The alarm clock by my ear rang out.

I woke up.

The low blood sugar made me feel awful, like I couldn’t even open my eyes.

Something heavy pressed on me, as if soaked in warm water. My body refused to obey, soft as mush.

It took ages to slowly recover.

I pulled back the thin towel blanket. Seeing the AC switched off and the door slightly ajar, I knew Bai Su must have crept in last night, worried I’d catch a cold.

Hmph! Unnecessary!

I snorted, but a faint warmth spread in my heart.

That little brat… surprisingly caring.

I started wondering why I never found a girlfriend in my last life. Then I reached for the neatly folded clothes on the bedside desk… wait!

My clothes… I definitely hadn’t folded them before bed.

My expression turned complicated.

Bai Su went too far!

I’m almost an adult girl! Even if he’s my brother in this body, he can’t invade my privacy like this!

No wonder I couldn’t find a girlfriend last life.

Muttering about Bai Su, I slipped off my pajamas and grabbed the clothes.

A white object suddenly tumbled out of the pile.

I instinctively picked it up—and froze completely.

A sanitary pad.

Right, according to Su Su’s memories, today was indeed that time of the month. But how did Bai Su know so clearly?!

Damn, could he be a creepy siscon?

Blushing fiercely, I pinched the pad and faced the cotton panties he’d prepared.

Ahhh, what do I even do with this?!

My face burned like it was on fire. My brain crashed entirely.

This wasn’t in my thirty years as a rough guy’s common sense! Why would a tough guy face this weird situation?!

Alright, stay calm. Stay calm.

I tried to enter sage mode.

Fusing with Su Su’s memories made me too emotional, turning me into a shy girl.

It’s 2008. Girls aren’t as crude as in 2018—no dirty jokes or reckless speeding. They’re way cuter than boys.

I pouted, calmed down, recalled how to use it from Su Su’s memories, and carefully stuck it to the panties. I swapped out the old ones for these special period panties.

I tested moving my legs.

Hmm… still felt weird and awkward.

Whatever. I’ve already lost my male first characteristic. Periods and pads are nothing.

My sense of decency vanished the moment I became this girl.

I slipped off the childish shaping bra, sighed at my ample chest.

A girl’s body is truly amazing.

When I first woke up in the hospital, I underestimated my chest size. My center of gravity was all wrong—I almost fell. Bai Su caught me just in time.

Big breasts make shoulders ache after standing long. Running without a bra? Damn uncomfortable.

Though all flat-chested girls might want to kill me for saying this… big breasts aren’t all good.

I rolled up the black tights, slipped them on, and slowly adjusted them.

Stupid Bai Su—is he a leg fetishist? A stocking fetishist?

I put on the skirt, untied the purple hair tie, let my long black hair flow, got up, slipped on slippers, smoothed the sheets, and folded the blanket.

A large dressing mirror reflected a petite, cute girl.

I sighed.

The girl had long flowing hair, bright sparkling eyes, a small nose, and cherry-pink lips so translucent you’d want to bite them.

The blue off-shoulder sleeveless dress outlined her slim figure, showing cute pink shoulders. The simple skirt with a white trim contrasted sharply with her black-stockinged legs.

Pure and cute on top, seductive below.

But something was missing.

I grabbed a white hairband from the dressing box, bit it, gathered my hair into a high ponytail, tied it with a bow.

Perfect.

I sighed again and opened the door.

Crisp sizzling sounds and tempting food smells greeted me.

Huh?

Is the brat cooking?

I gasped—in his last attempt at chicken soup, he made something awful. Would this be another disaster?

This worry wasn’t unfounded.

Hearing my door open, Bai Su peeked from the kitchen, greeting me with a pleading smile: “Su Su… good morning!”

He looked pitiful, like a puppy abandoned by its owner, big wet eyes begging for forgiveness—though it might be an act.

While greeting, he secretly glanced at my legs, guessing something.

His intention was clear. After this morning’s sanitary pad incident, anyone knew what he wanted.

A chill ran through me.

I almost blurted out “Holy shit!”

But I held back the urge to curse. My expression darkened, my tone icy: “Pervert Bai Su, what are you staring at!”

I saw his face freeze. He gave a sheepish smile and ducked back. His muffled, guilty voice came from the kitchen: “Nothing… just thinking you look really pretty today.”

Hmph! An old trick to flatter girls!

Compliment her taste or looks to stroke her vanity, making conversation easier.

But I’m not one of those foolish women who only care about looks.

“Don’t change the subject, Pervert Bai Su!” I emphasized. “Sneaking into your sister’s room while she sleeps, stealing her clothes, putting that indescribable thing in them!”

A direct hit Bai Su couldn’t dodge!

I narrowed my eyes, judging: “You pervert! What are your true intentions toward your sister?!”

[To be continued]