Roman is a junior in highschool, of course in theatre. Which of course he loves being in. The only problem seems to be that he's a "girl".

"Um, excuse me? This.. This isn't the part I tried out for?" Roman says to the drama instructor. "Yes, I know, but you auditioned for a male role, and I can't give a girl a boy's role." the teacher responds.

"But... Why? It's- it's done all the time in movies! Besides I've always wanted to play a prince, please?" Roman begged. "Riley, I gave the role to Nate, you got princess, isn't that good enough?"

"No, because it's not what I asked for!" Roman says. "Well, it's what you got. We don't have time for this, let's rehearse okay?"

"No! If you really think I want to put on some frills and laces and look like a painted fucking who're, you're out of your mind! Fuck wearing dresses- I quit!" Roman shouted.

"Young lady, you can take that tone and that language straight to the office!"

Roman grumbled, walking to the office and sitting down.

"Wow, miss perfect in the office huh? How'd that happen?" another student, Remy, asked. "Don't fucking call me ‘miss perfect’, you f*****, I don't have to tell you jack shit!

"Whoa-hohoa, fistey.. Babe stress ain't good for the skin, yknow. Come on, just tell me." Remy says. "Ugh, fine, you gay people are so fucking nosey.. I got sent here because I was mad at the drama teacher because she didn't give me the part I auditioned for just because I'm a fucking girl! I never asked to be! Why does it even matter- it's bullshit!"

Remy looked a little bewildered. "I-"

"Riley Ann, after what Mrs. Jordan just told me, and hearing that language, you're suspended for 2 weeks. Out the door, grab your things. Now."

~~~~

A couple days later, Roman was in the bathroom with a pair of scissors around a lock of his hair, debating. He lived by himself (well, with his brother), due to the both of them being orphaned a few years ago, so it's not like anyone would tell him no.

‘I've never liked having long hair anyway.. It's so girly...’ he thought, holding his breath and closing his eyes while snipping off the piece of hair. He opened his eyes again, staring for a moment before continuing to cut his hair.

When he was finished, he just stared at himself in the mirror, more specifically at his hair, smiling a little with a sigh. "That... Heh.."

~~~~~

Later that day, he was on his phone looking up multiple questions like ‘why do I hate being a girl’, ‘how to look more like a boy’, etc, and what kept popping up was being transgender, of course.

"Trans.. Gender? What is that?" he mutters to himself, looking it up. "... Shit-" he says after looking it up, sighing deeply and walking down to Remus's room.

"H-hey um-" he starts. "Woah dude your hair- holy shit, I like it though." Remus says, pausing the game he was playing. "... R-right, um... Well I.. Can I.."

"Riley wh-" Remus paused, noticing Roman's cringe at the name. Processing it for a moment, he smirked a little. "I fucking knew it-"

"Knew- knew what?" Roman asked. "You're trans huh? You got a name picked? He/him right?" Remus rambled. "I-... H-...how did you-"

"Ugh, it was obvious! You hated your hair, you always complain about being categorized with girls, you used to dress up like me,- oh and may I quote, ‘I wish I could chop my tits off and suck my uterus out with a vacuum’- nice descriptors by the way-"

Roman stared, speechless, before just saying, ".... Y-you're weird." Remus snorts. "Yeah, yeah- come on, gimme a name-" Roman shrugged a little, blushing.

"Hnmmmmmmmm well my name is based on mythology, maybe yours can be too? Like Greek mythology, Norse, Roman-" Remus says. "Roman." Remus nods. "So that would leave you with names like-"

"N-no- no, I mean Roman. A-as a name. I like it." Roman says.

"... Oh. Well, twins mine, I'm cool with it- okay, Roman, you wanna go get some new clothes then?" Remus asks. Roman smiles a little and nods.

~~~~~

When Roman's suspention ended, he went back to school, in way less feminine clothes. So much so he confused the office.

"Um... Hello, what's your name? Are you a transfer student? Why wasn't I told-" the secretary starts.

"N-no, I'm... Riley..." Roman mumbles, crossing his arms. "Oh. .... Hun are you? Tell me your actual name, just between you and me."

".... Roman.."

~~~

After checking in with the office, Roman was at his locker, putting his things back in.

"Yo... Uh so... What's up with.. Uh the... The uh masculinity-?" Remy asks. "Why do you wanna know?" Roman asks. ".. Wow I didn't get slurred- um- because I- I like it and.. I-i'm just curious?-"

Roman looked at him. ".... Are.. You.. Being gay for me?" Remy blushes. "I- I can't be gay for you unless you're... A.. Oh my god you're a boy-" he says, blushing more. "Uh- okay? I-i mean, name?"

Roman smiles, kind of in a smirking way. "Roman. .... And.. I'm gay, oh-" he says, pursing his lips and nodding a little. They both stayed quiet for a moment. ".. Can I kiss you-" Remy asked suddenly. "Uh- pft- uh yeah fuckin take me for all I care-" Roman responded, half joking.

~~~

Long story short, they ended up in the men's bathroom, making out, one of Remy's legs between Roman's, arms on either side of him.

Remy pulled away, both of them panting softly. "And yet.. I'm the f*g?" Remy teased, smirking a little. "Look, I-" Roman got cut off, his breath hitching slightly when Remy started kissing his neck.

Roman bit his lip a little, moaning quietly when Remy sucked on his sweet spot. Remy chuckles, sliding a hand into Roman's pants, making Roman moan again in surprise. "F-fuck-~ we're a-at school-" he managed to say.

Remy pulled away from his neck with a smirk. "Don't pretend you ain't horny now hon, why don't we fix that, hm~?"