You enter the classroom again and excuse yourself as you return to what you believe to be your desk without thinking, setting your bag on the floor. You pause for a moment, unsure where anything is, when it suddenly clicks. "Of course I do. It's my bag."
You rifle through the bag and find the binder you need for class, taking out notes done in a flowery hand and begin to write. Class goes normally with seemingly no one noticing that you've changed just not clothes but gender and race, and you find yourself unsurprised that this has happened. "This is me, after all." You sneakily adjust your bra as you continue to write down the notes.