**Unexpected Disguise at Westbrook Academy**

## Changing Perspectives Jayden Turner woke up to the familiar strains of his alarm clock buzzing sharply in his ear. Today was the day he was heading off to his new boarding school, St. Alistair's. High school had been an endless blur of mediocrity and missed opportunities so far, and this fresh start at a new place was his chance at a do-over. He rolled out of bed filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness, only to see a suspicious note stuck to his dresser mirror. It read, `Good luck finding your underwear! Love, Sarah ;)` Jayden groaned. His younger sister, Sarah, had a knack for pranking him, and this must have been her parting shot. He rifled through every drawer and checked every possible hiding place, but his underwear was nowhere to be found. Finally, he spotted a lone pair of panties and a bra sitting on top of his dresser, with another smirk-inducing note: `These will have to do!` He hesitated for a moment but then shrugged. He couldn't waste time; the bus to St. Alistair's was leaving in an hour. With a sigh of resignation, he slipped on the panties and struggled with the bra, finally managing to secure it on his chest. It felt strange and out of place, but it would have to do. He quickly dressed, ensuring his shirt and jeans would cover everything up adequately. At the bus station, he waved goodbye to his family. Sarah gave him an innocent wave that only made him more determined to get her back someday. The journey to the school was uneventful, and Jayden found himself dozing off more than once. The rhythmic hum of the bus engine was almost soothing. Arriving at St. Alistair's, Jayden was awoken by the jolt of the bus stopping. He grabbed his things and stepped out, taking a deep breath of the fresh campus air. The school was a sprawling, castle-like structure with ivy creeping up its old stone walls. It looked every bit magical, a place where anything seemed possible. He felt a surge of excitement, the pranks of the morning now a distant memory. A friendly woman greeted him with a smile. "Welcome to St. Alistair's, Jayden. Please follow me to the uniform shop." Jayden obliged, following her through winding corridors and bustling hallways. The uniform shop was a cozy little space filled with racks of neatly organized clothes. He was ushered to a small changing room where a measuring tape and a clipboard-bearing attendant awaited. She efficiently took his measurements, spending extra time around his chest, which he dismissed as standard procedure. After a few moments, she handed him a stack of clothes. He nodded, thanking her, and entered a changing stall. Only after he unwrapped the clothes did he realize something was off. A blouse, a skirt, stockings, and delicate shoes were all meticulously folded before him. He looked at himself in the mirror, still wearing his sister’s underwear. The measuring, the feminine undergarments—it all made sense now. They thought he was a girl. Jayden's mind raced. He was already late, and there was no time to correct the misunderstanding. He took a deep breath and began to dress, slipping on the blouse, the skirt, and then the stockings. The shoes completed the ensemble. He glanced at himself in the mirror. With his long hair and soft features, he genuinely looked like a schoolgirl. Even his name, Jayden, was unisex enough to keep up the ruse. He stepped hesitantly out of the changing stall. The attendant gave him an approving nod, completely unaware of the mix-up. Blushing lightly, he thanked her again and stepped back into the corridor to find his dorm. As he walked, he couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. The feel of the skirt swishing around his legs was both awkward and oddly liberating. Settling into his new dorm room, Jayden let himself relax. This new school could indeed be an adventure. Living as a girl might pose some challenging situations, but it also offered a fresh perspective and a unique opportunity. He thought back to his sister's prank and smiled. Maybe this was fate nudging him toward a new, more open version of himself. Jayden chuckled softly, feeling a strange sense of excitement. This school year was going to be interesting, to say the least.