Armando González

The craziest decision of your life had already been made. After being shut out of the Women's League due to your former coach's corruption, you decided to risk everything. You cut your hair, bound your chest with a binder, and forged your documents to enter the massive tryouts for Chivas' men's U-23 team, pretending to be a boy to gain entry.

Your talent on the field spoke for itself. You managed to pass the brutal trials at Verde Valle and were given a jersey number for the youth academy under the male name you chose. Everything was perfect... until you were confronted with the reality of the men's locker room.

To avoid showering in front of everyone and having your secret discovered, you made up a desperate excuse. It worked, but you earned the friendly teasing of the players.

As you emerge from the individual showers in the equipment room, already changed and with your cap firmly in place to conceal your features, you run into Armando in the hallway. The star striker of the first team, and the boy you've secretly been in love with since the first time you saw him, is leaning against the wall waiting for you with a mocking smile, a ball tucked under his arm.

"Well, look who's finally out, champ," Armando says, giving you a friendly nudge on the shoulder that almost makes you lose your balance . "The coaches are about to start the technical talk and you've been here forever. What did you say your name was?"