“Big Sister Manman, where’s my dad?”

After having her bandages changed and using the restroom under Manman’s care that afternoon, Feng Yijiu felt a flush of shame—but also realized the threshold of embarrassment could sink lower than she’d ever imagined. At the very least, Manman now felt like a “familiar face.”

“Mr. Feng? He’s also at the hospital. Does the little sister want to see her father?”

“No,” Yijiu caught the words before they slipped out. She sighed. “I… I’m not ready yet. Could you pass a message? Tell him… I don’t blame him. But I need some time. And—please tell him to focus on work. I’m fine.”

“Of course.” Manman smiled. “Your surgery went perfectly. Healing’s on track—you’ll likely get the stitches out tomorrow.”

“Mm.” Yijiu lowered her head.

“Oh, and there’s something else, dear—girl stuff.” Manman leaned close to Yijiu’s ear, soft hands resting on her shoulders. But Yijiu’s focus locked onto the words. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, spreading down her neck until it glowed warm.

*What even is this…? Why’s she lecturing me on female health? I haven’t even “seen action,” let alone…! I’m not into that stuff. Right now, my own body’s blushing around Big Sister Manman?!*

So yes—*absolutely*—her mind was still 100% male!

Marriage? Never. Not in this lifetime.

Then a thought flickered: *Wait… being a girl might not suck.*

Still watch anime, collect 2D waifus. Still dominate games. Women live longer, right? Maybe she’d get extra years of fun. Just keep thinking *I’m a guy*—problem solved!

“Big Sister Manman, please stop…” Yijiu tried to cut her off.

“Nope. This matters for every girl.” Manman’s tone turned serious, continuing the lesson.

To Yijiu? One word summed it up: *lewd.*

That night, insomnia hit hard. Not just from the lecture—the wound throbbed with a persistent ache and itch. And every time she thought of this “brand-new little sister” body *waving hello*, sleep vanished completely.

…

“So… excited about stitch removal? Couldn’t sleep last night?” Manman chuckled at Yijiu’s panda-eyed face the next morning, then handed her a small paper bag. “Here. Change into these.”

Yijiu peeked inside. Two pieces of white… fabric?

Staring at these “educational tools,” she pinched one corner with two fingers, nails barely gripping the edge. She lifted it slowly, inspecting it like a live grenade.

“Why so tense? Just camisoles.” Manman nudged the bag closer. “Your size. Try them.”

“I… probably don’t need them?” Yijiu hesitated. Flat as a board—*nothing’s even there yet!*

“These are for *now*.” Manman pushed gently.

Yijiu shook her head hard. *No way. I’m still a guy inside!*

“What if you develop later?” Manman reasoned. “No support means friction damage. Bras ease pressure, prevent—”

Yijiu’s head whipped side to side like a rattle drum. *Today? Never. Future me can deal.*

Manman moved fast. Delicate looks hid surprising strength—two motions pinned Yijiu to the bed; three swift moves stripped her top off.

“No…”

“A tabletop flat enough to hold a bowl of water without spilling? Sister’s not impressed,” Manman teased, watching Yijiu’s crimson face. A finger pressed lightly on her chest. “Feel that hard spot? Tingling? Honey, you’re a hidden gem. Skip care now? Crooked growth, uneven size—you’ll cry later.”

“Fine… I’ll wear them.” Yijiu surrendered, head bowed. *Hidden gem?* Pfft. Girls stop developing by eighteen. Three years left max. *Skyscraper from flat ground? Yeah, right.*

Then—panic. How did this tiny fabric *work*? Awkward silence swallowed her.

“Watch. Open here… like this…”

“Feels useless.” Yijiu tugged the white cloth. *Like draping a napkin on myself.*

“I hope you grow into a busty woman. If you still say that then? I’ll salute you.” Manman smoothed her hair. “Hurry. Sister Niu’s coming to remove stitches.”

“Okay.” Yijiu nodded calmly. *Not like they’re sewing on anything new.*

“The wound healed beautifully,” Professor Niu murmured, gloved fingers tracing the skin. Even with another woman examining her, Yijiu burned with shyness.

“All set. Rest two days—no sudden moves.” When Niu stepped back, Yijiu exhaled in relief. *“Doctors are like parents”? Doesn’t stop me from blushing.*

Stitches out, but legs still wouldn’t close. Still bedridden. Still dependent on Manman for meals, meds… bathroom trips.

Three more days of this “useless” life passed before Yijiu finally stood. Trembling, she waddled around the room like a penguin. Pain sharpened as anesthesia faded—most hours stayed in bed.

*Lazy life sounds nice… but this literal bedrest?* Yijiu craved discharge. Especially with Manman’s mandatory “girls’ lessons” lurking everywhere. Sometimes she wondered: *If I lift the blanket tomorrow… will it be covered in notes from her classes?*