It Shouldn't Have Turned Out Like This, Thought the Femboy Manhua

In the bustling hallways of Maplewood High School, James felt a wave of nerves wash over him. Dressed in his favorite skirt and blouse, he tried to blend in with the crowd of students rushing to their next class. But the jeers and whispers followed him like a shadow, echoing in his ears. As he reached his locker, a group of jocks approached, their eyes filled with malice. "What's up, freak?" one of them sneered, shoving James into the cold metal of the locker. Laughter erupted around them, sending a chill down James' spine. Ignoring the taunts, James focused on the familiar sound of his heartbeat. He closed his eyes momentarily, drawing strength from within. He knew he was different, but he refused to let their words break him. That afternoon, as James sat alone in the school courtyard, a soft voice interrupted his thoughts. Looking up, he saw Lily, a quiet girl from his math class, standing before him. She offered him a gentle smile, a rare kindness in a sea of hostility. "Hey, I see you're into fashion," Lily began, gesturing to James' outfit. "I have this idea for a clothing line, but I'm too shy to pursue it alone. Would you... maybe want to collaborate?" James was taken aback by her words. Here was someone who saw beyond the surface, who appreciated his passion for style. With a nod and a grateful smile, he agreed to work with her.