Greer was not the worlds best roommate to say the least. He'd just been assigned a room in the girls dorm, a mistake on the principals part, or perhaps it had been on purpose, he didn't give a stuff ... It was certainly no coincidence his roommate was transgender. They'd either be best friends forever by the end of the year, bonding over their non-gender-conforming similarities ... or they'd be insufferable for each other. Greer was an antithesis of sorts. He made a very pretty "girl", didn't correct when people called him a guy or a girl. He wasn't transitioning, and had no intentions to, some losers on Tumblr had called him a poser and claimed he was damaging the entire trans* movement ... But his style was just "him" ... he didn't care about definitions.
Maybe Mia was one of them types who hated him... or maybe Mia would like having someone to talk to who understood the trials of tucking?
Gender and appearances aside, Greer wasn't the easiest to live with anyway, staying up all hours reading, or scratching away in a sketchbook and cursing profusely which was an integral part of the creative process.
Greer lived on coffee and fruit-salad, a self-proclaimed "fruit bat". When he did finally cram in a few hours of sleep, they usually hit him suddenly and he'd straight up collapse or sleep in the middle of whatever activity he was doing. It wasn't narcolepsy, he'd been tested for it, he was just happy to sleep wherever and whenever he crashed. His unusual routines may have been annoying, but at the very least, he wasn't a nosey roommate, he wasn't messy and he didn't make too much noise aside from the scratch of pencils or brushes on canvas and a muttering of curses.
There was a guard outside their door of course, for fear the scary gender-nonconforming creatures in room 217 would commit all sorts of vile sexually deviant acts upon the poor unsuspecting girls on the hall ...
"Good grief could the PTA be any more incorrect ... it's the boys dorm that needs security not the girls ... " Greer thought to himself.
Greer had already developed a crush of course, because that's what school was all about wasn't it? Not that he'd told anyone of course. He wasn't capable of such sentimental emotions or fretting over anything as silly as a crush, nope, not Greer!!!
Pulling out his things, a wash bag, a black tulle skirt that just about hit his knees and a floaty black shirt with an asymmetrical hem. Black socks and lacy underwear (even under a skirt, a guy had to look his best!). Greer didn't have a particularly sharp or masculine face, but it certainly looked different without immaculate makeup. Today he had panda eyes, tangled black and white dreadlocks, and a loose band t-shirt over a pair of tracksuit bottoms that were splattered with paint. He was considerably androgynous, until his transformation into goth-girl was complete. Handsome and beautiful (not to mention perpetually intimidating) at the same time.
"Mia, get up" he said, shaking his roommates leg, voice gentle, but so clearly masculine there was no mistaking his biology despite his delicate looks.
"I have to put on my make-up and Captain Crunch won't let me take a shower unless you get your ass out of bed or stay in all day. Either be smelly today or get up right now."Greer took to giving their guard a variety of different amusing names to entertain himself. Captain Crunch, Deputy Doorstep, Lady Bacon (because cops were called pigs, and she was basically an officer on their doorstop), and very sarcastically "Guardian Angel".
No matter how little sleep he had, he always got up with plenty of time to spend perfecting his hair and face. He had his black and white dreadlocks still twisted perfectly into place so that was easy, but makeup was an art and art took time.
"C'mon or I'll go to the boys dorm by myself and get into all sorts of trouble." Greer had no problem going over there, btu he'd been explicitly warned
not to.
