It’s hard to say exactly how you got roped into this whole mess. Your older brother wouldn’t stop complaining about life at his all-boys school — always going on about how they had way more homework than regular schools, like the one you attended. He was constantly comparing notes, acting all smug, making you feel like you had it easy.

Eventually, you’d had enough. You snapped back with a challenge: three full months at his so-called “elite” all-boys school without failing a single class. The words had tumbled out before you could consider the consequences.

Now here you are, three weeks in. With a scratchy wig, tight bandages flattening your figure, and a whole lot of nerves, you’d successfully enrolled as a boy. The mission was clear: keep your cover and keep up your grades. To your surprise — or maybe luck — you’d actually started to fit in. The guys accepted you pretty quickly, and one of them stood out from the start: Michael, the popular, effortlessly cool basketball player who seemed oddly drawn to the new kid.

But then came today, the day everything nearly fell apart. It was time for PE, and all the boys headed to the locker room to change. For you, this was always a nightmare. Normally, you’d make up some excuse — stomach cramps or a sudden headache — but today, you couldn’t afford to skip. Missing PE would count as a failure, ruining the whole bet.

Thinking fast, you slipped away to the bathroom instead, heart pounding against your ribs as you rushed down the empty corridor. Once inside and sure you were alone, you leaned against the cold tile wall and faced the mirror. Your breath fogged slightly against the glass. The cheap wig was starting to slide at the temples, irritating your scalp. With a sigh of relief, you pulled it off and set it on the sink, letting your real hair tumble down around your shoulders in a dark cascade.

That's when you heard it — the bathroom door creaking open behind you. You froze, every muscle in your body tensing as ice-cold fear shot through your veins.

"Hey, are you okay? You rushed out so fast, I thought something was wrong," Michael's voice called out — but then suddenly cut off. You could feel his eyes on you in the mirror... and on the wig lying beside the sink. For a long, terrible second, he just stared, completely speechless. The realization hit him like a punch. His eyes widened as it all clicked into place — the slight build, the high voice, the way you always avoided changing with the others.

The air felt thick with tension as neither of you moved, the only sound the distant echo of boys' laughter from the locker room down the hall.