Living Like a Queen in an All-Boys School
Mate, I never thought school could actually be fun. But here I am, living like a bloody queen in an all-boys school in the middle of the Aussie bush. And the best part? No one – not even the bloody teachers – knows the truth.
I’ve Got a Secret
I’ve got a secret. A big one. And somehow, that secret’s made me the most popular “bloke” on campus.
How It All Started
It all kicked off when some of the boys started coming to me about girl stuff. Like, full-on asking for advice about how to talk to chicks, what to say, what not to do. So I gave them tips, y’know? Stuff that seemed basic to me. And it worked. Suddenly, the nerdiest kid in Year 11 had a girlfriend, and everyone thought I was some sort of dating guru.
The Perks of Being Popular
And what did I get in return? Oh, mate... they did my homework, bought me meat pies and iced coffee from the tuckshop, saved me the comfiest spot in class, even covered for me when I wagged school. I was untouchable.
The Hard Beginning
But it didn’t start out all roses.
A year ago, I hated school. I was at this co-ed joint in Brisbane, and because I was into footy and didn’t give a toss about makeup or gossip, I got along way better with the boys than the girls. That made me a target. People started saying dumb stuff.
Rumours That Hurt
Then one day, the popular guy – you know the type, footy captain, abs for days – starts crushing on me. And just like that, the rumours went next-level. The worst one? That I wasn’t a girl. That I was a dude pretending to be a girl.
He even yelled it in my face.
“Piss off, freak! I don’t do blokes.”
Yeah. That broke me.
Reinventing Myself as "Tommy"
I went home in tears. Mum and Dad wanted to rip into the school, but I begged them not to. I couldn’t go back. I was done. A few weeks later, I found this all-boys boarding school out near Toowoomba. Far away. Good science labs, solid footy program, even had a debating team. One catch: boys only.
And then Mum said it.
“If they think you’re a boy… why not just play along?”
I thought she was joking. She wasn’t. So we chopped off my hair, scrubbed off the nail polish, packed away the lip gloss, and I practised walking, talking, even burping like a bloke. We signed me up for a science comp they were hosting – prize was a full scholarship.
I won. Easy. No one even looked at my face – they were all too busy gawking at my solar battery project. I got the scholarship. A week later, “Tommy” started school.
Fitting In with the Boys
At first? Horrific. The blokes were gross – fart contests, nose-picking, wrestling in their undies. I hated it. But I learnt to blend in. I even got pretty good at the farting bit.
The Social That Changed Everything
Things were smooth until they announced a social with St. Catherine’s, the all-girls school down the road. The boys were frothing over it. Talking like they were born to flirt. But when the day came?
Mate, not one of them made a move.
So I did. I walked up to a group of girls, cracked a few jokes, got them laughing. One of them goes, “These events always suck. We come hoping to meet guys and leave with sore feet and disappointment.”
I laughed and said, “Not this time.” I pulled in a few of my “mates,” introduced them, and boom – party lit up. That night, I became a legend.
The Advice Empire
Word got around. Suddenly, every bloke wanted my advice. So I set up a system.
“Look, I’m flat out. But if you help me with a few things…”
“Anything,” they’d say.
They turned an old storage room into my HQ. Desk, couches, fairy lights, even snacks. Blokes lined up to spill their guts about girls. And I helped – real advice. No cheesy pickup lines. Just respect and how to actually talk to people.
I liked it. Felt like I was doing something good, even if I was living a massive lie.
The New Kid
Then he arrived.
The new kid.
Tall, quiet, weird eyes. Looked at me like he knew me. And I swear, I recognised him too. But I couldn’t place it.
He didn’t say much. Just hovered. Watched.
Then one day, he cornered me behind the gym.
“You’re hiding something,” he said. “And I’m gonna find out what.”
I played it cool. Shrugged. But inside? Panic.
Digging for Truth
Turns out, he was digging. Asking around. Talking to teachers. And worst of all – he’d sent a photo of me to my old school. That was it. If anyone there recognised me… game over.
The Trap
I freaked. Called a meeting with my crew.
“Watch him. If he picks his nose, I wanna know.”
And they did. Followed him like shadows.
But he was clean. No dirt. Nothing I could use to scare him off. And he was getting closer to the truth.
Showdown
So I met him in the cafeteria.
“What’s your problem with me, mate? No one’s getting hurt. Everything I do is helping people.”
He looked me dead in the eyes.
“I sent your photo to that school. They say you don’t exist. So I forwarded it again.”
Cold. Bloody. Terror.
The Breaking Point
I panicked again. Gave the order.
“Take him to the shed. I need to think.”
Didn’t expect what happened next. When I got there, he was tied up. Face bloodied. My boys – my loyal crew – had gone way too far.
The End of the Game
I felt sick.
What had I done? I was just trying to survive… and now someone could’ve gotten seriously hurt. All because I couldn’t let go of the power I’d built.
That was the moment I knew: it had to end.