But There Was Only One Bed

The others all had the same idea, and they made their way to the second floor, where a long hallway stretched either direction, and another set of stairs led higher up. Checking the key again, which had a star etched on it. June looked around the hall, spotting a door with a similar star on it, and went for that one. The key worked and opened to a relatively large room, at least compared to the apartment June grew up in. A twelve foot long bed sat in an indent in the wall, another indent opposite it was empty but clearly meant for another bed of equal size. Two windows looked out across a field, at a looming forest. And on either wall was a closet.

“This should do well,” Bailey said walking in past June, “I think the bed is big enough that we can share it. We can run pillows down the middle if you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh, uh, I should be fine without the pillows.”

“Understood,” She turned to face him, “I want to be up front about something, I am trans, and I want to make sure there’s no issue here.”

“Huh? Oh, no of course not. No issue that is.”

“Good. Also, judging by the way you showed up it sounds like you sleep naked. I’m fine with that and prefer to sleep naked myself.”

His face went red, “Oh, yeah, then there won’t be any complaints from me.”

“Good to hear. I’m gonna go grab my bags, I’ll take the side with the bed already present if that’s okay?”

“Sounds good to me,” June said, “I should probably talk to Trix about getting my stuff, she kind of took me here without me being ready.”

“Let me know if you need any help bringing anything up,” She said, leaving the room.

June walked to the windows and looked out at the forest with the lilac lighting of the moon brushed over the strange tree tops, “this dream is wild,” he muttered, turning to see the person wearing the veil, Natalie standing at the doorway head cocked slightly. June jumped a little.

“Oh jeez, sorry, I didn’t hear you walk up.”

“There’s something about you that seems strange.”

“Uhhhh, what?”

“I’m not sure what it is…” She tilted her head the other way.

“Well… Maybe it’s just the clothes.”

She looked him up and down, “Hmmm, no it’s not that,” she turned to walk for the stairs, “though I do like how cute your dick looks in those leggings,” she wiggled her shoulders playfully then left.

June’s face went bright red. ‘Cute’ he thought indignantly. Huffing about the comment, then walking out of the room to find the Professor.

When he got downstairs there was another woman talking to Trix. They both glanced over at June when he walked into the room, and he did not like the look on their faces. A mixture of concern and pity that reminded him of a doctor's appointment earlier that year when he had found out due to a weird hormonal imbalance he would never properly go through puberty, and what he had was what he was stuck with.

“Is something wrong?” June asked, walking over.