Refuse and tell Emma this is going too far.

Your jaw tightens as you push the lavender panties off your lap and stand up straight.

“No,” you say firmly. “I’m not wearing those. This is going too far.”

Emma raises one brow, clearly amused by your defiance. She doesn’t look angry—if anything, she looks entertained. “Oh,” she says slowly, standing up from her bed and folding her arms. “So we’ve got a little rebel.”

You step back slightly as she circles you, her voice suddenly sharper. “Look, new boy. You can act tough all you want, but Crestwood has a culture. It’s not written in the rulebook, but trust me—everyone follows it. And if you don’t?”

She opens her phone, tapping something. A second later, the door swings open, and two other girls stroll in. One is a short, muscular girl with a piercing in her eyebrow, the other wears the school prefect badge and carries herself like she owns the place.

Emma turns to them. “We’ve got a little refusal issue.”

The prefect smiles. “Oh, don’t worry. That’s what the Orientation Kit is for.”

Before you can respond, the muscular girl grabs your arm—not roughly, but firmly—and they guide you toward Emma’s bed. You struggle slightly, but the prefect just tsks and holds up her phone. On the screen? A photo of you from earlier, suitcase open, standing in the room looking awkward and out of place.

“Keep resisting,” she says. “We’ll make sure the whole school sees what kind of boy you are.”

You freeze.

Emma gives a victorious smile and holds out the panties again. “Last chance. Willingly… or we start on Phase Two.”