Following the short video tutorial, I rolled the stocking up, slipped my toes in, and slowly unrolled it along my leg until it passed my knee.

Heart pounding, I felt an unprecedented sensation—a silky smoothness and delicate texture wrapping around me. My calf muscles instinctively tensed; the arch of my foot curved upward.

"Wow~ This feeling is so amazing... I really envy people of your era. This fabric is worlds better than the coarse woven clothes from my time!" the Fox Demon gasped excitedly in my mind, guiding my hands to caress the white stocking on my left leg.

The texture was wonderful—breathable, comfortable, snug.

"I never thought the first pair of beautiful legs in white thigh-highs I’d ever touch… would be my own. Sigh… Such is fate," I murmured.

I sighed and carefully repeated the process on the other leg. The moment both were snugly encased, a jolt shot up my spine—a shiver raced down my back, my scalp tingling.

"These legs are truly shapely," the Fox Demon remarked.

My calves rubbed together uncontrollably. Words couldn’t capture this silky glide—it felt like something inside me had quietly shattered.

"R-Really?"

I stood cautiously, toes curling nervously against the floor. Surprisingly… it didn’t look half bad.

Not that my legs were ever special—just average guy legs: neither thick nor thin, hairless. But under the Fox Demon’s influence, they’d slimmed noticeably. Calves now toned and sleek beneath the stockings… genuinely pleasant to look at, no bulky muscles. And with my newly pale skin, the "absolute territory" between skirt and stockings looked almost perfect.

"If not for… what’s underneath the skirt, this would actually be kinda cute," I sighed.

No choice—I was possessed by a Fox Demon. Resistance was futile. *Hmph!* The second she leaves, I’m burning this outfit.

"Not bad, not bad. You’ve got one-tenth of this queen’s charm. Wait a little longer—once my power grows, you’ll be even more alluring," the Fox Demon mused.

"Stop grossing me out! I look like this *only* to absorb two people’s spiritual energy so you can leave. Will I change back afterward? Don’t tell me I’m stuck like this!"

Staring at my slimmer reflection, dread crept in. Soft where it shouldn’t be… would certain parts undergo a *second puberty* later?

Please, no!

"Who knows~ Just hurry up and finish this queen’s task~" she dodged.

"Tomorrow’s the online friend meet-up. What else do I need?"

"Hmm… Go buy rouge—wait, cosmetics! Lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, toner… and lingerie. This queen will pad you out for better curves," she listed.

"How much will all that cost…"

Last time, this outfit alone cost 500 yuan. Seriously? Women’s clothes this pricey? I usually wear street-vendor shirts for dozens of yuan. Now I can’t even afford her a chocolate bar.

"Short on cash? Should’ve said sooner. This queen will handle it. No worries," she assured.

"You’re not making me rob a bank, right? I won’t do illegal stuff. Even if you’re a demon, *this body’s human*—one bullet and I’m done. I’m young. I don’t wanna die."

"Relax. This queen will have someone *gift* you the money~"

"Free money? Really?" I asked skeptically.

Still doubtful, I reached to change—when she stopped me.

"Why take it off?"

"Aren’t we shopping? I was gonna wear my—"

My hand froze mid-reach for the shirt. Suddenly… I saw my tragic future.

"Your *what*? Wear *this* out! So cute… Hehehe…"

"Huh————————?!"