Two months later.
It was an ordinary night. On the Douyu Live streaming platform, the PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds section dominated in popularity, with over a hundred live streams running simultaneously.
Tucked away in an inconspicuous corner of the list, a tiny new stream had just appeared. Its title read: "Newbie Technical Streamer."
The streamer was a fresh face, going by the nickname "Streamer Xuehan." No webcam was on—just quiet gameplay, occasionally interacting with chat. Her voice revealed a cute girl.
Though skilled, she was unknown. With zero promotion, her viewer count was pitiful. Chat scrolled rarely, mostly off-topic:
*LianE_BuDianDengm: Your voice is so nice! Turn on your cam?*
*OhThisIsGoodNews: Is the streamer pretty?*
*HaiDeShengYin_Huan: Add my WeChat, girl. I’ll send you a Jet.*
Unseen by viewers, a petite girl sat before the screen, focused on controlling her in-game character. She had neat short hair and blunt bangs. Her small face was slightly pale, her frame slender—yet radiating a delicate, ladylike grace.
This was Jiang Xuehan—once Meng Han, the platform’s most popular game streamer. Now stripped of everything, she’d been forced to restart life as a girl.
At these borderline-harassing messages, Jiang Xuehan could only shake her head silently. Liang Sheng’s despicable face flashed before her eyes.
Three months ago, Liang Sheng had been the first to publicly condemn "top streamer Meng Han for cheating." Then, he’d won the inaugural International Championship. Overnight, he became the crowd’s ideal: a technically flawless, fearless truth-teller with unshakable integrity. His popularity soared, cementing his throne as streaming’s undisputed king.
Riding that wave, Liang Sheng expanded aggressively—swallowing territories, recruiting followers. His ranks boasted "five tigers, five hawks, ten dogs, ten boys, and forty grandsons." In the streaming world, he ruled like an emperor.
4,581,766. That was Liang Sheng’s current viewer count—topping every stream list.
67. That was Jiang Xuehan’s. Most viewers clicked in only because her nickname sounded feminine. Finding no webcam, they usually left within seconds.
Though her body had changed, Jiang Xuehan’s gaming skills and instincts remained razor-sharp. Paired with a fresh account matched against beginners, she effortlessly dominated the match—21 kills, chicken dinner secured.
Chat finally flickered to life:
*XiaoHanDa: So skilled, sis!*
*YeMao23333: So satisfying to watch! Wish you’d turn on cam.*
*Ji_I_Feng: Are you hacking?*
*HaiDeShengYin_Huan: WeChat me, girl. I’ll send a Jet.*
Jiang Xuehan set down her mouse and sighed soundlessly. Clearing her throat, she announced: "Be right back. Taking a quick break."
In the cramped bathroom, she faced the mirror.
Her neat bob and bangs framed a delicate face, pale from lack of sun and exercise. Her slim figure filled a plain white T-shirt; her chest held only a slight bulge. But her large, bright eyes sparkled with life.
Now, Jiang Xuehan looked like a pure 17-year-old schoolgirl—unassuming at first glance, yet growing prettier the longer you looked. Her fragile frame stirred protective instincts in men.
Her gaze dropped to the lowered toilet seat. A bitter sigh escaped her.
When she’d been male, the seat stayed up. Now, it remained down all day—a constant reminder of what she’d lost.
She really needed to pee. Pre-stream nerves had driven her to chug energy drinks. Female anatomy made holding it harder. Urgency pressed—she quickly shed her jeans and boxers, settling onto the seat. A soft trickle followed.
*How she missed the days when she could pee standing up…*
After that fateful transformation in the small temple, Jiang Xuehan’s body had shrunk drastically. Her height dropped from 175cm to 160cm—now a petite, doll-like girl.
She’d spent her dwindling savings on new clothes: simple graphic tees and loose, gender-neutral jeans. Dresses? Unthinkable.
Bra shopping had been torture.
Two months ago, back in Eastern Sea City, she’d worn only boxers under her shirt. But July’s heat brought sweat—and embarrassing nipple outlines visible through her shirt. Strangers pointed, whispered, even snapped photos. She’d learned the hard way: *even small breasts were still breasts*.
Desperate, she’d ducked into a lingerie store, face burning with shame as a clerk measured her size.
A-cup. Barely a curve even with a bra—but it hid the outlines.
Forgetting it a few times after that led to more public humiliation. Slowly, she’d forced herself into the habit.
Thankfully, her small chest didn’t bounce or chafe. At home, she could rip the bra off—reclaiming a sliver of her old freedom.
Yet as she grew used to the fabric against her skin, a strange hollowness settled in her chest… like she’d lost something irreplaceable.
Back at her desk, Jiang Xuehan streamed another two hours. Four wins in a row. But viewers never exceeded 100. Chat rarely held more than two or three messages at once—mostly prying questions or cam requests. Unwelcome teasing.
"That’s all for today," she said finally. "If you like my gameplay, please follow. Thanks, everyone."
She closed the stream, slumped back in her chair, and exhaled a long, weary sigh.
Three months ago, returning to Eastern Sea City, she’d had only ¥4,000 left. After rent and deposit, not enough for a new computer.
She’d gotten fake IDs made through a street-posted contact—name: Jiang Xuehan, age 18.
Then, using that ID, she’d taken a cashier job at a supermarket. Saving every penny, she’d finally bought a cheap computer. That same day, she’d rushed home to restart her stream.
"Newbie Technical Streamer." The same title Meng Han had used nine months ago for his debut. But today’s results were dismal. Barely any viewers.
Jiang Xuehan wasn’t naive. She knew why.
Nine months ago, when Meng Han first streamed PUBG, the game was new. Few streamers covered it. His rise to #1 relied on skill and charm—but mostly on the game’s explosive popularity. He’d been an early mover in a booming market.
Now? The market was saturated. Countless streamers fought over scraps. Viewers already had their favorites.
Climbing back now would be ten thousand times harder than before.
And she’d lost her precious penis and testicles. To the world, she was just a girl.
In gaming streams, few women rose on skill alone. Audiences assumed men had the talent; popular female streamers won fans through chatting, singing, dancing.
Truth was, Jiang Xuehan wasn’t ugly. With a beauty cam, makeup, and cute outfits? She’d be a gift magnet.
But her pride wouldn’t allow it.
Since entering streaming, Meng Han—now Jiang Xuehan—had lived by skill alone.
Even as a girl, she refused to see herself as one. Her wardrobe held only tees and wide-leg jeans. No skirts. No makeup. No cutesy poses for the cam.
To her, this female body was just a weapon for revenge. One day, she’d clear her name, expose Liang Sheng, reclaim her throne—and become a man again.
Using this body to flirt, dance, or pout on cam?
*She’d rather die.*
But if she kept streaming like this—pure skill, no gimmicks—when would her viewers ever grow?
Doubt clouded her mind.
To regain her manhood, she needed three things: reclaim #1 popularity, prove her innocence, and expose Liang Sheng.
All nearly impossible.
The last two were intertwined. Liang Sheng had set the trap that turned top streamer Meng Han into a cheating pariah.
But Meng Han’s old computer—wiped by malware—held no evidence. The only hope was hacking Liang Sheng’s private files.
Problem was, she knew almost nothing about him. Scouring the web, she’d found only one lead: a forum post claiming the author was Liang Sheng’s classmate at Eastern Sea University. She’d messaged them. No reply yet.
Jiang Xuehan flopped onto her bed, staring at the cracked, yellowed ceiling.
If she failed? She’d never see Shiva again. Never become a man. Stuck as a daytime cashier and a no-name streamer by night. Drifting. Unable to reunite with family. Unable to pay for her sick sister’s treatment…
Then—the image of the old Indian man flashed in her mind. She sat up, fists clenched.
*So what if it’s hard?*
What Meng Han once achieved, Jiang Xuehan would achieve again.
*Liang Sheng. Wait for me. The humiliation you gave me—I’ll repay you a hundredfold.*
"Hey," she whispered to the empty room, a ghost of her old smirk touching her lips. "Let’s play a game."
