Chapter 20: Hair Tying Practice
After enduring Sister Bai’s repeated torment, a hint of fatigue appeared on my face.
At this moment, I was wearing a women’s inner lining, paired with a dark, layered chiffon skirt, and the layers of partially transparent lace adorned the skirt.
This time, the lower half was also complemented by a pair of black stockings, which Sister Bai personally helped me put on while teaching me how to avoid snagging them.
I had already lost count of how many outfits I had changed, from trying on dresses to the current short skirt—Sister Bai’s suitcase was truly capable of holding a lot.
I kept marveling at this fact while being forced to change outfits.
Although this set of clothes felt quite ordinary, pairing it with the witch cloak immediately elevated its status, bringing out that unique witch aura. Indeed, witches should wear women’s clothing.
Moreover, even though the witch cloak was dark, it had a lightly see-through fabric texture. I realized that the cloak had some adaptive coloring, which made choosing it more versatile.
While Sister Bai was busy, I picked up the witch hat nearby and put it on my head.
My long hair flowed freely behind me, giving a whimsical feel.
Actually, Sister Bai hadn’t taught me much about tying hair yet; after all, I had no experience in these matters, and I still had a rubber band on my wrist, ready to try.
“After changing so many times, you must be a bit tired, right?”
“Yes, I’m exhausted.”
I answered frankly. After all, there was no need to be polite with Sister Bai, and I really had been tossed around for quite a while.
It was the first time I felt Sister Bai was so dedicated to something; she clearly didn’t pay much attention to herself. Why act just like an ordinary girl who loves to look pretty?
This time it really was tough on me…
“I’m sorry, consider this my reward for buying you these new clothes. I spent quite a bit of money on so many outfits.”
“Okay.”
I didn’t complain since I genuinely benefited from this, and Sister Bai was just finding an excuse for me to accept it.
“You’re so cute~ Seeing how understanding you are, Xiao Han, I feel so relieved.” Sister Bai hugged me tightly, using her broad and ample embrace to give me a splash of face wash before I could react.
This was the first time I experienced Sister Bai’s face wash!
In the past, I intentionally maintained some distance from Sister Bai, almost as if there was an unspoken understanding between us.
It felt like that understanding was being shattered now. Such an intimate gesture was difficult for me to digest. Could it be that Sister Bai liked me?
Suddenly, this thought fluttered through my mind, making my heart skip a beat…
Impossible, it can’t be. Sister Bai probably just treats me like a close friend. Although I wasn’t sure how close friends interact, this did seem quite normal.
Besides, how could there be so many lesbians in the world? Sister Bai knew I was already a girl, and I couldn’t even bring her happiness, so it wasn’t likely that she would like me, right?
Also, while I was still a boy, I didn’t notice any signs that our pure friendship was changing in nature.
I heard that girls’ views on lesbians were similar to boys’ views on gay people; they find it hard to accept and dislike it when people interpret close interactions between friends as yuri behavior.
And if Sister Bai really liked me, why didn’t she take advantage of me when changing clothes? At that time, I was the easiest to take advantage of.
Sister Bai was simply helping me in a very normal way, teaching me how to wear these clothes, including skirts and underwear, such as hooks and ties.
Sister Bai seemed to always regard herself as an older sister, something I had never considered…
“Xiao Han~ Let me help you style your hair. Now you need to try tying your hair yourself. Letting it hang freely looks great, but it can easily get messy, and many outfits don’t suit loose hairstyles.”
At this moment, Sister Bai interrupted my thoughts. I didn’t notice when she had a comb in her hand, and she stood up to come behind me.
I sat up straight, no longer as lively as I was when changing clothes. I felt more like a young girl getting ready, quite mellow.
I felt Sister Bai’s hands go through my hair, and the comb smoothly glided through each strand. So far, my hair’s quality was quite nice—at least there weren’t any knots. I was genuinely afraid of getting a knot and having the hair pulled at the roots; that pain can really make one’s scalp tingle.
“Your hair quality is very good~ Remember to take care of it often. Hair is a girl’s second life, so you must protect it.” Sister Bai whispered in my ear.
“Yes, I will.”
I nodded slightly; after all, I didn’t want to go out with messy hair. That would be terrible.
If I were still the boy I used to be, I could ignore others’ opinions, given that I was a boy, so why bother with so much? But things were different now.
It’s truly amazing how changing genders can change one’s mindset.
But I had to admit that styling hair was quite a technical skill. If you’re not practiced, forget about doing it well, especially tying hair behind your head—that’s something I definitely need to practice more.
“Xiao Han is still a bit unskilled at tying braids. How about you let your Sister Bai try?” Sister Bai looked at my attempt with a bemused expression before finally letting her own hair down, her long hair cascading behind her.
“Then I won’t hold back~”
My eyes lit up. Given such an opportunity, how could I not give it a try? Since Sister Bai was so proactive, I naturally wouldn’t be polite.
Then my hands glided through Sister Bai’s hair, and the texture was even better than mine!
I was already reluctant to let go, but I hadn’t forgotten that I was here to learn to braid.
Moreover, being a beginner, Sister Bai had naturally taught me the easier techniques, which were mostly ponytails with various styles like high ponytails, low ponytails, or fluffy styles.
Of course, making them look good required effort. So far, I still thought the simplest hairstyle was to tie up some hair at the middle or ends, which gives a sense of constraint while keeping it from flailing everywhere.
This hairstyle would look particularly striking if worn over one shoulder, giving a dangerous appearance, akin to those anime characters who never end well…
But, in this world, such taboos don’t exist.
