<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kirinozawa%20Academy/FuuchouinKazuki69_Av.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hisoka Yoshimori<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, after all the orientation speeches<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School auditorium<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hibiki Yukimura, Finna Helguson, Kaiya Shimizu<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>What did he just say? Crossdressing?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There were some speeches by the vice-principal and head-boy or, he supposed, that would more correctly be the president of the student council, and even a few words by each of the heads of the vocational classes the college specialised in. Finally the headmaster stepped up to speak. He didn't talk for long but when he finished, everything was different. Everything. His few words had as much effect as the two minutes president Lincoln had spoken for at Gettysburg.<br/><br/>A giant bombshell dropped on Hisoka's world.<br/><br/>The boy looked around him. There was a murmuring, a hubbub of hushed voices. Several of the first year boys looked shocked but most were looking at those in girls uniforms with eager gleams in their eyes.<br/><br/><em>Crossdressing? What? Did I hear that right? Why...? What for?</em><br/><br/>The boy's head was about to explode with questions.<br/><br/>A couple of the girls were quite near him, just a few seats to one side and the row behind. He turned to look at them but as far as he could see they looked like girls, and pretty ones too. This was too weird. Was this one of those silly reality TV shows and cameras were filming him to see his reaction?<br/><br/>Hisoka's head filled with all the worries he'd had in his previous school, all the homophobic bullying and the assaults on him because of his unusual body. Well here... if this were true... he could...<br/><br/>Thoughts failed him. Hisoka had never cross-dressed. Well, he supposed the few school plays he'd taken a female role probably counted but that wasn't really the same was it?<br/><br/>In a semi-daze he stood up and waited as his row of seats emptied so he could follow students forwards to the noticeboard where the homeroom lists were posted. Near him in the crowd was the cute pink-haired girl he'd seen before and with her a redhead and a black-haired beauty.<br/><br/>He pushed past a few people and got closer.<br/><br/><strong>"Ano... Onegai. Watashi wa Yoshimori Hisoka, a first year. Hajimemashite. Ah... May I ask, please? About what the headmaster just said. Are you...? Are you girls really... boys?"</strong>Hisoka had given the three a neat formal bow as he'd started speaking but by the time he ended he was red in the face. What he'd said was pretty rude if the three really were girls.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Ano... Onegai? Watashi wa Yoshimori Hisoka. Hajimemashite." = Umm... Please? I am Hisoka Yoshimori. Pleased to meet you.</em>