Brother Long was starting work today.

The interview place was close to the department store. And since Brother Long said she wanted to buy a bra, we went to the women’s section after the interview. She said her chest always felt heavy, and if she sat too long, her shoulders hurt, so she wanted a bra to hold them up...

Oh, and as for the interview, the interviewer was a female college student. She’d probably worked there for a while. The moment she saw Brother Long, her eyes lit up, and with one big wave of her hand, she passed her on the spot. Brother Long really was pretty. On top of that, she was petite, and in that cute, slightly sexy hip-hugging short skirt, she looked like the kind people would naturally like.

I felt relieved inside. If the interview cared that much about looks, then the job usually wouldn’t be too tiring. Probably just serving drinks or handling the machines or something. I’d done part-time work at an internet café before. If you only had to learn the system and didn’t have to clean, it was actually pretty easy.

So the interview passed without any trouble. Then the two of us ate KFC nearby and headed to the mall to buy a bra...

And when we got to the counter, it got awkward. Brother Long walked up, didn’t even look around, grabbed a black bra, and was about to go pay. I felt something was off, so I stopped her. I didn’t know how to buy bras either, but instinctively, I felt like it couldn’t be that simple.

Brother Long held the bra. The two of us stared at each other for a long while. Then I took the bra from her, pressed my hand against it, closed my eyes to feel it for a moment, then opened them and nodded.

“This one’s too small for you.”

The sales clerk instantly lost it. She covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

I pretended not to hear.

After hearing me say that, Brother Long just kept staring at me without making a sound—

I figured there was no point expecting Brother Long to handle this, so after thinking it over, I sighed and stepped in myself, picking through the bras at the counter.

Brother Long raised the bra in her hand and said helplessly, “Stop picking. Just get this one.”

She was probably in a hurry to get home and play games, so she felt a smaller one was no big deal.

But I thought this should be like buying shoes. It was better to get the right size, maybe even slightly bigger. The problem was, Brother Long didn’t know her cup size. I knew some basic terms about women’s bust sizes, like A and D, but only in the roughest sense. A meant flat, C was normal, D was pretty big, and G was explosively huge.

The store had a steady flow of people. Actually, guys came into places like this too. Usually they were there with their girlfriends, carrying a bunch of shopping bags and trailing behind helplessly, while the girls skillfully picked out bras. Sometimes they’d act cute, hold one up to their chest, and ask if it looked good.

Our situation was probably reversed. Brother Long followed behind me, looking a little impatient, while I stood at the counter picking bras... If I held one up to my chest right then, turned around, and asked Brother Long if it looked good, I’d probably make the news the next day.

As I picked through the bras, I could vaguely feel all kinds of eyes in the store gathering on me—

And that sales clerk who’d laughed earlier was now cheerfully following me around, probably finding the whole thing hilarious. At the time, I didn’t know the store could measure directly, and the clerk didn’t tell me either. She just stood there grinning like an idiot and watching the show behind my ass.

At first, I wanted to compare them against Brother Long’s chest. But her short skirt outfit was tight, and her chest already looked like it was about to spill out. On top of that, measuring through a layer of clothing wouldn’t tell me much. Left with no choice, I picked the dumbest method possible—

That’s right. I was going to feel them one by one.

Under the smiling gaze of the clerk, and under the faint but constant wash of attention from the store, I let out a mournful sigh inside and started feeling the bras one by one. As for whether the size was right, it was basically all by instinct. The key was simple: close your eyes and feel with your heart...

I didn’t even try that many, and it only took a few minutes, but it felt like I’d been doing it for years. I picked up one bra, closed my eyes, felt it for a while, then opened them and showed it to Brother Long... When I looked, it was lace too, but I couldn’t be bothered to keep trying, so I nodded and said, “This one should work.”

Brother Long was standing off to the side with nothing to do, looking pretty impatient. When she heard me say that, she didn’t say anything. She just glanced at the bra in my hand, then looked up at me. I did my best to keep my eyes straight on her. The upper half of the bra was semi-transparent, and below it was a ring of fluffy black lace trim. It was sexy as hell...

But Brother Long still nodded, took the bra, and went to the register to pay—

And then came the climax. The clerk who’d been following behind me quickly walked to the register, scanned the tag with the barcode gun, looked at me with a bright smile, and said, “Little bro, we can measure you directly here. You don’t have to feel them one by one.”

My face froze for a second, and all I could do was put on an awkward smile to match—

People in the store were all whispering and looking at me, but inside, my heart was completely still. In Old Shen’s words, at that moment I thought of Hand of Noxus, and wanted to chain this clerk straight into a Last Breath.

Brother Long didn’t say anything either. She just carried the bag with the bra in it and went straight home with me.

After the interview, because the internet café provided food and lodging, Brother Long planned to stay there starting tonight. She went home to pack her things—picked up the half carton of Red Golden Dragon cigarettes she’d left at my place, stuffed it into a plastic bag, and left.

The internet café needed personal information, like an ID card and stuff. Brother Long used the excuse that hers was still at home and delayed it, saying she’d go get it later. Luckily, I’d already handled the ID issue...

My mood was still a little complicated. Some time ago, just dealing with the ID problem alone had nearly wrung my brain dry...

And there was something I still hadn’t dared tell Brother Long.

Brother Long’s ID still had her old male identity on it. Because she said she wanted to get a part-time job, I’d originally planned to go to the police station and update the information. At first I thought changing personal info would be simple. But when I got there, I realized I didn’t even know how to explain it. I couldn’t exactly walk up to the front desk with Brother Long’s old ID and say, “Sorry, my friend turned into a woman overnight. She wants to change the gender on her ID. Can you help process that?”

That was when I realized that after Brother Long became a woman, it wasn’t just that she’d lost her dick, and it wasn’t just that she’d grown two heavy things on her chest—

It was that one person had vanished from this world forever, and in his place appeared someone with no proof of identity, no household registration, not even a nationality.

Back when Brother Long had just turned into a woman, she’d been living at my place the whole time. She stayed home most days and didn’t go out much, so I hadn’t even noticed the problem. It wasn’t until she said she wanted to interview for a job, and I remembered that work required ID, that I suddenly realized how serious it was.

For those few days, I visited the old man in the mornings, then ran all over the place in the afternoons. I tried every method I could think of to get Brother Long some kind of household registration. The first thing I tried was taking Brother Long’s old ID to the police station and lying that she’d had gender reassignment surgery and wanted to change her registered sex.

When I got there, they asked me for hospital certification, notarized documents, and a bunch of other messy stuff from judicial appraisal departments. I stood there dumbfounded for a while, said I’d go back and get them, then slunk home in defeat.

The second method I thought of was reporting to the police that Brother Long had no legal identity and letting them handle it however they saw fit. No matter what they did in the end, whether it was a fine or something else, they should be able to issue her a new identity. But the risk was way too damn high. For all I knew, state security might come knocking. This kind of thing could be big or small. Maybe they’d think Brother Long was a foreign spy...

There was actually a third method too—

Have Brother Long steal something, or get into a fight, and then get detained by the cops.

Once she got taken in, they’d discover she had no ID. If Brother Long played dumb about everything, then after they checked her bone age, the station would probably issue her a new identity for free. Once the detention period ended, she’d be able to enter society with a normal identity...

Of course, I thought about that one and immediately passed on it.

Later, I was almost speechless. I really had no moves left. I originally wanted to just call Young Master Feng and ask him to handle it, but when I thought about it, I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. What was I supposed to say? Tell him Xiaolong was actually Bai Hailong from before, that he’d turned into a woman overnight, and now the household registration was hard to deal with, so could he take care of it?

So in the end, I sat there choking on my words over the phone for a while, then asked Young Master Feng to lend me ten thousand yuan and said I could probably pay it back in a few months. After all, with money, anything could be handled. That line of thinking shouldn’t have been wrong.

Young Master Feng was pretty straightforward about it. The money came through in less than five minutes... I stared at the incoming transfer and had a headache for a while, then thought hard for half a day. In the end, I gritted my teeth and came up with the ultimate solution—

I calculated Brother Long’s age. She was twenty this year, so that meant she was born in 1999. Then I called Young Master Feng again and asked him to help get an orphanage adoption certificate dated to 1999. He seemed to be at a restaurant at the time and sounded completely baffled, but I told him it was an emergency of the highest order. He thought for a bit and said he’d give me an answer that afternoon.

I had to say, Brother Long’s luck was actually pretty good. At the time, Young Master Feng happened to be at that Huixing Grand Hotel from before. His father was there entertaining guests and had brought him along. Later, after it was done, he told me he’d asked around a little and it just so happened that one of their subsidiary companies had a boss who used to be the director of an orphanage. Young Master Feng had a sweet mouth. He toasted the guy, called him “uncle” a few times according to seniority, and asked him to help with the matter. The man took it seriously too, and by the time the dinner was over, the whole thing had been arranged.

In the end, I took the faxed documents Young Master Feng sent me and went straight to the police station by taxi...

Then, following procedure, I registered the adoption—

That’s right. The story began.

Twenty years ago, a kind-hearted couple adopted a baby girl from an orphanage.

The baby girl lived happily in their home, but good times didn’t last. Because work kept them busy, the couple had to leave town for jobs. This kind-hearted couple also had a son. Since their relatives were busy investing and doing business and had no time to look after him, they had no choice but to hire a nanny to care for the two poor children at home...

The two children grew up carefree, but tragedy arrived right on schedule. One rainy night, the baby girl came down with a high fever that wouldn’t break. The nanny hurriedly carried her to the hospital, only to discover that the parents back then had been careless legal idiots and had left behind a complete mess.

According to our country’s Adoption Law, since the family already had one child, after adopting the girl, she could only count as an over-quota birth. And because they’d left in a hurry without paying the family planning fine, the girl had never been registered in the household system at all.

For a moment, the nanny panicked too. But because the girl had no household registration, the hospital refused to treat her. Left with no choice, the nanny could only go to a pharmacy, buy medicine, and feed it to the girl, hoping she’d get better... Luckily, she was a healthy baby to begin with. Before long, the cold finally passed, and she was lively and playful again.

But the nanny fell into deep worry. This child had no registration papers to begin with, and the only other person left in the house was a baby boy, who had no ability to take care of his little sister. If the girl got seriously sick again, she wouldn’t be able to go to the hospital. If something really happened, the nanny couldn’t possibly bear that responsibility.

The nanny herself didn’t make much money, and she had children of her own to raise. If anything really happened to the girl, she wouldn’t be able to separate herself from the blame, since the child had been under her care. The couple would definitely hold her responsible... Left with no other choice, she abandoned the two children. When the parents heard about it overseas, they were frantic and started looking for another nanny, but once the nannies heard about the family’s situation, they all made excuses and refused.

Since the parents truly couldn’t get away from abroad, they had no choice but to send the boy a considerable amount of living expenses every month and let him stay home by himself, be a man, and take good care of his little sister. The boy agreed.

After that, because she had no household registration, the girl couldn’t even go to school. Every day, she could only stand painfully at the door and watch her playmates carry their schoolbags and walk off to school chatting and laughing with others...

And just like that, twenty years passed!

Only recently, our country finally opened the two-child policy, and the girl could finally regain an identity... She no longer had to hide in the shadows. Like other children, she could receive normal treatment at hospitals and walk openly under the sunlight!

Let us all answer the call of the two-child policy and thank the nation!

Thanks, Party!

I sat on the sofa, thinking back to the whole story I’d spun at the police station, and the front desk staff’s utterly stunned expressions. Wordlessly, I covered my face...

That’s right...

Brother Long successfully registered her into my household.

Legally speaking, she’s now... my younger sister with no blood relation to me...