The cross-dressing's a damn success.
If you can even call it that…
Anyway, the big deal now is how to draw a crowd at the festival.
I blink at the mirror.
Under the light, you can kinda tell I'm a dude.
No matter how much tape they use, my frame's still a guy's.
"Hmm…"
Still, it's wild.
Makeup and hair make *that* much difference?
I'm not thinking, "Wow, I'm pretty, let's do this forever." Nah.
My real look's better, obviously. Cross-dressing ain't my thing. Chicks don't dig this shit either—it's just fun for events.
But I'm a bit hyped.
If I can look this good as a girl…
Could I look hot as a guy?
Maybe with some makeup and hair tweaks…
That thought's got my heart racing a bit. Maybe? Me?
I fiddle with my bangs in front of the full-length mirror. When the hell do I take this makeup off?
A scream hits like a thunderbolt. "What the fuck are you doing?!"
Shit, I jump.
The girls on their phones charge at me, yelling.
What… what's the deal?
Their eyes are burning like they're possessed.
"What're you trying to do?" one snaps.
"I… I'm gonna wipe this makeup off…"
"Why the hell would you do that?" another barks.
Well, uh…
I can't walk around like this all damn day.
I've got class soon!
My mouth gapes, panic rising. Why's this feel bad?
"I've got class in a bit," I stammer. "Can't go like this—"
"Why the fuck not?" a senior cuts in.
…Huh?
They grab my hand, stopping me from wiping anything.
What… what?
"You're going to class like that, dumbass," one says.
Why the hell would I?!
Their eyes glint darkly.
"Gotta test the reactions," another says.
"We spent hours on that makeup, you shit."
What kinda reaction test?
---
I underestimated cross-dressing.
Makeup's fine. Makeup I can handle…
But this skirt? No way, you assholes…
Every step, cold air slips between my thighs.
And my boxers? Freezing breeze right through.
This ain't it. This is *not* it!
"I can't! No fucking way!" I yell.
"Why not? You haven't even tried," a senior says.
I'm trying right now!
I'd rather die than go to class like this! I'm dead!
"Then die as a chick," one snaps.
What?
Scariest shit I've heard recently.
They drag me to the lecture hall, skirt swishing.
This ain't right! Everyone's gonna stare!
"Hng… fuck…"
Tons of kids are already seated.
No escaping now…
Class is soon, no time to wipe this off…
"It won't get found out. No way," a senior says.
"Just act confident. Acting weird makes it suspicious," another adds.
This is a nightmare… a damn hellscape…
I thought serving drinks like this was bad? This is insanity.
No back door, so I'm forced through the front.
Gotta check attendance soon… I swallow tears and dart in.
"Fighting!" a senior yells.
Fighting, my ass…
At least it's not a physics class.
Lots of students, so I can hide in the back.
I hustle to the rear and sit. Cold sweat's pouring. I feel like a damn super-gay.
"Yawn…"
Maybe they don't care.
Some kids glance over…
Probably just eyeing the new "girl" in class.
It's fine… I'll bolt and wipe this off after.
"Hmm…"
Class feels normal, chatter going like usual.
Guess they really don't care.
Was I overreacting?
The professor comes in, does attendance, and no one bats an eye.
Thank god… though my ass is sweating buckets.
Oddly, the girls stare more than the guys.
Like, *who's this chick?* vibes. Am I getting checked out? Nah, no way.
"Fuck, this is boring," a senior mutters outside the door's window, looking disappointed.
What, you thought some crazy shit would happen?
Unless the professor calls, "Joonhyung, solve this on the board," no drama's coming.
You demons…
"Shit."
If this was physics, that could've happened.
Me, in a skirt, solving problems at the board?
Thighs out for everyone?
Hell no, I'd jump out the window first.
I prop my chin, smacking my lips.
Getting dragged to soccer was better…
---
"Damn it."
I'm half-giving up now.
They drag me to the convenience store, the field, wherever.
But people don't seem to clock me. They barely look close.
If I was obviously cross-dressing, it'd be, "Holy shit, it's a crazy homo!" But I guess I pass the test?
I sit on the field, watching seniors play soccer.
The girls vetoed me joining, so I'm just chilling.
Feels like I'm turning into a damn gay…
*Sniff sniff.*
"Why the fuck do I smell good?" I mutter.
The seniors sniff my head as they pass.
Fuckin' hell…
Must be Juha's shampoo.
Ran out and grabbed hers at the store.
Big mistake.
Or maybe it's the makeup and perfume?
"Ugh…"
I sprawl out, legs spread, staring at the sky.
The girls went to class.
Now's the time to wipe this off.
[500,000 won deposited.]
Juha.
Money's in, our way of knowing each other's alive. Kinda fucked up.
Lately, the deposits are bigger, more frequent.
Checked the fourth video late.
That night Juha came to school, we got smashed and passed out.
Couldn't make it home, so we crashed at a motel.
No clue why she filmed it…
Feels like, "Motel's pricey, might as well."
Phone footage, kinda rough, but somehow hotter for it.
"Fuck…"
Problem is, Juha was drunk off her ass, doing all kinds of wild shit.
The craziest? That position.
She's sucking me off, lying on top, her pussy right in my face.
My clueless face, getting smeared…
That wet, musky smell? That was *her*? Shit…
Never thought I'd get jumped like that in my sleep.
At least she didn't grind on my face.
Drunk Juha sitting on me? I'd have suffocated.
Drunk Juha…
Kinda hot, not gonna lie.
I pass out first when we drink, so I can't do much.
But it feels like the shuttle-driver wall comes down, which is nice.
That night, boundaries got real loose. Lately, they're looser than before.
*Twitch.*
Fuck! Thinking of that video got my dick jumping.
Not now, you idiot!
I cover up quick, turning away.
If the seniors saw, I'd go from "cute cross-dressing Joonhyung" to "psycho gay Joonhyung."
"Joonhyung!" a senior calls.
"Y-Yeah?" I stammer.
"Grab some water, man."
Yes, sir.
I calm my junk and sprint for water.
"Joonhyung, you gotta play a round," another says.
"Maybe."
If I slap on pants, I could run.
The bangs piece is nice—hides my forehead, which I'm self-conscious about. Makes running less stressful.
"Man, I want a massage from Joonhyung," a senior mutters.
Huh?
All eyes snap to her.
Her face goes pale.
"No, shit, not like that, you freaks!" she yells.
"Warning one," another teases.
"Crazy massage freak," someone laughs.
"No, fuck, *you* guys are the weird ones!" she snaps.
"Joonhyung massaging in that outfit? ETA would lose it," another says.
It'd cause a riot, for sure…
Best not to get photographed.
"Joonhyung…" a senior says.
"Yeah?"
"Cover up with a damn blanket," she says.
Just don't look at my legs, damn it!
This gonna make things weird with the guys?
They got all hyped and made me do this… shit.
---
"Ugh."
Bored as fuck.
Juha sighs, rolling off her bed.
Poker's dull, YouTube's dry.
PC bang gaming's boring alone.
Need someone to make it fun.
Everyone's busy with college or jobs, no one to hang with.
Instead, Insta stories flood in.
Trips, designer bags, new boyfriends—bragging galore.
The most eye-catching? Girls who got surgery.
Eyes, noses, lips—completely unrecognizable.
They change *that* much?
Juha touches her chin.
Her eyes, her nose.
She's thought about it, but it's a hassle.
No guarantee it'd turn out good.
She shuffles out in Crocs, wandering the neighborhood.
Only thing interesting lately? OnlyFans.
Kinda a shady rep, but she doesn't hate the attention. Didn't expect this much.
Comments like "Wanna nut in her," "Wanna knock her up," "Wanna make her my slave" piss her off…
But she knew what she signed up for.
"Even getting ad offers," she mutters.
Didn't know OnlyFans got those—lingerie, accessories, condoms, weird-ass products.
She'll check them later.
"Ughhh."
Back at the playground.
She flops on a bench, head back.
Reaches for her pocket—nothing. Shit.
The playground's dead quiet.
Used to be full of kids, but since she started chilling here, they vanished. Rumors about the "scary delinquent unemployed chick" taking over, which she doesn't know.
"Fucking sucks."
Thought about shopping for luxury stuff…
But family drama came up, so she sent money home.
Just earn more, right?
Her family thinks she's scraping by with part-time jobs.
She's grown, they figure she's handling it.
They haven't done much for her, so asking for cash annoyed her, but… family.
She sent it all, and it's tanked her mood.
"Ahhhh!"
I wanna mess with Joonhyung so bad.
Only fun thing left, damn it.
Juha pauses, fidgeting with her Crocs.
[Hyunsoo: Yo, what's up?]
[Hyunsoo: Lol what u doing?]
Who's this dumbass?
Thought it was Joonhyung.
"Only idiots hit me up…" she mutters.
High school was better.
Friends are pointless now.
Grumbling, she shuffles home.
Maybe get a job…
Won't last, though.
Yawning, she climbs the stairs and freezes.
Some crazy chick's crouched by her gate, head down. What the hell?
"…You're here?" the chick says.
"Fuck, you scared me!" Juha snaps.
It's In-ha.
Thought it was some psycho…
Why's she here?
"School?" Juha asks.
"Didn't go," In-ha says.
"You can skip uni?"
"Dunno. Three times, maybe."
Her vibe's off.
Usually high-energy, now she's sunken like a shipwreck. Hair's a mess, eyes hollow.
…She fucked up.
"What'd you do?" Juha asks.
In-ha laughs weakly at Juha's sigh.
"Damn it, at least ask if I'm okay," In-ha says.
"I'm fucked," she adds.
"Took you longer than I expected," Juha says.
"Fuck you…" In-ha mutters.
Juha laughs, punching in her door code. "What's up? Come in and spill."
In-ha stands, dusting her ass off.