gender bender · forced femininity · college setting · student council president · lesbian · bet · disguise · comedy · romance · magical transformation
The stale, fluorescent light of the deserted hallway alcove painted everything in a sickly yellow. Leo leaned against the chipped plaster, his arms crossed as he let out a derisive snort. "Romance? You? Please," he said, his voice dripping with mock pity. My pride, always a fragile thing around him, ignited. "I'll prove it," I declared, the words sharp and too loud in the quiet. "I'll have the first girl who walks past us wrapped around my finger in minutes." We waited, the silence stretching. Then, the crisp tap of sensible shoes on linoleum echoed down the corridor. It was Avery, the student council president, her posture perfect and her gaze fixed ahead, already mentally ticking items off some unseen list. Leo's eyebrows shot up, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face. "Avery S…