On the next day he should meet Mr. Sin for getting an explanation:
He turned as the door to the headmaster’s office creaked open, revealing a form that had not yet embraced its new reality. Samantha—formerly Samuel—stood hesitantly at the threshold, her heart racing with equal parts anxiety and defiance. She fingered the edge of her school uniform, a neatly tailored skirt and blouse that felt foreign against her skin. The vibrant blue, emblematic of the academy, seemed to mock her as she took a cautious step inside.
“Welcome, Samantha,” Mr. Sin greeted with a measured tone, his hands folded behind his back. “I trust your transformation was… smooth?”
Samantha frowned, her long hair cascading over her shoulder. “You could say that,” she muttered, feeling the weight of her new identity pressing down on her. It wasn’t just the physical changes; it was the persona she was now expected to embody. She had always been unruly, impulsive—traits that, until now, had been accepted by her parents, albeit reluctantly. But now, as she faced Mr. Sin, she felt a flicker of wariness.
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