As (FN) stood there he now grew sad. He was here because of his actions sparked Russia to go into action and send threatening letters to return him and his I.S. for war practice. Really meaning that he would be killed off and someone would attempt to hack and modify the I.S. as best as they could to find another candidate. 

"You know, I wonder if it was a good idea to stop replying to their calls. Maybe they thought I was compromised or so."

Headmaster shook her head. "So really, what lead to this? You stop responding to them?"

"I kind of responded less and less. It went from a check-in once a day to two days, to four and here we are."

"Oh brother." She shook her head. "Can't say I mind your mistake but that was so idiotic of you I hope you know."

"Heavily noted." He nodded.

"So what happened during that time of per say, two or three weeks?" She pondered.

"I Headmaster, was enjoying life. That's what."

"Is that the hormones, the Russian tactics, or you (FN) being the true self and being able to blend in without military presence?" 

~~~~~

Well Headmaster, you can say that this whole thing was an adventure. A life experience I needed outside of me being with my mother. I haven't seen her since and all I know is she is well. These times I had with Laura have been just a happy feeling. I feel that my emotions are very heavy for her. As if a man shows expression to others as bride. At least as Laura calls it.

The morning started off with the sun peeping through the windows. The curtains left open to have a good and better wakeup. It surely was working. As Valera woke up she watched Laura turn over. With her up first she could get ready and get dressed without issue. She only has a dress to put on and male anatomy to hide...

Afterwards Laura yawned and crawled out of bed the cutest way possible. Laura rubbed her eyes and stretched. "Ni. Coffee. What is the meaning of this slumber? I need to be alert. No exceptions."

"Easy now. We are early." Smiled Valera. "Coffee is coming up too."

"Ja?" Laura turned over the covers and opened her sleepy eyes. This was the first time that Valera saw her roommate without the eyepatch. Seeing that glowing iris. "Eep. Try not to stare." Crawling underneath the covers again.

"It's pretty. I wouldn't hide it." She smiled.

"You mean it?" Laura was shocked as she pushed down the blanket. "I, do not understand."

"It's pretty." Valera smiled. "Now let's dress and have coffee."

"Ja." Laura stretched. "You first."

"Thank you." 

Valera was glad to have the bathroom to change first. Hiding the identity and double checking if their was any missed details. Such as facial hair. That was the biggest concern but still nothing. Thankfully, all in order. It was stressful dressing and undressing every single day to keep the persona and character intact. Hormone medications as well. All just to be a chemical and spy experiment for Mother Russia.

So hold on there Russian Soldier. You ignored their messages and you wanted to break free if possible?

Yes. That's why I came clean and why Russia wants to have a word with you. They think that you are a traitor for accepting a rouge soldier.

Problem is they won't win. But I have to ask. How were you found out?

I remember it like it was yesterday. After a few days of roommate bonding with Laura that's when Rutonka showed up. You know. That teenaged girl that smells like vodka and whore like perfume?

That bitch is crazy. But go on to these bonding things. I'm curious. And for your sake better have the truth as well as respect. Keep it moving.

(I would like you to keep this in mind now. The next scene coming up is from my Google Translate App. My Spanish speaking co-workers recommend it and we get along with each other just fine. I will put up both Russian and English for dialogue. Just a heads up.)

Two days after there was an unexpected visitor was coming to the school. On the way back to the dorms there was someone sitting on a park bench. She wore this very slutty pink dress. Way too short and fully exposed back with an outline of the butt. A keyhole to leave little imagination. Her chest wasn't huge, though would still make Laura more jealous than she would like to admit. And Laura wasn't the one to compare bodies either.

Valera gasped as she saw a familiar face from Russia. Probably the most inappropriate teenager ever. "Rutonka!?"

"Valera!" She shook her head and stood up from the bench. "Kak ty mog?" (How could you?)

"I do not understand." Valera replied.

"You have been out of contact. And how is this woman? You have better not have acted out? Ty otvratitel'naya svin'ya! (You disgusting pig)."

"Shame on you. You lack decency." Angered Laura. "You dress and smell the resemblance of a harpy."

"Uspokoyte svoyu sobaku v etot moment! (Calm down your dog this instant)."

"How dare you talk to Laura like that. I am here. Respectably working."

"Ty muzhchina. Ty prosto pytayesh'sya tratit' vremya i trakhat' yeye kisku. (You are a man. You are just trying to waste time and fuck her pussy.)"

"Kak ty smeyesh'. Ty shlyukha. YA dazhe ne imeyu nikakogo otnosheniya zdes'. Oni vse yeshche vidyat vo mne zhenshchinu. Vyrezh'te eto nemedlenno. ( How dare you. You whore. I do not even have any relationship here. They still see me as a woman. Cut this out immediately.)"

"Very well." She shook her head. "I will smoke and call to post. You do you. Low class."

I swear to God. The only women I can appreciate is my mother. And, well, the girls here are awfully nice. Their culture is about respect between others. Mine is power among others. We are in categories and tiers and here while the Japanese culture has them, they are better about it. I wish I could be myself here. But I can't. "You can take that whore dress back on the plane back to Russia. And hope those slutty dragon claws you call nails get the latch shut on them on your way out. Hmph. Let's go Laura. We have better class them some low budget mail order bride."

Nien! "Are you alright?" Asked Laura. "I am confused as to what is happening."

~~~~~

Headmaster shook her head. "So Rutonka ruined it for you?"

"Bet good money it is her. And I'll say this. I'm just at the point where I wish I can revamp into myself. Off these hormones, in regular briefs, and feeling the breeze on the back on my head again. No makeup, no wig, and it would be nice to wear pants."

Miss Orimura giggled. "That wench is on my list. She's pretty, I'd like to touch her heart. With the Byakushiki!"

"Melee?" He pondered.

"Oh that bitch rubs me the wrong way. Thank goodness she's not latched onto Ichika. Otherwise I'd kill her and smack my brother for even looking her direction."

"Got it. So what next Headmaster?"

"Tell me how you revealed yourself. The real truth."

He sighed. "Okay. I'll tell you the truth. I have held back this whole time. But now, is how I tell you. And with my hormones off track and all, you will see why."

~~~~~

He's got a poker face. He lasted maybe an hour. But Miss Orimura is a front that can make something break with just eye contact.

-Relly