The daintiness in that grip, in the whole body of the other male was a shock to him since the male body was more blocky and, his more personal body, a bit more rough. But his calloused hands were rough from working them down to bone, feet hardened from running errands through his shoes and back numb to everything because it had been torn open to bone and healed over multiple times.

"Y-yeah..." With that he helped the other up, retrieving his hand and led the way to the lockers once more, not going down and staying in his clothes for the moment. He stuffed his gym clothes under his outfit every day and the class after was the only one he was allowed to be late for repeatedly so that he could care for his back and body without the embarrassment of other people seeing it.

Now, came the odd part. Staying out of the locker rooms as well, for now, the Pole simply closed her eyes. "Is there a bathroom back here somewhere?" She questioned, whispering to Toris in hopes that she didn't have to change in front of the other girls, because he wasn't quite the most feminine downstairs, as much as he was in his head.

He vaguely wondered if he could simply change right there really fast so that he didn't get caught. But even that didn't seem plausible at all. Sighing, Feliks finally looked around as if he'd hit a snag in his brilliant plan.

"The girl's ba-bathroom is just right there. Boys is ba-back by the art room." He knew what it was like to hide something about your body from almost everybody, knowing that if they knew things would be worse. Toris, being who he was, would help the other to the best of his ability, only really able to tell him where things were and how everything worked in this school... Today was going to be a long day in this class though as he saw the Medicine balls brought in, the ones that people tended to toss at him and watch him almost break his back to catch it before it hurt him badly enough. It made him happy he could only feel slight tugging sensations from his back instead the actual pain he was sure existed from those tosses.

Nodding a little, the delicate little Pole skittered off to the bathroom to change by himself, in a stall, hiding his body from the others. Just because Liet knew didn't mean everyone had to. Especially not if he wanted to keep himself sane at this school. The little blond finally exited the bathroom, dressed for PE, and walked back to his new friend, hoping that this new game wasn't going to be too horrible to him. He didn't look good clad in bruises and blood.

The game was simple, you passed the medicine ball around almost like catch and if it was dropped both the people who dropped it had to do partner push-ups... thirty of them before the game continued... It always seemed everyone just wanted to see the medium sized male do them for his masters and himself, attempting to make him lose it, tripping him so that it landed on his ribs, making him breathless. He hated this game... Was still waiting for that day that when he left the room he would have a broken rib or concussion of some sort but then again... No one would care and if he made them do them with him then they got mad and took out their frustrations doubly worse during lunch or any free time they had....

The girls' game wasn't much more fun than that, though. Jumping hurtles and running all hour made his nipples hurt; the fake boobs he wore tugged on them so when he ran it would seem more likely that he truly was a somewhat large-breasted chick. So, running was not really fun regardless of his true gender. He watched the boys play their game, not minding too much until Toris began to get hit too often. It infuriated him and made him want to do something about it, but he never really did.