What a good schedule! What a good set of classes. Assuming she can figure out where any of them are she is HYPED for this set of classes. 

The class schedule helpfully has room numbers, and the school is logically laid out. She arrives in Fashion and Design II as soon as class starts.

Everyone else in the class is a cis girl; like her, they appear to be wearing 1950s-style dresses. No one remarks on Raine's appearance. 

The teacher briefly lectures on the selection of appropriate accessories that coordinate with your clothing, then reminds the class that the midterm is an inventory of your clothing and how often you wear it, accompanied by a short essay about what this means about which clothes and accessories you should buy or make in the future. Then everyone takes out their current project-- a wool dress-- and starts sewing. Raine's is half-finished and clearly tailored for her. 

This is... bizarre. Not that she isn't happy about it, but it's bizarre. Also she's a little bit confused about how difficult it can possibly be to coordinate when everything is greyscale but that's a separate and unrelated issue. 

Sewing is nice, she can sew, she's good at this. (She's really, really missed it being a good thing that she's good at this.) 

The girls gossip while they sew!

Mostly they gossip about who is going to dance with whom at the dance tonight. From this, Raine can pick up the identities of the cutest boys in school, that girls don't ask guys for dances, that it is rude to refuse to dance with someone who has asked you, and that "going steady" is different from "dating" in some important but unclear fashion.

She listens to the gossip and wonders what the hell is up with this place and also attempts (unsuccessfully) to divine the difference between dating and going steady until it is time for Home Living. 

"Hello," the Home Living teacher says. "Today we're going to begin our unit on your vocational future. The first thing we have to talk about is"-- she writes her next sentence on the board-- "why is it important for girls to plan for a career even though they're going to become homemakers?"

Oh fucking hell. 

Did she not get enough of this. 

'Well, what if they don't become homemakers,' Raine does not say out loud. She keeps her mouth firmly shut, as she has gotten very good at doing. 

A class discussion ensues! Proposed reasons include "you might want to work once your children have grown," "you might want to work if you're not blessed with children," "a career can help you meet men if you don't marry your high school sweetheart," "you might want to support yourself until you get married," "having been in the working world makes you better able to understand your husband," and "having worked outside the home makes you more interesting which improves your relationship."

Notably absent are "you might not get married" and "your husband might not be able to financially support you."

What if you don't get married. What if your household needs two incomes. What if you don't want children. What if your husband would rather be a stay at home parent. She doesn't bother to wonder what if you marry another woman, given everything. 

None of these seem to occur to the girls of Home Living class.

(Everyone other than Raine in Home Living class is also a cis girl.)

Eventually, the teacher says, "but even if you have a career, your most important job is homemaker. Can anyone give me a reason why homemaking is so important?"

She's not really sure how to feel about that. 

She'll try, "because you might want a career for various reasons, but everyone needs a home?" 

The teacher smiles at her.

"That's right, Raine. Everyone needs a home-- and it makes a big difference whether it's a welcoming and comfortable place to be. You and your family are going to spend most of your life there, after all. I would go so far as to way that making a home is the most important job in the world because of the huge effect it has on the happiness of people you love."

Men, Raine does not say, will presumably also live in homes. (The girls' side of camp had spent time with toddlers; the boys' side had not. Only mothers, no fathers. Not that Raine was complaining about not having to be around small children, of course, but.) 

The class discussion brings up the benefits of tasty and nutritious food, the importance of raising kind and intelligent and happy children, the role of a home as a place for a man to rest before he goes out into the working world, interior decoration and fashion as ways to practically express artistic impulses, and hospitality as a way of helping others!

She doodles in her notebook and resists the urge to press her fingernails into her arm, bites the side of her tongue instead. 

And eventually Home Living is over and she gets to go to Physical Education!

Physical Education is also a class of only girls. She has to change into her gym clothes.

Her classes can't all be only girls, can they? 

Whatever. She puts gym shorts on under her dress, takes the dress off, and then puts her shirt on without anyone at any point being able to tell what is or is not in her underwear. 

For PE they're playing softball!

The boys are playing football next to them, shirts versus skins. They are very clearly attempting to show off for the girls, many of whom are more interested in the boys than in sports.

Raine, due to testosterone, is very easily the best at softball.

She's not particularly invested in sports but it's nice to be good at things and softball doesn't have too many unpleasant memories attached to it. 

On the one hand, some of the boys are cute, and being able to stare openly is an extremely welcome change. On the other hand, Raine has -- after seventeen years of being expected to be a normal boy who likes normal boy things, and several months of ex-gay camp -- developed a nigh-pathological loathing for football and all things associated with it. 

How does she feel about the member of the skins team who, instead of playing football, keeps walking around on his hands near the girls?

(When he does bother to play football he's very good at it.)

Positively! She feels positively. Not bothering to play whatever sport you're supposed to be playing is a big mood and being able to walk on your hands is very cool and, additionally, she's a gay teenage boy faced with abs. 

They're very nice abs!

Literature class has boys in it! Specifically, it has Mysterious Nameless Carpool Boy, who smiles at Raine.

Oh good, they have any coed classes at all. Does Nameless Carpool Boy by any chance have his name written on his notebooks where she can figure it out without having to admit she doesn't know it. (Also, please please please let this class be on a book she's read.) 

Mysterious Nameless Carpool Boy is named Lee.