It was the same for all the boys that went to the boarding school. Mortified by the appearance, behavior and desires of the students, more like girls than anything resembling boys. Every new boy would be so desperately adamant that they weren’t anything like the boys there, and that they would NEVER become like them.
Sooner or later, we all would be proved differently. A moment of curiosity, or weakness, leading to one’s first same-sex experiences. Of trying on the skirt uniform in a moment of privacy. Everyone would know, the day that a boy would wear the skirt uniform for the first time. Emotionally overwhelmed, vulnerable and no longer sure about himself. A boy on the brink of outright homosexuality. A boy, on the brink of becoming “one of the girls” of the boarding school.