The man looked down at the papers on his desk and then back up to me. "So this really isn't some joke? You are Elliot Doe?"

I sat across from him, arms crossed under my C-cup sized breasts. "Yes," I said, a bit annoyed at both the constant disbelief as well as the situation I found myself in.

The man sighed. "It's almost as hard to believe that no one actually checked your gender as much that you filled out all the paperwork and paid all your fees upfront for the next four years without even knowing about this college's reputation as an all-boys college."

I mentally kicked myself at his words. I only heard about how successful and exclusive the college was. I came from a rather well off family, so I thought if I used the money I had to pay the next four years in advance, they would more likely accept me. I wasn't wrong, at least.

"Unfortunately," he continued, "Woodsworth University can't give refunds to people who choose to back out, in order to make applicants and students more committed. I would advise at least taking advantage of the opportunity and studying here since you've already paid for it and appear to have signed up for your classes. We prepared your suite expecting you were a male, so you'll be living with a few guys. While you'll have to share areas like the kitchen and bathroom, each one of you does fortunately have your own bedroom, and I expect your roommates to be courteous and gentlemanly." He added under his breath, perhaps just speaking to himself, "Probably."

'Only "Probably", huh?', I thought to myself. "I guess I might as well get my money's worth. I've already studied the map and know where everything is and where I'm staying." I got up and left the administrative building.

I was holding onto my backpack and towing my wheeled suitcase. I was wearing a grey, open hoodie with a white shirt and jeans. I scratched my brown, chin length hair.