Are You… Anderson? – Part 02

Today we had P.E. again, but the uniform I thought I’d packed was a pair of bloomers instead of my usual gym clothes.

So it really does change in real time.

“Welp, it is what it is. It is what it is,” Orito said, smiling cheerfully.

The former boys and Orito ended up having to change in the same spot.

There was nothing we could do, given the number of people. It was what it was, as Orito said.

Still, I kind of wanted to tell him to change out in the hallway. But it would’ve sounded like I was self-conscious around him, and saying that would’ve felt like admitting defeat. So nobody complained.

“Now that I’m a girl, I finally understand how annoying Orito is,” someone muttered.

Took them long enough.

“The fact that I can’t tell who’s who is perfect.”

Orito finished changing in three seconds, propped