerfean? Are you a foreigner?" I ask.

"My father is Welsh, my mother is Malay. Now put away your stuff. Next lesson is math. Miss Maya Rosacea is the teacher."

And so I spend the first day at an all-girl's school as a girl. Not that it's anything new. I spent three days at Mahmud Baginda as a girl as well. So it's not big deal. I can handle it. I'm not paranoid.

My two remaining teachers at Mahmud Baginda gave me strange glances at first, but never asked questions. My remaining classmates meanwhile, couldn't care less. They probably didn't even notice that their male classmate had turned into female classmate.

At the end of the school day, I visit my homeroom teacher for the entrance exam and receive my new school uniform. They're three sets consisting of white shirt, plaid skirt and blazers. I've never been so excited about getting girl's clothes. No, I'm still not awakening any secret desires. Please don't lump me in with all the perverts who did this for sexual gratification. This is work. Work!

Later at night, I show my new school uniform to a certain neighbour, who proceeds to give me a full hair extension therapy and facial care for a discount while saying things like "Kyaaa! That's so nice!", "You're too cute, Rin-chan!" and "Leave it to big sister, I'll make you the cutest trap in the world!"

Her enthusiasm kinda terrifies me. So I only go so far as to allow her to style my hair following her preference. I draw the line when she offers to attach a bigger pair of silicone breasts to my chest.

You're wondering what my uniform looks like? Well, it's a maroon blazer over a white shirt. There's also a similar checkered maroon coloured plaid skirt that goes along with it. A certain neighbour made me wear a ribbon too on top of everything. I obliged her, as I knew I would still need her help in the future.

******
Komuter route. Just look for the lines that say komuter. Then look for Subang Jaya and Bandar Tasik Selatan to see the distance.

It is a nice, sunny day. I wake up early, bathe myself with a sweet-smelling bath foam, walk to the Subang Jaya Komuter Station, then switch trains at KL Sentral. I walk out of the Bandar Tasik Selatan Komuter Station and then walk for about ten minutes to reach my new school, the St. Catherine Girl's School. Considering the location and the distance, this school should've been my last choice, even my old school, Blue Sphere is closer, but this is the only place that will accept me within just a week. If I'm allowed to drive though, this is actually pretty close to my home, only 20 minutes away. Since I take the Komuter railway network, it takes me like an hour to reach school instead.

Besides, the reason I had to leave Blue Sphere when my parents divorce in the first place was because it was expensive. Mom couldn't afford even the tuition fees, let alone all the extras such as school trips, club fees and other stuff. I suppose we could've asked dad to continue to pay for it, but it seemed like mom was against that.

When I received the acceptance letter for St. Catherine, I felt a little blessed for having a feminine face. It gave me a bit more option in this case. Although my National ID still identifies me as male, apparently, the school couldn't be bothered cross-checking my photoshopped National ID with the citizen database. Come to think of it, I'm not even sure if schools have access to citizen database in the first place.

Right now, though, I'm feeling a little cursed for having a feminine face.

"Open wide, Rin. Aaaah..."

"Rin, let's go to the canteen together."

"You girls, back off! She's going to have lunch with me."

Yes, it seems like right now, I'm being fought over by three girls. By order of appearance, they are, the girly Zara, the bossy Shahira and the sporty Loretta. Normally, I would consider this as heartwarming female bonding, unfortunately, my gut feeling is saying that this isn't normal.

You see...

Zara is sitting next to me, our chairs pressed next to each other while she's feeding me small pieces of boneless chicken using a chopstick. Shahira is pulling my hand insistently. Loretta is hugging my neck tightly, mashing her small boobs against the back of my head while pulling my head on the opposite direction as Shahira.

How come I was never this popular as a boy?

"Knock it off!" I hear a voice as each of the girls are smacked on the head with a rolled up chemistry textbook.

"Hurts!" Loretta said.

"Aiya!" Zara said cutely.

"Ow!" Shahira cried.

"Don't scare off the new girl, you weirdos," Aerfean says as she hit the palm of her hand with the rolled up textbook.

"But Aerfean... how can I resist this beauty in twintails? She looks so cuuuute!" Loretta says as she rubs her chin on the top of my head.

Thankfully a certain neighbour used hair extension on me yesterday. Had this been a wig, it would've fallen off. That would be very bad.

Aerfean smacks Loretta on the head with the rolled up textbook again. "Let go of her right now."

Aerfean is showing some really dark aura right now. Or it's probably just my hallucination from the lack of air. Loretta is hugging my neck too tightly!

Faced with Aerfean's glare and the threat of being hit with the chemistry textbook again, like Loretta, Shahira also raises her hand in surrender and takes a step back. Only Zara is unable to sense the mood and continues to shove pieces of boneless chicken into my mouth, while telling me how cute I look eating the lunch she prepared. She even asks me if I'd like her to prepare lunch for me tomorrow.

Ahh, why couldn't I be this popular as a boy?

Soon after that, the bell rings and the students slowly trickles back into the class, Shahira come close and whispers into my ears, "I'm definitely going to capture your flags. Look forward to it, Rin."

Capture my flags? Is this a galge dating sim? No, wait. Since I'm wearing girl's uniform and she sees me as a girl... no way... is this otomege? Noooo!!! My pride as a man!

******

Ding dong!

Comes the sound of the doorbell.

"Who could it be?" I ask while holding my lacquered nails up in the air.

"You're not expecting guests?" a certain neighbour asks.

"No. Who would visit anyway? Mom's not here and apart from the neighbours we exchanged doorgifts with when we moved in, we don't know anyone else."

"Maybe your new classmates?"

"Oh lord, please don't say that, even as a joke! If they actually went out of their way to find out my home, and believe me some of them would likely do it, I will have to wear girl's clothes at all times. Home is the only place I can become a man."

"Doesn't look much like a man when you have these B cups attached permanently on your chest." She pokes my silicone falsies as if to make a point.

"Wait! This is permanent?!!!"

Ding dong!

"Hahaha, I'll let you figure that out." That certain neighbour goes to the door and after checking at the peekhole, opens it slightly.

On the other side of the door are two men wearing AXXA deliverymen uniform, one of them hands her a clipboard to which she signs. Then she opens the door fully, allowing the two men to carry their cargoes inside. Both of them greets me when they see me sitting on the sofa with my fingers raised and my feet resting on the coffee table while I'm waiting for the polish to dry.

"Put it here. Here." She points at an empty spot in the living room. Originally, it was supposed to be a spot for mom's chinaware cabinet, but when my parents divorced, dad wanted the cabinet and its whole contents instead, so that spot has remained empty all this time.

After depositing five cardboard boxes in the living room, the deliverymen leaves followed by that certain neighbour. She thanks them, drops a note of ten into the hand of one of them and closes the door behind them. Then she returns, hugs me from behind and says, "Rin-chaaan, it's a total success ~ They totally think you're a girl."

Groans. "What else would they think when there's a figure with a pair of B cup breasts sitting on the sofa while waiting for that figure's nail polish to dry?"

"I wonder what's inside the boxes." She goes into the kitchen and comes back with a knife.

"Mom won't like it if you open her stuff."

"But it's addressed to you, Rin-chan."

To me? Could it be my Xbox set? Or the whole collection of comics that mom hid from before my PT3 exams? Did dad send them to me from our old home? Could it be all of the above?

"Eh? Are these your old clothes, Rin-chan?"

"Clothes?"

"Oh, there's girl scouts uniform, I was in girl scouts too! Oh look! School swimsuits! My old school didn't have a swimming pool, so I never had a school swimsuit. And look, isn't this the infamous Mahmud Baginda Volleyball Club uniform that was famous for riding up the butt crack whenever the players make an overhead swipe?"

Girl scouts? School swimsuits? Volleyball club? Mahmud Baginda? Hold on, I have a bad feeling about this.

"Oh look, there's a letter addressed to you."

"Give me!"

Dear Azrin,
 
After deliberating about what to do with the clothes in the swimming club's clubroom, I've decided not to sell it. With the school closing and the school accounts closed, there is no place for the money to go to. Taking the money for myself would be unethical. Therefore, I've decided to donate it to various schools in the area.
 
But before that, based on the interest you've shown for the past week, I thought you would want some of it for your own use. So I've picked out some of the clothes that I thought would fit you. All the best in St. Catherine.

You shitty counsellor! I don't have this kind of interest!!!How does he even know I enrolled in St. Catherine in the first place?

"Oh, there's another letter, Rin-chan~"

I press my palms to my face. "I don't want to look at another letter again."

"Oh, it's your end-school certificate from Mahmud Baginda. Oh my, you're female in Mahmud Baginda? A 'binti' too! And this picture is so cuuute! Can I keep this? Pleeeeease?"

Somebody please bury me now.

******

"Got you!" A voice announces as a pair of hands grab my (fake) boobs that are still covered by my white shirt.

"Noo! Don't touch me theeere!" With the glue attaching the silicone and my own skin firmly, I can slightly feel her fingers through the silicone as it contracts and compresses.

"Oh? Then were do you want me to touch?" Her right hand continues to squeeze my boobs as her left hand moves lower.

"Here, perhaps?" she whispers in my ear.

"Nooo!"

Smack!

"Ow!" Her cries of pain and sound of a smack can be heard inside the classroom.

"Don't sexually molest our classmate in plain view at school, you pervert!" Aerfean says while holding a rolled up Physics textbook. She's already stripped down to her bra and panties, but haven't started wearing her Phys. Ed uniform yet.

"I'm just having a bonding moment with Rin, Aerfean. Oh, I know, you're jealous, right? Want me to touch you too, Aerfe-ow!"

"Are you still dreaming, Shira? Want me to put you back to sleep?" Aerfean threatens while standing over Shira. I can't help but notice that Aerfean has a very nice figure, and a pretty big pair of breasts too.

By the way, Shira here refers to Shahira. You know the bossy one of the three girls who seem quite into girls. Or more specifically, they're quite into one particular girl, me. As Malays are generally lazy, they try to find shortcuts in everything. So Shahira becomes Shira, Azrin becomes Rin, Arissa becomes Risa, Nadia becomes Nad, Alia becomes Lia and Loretta becomes Rita. Zara's name can't be shortened, though, as neither Za nor Ra are actual names. Aerfean told me while waiting for the bus after school that at some point in the past, someone tried to shorten her name to Air, but that person got beaten up discretely behind the school gym.

"Uuu, Aerfean's so scaaary! Rin, let's go to my home after school, okay? My parents' won't be home today. We can have all the time we need. Hehehe."

Hey, your parents aren't home? That's even more scary! I won't risk my chastity by going to your home when your parents' aren't around!

Whack!

"Sexually molesting a classmate outside school is also forbidden."

"Then when would I be able to molest Rin?"

"How about 'never'?"

Aerfean is so cooool!

Thanks to Aerfean, I am able to change my clothes in peace without being molested (too) much by Shahira's lecherous hands. I receive several remarks of how cute my camisole is and how it suits my child-like and innocent demeanor.

It's not like I'm wearing this because I want to look innocent. I'm just worried people will discover that my breasts are fake. That will cause no end of my worries.

Today, we're playing handball. I've never played one before, so the rules are a little hard to follow for me. I've played basketball before, but it was quite different. As a boy in Blue Sphere Academy, though, I used to play football, which was previously the national sport. That was until 2015, though. After suffering continuous defeat in 2015 culminating in a horrifyingly embarrassing 10-0 defeat against Saudi Arabia, football carried such terrible stigma that everyone switched to futsal, basketball, badminton and squash.

Please forgive me for this background info, but this is just to make you understand my position. You see, in co-ed schools, handballs, although available, is not played all that much. In boys school, it's not played at all, because it has the reputation of being a 'girly' sport. Because this is a girl's school, they seem to play handballs every two weeks here, so everyone's an expert, except me. And these experts play a very hardcore game. It is a level of violence I have never seen before. Thus how, during a moment of confusion, my reaction to the oncoming ball is so slow that I receive the ball directly with my face.

I don't remember what happens afterwards.

I wake up in the infirmary with a bandage pasted to my forehead. "Hello?" I call as I sit up on the bed.

"Oh it seems like you're awake." A matronly voice speaks from the other side of the curtain. The curtain is pulled open, revealing the school nurse cum health teacher.

"What happened?"

"You were hit by a ball while playing handball. Tell me, how many fingers?" She holds out two fingers in front of me.

"Two?"

"Do you feel any pain on your head?"

"Only where it hurts."

"Are you feeling dizzy?"

"Not really, though I do feel a bit confused."

"Any muscle pain? Can you move your limbs?"

I move first my arms, then my legs. "Nothing much."

"Look at my finger without moving your head," she says while moving her fingers left and right in front of me. "Are you feeling any pain?"

"No."

"Alright, I think you're good to go. If you feel any lingering pain though, go to a clinic quickly, understand?"

"Umm, did you carry me here? Thank you very much."

"It wasn't me. Some girl named Shahira carried you on her back and ran here from the field."

"Still, thank you for fixing me up-"

"That wasn't me either. I was in the staff room when you came in. The girl did that herself, then she came to find me in the staff room. I was only here once it was all over."

"Oh, I see. Thank you anyway for your help, teacher," I thank her anyway before getting up from the bed and leaving for my class.

I enter the class in the middle of theoretical chemistry lesson, taught by Ms. Lakrina Eska. Apologizing for being late, I make a bow and goes back to my desk. Looking at Shahira who is sitting at her seat by the window, I mouth a 'thank you'.

Shahira waves dismissively and turns her head looking out the window.

Since we have only known each other for like two months, I imagine that she has something in her mind. So I leave her alone for the rest of the lesson.

Then comes lunch, and unlike usual, she doesn't pull me to have lunch exclusively with her. Therefore, there's only me, Zara and Loretta. Loretta brings her own lunch today. As usual, Zara feeds me herself, even though she prepared a lunchbox for me as well.

I probably should pay her back with something. I'm eating delicious, balanced meal every lunchtime without spending a cent. I don't like owing people and I definitely don't want to be a freeloader.

Meanwhile, Shahira goes to the canteen without giving me a single glance. Even when we have to interact, such as during group work, she only says the bare minimum to me. Yet she communicates at length with the other members.

This pattern continues for two weeks, by which time even Zara and Loretta starts to feel strange.

"Did you two have a fight?" Zara asks while feeding me fish roe sushi.

"Actually, I'm not even sure of that. She just stopped talking with me one day and I'm not sure why."

"Did you steal her boyfriend or something?" Zara asks again.

"She has a boyfriend?!" Both Loretta and I asks at the same time.

"I'm just saying! I don't know if she has a boyfriend."

"You should ask her, Rin. It could've been just a misunderstanding, I don't like seeing my friends fight over a misunderstanding," Loretta says as she drink her tea.

But aren't you guys competing for my attention? Will it be fine if I fix my relationship with your competition? Of course, I'm not going to say it out loud. Girls are fierce when they're competing for love. Best not make them remember that they're rivals.

After school, I quickly stand to the right of Shahira's table, effectively blocking her escape route.

"What is it?" Shahira who is standing while placing her books into her school bag stops what she's doing and leans against the window frame.

Seeing her acting so cold, I hesitate a little. "Shira... umm... can we talk a bit?"

She gives me a cold look then turns away as she proceeds to close the window. With her back towards me, she says, "Not here."

"Then where-"

"I'll tell you later. Please move aside."

"Wait, are you really angry with me? Why? What did I do?" Without realizing it, I accidentally say that aloud, causing everyone still in the class to turn their eyes on us.

"It has nothing to do with what you did. So please move aside."

"If I didn't do anything then tell me what's the problem, Shira!"

Hold on, why are there tears in my eyes?

"Move aside, Rin. I won't say it again."

Suddenly I feel a pair of hands holding me by my waist and pulling me backwards. Looking behind me, I discover that this pair of hands belongs to Aerfean. Towards Shahira, Aerfean says, "Settle it quickly, Shira."

"I know," Shahira says before she grabs her bag and leaves the classroom.

"Don't cry, Rin," Aerfean says as she wipes my tears away with a handkerchief. "You're ruining your makeup."

"I'm sorry, Aerfean. I-I don't know why I'm crying."

You're so manly, Aerfean. No wonder so many girls fall in love with you. Why is a girl more manly than me?!!!

"It's fine. Sometimes a girl just has to cry. By the way, makeups are not allowed at school."

Aerfean, you've just shattered your prince-like image with that last sentence.

"If you have to wear makeups, wear waterproof ones. But you're beautiful even without makeup, Rin."

Stop confusing my heart, Aerfean!

******

The next day, Shahira stands next to my table, and says, "Saturday morning at 11, Berjaya Times Square Coffeebucks. Here's my number. Don't contact me until you're there." Then she goes back to her seat without looking back, simply leaving behind a piece of paper with a mobile phone number written on it.

"Umm, what just happened?" I ask to no one in particular.

Of course, no one is giving me any answer.

At night, I talk it over with a certain neighbour.

"Ooooh! Isn't that a date?"

"A date?"

"A girl gave you a time, place and her phone number. That's a date!"

"A date? But she knows me as a girl!"

"Oooohh~ So she's one of those."

"What are you talking about?"

"Yu~ri~"

"Oh god, please don't say that. Please don't put a word to this trouble of mine.

"Hahaha! What's the big deal? It's an all-girl's school. Someone as cute as you, transfering so late in the semester, is like fresh meat to those types."

"Please don't say that so lewdly!"

"It's really not that bad. I've had some yuri flings in my day too. Nothing is lost between girls, you know."

"Only my innocence. Besides, have you forgotten I'm a boy?"

She makes a blank face for a second.

"Oh right, you're a boy!" She hits her right fist on her left palm with a loud smack.

"YOU FORGOT?!!!"

"Aww, come on. Even your mother will forget you're a boy looking like this."

"Please don't make me regret doing this..."

"So tell me, how many girls have you snared with your cute and innocent look?"

"None!"

"You do realize I have a direct line to your mom, don't you?"

"So what?"

"If you continue to lie~ I'll send this picture to your mom~" She shows me her smartphone. On the screen is a picture of me sleeping in lingerie. Girl's lingerie.

"Waiiittt! This is blackmail! How'd you get this anyway?"

I try to snatch it, but she manages to pull her hand away at the very last second.

"Tell the truth and this remains between us only."

"Fine! Three okay? Three!"

"I guess I'll just have to send it after all."

"I'm not lying! Really, only three girls are pursuing me!"

"You've been in an all-girl's school for two months and only three girls are interested in you?"

"You're talking as if all students of girls' school are perverts and lechers!"

"Have you even checked your locker, Rin-chan?"

"Locker? My bag can fit everything I need and my desk is more than big enough to keep stuff I can leave at school."

"Oh boy... Rin..." she puts her hands on my shoulder, "Seriously, on Monday, open your locker. And get someone else to stand by with a camera to record every moment when you open it. I expect to see a video, understand?"

"Why do I feel cold shivers all of a sudden?"

"Oh don't worry about it, but please don't forget to record the moment you open your locker, okay? Unless you're prepared to have your mom see this compromising picture of you..."

Scary! You're too scary, certain neighbour!

"Now let's decide what you're going to wear for your date tomorrow~"

******

"I'm here already, where are you?" I send a text to the number Shahira gave me. If she lied and this was someone else's number, well, I'll feel ashamed.

After another ten minutes, I send another text, "If you don't come, I'll do something drastic."

I really do feel like doing something drastic. Sitting here in this cafe wearing sweet lolita dress, it feels like all eyes are on me now. It's so embarrassing. Why would that certain neighbour make me wear this?

"Drastic like what?" is the reply that I receive.

"If you don't come, I'll go home."

Suddenly someone laughs behind me. I turn around and see Shahira in loose white shirt, black beret and pants sitting at the table behind me, laughing while reading a message on her phone. This style, it's the style of tomboys or pretty boys and she pulls off the look perfectly. Why does a girl look manlier than me and still look gorgeous?!

The moment she notice me looking, she coughs and tries to control herself.

"You were here the whole time..." It's not a question, it's a statement.

"I'm sorry, you were looking so cute, I didn't dare approach you."

"Uuu, if you're here, just come quickly! It was embarrassing!" I hit her lightly with my fists as I give my complain.

"Sorry, sorry. Well, let's get out of here then."

She takes my hand and pulls me away without letting me say a word. I would've liked to finish my ice-blended mocha at least. She's so unreasonable.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll buy you another one later. So forgive me, please," she says with a smile.

"Humph, fine! Where are we going?"

"Let's go to GSC Maxx."

A movie, is it?

"Shira, I thought we're going to talk?"

Her smiling face cramped at the mention of the talk, but she immediately recovers before saying, "Watch movie first, then have an early dinner, then we'll talk, okay?"

Just as she planned, we have a nice meal at an exclusive French Restaurant on the 11th floor after the movie. Now, most westerners can't understand why it's such a big deal, but in Malaysia, french cuisines are extremely expensive. A single meal can cost as much as the salary from 10 day's worth of work. Even my mom, whose monthly income is fairly above the average income will not even entertain the thought of dining at a French of German restaurant.

We do dine at Japanese restaurants from time to time. Before my parents divorced though, we often ate at Kenny Lodgers, Tony Roman and BBQ restaurants. My dad is a sucker for red meat. It's a good thing that both my dad and mom are out of the country.

Of course, I can't read the menu, since it's all written in French. So Shahira offers to order for me. After asking for my preferences and allergies, she orders in French. She's very impressive, to be able to converse with the waiter in fluent French. I've learned Mandarin and Japanese, but I've never been very fluent in it.

Shahira tells me that the steak is called Provencal Steak, but she only orders it because her father loves it very much. She herself only orders a normal-looking lamb chop. And this drink... it's wine, isn't it? I ask her about it, but she says it's just fruit drink while making a suspicious grin. Really... I'm going to stick to water. I wonder what's plain water in French?

Half an hour later, we're walking side by side in the upper gardens. It seems like the designers really went all out when they designed the 48 storey building. They made an inner garden on the 15th floor accessible only from the 14th floor staircase and elevator. Although I've been here many times since childhood, today is the first time I found out about this place. Either it's a secret area, or most people have never been here.

Looking at the location and the fact that there's only very few people around, I guess both are probably true. You see, most people won't even go beyond the 10th floor, where the indoor roller-coaster themepark can be found. On the 11th floor, there are only expensive-looking foreign restaurants catering to the rich clientele. From 12th to 14th floor, there is only office space. 16th floor and above are residential areas, where the really rich people stays at. It's said that the higher you go, the richer you have to be. It's something a pleb like me can only imagine.

"Thanks for the meal," I say to Shahira to break the silence while we walk.

"No problem," she says without much emotion.

Ah, this sounds like the tone she used when she was ignoring me! Is she pissed that she had to pay for everything?

"No-no, how much was it? I'll pay you back."

"I said it's no problem. Don't worry, I can afford it."

She probably doesn't even know how much it was, since she used her father's credit card. But it's not good, you know, wasting your parent's money on someone else. Mom always said that I shouldn't owe anyone anything.

"At least let me pay for my half, I'll feel bad if you have to-"

"I said it's okay, didn't I?" she turns towards me so abruptly that I take a step back, causing my back to lean against the pillar that was next to me. She then traps my head by resting her arms against the pillar on both sides of my head.

With our faces merely two or three centimeters away from each other, I can't help but start to breathe heavily. I wonder if my breath stinks. It will be bad if my breath stinks, right? I shouldn't have eaten that steak. My breath must stink now. If only I have mouth freshener or something to get rid of the smell.

Of course I'm panicking! Isn't this one of those infamous kissing scenes? First impression is important, isn't it? Will she be disgusted if my breath stinks? If I hold my breath, will it be okay?

Suddenly she pushes herself away and takes a distance from me. With a distance of one meter away which grows by the second, she says, "I don't like this."

I knew it!

MY BREATH STINKS!!!

"Wait! Let me go buy some mints."

"Mints? I have some here." She produces a bottle of breath freshening mints from her pants pocket.

I snatch it from her hand. Then I empty what remains inside the bottle into my mouth and starts chewing desperately. Shahira simply looks at me with a dumbfounded expression.

"Do you like it that much?"

What are you saying? Who would like mints in the first place? I'm just chewing this to get rid of my stinky breath. Don't misunderstand, it's not like I want to kiss you or anything, but it hurts my pride if a girl thinks my breath stinks.

"I guess, I should apologize for the treatment I gave you for the past week."

Eh? Why are you suddenly changing the topic? Are we no longer going to kiss? Not that I'm saying I'm aiming for a kiss.

"I'd like to know why you've been avoiding me, Shira."

"..."

"Won't you tell me?"

"Rin, what is your opinion on secrets between friends?"

"What's... with the question?"

Hearing the word 'secret' suddenly reminds me how I'm carrying a very big secret right now.

"What do you think, Rin, about secrets between friends?"

For some reason, I start sweating. "Umm, I think everyone has things they don't want people to know about. Even best friends have secrets that they can't share."

"I can understand that, if it's small secrets that doesn't bring harm to the relationship. But I think, big secrets should be shared, don't you agree?"

Sweating. Shivering. Fidgeting.

Does she know my secret? Was this why she ignored me these past couple of weeks?

"Secrets... even big secrets..."

"Rin!"

"Yes!"

She grabs my hands tightly and brings it level to our chests. "If you're close to someone, don't you want to share things with your close ones? Your worries, your sadness, your anger, your feelings, your secrets, won't you want to share it with someone who understands you and accepts you?"

"But... what if after sharing the secret, the other person won't want to be your friend anymore?"

"Then that person isn't your best friend in the first place!"

"Umm, uhhhh..."

"Rin, there's a very big secret between us right now and it's killing me. I don't want this big secret to break us apart, but because of this secret, I was so cruel to you."

I knew it! She knows! She knows I'm a boy! If this gets out, I'll probably even go to juvenile center! What must I do?

"N-no... you only ignored me."

Let's try sidestepping the issue. I'm probably just being paranoid.

"That's why... this secret... a confession is necessary!"

Noooo! She definitely knows!

"This... explain..."

"No, trying to explain this will sound like an excuse."

Are you not going to even let me explain my position?

"Only an apology will work," she says.

Then...

"Rin..."

"Shira..."

She says, "I'm sorry for kissing you when you fainted!" at the same time when I say, "I'm sorry I'm actually a boy!".

"Wait, what?" we say at the same time,

"You kissed me when I fainted?"

"You're a boy?"

"..."

"..."

******

"Umm, what are you thinking, Shira?"

"Haa... that was sudden."

"Are you disgusted with me, Shira?"

"All this time I thought I was a lesbian. But it was a crossdressing boy."

"Are you going to tell the school, Shira?"

"I should do that, shouldn't I? As a good student, it's my responsibility, right?"

"Uuu, please Shira..."

"Just kidding. I've never been a good student," she holds out her hand and with a grin on her face, she says, "Don't cry, Rin. Why would I want to get the girl I'm in love with kicked out of school?"

I catch her hand, feeling elated that it's over now. Shahira, one of my first friends here and the one I'm most attached to, despite her perverted acts. I no longer feel any burden in my heart. No more secrets. I don't have to lie to her anymore. Everything is good. This is what I feel as she pulls me into a fancy looking elevator.

She places a key card into a slot and presses number 43. The elevator moves up as she grabs my other hand. We look at each other in the eye until I realize that we're going into the residential area of the building.

"Err, Shira... where are we going?"

"My home, of course!"

"Umm, why?"

"I'm gonna eat you, hehehe."

This look of a predator in her eyes. Oh dear, I have forgotten that she's dangerous! How could I have forgotten this danger?

"Nooo, don't eat me. I'm not edible!"

"Oh nevermind, I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna eat your lips here. Heheheh."

Hey, your tongue is coming out. Stop licking your lips like I'm a piece of meat. No stop, don't come closer. Somebody please...

"LET ME OUUUUUUUTTT!"

 

*I had a dream. So I wrote this after I woke up :P
**As usual, all your comments and feedbacks are welcomed. Praises helps me puff myself up so I can write faster. Constructive criticisms humbles me so I can do better job at writing.