A/N: Hi, so sorry I've been gone for so long! But I'm back, and this will be updated often so stick around. Everyone is genderbent except Armin and Reiner. (It was originally only just going to be Armin but then I forgt to genderbend Reiner and was too lazy to fix it so, whatever). I hope you enjoy!

Jeanne never thought she'd actually go to university. Sure she dreamed about it as a kid, and even some in high school; but it had always seemed like this unattainable goal, something she could never achieve no matter how hard she tried. Still there she was, standing on the campus of Trost University, duffel hanging on her shoulder, camera around her neck. She'd made it. It still didn't quite seem real to her, but it was.

Unfortunately, Trost had an enormous campus, and she had no idea where she was going. She'd been assigned to Dorm Maria, that much she was sure of, but she had no clue how to get there. It wasn't late, only half past noon, and she figured maybe if she just wandered around long enough she'd find it.

Admittedly that idea had sounded much better two hours ago, but she was going to stick with it, because there was no way she was asking for directions. The map was of absolutely no help (everything on it was wrong, she wondered why they even bothered giving it to students, probably just to mess with them, bastards) and was now wandering blindly around campus. She thought she was close to the dorm buildings at least, but she couldn't be sure. Armin had probably found his dorm by now, seeing as he was good at finding things, and of course, the universe wasn't conspiring against him.

Oh, I might have forgotten to mention this, but Jeanne is cursed, or at least that's what she believes. When she was nine, her grandmère told her a story about how her great great oncle had been a very poor man, willing to do anything for money. One night, he'd stumbled across a gypsy who promised him great fortune if he would give her a place to stay for a bit. He of course, accepted, but when he found out she had no money to offer him, he stole her horse as payment. He sold it the next day. When the gypsy found out what he'd done she placed a curse upon him and his family, claiming that he would forever rue the day he stole the horse. Now Jeanne, as a nine year old, believed this; and that belief stayed alive due to paranoia and a need to blame something for her troubles. She blamed her great great oncle for a lot of things. She knew in the back of her mind that they weren't actually his fault, but she blamed him anyway. She blamed him for her parents ignoring her. She blamed him for her social ineptitude. She even blamed him for her experiences with her first (and to this day only) girlfriend. She knew vaguely that she only blamed him because in the long run with her experiences it was better for her to blame a story than to accept that she was completely at fault for fucking up her life. She knew she wouldn't be able to deal with that.

By the time she'd been wandering around for three hours she'd found the places where most of her classes were going to be held, which she supposed was good, but she still hadn't found her dorm, and she was starving. She was able to find a coffee shop fairly quickly, and decided that it would have to suffice. She'd just slumped down at a table in the corner and was taking her first bite of the sandwich that she'd ordered (Wait why are there sandwiches at a coffee shop? What you've never been to a coffee shop that sells sandwiches? No, I haven't; who even- Shut up Armin's here!) "Lost?" The blond asked, eyeing the duffel bag that sat at Jeanne's feet.

"No of course not." She responded, knowing full well she was being pathetically prideful.

"Mhm. Well, if you need any help finding your dorm, I can always help you." He set his coffee down and leaned slightly on the table, crossing his legs. Jeanne made a noise of dismissal and quickly changed the subject.

"So, tell me about your roommate." Armin knew that was her roundabout way of asking if she needed to "talk" to said roommate. He smiled a bit, remembering the exchange.

Armin sighed as he set his bags on the far bed, immediately beginning to unpack his things. By the time the door opened again, signaling his roommate had come in, he'd already put all his clothes in his closet, and lined his shoes up on the ground inside, and was arranging his makeup in the bathroom. He poked his head out into the main room spotting the other instantly. He was big, tall and muscular, with short light blond hair and sharp icy blue eyes. Armin smiled slightly before introducing himself. "Hi, I'm Armin Arlert." He said, stepping out of the bathroom and offering his hand to the taller blond.

He watched as the other male took him in, his chin length goldenrod blond hair, his stormy blue eyes. Well, actually he was probably taking in the six-inch crimson red platform heels, and the makeup (crimson red lipstick [to match the heels] and grey-black gradient eye shadow [eyeliner and mascara too but they were made to be less noticeable]) and crimson nail polish, but whatever.

After a few moments of surprise and assessment the taller blond took Armin's hand and shook it firmly. "I'm Reiner Braun." He introduced himself. They both set on unpacking again after that, and Reiner said he was going to go find his boyfriend. Armin had smiled because he totally had the best gaydar on campus.

"He's great, really." He told Jeanne, and she nodded with a not-quite-convinced look in her eyes that took training to recognize. Armin, however, was trained and caught it immediately. "I'm serious! Come one, when have I ever lied to you?" Jeanne set her coffee down on the table with a bit more force than necessary and looked him dead in the eyes as she answered.

"You told me Lisa was nice."

"Lisa was nice!" He argued. Jeanne scoffed.

"Lisa is crazy Armin. Do you know where she went after she put me in the hospital? Juvenile Detention Center. Do you know where she is now? Prison, for attempted murder."

"Okay so I was wrong about Lisa, but please just trust me with this? He's a nice guy and if he ever gives me trouble I'll tell you I promise." Jeanne picked up her coffee again, taking a small sip.

"You better."

It took her almost an hour of searching after she left the coffee shop, but she finally found her dorm building, and, in turn, her dorm. It was a good size; there was a bed and desk on the side by the door, and one on the opposite wall. There were two closets on the wall to the left of the door, and a door on the right wall that presumably lead to a bathroom. That was nice; they had bathrooms in their dorms. There was predictably a bag on the bed opposite the door, and there was noise coming from the bathroom, which she assumed was her roommate.

She set her duffel on the empty bed and looked over at the stuff already set up on her roommate's side of the room. The wall was blank, and the bed had some plain dark blue sheets and a dark blue pillow situated on it. There was also a black duvet shoved more or less nicely on top of it. The closet door was closed, which probably meant the other girl had unpacked her clothes already. The desk had a notebook and some mismatched pens set on it, and the bag was half way under the bed for the time being. This girl appeared to be at least half-decent at organization, unlike Jeanne.

"Hey." She said casually as she began unpacking her clothes, and hanging them up in her closet. There was a clattering song from the bathroom, the girl probably dropped something, hopefully didn't break it, and then she was standing in the doorway leading into the room.

She was tall, very tall. Jeanne was pretty tall, but this girl had to have at least three inches on her. She had long black hair, reached about mid back, and freckles littering her face, neck, pretty much her entire body. She had a pirate-like patch over her right eye; her left one was a sweet honey brown color. She was smiling nervously, and pulling down the sleeve of her sweater on her right side ever so slightly. She was wearing a grey leather biking glove on that hand. Jeanne had to admit, she was pretty cute. No, scratch that, very cute. "H-hi, I'm Margot. Margot Bodt." She had a faint Italian accent, which Jeanne found made her just that much cuter.

"Jeanne Kirschtein." She replied, offering her hand, which Margot took hesitantly, trying to avoid as much skin contact between their hands as possible.

They didn't talk after that. They both finished unpacking rather quickly, and Margot locked herself in the bathroom to take a shower. Jeanne sat on her bed checking her tumblr. When she heard Margot turn the water off in the bathroom she grabbed her camera and went out to take some pictures, deciding to give the girl some privacy.

They didn't really talk much to each other after that either. They exchanged greetings and made some organization agreements about where things would go in the bathroom, and that was it really. They weren't in the room at the same time very often aside from when they were sleeping. Their class schedules were different, Margot had a job; and Jeanne was out taking photos when she was in the dorm. When they were together they ignored the other one and went about whatever they were doing. It worked for them.

Of course nothings stays the same for long.

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is really short! The next chapter is too, but don't worry, chapter 3 is longer! I hope you like this, I've had the idea floating around in my head for a while so... About Armin being a crossdresser, umm...I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I did in another fic but I didn't like how I did it so I redid it here. (I'd apologize but I"m not sorry)