Chapter 11: I’m Not Schizophrenic 1

“No, no, absolutely not! I’m not that perverted yet!!” 

Ji Yuenian shook his head fiercely, trying to rid his mind of the strange thoughts.

At this moment, it felt like two conflicting voices were arguing in his heart. 

One voice tempted him: “Life is short, why not give it a try~~ Besides, it’s not like you’ve never worn it before~ Think about cross-dressing~~”

The other voice staunchly defended his dignity: “No way! I’m a pure dude. What if I get addicted after gender-swapping and wearing women’s clothes? A cross-dressing fetish is already troublesome enough!!”

“Wear it!”

“Don’t wear it!”

“Life is short, why not give it a try!!”

“Get lost!! I’m a real man!!”

The two voices kept alternating, and Ji Yuenian felt like he was about to be driven mad by the noise.

“Stop, stop, stop…” 

Ji Yuenian covered his ears with his hands and whispered, “Stop arguing, stop arguing. I’ll try, I’ll try!”

With trembling hands, he picked up the silver coin from the ground and lightly tossed it. 

His long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his field of vision suddenly shrank. 

The top of the wardrobe, which he could easily reach before, was now out of reach even when he stood on tiptoe.

Blushing furiously, Ji Yuenian took a few deep breaths, pursed his lips, and slowly approached the wardrobe.

Aside from his cross-dressing tendencies, Ji Yuenian actually had another issue-though he wasn’t sure if it could even be called an issue.

Whenever faced with difficult choices, two voices would emerge in his mind, both representing options he wanted to choose, but ultimately, he could only pick one.

He had secretly consulted many doctors, afraid he might have schizophrenia or dissociative identity disorder.

Most of the advice he received was to relax more and indulge less in fantasies. 

These were just subconscious reactions, a variant of decision fatigue, and not signs of schizophrenia or dissociative identity disorder.

His gaze fell on a sweet and innocent JK uniform skirt, with a delicate lace trim at the knee. 

The skirt was short but exuded youthful charm, resembling the schoolgirl outfits from certain movies—and it perfectly matched Ji Yuenian’s preferences.

Life is short, why not give it a try.

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By the time the livestream was banned for excessive vulgar language, Jiang Chi still hadn’t received the promised white stockings gloves photo.

Baby Chi Loves Bathing [Private Chat]: “Where’s my pic?”

Hugging the Moon: “Hold on, I’m having an internal struggle.”

A few minutes later, a high-definition photo was sent. 

The young man leaned closer to the screen, his deep eyes fixated on the pair of small, white-stockinged hands in the image.

The sheer white stockings, the delicate and tender wrists, the smooth and fragrant backs of the hands, the slender and fair fingers…

With a dark gaze, he traced the contours of “her” white-stockinged hands, his own slender fingers unconsciously brushing against the screen.

He pressed down hard.

So… beautiful-

It was true that Jiang Chi had a cleanliness obsession, but he also had the normal interests of a man.

Baby Chi Loves Bathing: “Wait, your hands… why do they look smaller?”

On the gaming chair, Ji Yuenian glanced down at his own short, white-stockinged legs and small, white-stockinged hands.

Hugging the Moon: “The gloves are tight, so they look smaller.”

Hugging the Moon: “Wait, Chi-baby, you’re not gonna use my pic for that, are you!! Scary, shivering JPG.”

Baby Chi Loves Bathing: “No.”

Hugging the Moon: “Deep sigh of relief JPG.”

“Bao Yue: ‘Um, Chi Bao, if I told you I’m actually a guy, would you be disgusted?’

Chi Long Bao Bao Loves Bathing: ‘First, this isn’t the first time you’ve told me you’re a guy. Second, no, because I only like looking at your hands-I don’t care about your gender, let alone your appearance.’”

At the computer desk, a cute girl dressed in a pure and sweet JK uniform skirt rested her chin in her hands, pouting slightly as she read the message.

“What kind of playboy talk is this?”

After a moment of thought, her fair fingers tapped the keyboard again.

Bao Yue: “Chi Bao, do you think a guy who likes crossdressing is a pervert?”

Chi Long Bao Bao Loves Bathing: “No idea. First, I haven’t studied psychology, so I don’t know how to answer. Second, talking about others behind their backs is immoral. Third, I only like looking at your hands—that’s it. And finally, I have an 8 a.m. class tomorrow, so I’m logging off.”

As soon as Ji Yuenian finished reading the message, the other person’s avatar grayed out, signaling they had gone offline.

She clicked on another unread message marked with a red dot.

Miao Miao Xia [Private Chat]: “Bao Yue, I’m so sorry! Today I ran into a really, really bad guy who ruined my late-night snack, and then I had to prepare a Valentine’s gift for my teacher, so I couldn’t catch your stream.”

Miao Miao Xia: “Sorry meow~~. Miao Miao apology sticker”

Bao Yue: “It’s fine. Get some rest.”

After handling that, Ji Yuenian turned off the computer and spun around a few times in her chair. When she finally stopped, she glanced at the mirror nearby, where a girl in the reflection stared back.

A pure and sweet JK uniform-blue collar, tied with a ribbon, the slightly short top naturally revealing a slender, snow-white waist and navel. 

The skirt barely covered her thighs, concealing any indecency, while white lace knee-high socks gently hugged her legs, accentuating the graceful curve of her calves.

Ji Yuenian wanted to cover her face and laugh quietly.

Shame?

Not thrilling enough!

Crossdressing is a dangerous addiction!!

The girl blinked, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with innocent naivety, her voice sweet and clear. 

“Hello there~ Ji Yuenian~~”

Ji Yuenian pulled out a cigarette, and the girl in the mirror did the same. 

The metallic click of the lighter was followed by the faint sound of a flame igniting.

The delicate, white-stockinged fingers held the cigarette as the girl tilted her slightly flushed face upward, gazing at Ji Yuenian in the dark. 

Her clear, spring-like eyes seemed to speak, carrying a hint of mischief and playfulness.

She took a drag, exhaling a perfect smoke ring.

White mist curled upward, enveloping her entirely. 

Her youthful, innocent features were veiled in the hazy smoke, making it impossible to discern the emotions in her eyes.

“You are Ji Yuenian.”

“I am also Ji Yuenian.”

“So, when faced with infinite possibilities, will Ji Yuenian choose to remain a guy—or indulge in crossdressing to satisfy herself?”

The two exchanged a smile, neither offering an answer.

After venting and indulging in her antics, Ji Yuenian stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray. 

She lightly tapped her own head and muttered, “I feel like I’m definitely going to end up in the psych ward one day.”