Blaugh for this idea.

True self.

There is a certain expectation when entering college. There is a chance to start a completely different life from your previous failure from high school. If you were a loser in high school, you can become one of the popular group heads in college. You could even find love. College can reborn your status overnight and even reborn your opinion on yourself.

However, it can work with only normal people.

I was feeling very apprehensive the entire moving in day. I had not even got word of my roommate. All I knew from the website was that she was female and she liked to study late. This was fine, I also liked to stay up late along with Jay and his gaming marathons. It was going to be fine. However, the apprehension still remained inside of me. This was going to be very awkward in the first few weeks. I had to tell her about my situation first. I didn't know how she would take it but it seemed best to tell her as soon as possible.

It was about nine in the morning when I first started to unpack everything. I had my clothes sorted out at first. The cute clothes had to be on top while the bigger clothes stuffed way in the back and hidden away. Don't want to leave an impression that I was completely overweight. I had to sort out everything carefully. Leave a good impression, it would be the first thing to notice if she snooped around. I put out my game consoles last when I seen my roommate come in for the first time.

She was a short blonde girl. Slightly chubby around the middle, which was a good thing. I wasn't myself a stick but at least we didn't feel awkward around each other yet. She smiled brightly holding her box.

"Hi, names Anna." She chirped.

"Katie." I replied back smiling, then went over to help her with the box.

She seemed like a decent girl and I helped her move in, I got the feel of her. She wasn't a prep to my relief and she was into dorky things like I was. This was actually getting better on my situation. I could treat her as more of a friend then just completely isolate her and then make her move. After getting her settled and hanging out most of the day we ended up sitting on our beds and chatted about ourselves a little bit more. Basically the rules of the room.

"So you ok with me studying all night?" She asked. I nodded and slouched back a little bit more, she continued. "What about guys, you ok with my boyfriend coming into the room?"

I sat back up. "Is he like you, But I really don't want to see like stuff on the door."

"Oh no, we haven't gotten there yet." She giggled. I gave a sigh in relief and laughed. He would probably be gaming with me if he was just as dorky as Anna. That would probably be a damper on things especially my studying.

"So is there anything that you wanna tell me?"

My laughter finally died and bit my lip nervously. I now had the choice to let her know about the situation. If I did, she would automatically leave or scream that I be changed to another room. If I didn't there would be an awkward silence in the morning or something, then it lead to questions and other things. I gave a deep sigh, got up, closed the door and stared at her. I really did like her and prayed that she wouldn't scream.

"Since you are going to be my roommate, I hope, that you understand this. But you have to promise me that you will not tell anyone. I am very self conscious about this, and if it gets out I would have to leave the following day."

She looked at me weirdly. I saw her nod and brace herself, I would if I was her.

"I'm sorta a guy."

Anna stared. Her eyes looked for any trace I was lying. She looked at my boobs, checked my neck, even looked straight at my pants area. For all circumstances I was a girl. And I still am a girl, in a way. Anna gave an awkward laugh, she didn't seem to find anything to back my statement up.

"Come on, be serious."

"I am serious. I sorta am a guy."

"A hermaphrodite sorta?"

I shook my head. It was going to be a little hard to explain. I suppose in a way I was like a pat, but that's not really how I would like to describe myself. Sorta is a good word for it. Sorta was the possibility of normalcy. Sorta meant I could live with it but still be on edge when meeting people. Sorta meant I can have a chance at something I was to afraid to even go for: love.

"I think, the best way to describe it is to wait in the morning." I answered back cautiously.

"Wait." She still was trying to figure it out. I had to applaud at her. When I told one of my friends she was silent for the first couple of days with the mentioning of the boy part after a sleepover accident.

"Guy stuck in a girls body?"

Close but no cigar.

"Something like that." I replied back. I got off the bed and put on my large bed clothes. "You will see in the morning."