Chapter 9 Chapter 9: Cross-dressing Is Also a Strategy... (3)
Xu Yecheng was utterly speechless.
*Worn it again... out of nowhere...*
He sighed, stood up, and looked into the mirror. There it was again—that unfamiliar yet oddly familiar face staring back at him.
It’s already so late… Even if I’m wearing it, it shouldn’t be a problem. That guy’s already fast asleep anyway.
Reassuring himself, Xu Yecheng bent back down to finish washing his clothes.
*Why can’t such a gorgeous girl be my girlfriend?*
He thought with a helpless sigh—unaware that the very expression on that face—lips slightly pursed in mild frustration—was itself undeniably alluring.
When it came time to wring out the clothes, he found he barely had the strength to twist them.
*Must be too exhausted lately…*
He sighed again but did his best to squeeze out the water before hanging everything neatly on hangers and carrying them out to the balcony.
As he passed Zheng Wenxuan’s bed, he glanced guiltily toward him. Sure enough, Zheng was deep in sleep, and once again, the blanket had tangled itself around his legs.
Under normal circumstances, Xu Yecheng would’ve gently tucked the blanket back over him without hesitation.
But right now—in *this* form—it was best to avoid doing anything that might wake him up.
Xu Yecheng hurriedly hung up the clothes, quickly tidied the bathroom, and dragged his weary body back to bed.
He reached up and pinched his own cheek. The skin felt soft, supple—smooth and delicate to the touch, nothing like his usual rough, acne-prone face.
*Damn, I really envy this texture.*
He didn’t expect to be drop-dead gorgeous—just wished his skin wouldn’t constantly break out or get oily the second he slacked off on his skincare.
*But how do I take this thing off…?*
He let out another helpless sigh.
*What if I say my own name?*
He tried it—nothing happened.
*Yeah… guess it really does need someone else to remove it.*
Yawning, he checked his phone. It was already midnight.
*Alright, time to sleep,* he murmured to himself. *I’ll just have Zheng call my name tomorrow morning—that should do it.*
The mask didn’t feel strange on his face at all—no pressure, no discomfort.
Reassured, he pulled up the blanket and lay down.
Exhaustion hit him like a wave. The moment his head touched the pillow, sleep swallowed him whole.
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The next morning, Xu Yecheng woke up naturally.
Still groggy, he opened his eyes—and immediately winced from a sharp sting in his eyes.
Something felt… off.
His “little brother” hadn’t stirred.
Normally, he’d be sporting a morning wood the second he woke up.
*Am I so worn out now that I’m… weak?*
Half-asleep, he rolled over and reached for his phone—but his cheek brushed against something soft and ticklish.
He glanced at his pillow and saw a few long strands of hair.
*Whose hair…?*
He bolted upright in shock—*since when did my hair get this long?!*
Sitting up caused his loose sleep shirt to slip off one shoulder. The fabric grazed his skin, sending another wave of ticklish sensation through him. Strands of hair brushed against his bare shoulders—and his face could feel them too, swaying gently with every movement.
*What the hell is going on…?*
His throat went dry. A dreadful suspicion began creeping into his mind.
His heartbeat quickened. His breath grew short.
And then—he heard it: his own soft, breathy panting… but in a delicate, feminine tone.
*“This is…”*
The moment a clear, melodic female voice came out of his mouth, his brain completely short-circuited.
*It’s gotta be a dream…*
He looked down—and froze.
Half-hidden beneath his sleep shirt was a pair of modest but unmistakably rounded curves.
His eyes locked onto them, almost against his will.
Thankfully, his bed was enclosed by a curtain—no one could see what was happening inside.
His chest skin now looked flawless like porcelain, and the hollow of his collarbone glowed with a faint pink tint.
Blood rushed to his head. His cheeks burned.
*Did I… turn into a girl?*
His gaze dropped lower. His already-short sleep pants now hung loosely around his hips, revealing long, straight, porcelain-white legs.
His palms grew hot. He reached down and gently pinched his thigh—soft, supple, undeniably feminine.
The sensation was so good he couldn’t resist giving it another squeeze… before pulling his hand back and, almost instinctively, reaching further down—
*Nothing.*
*Gone. Really gone.*
His heart dropped.
*Could it be… because of that mask?*
He tugged the slipping neckline back over his left shoulder, shifting slightly.
His whole body felt smaller…
He rubbed his arms together—of course the shirt felt loose now!
He grabbed his phone, opened the camera, and brushed aside the long strands of hair blocking his view.
And there she was—a girl with cascading dark hair, wide eyes, and a face that could belong on a magazine cover—staring back at him in utter disbelief.
*No way…*
“Holy sh—” he gasped aloud—then instantly clamped a hand over his mouth, remembering he was still in the dorm.
Yesterday, the mask only changed his appearance!
How the hell did it transform his *entire body* overnight!?
He was completely baffled.
Looking down again, he took in his new form: the gentle swell of his chest—not huge, but undeniably curvy; his waist now slender and delicate; his hips subtly rounded.
He looked exactly like a girl who’d accidentally thrown on an oversized boy’s shirt.
His head spun.
*So this… is me now?*
And worse—he was *absolutely* dancing on his own XP.
This was absurd.
His eyes drifted back to his chest.
*Well… it’s still me… right?*
His palms burned. His throat felt parched. His mouth went dry.
Trembling slightly, he reached out and gently squeezed one of the soft mounds.
The sensation—plush, springy, heart-stoppingly real—sent shivers through his entire body.
His hand fit perfectly around it. Another wave of indescribable feeling pulsed through him…
That strange, tingling warmth—he’d never felt anything like it before—made him quickly pull his hands away.
*This is so messed up…*
He scolded himself internally.
He never imagined that the first time he’d ever touch a girl’s body… would be his *own*.
A flood of complicated emotions washed over him.
He looked at his new body again and couldn’t help but marvel at how ridiculously powerful that weird mask really was.
Though… the empty feeling between his legs was seriously unsettling.
A new, horrifying thought struck him:
*If I can’t feel my “brother” anymore… does that mean… even* that *part turned into… a girl’s…?*
Just as the thought formed, a sudden, urgent pressure built in his lower abdomen.
*Oh no—*
“Ugh…” Zheng Wenxuan suddenly groaned from the other bed.
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