**Title: Unexpected Glamour: A College Mix-Up**

Jace had a reputation for moving slow in the mornings, especially on Mondays. His first class—a particularly dry economics lecture—waited for no one, though, so this time he’d made an effort: he was up early, showered, and towel-drying his hair as he hurried out of the bathroom. In his haste, steam still trailing from his skin, he darted down the hall to what he was pretty sure was his room. His mind was already miles ahead, rehearsing answers to the professor’s inevitable questions. He turned the knob, stepped inside, and yanked open the nearest dresser drawer. Socks, underwear—odd, he thought, these looked…different, maybe his mom had sent new ones? He shrugged, pulling on soft, lacy briefs and a matching bra without giving them—or the color—a second thought. He quickly tugged on a pair of tights and the first dress he found, a soft emerald green number. At his feet sat some boots; he pulled them on, fighting the stiff leather and the unexpected lift of the heel. Running late, he yanked open a little pink tube on the dresser and slicked it over his lips—still assuming it was his usual chapstick—snatched his backpack, and dashed out. He only started to notice something was off halfway to class. The dress, for one, insisted on swishing about his knees. The tights gave his legs a strange, still-warm hug, and the boots made his stride sound and feel, well, different. At the lecture hall door, he caught a glimpse of his reflection: soft waves, glistening lips, boots that belonged on a runway, not a rugby pitch. He should have freaked out, or at the very least blushed to his roots. Instead, Jace just grinned. Inside, the basketball team’s point guard gave him a once-over and a half-smirk. “Hey, you new here?” he asked, with a wink. Jace sauntered to his seat, feeling a wave of confidence he’d never had in his old hoodie and jeans. Maybe all Mondays should start this way. After class, as heads turned and classmates whispered, Jace caught his own reflection again and smiled—big, bright, and unapologetic. So what if he’d borrowed his housemate’s style, accidentally or not? He kind of liked the look. And when the point guard caught up to him after class and asked if he wanted to grab coffee later, Jace just winked back. Mondays might not be so bad after all.