Xuye Cheng sighed inwardly, grabbed his clothes, and slipped into the bathroom.

Just in case He Xiaohan came back suddenly.

He pushed aside the hair falling over his eyes. A faint weight pressed against his chest—he still wasn’t used to it.

Bending down, he pulled on his shoes. The socks felt slightly loose, so he dug a fresh pair from the cabinet and slipped them on.

He stood, stomped his feet once. Hmm. Perfect fit.

Rolling the dress under his arm, he stepped into the bathroom.

Locked the door behind him. Hung the dress on the rod. Took a deep breath. His heartbeat still fluttered.

No avoiding it…

He peeled off his top. In the mirror, the girl’s reflection showed a slender waist, fair skin, soft rounded curves. Utterly bare. Zero sense of security.

Another breath. His gaze accidentally caught two small points in the periphery. Blood rushed to his head—dizzy, flustered.

So… painfully real.

Exactly like the biology textbook diagrams.

His palms warmed. A strange, unfamiliar tightness prickled across his chest.

Such vivid, intimate sensation felt utterly bizarre.

*Sensations only the other gender would know…*

His face flushed crimson.

Deep breath.

*Focus. Time’s short.*

He glanced at the mirror again—flushed cheeks, bare skin—and shyness spiked.

He lifted the soft bra, exhaling helplessly inward.

*It’s your own body…*

He tried to calm himself.

Pressed the fabric to his chest. The gentle texture magnified his shame.

Fumbling the clasp behind his back, he instantly felt breathless.

Not too tight. Fit well. Still… deeply strange.

*Being a girl isn’t easy.*

He loosened his pants slightly. Heart hammered.

*Seriously? Twenty years old… and now wearing little panties.*

Slid off the rest. The moment fabric left his skin, vulnerability surged.

*I’ve seen the anatomy. Touched it. Watched those… films. Why blush now?*

A weird competitive stubbornness flickered inside.

*Panties: equipped.*

The hollow space between his legs felt suddenly pronounced. Wearing them was… oddly surreal.

He breathed steadily, pulling on the dress.

After some struggle, it settled. He tugged the hem—falling below the knees. Legs felt oddly bare, but the dress was pleasantly cool.

He smoothed his hair. Long strands cascaded. Black French-style Hepburn dress hugged his frame elegantly.

His naturally cute face now carried an elegant, mature aura.

*Guess good looks save the day. At least it doesn’t look bad.*

He ran fingers through his hair—neat. The dress elongated his silhouette. Pity the legs stayed hidden.

*Should I try a mini-skirt next time?*

*Wait—what am I thinking?!*

He slapped his cheeks lightly. *You’ve lost it.*

Deep breath. Calm. Checked every detail.

Perfect. A normal, lovely girl—not Xuye Cheng in disguise.

All set. Off to meet the boss this afternoon.

A flicker of worry remained. Didn’t want to keep the boss waiting—the spot was saved just for him.

He messaged the store manager:

“I’m on my way.”

“Great! What’s your name?”

“Xuye Cheng.”

He sent his real name.

“Got it. Coming straight in women’s wear?” She added “Anya’s smile” again.

“Yes. And… please don’t use my real name.”

“What should I call you?”

Xuye Cheng paused. Needed a feminine alias.

“Xu Wanning,” he replied after a moment.

“Understood, Miss Wanning. Come straight to the café this afternoon. Make it by 3 PM?”

“Yes.”

Reading her reply, unease prickled.

*This manager feels… off.*

Sure, otaku girls tend to be open-minded…

But Xuye Cheng still had a bad feeling.

Like the cringe of forced roleplay.

…

Xuye Cheng changed out of the dress, planning to redo his outfit in the lab building’s restroom.

One problem lingered.

Men’s room or women’s?

Men’s: what if someone saw him exit in a dress? Women’s: spotted before masking up? Instant pervert label.

He weighed it. A girl in the men’s room—maybe a mistake. A guy in the women’s? No question.

He chose the men’s. Change fast. Exit clean.

Backpack stuffed with the dress, he slipped into the lab building and ducked into the restroom.

Changed. Checked himself in the phone screen. All clear.

Pushed the door open cautiously.

Empty.

He exhaled. Tension still coiled tight.

*What if I’m recognized?*

Swallowed hard. *Stay poised. Act like a girl.*

*She* couldn’t afford recognition. Total social death.

He breathed deeply. Heard the soft whisper of his own breath.

Her emotions swirled—nervous, excited, hopeful, afraid.

He’d stash the backpack in the field locker first, then head to the café.

Descending one floor, a flash of white darted past the hallway entrance. Xuye Cheng gasped.

He Xiaohan, in a white lab coat, turned at the sound. At the stairwell stood a young woman.