I was shocked. Not only was there a feminized male in our class, but there was also a masculinized female. The kind of people you only see on magic news suddenly became a close reality.

But anyway, next period is club activity trials. There will be introductions to sports and cultural clubs, and the new students will move around a bit, so we'll need to change into gym clothes. Changing, huh? Wait a minute...

"Ouch! What was that for?!"

"Boys aren’t allowed in the girls' area!"

Sharp was kicked out of the girls' changing room. Of course. After resisting for a while, he seemed to give up, realizing it was pointless.

"You can change in the barrier-free bathroom with me."

The one who offered this was my roommate.

"Forte, you're too nice! You shouldn't let someone like him take advantage."

Ignoring the protests of those around her, Forte led Sharp away from the scene.

Once inside the changing room, a loud gossip session began.

"That was the worst," "Seriously, no way," echoed in the air as everyone complained.

Then, a girl with a ponytail spoke up, "Hey, listen."

"We're not talking about that right now," someone tried to cut her off, but the ponytail girl continued.

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"I used an eavesdropping spell to listen in on the nurse's office conversation afterward, and it seems Largo has been hit by a body-swapping spell. And the person he swapped with is in this class."

A wave of whispers spread through the room. This was news to me too. Who could it be?

"It's Forte," she added.

A chorus of "What?!", "No way!", and "That's gross!" filled the room. My roommate?! I was completely taken aback.

"So she's just been pretending to be nice this whole time? What a fraud."

Scornful glances turned toward the door.

"Wait!" A red-haired girl interrupted loudly.

"She's a good person. She helped me when I was struggling with my moving."

"Well, yeah, but still..."

"I think Forte is really kind. She helped my little brother find the lost-and-found center," added a girl with a blonde bob.

Gathering my courage, I decided to speak up too.

"Forte is my precious friend. She protected my heart when I was being discriminated against for being half-demon. Please, don’t say mean things about her."

I didn't mean to cry, but tears flowed down my cheeks, and I let out a sob. "Hic!"

The atmosphere began to shift slightly. The ponytail girl sighed and asked, "What was her Princess Index score? Was it above 65?"

"I think it was around 80," someone replied.

The ponytail girl sighed again.

"Then she's practically one of us girls," she said, sensing the atmosphere was starting to turn against her.

"But still, she lived as a boy for 16 years, right? I can’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable," someone else added, and a few nodded in agreement.

"I personally wouldn't mind accepting her as one of us and letting her change here," said a girl with a bossy attitude who had been silent until now. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She hesitated halfway through her sentence, then continued after a short pause.

"But let’s pretend we haven’t noticed for now. Doesn't she look like she'd die of embarrassment if we pointed it out? If we call her in now, she’d probably be filled with guilt. Let’s just leave her be and watch over her for a while. After all, she’s using the bathroom out of kindness. And when the day comes that everyone accepts her, and she can accept herself, we can invite her in here."

"That sounds fair for now," someone agreed, and the matter was settled.

People sure are diverse. Now, what should I do?