Returning to his room, Ji Yuenian changed back into his original clothes, placed the medicine on the computer desk, and then took a washbasin to fetch a basin of cold water.
Sitting in his gaming chair, he added some makeup remover essence to the water, watching as the sparkling liquid dispersed.
He bent down, dipping his hands into the icy water and gently rubbing them.
A faint brownish-yellow hue spread across the clear surface, like flowers blooming beneath the water or fireworks bursting in the night sky.
After an unknown amount of time, Ji Yuenian finally lifted his head and withdrew his hands from the water.
Wiping the droplets from his face, he gazed at his reflection—a somewhat handsome seventeen-year-old boy with a sturdy build.
But what stood out most were his hands.
Those hands were extraordinarily fair and delicate, like mutton-fat jade.
Ji Yuenian’s looks took after his father-decently handsome-but his hands were inherited from his mother, a born pianist.
Long, fair, and well-defined, with neatly trimmed nails, they looked like works of art.
For anyone else, such hands could easily land them a career as a hand model.
But for Ji Yuenian, the self-proclaimed “school tyrant” who aspired to dominate the campus, these delicate, feminine hands—lacking the dignified tan of healthy masculinity-were nothing but a burden.
That’s why he always applied a brownish waterproof cream before going out.
Drying his hands with a tissue, Ji Yuenian sat back in his gaming chair, turned on his computer, launched the streaming software, and swiftly @-ed all members in his fan group.
Ji Yuenian was a game streamer, though his viewership rarely exceeded 1,000 per stream-practically roadside weed status in the gaming community.
His streams covered a wide variety of games: StarCraft, League of Legends, Honor of Kings, Stellaris, Crusader Kings, Warhammer-he played anything and everything.
In short, he streamed whatever he felt like.
As the @-all notification went out, the number of waiting viewers in his livestream quickly climbed to 249, with comments flooding the chat.
“What are we playing today? StarCraft or League?”
“Red packets! Red packets! Dear streamer, your loyal servant humbly requests another generous red packet ( ́ow◊ `)”
“League of Legends! I wanna see the Zerg go on a rampage!!”
“You damn trickster!”
“City-building, bladder-busting marathon—go go go!!”
Ji Yuenian glanced at the time-only 8:18 PM.
He tapped his keyboard, the pale glow of the screen casting light on his somewhat handsome face.
“Hold your horses. Starting at 8:30. Today’s game: StarCraft, Protoss.”
“Hold the Moon”-Ji Yuenian’s streaming ID—was taken from a line in Ode to the Red Cliff: “Embracing the bright moon to end my days.”
While other streamers opted for cutesy names like “So-and-So Bunny” or “So-and-So Little Sister” to attract viewers, Ji Yuenian stood apart.
Why?
Because streaming was just a hobby for him, not a livelihood.
After his announcement, the chat gradually quieted down.
Unfazed, Ji Yuenian considered browsing short videos but then remembered something.
He pulled a single-sided silver coin from his pocket.
Balancing it between his fingertips, one side blank and the other bearing a design, he examined the raised profile of a man’s face-one that, upon closer inspection, faintly resembled his own features.
“Did I encounter supernatural forces?”
He murmured to himself in a low voice, recalling everything he’d experienced.
“This is for you, big brother. May your future life be as brilliant as a song, filled with infinite possibilities.”
The little boy’s warm words still seemed to echo in his ears.
Rubbing the male side of the coin with his fingertips, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
“Infinite possibilities? Could it possibly cure my illness?” he muttered under his breath.
Ji Yuenian had an illness—a psychological disorder: transvestism!
As a wealthy second-generation heir whose family ran a highly profitable clothing business, he wouldn’t have believed he had such a condition-one that severely compromised masculine dignity-had the doctor not repeatedly confirmed it.
At some unknown point, whenever he saw women wearing gorgeous outfits, an inexplicable urge would surge within him.
Later, he realized it wasn’t the women he was drawn to, but their clothing.
Ji Yuenian sometimes secretly wondered if this stemmed from childhood, when his mother used to dress him up in various outfits for fun.
Fiddling with the silver coin, as if guided by some unseen force, he flipped it to face the blank side toward himself.
Suddenly, a streak of emerald light shot out from the blank surface straight into his forehead!
“Holy shit!!”
Caught completely off guard by this sudden change, Ji Yuenian instinctively threw the coin into the trash and nearly fell off his chair, barely managing to steady himself by grabbing the table edge.
After what felt like forever, when he finally regained his composure, Ji Yuenian glanced at the live chat and found it exploding with activity.
“Awooo~ The streamer really is a beautiful sister! Such a sweet yet cool female voice~~”
“I admit it—I’m a voice connoisseur. No wonder the voice was always androgynous before she was using a voice changer!”
“Hey streamer, what were you swearing about earlier? Did your boyfriend sneak up on you?”
“That’s right, it was me. To the person above-I warn you to take down the surveillance footage of me and my ‘Moon-holder’ immediately.”
Female voice? Voice connoisseur? Boyfriend?
What the hell was all this??
Still reeling from the supernatural incident, Ji Yuenian’s mind was a complete mess as he instinctively cursed.
“What the fu—”
The words died in his throat as Ji Yuenian froze in place like a duck being strangled.
The voice echoing in the air wasn’t his usual bold, slightly raspy and domineering male tone, but an entirely unfamiliar one-clear, sweet, and melodious like a nightingale’s song, resembling a young girl’s coquettish voice.
Only now did Ji Yuenian realize something was wrong.
Everything around seemed to have grown larger-no, it was that she had become shorter.
Not just that, her chest now felt noticeably heavier, as if carrying two water balloons.
Looking down, beneath the oversized white shirt, glimpses of fair, plump curves peeked through, rising and falling with each breath—a mesmerizing sight of undulating waves.
For a moment, Ji Yuenian felt like her brain had been stirred into complete mush with a stick.
She stared blankly at the two pale mounds hanging there.
In disbelief, she pinched one hard.
Hiss! That really hurt!!
Then, as if remembering something crucial, she frantically reached downward.
“????????”
Her small hands stubbornly groped around her waist and lower abdomen, only to find nothing but an eerie, tender sensation.
Where’s my horse?
Where’s my majestic horse?
Where’s my grassland?
Where’s my lush grassland?
How could they all be gone?!
An unprecedented wave of panic and fear surged through Ji Yue-nian.
She hastily shut down her livestream, ignoring the uproar in her QQ group, and rushed to the wardrobe, flipping on the fluorescent light.
The bright room light stung her eyes slightly, casting a petite, slender shadow on the concrete floor.
She couldn’t care less now as she turned to look in the mirror.
I wish they didn’t alway become shorter, just one 6 ft tall ts could save so many lives
Holycow ur right and ur words are also daring lol I pray that u get a 6th foot tall woman in irl u deserve it🤣