Geralt went back to his room. Skipping classes on his first day wasn't the smartest idea, but he was struggling to cope with the sheer number of males he had to deal with. He began to doze off, his mind wandering all over the place. After a while, he awoke, flustered and sweating. And the crotch of his pants was soaked. "Damn" he mutters, and tries to clean himself up, at first thinking he'd stressed himself into wetting the bed, before realizing it wasn't that, and then changes the sheets quickly before getting into a shower.<br/><br/>"Why couldn't I have some power that didn't screw with my head?" he mumbles, frowning and glaring at himself in the fogged up mirror. After drying himself off, he sits back on the bed, completely naked and not caring at that moment. He was lost in thought, and after a while, it dawned on him. He needed to stop moping around about his situation, and make the most of it. He could learn a lot from this, as well as using it to his advantage in situations that were going bad. With that, he sits up with a smile. He'd still use the 'real' him for name, but it wouldn't bother him so much any more about being called a girl. Accepting his situation, instead of trying to fight it, would be his key.