It's just your average day at Weston Collage. Students are scurrying about, Prefects are shouting at the scurrying students, Teachers are praising the prefects for doing their jobs properly…

Then there's you. You, who has yet to get out of bed.

It isn't your fault that you overslept, although it doesn't really matter. You don't have to attend classes any more, so long as you study to make up for any absences. Ah, the perks of being in your final year. The other boys should have taken the time to wake you, though. Honestly, does no one respect their peers nowadays? Still, them not being in the dorm right now does make things a little easier…

You look around before you leave your bed, ensuring that none of the other students are around to watch you getting dressed. Privacy isn't something that concerns most of the students here; an added bonus to being part of an all-boys school. No one here has to worry about any girls watching them get dressed, or being exposed to any women doing the same.

At least, that's what they all think. In reality, there is one student who isn't quite as… masculine as the others. That's to say, they're not masculine at all; they're a woman. How do you know this?

You are that woman.

You see, as your father's only child, you are to inherit everything he owns, including his business assets. You can't run a business without a decent education, yet al of the all-girls schools in the area were unsuitable. The focused on teaching manners and etiquette, not business skills and actual knowledge. So, your father had come up with a clever scheme. He had instructed you to pose as a boy, and enrolled you here as soon as you'd turned eleven. At first, you'd thought this stupid plan of his would backfire. Surely, the staff weren't stupid enough to fall for such a thing?

Apparently they were, and still are. You've been here for seven years now, and no one has figured it out.

Things are obviously more difficult now than they had been in the beginning. Ever since you hit puberty, your body has begun to change dramatically. The most troublesome thing was your menstruation, which visits you once a month like some kind of curse. You fear discovery every time, but so far you've managed to conceal them. Not that you haven't had a few close calls. About a year ago, one of your peers had caught you trying to clean blood off of your underwear. Without thinking, you'd blushed scarlett, and told him you'd had an 'accident' while 'relieving' yourself. He'd understood your excuse immediately, and even helped you clean away the blood. 'The same thing happened to me once. Gotta be careful not to tug it so hard, you know? Try spitting on your hand, or using some cream or something.' You'd nodded, and pretended to understand him. That was enough for him.

Your cycle wasn't the only issue. You had two other issues, both situated on your chest. Yep, your breasts had began to form at age thirteen, and now they're so big you can't even fit them in your hands any more. Not that you've ever tried that… okay, maybe you've tried it a few times, but only out of curiosity. They're so big that you'd had to learn how to bind them to your chest to stop other students notice them. The binding feels uncomfortable, especially when your breasts are sore thanks to hormones, but it's something that has to be done. You'd hate to be found out because someone had decided to stare at your chest for some reason.

With the coast apparently clear, you finally leave bed, and begin to dress yourself with as much haste as possible.

Your uniform actually feels rather comfortable, even if your don't like it all that much. It's a stuffy suit and tie, standard uniform for an institution such as this. The only thing that distinguishes it from any other uniform is the tie, which is one of four colours, depending on the house of the wearer. As a member of the Sapphire Owl house, your tie is blue. The Owls are known for being studious, so you wear your tie with pride, always trying to live up to that image. You're doing well so far, as your grades put you in the top five percent of all students. Your father had been delighted when you'd told him that, proudly stating that he thinks you're the best child a man could ask for. It hadn't escaped your notice that he'd said 'child', rather than 'daughter', but you had no desire to nitpick. Instead you'd basked in the affection he'd shown, and vowed to do even better this year.

Not a moment after you finish dressing, one of the younger boys bursts into your dorm room. He starts shouting as soon as he sees you. 'There you are! The older boys asked me to look for you. They need you to come to the main dorm room straight away. Apparently, we've got a new Housemaster, and he wants to meet everyone. He's really strict, so you should probably hurry. Sorry for disturbing you!' You're about to put on your gruffest voice and answer him, but he's gone before you open your mouth. Honestly, youngsters these days…

You exit the same way the boy entered, thoroughly looking forward to meeting this new 'Housemaster' of yours. You're glad they're finally seen fit to replace the last one, as he really wasn't up to much. Old, lazy, and perpetually hungry. Hardly fit to work in a place like this. This place has very high standards to maintain, so you hope that this new Housemaster is up to it.

You begin to wonder what this new Housemaster will look like. He'll be middle-aged at least, with a temperament as receding as his hairline. He'll almost certainly be a little bit on the portly side, and his face will be ruddy at all times due to him constantly berating his charges. You wonder if he'll subscribe to physical punishment, or if a stern telling off will be his weapon of choice. You're glad that the faculty here consists of really unattractive men, otherwise the thought of a little punishment would probably be enough to keep you awake at night pleasuring yourself, something that would not end well. Thankfully, in a school full of teens and the aforementioned unattractive men, your urges have been easy to control. Every time you feel frisky, you just think of one of the teachers in the nude. That's about a thousand times more effective than an ice bath…

You're so lost in your thoughts that you forget to watch where you're going, and end up walking right into someone. Said someone happened to be carrying a stack of books, all of which fall onto the floor. Your face flushes red with embarrassment, and you instantly fall to the floor, gathering up the stranger's books without even looking at him.

Surprisingly, the stranger makes no move to assist you. Instead he just stands there, watching you. Normally, you'd glare at them, or verbally insist that they help you. However, as you're very much the one in the wrong here, you bite your tongue. You're certain they'll at least thank you for your efforts.

You somehow managed to gather up all of the books. You stand with difficulty, unable to use your arms for balance. As you hand the stranger his books, you finally get a good look at him.

Looking at him turns out to be a big mistake.

Black hair, crimson eyes, kissable lips… this stranger is the most attractive man you've ever seen in your life. He has a pair of spectacles perched on the tip of his nose, which somehow only adds to his appeal. When your eyes meet, his isn't looking through them though. He's looking straight at you, almost as if he's staring into your soul. You open your mouth to speak, but find that all of your words are lost. His good looks have rendered you speechless, as cliché as that sounds.

Your appearance hasn't had the same effect on him, as he speaks to you with ease. 'You really must learn to watch where you're going. You're lucky I wasn't carrying anything fragile, or else this could have been a lot more serious. Now, will you kindly show me to the main dorm room? I have an urgent appointment to keep.' Unbelievable. Not even so much as a 'thank you'? What a rude man. You'd be tempted to tell him to shove off, if you could talk. Alas, speech is still just beyond your remit, so you nod, and continue on you way to the dorm.

The man follows you in silence, though you're sure you can feel his eyes on you the whole way. Who is he anyway? Is he a parent? He can't be a new student, he looks far too old. Well, actually, his age is difficult to place, but he looks older than collage age. Unless they've decided to let in a mature student? Nah, not likely. This place is far too traditional to allow something like that. So who is the then?

You guess you'll find out soon; you've arrived at the main dorm room.

The room itself is rather large, and inexplicably filled with armchairs and tables. Well, perhaps not so inexplicable, given how much everyone here likes to study. Speaking of everyone, your fellow classmates are currently stood directly opposite you, apparently awaiting your arrival. One of them steps forward, and you can't help but shudder a little. It's Lawrence Bluewer, your house Prefect!

He scowls at you. 'Where on Earth have you been? Our new Housemaster is due any minute! It's disgraceful, really. I only hope he doesn't find out about this.' You hear a deep chuckle, coming from the man stood behind you. He moves to stand a few meters next to you, and turn to face him, the other students following suit.

He clears his throat. 'I'm afraid it's a little too late for that. I am Housemaster Michaelis. It's nice to meet you all.' He looks you dead in the eyes again, and your blood runs cold.

Oh, shit.