When "Isabella" was not called by that name, she was once a student in the Heavenly Dynasty. Before becoming a member of the "Transverse Party," she had a loud name consisting of three characters: Liu Caihua!
For those who have a rich imagination, please imagine the moment when you walk on the street and occasionally pass by a classmate who loudly shouts your name. In those few seconds, I guarantee that the attention of all the pedestrians on the street can be drawn to you.
Liu Caihua went to the same school and grade as Wang Xiaole. While being loved by teachers as a "study god," her outstanding appearance earned her the reputation of "campus beauty."
However, let me repeat: people have two sides. Liu Caihua, who is considered a model on campus, starts to establish emotional connections with "them" when she returns to her solitary home every night. Their identity is none other than a vast collection of adult novels, specifically the popular "yellow books."
Although she doesn't have an exaggerated quantity like "one hundred thousand and three thousand books," she definitely has two or three thousand. Reading these books is her greatest sexual interest.
During the period of continuously reading "The Staircase of Human Progress," Liu Caihua's mentality underwent a change. She became especially averse to the opposite sex, and the reason for this change in her psychological mindset is actually quite understandable.
When a girl reads tens of thousands of stories about humiliation, forceful acts, and group incidents, and when the perpetrators of these invasions are usually portrayed as males, it's only natural that she would occasionally have wild fantasies when interacting with male classmates. For example, wondering why a male classmate suddenly initiates a conversation with her, or speculating whether he wants to find an opportunity to get close to her and then forcibly commit a crime when she relaxes her guard in a secluded alley.
Or, why does he want to buy me a drink? Could it be that he wants to secretly add some drugs, so that when I unsuspectingly drink it, my body becomes sensitive and he takes advantage of the opportunity to pounce on me and pin me down... (omitting ten thousand words)
As a result, she became afraid to trust the opposite sex anymore. The typical desires that accumulate during the teenage years gradually transform into a special kind of affection within her. Yes, she developed a sexual interest in girls and nurtured what is commonly known as a "yuri" emotion.
Oh, yuri is great! Because almost all yuri literature describes more harmonious flirting scenes, without coercion or training, just pure affection.
Liu Caihua decided to find a girlfriend, but unfortunately, none of the girls in the school shared her sexual orientation. In addition, she had high standards, which made her "search" quite challenging. Furthermore, Liu Caihua dislikes Wang Xiaole, and the reason for this dislike is summed up in one sentence: "Liu Caihua? Are there still unfortunate kids with that kind of name these days? Such a poor choice made by parents." Wang Xiaole said this without any malice, purely expressing his feelings, and genuinely considering the other's difficulty. However, when he was in the corridor, complaining about his sister's name, Liu Caihua happened to hear his lament in the classroom. In an instant, the vulnerable part of her heart was violated. Wang Xiaole was unaware that the two of them were just separated by a classroom door, and he accidentally expressed his thoughts at the entrance of someone else's classroom. If there were no other classmates in the room, Liu Caihua's neatly arranged teeth would have surely left their mark on Wang Xiaole's skin after the incident. It was from that day onwards that a rift formed between the two of them, and one of them, throughout, had no idea what the name of the person they disliked was. She had objects of hatred as well as objects of affection, but the person involved was completely unaware that the person they loved and hated was actually... XXXXX Even the greatest of people have a dark history that they cannot mention to others. And for Wang Xiaole, an ordinary person, this is even truer. Looking back now, the thing he regrets the most is when he, purely out of financial concerns, had to wear the dress that he had always detested.The whole thing started with a proposal;
On that day, due to the need to make a living, Wang Xiaole reluctantly followed the instruction of a heartless boss and came to a private live streaming room to embark on a completely new career;
He did so only to obtain the promise of a high salary from the boss, a strong temptation equivalent to three times his normal wage, enough to shatter his principles.
Note, not as a boy, but disguised as a teenage girl after putting on female clothing!
On a certain public holiday, Wang Xiaole began his journey down the path of no return into the arms of Lucifer...
(From Wang Xiaole's perspective)
A set of women's dresses (with ridiculously short skirts) was placed aside, along with a pair of thigh-high black stockings and brand new women's shoes.
Looking at the things the boss had prepared for me, my face underwent a drastic change and my heart became heavy.
Honestly, when I was first tempted by the boss, my heart refused.
Because if someone asked me to crossdress, I would immediately change my clothes, without any hesitation;
First of all, I wanted to try it out. I didn't want my appearance after crossdressing to be captured by some busybody with a phone, edited, and then spread all over the internet with some special effects added;
Otherwise, a beautiful and tall "beautiful girl" would emerge with a "duang";
My classmates who know me would definitely come out and curse, saying that I'm not even a girl, at best I'm just a cute girl...
If it weren't for the fact that I had to pay the rent on my own and not fall into debt, why would I change into women's clothing in my hometown?
I convinced myself in my heart:
Isn't it just a month of odd jobs?
What is this, what is this?
A real man can be yielding or unyielding, can be soft or tough;
At most, my rationality would be thrown away. For the sake of the rent, I'll give it my all!
I took a deep breath and went to the wardrobe where the clothes were placed. After a fierce inner struggle, I finally started to move.
I hesitantly changed into the clothes, and as soon as I put them on, I started shivering uncontrollably.
As a 7-foot-tall man, how did I end up like this one day? It's really pathetic!
I put on the super short skirt that I had never dared to think of wearing before, and wore revealing clothes that could be described as "exposing. the. bones". I looked at myself in the mirror.
With a seductive and pitiful face, it easily arouses the desires of men;
Fair and slender thighs exposed to the air, during a certain period of time, my sluttiness would be exposed and I would be taken away to be punished;
There is also the intentionally half-open design at the chest, making it easy for guests to accidentally see my chest, which may lead them to associate my breasts with being poor.
Luckily, the boss didn't prepare any props for me, otherwise if I had to wear a curve with 36D padding, it would be better for me to self-destruct.
After changing into women's clothing, all that was left was the pair of black stockings in my hands.
As a man, instead of waiting to take off stockings from a girl, I put them on first...
I gritted my teeth, exhaled the deep breath I just took, let my mind go blank, and let my hands mechanically do the actions on my legs.
At the beginning, because I had never had a similar experience before, I appeared clumsy in my movements and almost tore the stockings several times;
Fortunately, although my movements were not careful enough, the quality of the stockings was very good, so nothing disastrous happened.
After a bit of struggling, I finally put on the stockings on my legs.
When I lowered my head and looked, I realized:
My legs are not as thick as I imagined, on the contrary, due to my height, they appear slightly tall and slender.
The three important characteristics of being slim, long, and straight are reflected on my legs without any discount.
From the calves to the thighs, the streamlined shape doesn't reveal any excess fat;
If it were in a romantic place, just by showing off these legs, a bunch of "wallets" would eagerly gather around.
...But I'm a man!
What use is it to have a pair of long legs?
After dealing with the clothes and stockings, all that's left is hairstyling.
This doesn't pose a challenge to me. The boss sympathetically put a makeup manual in the dressing room before;
I had never put on makeup before, so I followed the instructions in the book. Could I end up creating a monstrous face?Considering that I was working in a familiar city, I planned to transform myself into a completely new look later; I wanted to make sure that no one who might coincidentally pass by would recognize me for a hundred years!
I went to the table next to the bed and took out various cosmetics from the drawer, such as eyeshadow, false eyelashes, eyebrow pencils, and wigs. I silently complained in my mind, but I also had to thank the mastermind; if it wasn't for their careful preparation of these things, I would have had to reluctantly go to a women's store and buy makeup alone, without any opposite sex accompanying me...
At that time, it wasn't that I didn't want to be myself, but rather that I had lost the qualification to be a human being.
There were several styles of women's wigs, seemingly giving me the freedom to choose.
Black curly hair, blonde bob, double ponytail...
I couldn't help but think and directly chose a long black straight hairstyle for myself; the length of the hair was about twenty centimeters below the shoulder, with neatly trimmed bangs on the forehead and slightly curled ends.
The reflection in the mirror, maybe alluringly beautiful, captivating the attention of countless onlookers with just a blink of an eye. It's possible that I chose the wrong gender at the time of reincarnation, but that remains unknown.
But no matter what: I would never accept how I looked in women's clothing!
I swear that this will be the last time, and no matter what unexpected situation arises in the future, I will never dress as a woman again!
And at this moment, facing the "beautiful girl" in the mirror, there are four words that I must say:
"I... am so pathetic..."
After everything was ready when I entered the room, it seemed like I was just waiting to start the live broadcast;
The identity card used for registration seemed to have been obtained by the boss through improper means. I completed the registration in one go, and it was tied to the boss's bank card.
I opened the live streaming page, but the "start" button was not being pressed. Countless thoughts surged in my mind:
The live broadcast is about to start, can I really do this?
Will I be recognized by someone familiar who happens to enter the room and then be labelled as a pervert?
