Ji Yuannian, you’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you.
Ji Yuannian, you’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you.
Ji Yuannian, you’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you.
Even after fleeing back to her bedroom and locking the door, that haunting, deep male voice still seemed to echo by her ear.
Her heart pounded wildly, her mind went completely blank, and she felt as if something small was madly crashing about in her chest, like it wanted to leap up her throat and burst out, yet it could never break free.
She pressed her hand hard against her heart, trying to calm her chaotic breathing, but the more she tried, the less she could control it.
In a sense, Jiang Chi wasn’t wrong.
A boy like Ji Yuannian, strong-willed and domineering since childhood, always having the final say, basking in the attention and flattery of others—once she encountered a chance that required no consequences, no cost, she’d finally unleash her long-suppressed nature and play wilder than anyone!
Because she was a boy, her parents always taught her she had to be tough, no tears allowed.
Because she was a boy, her temperament had to be boisterous and righteous, she had to become the pillar holding up the sky, bearing all responsibility.
Because she was a boy, she had to fit the world’s definition of a man: short hair, muscles, a powerful physique.
If nothing had changed, Ji Yuannian would have kept walking this road, right up to marriage, raising children, and burial in the earth.
But now, that twist of fate had appeared—her “Ji Qingchan” identity.
The false identity of “Ji Qingchan” gave Ji Yuannian a whole new web of relationships, free from the burdens of her past, no need to worry about the future, and no longer shackled by worldly opinions.
She admitted she did want to toy with Jiang Chi’s feelings, but even more, she wanted to experience a brand-new life in a whole new identity. She longed for crossdressing, she longed to dress as a woman openly and proudly, no more hiding in shame as before.
She looked forward to her boyfriend’s kisses, hugs, being lifted high; she hoped for someone who could unconditionally embrace and comfort her, so that even if the sky fell, she could hide in her boyfriend’s arms without having to shoulder the blame.
She looked forward to… a life completely different from “Ji Yuannian,” a life where she didn’t have to conceal her interests, desires, or temperament—a woman’s life fulfilling all of Ji Yuannian’s male fantasies about women.
People say you can’t have both the fish and the bear’s paw, but with her double identity, she really could. She could be the powerful, domineering Ji Yuannian, enjoying others’ admiration, and also the Ji Qingchan who could plunge into her boyfriend’s embrace, act spoiled, play naughty, and be accepted for who she was.
“Damn it!”
A delicate fist pounded heavily against the wall, Ji Yuannian’s cheeks burning bright red from rage and embarrassment. That brat Jiang Chi was just too perverted! Seriously! Seriously! Wasn’t he afraid—
At that thought, this “big sister” couldn’t help rubbing her thighs together a few times, a tingling numbness shooting up from her toes, making her whole body tremble uncontrollably.
Feeling the dampness on her hips and pants, Ji Yuannian’s face first went red, then flushed deeper with shame. Her gaze fell on the single bed, where a few sets of men’s clothes Jiang Chi had bought for her were laid out. She reached out, just about to pick them up.
Suddenly, her eyes unconsciously drifted to the pink suitcase at the bedside—the one holding “Ji Qingchan’s” dresses.
In the living room, Jiang Chi had just finished dinner and was about to clear away the dishes when the bedroom door slowly opened. A seductive, curvaceous big sister stepped out.
Cropped top baring her midriff, miniskirt, black stockings, long hair cascading to her waist—she was the very picture of sultry allure.
Noticing Jiang Chi’s gaze, the big sister showed not a hint of shyness. Instead, she lifted her chin, placed her hands on her hips, and declared boldly, “What are you staring at? Never seen a handsome guy like me before? Also, those men’s clothes you bought—I can’t wear a single thing!”
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only wearing women’s clothes for myself, just to get the art photos done quickly. Hurry up and let me go home!”
Hearing this, Jiang Chi lowered his head slightly, his face twitching uncontrollably.
He clearly remembered that the men’s clothes he bought for Ji Yuannian were tailored for someone 1.8 meters tall, and to accommodate those two mounds up front, he’d even gone for a loose fit.
And now… she couldn’t wear them?
His gaze drifted down to the big sister’s tightly stretched chest. Heaven only knew how the cropped top, sized for “Ji Qingchan’s” 1.63-meter frame, managed to fit onto the tall, busty Ji Yuannian.
She kept insisting she was a tough guy, yet the moment she saw women’s clothes she just couldn’t look away.
Sure enough, a ts girl was all talk—her words and actions never matched.
Sensing the man’s gaze lingering on a certain part of her, Ji Yuannian grew instantly vigilant. She glared, shouting, “What are you staring at! I’m a man! Jiang Chi, are you gay or something?!”
As the big sister spoke, her chest heaved up and down, swaying with each breath, her face tinged with pink, her fair skin and those faintly visible rosy tips making her all the more captivating.
So hot…
That was the only thought in Jiang Chi’s mind.
If this were his Qingchan, he’d have already pinned her down right here. But right now, she was still Ji Yuannian, not “Ji Qingchan.”
At night, the bedroom that once belonged solely to a girl now housed a man. The man leaned over the desk, pen in his right hand, furiously scribbling in a blue diary.
“How To Actually Feminize Ji Yuannian: A Practical Manual”
Just like Ji Yuannian’s “How To Make Jiang Chi Cry His Eyes Out: A Practical Manual,” this was Jiang Chi’s way of returning the favor.
What is a ts girl?
The pen in the man’s hand paused.
He thought back to today’s Ji Yuannian in that tiny crop top and black stockings, then, after a moment’s reflection, continued to write.
ts girl: A man’s straightforward, unconcerned soul, fused with the kind of charming, envy-inducing appearance only a woman possesses, creating a strong sense of contrast.
Some of their actions aren’t intentional, but because of that carefree masculine soul inside, they end up possessing a unique charm.
At this, Jiang Chi’s eyes grew a little darker.
Thinking it through, he finally understood why his Qingchan used to go braless so often, had no sense of gender boundaries, loved sleeping nude, and liked to snuggle naked in his arms.
He’d thought those were “Ji Qingchan’s” exclusive benefits for her boyfriend—a little test of male willpower.
Turns out it was this kind of misunderstanding all along.
He flipped a few more pages in the diary, and his eyes were met with lines and lines of tiny script—Jiang Chi’s customized feminization plan for Ji Yuannian, guiding her step by step towards feminization, so that from the shell of “Ji Yuannian,” a new “Ji Qingchan” with both female charm and mindset would emerge.
On feminization, Jiang Chi had recently consulted a vast array of materials, ranging from web novels, to the testimonials of pseudohermaphroditic surgery patients, to gender studies.
He broke feminization down into three core points: physical feminization, psychological feminization, and spiritual feminization.
Physical feminization: Outward appearance gradually shifts to female, possessing all female traits, pregnancy, childbirth, lactation, and so on.
Psychological feminization: Adopting some ways of female thinking, a reversal of gender stance, growing interested in things women like—makeup, handbags, luxury goods—yet still retaining some attachment to her male past.
Spiritual feminization: Completely letting go of her old male self, fully embracing her female identity, leaving not a trace of masculinity.
Another page turn—this time, tracking progress.
Step one: Make Ji Yuannian love women’s clothes (√)
Step two: Subtly nurture in Ji Yuannian’s heart the idea of “wanting to be a woman” (in progress)
If only jiang chi knew 😞