I'm a shit writer, but I read a fanfic based in Weston College, a female cross dressing, and all 8 boys find out 'he' is actually a 'she'. I decided to take my own spin on it, due to the fact that I personally am tired of the shy, submissive facade of the female. So this is a no bullshit, 100% pure dominant female trying to get herself her fucking education. I don't care how bad or historically inaccurate this is because I'm probably never going to post one of these again. ▪ ▪ ▪ They brought her to the Swan Gazebo. 3pm sharp. Clayton had found out her dirty secret on accident when she was cleaning through the bespectacled teenager's part of the dorm. The unexpected call to the gazebo the next afternoon, gave it all away. She's anything but stupid. She knew. And she was prepared. "So, tell me Mr. Stratton, what sort of recreational activities do you occupy your spare time with?" Redmond begins, mockery laced in his tone. Her mind yells at him, 'Oh two can play at that game, mate.' "Well, I do enjoy cooking and baking, reading, writing, sometimes I sing for my own entertainment." She returns the taunt. The blonde man smirks, "It seems some of those are quite the feminine hobbies, Stratton." He says in hopes to catch her off-guard, but little does he know about the anger boiling in her stomach, the Hellfire about to rise. She gives a bitter laugh and shifts, looking at the ground for a second, "Really? You think those are feminine qualities? What about Agni, Prince Soma's butler, he loves to cook and bake, is he feminine for it? Are male chefs feminine?" She gestures over to Violet and Cheslock, "Violet Wolf is known for the arts, music, I'm sure some of them sing. Are they feminine for that? What about male opera singers?" She pauses, "But I know what you're referring to. You all know that I'm a female," she glides her hand to her wig, pulling it off, her longer, softer hair revealing, "and I was wondering why you hadn't kicked me out sooner, but then I also thought, you'd all be wanting to understand why I came here in the first place." They had all stopped, astonished the girl had so much confidence to expose herself. "I came here, because I wanted an education. Because being born with a uterus, just happens to make life really hard. It sucks. I mean sure women learn things. How to be a housewife. We're basically born to be babymakers who cook and clean. I'm here because I want to learn more about what I'm interested in. I want to learn as an equal to all of you. I want to take advantage of the fact that I actually happen to like studying physics and chemistry, and I love solving incredibly hard mathematical equations. But since I'm a female, I'm not supposed to. I get shunned, and frowned upon. And it's bullshit." All eight pairs of wide eyes stare into her unfazed expression. She breaks the silence, "So are you gonna kick me out or nah?" The sound of footsteps trail and stop at her side. Clayton. "I want to apologise. I was wrong about you in many different ways." He wraps an arm around the girl's shoulders, startling her, and faces the others, "I think she should stay. She does indeed have top scores and she's highly intelligent. I say we let her learn." Bluewer adjusts his glasses and sighs, "Due to your scores, I will let you stay. But we will have to speak with the Principal about this matter, and if you will have to continue hiding the fact that you are a female. But until such time, you will remain a male." She nods, and reciprocates the awkward side hug from the tall boy next to her, "Also Clayton, baby," his eyes light up a bit, face flushing at the pet name, "...you fucking snitch." The dark look in her eyes was enough to make him want to crawl into a pit and cry. ▪ ▪ ▪ Never fucking doing this again, Newdee

Concept: Phantom 5 but they're singing "The Boys Are Back" from High School Musical 3