004. Is This Crossdressing?
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Lin Nan took a deep breath, struggling to control his surging emotions.
I must say, this transformation magic is quite impressive. Even though it’s obvious he turned into a woman at first glance, with his facial features and shape still faintly resembling his original self. It’s as if Lin Nan just went to a hospital for a little plastic surgery and threw on some makeup.
His skin is now a smooth, glossy white, with meticulously shaped willow-leaf eyebrows, full, rosy lips, and his eyes seem bigger, sparkling with a flirtatious glimmer.
Even his entire frame seems to have shrunk, with broad male shoulders now appearing slimmer, making the already-tight maid outfit fit him snugly.
Upon closer inspection, he realized the vibe he exuded was eerily reminiscent of the Lilith he remembered.
Lin Nan was dumbfounded by his own transformation.
Am I really that beautiful? Isn’t this a bit over the top?
If it had been a few days ago, Lin Nan would have freaked out seeing himself like this, but now, under Lilith’s influence, he surprisingly felt a twinge of delight, even considering the idea of staying this way forever.
But after nearly two decades as a male, and not recalling Lilith’s memories daily, those strange thoughts couldn’t shake his commitment to being a man.
“Alright!” he shouted towards the door.
Chen Yao had been waiting impatiently outside and immediately pushed the door open. He stepped in, and then just froze in place, completely dumbstruck.
I must admit, seeing this guy’s jaw drop is quite amusing.
“Is it okay?”
“Absolutely! You look absolutely stunning in that dress! Your skin looks amazing!” Chen Yao gushed, stepping closer, taking Lin Nan in from head to toe, and exclaimed, “No wonder you wear sweatpants every day!”
No, it’s just that the sweatpants are comfortable and loose!
Lin Nan didn’t want to linger in this form too long; otherwise, who knows what psychological issues might arise. He quickly shifted back to business. “So, I can play a game on your computer now, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll boot up the recording software for you.”
Chen Yao’s throat felt tight; they had known each other for seven years, but he had never realized how charming Lin Nan could be.
Chen Yao quickly looked down, too shy to continue staring, and changed the subject, “Are you sure you didn’t put on makeup?”
“Not at all. You didn’t give me any makeup,” Lin Nan responded a bit flustered.
Before long, Chen Yao had the recording software ready. He stood up, glanced at Lin Nan, but then caught his breath, fearing he might turn to stone. He quickly turned his back to Lin Nan and walked out of the bedroom, nervously reminding, “I’ve set up the game for you. Just jump in and start playing.”
“Got it.”
Like a man on the run, Chen Yao dashed out of the bedroom, shut the door behind him, and wiped the sweat from his brow.
He glanced back at the door, his heart still racing, “Why is Lin Nan suddenly so stunning? He couldn’t have fried his brain a couple of days ago, could he?”
“Thankfully, I know he’s a dude.”
He mumbled to himself as he plopped back down on the couch, pulled out his phone, and aimed to play a few games. However, that enchanting figure kept haunting his mind.
“But he’s a guy, so where’s the cleavage? And why does he have long black hair?” Chen Yao puzzled aloud, recalling that captivating appearance and feeling an odd stirring in his heart.
Meanwhile, inside, Lin Nan was anything but comfortable in his maid uniform.
Subjectively, he despised this outfit and the female traits that came with the transformation. Yet, his mind had been infected by the centuries-old enchantress Lilith, leaving him feeling unexplainably cozy and pleased.
It felt like stumbling upon a wallet stuffed with ten grand. While he knew deep down he should return it to its owner or report it, many would entertain the less honorable thoughts of keeping it.
Lin Nan kicked off the game, trying to toss aside the distracting thoughts and strategizing on how to win.
He had already noticed that his gaming skills seemed to have dropped significantly. Once in the game, he immediately muted all players and got to work with a clear mind.
This time, he realized he wasn’t worse off; it was as if he had that skill level, but his brain sent commands too fast for his hands to keep up.
In simple terms:
Brain: I got this!
Hands: Huh?
Having absorbed Lilith’s essence, Lin Nan vaguely understood what was happening.
Every soul’s match with its body is unique. Since Lin Nan absorbed Lilith’s soul, the mismatch led to a disconnect between his thoughts and actions.
Something like that…
As he played, his mind swarmed with confusion, making him nibble on his lower lip and frown in concentration while recalling Lilith’s hundreds of years of memories.
In the midst of his recall, his performance in the game plummeted again, and after notching a miserable 0-15 score, he finally got the wake-up call he needed, realizing he had let his team down. He quickly decided to focus, but by then, a surrender had already been initiated. The game ended in fifteen minutes. GG.
That score was enough to bring a tear to his eye. Aside from his newbie days, he had never felt this tortured in a match.
Calming himself down, Lin Nan shifted back to normal attire and dispelled the transformation magic before marching straight out the door.
“Finished?” Chen Yao, who had been waiting, sprang up, “Did you finish faster than a match of Honor of Kings?”
Chen Yao looked at Lin Nan again, but the breathtaking beauty from moments ago had returned to a mundane appearance, making him feel a hint of regret.
“Got a fifteen-point loss.”
“Impressive! The opposing team must really stink?” He hurried forward, eyes darting, while still managing to compliment, “Fifteen minutes isn’t bad. I can edit a video in under ten.”
On closer inspection, Lin Nan’s features, although unchanged from earlier, no longer had that jaw-dropping aura.
However, he noticed Lin Nan’s face didn’t look too great and casually said goodbye before heading home.
Chen Yao didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just the aftereffects of crossdressing, as he walked into his bedroom and glanced at the game statistics on the computer screen.
“0-15?”
