Syaoron had started fidgeting pretty much as soon as he left his home in the outfit he'd managed to get together. He'd fidgeted his entire way ducked away behind his suitcase in the darkest corner of the train he had been able to find, and fidgeted some more on the bus. He could feel the stares of the people who would surely see he was a guy in a skirt with a long wig. He was absolutely positive!

He had to take a deep breath before entering the school grounds, fidgeting his way to the principal's office. He was lucky he had been told to come at the time most students were back in their dorms.

The smirking face of the sake-drinking principal had not eased his worries, and he fidgeted his way after her to the girls dorms.

"This is the main room," Miss Yuuko started with a smirk, leaning forward to open the door.

"Y-yes! Thank you!" He shouted quickly, "no need to show me! I'll find it later!"

"Very well," she moved down the corridor, swishing her hips almost snake-like. "Over there are the showers and the baths. No need to tell you a bit of discretion would be appreciated?" She gave him a pointed look, and he quickly shook his head, glancing around to make sure the hall was really deserted at the moment.

As they moved on a group of girls came from the opposite side, casting him curious looks. He fidgeted more, lowering his head so his bangs would cover his eyes. The half wig felt awfully heavy on his head, a headache already forming just from the press on his skull. It must look fake. He bought one made of real hair, matching his own hazel hair perfectly, but it had to look fake.

Not to mention he could feel soft breezes of wind lurking in every corner with the single purpose of making his skirt fly up. Not that anything was visible – he had practically cried his way through the process of following some very weird tutorial on how to hide your stuff completely, crying even harder as he had forced himself to wear the appalling white panties – but he was sure they would somehow see he wasn't a girl after all. These were women he was talking about.

Miss Yuuko suddenly stopped in front of him, forcing him to an abrupt halt with his stupid rolling luggage.

"Don't worry," she said with a surprisingly kind smile, "nobody noticed yet. They would have reacted if they had."

He nodded uncertainly.

"This is your room." She rapped her knuckles against the wood and a soft feminine voice resounded from within.

"Come in please!"

"Good evening, Miss Daidouji," the principal let herself in , shooing Syaoron in front of her. "I've brought your new roommate. This is Sharon Li, the twin sister of your classmate Syaoran Li. Miss Li, this is Tomoyo Daidouji. She will be your roommate from now on, and a classmate as well. Please guide Miss Li through the school tomorrow, Miss Daidouji."

"Yes, ma'am," the dark-haired girl bowed for the principal, making Syaoron wonder for a moment whether he should too. But Miss Yuuko was already out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"Pleasure meeting you," the girl smiled at him brightly, "I'm sure we can be the best of friends! Can I call you Sharon?"

Syaoron nodded insecurely. He had to answer her now. "Uhm... pleasure meeting you too... uhmm..."

"Call me Tomoyo!" She had captured both his hands and held them up between them, eyes practically sparkling, "my, you're so pretty! Almost as pretty as Sakura! You are sure to be going to be as popular with boys as your brother is with girls!"

"Is Syaoran popular?" he asked tentatively, trying to scoot back just a little before she'd smell he was male. Girls could smell that, right?

"He sure is! In just a few months he's had a dozen girls confess to him! He always says he's already in love with someone else though."

Syaoron's mood darkened from insecure to annoyed. "So I've heard."

Tomoyo gave him a curious look, but did not respond to that. Instead, she pulled him along with her to the other side of the room.

"Look, here's your bed," she pointed to the upper bunk bed, "I hope you don't mind sleeping on top? I'm not very athletic, I'd fall down every evening trying to get in bed!" She chuckled at herself. "The left closet is still empty, so you can put your clothes in it. We get dinner at eight, and breakfast at seven. In the weekends breakfast is at eight," she winked, "free sleeping in! Shall I wake you up tomorrow?"

"Y-yes please."

She swirled around, grabbing his hands again, her eyes sparkling, "shall we unpack your suitcase?"

"Uhm, you don't have to help me," he muttered, "I'm sure you've got other things to do..."

"Nonsense! I'd absolutely love helping you! I want to see what kind of dresses you have."

Syaoron gulped. Dresses? He only bought one skirt, as he'd be wearing his school uniform most of the time anyway. He had packed one set of jeans, just in case, but apart from that there wasn't much more than an bathrobe, a night shirt and a sickening amount of white panties. He was wearing the only sweater he'd need, and he could use one of his wide shirts when it got warmer. And he actually didn't want Tomoyo to find those boxers he'd stuffed in for the nights.

Tomoyo was already opening his suitcase, and he flew over to stop her.

"I don't really have any dresses," he laughed awkwardly, "actually there's nothing interesting in here. I'll take care of it myself!"

"Don't be silly," she giggled, flipping it open. She frowned at what she saw.

"Really, don't worry about it!" He pulled away his suitcase.

"You only have white panties...?" Tomoyo sounded scarily dejected.

"It's practical!"

"And jeans? Really? Where are the cute dresses and skirts?" She gave him a teary-eyed pout, and he shuddered.

"I, ehh..."

"Show me!" She dove into his suitcase before he had the chance to stop her. Jeans flew out first, bathrobe next, night shirt got a testing look and the wide shirt was discarded. Her head snapped up to give him a suspicious look.

"Please just let me..."

The smile appearing on her face in a fraction of a second gave him the creeps, and he scooted away from his suitcase obediently.
"Say, Sharon, are you a bit of a tomboy?"

He gulped, "yeah... so?"

"Don't you think you've got a few too many of your brother's habits, for a girl?"

"H-how do you mean?"

"To start off, what's with what you're wearing? A cute girl must wear a cute dress. Big baggy sweaters can be worn at home, not while travelling. And apart from the baggy sweater, all you have is a baggy shirt. No other skirts but that one, which I must say does not suit your figure all too well, and these jeans are men's jeans."

"How do you know they're men's jeans?" He squeaked.

"Because the button is on the wrong side for lady's jeans. I'm not even going to start on the men's boxers. Now for the most pressing matter," she leant forward, straight into his personal space, "where are your bras?"

...Bras...?

His eyes widened, and he suppressed a curse. He knew he had been forgetting something!

"If you're going to cross-dress, at least wear a bra with padding," Tomoyo deadpanned.

He paled. The first woman, and he was already busted. And it had to be his roommate.

"What's your real name?"

"Syaoron..."

"I see." She smiled brightly again. "And what brought you here? You don't look like a permanent cross-dresser to me. A real one would have had all the proper clothing."

"I... I came after my brother. He left because he was in love with some girl, and I'm here to bring him back. But this was the only place left in the entire school, so I have to pretend to be a girl... Please don't tell anyone!" He quickly bowed, already on his knees anyway. If Tomoyo gave him away now, he wouldn't even see his brother before being thrown out again.

"Don't worry Syaoron, I'll help you." He wasn't too sure, but her smile seemed a little more creepy to him now, "I will make sure you'll look like a convincing girl in no time. I know just the dress I'll make you first!"

"D-dress?" He looked up shocked.

"Wearing what I tell you to is the least you could do to repay me for having to share my room with a guy," she giggled, "I won't take back you're pretty! You and I are going to have so much fun!"

His lip started trembling slightly. He wasn't too sure about this anymore.

"Ah, I'll start on a bra immediately! I'll just use one of mine this time, as I can't go shopping anymore before tomorrow! Please take off that sweater so I can take your size, Syaoron!"

He cringed at the deliberate way she pronounced his name. It was good to have someone helping him... But he was quite sure he wasn't happy with that someone being Tomoyo with her creepy 'ohohoho'-ing into the closet from which she was extracting some very lacy undergarments.

...

He had to suppress his smirk when Syaoran practically choked on himself as he walked into the classroom.

"This is Sharon Li," the teacher introduced him, and he bowed diligently towards the class, cursing inwardly for the hair falling over his shoulders for a moment, "she's Syaoran Li's twin sister. Please guide her through the school."

Tomoyo smiled at him encouragingly as he walked to his assigned seat. Syaoran was gaping at him, the look in his eyes telling Syaoron he was still debating about getting angry or just be really very shocked.

Only when he sat down and looked up again, he noticed the amount of other students turned around to look at him curiously. Such a thing was normal for girls – always curious if only for gossip, it seemed to him – but he wasn't too sure what he should think of all the boys looking at him. Weren't guys supposed to be not interested in just another girl? He knew he wouldn't care less.

Or maybe they saw...?

He shifted uncomfortable in his seat, not completely used to have his business tucked away between his legs yet – and he was all too glad Tomoyo had the presence of mind not to strip him from his plain panties to force him into something as lacy as the padded bra she made him wear. There was no way he was going to wear lacy panties, and if he ever did, she was not going to see it. By no means.

No matter how terribly short these uniform skirts were.

As soon as they had their first break, Tomoyo and a few other girls approached him. Syaoran was faster though, and all he could do was give Tomoyo an apologetic smile as he was dragged out of the classroom into a secluded corner of the hall.

"What the hell are you doing here?" his brother hissed.

"I should be asking you that question," was his irked response, "since when do you keep secrets from me?"

Syaoran had the decency to blush at that, and look guilty.

"I get home from two weeks camp and I find out my twin brother left the house without even telling me, to change schools and live in a dorm?" Syaoron glowered at his younger twin, "what are you thinking? Is it something bad enough you can't even tell me?"

"I... I fell in love with this girl..."

"Yeah, mom told me what you told her," he interrupted, "rather tell me why you couldn't tell me before you left."

Syaoran looked up, his eyes set in determination as he finally glared his brother down. "Because I wanted to have a chance with her, okay? If I had told you, you were sure to come with me. And if you were with me, she would certainly have fallen for you first."

Syaoron sputtered, "what's that nonsense?"

"The girls always pick the elder brother," Syaoran sulked, "you're more confident, more witty, and an inch taller than me. There's no way she'd fall for me when you're around."

"Well, relax little brother," Syaoron rolled his eyes, "thanks to you there were no spots left for guys in this school, and I had to come as a girl if I wanted in. So unless she spontaneously turns lesbian to prove your ridiculous point, she's not likely to fall for me."

His anger disappearing as fast as it had come up, Syaoran looked him up and down curiously. "So you're serious about this? You're going to walk around dressed like a girl all the time?"

"I am a girl now," he stressed, "if I get found out I'll be in big trouble. I've got Tomoyo Daidouji as a roommate, and she'll be helping me, but no-one else can know."

"Is that why you've got padding here?" Syaoran chuckled and poked at his padded bra shamelessly. Syaoron felt himself blush, even if it was just Syao doing it, and he slapped the hand away. "Don't poke in your sister's breasts, moron."

"Sorry," Syaoran laughed out loud now, "this is just too funny, Sharon!"

"Yeah sure, laugh at me," he pouted, "just know I will have my revenge, at some point."

"I know," the younger twin hiccupped, rubbing the tears from his eyes, "and I'm not really looking forward to that."

"You'd better not," he huffed.

His brother adopted an insecure look. "So... are you still angry with me?"

"Of course I am! And I will be, until you come home with me!"

Syaoran smiled, easily hearing the lie in his voice. "I'm not going back. I want to confess to Sakura first."

"Then hurry up and do so."

"I can't just do that," Syaoron felt a twinge of satisfaction at the deep blush forming on his brother's face, "she'd think I'm weird, confessing while hardly knowing her!"

"Then get to know her."

"How do I do that?"

Syaoron huffed, "I don't know. Grow some balls, dammit. You're such a wuss, Syao."

"Sharon, Li!" Syaoron shot up at the soft sound of Tomoyo's voice, quickly taking a step away from his brother. "Class is starting again!"

"We're coming!" Syaoran chuckled at the way his older twin twitched his voice up, and received a kick in the shins for the effort. "You'd better come back home with me soon, or I'll never forgive you."

"Sorry brother," he shook his head amused, "let's get back in, shall we?"