No

It was difficult keeping the deal you had made from your parents, but you were able to convince them that it was just a paperwork error that you'd already taken care of. You were so close to telling your best friend about it a couple of times, but you were worried about how she might have taken it. Thus, you arrived to the dorms as the only person in your life who knew what you were in for, except you didn't really know either.

Soft colors on the walls and floors. Smelling like fragrance and musk. You heard quiet conversation between feminine voices getting to know each other down the hall. It was strange to be the only boy moving into your dorm building, but you figured you might as well get used to it. Maybe people assumed you were a just clingy high school boyfriend helping someone move in. You tried to convince yourself that that was what you were doing.

You lay on the box spring mattress, staring up at the ceiling. You were nervous. You hadn't thought about how you'd feel when you actually moved in, it had just been horny, half joking fantasies up till then. You felt like an intruder. These girls probably didn't want a horny teenage boy in their midst. You never wanted to make anyone uncomfortable.

Your mind drifted to other things. You felt like an imposter, taking the label of a group of people, reaping the benefits, but not knowing or understanding anything. You felt like a fraud, and you hadn't even done anything. You hadn't earned your place in this school. Maybe you wanted to prove yourself, but how?

And what about your roommate? You'd half hoped that being enrolled as a transgender person would get you a room by yourself. You didn't know why, you didn't know much of anything. But there was an empty bed across the room from you. That meant a roommate.