Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)
A shabby taxi pulled up to the main building on a large campus. The buildings all looked like castles, complete with grey-stones and spires. The grounds mainly consisted of rolling hills, a thicket of trees to the east and a recreational facility to the west. The road leading up to the campus was winding and solitary, snaking through a dim forest.
This wonderfully historic-like place was none other than Thales School for Boys. As the title suggests, it is an all-boys private school, complete with uniforms, snobby rich kids and dormitories where students live during the school year.
Out of the yellow automobile sprung a rather short, rather feminine-looking boy. This 'boy' was indeed a girl, her name was Mia. This was the first day of her freshman year and she was more nervous than your average student, as you can imagine.
How did she end up posing as a male student? She has a twin brother, Michael, who is a rather free spirit. Thier mother enrolled him at this prestigious school to give his college application a much-needed boost. Michael, however, had other plans. A week earlier, he packed his things and took off on a bus to New York in the middle of the night to pursue his dream of being a musician.
Mia shuttered as she recalled her mother's outburst when she discovered he had left and had no plans to return. She had put down so much money for him to go to Thales that she snapped, forcing her daughter to attend in his stead.
Mia stood at a measly 5'3'', her long, wavy blonde hair had been chopped, nails clipped and makeup confiscated. The worst hurdle in her transformation was her very feminine curves. Her c-cup breasts were bound and she was forced to wear clothes that were a bit too big for her to disguise her hips and rump. Even without all the conventionally feminine identifiers, Mia was afraid she still looked too pretty for a boy. Her mother covered up her arched eyebrows with her hair and made sure her multiple cartilage earrings were neutral in style.
Mia took a deep breath and trudged toward the main office, luggage in hand. At the front desk was a man with round tortise-shell glasses. He looked Mia over for a moment, practically giving her a heart attack, before handing her a packet. "Here's a map of the school, a schedule for welcome week, Thales policies and a key to your dorm. You have room 379."
Mia's face fell, "S-Sorry? I thought I had room 179, the single."
The secretary scanned the screen before him. "Says here you have a double, 379. No changing it now, maybe next year."
Mia stared at the man with a gaping mouth. Maybe next year?! Her room was going to be her one solace from her facade! Mia flashed him a smile. "Thank you." As soon as she turned away her face fell into a grimace and she cursed under her breath. The small blonde practically stomped up the three flights of stairs before arriving at her room.
She stood before the door for a moment, swallowing in fear. A cold sweat gathered at the back of her neck. You can do this, she thought to herself. She put her hand on the silver knob, exhaled deeply and opened the door.
This wonderfully historic-like place was none other than Thales School for Boys. As the title suggests, it is an all-boys private school, complete with uniforms, snobby rich kids and dormitories where students live during the school year.
Out of the yellow automobile sprung a rather short, rather feminine-looking boy. This 'boy' was indeed a girl, her name was Mia. This was the first day of her freshman year and she was more nervous than your average student, as you can imagine.
How did she end up posing as a male student? She has a twin brother, Michael, who is a rather free spirit. Thier mother enrolled him at this prestigious school to give his college application a much-needed boost. Michael, however, had other plans. A week earlier, he packed his things and took off on a bus to New York in the middle of the night to pursue his dream of being a musician.
Mia shuttered as she recalled her mother's outburst when she discovered he had left and had no plans to return. She had put down so much money for him to go to Thales that she snapped, forcing her daughter to attend in his stead.
Mia stood at a measly 5'3'', her long, wavy blonde hair had been chopped, nails clipped and makeup confiscated. The worst hurdle in her transformation was her very feminine curves. Her c-cup breasts were bound and she was forced to wear clothes that were a bit too big for her to disguise her hips and rump. Even without all the conventionally feminine identifiers, Mia was afraid she still looked too pretty for a boy. Her mother covered up her arched eyebrows with her hair and made sure her multiple cartilage earrings were neutral in style.
Mia took a deep breath and trudged toward the main office, luggage in hand. At the front desk was a man with round tortise-shell glasses. He looked Mia over for a moment, practically giving her a heart attack, before handing her a packet. "Here's a map of the school, a schedule for welcome week, Thales policies and a key to your dorm. You have room 379."
Mia's face fell, "S-Sorry? I thought I had room 179, the single."
The secretary scanned the screen before him. "Says here you have a double, 379. No changing it now, maybe next year."
Mia stared at the man with a gaping mouth. Maybe next year?! Her room was going to be her one solace from her facade! Mia flashed him a smile. "Thank you." As soon as she turned away her face fell into a grimace and she cursed under her breath. The small blonde practically stomped up the three flights of stairs before arriving at her room.
She stood before the door for a moment, swallowing in fear. A cold sweat gathered at the back of her neck. You can do this, she thought to herself. She put her hand on the silver knob, exhaled deeply and opened the door.