"Amelia~ Amelia~"

The adorable little girl kept chanting a name, her tiny body rubbing against my chest like a kitten seeking warmth. My face burned with embarrassment—and worse, this new body of mine seemed overly sensitive. Every nuzzle sent strange, tingling sensations rippling through me.

"Y-Your Majesty Lu... could you please let go?"

Helpless against her kitten-like蹭ing, I finally managed to stammer the words.

How did I end up like this? To understand, we’d have to rewind to last night.

First… I became a girl.

I became a girl.

I became a girl.

This fact was so monumental, it needed repeating three times.

I sighed deeply at the reflection staring back from the glass door. Waist-length silver-white hair streaked with pale violet framed delicate, almost ethereal features—beautiful yet aloof. At nearly 170cm tall, with curves that defied her apparent age of seventeen or eighteen, she radiated mature elegance. Yet youthful innocence still clung to her like morning dew.

That stunning girl was me.

"What on earth happened?" I murmured, blinking my amethyst eyes with another sigh.

My name is Su Nan. Or rather, *was* Su Nan—a perfectly ordinary male college student. Until this morning, when I woke up like *this*.

And I couldn’t change back.

That was the cruelest part.

A wave of gloom washed over me. Hours had passed with no sign of reversal… Maybe I should be grateful I’d rented an apartment off-campus instead of dorming? Fewer friends, yes—but imagine the chaos if this had happened in a shared dorm room.

Standing frozen, I wrestled with the sheer awkwardness of it all—using the bathroom, showering… mundane tasks now fraught with humiliation. *I was just a normal teenage boy yesterday!* The unfamiliar softness of my own body, the shivers it sent through me… it was mortifying.

After the initial shock and fleeting excitement came crushing practicalities: ID cards, clothes, daily survival.

"*Ugh*… what now?" I shook my head, forcing the worries aside to focus on my surroundings.

Midnight approached. I stood alone in a deserted subway station. Spotless tiles echoed with silence after the last train’s departure. My reflection in the safety glass looked ghostly. This felt like a horror game—eerily pristine, unnaturally quiet. Any second, something terrifying might jump out.

"Why am *I* here…?" I swallowed hard, muttering to the emptiness.

After the morning’s panic and shame, I’d numbly changed into neutral clothes and wandered the streets. Somehow, I’d drifted here… and couldn’t leave. Like a magnet pulled me.

*Ridiculous.*

Logically, no trains would run for hours. Yet a stubborn certainty gripped me: *Wait. Just past midnight… the final train will come.*

*Beep.*

The sharp phone notification jolted me from my daze. Midnight exactly.

*RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE—*

Train wheels screeched against tracks. From the pitch-black tunnel ahead, headlights pierced the darkness. Within breaths, an ordinary-looking train glided smoothly into the platform.

I stared at the empty carriages, tongue darting out to moisten dry lips as I fought down rising panic.

The safety doors hissed open.

My mind went blank. Before I could think, I stepped inside.

"Huh?"

I froze. My body had moved on instinct. I spun toward the exit—but the doors slammed shut without warning.

The train lurched forward, accelerating rapidly into the tunnel.

*What… what is this?!* My heart hammered.

The last train had already left. Why was this one running? And… after leaving the station, the tracks should’ve curved. But we were racing straight down a tunnel.

"Are you finally here?"

A little girl’s voice whispered directly into my mind. Soft, melodic… hauntingly familiar.

"Who’s there?!" Fear spiked through me. *Hallucination? Ghost? What else could explain this?*

"Amelia… Amelia… you came…" Her voice floated back, the name sparking recognition.

"Who are you?" I gasped, clutching a handrail. My chest heaved—those unfamiliar curves rising and falling—but I felt no self-consciousness now. Only dread.

"Amelia~ Amelia~ I’ve waited so long for you, my Amelia! I missed you *so* much!"

Her voice grew clearer now: a sweet, anime-perfect lilt—not the cringey kind that makes normies shudder, but the soothing tone that melts otaku hearts.

"...Amelia? That’s not my name. I’m Su Nan."

I blinked, slow to process her words. The reply slipped out before I could stop it.

"Amelia, Amelia~"

She ignored my correction, her chant light and playful. Strangely, the fear bled away, replaced by calm.

"...I don’t know what’s happening," I breathed, steadying myself. "But… I’m here."

Someone was waiting. Someone had called me. That certainty anchored me.

I moved forward. Staying put wouldn’t bring answers. Pressing on would.