Chapter 28 Chapter 28: You're Pretty Cute Part 2
Xu Yecheng sighed inwardly and picked up his clothes, walking into the bathroom—just in case He Xiaohan suddenly came back.
He reached up and brushed aside the hair hanging over his face. The unfamiliar weight on his chest still made him uneasy. Bending down, he put on his shoes. The socks felt a bit loose, so he rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out a fresh pair, slipping them on. He stamped his feet a few times. Yeah, they fit perfectly.
Tucking the clothes under his arm, he stepped into the shower area. He locked the door behind him and hung the dress on the overhead rod. Taking a deep breath, he felt his heartbeat quicken—again. There was nothing he could do about it...
It had to be done.
He stripped off his shirt. The mirror reflected a slender, fair-skinned girl with smooth, delicate curves and full, rounded breasts. Standing there completely bare made him feel utterly vulnerable.
He sucked in another breath, but his eyes accidentally drifted downward—and caught sight of those two small, pink points. Blood instantly rushed to his head, making him dizzy.
It felt... terrifyingly real.
Exactly like the diagrams from his high school biology class.
He still felt uneasy. His palms burned with heat, while his chest tingled with a strange, unfamiliar sensation—tightening slightly, reacting in a way he’d never experienced before. This nuanced, vivid sensitivity felt utterly alien.
This is how the other gender feels…
The realization made his face flame crimson.
Get a grip—there’s no time for this nonsense!
He glanced up at the mirror again, only to be confronted by his own flushed cheeks and exposed upper body. Instantly, his embarrassment deepened.
He picked up the soft bra resting nearby and let out a resigned sigh in his mind.
It’s your own body now…
He tried to mentally reassure himself.
Pressing the bra against his chest, the soft fabric amplified his sense of shame tenfold. He fumbled slightly as he reached behind to fasten the clasp. As soon as it clicked shut, he immediately felt a little short of breath.
It wasn’t overly constricting—it actually fit quite well—but the sensation was just… weird.
Being a girl really isn’t easy…
Another sigh escaped him.
He loosened his pants slightly, his heart hammering so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest.
Good grief… I never imagined that at twenty years old, I’d actually be putting on panties.
He slid his lower garments off. The moment the fabric left his skin, a wave of intense vulnerability surged through him.
Come on, you’ve already touched yourself—you know exactly how your anatomy works. You’ve seen plenty in those… adult films. What’s there to be shy about?
The thought sparked a strange, competitive pride within him.
Panties: equipped.
Now the empty feeling between his legs felt overwhelmingly pronounced. Wearing panties was just… bizarre.
He took another steadying breath and began putting on the dress.
After some struggling, he finally managed to get the dress on. He smoothed the hem—it fell just below his knees. His legs felt oddly bare and exposed, yet the dress was undeniably cooler than his usual clothes.
He ran his fingers through his long hair. The black French-Hepburn-style gown draped elegantly over his frame, accentuating his slender waist and graceful silhouette. His naturally cute features now carried an unexpected aura of sophistication—almost like a femme fatale.
Well, it helped that he was objectively good-looking. Even in this getup, he didn’t look bad at all.
He tugged at his hair lightly. The strands weren’t messy, and the dress elongated his figure nicely—though it was a shame his legs were hidden.
Should I try a mini skirt next time?
—Wait, what was he even thinking!?
He smacked his cheeks lightly, certain he’d lost his mind.
Taking another deep breath, he calmed himself and double-checked for anything out of place. Everything looked fine—just a normal, strikingly pretty girl. Nothing hinted at Xu Yecheng hiding beneath the outfit.
All set. He’d head out to meet the boss in the afternoon.
He was still a bit anxious—he didn’t want to keep the manager waiting, especially since the job had been reserved just for him. He quickly sent a message:
“I’m on my way.”
“Great! What’s your name?”
“Xu Yecheng.”
He typed his real name.
“Got it. Will you be coming in girl clothes directly?”
The manager added another Anya-smile emoji after that.
“Yes. And please—don’t call me by my real name…”
“Then what should I call you?”
Xu Yecheng paused to think. He needed a feminine alias.
“Xu Wanning,” he finally replied after a long moment.
“Perfect! Miss Wanning, just come directly to the café this afternoon,” came the reply. “Can you make it before 3 p.m.?”
“Yes.”
Reading her message, Xu Yecheng suddenly got a bad feeling.
Something about this manager felt… off.
Sure, girls deep in otaku culture tended to be more open-minded…
But he still had a nagging sense that trouble was coming.
This whole thing felt like an embarrassing roleplay.
…
After changing back into his regular clothes, Xu Yecheng planned to head to the restroom in the science building to switch into his outfit again.
But there was one tiny problem:
Should he use the men’s restroom or the women’s?
If he went into the men’s room and someone saw him come out fully dressed as a girl, that would be awkward—but probably just chalked up to a mistake.
But if he entered the women’s restroom before putting on the mask… well, that would make him look like a total creep.
After weighing his options, he decided: better to risk the men’s restroom. At worst, people might think a girl accidentally walked in. A guy in the women’s? That was straight-up pervert territory.
Backpack stuffed with his女装 (feminine attire), Xu Yecheng sneaked into the science building and slipped into the restroom like a seasoned pro.
Once fully dressed, he used his phone as a mirror for a final check. Satisfied, he cautiously opened the door.
No one around.
He exhaled in relief, though his nerves were still taut as wires.
What if someone recognized him?
He swallowed hard, silently reminding himself: *Act ladylike. Be graceful. Just… don’t get exposed!*
The thought of being outed filled him with dread—it would be the ultimate social death.
He took a deep breath. His own soft, delicate breathing echoed in his ears.
His emotions were a whirlwind—nervousness, excitement, anticipation, and fear all swirling together inside him.
First, he’d stash his backpack in a locker by the sports field, then head straight to the café.
As he descended to the first floor, a flash of white suddenly darted past the stairwell entrance. Xu Yecheng gasped sharply.
He Xiaohan, clad in a lab coat, turned at the sound—and saw a girl standing at the top of the stairs.
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