"AHHH—AHHHHHH—AHHHHHHHHHHHH—"
Hua Xin’s face drained of color as she let out a birdlike shriek, trembling finger outstretched like Guts witnessing Griffith’s betrayal.
Beneath the upturned bear-print blanket lay a ketchup flood. A dark stain spread across the crotch of her gray wolf-print boxers, drowning the once-proud cartoon wolf’s head in crimson. Rust-colored splotches—part coffee, part blood—marred the white sheets where her aunt’s spilled cappuccino had pooled.
"I’m dead. Absolutely dead. My life’s over. This is blood—"
"*Haha* (sobbing) So I *do* have a terminal illness for turning into a girl…"
"If only I hadn’t eaten that four-dish meal and chicken-bone fried rice yesterday 😭 Am I dying of food poisoning? 😭"
"Big Bro Lao Da… I’m coming to watch your fadeaway jumper now 🏀… 😭"
Tears streamed down Hua Xin’s porcelain cheeks. Her choked sobs would’ve melted any male heart. Bewildered by the tomato-sauce sea below her waist, the sleep-fogged girl blinked through tears at a blinding halo—*Was that Jesus?*
"Will I… make it to heaven? (sniffle) 🤧…"
Wiping her eyes, she realized it was just her unshut laptop screen glowing with an 18+ anime wallpaper—a bikini-clad girl swinging bare feet from a red scooter.
"*Wait.*"
Her sobs choked off.
*Hold on.*
*Huh?*
*Girl?*
Hua Xin knew female anatomy intimately—even after becoming one. The morning haze cleared. *Ohhh… Aunt Flo’s visiting.*
*(Hakimi means honey.)*
Wiping her tears, her despair shifted to dawning realization.
"What do I do… what do I do…"
She grabbed nearby tissues, frantically layering them over the sheets. But blood wouldn’t budge—not from the soaked wolf boxers, nor the stained cotton.
*Breathe.*
She chugged cola. The fizz’s bite sharpened her focus.
"Sh-should I shower? 🥺" Clutching her aching belly, she shuffled toward the bathroom.
She’d seen period-care videos before—but got distracted by comment-section jokes like *"Ladies, exit stage left—we’re blushing!"* All she recalled was *"clean the tomato mess first…"*
*Hot water now…*
The water heater’s indicator light stayed dark. Pain tightened its grip. To save electricity, her family only heated water ten minutes before showers.
*Save a little daily. In a year, you’ll power a nuclear plant.*
"Just a rinse… I’m a man. I can endure this. (sniffle)"
She yanked off her shirt, trembling under the showerhead.
"*Hssss—ICE COLD! 😭🥶*"
Summer chill bit her sleep-warmed skin—soft, smooth, snow-pale. Teeth chattering, she scrubbed with her "13-in-1 Men’s Essentials" body wash.
*(The bottle promised: shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, engine oil, phone screen protector… "Technology changes life!")*
"Done-done-done!" Shivering, she toweled off and padded back barefoot. Wrapped in a blanket at her desk, she typed frantically through cramps.
"Why does it *hurt* so much… *hnngh* (sniff) wuwuwu… 😭"
Tears welled again.
"I wanna live… I wanna live… 100 minus 7 is 93, 93 minus 7 is 86, 86 minus 7 is 79… 🥺"
Two minutes later, the video’s advice clicked.
"Step one: clean up… done." She checked—her wolf boxers were pristine.
"Step two: pad… pad?" Her frown melted into epiphany. "Oh! *Period pads!* Why not say so—"
Her blood ran cold.
"*Where are they?!*"
A shut-in guy wouldn’t own any!
After a panicked pause, she grabbed her phone, skipping ads with a jab. Scrolling past endless brands, she spotted a familiar name.
*Sophie 230mm x5.*
*Purchased (heartbreaking) 🥺.*
Her thumb drifted downward—women’s underwear ads appeared.
*Not buying (resolute).*
*Boys’ clothes work fine…*
She glanced at her flat chest.
"*Purchased (heartbreaking x2).*"
Deleting the payment notification, she shut her eyes.
"My money… 😭🥺… *sob* 🤧…"
*Thump.* She hit spacebar, sniffling. The video continued:
"—and congratulations, ladies! Your reproductive system is now fully operational. You’re ready to nurture new life."
Hua Xin froze in her gaming chair.
*Nurture…?*
*NEW LIFE?!* 😨😨😨😨
🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯
