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Author's Note:Well its certainly been awhile and for that I apologize for. Its taken me a long time to get back into the swing of things and sadly I'm only about 70% there I think. Sadly this story is not fully written by me, it was created with the add of an AI. Mostly to see if I can get my mojo back and secondly because over the last year or so, I started to notice I could only type for maybe an hour at a time without massive carpal tunnel flare ups. I'm gonna try to write fully by myself again soon but there are several other AI assisted stories that I've tried if people are interested.
 

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Avery James stepped off the bus and into the bustling city, the sound of honking taxis and chattering pedestrians melding into the background noise of his new life. He took a deep breath, the scent of exhaust and pretzels from a nearby vendor wafting through the chilly fall air. His heart thudded against his ribcage as he approached the imposing gates of the prestigious Easton Prep. The school, a bastion of academic and social elitism, loomed tall and daunting, its ivy-covered walls whispering tales of ambition and success. Avery's mother, a former cover model, had insisted on this school, believing it would shape him into the person she had always dreamed he could be. His father, a stoic football legend, hoped it would provide the discipline and structure that his nomadic childhood had lacked.

The grandeur of Easton Prep's interior was impossible to ignore. The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, casting a warm embrace over the sea of unfamiliar faces. The walls were adorned with portraits of stern-looking alumni, their eyes seemingly judging every step he took. The high ceilings with their intricate moldings whispered secrets of the school's storied past. Avery's eyes darted around the hallway, taking in the groups of students in pristine, crisp uniforms, their laughter echoing off the walls like a symphony of wealth and entitlement. The air was thick with the scent of freshly waxed floors and the faint aroma of the library's leather-bound books. He felt both intimidated and invigorated by the challenge that lay ahead.

Making his way through the labyrinth of corridors, Avery found the office with the number '102' etched into the dark wood of the door. He paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the brass knob, before pushing it open. The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with hair as tightly wound as the curls of the school's emblem, jolted at the interruption. Her eyes darted from the computer screen to Avery, her fingers hovering over the 'Solitaire' game she had been playing. She took a moment to compose herself before flashing a forced smile.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice a blend of annoyance and curiosity.

Avery took a step forward, his heart racing. "I'm Avery James," he began, "I'm new here"

The woman's expression softened. "Oh I'm so sorry, sweetie" Her voice now sugary sweet. "I thought you were on of those solicitors from the public school down the street, looking for donations again"

Avery's cheeks burned at the misunderstanding. He took the papers she offered with a nod, trying to hide his embarrassment. The fliers were for the school play and the swim team tryouts, but it was the leather bound book that really caught his eye. It was the student handbook, and as he flipped through the pages, he nodded understanding. There was a uniform requirement which he already knew and apparently a dress code for after hours.

The receptionist, Mrs. Castellanos, as her nameplate read, took his silence as an opportunity to explain. "The dress code is strict, but it's for everyone's benefit. You know, to maintain the Easton image," she said, peering at him over her glasses. "There's a section in there on what young ladies should and should not wear"

There it was. Just like everyone else he'd ever met, this woman had mistaken him for a girl. Honestly he blamed his parents and their genes. Whereas his father was this big burly football linebacker, his mother was drop dead gorgeous. Once upon a time before he and his older sister, Parker, were born, his mother had been a pretty famous supermodel. There wasn't a boy around who didn't know Claudia Reese. Even to this day, she was talked about fondly. The thing is, he inherited his mother's looks. Combined with his skinny, five foot ten frame, curly dark blonde hair and light caramel colored skin.

He was hot. There was no denying it.

"I'm a guy actually" he said softly, embarrassed.

"Oh I'm so sorry, sweetie" she said, understanding.

"Its ok, it happens all the time" he started to say when she patted his hand.

"It doesn't say anywhere in here that you wish to identify as male, do you want me to add it?"

WTF.

He groaned. "No, I'm good"

There was no winning with these people.

Avery sighed and stepped out of the office, the weight of his new backpack digging into his shoulders. He glanced down at the schedule in his hand. There were no classes today, apparently, it was some sort of orientation day. Great. More time for everyone to stare and whisper about the new 'girl'. He stuffed the paper into his pocket and started walking down the hallway, his sneakers squeaking against the gleaming floors.

He pulled out his phone, using the digital map the school provided weeks ago. He found his way to the boy's dormitory---having to cut through a courtyard to do so. Climbing some stairs to the second floor, he made his way to his dorm room.

When he was accepted at Easton, he was glad to see that he could live on campus. The school had a lot of international students and while his family did live in the city, he wanted the opportunity to live apart from them. His mother was a bit of a helicopter Mom and his father was always up his ass to get into sports or go to the gym to "bulk up".

He knocked on the door before entering.

The common room was a shock of color and light, a stark contrast to the stoic corridor he'd just left. Posters of rock bands and sports teams covered the walls, and a large, plush couch sat in the center, surrounded by bean bags and a mess of video game consoles. The scent of teenage boy – a mix of body spray and pizza – filled the air. Three boys looked up from their various screens and snacks, their eyes widening as they took in Avery's delicate features and slender frame.

"Ummm, this is the boy's dorm" said one of them.

Avery felt his cheeks heat up. "I know, I belong here?"

One of the boys, a stocky blonde with a smirk, raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Avery rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone to show them his acceptance email. "Yeah, pretty sure."

The blonde's smirk faltered. "Oh, uh, sorry. I'm Liam. That's Marcus and Alex," he said, pointing to the other two. Marcus, a lanky brunette, nodded while munching on a bag of chips, and Alex, a taller boy with a mop of red hair, gave a half-hearted wave.

Avery swallowed his annoyance and offered a small smile. "Nice to meet you guys, I'm Avery" he said, hoping to keep the conversation light. "So, what do you all do for fun around here?"

Liam's smirk returned. "Well, Avery, it's mostly studying and sports. But we do have a pretty sick gaming setup in here," he said, gesturing to the array of consoles.

Marcus looked up from his chips, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, man. If you're into that sort of thing, you'll fit right in."

Alex leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "You play any games?"

Avery shrugged. "Some. Mostly Danger Zone"

"No way!" exclaimed Marcus, dropping his bag of chips. "You any good?"

Avery's smile grew a bit more genuine. "I hold my own," he said with a shrug.

The three boys exchanged glances, and the tension in the room seemed to dissipate slightly. Liam leaned back into the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. "Well, if you can handle Danger Zone, you might just survive around here."

Marcus swiped the crumbs from his shirt and grinned. "I'm the resident FIFA champion, but I'm down to get destroyed at anything."

Alex chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Don't let him fool you, he's pretty good at everything he plays."

The four of them chuckled, the ice broken. The awkwardness of Avery's looks was forgotten just as quickly as it was brought up.

"This is it," Alex said, leading Avery to the last room on the left.

The door was open, revealing a space that was both sparse and welcoming. It was a single room, one bed, a desk, and a fairly large closet. The walls were a soft, institutional blue that seemed to suck the life out of the room.

Avery stepped inside, his eyes scanning the bare surfaces, the starkness making his heart sink. This was going to be his sanctuary for the next three years? It was like walking into a hotel room, impersonal and untouched by the hands of anyone who had ever called it home. But as he looked closer, he noticed the bed was made with crisp white sheets and a navy comforter, the desk had a laptop waiting for him, and the chair was ergonomic. It was clear that someone had put thought into making it comfortable, even if it wasn't homey.

"We're allowed to add our own personal touches" said Alex with a smirk. "I think they put your bags in the closet"

Avery stepped into the room, feeling the weight of the impersonal space. The starkness was like a canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of his life. He walked over to the closet, and sure enough, his bags were neatly stacked inside. He grabbed one and pulled out his favorite band t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Something else tumbled out with the shirt: a white bra and some panties.

There was a note folded in half that as well, it tumbled out with the offending undergarments:

"Hey little sis *snerk* thought you might be needing these. Hey you never know"

Parker, he inwardly groaned, gritting his teeth.

"Ummm" said Alex, looking at the feminine undergarments.

Avery sighed. "My sister thinks she's funny"

Alex gave him a long look but nodded in the end before leaving the room.

Avery threw the bra and panties onto the bed with a huff, the note fluttering to the floor. He picked it up and crumpled it in his fist. He'd deal with Parker later. Right now, he had to figure out how to make this room his own without it screaming 'girl' to everyone who walked by. At least the blue walls would help some.

He got dressed in the t-shirt and jeans he pulled out earlier, feeling more relaxed already.

Marcus, Liam, and Alex were already in the common room when he emerged, their faces glued to the TV screen, controllers in hand. They barely glanced up as he entered, engrossed in their game. Avery grabbed a controller and sat down, his eyes focusing on the screen. The digital battlefield of Danger Zone was a welcome distraction from the real-life one he faced every day. The combination of his dormmates, other players and zombies was a welcome sight he'd been missing.

The game was a bloody ballet of strategy and skill, and Avery's hands moved deftly over the buttons, his eyes never leaving the screen. Marcus and Alex took turns casting sideways glances at him, their gazes lingering on the way his t-shirt clung to his body, the slight curve of his hips. Liam noticed, his smirk growing wider with every passing moment. It was like watching a cat toy with a mouse, unsure if it wanted to play or devour it.

"So, Avery," Liam said casually, pausing the game, "how do you deal with all the, uh, attention?"

Avery blinked, the controller momentarily forgotten in his hand. "What attention?"

Liam leaned back, his arms behind his head. "You know, the kind you get for looking like that," he said, his eyes tracing Avery's form.

Avery felt his cheeks burn. "Generally I ignore it. I tell people they're mistaken and if they don't believe me, that's their damn problem"

Liam nodded. "I can see that. But seriously, you gotta admit, you're pretty hot."

"Dude" groaned both Alex and Marcus at the same time.

"I'm sorry but he is" said Liam, shrugging. "If I was gay, I'd totally..."

"TMI dude" groaned Alex again.

Avery's face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. "I'm not" he said then quickly added. "Gay I mean. I like girls"

He forgot to add to that that they loved him but not in any kind of romantic way. The girls at his old school kept forgetting he was a boy and kept trying to get him to join their social circles. The cheerleaders were the worse, pestering him constantly.

"Cool" said Liam with a nod. "Just giving you a heads up, man. You're going to turn some heads here"

Nothing new, he thought.

The digital chaos of Danger Zone consumed the rest of the night, the four of them rushed around as they competed for survival. Each explosion and zombie groan echoed in the room, the flickering lights from the TV casting eerie shadows across their faces. The only breaks they took were to grab fistfuls of chips and guzzle down soda. The sugary rush made Avery's heart race, mixing with the adrenaline of the game.

In between the frantic button mashing and shouted strategies, Avery felt the weight of their gazes upon him. Marcus' eyes would flick to his profile, his thumb pausing mid-chip. Alex's glances were quicker, like he was trying to catch Avery unaware. And Liam, ever the observer, had a permanent smirk as he studied him from his place on the couch. Avery tried to ignore it, focusing on the game, his mind racing with every new move and countermove.

The digital world of Danger Zone was a familiar and comforting distraction. The zombies were predictable, their patterns something he could study and overcome. It was a stark contrast to the real-world confusion that surrounded him. His thumbs danced over the controller, the smooth plastic a comforting weight in his hands. The sound of gunfire and screams filled the room, but Avery felt oddly at peace. At least here, in the land of pixels and polygons, he could be whoever he wanted to be without the constant scrutiny of his peers.

It being Saturday, they stayed up well into the night.

The sun had barely crested the horizon when Avery's alarm blared to life. He groaned, rolling over and slapping it into silence. His roommates were still dead to the world, snoring in a cacophony that was surprisingly harmonious. He threw off the covers, his legs swinging over the side of the bed. The cold air of the room kissed his bare skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He rose to his feet, the floor cool under his bare feet, and padded over to the closet. He pulled out the black shorts and t-shirt combo of his typical running outfit then tossed them on the bed.

He padded barefoot out of the room to their shared bathroom. He was up first so he got first dibs on the hot water. Stripping to his boxers, he couldn't help but look in the mirror. His light caramel skin and soft features a reminder of his mixed heritage and the pain his looks brought him. His hair had that natural curl that he tried desperately to get rid of with no avail.

Grunting, he stepped into the shower. He closed his eyes and let the hot water cascade over him, washing away his doubts and fears.

When he emerged, the foggy bathroom mirror reflected his ghostly image. He toweled off, the terry cloth rough against his skin, and pulled on his running gear. The material clung to him like a second skin, outlining the faint muscles he had worked so hard to develop. He knew he didn't look like the typical boy, but he wasn't about to let that define him.

The corridor was quiet, the only sound his sneakers squeaking slightly against the floor. He made his way to the stairs, avoiding the elevator and the potential awkwardness of being trapped in a small space with someone who might recognize him from the day before. The air was cool, the early morning light just beginning to filter through the windows.

The courtyard was serene, the fountain at its center gurgling quietly. Avery took a deep breath, feeling the crisp air fill his lungs. He set off at a brisk pace, the rhythm of his footsteps echoing in the stillness. It was his time to think, to plan, to escape the chaos of his new reality. He'd been running for years, ever since the whispers had started. It was his sanctuary, the place where he could outrun the doubts and the stares.

As he rounded the corner, the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the red brick buildings. The leaves of the ancient oak trees rustled in the breeze, sending a shower of gold and crimson over the emerald lawns. Avery's eyes took in the beauty of the scene, his mind racing with thoughts of the day ahead. He had to find a way to convince everyone at Easton Prep that he was a boy, that he wasn't just some pretty face to be ogled or mistaken for a girl.

The path grew steeper as he approached the back of the school, the buildings giving way to a dense forest. His breath grew heavier, the chilly air biting at his cheeks. He pushed himself harder, the burn in his muscles a welcome distraction from the ache in his chest. The whispers of the leaves in the trees seemed to echo the whispers of his peers, their disbelief and confusion a constant reminder of his predicament.

As he neared the edge of the forest, he spotted a figure in the distance. It was a girl, running with the same determination he had. Her ponytail swished back and forth with each stride, the early morning light casting a halo around her. She was dressed in the school's standard-issue running gear, the blue and white blending with the shadows. Avery felt his heart flutter, a strange mix of excitement and apprehension.

He picked up his pace, the need to prove himself overwhelming. As he drew closer, the girl's features came into focus. She had a sharp jaw and high cheekbones, a stark contrast to his own softer features. Her eyes were closed, a look of concentration etched on her face as she ran. Avery felt a pang of envy. She looked so at ease in her skin, so unapologetically herself.

The girl, noticing his approach, slowed her run to a jog and turned to face him. She had a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks, giving her a wholesome look that made his heart race. Her ponytail bobbed as she offered a smile, her teeth gleaming in the early light. "Hey, you're new here, right?" she called out, her voice a melodious blend of strength and sweetness.

Avery nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah, I'm Avery James," he said, trying to sound casual.

"Avery," Chelsea repeated, seemingly rolling the name around on her tongue. "I like it, its different, unique"

They continued to run side by side, their paces matching perfectly. Her blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes were a stark contrast to the muddy blonde curls and brown eyes he was used to seeing in the mirror. She had a friendly smile, the kind that made people want to trust her, and a body that could put any model to shame. Avery felt a strange mix of attraction and annoyance. Why did she have to be so perfect? It was like the universe was playing a cruel joke on him.

"So, what brings you to Easton?" Chelsea asked, her voice as bright as the morning light.

Avery felt his heart thump harder in his chest. "My parents," he replied, keeping his eyes on the path ahead. "They thought it would be a good opportunity for me."

Chelsea nodded. "Yeah, my parents were the same. They're big on the whole 'elite education' thing," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "So, what's your deal, Avery?"

Avery felt his cheeks heat up. "My deal?" he repeated, unsure of what she meant.

"You a politician's kid? A diplomat? An actor's maybe?"

He laughed. "Athlete's kid"

Chelsea raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? Which one?"

"Colton James" he said, waiting.

Her eyes widened. "No way, your Dad is a football legend?"

Avery nodded, a bit wearily. "Yeah, that's him."

Chelsea's smile grew. "Wow, no wonder you're out here running in the morning," she said, impressed. "So, what's it like, being the kid of a football god?"

"Tiring" he said honestly.

Chelsea giggled. " Try being Chelsea Raines for a bit".

Raines?

Wait...

"As in the Vice President of the United States?" he said, shocked.

Chelsea rolled her eyes. "The one and only," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think you got it bad? Try being the daughter of someone who has a hand in everything, including what I wear to school"

"Don't wear uniforms. You're literally wearing the same thing as every other girl?"

Chelsea rolled her eyes. "My Dad is on the Alumni Committee, he was the one who spearheaded the uniforms"

Avery wasn't sure what to say actually. He knew Vice President Raines from the news. The man seemed a little tightly wound. He was a bit on the Conservative side for a Democrat and was big on family values and all that junk. Rumor had it he was gearing up for his own run for the Presidency in two years.

They ran around the rest of the school's vast campus together, sharing stories and laughs. Avery felt a strange camaraderie with Chelsea, as if she understood the weight of the expectations that came with their respective backgrounds. They talked about their parents' careers and the unspoken pressures they faced. Chelsea's stories of navigating the political landscape with poise and grace made Avery feel a bit less alone.

As they circled back to the dorms, Chelsea's eyes scanned the area. "I should probably get going," she said, glancing at her watch. "I'm supposed to meet some friends for breakfast."

Avery nodded, his chest tightening. "Sure, no problem," he said, trying to hide his disappointment. He didn't have friends to meet for breakfast, just the same three guys who had spent last night questioning his gender.

"Maybe I'll see you around?" Chelsea offered, her voice hopeful.

"Yeah, definitely," Avery agreed, trying to keep his voice steady. He watched as she sprinted off, her ponytail bobbing as she disappeared around the corner of the dorm. He took a deep breath, willing his racing heart to slow down.

The rest of the run was a blur. He couldn't get Chelsea's smile out of his head, the way her eyes had lit up when she talked about her love for photography. It was refreshing to meet someone who didn't just see him as a pretty face or the son of a football star. She had seen him as a person, someone with dreams and fears. He picked up the pace, his legs feeling heavier with each step. He had to figure out how to convince everyone else at Easton to do the same.

Back in the dorm common room, the other boys were up and eating cereal, their grunts of acknowledgment the only greeting he received. The smell of sugary oats and the sound of milk slurping filled the space, bringing him back to reality. He grabbed a bowl and a spoon, pouring himself a serving of the same cereal they were munching on. As he sat down at the table, the tension from the night before was palpable. Liam looked up from his bowl, his eyes lingering on Avery's chest. Marcus had the decency to look slightly embarrassed, while Alex pretended not to notice.

"Where you been?" asked Liam, transfixed.

"Just out for a run," Avery replied, trying to keep his tone even.

Liam's eyes narrowed, his spoon hovering over his bowl. "At this time of the morning?"

"Its the best time, dude" said Avery happily. "You should come some time, run off some of that weight there in the middle"

Avery poked Liam's belly with his spoon, causing the husky boy to turn the same color red of the shirt he was wearing.

"Hey, watch it," Liam said, slapping Avery's hand away.

Marcus and Alex laughed. They couldn't help but notice how much like a girl Avery had sounded and acted like just there.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Alex asked, his eyes never leaving the TV screen, where the latest football highlights played on repeat. "There's a game later tonight"

Avery groaned. "No football, please"

Marcus shrugged. "You gotta love the sport, man. It's like the heart of this school"

"You can't love the sport when its all there is at home" he said with a groan.

"Wait, wait" said Alex, a lightbulb seemingly going off. "So James is like for real, right? Your last name I mean?"

Avery sighed. "Was hoping to go a few more days but sure why not. Yep, I'm Colton James' kid"

Liam's eyes grew as wide as the bowl in front of him. "No shit?"

"Yes shit" deadpanned Avery.

Marcus spit out his milk, laughing. "Oh, man, your Dad is the shit!"

Avery rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," he said dryly, grabbing a napkin to wipe up the mess.

"No, I mean it," Marcus insisted, slapping him on the back. "You're like, a celebrity here."

"There are a lot of celebrities and celebrity's kids, here, dipshit" said Alex, rolling his eyes.

"But none as hot as Avery" Liam quipped, earning a smack on the arm from Marcus.

Avery rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his cereal, the sweetness doing nothing to curb his annoyance. "Can we drop it?"

Marcus and Alex chuckled, while Liam's smirk remained. "Sorry, man, we're just messing with you," Liam said.

"Yeah, but seriously, you're like the coolest person I've ever met," Alex added, his eyes still glued to the TV.

Avery just shook his head, his spoon clinking against the bowl. "Thanks, I guess."

They thankfully dropped the topic and went back to their cereal, the sound of crunching and the occasional laugh at the TV the only noise filling the room. Once they had finished, the trio suggested another round of Danger Zone. Avery's thumbs were already sore, but he didn't want to be the party pooper. He took his spot on the couch, his eyes glazing over as the digital zombies shuffled across the screen.

Halfway through their third match, Avery's phone buzzed with a text. It was from his sister, Parker.

"You survive the first night?" she texted with a winking emoji.

He groaned, still annoyed at her for her "prank". He excused himself and went into his room, where he called her number. As soon as she answered, he snapped: "What the hell, Parker?"

She giggled. "I see you found my pressie"

"Fuck you" he said, annoyed but amused nonetheless.

This was their relationship. Parker was six years older, currently in her third year of college. She was going into Sports Medicine, much to the thrill of their father and chagrin of their mother. Parker was gorgeous. When she was a teenager, she'd actually been scouted by a well respected modeling agency but tomboy Parker turned them down flat. She had no intention of being objectified and oogled by men the whole world over. Their mother didn't really like that but their father cooled things over.

While Parker and their mother had a rough relationship, he had a great one with his sister. His relationship with his Dad wasn't so good though. He used to have a great one with his Mom, until the overprotective parenting began. Not only that but he was starting to notice that his mother didn't correct people when they called him a "girl" in her presence, in fact she seemed to relish the idea of having two beautiful daughters. More than once, his mother tried to pick out outfits for him to wear that were "cute" and he even caught her trying to arrange an "accidental" meeting with her old modeling agency.

"You there, little bro sis?" she asked, using her annoying pet name for him.

He'd been zoning out. "Yeah, just thinking about how much you traumatized me yesterday"

She laughed. "Harmless fun"

"What if Mom saw them first?" he asked.

Parker cursed and apologized, knowing how crazy their Mom had been with him lately. "How has she been lately?"

Parker tried to stay at school as much as she could, her mother was too much to deal with. She avoided the woman whenever possible. She looked out for him too. In fact, it was ultimately Parker who convinced their Dad that Easton was the best place for Avery. In truth, it was one big attempt to get Avery out from underneath their mother's controlling thumb. Their mother protested of course but their Dad won her over.

"She's as annoying as ever" he admitted, glad he wasn't home right now.

"Well, at least she can't try to get you into a dress and heels there," Parker shot back.

Avery couldn't help but laugh. "Very true. So, what's your advice for surviving this place?"

Parker's voice grew serious. "Just be you, Avery. You're strong and you're smart. You've got this."

He nodded, taking her words to heart. "Thanks, Park."

"Anytime, bro sis," she said, the teasing tone back. "And remember, you're not just surviving, you're kicking ass."

Their conversation ended and he had a lot to think about.

"You okay, man?" Liam's voice asked from his doorway.

Avery turned, nodding. "Yeah, just talking to my sister."

Liam leaned against the doorframe, his eyes searching Avery's. "You need anything?"

Avery shook his head, stuffing his phone into his pocket. "Nah, I'm good."

"Great, then let's go kick some zombie ass!"

Liam's enthusiasm was infectious, and despite the early morning run and the tension from the previous night, Avery found himself smiling. They settled back into the common room, the glow of the TV washing over them as they picked up their controllers. The digital battlefield of Danger Zone was a welcome escape from the real-world drama waiting outside their door.

Monday morning arrived with the promise of a fresh start, but the moment Avery stepped into the hallway, the whispers began. He could feel the confused stares as he walked to class in the standard-issue boy's uniform, the collared shirt and tie feeling like a noose around his neck. The girls looked at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion, while the boys' eyes lingered a little too long. It was like being a celebrity, but in the worst possible way. The whispers grew louder as he passed, the whispers of "Is that a girl?" and "What's she doing?" making his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

It wasn't just the students either. Several teachers called him "Miss" and one of them, Miss Jackson, told him "they expected him to dress in the appropriate uniform tomorrow for class"

Avery felt like screaming. He was already feeling like he was in a prison, and now he had to deal with this shit. He nodded politely, biting his tongue so hard he tasted blood. He made a mental note to show her his email with the proof of his gender before she could do anything stupid.

The first few classes of the day were a blur. Avery felt like he was in a fishbowl, everyone watching him, analyzing him. He tried to focus on the lessons, but his mind kept wandering to the whispers and stares. It was like he was back in his old school all over again, except this time, the stakes were higher.

At lunch, the guys convinced him to sit with them at the "cool" table. The cafeteria was a cacophony of voices and clattering silverware, the scent of mystery meat and overcooked veggies hanging heavy in the air. As he sat down, the conversations around them hushed, all eyes on the newcomer. He took a deep breath, his heart racing.

"Don't worry, they're just checking you out," Marcus whispered, nudging him with his elbow. "You're the new kid, it's like a zoo in here."

Yes, they were checking him out, he thought, but not in the way Marcus was suggesting. Avery as already all too familiar with these types of stares. It was made even worse now because he was wearing a uniform like the rest of the boys and clearly everyone thought he was girl trying to protest the system.

As if on cue, a group of guys strutted over to their table. At the head of the pack was a tall, broad-shouldered boy with a smug smile and hair so perfectly coiffed it looked like it was painted on. He had the kind of good looks that made you want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

"Hey, I'm Tyler," he said, extending a hand to Avery. "Welcome to Easton."

Avery didn't take the hand. Nothing good was going to come from this. "I'm Avery" he said, trying desperately to ignore what was about to happen.

"Avery," Tyler repeated, his eyes sweeping over Avery's body with the same look that had been plaguing him since he stepped into the school. "That's a pretty name for a girl."

The room grew quieter as everyone leaned in, eager to hear Avery's response. He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tensing. "It's a pretty name for a boy," he said, his voice firm.

Tyler's smirk slipped for a moment, but he recovered quickly. "Is that right?" He leaned closer, his eyes raking over Avery in a way that made him want to squirm. "Well, you sure don't look like a boy to me."

Avery sighed. He was right, Tyler was going to be one of those. There were two types of people he tended to encounter. Ones who believed him when he told them the truth---like his roommates---and ones like Tyler, who no matter how many times you tried, they were just too dense to listen.

"Back off, man," Liam said, stepping in before Avery could say anything. "Avery's not into you."

Avery appreciated the help but he'd seen this too.

"Fuck off, fatty" snapped Tyler, not the least interested in what the hanger ons thought.

Liam's face grew red, but Avery put a hand on his arm. "It's okay, I can handle it," he murmured.

Tyler leaned in closer, his breath hot on Avery's neck. "You know, I've never been with someone as... exotic as you," he said, his voice dropping to a murmur that was meant to be seductive but came off as predatory.

Avery felt his skin crawl, his stomach turning at the way Tyler's eyes lingered on his mouth. "I'm not here to be 'someone's type,'" he said, his voice cool and even. "I'm just trying to get through the day."

"Oh, come on," Tyler cooed, his hand landing on Avery's thigh. "Don't be like that. I'm just saying you're hot."

Avery's grip tightened around his plastic fork, a warning pulsing through him. "I'm not a girl," he repeated, his voice sharper this time.

Tyler chuckled, his hand moving higher up Avery's thigh. "Well, you sure as hell look like one," he said, his voice a slick whisper. "And let's be honest, you're the most beautiful thing in this room."

There were two ways to deal with someone like Tyler and while the first way was failing, Avery was no longer reluctant to use the second. Especially as the jackass's hand moved further up his thigh. Without given it a second thought, he stabbed the hand with the plastic fork he was holding as hard as he could. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood but it would definitely leave a mark.

"Ow! What the fuck?" Tyler yelped, pulling his hand away. 'You psycho bitch!"

"Not a bitch" seethed Avery.

"You're gonna regret that," Tyler snarled, flexing his hand.

"Probably," Avery replied, his voice icy. "But at least I won't be the one who's wrong."

Tyler reared his fist back ready to strike when a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Mr. Hunter" said a cold and calculated voice.

Avery looked up to see the Deputy Headmaster, Mr. Thatcher, standing behind Tyler. His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene.

"Is there a problem here, Mr. Hunter?" Mr. Thatcher asked, his voice cutting through the sudden silence like a knife.

Tyler's hand hovered in the air, his eyes flicking from Avery to the authority figure. "No, sir," he lied smoothly, his eyes never leaving Avery. "Just a misunderstanding."

Mr. Thatcher's gaze sharpened. "A misunderstanding, you say?" He glanced down at Avery's tense form. "And what's your name?"

"Avery James, sir" Avery replied, his voice steady despite his racing heart.

Mr. Thatcher's eyebrows shot up. "James? As in Colton James?"

Avery nodded, feeling the weight of his father's name like a boulder on his shoulders. The room seemed to hold its breath, the whispers dying down as the realization dawned on them all. The smug look on Tyler's face shifted to one of shock, his hand slowly lowering.

Mr. Thatcher was staring at Avery, taking in the pretty young woman before him. She was wearing a boy's uniform. This was the girl he'd been asked to seek out, the one violating the school rules. He had hoped that things were mistaken, especially now that he knew that she had such a high profile father. Causing issues with scholarship students was one thing but when the parents were rich and successful, it caused unwanted attention for the school. However, there was no way to overlook a clear infraction of the rules.

"Mr. Hunter, consider this a warning".

"Yes, sir" said Tyler as he and his cronies left.

Mr. Thatcher then drew all his undivided attention to Avery. "Now then, Miss James, I think you and I need to have a discussion in my office"

Avery felt his stomach drop. "It's Mr. James" he corrected, his voice a bit too loud for his own comfort.

Mr. Thatcher's expression remained stern. "Miss James," he corrected, emphasizing the 'Miss'. "Follow me to my office, please."

Avery swallowed hard, his heart racing as he pushed his chair back and stood up. The room was eerily quiet, everyone watching him with a mix of pity and amusement. He felt like a sideshow attraction, a freak who didn't know his place. He trailed behind the headmaster, his sneakers squeaking on the polished floor.

Mr. Thatcher's office was a stark contrast to the bustling cafeteria. It was a place of order and discipline, with bookshelves lined with leather-bound tomes and a large mahogany desk that dominated the space. The deputy headmaster's chair was like a throne, and the moment Avery sat down in the uncomfortable chair opposite him, he felt like he was on trial.

"Miss James," Mr. Thatcher began, his tone a warning. "I understand that you may have had some... confusion about your gender identity, but here at Easton Prep, we have a very clear dress code." He tapped a manicured nail on the edge of the desk, his eyes boring into Avery's. "And from what I can see, you are clearly in violation of it."

Avery's jaw clenched. "I'm not confused about anything," he said, his voice tight. "I'm a boy."

Mr. Thatcher leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Miss James," he said, his voice like a sermon, "it's clear that you're going through something. But until you provide the proper documentation to support your claim, the school cannot accommodate such... unorthodox behavior."

"There is proper documentation. I'm a boy. It says so on my transcript, my school ID, hell I can get you a birth certificate and..."

Mr. Thatcher's hand came down hard on the desk, cutting him off. "Miss James, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior," he said, his voice like a whip crack. "You're disrupting the harmony of this school."

Avery felt his temper flare. "I'm not the one causing a scene," he said, his voice shaking with anger. "You're the one making assumptions."

Mr. Thatcher leaned forward, his expression unyielding. "Assumptions? The evidence is quite clear, young lady. The school has rules for a reason, and when they are not followed, there are consequences."

Avery felt the blood rush to his face, his voice rising. "I'm not a girl!" he insisted, his fists clenching in his lap. "I don't know why everyone keeps... "

"Miss James," Mr. Thatcher interrupted, his voice cold. "Your insistence on this matter is becoming tiresome. If you wish to continue your education here, you will abide by the rules, including the dress code."

This was hopeless.

Avery knew that arguing with Mr. Thatcher would get him nowhere. The man was stubborn and blinded by his own biases. It was clear that no matter what he said, he would never accept the truth.

So, with a sigh of defeat, Avery nodded. "I'll wear the correct uniform tomorrow," he murmured.

Mr. Thatcher's expression didn't change, but Avery could see the victory in his eyes. "Very well," he said, his voice clipped. "I expect to see you in the proper attire from now on."

Avery nodded, the words "yes, sir" sticking in his throat. He stood up, eager to escape the oppressive office, but the headmaster wasn't done with him yet. "And Miss James," he called out as Avery reached the door. "I'd like to speak to your parents about this. Perhaps they can help clarify the situation."

Avery's heart sank. The last thing he needed was for his parents to be involved, especially his mother. But he had little choice but to nod again and leave the office, the heavy door closing behind him with a final thud.

As he walked out, Mr. Thatcher's secretary, a stern woman with hair pulled back into a tight bun, handed him a slip of paper. "Mr. Thatcher has authorized a voucher for you to use at the school store," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "You can get a week's worth of the correct uniform there."

Avery took the voucher, feeling the weight of it in his hand. It was like a ticket to a game he didn't want to play. But he knew he had no choice. He had to survive this week and hope that somehow he could convince the school to see him for who he was.

The school store was a small, cramped space filled with rows of crisp, starched uniforms, all neatly folded and arranged by size. The walls were lined with school merchandise, everything from pencils to sweatshirts, all emblazoned with the Easton Prep crest. The bell over the door chimed as he stepped inside, and the only other person in the store looked up.

Mandy, the attendant, was a bubbly blonde with a smile that could light up a room. "Oh my gosh, you must be the new student everyone's talking about!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening when she took in Avery's current attire. "Let me guess, you need a uniform change?"

Avery nodded, his cheeks reddening. "Yeah, I guess so." He handed her the voucher with a sense of resignation.

"Honestly, girl" gushed the hyperactive attendant. "We all applauded the effort but the school is way too suffocating to let you get away with it"

Avery felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he looked down at the neatly folded pile of clothes in his arms. The white blouse and blue plaid skirt looked like a prison sentence. "I guess so" he murmured, trying to keep his voice steady.

"You're going to need these knee highs" said Mandy, handing him a package of blue socks. "And some shoes.."

Her voice trailed off as she scanned the shoe section, her eyes narrowing as she took in Avery's sneakers. "You can't wear those," she said, her voice apologetic. "You'll need some flats or loafers."

Avery sighed, feeling the noose tighten around his neck. "Fine," he said, plucking a pair of sensible black flats from the shelf. They were the least offensive of the options available.

Mandy clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Great! Now, let's get you into the fitting room."

Avery's heart sank as he stepped into the small, stuffy space. The walls were lined with mirrors, each reflecting his embarrassment back at him in triplicate. He slowly removed his shirt and pants, feeling more and more exposed with every layer. The air in the room was thick with the scent of new fabric and the faint whiff of starch.

Mandy, with her perky smile and endless energy, was oblivious to his discomfort. She chattered away as she handed him one piece of the uniform after another, giving him instructions on how to wear each item like he was a mannequin in a department store. "Now, the skirt should sit just above your knees, but not too high!" she called out, her voice a little too cheerful for his taste.

Avery felt like he was in a nightmare as he put on the uniform. The blouse was tight around his chest, the fabric scratchy against his skin. The skirt felt like a prison, restricting his movement and making him painfully aware of every step he took. The socks slid on easily, but the shoes... the shoes were a different story. They pinched his toes and made him feel unstaggeringly uncomfortable.

When he stepped out, Mandy squealed and clapped. "You look so cute now!"

Avery felt his skin crawl, his reflection in the mirror showing a person he barely recognized. "Thanks," he mumbled, the word sticking in his throat.

"Something's missing though" said the girl then she smiled. "Oh I know"

She took a headband from one of the shelves and used it to push Avery's hair back.

"There," she said, her smile never wavering. "Now you look like a proper Easton girl."

Avery's reflection in the mirror was a lie, a mockery of who he was. The headband framed his face, showcasing his delicate features and long eyelashes, but it couldn't change the fact that he was a boy. He took a deep breath, trying to push down the rising tide of anger and humiliation.

"Super" he forced out, his voice strained.

Mandy nodded, pleased with her handiwork. "You're all set," she said, her voice as cheerful as ever. "You're going to turn heads, for sure!"

"Great, just what I always wanted" he said, sarcastically.

Mandy just giggled. She was one of those people who took things at face value and didn't really understand sarcasm unless it was spelled out for her.

Avery grabbed his old clothes and stuffed them into a bag, feeling like he was leaving a piece of himself behind. He left the school store, more embarrassed than ever. In the hallway, people were staring but there was no whispers or pointing. Wearing the "proper" uniform didn't make him stand out much anymore. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he tried to keep his head down, his heart hammering in his chest.

The rest of the school day was a blur of awkwardness and discomfort. He sat through classes feeling like he was in a cocoon of fabric that didn't fit right. Every time he had to move or stand up, the skirt felt like it was going to betray him, revealing his true identity. But as the hours ticked by, the whispers grew quieter. The novelty of the situation had worn off, and people seemed to accept his presence without comment.

When the final bell rang, Avery practically sprinted back to the dorm, eager to shed the hated uniform. His roommates looked up from their games as he burst into the room, his face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"What the...?" Marcus began, his voice trailing off as he took in Avery's new look.

"Yeah, I know," Avery said, his voice tight as he tossed the bag onto his bed. "Mr. Thatcher had a little chat with me."

The three of them were silent for a few seconds before they burst out in laughter.

"Well, you do pull it off," said Marcus, trying to keep a straight face.

"Yeah, you're like a model," added Liam, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Avery rolled his eyes and let out a huff. "Thanks, but I'd rather not be anyone's fashion statement," he said, flopping down onto the couch in a way that was definitely not ladylike. The plush cushions groaned beneath him, and he felt the weight of the day settle into his bones.

He sat like a boy, his legs wide open, exposing his underwear to them.

Alex blushed. "Umm, you're..."

"Its boxers" Avery snapped.

The room was still for a beat before the laughter bubbled over, even from Avery. It was a moment of pure absurdity, a break from the tension that had been following him around like a storm cloud.

"I'm gonna go change now" he said, getting up.

"Can you at least give us a little wiggle and strut?" joked Liam.

"Bite me" he said, going into his room and making sure the door was locked.

Instead of changing right away, Avery went to the laptop and facetimed his sister. It took a few seconds but a moment later, her face popped up on the screen.

"What's up, little bro...sis?" she said, not paying attention at first but at the sight of him in the uniform, she was frozen in confusion.

"You cursed me" he said, annoyed.

Parker's eyes widened as she took in Avery's new look. "Oh my god, they actually made you wear it?"

"Yeah," Avery said, his voice muffled as he pulled the shirt over his head. "The Deputy Head is a real peach."

Parker's face grew serious. "That dick is still around?"

Parker had gone to Easton too. Before all this started, Avery had wanted a normal high school experience. He had refused his parents' offer to go to Easton Prep at first, deciding on their local public school instead. But after everyone there refused to believe he was a boy, it was as if they made the decision for him. Then Parker got involved, playing interference with their mother and the rest was just that.

"Apparently, I'm disruptive and in violation of the school rules" he said, using air quotes.

"You're not disruptive" said Parker, her voice firm. "You're just you, and they can't handle it."

Avery let out a hollow laugh. "Yeah, apparently that's against the rules here." He slammed his fist into the pillow next to him, feeling the feathers shift and give beneath his hand. "Who knew that a boy dressing like a boy in this day in age was the wrong thing to do?"

Parker's expression grew serious. "Avery, you can't let them do this to you," she said, her voice firm. "You need to tell Mom and Dad. They can't just force you to wear a skirt and expect you to be okay with it."

Avery sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I know," he said, his voice heavy. "But what's the point? They're not going to change their minds."

Parker's eyes searched his face through the screen, her concern clear. "Maybe not," she said, her voice gentle. "But you can't let them win. You're not a girl, and you shouldn't have to dress like one just to make them happy."

Avery leaned back against the headboard, the fabric of the skirt scratching his bare legs. "I know," he said, his voice resigned. "But what can I do? I'm stuck here."

Parker's expression softened. "Look, I know you don't want to make waves, but this isn't right," she said, her eyes pleading. "You can't let them bully you like this."

Avery sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I know," he said, his voice muffled. "But what can I do? If I go to Mom and Dad, it'll just turn into a circus. You know how Mom gets."

"Oh God" said Parker, realizing. "If she finds out, she's gonna get what she wants. She'll go nuts in agreement with them."

"Exactly" said Avery "better I deal with this myself. Its just clothes. I hate it but its not killing me. If it gets out of hand, I'll deal with it"

“What about telling Dad then?” she asked, “he could clear it up quickly?”

“He’s not home right now” said Avery with a sigh. “No cell signal either”

Parker sighed heavily, her eyes reflecting her concern. "Okay, but if it gets too much, you promise to tell them?"

Avery nodded. "I promise," he said, his voice firm. "But for now, I've got to figure this out on my own."

They ended the call with a mix of love and frustration. He sat there for a moment, staring at the screen, before finally getting up and peeling off the uniform. The skirt fell to the floor in a pool of blue fabric, and he stepped out of it with a sense of relief. He pulled on his favorite t-shirt and jeans, the familiar comfort of his own clothes like a warm embrace.

"Hey, what's up?" Marcus asked as Avery entered the common room, his voice muffled around a mouthful of potato chips.

"Nothing," Avery replied, trying to keep his tone light. He couldn't hide the frustration in his eyes, though. "Just want to game and forget about the day"

They did just that too.

The next morning, Avery made a decision. If the school wanted to treat him like a girl, he'd play along. For now. He pulled out the bra and panties that Parker had sent him as a prank, the ones that came with the note that said "Hey little sis *snerk* thought you might be needing these. Hey you never know" With a smirk, he slipped them on. The material was surprisingly comfortable against his skin, and the socks he stuffed into the cups gave him a surprisingly decent profile.

Looking in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and amusement. The absurdity of the situation was almost comical. But he knew that to survive, he had to give them what they wanted. So, with a deep breath, he stepped into the skirt and blouse, tucking in his shirt and adjusting the padding.

The socks in the bra were surprisingly effective, creating a chest that looked more like that of a developing teenage girl's than his own flat chest. He used the headband Mandy gave him yesterday and some clear lip balm to produce an illusion.

When he went out for breakfast, the other guys were already there and shocked.

"Whoa, you're really going all out, huh?" said Liam, his eyes wide.

Avery rolled his eyes. "It's just until I can get this sorted out," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"You look... different," said Marcus, his eyes flicking down to Avery's chest before he quickly looked away.

"Its socks" he said, emphasizing his new bumps.

They all looked at him with confusion and a hint of admiration for his resourcefulness.

"I can't believe you're actually doing this," Alex said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well, I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Avery replied, trying to keep his voice from cracking. He sat down at the table, feeling the eyes of his roommates on him.

He finished eating and left the room to tackle the new day.

The halls of Easton Prep were filled with the usual murmur of early morning chatter, but as Avery walked through, something felt different. For the first time since forever, no one gave him a second glance. No whispers, no awkward stares. It was as if he'd finally become invisible.

The uniform that had been a prison the day before now felt like a mask, a shield he could hide behind. His steps were lighter, his shoulders less tense. He could be anyone, do anything, and no one would know the truth. It was a strange kind of freedom.

As Avery walked to his first class, he noticed the lack of stares and whispers. It was eerie, like he had finally become a ghost in the hallowed halls of Easton Prep. The teachers nodded at him, the same nods they gave every other student, and for once, he felt like he belonged. He remembered to sit down in a very dignified and ladylike matter, smoothing his skirt under his butt before sitting.

The classes went on without incident, the teachers calling him Miss James without a hint of doubt. It was weird, but he couldn't deny the relief that washed over him. It was like he had slipped into a different reality where he didn't have to fight for his identity every second. But as the day went on, the mask began to feel heavier, the socks in his bra a constant reminder of the lie he was living.

It got complicated too.

Right before lunch, Avery felt the pressing need to use the restroom. He'd been holding it in all morning, dreading the moment he'd have to confront the school's gender-specific facilities. He took a deep breath and started towards the boys' room, his heart racing. He had been to the restroom a few times before the uniform fiasco, and while it was never an issue, now it felt like a minefield.

"Hey, girl" said a voice as someone slipped their arm from his.

"Hey Mandy" he said, shocked by her sudden appearance.

"Oh, Avery!" she squealed. "You look so adorable today!"

Avery's eyes widened in horror as Mandy dragged him towards the girls' restroom. He tried to pull away, his heart racing. "No, Mandy, I need to go to the..."

"Its fine, this is the clean restroom" giggled Mandy "not like that one in the west wing, right?"

Defeated, he went into the girls' restroom with her.

The room was filled with the scent of floral soaps and the sound of giggling. Girls chatted and washed their hands, casting curious glances at the newcomer. Avery felt his face heat up as he tried to blend in, his heart racing as he stepped into a stall. The skirt felt like it was suffocating him, the socks in his bra a constant reminder of the lie he was telling.

He went into a stall because there were no urinals of course. He remembered to sit to pee, nervous and scared the whole time. After he flushed, he expected Mandy to be gone but she was waiting at the sink for him.

"You know, you'd look so much better with a little makeup" she said, holding up a compact.

Avery's heart sank. "Thanks, but I'm good" he mumbled, trying to escape the room.

Mandy's eyes lit up with excitement. "Come on, let me do a little something," she coaxed, holding out a small makeup bag. "It'll just take a second."

Avery hesitated, his heart racing. "I don't know about this," he said, his voice shaking slightly. But Mandy was insistent, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of playing makeover artist.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" she exclaimed, pulling him towards the mirror.

Avery's reflection stared back at him, a pale, slightly bewildered boy in a schoolgirl's uniform. He took a deep breath and nodded, deciding that if he had to wear the outfit, he might as well play along. Mandy clapped her hands with excitement and set to work.

"So, we're just going to do a natural look," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "A little mascara, some blush, and maybe a touch of lip gloss."

Avery swallowed hard as Mandy unzipped her makeup bag. It was a treasure trove of cosmetics, with colors and brushes that looked like they belonged in an artist's studio rather than a high school bathroom. She pulled out a mascara wand and leaned in close, her breath warm against his cheek.

"Close your eyes," she instructed, her voice bubbly with excitement. "This is going to make your lashes look so long and pretty!"

Avery took a deep breath, feeling the brush of the mascara wand against his lashes. It was an odd sensation, not entirely unpleasant, but definitely something he'd never experienced before. He could feel Mandy's breath against his cheek as she worked, her hands steady and sure as she painted on the makeup. He bit his lip to keep from saying anything, his mind racing with thoughts of how ridiculous he must look.

"There, open your eyes," Mandy said, stepping back with a proud smile.

Avery looked into the mirror, his heart racing as he took in the sight before him. The mascara had indeed made his lashes longer, framing his eyes in a way that was... well, surprisingly nice. The blush added a bit of color to his cheeks, and the clear lip gloss made his lips look fuller. He didn't hate it, but he definitely didn't love it.

"You look gorgeous!" Mandy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Now, let's just add a little bit of eyeliner to make those peepers pop!"

Avery's heart was racing. He had never worn eyeliner before, and the thought of it was both terrifying and exhilarating. He nodded, feeling like he was in too deep to back out now. Mandy leaned in, her hand steady as she traced a thin line along his upper lashes. He felt the soft brush of the liner against his skin, and when he blinked, the world looked a little sharper, a little more vivid.

When she was done, she stepped back and studied her work with a critical eye. "Perfect," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You look like a cover girl now!"

Avery couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anxiety and excitement. He'd never felt so... female before. It was a weird sensation, one that he wasn't quite sure he liked. But it was easier than fighting, easier than trying to explain himself over and over again.

Mandy, oblivious to his inner turmoil, took his hand in hers and practically skipped out of the bathroom, pulling him along like a child eager to show off their new toy. "Come on, I want you to meet my friends," she said, her voice full of excitement.

The cafeteria was a bustling hive of activity, with students of all shapes and sizes moving in a symphony of chatter and laughter. The smell of greasy food and industrial cleaning products filled the air, making Avery's stomach churn. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to be a part of this charade, but he didn't know how to get out of it.

Mandy's grip on his hand was firm as she pulled him through the crowd, her voice rising above the din. "Everyone, this is Avery!" she announced as they approached her table, her friends looking up from their lunches. "Isn't she just adorable?"

The girls at the table exchanged glances, a mix of confusion and curiosity etched on their faces. One of them, a tall, athletic brunette with piercing green eyes, studied him with an intensity that made him squirm. Her gaze lingered on their joined hands before meeting his eyes, and Avery felt a flicker of something he couldn't quite place. Her smile was slow, and there was a glint in her eye that suggested she knew something he didn't.

"Hi," she said, her voice low and slightly amused. "I'm Luna."

Avery felt his heart jump at the sound of her voice. There was something about her that was... different. She didn't look at him the way the others did, with a mix of confusion and curiosity. She looked at him like she knew a secret, and it made him want to tell her everything.

"Hi," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He tugged at his skirt, feeling ridiculously self-conscious. "I'm Avery."

Mandy's friends exchanged glances, some of them smiling, others looking a bit more skeptical. "Nice to meet you," said a bubbly blonde with a mouthful of salad. "I'm Brittany."

"This is Rachel," Mandy continued, gesturing to a girl with glasses and a knowing smile. "And that's Luna," she said, nodding towards the brunette who had greeted him earlier.

Luna's eyes remained on Avery, her gaze unreadable. There was something about her that made him feel like she could see right through him, like she knew he was a boy in a skirt. But she said nothing, just offered a casual wave as he took a seat next to her.

The conversation at the table was a whirlwind of gossip and giggles, and Avery felt lost in a sea of estrogen. The girls talked about their weekends, their crushes, and the latest drama, and he sat there, trying to find something to say that wouldn't give him away. His mind was racing, trying to think of something, anything that would make him seem like one of them.

"So, Avery," Brittany said, leaning in with a conspiratorial smile. "What do you think about Tyler?"

"What?" he asked, half paying attention.

"Tyler" said Brittany again. "We saw him come onto you yesterday"

"Did you see me stab him with a fork?" he asked, annoyed.

The table erupted in laughter, except for Luna. She studied him with a knowing smile, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of her lips. "No, but we heard he's been asking about you," she said, her eyes never leaving his.

"Not interested" he said and meant it.

The girls giggled, and Luna's smile grew wider. "Why not?" she asked, her voice a playful challenge.

Avery felt his cheeks burn under the weight of their stares. "I just... I'm not looking for anything right now," he mumbled, hoping that would be the end of it.

But Luna wasn't so easily deterred. "Is it because he's not your type?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Avery felt the noose tighten around his neck. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Its a simple question with a simple answer..." she said, a smile in her voice.

Thankfully he was saved by the bell.

He was the first one out of his seat. He needed to get away from these girls and especially Luna. He thanked them quickly for allowing him to sit with them and started away. He didn't get very far though before Luna was at his side. Wow, she was fast.

She leaned in close to his ear. "Mandy's right...you are adorable...for a boy"

She then blew into his ear and grabbed his butt before giving him a little finger wave and walked away.

The rest of the day was indeed a blur. Avery felt like he was living in a bizarre alternate reality where he was a girl, complete with a secret admirer in Tyler and a new set of 'friends' that were more interested in his appearance than his identity. When he returned to the dorm, his roommates couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in him.

"You're rocking the eyeliner, man," said Alex, his voice filled with a strange mix of amusement and admiration.

Avery rolled his eyes, slumping onto the couch in the common room. "It's not my choice," he muttered, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing.

"What's not your choice?" Liam asked, looking up from his video game.

Avery sighed heavily, dropping his bag to the floor. "The makeup," he said, his voice weary. "Mandy put it on me before lunch. Said it would make me look more...girly."

"So that's where you were then?" asked Marcus.

"Yeah, with Mandy's friends," said Avery, his voice flat.

The room grew quiet as the guys took in the information. The curiosity in their eyes was palpable.

"You've got to be kidding me," Liam said finally, setting down his controller. "They put makeup on you?"

He shook his head. "Mandy did that before in the girls' restroom"

Alex's eyes widened. "You went into the girls' restroom?"

"Not by choice," Avery grumbled, rubbing at his eyes. The makeup was starting to smear, and he just wanted to wash it all off. "But yeah, I had to go, and she didn't give me much of a choice."

Marcus leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "What's it like in there?"

Avery groaned. "It's a bathroom, Marcus."

"Is it pink?"

He sighed and nodded. "Smells better too"

The room erupted in laughter, and Avery couldn't help but chuckle along with them, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. It was a small victory, turning the situation into a joke that they could all share. But as the laughter died down, he felt the weight of his situation settle back over him like a heavy blanket.

They spent the rest of the day laughing and gaming.

The rest of the week that followed was a peculiar blend of normalcy and unease. Avery found himself drawn into the social whirlwind that was Mandy's group of friends. They accepted him with a curious warmth, sharing their stories of crushes and school dramas, while he tried his best to blend in. He found that the makeup and the uniform made the masquerade easier, but every time he caught a glimpse of his reflection, he was reminded of the lie he was living.

Luna remained a puzzle. Her eyes held a knowing glint that made Avery's heart race every time she looked at him. He couldn't tell if she saw through his disguise or if she was just playing along, enjoying the game. Her occasional teases and touches were both thrilling and terrifying, leaving him feeling vulnerable and confused. Despite his efforts to maintain a firm stance on his identity, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to let go, to see where this twisted path might lead.

The weekend brought a semblance of relief from the school's watchful eyes. Avery took to his running routine again, eager to shed the layers of makeup and the suffocating skirt. Saturday morning dawned crisp and cool, the perfect weather for a run. He laced up his sneakers and headed out, hoping the exercise would clear his head.

As he pounded the pavement, the sound of his shoes echoing through the quiet streets, he spotted a familiar figure up ahead. Chelsea, with her unmistakable athletic grace, was jogging in the opposite direction. She had her earphones in, her ponytail bobbing in time with her stride. Avery felt a mix of excitement and dread. He needed to talk to her, to get some advice, but he wasn't sure how to explain his situation without revealing his secret.

Their eyes met, and she stopped, pulling out her earphones with a smile. "Hey, Avery!" she called out, her voice carrying over the silence of the early morning.

Avery slowed to a jog, then a walk, as he approached her. "Hey, Chelsea," he said, trying to sound casual.

They decided to run together, sharing small talk and their week in school. He didn't address the elephant in the room and it was kind of nice to hang with her without spilling his thoughts. They parted new the girls' dorm building and he ran back to the boys.

The weekend passed in a blur of homework and gaming with his roommates. Avery avoided the mirror, not wanting to face the girl staring back at him. But every time he stepped out of the shower, the sight of his bare chest and he himself staring, wondering. As soon as he thought about it though, he cursed. What the hell was going on with him. he thought, confused.

The next two weeks passed by with surprising ease. Avery found himself slipping into the routine of being 'Miss James' during the day and the 'girl' with Mandy's friends. It was like living a double life, but the more he did it, the more natural it felt. He'd walk the halls in his skirt and makeup, nodding and smiling at the whispers that followed him.

The gaming nights with the guys remained a sanctuary, a place where he could be himself without the watchful eyes of the school or the prying curiosity of Mandy's friends. They had accepted him without question, and their camaraderie was something he cherished. It was the one thing that kept him grounded amidst the confusion that was becoming his daily life.

On one such night, as the digital battles raged on their screens, Marcus looked over at him with a knowing smile. "You know, you're pretty good at this," he said, impressed.

"The game, yeah, I've been playing for awhile" said Avery, confident in his skills.

Marcus shook his head. "Not the game....the girl thing"

Avery paused the game and looked at his friend. "I'm not being a girl right now though"

"You sure about that?" asked Liam, pointing.

Avery looked down at his legs. He had indeed crossed them at the knee, a pose that was decidedly feminine. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the skirt ride up slightly. "It's just... comfortable," he mumbled, trying to ignore the way the fabric clung to his legs.

He hadn't even realized it but he was still wearing his uniform too.

"Maybe it's more than just comfortable," said Alex, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "Maybe you're starting to like it."

Avery shot him a glare. "I'm not," he said firmly, but the protest felt hollow. He had to admit, there was something about the way the skirt felt, the way the fabric brushed against his skin, that was... nice. But that didn't mean he liked it. It was just... different.

"Guys, I'm not into this," he said, trying to sound more assertive than he felt.

"C'mon, Ave," Liam said, his eyes not leaving the screen. "You're playing it off pretty well. Maybe you're just a natural."

He wanted to argue but instead he just shrugged.

The weekend rolled around, and Avery's heart sank when Mandy caught up to him on the way back from his run with Chelsea. She had a determined glint in her eye and a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Hey, Ave," she said, her voice full of cheer. "You're coming shopping with us today!"

"Shopping?" he repeated, his voice filled with dread. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Mandy's smile didn't falter. "It'll be fun," she insisted, looping her arm through his. "You need some clothes that don't look like you took them from your brother's closet"

"I don't have a brother" he said.

"That's even worse" she groaned.

Mandy's grip on his arm was firm, and before he knew it, he was being dragged towards the school van, filled with giggling girls dressed in their weekend best. He'd never felt so out of place in his life.

The mall was a maze of lights and music, a stark contrast to the quiet halls of Easton Prep. Avery felt his heart racing as they approached the first store, a trendy boutique that screamed 'girl'. Mandy practically pushed him through the doors, her eyes alight with excitement. "You're going to love this place," she said, her voice a whirlwind of enthusiasm.

The racks were filled with clothes that looked like they belonged in a fashion magazine, not on a boy who'd rather be in jeans and a t-shirt. Avery felt the eyes of the other shoppers on him, watching him with a mix of curiosity and confusion. He tried to shrink into the background, but with Mandy's loud voice and the attention-grabbing clothes she held up for him to try on, it was impossible.

"Come on, Ave," she cooed, holding up a frilly dress that looked like something a five-year-old would wear to a tea party. "This would look adorable on you!"

"Mandy, she's not five" said Luna appearing out of nowhere, Mandy pouted.

"She's also not your doll" said Rachel, coming from a different side.

Mandy sighed dramatically. "You guys are no fun," she said, but her grip on Avery's arm didn't loosen. "Fine, no dresses," she conceded. "But you need to update your wardrobe. You can't keep wearing those sloppy t-shirts and oversized jeans every day when you're not in class"

Avery felt a knot form in his stomach. The last thing he wanted was to be the center of attention in a place like this. But he also knew that if he didn't play along, Mandy would never let it go. So, with a deep breath, he allowed her to lead him to the next rack, filled with clothes that were slightly less...girly.

As they picked through the clothes, Luna hovered nearby, watching him with a thoughtful expression. He couldn't read her, and it was driving him crazy. Was she judging him? Did she think he was playing a game?

When Mandy had filled his arms with enough garments to fill a small closet, she turned to Luna. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Luna looked him over, her eyes lingering on his face before sweeping down to the pile of clothes. "I think Avery should wear what makes her comfortable," she said, her voice surprisingly gentle.

Avery's eyes snapped to hers, the 'her' stinging. But she gave him a small wink, and he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe she was on his side. "Thanks," he murmured, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

Mandy pouted. "But these are all so cute!"

Luna decided to compromise. "Ok, you can pick two cute outfits but Avery gets to pick the rest"

Mandy huffed but nodded. "Fine, two"

Avery felt a wave of relief wash over him. He picked out a few outfits that were more his style - a couple of gender neutral t-shirts and several pair of skinny jeans that didn't make him feel like he was wearing a costume. Luna hovered nearby, offering silent nods of approval for some choices and subtle shakes of her head for others. It was strange, but he found himself valuing her opinion.

As they moved to the changing room, Avery felt his anxiety spike. The idea of stripping down in front of these girls, even with the privacy of a curtain, was mortifying. But Mandy was already in the stall next to him, chattering away about her weekend plans, and he didn't want to disappoint her. He took a deep breath and stepped into his stall, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.

The first outfit was a pair of skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He slipped them on, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. These were his clothes, his style. He looked in the mirror and saw a glimpse of the boy he was, the boy he missed. He took a deep breath and stepped out to show the others.

Mandy's eyes lit up. "Oh my god, you look amazing!" she squealed, grabbing his hands and spinning him around.

Avery blushed, looking down at his outfit. It was simple, but it felt right. The jeans hugged his hips without being too tight, and the t-shirt was loose enough to hide the padding. He glanced at Luna, who gave him a genuine smile. "Much better," she said, nodding her approval.

Mandy had chosen a second outfit, a crop top and a skirt that was a little too short for Avery's comfort. He swallowed hard and stepped into the stall. As he changed, he heard the girls whispering outside.

"You look great, girl" said Brittany, her ditzy enthusiasm dwarfed only by Mandy's.

Avery nodded, not trusting his voice. He felt the skirt's fabric brush against his legs again, and was confused. He should hate this but he surprisingly didn't.

Luna nudged him. "You don't hate that" she said with a knowing smile.

"Yes I do" he lied, even crossing his arms to sell it.

"You like looking cute and girly" she whispered in his ear.

"I don't," he protested, but the words didn't hold much conviction.

"Don't lie to yourself, Avery," Luna said softly. "You're playing a part, but it's okay to enjoy some parts of it."

Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He had been trying so hard to resist the pull of this new identity that he hadn't allowed himself to consider that maybe, just maybe, there were aspects of it that didn't suck. The skirt was still uncomfortable, but the way the fabric swished around his legs as he walked had a certain appeal. And the eyeliner? He had to admit, it made his eyes pop.

As they moved from store to store, Avery found himself becoming more comfortable with the situation. He even started to enjoy the feeling of trying on different outfits, seeing how they transformed him in the mirror. Luna remained by his side, offering guidance and support, her knowing smiles and gentle touches sending a warmth through him that he hadn't felt in weeks.

In the last store, Luna handed him a little red dress. "This one now" she said with a big smile.

Avery's eyes widened in horror. "There's no way I'm wearing that"

"Why not?" Luna asked, holding the dress against his body. "It'll look amazing on you."

"It's too...girly," Avery protested, his voice high-pitched.

Luna raised an eyebrow. "And what's wrong with that?"

He couldn't argue with it so he took the dress and went into the changing room. He changed into it quickly and stepped out.

The room went silent.

Avery looked at himself in the mirror, the red dress hugging his slender frame, the hem ending just above his knees. The neckline was modest, but the way the fabric clung to his chest made his heart race. He felt...pretty. The color made his brown eyes not seem so dull, and the way it swished when he turned made him feel like he was in a music video.

"Perfect" Luna said, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You can wear that on our date"

Avery's cheeks turned redder than the dress. "Date?"

Luna's eyes twinkled. "Yeah, you know, dinner, movie, the works. I've got a feeling we'd make a pretty good couple."

Avery's heart stopped. Date? With Luna? He had never even considered the possibility, and the thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. He opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out.

"What do you think, girls?" Luna called out to the others, who had gathered around.

They all nodded and murmured their agreement. "It looks great on you, Ave," said Rachel, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Avery felt his heart racing. A date with Luna? It was the last thing he'd expected. He looked around the group, searching for a way out of this situation. But their smiles were too wide, their eyes too hopeful. He knew he couldn't disappoint them. "I...uh...I guess," he stuttered, trying to play it cool.

"Great I'll pick you up at seven tonight" said Luna confidently.

"A dress like that will need heels" said Mandy and she was off to get some before he could protest.

"I don't know how to walk in heels" he said to no one in particular.

"Its easy" said Brittany happily. "I'll show you"

The ride back to the school was filled with squeals of excitement and chatter about makeup and hair. Avery felt like a doll being dressed up for a playdate. When they reached the dorms, Mandy led him into their common room, where Brittany got a pair of heels that looked like torture devices.

"Okay, stand up straight," she instructed, her voice serious. "And just...walk."

Avery took a tentative step forward, the heels feeling like they were going to topple him over at any moment. He stumbled, and the girls gave him support.

"Just lean back a bit," Brittany said, her grip firm on his elbow. "You're walking like you're about to fall forward."

Avery took a deep breath and adjusted his stance, trying to balance on the stilettos that felt like they were made of pure evil. He took a few wobbly steps, and the girls erupted into giggles. It was embarrassing, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the novelty of it all.

"You're doing great," Brittany encouraged, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just keep practicing."

Avery nodded, his cheeks burning as he took another step. The heels weren't just uncomfortable; they were a declaration of his feminine identity that he wasn't ready to make. Yet here he was, swaying awkwardly in a room full of girls who thought he was one of them. He took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand, trying to channel the confidence he saw in Luna's stride when she wore heels.

The girls watched him with a mix of amusement and encouragement. Rachel clapped her hands together. "You're a natural!" she exclaimed, while Mandy held up a phone to record his clumsy attempts. Despite the embarrassment, Avery couldn't help but feel a strange sense of belonging. It was as if they were all in on a secret that the rest of the school didn't know.

With each step, he grew a little more comfortable in the heels. They weren't as horrific as he'd imagined, though the thought of wearing them for an entire evening was daunting. "You've got this," Luna assured him, her voice a gentle whisper in his ear. Her hand rested lightly on his lower back, guiding him as he practiced.

Eventually he got the hang of it.

By the time they were done, Avery was able to walk in the heels without wobbling too much. His ankles hurt and his feet felt like they were being stabbed with tiny knives, but he managed a small victory lap around the room. The girls clapped and cheered, and for a brief moment, he felt like he could do this, like he could wear the dress and the heels and go on the date with Luna and maybe, just maybe, find a way to tell her the truth without losing her friendship.

But when he got back to the dorm and faced his roommates, the reality of his situation hit him like a ton of bricks. He took a deep breath and announced, "Guys, I've got a date tonight, so I'm going to have to miss the game session."

The room went silent, the only sound the distant echo of a video game battle. Marcus looked up from his controller, his eyes wide. "Wait, what?"

"I've got a date," Avery repeated, trying to sound nonchalant. "With Luna."

The room remained silent for a beat too long before the explosion of praise from his roommates.

"Bro, you're scoring with Luna?" Marcus exclaimed, slapping him on the back.

"That's the hot tall one, right?" asked Liam, still confused.

"Yes," Avery sighed, "and I've got to wear the dress she picked out."

The room erupted in a mix of laughter and congratulations. "Way to go, Ave!" said Alex, slapping him on the back a bit too hard. "You're going to crush it!"

"A dress though?" questioned Liam, still confused.

Avery nodded, feeling his cheeks burn. "Yeah, a dress."

Marcus leaned in, his grin widening. "So, what's the plan, man?"

"No idea" he said truthfully. "She asked me and I accepted"

"So in other words, you're the chick tonight" said Liam with a laugh.

Avery shot him a glare. "I'm not the chick"

"Oh, come on, you know what I mean," Liam said, chuckling. "You're going on a date with a girl, dressed like one and she asked you out. It's like a role reversal, right?"

Avery rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile. "I guess you could say that," he said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. "But I'm still a guy."

"Yeah, but you're a guy in a dress," Alex teased, his laughter echoing in the room.

Avery threw a pillow at him, which only made the situation more absurd. "Shut up," he said, his smile betraying his nerves. "I'm not looking forward to it."

"Then why agree to it then?"

"I kinda like Luna"

"Yeah, she's cool" said Marcus, "but you do know she's into girls, right?"

Avery froze. "What?"

Marcus shrugged. "She's a lesbian, man. Everyone knows she's into girls."

Avery's heart sank. He hadn't considered that. Luna had been so accepting, so kind to him, that he hadn't thought about her preferences. "I...I didn't know," he murmured, his cheeks flushing.

"So then you're ok with being a girl with her to date her?" asked Liam, his curiosity piqued.

Avery looked down at the dress laid out on his bed, the red fabric seeming to pulse with a life of its own. He took a deep breath and nodded. "I guess so," he murmured. "If that's what it takes to be with her, then yeah."

He thought about Luna's smile, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about fashion and makeup. He thought about the gentle way she'd touched his face in the store, the way she'd whispered encouragement when he'd stumbled in the heels. He'd never felt so seen, so understood, by anyone before. And if that meant being 'Miss James' for her, then maybe it wasn't so bad.

Avery took another look at the dress. It was beautiful, really. He'd always admired the way girls could pull off outfits like this, the confidence they had in their femininity. And now, he had a chance to experience that for himself. For Luna.

"Now get out of here so I can put that on, she'll be here soon" he shooed them out of the room.

The door clicked shut, leaving Avery alone with his thoughts and the crimson dress. He approached the garment with a mix of excitement and trepidation, his fingertips grazing the soft fabric. With trembling hands, he slipped it over his head, the cool material sliding down his body like a whispered secret. He stepped into the heels, the height making him wobble slightly.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt a strange mix of emotions. The dress fit him like a glove, accentuating his curves and making him feel...different. He stared at his reflection, the person staring back at him not quite the same as the one he saw every morning. The dress was a mask, a costume, but it was also a part of him he hadn't allowed himself to explore.

Luna arrived promptly at seven, dressed in a sharp black dress that made her look like she'd just stepped out of a magazine. Her eyes widened when she saw Avery, a smile playing on her lips. "Wow," she said, taking him in. "You look...stunning."

Avery's cheeks burned as he took her in. He couldn't believe she thought he looked good in this getup. "Thanks," he mumbled, feeling the dress constrict his movements.

They left the dorm, the heels clicking against the pavement with every step. Avery's ankles felt like they were on fire, but he tried to keep up with Luna's long, confident strides. The dinner was at a fancy restaurant that was a stark contrast to the fast food joints he was used to. The smell of garlic and fine wine filled the air, making his stomach growl.

Luna held his hand as they walked in, and the hostess greeted them with a knowing smile. "Table for two," she said, her eyes flickering over Avery's dress and heels. He felt his heart race, expecting the world to come crashing down around him at any moment. But no one batted an eye. They were just another couple out for a night on the town.

Dinner was a blur of small talk and awkward glances. Avery picked at his food, his stomach a knot of nerves. He knew he had to tell her, but every time he opened his mouth, the words got stuck in his throat. The weight of his secret was crushing him, making it hard to breathe.

After dinner, Luna suggested they take a walk through the park. The cool evening air was a welcome relief from the stuffy restaurant, and Avery felt his nerves begin to unravel. They strolled along the path, the moon casting long shadows across the grass. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with the occasional laugh or shared glance.

As they approached a small pond, Luna turned to him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, Avery," she said, her voice a low purr. "Are you going to tell me the real reason you were so nervous tonight?"

Avery felt his heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly.

Luna's smile grew wider. "I know you're not a girl, Avery," she said, her voice gentle. "I've known since the first time I saw you."

The words hung in the air like a bomb that had just been diffused. Avery's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

He remembered their first meeting and how afterward she blew into his ear and grabbed his butt. She called him an "adorable boy" back then but he swore he misheard her.

"I know you're not a girl," she repeated, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Avery felt his knees wobble, the weight of his secret suddenly heavier than the heels on his feet. "How?" he managed to croak out.

"It's all in the way you move," Luna said with a wink. "You're too... carefree to be a girl trying so hard to be a boy. But I've seen that look before. The look of someone who's not quite sure who they are yet."

Avery felt a mix of relief and fear. He'd been found out, but she wasn't disgusted or repulsed. She was smiling at him, her eyes filled with understanding. "But why... why didn't you say anything?"

Luna shrugged, her hand sliding into his. "Because I like you for you, Avery. And I wanted to see how you'd handle it."

Her words echoed in his ears as they continued walking. The pond's surface was like a mirror, reflecting the moonlight and the shadows of the trees. Avery felt a warmth spread through him, a warmth that was more than just the relief of being seen.

"But why me?" he asked, his voice a little shaky. "I mean, why go through all this trouble?"

Luna's smile softened. "Because you're special, Avery. You're the first person at this school who's ever made me feel like I'm not the only one with secrets. And I wanted to help you explore yours."

They reached the edge of the pond, and Luna sat down on a bench, tugging him down beside her. Avery felt the cool metal through the thin fabric of his dress, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. "But I don't know what I'm doing," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Luna took his hand, her thumb tracing circles on his palm. "You don't have to know," she said gently. "You just have to be willing to try. To see where this takes you."

Avery looked down at their intertwined hands, the contrast of her smooth skin against his own. He took a deep breath, feeling the fabric of the dress brush against his chest with each inhale. "But what if...what if people find out?"

Luna leaned in, her eyes meeting his. "Let them," she whispered. "You're not hurting anyone by being yourself. And if they can't handle it, then they're not worth your time."

Her words were like a balm to his soul. Avery took a deep breath, feeling the tightness in his chest begin to ease. He looked up at her, the moonlight playing across her features, making her look almost ethereal. "You really don't mind?"

"Why would I?" she said, her voice a warm embrace. "You're still the same person I met that first day, the one who's kind and funny and a total badass at video games."

He blushed then she leaned in and kissed him.

It was a soft, gentle kiss, full of promise and understanding. Avery's eyes widened in surprise before closing, letting the moment wash over him. It was his first kiss with someone who knew the real him, someone who saw past the dress and the makeup to the boy beneath. It was liberating and terrifying all at once.

When they pulled away, Luna's eyes searched his, looking for any signs of regret. But all she saw was a flicker of hope and excitement. "You're amazing, you know that?" she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Avery couldn't help but smile. "Thanks to you," he murmured, his heart racing.

Over the next month, Avery and Luna grew closer, their bond strengthening with each shared secret and stolen kiss. He found himself looking forward to the moments when he could slip into the role of 'Miss James', the girls' school uniform becoming less of a prison and more of a playful costume. He started to enjoy the way his eyes looked with a bit of eyeliner, the way his skin glowed with a touch of blush. It was as if he'd been handed a new set of colors to paint his world, and he was eager to explore every shade.

The whispers and stares of his classmates no longer bothered him as much. With Luna by his side, he felt seen, accepted, even cherished. They held hands in the hallways, shared lunches under the shade of the giant oak tree, and whispered sweet nothings in the library's quiet corners. Avery had never felt so alive, so free to be himself. Or rather, himself and 'Miss James' intertwined into one person.

He started to pay more attention to his appearance, not just for Luna but for himself too. He experimented with different hairstyles and makeup looks, finding joy in the transformation that came with each stroke of the brush. His roommates had become accustomed to his 'girl mode', even offering advice on his outfits and helping him pick out the right accessories. The teasing had turned into a sort of camaraderie, a shared secret that brought them closer together.

As the days turned into weeks, Avery found himself slipping into the role of Miss James with more ease. The clothes, the shoes, even the way he held himself – it all started to feel less like a costume and more like a second skin. He still felt like a boy, but there was a part of him that enjoyed the allure of being seen as a girl. It was as if he'd unlocked a door to a room inside himself that he'd never known existed.

It was a strange turn of events from a couple of months ago when he started here.

One evening, as Avery sat in his room, staring at the mirror, he noticed something different. The reflection of Miss James didn't seem so foreign anymore. The makeup, the hair, the clothes – it was all a part of him now, a part that he was slowly growing to accept and even embrace. It was a liberating feeling, one that filled him with a mix of excitement and fear.

But with the approaching Winter Break, that feeling of liberation was tinged with dread. He'd have to go home to face his mother, who had no idea about his new life at Easton Prep. The thought of her reaction sent cold shivers down his spine. For long as he could remember, she made it pretty clear she thought her beautiful son should be her daughter. He fought it with every breath too. Now here he was, all but embracing the femininity she tried pushing on him.

"You okay?" Luna asked as they packed their bags for the break.

Avery took a deep breath, trying to hide the fear that washed over him at the thought of facing his mother. "Yeah," he lied, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. "Just dreading the drive home."

"Your mother I assume?"

He sighed. "I'll be playing right into her hands"

Luna looked at him, her eyes filled with concern. "You don't have to tell her everything," she suggested gently. "Just be you. Maybe she'll surprise you."

Avery nodded, trying to believe her words. The thought of going home to his mother, to the place where his struggle with identity had first begun, was daunting. But he had Luna, and that was something he hadn't had before. He had a newfound confidence in himself, and he was determined to hold onto it.

The last day of school came quickly, the hustle and bustle of students packing up their things and saying their goodbyes filling the halls. Avery felt a knot in his stomach, his heart racing as he thought about the long drive ahead. He'd packed light, mostly bringing clothes that were more 'Avery' than 'Miss James', but he had tucked the red dress away in the back of his suitcase, a secret treasure that held the magic of his newfound identity.

Luna hugged him tightly outside the school gates. "You'll be okay," she whispered in his ear, her breath warm against his cheek. "Just be yourself. That's all that matters."

Avery nodded, trying to absorb her confidence. As he climbed into the car that would take him home, he couldn't help but feel a pang of dread.

The drive was long and quiet, his thoughts racing as Long Island slowly gave way to Manhattan. He'd been so focused on surviving at Easton Prep, that he hadn't truly processed what it would be like to go home after finding himself.

As the taxi pulled up to his apartment building, Avery took a deep breath and stepped out. The doorman nodded at him, not recognizing the boy in the oversized hoodie and jeans. He hadn't even bothered to fix his hair, letting it fall into its natural waves.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse felt like an eternity. His mother's apartment was filled with the scent of her favorite flowers, roses and lilies, mixed with the faint smell of her perfume. As the doors slid open, he took a deep breath and stepped out into the marble foyer.

"Avery, is that you?" His mother's voice called from the living room.

He swallowed hard, stepping into the apartment. It was like stepping into a museum of his past, each room holding a memory of a time when he was just a boy trying to live up to her expectations.

"Mom," he called out, his voice cracking slightly.

His mother, a statuesque woman with blonde hair swept into an elegant chignon, emerged from the living room, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. She rushed over, her high heels clacking against the marble floor, and enveloped him in a tight hug. "My darling," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "You're home."

Avery stiffened in her embrace, the scent of her perfume overwhelming. She pulled back to look at him, her eyes scanning his face. "You look... different," she said, her tone curious.

"I'm the same boy I was when I left" he said, keeping his voice steady.

Her gaze searched his, and for a moment, he was afraid she'd see right through him. But instead, she just nodded. "You've grown up so much," she said with a sad smile. "You're so beautiful."

Avery forced a smile, the knot in his stomach tightening. "Thanks," he mumbled, trying to ignore the way she emphasized the word 'beautiful'.

"Come," she said, taking his hand. "Let's go into the living room. I want to hear all about your new school."

Avery followed her, his eyes scanning the room. It was exactly as he remembered it, with its pristine white couches and gleaming chrome surfaces. The only thing that had changed was the addition of a few more framed photos of him, looking more and more uncomfortable in each one.

"Where's Dad?" he asked, weary that they were alone.

"At the airport picking up your sister" she said, waving it off like it was some untrivial thing.

He was glad Parker was coming home too, she was a great buffer.

Avery's room was a sanctuary of sorts, a stark contrast to the rest of the apartment's sleek and sophisticated decor. Posters of video game characters and superheroes adorned the walls, their vibrant colors popping against the dark blue paint. A large gaming setup took up a significant portion of the space, the console humming softly in anticipation of a battle royale. The smell of stale popcorn and the faint scent of his favorite cologne hung in the air, a comforting reminder of his true self amidst the confusion of Easton Prep.

It felt different now.

He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his reflection in the full-length mirror that his mother had bought him for his sixteenth birthday. The person looking back at him was a mix of 'Miss James' and Avery James, a blend of the Easton Prep persona and the boy he'd always been.

The sound of the door opening made him jump, and he turned to see his father and sister entering the apartment. His father, a towering former linebacker with a gentle smile, looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Hey, buddy," he said, his voice gruff. He stepped closer, and Avery braced himself for the hug that was as much a part of their reunion as the awkwardness that lingered between them.

His father's embrace was tight, almost painfully so, but Avery could feel the love behind it. It was the kind of hug that said 'I don't know what's going on with you, but I'm here'. His dad was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. Avery's heart swelled with a bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, his father would understand.

Parker, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of energy. She threw herself into his arms, her blonde hair flying around them like a tornado. "Oh my God, Avery," she gushed, her green eyes sparkling. "You look amazing!"

Her enthusiasm was a stark contrast to their father's stoic silence. Avery chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Thanks, Parks," he said, ruffling her hair.

The dinner that followed was a tapestry of forced smiles and awkward silences. His mother's questions about his school life danced around the subject of his gender, and he could feel her eyes on him, scrutinizing every move he made. His father remained mostly silent, his gaze flickering between Avery and their mother, as if waiting for a cue on how to react. The food was exquisite, but Avery barely tasted it, his stomach a tight knot of anxiety.

When the dessert plates were cleared, Parker excused herself, her eyes flashing with a silent message. Avery followed her lead, his heart racing as he retreated to the safety of his room. She shut the door behind them with a soft click, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Spill it," she said, plopping down on the bed with the enthusiasm of a puppy waiting for a treat. "What's been going on at school? Did you tell anyone?"

He pulled out his phone and showed her a picture of Luna. "This is Luna"

Her eyes widened. "Wow," she said, her voice low. "You have a girlfriend?"

He blushed.

"Sort of," Avery corrected, his voice tentative. "It's complicated."

He opened his bag and held up the red dress. "You see, she prefers me in this..."

Parker's eyes grew wide as she took in the garment. "You've been... dressing up?"

Avery nodded, the words tumbling out of him like a confession. "Yeah, it started as a way to fit in, but... I don't know, Parker. It's like there's this whole other side of me that I didn't know existed."

Parker took the dress from him, holding it up to the light. Her eyes searched his face, looking for signs of regret or confusion. But all she saw was a spark of something she hadn't seen in a long time: happiness.

"Show me" she said, tossing the dress at him.

Avery's heart raced as he took it from her. He knew this was a moment of truth, a chance to show his sister the real him, the person he was becoming. He took a deep breath and began to change, his hands shaking slightly as he slipped out of his jeans and into the soft fabric of the dress. The feel of it against his skin was like a warm embrace, a reminder of the freedom he felt at Easton Prep.

As he stepped into the shoes, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The reflection was both foreign and familiar, a blend of masculine and feminine that was uniquely Avery. He turned to Parker, his heart in his throat.

"Heels too?" she asked, he nodded. She smiled. "Give me a walk"

With a deep breath, Avery strutted across the room, the heels clicking against the hardwood floor. He watched Parker's face, expecting shock or laughter, but all he saw was curiosity. She studied him, tilting her head to the side. "You look good," she said finally. "Graceful"

Her words were like a balm to his soul. "Thanks," he murmured, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "But it's not just about looking good."

Parker sat up, her eyes searching his. "What is it then?"

Avery took a moment to collect his thoughts. "It's... it's about feeling like I can be whoever I want to be," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "At school, I'm 'Miss James', and it's like... I can be both me and not me at the same time."

Parker nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I get it," she said. "It's like when I'm playing sports. I'm still me, but there's this part of me that comes out, this fierce competitor, that I don't get to show in other parts of my life."

Parker was on the volleyball and soccer teams in high school. Its one of the reasons why she was so keen to go into sports medicine. She definitely made their Dad proud. While he was still proud of Avery's track meets in middle school, it wasn't the football he wanted his son to play.

"But you know," Avery said, "it's not just a game for me. It's like...it's a part of me that I can't ignore."

Parker nodded, her gaze softening. "I know, Ave," she said. "And I'm here for you, no matter what."

A few days later, their mother proposed a shopping trip to the mall, an event Avery usually dreaded. But this time, it felt like an opportunity to show her who he truly was. He picked out an outfit that was a blend of Miss James and Avery: a plain white t-shirt, skinny jeans, and a pair of comfortable sneakers. It was a look that screamed 'I'm a boy who enjoys wearing makeup and pretty clothes'.

In the car, his mother chatted away about the latest fashion trends and what she had planned for the day. Avery listened, his heart racing, wondering if she had any idea of the battle he faced every day.

As they arrived at the mall, the smell of pretzels and the cacophony of shoppers greeted them. The lights were too bright, the music too loud, but Avery felt a strange excitement bubbling up inside him.

They started at the department store, his mother pointing out dresses and skirts that she thought would look 'simply divine' on him. His heart thudded in his chest as he tried to find the right words to explain that he liked the way they made him feel, but also that he was still a boy. He watched her eyes light up with every item she picked out, her excitement palpable. He knew she meant well, but it was hard to reconcile her vision with the reality of who he was becoming.

"Mom, you're doing it again" graoned Parker.

"What?" Their mother feigned innocence, holding up a floral dress.

Avery took a deep breath. "You're treating me like I'm a girl," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "I know you mean well, but I'm not."

His mother's hand paused mid-air, the dress hanging from her fingers like a forgotten thought. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and concern. "But you would look so lovely in these clothes," she said gently. "I just want you to be happy."

He sighed, taking the dress. "One time"

The dressing room was a battleground of thoughts and emotions. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, the dress hanging loosely from his shoulders. The fabric whispered against his skin as he moved, the softness a stark contrast to the rigidness of his thoughts. He knew he had to tell her, but the words felt heavy in his mouth, like a secret too large to share.

Finally, with the dress on, Avery stepped out, feeling a peculiar mix of fear and anticipation. His mother's face lit up, her eyes scanning him with a hungry excitement that made him want to retreat. "You look... amazing," she said, her voice filled with awe.

Parker, who had been quietly watching from the sidelines, gave him a knowing smile. "You really do," she agreed, her voice sincere.

Their mother's excitement grew, but Avery felt the weight of his secret growing heavier. "Mom," he began, his voice shaky. "There's something I need to tell you."

Her eyes searched his, and for a moment, he thought she already knew. "What is it, sweetheart?"

Avery took a deep breath, the words feeling like a confession. "I've been wearing dresses at school," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And... I like it."

The room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the distant murmur of the mall outside. His mother's eyes searched his face, a myriad of emotions flitting across her features. He watched her, his heart racing, waiting for the inevitable outburst or disappointment.

But she surprised him.

Her smile didn't fade. "Oh, Avery," she said softly, taking a step closer. "I've always known there was something special about you."

The words hit him like a wave, and he felt himself teetering on the edge of tears. "What do you mean?"

Her smile grew, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "You've always had a gentle soul, a softness that's not typical for a boy," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I just wanted you to fit in, to be accepted."

Avery felt his walls crumbling, the fear of rejection slowly giving way to a sense of understanding. "But it's not about fitting in," he said, finding strength in his voice. "It's about being me."

His mother's expression grew serious. "And who is 'you', Avery?"

He took a deep breath, the weight of his identity pressing against his chest. "I'm your son" he said, with another deep breath. "But I think I'm also your daughter now too"

Her eyes searched his, and for a moment, Avery was afraid she wouldn't understand. But then she took his hand, her grip firm and warm. "I don't care if you're a boy or a girl," she said, her voice steady. "You're my child, and I love you."

She pulled him into a tight hug.

The fabric of the dress crumpled between them, the softness of it muffling his sobs. Avery felt his mother's love, the kind that didn't come with conditions or expectations, just pure and unconditional. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, and it washed over him like a warm bath.

When they pulled apart, she held him at arm's length, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I just want you to be happy," she said, her voice trembling. "And if this makes you happy, then so be it."

Avery's heart swelled with love and relief. He had feared the worst, but his mother's acceptance was a balm to his soul. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"But Avery," she began, her voice taking on a note of caution, "you know the world isn't always as understanding as we are."

He nodded, the reality of his situation setting in. "I know," he said. "But I can't keep pretending."

They spent the rest of the afternoon at the mall, his mother carefully selecting outfits that she thought would suit 'Miss James'. With Parker at his side, they navigated the racks of clothes with a newfound sense of unity. She'd pull out something that was a bit too much, and he'd shake his head.

"You can't wear that to school, Ave," she'd say with a laugh, holding up a sequined mini skirt.

"Why not?" he'd shoot back, a playful glint in his eye.

"Because you'll blind everyone," she'd retort, her laughter echoing through the department store.

Their mother watched them with a small smile, her eyes misty. "You two," she said, shaking her head. "Always finding a way to make me laugh."

The salon was the final stop on their shopping spree. Avery's heart raced as he took a seat in the chair, the cool metal sending shivers down his spine. The stylist, a burly man with a gentle touch, explained the process of ear piercing, his voice soothing Avery's nerves. His mother held his hand, her grip tight but reassuring.

The quick pinch was over before he could even flinch, and when he looked in the mirror, a small stud sparkled in his ear, a symbol of his newfound courage. The pain was minimal, but the sense of achievement was immense. He felt a part of him that was hidden before was now out in the open, and it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Back home, dressed in the midriff t-shirt and skinny jeans with the new pair of heeled boots, Avery walked with a newfound confidence. His stride was a little more deliberate, a little more graceful. The boots clicked against the marble floor of the apartment, a sound that was both strange and empowering.

"Avery," called his mother from the living room. "Could you come here for a moment?"

Avery's stomach flipped. He knew this conversation was coming. He took a deep breath, and with one last look at himself in the mirror, he stepped out of his room. His father sat on the couch, his expression unreadable. Parker lounged in the armchair, her legs crossed, sipping on a soda.

Their mother sat next to him, her hand in his father's. "Honey," she began, her voice gentle. "Avery has something to tell you."

His father looked at him, his eyes filled with confusion. "What's going on?"

Avery took a deep breath, feeling his heart race. "Dad," he began, his voice shaking. "I've been exploring my feminine side at school, and I like it."

His father's expression remained unchanged, his eyes searching Avery's as if looking for a clue to a puzzle. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice gruff.

"I've been wearing the girl's school uniform and makeup," Avery continued, his voice gaining strength. "And people at school, they think I'm a girl. And it's... it's kind of nice, you know?"

His father was unreadable. "And the school let's you do this?"

Shit. He didn't tell them about that.

"About that" said Parker with a laugh. "Funny story"

She quickly explained the whole thing with Mr. Thatcher and how he wouldn't listen to Avery when he tried explaining he wasn't a girl.

"Parker, Avery!" Their mother looked pissed. "You should have told us about this the moment it happened"

Parker gave her brother a smug "told you so" look.

The silence that followed was deafening. Avery could hear the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway, each second echoing like a drumbeat in his ears. His heart thudded in his chest, the anticipation of his father's reaction almost too much to bear. But before the tension could snap, his mother excused herself, striding into her office with the poise of a woman on a mission. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Avery and his father in a taut silence.

Avery's eyes remained fixed on the floor, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He could feel his father's gaze on him, heavy and searching. "Miss James, huh?" his father finally said, his voice gruff. Avery nodded, unable to look up.

"I just want to be happy, Dad," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "And when I'm Miss James, I feel... whole."

His father's expression softened, and he leaned back into the couch, stroking his chin. "I know you do, son," he said, his eyes never leaving Avery's. "But you need to understand that the world isn't as open-minded as we are."

Avery nodded, feeling the weight of his father's words. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he had to start somewhere.

The sound of the phone call from his mother's office was like a siren in the quiet apartment. Avery could almost hear the conversation in his head. His mother's voice, sharp and precise, demanding answers. The pause as Mr. Thatcher likely stuttered and tried to defend his actions. Then, the calm but firm assertion that this would not stand.

Twenty minutes later, his mother came out of her office, shaking her head. "The nerve of that prick"

"What happened?" Avery asked, his heart racing.

"That man is insufferable. First he tried to defend himself but when I pointed out that the school records stated you were in fact male, I made him check it himself. As soon as he did, it was almost like I could see the color drain from his face. The man changed his tune pretty quick. It was like he was bending over backwards to not piss me off and get sued. He's going to make sure the school is more accommodating to you in the future and assures me you can wear whatever uniform you wish going forward"

"He can do that?" Avery asked, shocked.

His father laughed. "If the school wants to keep getting our money and avoid a lawsuit, you bet your ass he will"

"Serves him right" said Parker smugly.

Their mother glared at her. "You're not off the hook for this young lady. Regardless of what your brother thought, you should have called and told us"

"No offense Mom but you would have jumped for joy knowing Avery was forced to be a girl".

Avery looked at his Mom. She didn't say anything because she knew Parker was right.

The month of Winter Break turned out to be a whirlwind of self-discovery for Avery. With his mother's surprising support, he was able to explore his feminine side without the fear of judgment or rejection. They went to thrift stores and boutiques, hunting for clothes that made him feel beautiful, and even picked out some undergarments that would help him feel more confident in his Miss James persona. The padding was a thing of the past, replaced by more authentic options that made the illusion more convincing and comfortable.

Avery's relationship with his father grew more complex, as the man grappled with his own expectations and the reality of his son's evolving identity. They had long, sometimes tense conversations about masculinity and the importance of being true to oneself. His father's protective instincts were strong, but Avery could see the effort he was making to understand and accept the changes. It was a work in progress, but the very fact that they were talking openly about it was a significant step forward.

Christmas was a surprising delight. The gifts under the tree were a mix of what Avery would have received before and what the new Avery might enjoy now. His mother had gone all out, wrapping up delicate lingerie and makeup sets alongside video games and new running shoes. His father had even bought him a pair of earrings, a small but significant gesture that spoke volumes about his growing acceptance. The family dinner was filled with laughter and love, the tension of the earlier days replaced by a newfound ease.

The New Year's Eve party was the ultimate test. Avery had never felt so nervous and excited in his life. He picked out a stunning black dress that hugged his curves perfectly, a pair of heels that made him feel taller and powerful, and meticulously applied makeup that highlighted his best features. His heart raced as he stepped out into the cold New York City night, his mother and sister flanking him like proud bodyguards. They watched the Ball Drop in Times Square and some drunk ass tried to kiss him before his Dad scared him off.

But it was the moment they were getting ready to leave that Avery felt the most vulnerable. The lights of the city reflected in his eyes, a silent promise of the challenges ahead. "Ready?" Parker asked, her voice filled with excitement.

She had agreed to drive him the whole way back.

The car ride was a blend of nerves and excitement. The city grew smaller in the rearview mirror, replaced by the familiar suburban sprawl that surrounded Easton Prep. Avery felt a mix of dread and anticipation in his stomach. What would the new semester hold for Miss James? Would he still be accepted? Would he find the same camaraderie and love that he had stumbled upon the first time around?

Pulling up to the school gates, the car's engine hummed in the quiet night. The buildings loomed large, the ivy-covered stones gleaming under the moonlight. Avery took a deep breath, the cold air a sharp reminder of the reality that awaited him.

Thankfully the school had allowed him to stay in the boys' dorm, roomed with Liam, Marcus and Alex.

Walking into the dorm room, Avery felt a mix of apprehension and excitement. The room was quiet, the only sound the occasional snore from one of his roommates. He set his suitcase down gently, not wanting to wake anyone. But as he unpacked his clothes, the reality of what was to come sank in.

"This place smells like BO and Axe bodyspray" said Parker, carrying one of his many bags.

"I told you you could wait in the car" he said, not really wanting her to meet the guys anyway.

"And miss my new baby sis's arrival at school"

"I'm not new" he reminded her.

"Boy Avery is not new but this girl Avery is definitely new" his sister reminded him.

"Whatever" Avery said, rolling his eyes.

Just then, the door to Alex's room creaked open, and he stumbled out, his hair sticking up in every direction. He squinted, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His gaze fell on the two figures standing by the couch, and his jaw dropped.

"What the..." he began, his voice trailing off as he took in Avery's transformation. The t-shirt and skinny jeans were simple, but on Avery, it looked like it had been tailored by angels. The makeup was minimal but enhanced his already delicate features. Alex's eyes darted to Parker, who was busy organizing the snacks she had brought from home. She looked up, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Alex's eyes lingered on Avery's breasts though. He was showing a bit of cleavage now.

"Well that's new" he said, causing Avery to blush.

"They're not real" said Avery after a moment. "Its something my mother bought to help sell the illusion."

"Wait you got a boob job!"

"They're falsies, idiot"

Parker burst out laughing.

"It's not funny," Avery said, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Relax, I'm not laughing at you," Parker said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm laughing at the look on your face."

Just then, Marcus and Liam stumbled into the common room, their eyes widening at the sight of Avery. They had the same dumbfounded look that Alex had, but it was quickly replaced by one of admiration.

"Holy shit," Marcus breathed, his eyes roving over Avery's body with a newfound appreciation. "You look... wow."

"You did get me a present after all" said Liam looking longingly at his chest.

Marcus actually smacked him in the back of the head.

Parker introduced herself to the boys then drafted them into helping her get the rest of Avery's stuff from her car.

While they were gone, Avery took a moment to survey the room. It felt smaller, more confined than he remembered. The posters on the walls, the smells of cologne and dirty laundry – it was all so... male. He felt a pang of doubt, wondering if he'd made a mistake coming back here.

And then it happened. Someone was behind him, their arms wrapping around his waist like a vise. He gasped, his heart jumping into his throat. But before he could react, a familiar voice whispered in his ear, "Welcome back, Ave."

He played along. "I'm not sure who are but my girlfriend won't like you getting so close" he playfully quipped.

"I'm her friend" said the voice "She'll understand"

That was enough for him and he spun around to face Luna.

"Wow look at you" said Luna then her eyes darted to his chest. "All of you"

He giggled. "You like?"

"Very much so" said his girlfriend as she cupped one, giving it a squeeze.

"They're not real, I can't feel that" he said, slightly disappointed.

Luna pouted. "A girl can dream can't she?"

Avery rolled his eyes playfully. "And a boy can hope"

The first week back at Easton Prep was indeed interesting. Mr. Thatcher had called him into his office the first day, looking slightly embarrassed. He apologized profusely for the misunderstanding and assured Avery that he could wear whatever uniform made him feel most comfortable. Avery couldn't help but feel a sense of victory as the man fumbled over his words.

On the weekend, with Luna's encouragement, Avery decided it was time to tell Chelsea the truth. They met at the local coffee shop, the aroma of freshly ground beans and the hum of the espresso machine creating a cozy backdrop for their conversation. Avery's heart raced as he began to explain his situation, expecting shock or maybe even disgust. But Chelsea just listened, her eyes never leaving his, a look of understanding dawning on her face.

When he finished, she took a sip of her cappuccino, her gaze thoughtful. "You know," she said, "I had my suspicions." Avery's eyes widened in surprise. "But it doesn't change how I feel about you, Avery. You're still the same amazing person."

The relief washed over him like a wave. "Thank you," he murmured, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. "It means so much to have you on my side."

School became pretty routine. He was just a girl like the rest of them, but there were still moments of confusion that made him feel like an imposter. The rest of the boys in the dormitory were very confused, but they had learned to keep their questions to themselves. The only one who remained utterly clueless was Tyler, who still hit on Avery every chance he got, even after it was known that Avery was dating a girl. It was bizarre, but Avery had grown used to it, using it as a sort of litmus test for his feminine disguise. If Tyler didn't suspect anything, then it must be convincing.

There were still a lot of obstacles for him to overcome. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to be a girl full time or just flip back and forth as he saw fit. There was still plenty of time to figure out those things in the future, right now he was finally happy just being himself.

The End

Author’s note: As I’m sure all of you know, comments are life blood to an author. I’m not begging or demanding, but I certainly would appreciate anything you have to say (or ask). It doesn’t have to be long and involved, just give me your reaction to the story. Thanks in advance...EOF