A ray of morning sunlight slipped through the curtain gap, landing on Ye Wen’s eyes. Outside, sparrows hopped like cheerful musical notes, singing brightly.

Ye Wen’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly. She slowly opened her clear eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her soul gradually seeped back into her body.

She glanced around the cute, tidy girl’s room. A full-length mirror stood nearby. In it, an adorable girl lay on the bed, gazing at everything with big, dewy eyes.

“So… not a dream after all…” Ye Wen sighed deeply. She slipped on pink slippers and headed to the bathroom.

Before the mirror, Ye Wen examined her body carefully. Her delicate face was undeniably cute. In a few years, she’d be a stunning beauty. Her silky hair would suit twin tails perfectly…

As she mentally rated her new body, she sighed inwardly. If this girl were my girlfriend, I’d wake up smiling every day. But fate was cruel—such a cute girl was my own body. I could only look, not touch…

After washing up, Ye Wen pulled down her pants to pee. Feeling the flatness below, she remembered: girls sit down.

“What a hassle…” Ye Wen grumbled. I wasn’t handsome before, but I still had the tools. Now even my “sweeping girls off their feet” tool was gone…

“And I was still a virgin!” That upset her most. My whole life dedicated to my hand, and now time reversed—I had no tool left.

“Speaking of which… what’s it like down there?” Ye Wen looked down. A warm stream shot out, nearly splashing her hand.

“Tsk! No aim at all…” She was still damp after. “Ugh… so wet. Gotta wipe with paper…”

“Totally bare…” Ye Wen washed her hands, thinking. “A white tiger! Damn… I love that… why me!”

Feeling she’d go crazy, Ye Wen pushed the thought away. She took a deep breath and opened the wardrobe.

It overflowed with clothes—princess dresses, sailor uniforms, everything.

She grabbed neatly folded white over-the-knee socks, rubbing them against her face. “Ah~ stockings used by a girl…”

Knock knock knock. A knock came at the door. Ye Wen stuffed the socks back, composed herself, and opened it.

“Miss~” A young maid, her age, stood there warmly. She handed Ye Wen clean clothes. “Madam said you’ll start school tomorrow if you’re well.”

“Mm… okay…” Ye Wen took the uniform. As she closed the door, the maid slipped inside.

“Young miss~ Let me help you change~” The maid grinned mischievously.

“Eh?” A cute girl helping me change? Ye Wen almost drooled but snapped back. “N-no… I’ll do it myself…”

“Mm… fine…” The maid looked disappointed. She walked toward the door, then spun around, grabbing Ye Wen’s chest from behind. “Haha~ Miss, yours are still tiny~”

She dashed out.

Ye Wen froze, then touched herself. About a small bun’s size—not too small…

The original owner must’ve been close to the maids. Do those little maids not go to school?

Sitting on the bed, Ye Wen remembered to change. She peeled off her pajamas—naked underneath.

“Mm… should wear underwear…” Yesterday’s shower was a blur; she’d forgotten how she’d removed her bra.

She grabbed a pure white bra from the wardrobe.

“Strappy…” Ye Wen recalled innocent days of sneaking girls’ bra straps down.

After struggling, she finally wore it. Tying the neck bow took ten minutes…

Spreading the uniform, Ye Wen felt familiarity. On the right chest was a school emblem and text.

“Wen… Lan… Aca… demy…” She read slowly. “Huh!”

Her memories overlapped with now. She’d return to that familiar school.

Ye Wen sank into sweet nostalgia. Becoming a girl wasn’t so bad—reliving that life might be nice…

Wenlan’s uniform was loose, hiding her figure. But Ye Wen didn’t mind Chinese uniforms. Girls in them radiated pure, innocent charm.

Dressed, she twirled before the mirror. Under the white uniform was a pink shirt, and beneath that, the white bra…

“So cute!” Ye Wen almost hugged herself but couldn’t.

The sleeves were long; only half her hands peeked out. She loved girls who hid hands in sleeves—so petite, sparking protectiveness.

“So cute… I’m falling for myself.” Ye Wen gazed, enchanted. This wasn’t narcissism—a man’s admiration for a woman…

Remembering school, she tore her gaze from the mirror and went to the living room.

“Wenwen, no hair combing today?” Ye Wen’s mother sat upright at the dining table. “Girls must mind their manners.”

“Eh? Ah… forgot…”

“Excited for school?” Her mother smiled, unangry. She turned to the head maid. “Sister Luo, help Wenwen’s hair.”

“Yes.”

Ye Wen was pulled back to her room. Her hair became a pretty ponytail, curls framing her face, bangs softening it—cute yet elegant.

“All done. Breakfast time.” The head maid patted her shoulder.

“Mm…” Ye Wen’s eyes stayed glued to the mirror…

Damn it. So cute… why me!