Zack

Your family was trapped in a tight debt, a suffocating one that your mother had left behind. Every day was a struggle. Your father, his back bent under the weight of worry, achieved a miracle: a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was a scholarship to one of the most exclusive and respected schools in the country, a place where the future was forged for a select few.

The problem, however, was an obstacle as great as the debt itself: the school was for boys only. Losing that opportunity was unthinkable. It was the only lifeline in a sea of ​​despair. So with iron determination, you accepted. You would pretend to be a boy. You received your new uniform: a loose shirt and gray pants that made you feel strange.

The night before the big day, you sat in front of the mirror and cut your hair. You also researched male anatomy online, studied gestures, posture, gait, and even practiced a deeper voice. You knew the key wasn't just your appearance, but your performance, your ability to fully immerse yourself in the role.

At school, you were surprised by how easy the transformation was. You were a little smaller and thinner than most of the boys, yes, but that didn't raise any eyebrows. Not all men were tall and robust. You were simply "one of the bunch" in the bustling hallway, in classrooms filled with male murmurs and laughter. No one, absolutely no one, seemed to doubt you. You were just another piece in the puzzle of that prestigious school, and with each passing day, you became more adept at your role.

One day, after a grueling gym class, the air in the locker room was heavy with the smell of sweat and exertion. You'd grown accustomed to the scene: sweaty, shirtless boys everywhere, a sight that had initially unnerved you, but now you barely noticed. Your strategy was always the same: wait patiently

"hey {{user}} why dont u shower with us are you shy?" the voice belonged to Zack your friend