In high society the rules for the women were strict and have not changed since the people who made them in the first place died hundreds of years ago. Essentially we are making generations of girls suffer over illogical ceremonies and expectations over dead people.

Oh have I mentioned the girls who refuse to participate get thrown away and lose their titles?

A girl could refuse to get her nose done and suddenly she’s not allowed to enter school, the only form of freedom we are allowed? Even if school is just a massive hunting ground for our next husband which is terrible since all the boys were too immature to even consider being around.

A girl could mess up a dance move during the required balls and suddenly she has to train in a convent to reflect?

I can’t be the only girl to see how insane all of this is.

But it seems I’m the only one even attempting to do something about it.

“Hello there.” I practice, making my voice sound as manly as possible. If there was anything good about being the best singer in our batch its that I can manipulate it to sound like anything I want due to hours of training and getting to know how sound works.

I adjusted the belt on my pants making sure to look closely at the mirror to catch any signs that might make me look feminine. The pants were comfortable and 100 times easier to put on compared to our own armor of clothing we have to put on everyday. Layers and layers of fabric and for what? To make it hard for us to breathe? For us to have to make a whole plan in order to piss?

“Hi, my name is Henrix from Aberworth clan.” I tell myself.

The plan today is to experience life as a boy. Also to be missing as Clarice my real self.

Hopefully it’ll work out.

I climb out through the window with my bag and make my way towards school.

I run and pass by the groups of girls who were taught to walk elegantly in baby heels that were painful when worn the whole day.

I arrive at school and avoid eye contact with the inspector at the entrance for fear she might recognize me. She didn’t see me at all and focused on the groups of girls. Boys are able to woosh past the entrance freely without checking if they fit the dress code.

Internally I let out a sigh of relief.

The first part of the plan is already done.

Now onto the next parts which is small disturbances.

In class, I make it a point to group myself with the girls. Normally the boys will be with the boys and the girls will be with the other girls. It created a real gender vs environment and of course the teachers will always side with the boys as they have more classes with them. Girls get a half day of real education and the rest is for etiquette and how to be a good wife.

As if I would ever surrender myself to such a fate.

The girls looked at me oddly but then I showed them a book only boys were allowed to borrow and quickly I was accepted.

During lunch time I shared my meat meal with the girls and they sneaked it into their own lunches which were salads. Boys were usually given meat meals in order to grow big and strong. Maybe the regime thought girls were on equal level with cows which is why they feed us grass.

The girls looked like they discovered heaven at the first taste of meat and I offered to get them more if they did me a favor.

The day ended too quickly as the last act of my plan for today was getting into a fight with a random boy.

I maybe weak but the boy I fought was brainless. One poke in the eye and kick to the chest, he was out.

Why did I pick a fight?

No reason really, sometimes I want to take the unfairness of it all on a boy.

I made sure to run out of the gate before discipline caught me though.

When I returned the next day as Clarice, my day as Henrix turned out to be more fruitful than I thought.

“We want meat meals too!”

“And access to the library!”

“And we are only late cause you inspect our dress codes too closely!”

A small group of girls complained in front of the headmaster’s office.

“Girls who told you to do this?” Headmaster Cora asked massaging her temples as the girls continued to add on their complaints and demands.

“Henrix, he told us he’d get us more meat meals and books if we do this.”

“Now who is that?” Headmaster Cora frowned. “I handle all admissions in school and never have I ever admitted someone named Henrix.”

“Miss we want to wear pants too!” I added onto to the crowd of demands knowing I won’t be heard and happy to have been Henrix for a day.