I became my wife's bridesmaid.

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I Became My Wife's Bridesmaid
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Author: militant, Published in 2012 on hkcdfamily
militant=九天 (紫云家园)
(I) My Wife Wanted to Get Married
My wife and I were college classmates. We had a great relationship during our school years and got married right after graduation, becoming what is
known as "graduation marriage." I am an orphan; both my parents died in a car accident, and I was raised by my grandmother from a young age.
During my university years, my grandmother also passed away, leaving me completely alone. Fortunately, I had my wife by my side.
My wife is a year older than me. She also lost her father at a young age and was raised by her mother. Our similar experiences are
the reason we were able to come together.
We are from the South and started school relatively early. When we got married, I was 20 years old, and my wife was 21. Two years later,
our son was born. Looking at the faces of my beloved wife and son, I vowed to do my best to support this family. Those
few years were the happiest time of my life, with a harmonious marriage and an obedient son.
But this happy time did not last long. My wife worked in sales. After five years, due to her outstanding performance, she switched jobs and
became a sales manager at a large company, while I was still struggling on my path to becoming a journalist. Looking back now
, I realize that what was meant to happen will happen; I can't blame anyone else.
It all started when my wife bumped into her high school sweetheart, Zhang Qi, at a shopping mall. In high school
, Zhang Qi and my wife were considered the perfect couple, a truly handsome man and a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, because they were still in school, their teachers
and parents forcibly separated them. For many years, my wife buried her longing for Zhang Qi deep in her heart
, but she never forgot him. Suddenly, Zhang Qi reappeared in my wife's life as the deputy general manager of a client company. His
strong physique and exceptional talent once again deeply attracted her.
Zhang Qi also always thought about my wife, and because of her work, she had kept her marriage a secret. Except for a very
few classmates, almost no one knew she was married. As a single woman in her late twenties,
how could Zhang Qi possibly let go of such a golden opportunity? He first used work as an excuse to invite his wife to dinner several times. Because
he was the client, she couldn't refuse. After several times, her dormant passion was rekindled. From the dinner table
to the bar, from the bar to the bedroom, his wife "naturally" betrayed me and our son. And all of this, I was
kept completely in the dark.
Unfortunately, even good treatment can't save a life. One day, a friend of mine had a birthday party, and we all went to karaoke. To
my utter surprise, Zhang Qi was among the invitees. Of course, at that time I didn't know who Zhang Qi was
, but I immediately recognized my wife as his girlfriend! I was instantly stunned, almost
unable to stand.
My wife was also very embarrassed to see me there. But she was a saleswoman, and quickly adjusted her mindset
. Since she'd already been discovered, she might as well go all the way and chatted casually with her friends. Throughout
the karaoke session, I sat there motionless, like a clay statue.
I dared not face the truth, much less confront them and ruin my reputation. I watched helplessly as
my wife and Zhang Qi embraced intimately and sang a duet, unsure what to do. After a while, my wife
brought over a wine glass, pretending not to know me, and toasted me. I awkwardly accepted. My wife whispered, "
We'll deal with this at home."
When the party ended, Zhang Qi escorted my wife away, while I slunk home alone. Because of our
busy work schedules, our three-year-old son was staying with my wife's mother in our hometown.
I lay alone on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart aching. Two hours later, my wife returned
. My anger flared instantly, and I rushed over and slapped her. She didn't flinch, her eyes still
so gentle, as if she had just been tenderly caressed, not as if I had hit her. I was speechless.
My wife confessed everything that had happened in the past six months, saying she was now Zhang Qi's girlfriend, that she loved Zhang Qi,
but also loved me. I angrily said, "Can a woman love two men at the same time?" My wife
smiled gently, "You men can, so why can't we women?"
I suddenly remembered that I wasn't perfect at work either, and I had
ambiguous feelings for two pretty female colleagues. I was speechless.
I asked my wife what her next step was. To be honest, I didn't want a divorce, whether for the sake of the children
or for our years of marriage. My wife said casually, "I won't divorce you. You'll
always be my husband. But I'm going to marry Zhang Qi."
What? I thought I misheard. When did the Chinese women's rights movement reach this level? Can a woman
have two husbands at the same time? My wife patiently explained that Zhang Qi's parents had been urging
him to get married. My wife had already met Zhang Qi's parents as his girlfriend, and the couple were very satisfied with
their future daughter-in-law. The wedding was already on the agenda.
"But, if you don't divorce me, how can you marry him? Do you want to commit bigamy?" I asked in surprise
.
"Nobody said having two weddings is a crime. I won't register the marriage with him. I told Zhang Qi before that
we're both career-oriented people and don't want to use a legal document to hinder our career development. We'll just have a wedding
, not a marriage certificate, and Zhang Qi readily agreed." My wife was confident.
"But, but, what kind of relationship do we have then?"
"You're my husband, the father of my son. Emotionally and legally, you'll always be
my husband. I'm your wife, and also Zhang Qi's wife. To be honest, Zhang Qi doesn't even know you exist
. I told him that I broke up with my boyfriend after we had our son, and I'm now a single mother. Zhang
Qi is willing to accept our son."
I was speechless. My wife's progressive thinking surprised me. Of course I disagreed.
When I threatened to expose her to Zhang Qi, my wife immediately threatened to divorce me completely. Good heavens, I was furious
, but for the sake of our child, I really didn't want a divorce. My wife is indeed a business elite; she knew all along that
I didn't want a divorce, which is why she acted so recklessly.
Finally, I gave in. But then I raised another question: after she married Zhang Qi, would she still
come back to this house? Would she still live with me as usual? "Well," my wife hesitated for a moment, "there will
be a way."
If I had known that my wife would come up with such a solution, I would rather not have asked the question.
(II) Dressing as a Woman
After our last conversation, my wife simply moved out of the house and started living with Zhang Qi in a high-profile manner,
not returning for a week. A week later, my wife came back carrying large bags and packages.
"What are you carrying?" I asked irritably.
"I'll rely on these to see you from now on," my wife said proudly.
It turned out that after racking her brains, my wife had come up with a whimsical idea. I am petite,
three centimeters shorter than my wife, only 167 cm tall, with thin arms and legs, delicate features, and an Adam's apple that is almost invisible
.
In college, during an event, the college insisted on dragging a few guys onto stage to dress as women, mainly to make
them look ugly and have everyone laugh. I was one of those dragged along. Surprisingly, when I came out, I wasn't ugly at all
; in fact, I was quite stunning. Many classmates said it was a waste for me to be a man.
Of course, as a healthy male, I wasn't proud of such comments; in fact, I found them quite
offensive. But this incident gave my wife an idea. She had the audacity to suggest that I dress as a woman often and
appear as her best friend.
I wanted to slap her again! This was so disrespectful! She kept saying she loved me
, but was she treating me like a fool? Why did I have to be her best friend? Couldn't I just be her brother?
"But I've already told Zhang Qi I'm an only child. I can't just suddenly have a younger brother out of nowhere.
We're husband and wife, so we'll definitely be in a lot of contact in the future, and I'll be staying at home often. Since you can only
appear as a friend, you certainly can't appear as a male friend. If you become my best friend, even if I often come
home to stay, or even do some intimate things, Zhang Qi will just ignore it, right?" My wife
said smugly. "Aren't you afraid of being exposed?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Don't worry, your wife is a makeup expert, and with your natural good looks, you definitely won't be exposed
. The biggest difficulty for men dressing as women is their figure and appearance, which you have. Even your voice is
closer to a woman's, so it's too easy to make you look like a girl."
Although I was seething with hatred, I had to admit that my second-class disabled figure and high-pitched voice
were indeed good material for dressing as a woman. But the thought of having to watch him and Zhang Qi being so affectionate as his best friend
made my blood boil, and I absolutely refused.
Seeing my refusal, my wife brought up divorce again. Yes, she was in a position to divorce me now, but I
absolutely didn't want to. She had leverage over me, so I had no choice but to give in. Finally, I yielded.
The next morning, taking advantage of Saturday, my wife started doing my makeup. I was extremely unwilling, but helpless
, like a lamb to the slaughter, letting her do as she pleased. My wife carefully shaved the hair off my arms and legs
. I was already thin and pale, and usually, the thick body hair made me look somewhat imposing, but now, shaved
, I looked like a plucked limp penis, my limbs appearing white and tender, suddenly giving me a somewhat feminine look.
My wife then applied foundation, did makeup tailored to my face shape, shaped my eyebrows (I was heavy-hearted,
silent, and didn't care about being seen), and even put on false eyelashes. After all that fuss, I
felt a tingling sensation, a strange feeling welling up inside me. I even felt a bit like
a girl who had been made up.
After the makeup was done, my wife shooed me in front of the mirror. I have to say, my made-up face really did resemble a girl
; calling me a beauty wouldn't be an exaggeration. It was only thanks to the short men's hair that I could tell my gender.
My wife then pulled out a women's wig and gently put it on my head. Now, it was completely indistinguishable from a woman.
In the mirror, I looked like a monster with a beautiful woman's head but a man's body, almost like the Egyptian Sphinx
.
"Don't rush, we'll take care of the body more than the face," my wife said confidently. She skillfully pulled down my
underwear and grasped my penis. After several days without contact, my lower body was already ravenously thirsty. With her touch, I
instantly became incredibly aroused, standing proudly erect.
My wife smiled mischievously, pushed me onto the bed, and kissed me while rubbing me up and down. I was angry and
didn't reciprocate, but my wife was skilled enough to make me ejaculate quickly. Seeing my penis
drooping dejectedly, she wiped it and put a pair of women's underwear lined with a sanitary napkin on it.
My penis wasn't particularly thick to begin with, and after ejaculating, it was quite small. She pressed it down and
tied it with a bandage, and it disappeared completely
. Although it was still much larger than a girl's penis, it wasn't noticeable. My wife was very satisfied with her work.
She put a bra on me, padded with thick silicone. Then she dressed me in an imported shapewear set
. Unlike domestic shapewear, this set had an adjustable waistband, allowing for a tighter fit. My waist
was indeed lower, but I could barely breathe from the constriction.
Finally, my wife picked out a similarly sized tank top and skirt from her wardrobe and had me put them on
. I instinctively resisted, but I also wanted to see what I would look like in women's clothing after some adjustments, so
I awkwardly put it on.
My wife pushed me in front of the mirror, showing me my full appearance. Well, I have to say, after my wife's
adjustments, I almost completely lost my masculine look; I was practically a beauty. And my wife
deliberately dressed me to look younger, even concealing my already few crow's feet. It looked like if
I were a 21 or 22-year-old girl, no one would suspect a thing.
"All done. My dear husband, thank you for your cooperation. Now, we're going to take
the first step towards becoming sisters: going out!"
I exclaimed in surprise. To be honest, although I was quite confident in my appearance, the thought of going out in public still
made me very timid. But now I was at my wit's end, completely at my wife's mercy. My wife had even prepared shoes for me.
She specially bought me a pair of size 39 women's shoes and even got me a really cute pair. Reluctantly, I could only dejectedly
follow my wife out the door.
(III) Meeting a Rival On
the way out, we ran into our neighbor, Old Zhang. Old Zhang is the director of the neighborhood's owners' committee and
is quite familiar with everyone in the community. He greeted my wife warmly but only nodded at me. "This is my sister
, isn't she pretty?" my wife introduced her generously. Old Zhang smiled and nodded, showing an appreciative expression. I
almost wanted to disappear into the ground.
As if to deliberately provoke me, my wife added, "She doesn't have a boyfriend yet. Uncle Zhang, if you know any
good guys, please introduce her to one." She then winked at me. My face turned bright red; I was utterly
ashamed. Old Zhang said, "You young people love to joke. Such a good girl, why worry about finding a partner? Hehe
."
I followed her out of the community with my head down, my wife constantly reminding me to straighten my back and hold my head high. We have a car,
which my wife bought with her own money for work convenience. But today, she deliberately refused to drive, intentionally leading me along the bus route.
On the bus, I dared not sit or move, feeling as if all eyes were on me, as if
they could see right through me. My forehead was covered in sweat, almost ruining my makeup. My wife kept reminding me to wipe my sweat.
Suddenly, a young man wearing glasses stood up and said, "Miss, are you feeling unwell? Please sit here
." I quickly said no, but as soon as I finished speaking, I realized my voice was a bit rough, and afraid of giving myself away, I pretended to cough
twice and changed to a softer voice to say thank you.
The young man didn't notice my lapse at all, and just kept insisting that I sit. I couldn't refuse, so I sat
down, keeping my legs tightly together, afraid of exposing myself while walking. Seeing that I had sat down, the young man stood
beside me with satisfaction, but seemed to want to say something but hesitated. After a few stops, seeing that he was almost at his stop, he timidly approached
me and said, "Miss, can we be friends?"
"Uh!" I didn't react for a moment. The other person was clearly a novice as well, stammering and unsure how to
phrase it. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Could you give me your phone number?"
My mind went blank. To run into this as soon as I stepped out the door—it was so ridiculous! I looked helplessly
at my wife, casting pleading glances. My wife, barely suppressing her laughter, almost doubled over, and seeing my pleading look,
said to the boy, "Handsome sir, too bad, she's already married."
The boy, clearly unprepared, blurted out, "Married at such a young age!" Realizing his slip of the tongue
, he awkwardly squeezed towards the car door.
My wife bent down, smiling, and said, "You little vixen, quite the charmer, lots of suitors." I was speechless
, pretending not to notice her.
Once on the street, my wife led me through one women's clothing store after another. I used to accompany my wife shopping for clothes frequently
, so I wasn't unfamiliar with women's clothing stores. But today, shopping as a girl was a completely new experience for me, and
I felt incredibly awkward, as if my parents had been supervising me, making it hard to know what to do with my hands and feet.
My wife wasn't in a hurry; she used the tone of someone picking out clothes herself to gauge my preferences and help me gradually adjust to
the environment. Gradually, I regained the feeling I had when shopping with her before, becoming less nervous and even able to offer some
suggestions.
But my wife clearly had ulterior motives. Whenever I pointed out a pretty dress, she would deliberately
say that I would look good in it, leaving me with a wry smile. However, this tactic actually worked. After visiting several stores,
I gradually found my footing as a girl. Every time I looked at a dress, I would imagine myself wearing it
, and if I saw something pretty, I would try it on.
Eventually, my wife and I were just like any other two girls shopping.
The only difference was that, since we were two "beautiful" girls together, we attracted quite a few glances along the way.
Before I knew it, we had already bought two large bags of clothes. I intended to carry them myself as usual, but
my wife snatched a set from me and winked at me, as if to say that we were both girls and there was no need to be polite
. I felt a pang of discomfort, but I could only let her have her way. My wife took my hand with her free hand, and
we swaggered through the streets. We used to hold hands when we went out, but that was something
between couples or spouses. Now, it had become an intimate gesture between two girls.
As time went by, seeing that no one could discover my secret, I relaxed and my attitude gradually
became more open. As the streetlights came on, my wife and I walked along the bustling street, looking like a pair of sisters.
"Huihui, are you hungry?" My full name is Zhang Jianghui. My wife used to call me Huihui before we got married, but
for many years she has called me husband. When she called me that for the first time, I didn't quite understand.
"We've been walking all day, we're a little hungry." It suddenly dawned on me that we'd only had a little breakfast and
hadn't even eaten lunch. We were starving, but hadn't even realized it . That shows
how powerful shopping can be for women. But am I even a woman? *Sigh*.
"Someone's treating us tonight," my wife said mysteriously.
"Who's treating?" I couldn't help but wonder, but then it dawned on me—it must be Zhang Qi!
Good grief, my wife's got it all figured out! She's got me on the edge, lest I change my mind, and she's got everything sorted out in one day. Once I
meet Zhang Qi and acknowledge her as my best friend, it'll be too late to back out later. A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea,
truly unfathomable.
"You guessed it all. Haha, don't be nervous, even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws eventually." "You're the ugly daughter-in-law
!" I retorted angrily.
"When you see Zhang Qi later, be natural and say you're my junior from university, Jiang Hui. Be natural,
okay? Hehehe, whether this family can even exist depends entirely on your performance, Huihui."
A threat, a blatant threat. I was furious. But faced with her playful, yet firm, demeanor, I had no choice
but to suppress my anger.
Tall and handsome Zhang Qi stood at the street corner, waving to us as soon as he saw us. I have to admit, in terms of
appearance, I'm far inferior to this damned Zhang Qi. His elegant figure is something
even I, a man, would envy. Thinking of this, all my bravado vanished; I became shy and timid, like a little bride about to enter the family
.
"You idiot, why did you park the car so far away? Look how tired our beauty is!" My wife's face
lit up when she saw Zhang Qi, and she playfully punched him with her little fist. I felt a pang of heartache.
"Let me introduce you. This is my boyfriend, Zhang Qi, a top student from a university of science and technology, and the vice president of ShenTie Group.
This is my junior and best friend from university, Jiang Hui. You can call her Huihui."
"Huihui? Shouldn't it be Huihui?" Zhang Qi asked curiously.
"Oh, so her name is Huihui. Well, the little girl has recently become obsessed with 'Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.' Big Big Wolf
and Red Wolf's child is named Huihui, isn't that cute?" my wife said jokingly.
I almost spat out blood. Speaking of "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf," I'm actually quite familiar with it, partly because we
have a baby at home, and partly because my wife likes to watch it. But I never expected to be given such a cartoonish and childish
name and called "little girl." I couldn't help but laugh.
From the moment we met until we arrived at the restaurant, I didn't dare look Zhang Qi in the eye the entire way, mainly because I was afraid my anger would reveal my
true identity. Good heavens, there are actually husbands in this world who are afraid of their mistresses! Sigh, what can I do? I love this
family so much, but my wife is so unreliable. I can only accept my fate .
During the meal, Zhang Qi, mindful of the presence of outsiders, didn't show much affection to his wife, but she acted like a girlfriend
, sometimes being coquettish, sometimes complaining, completely ignoring me. Back then,
weren't we just as sweet together? My heart is breaking, breaking...
"Why isn't Huihui talking much?" Zhang Qi asked, trying to make conversation when I remained silent. "Oh, I'm
a little tired from shopping. You guys chat," I explained casually.
"Our little beauty is shy," my wife said, calling me "little girl" and "little beauty" without any restraint. Zhang
Qi laughed and said, "Hehe, it's okay. Your brother-in-law will take you out to play more often. You'll get to know each other better
." Brother-in-law? Damn, who's your brother-in-law? I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless. I
cursed his ancestors for eight generations in my mind, but I still had to pretend to be calm on the surface. "Thank you, brother-in-law." After saying that, I really
wanted to slap myself. So shameless!
My wife nodded at me with satisfaction.
"Does Huihui have a boyfriend yet?" Zhang Qi saw that I was silent again and continued to make conversation. "She's still young
, only 22 this year, where would she get a boyfriend?" My wife blurted out without any restraint. "
22 is a good age to have one. I didn't realize Huihui was so traditional."
What a load of crap! You can just say I can't get married! Huh? Why am I thinking like a girl
? 囧.
Zhang Qi continued, "I have an assistant, a nice boy. How about I set
Huihui up with him?" Set her up with him?! Mind your own business! You're just bored!
"Well, don't worry about that. I want to keep her with me for a few more years," my wife
said quickly, seeing that Zhang Qi seemed quite serious.
Zhang Qi felt awkward. He thought all girls liked to give themselves away, and felt his behavior was a bit strange
, but he didn't dare to ask. The dinner party passed in this awkward chatter.
When it was almost time to part, my wife said she wanted to stay at my place that night and asked Zhang Qi to drive us home. Zhang Qi readily
agreed. When we got downstairs, my wife said it wasn't appropriate for him to go into a girl's room, and that he should go home first
, and then sent him away.
As soon as Zhang Qi left, I angrily ignored my wife and went upstairs. My wife followed her, running all the way. When we got
home, she became like a docile little lamb, calling me "husband" over and over, which annoyed me
and I didn't know what to say to her.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
(IV) Changes
In the days that followed, my wife mostly stayed at Zhang Qi's house, only occasionally coming back to stay one night. She told Zhang Qi that
she had always lived with me before, and it was very difficult to be separated now. Besides, we weren't married yet, so we couldn't live together forever.
Zhang Qi was also busy, so he wasn't very clingy to his wife.
Every time his wife came home, she would dress me up in women's clothing and take me out for a walk. Sometimes it was to buy clothes, sometimes it
was just a stroll, saying it was to cultivate my feminine awareness. I was initially very averse to this, thinking, "
What do I need feminine awareness for, a grown man like me?" But she kept pestering me, and I gave in time and time again
. Over time, it became a routine. Sometimes, I would even start putting on makeup before my wife got home. Seeing
me cooperate like this, my wife was very satisfied.
She gradually started letting me do my own makeup. At first, I was very clumsy, and every time I did it awkwardly and
looked terrible. But after a while, like a good teacher making a good student, my skills gradually caught up with my wife's. Later, my wife
wouldn't even bother going inside the house. She'd call
me as soon as she got off work: "Grey, come to Starlight Plaza." As soon as she called me Grey, I'd quickly put on makeup, pick out some pretty clothes from the closet—I had more and more women's clothes
than men's—and go to the agreed-upon place to go shopping, then we'd go home together.
The changes accumulated little by little: under my wife's tutelage, my demeanor and movements became increasingly feminine, especially my
gait. Because of my masculine aesthetic sense, I walked more gracefully than most girls. My wife called me "husband"
less and less. Sometimes, from shopping to getting home, she'd call me Grey like a sister
, and I gradually accepted this. Later, I also got used to calling her Lin Mei, or even Sister Mei—
my wife's name is Lin Mei—and rarely called her "wife" anymore.
I saw Zhang Qi more and more often, often with my wife holding my hand as we went to see him. Zhang Qi was very gentlemanly
; he always treated me to dinner, karaoke, or other entertainment. Gradually, I got used to this relationship,
and my dislike for him began to fade.
Sometimes I could even joke with him, tease him, or even
make fun of the two of them, acting like his girlfriend's best friend. On one hand, I was extremely unwilling to see this change, but on the other hand, I was uncontrollably
sliding into the abyss.
I gradually accepted the fact that if I were truly my wife's best friend, I might be happy
to see this handsome couple become a couple, and Zhang Qi could be considered a good man. But the problem is, I'm a man
, my wife's husband, not some best friend!
There were a few minor mishaps along the way. For example, when I first started singing, I always liked to sing male
songs, which aroused Zhang Qi's suspicion. In his eyes, I was a lady and shouldn't be singing
songs for the opposite sex like a tomboy. After realizing this, I quickly learned a few more popular female songs, and every time I sang them,
Zhang Qi gradually forgot about it.
I'm actually quite athletic, good at badminton and billiards, and although I'm short, I'm not bad at basketball either
. But when I went out with Zhang Qi, I had to act like a clumsy girl, otherwise I'd easily give myself away.
It sounds simple, but it's actually quite difficult. Luckily, I paid attention to how girls who were learning to sing looked, and I managed to pull it off about 80
% of the time without arousing any suspicion.
My voice is naturally androgynous, and because I was always afraid of giving myself away, I deliberately imitated a girl's voice. Later,
my wife even said it was sweeter than a real girl's voice. But I haven't learned to be coquettish yet, though I believe that with my wife's strong
guidance, I'll eventually become a sweet little girl.
I started dressing in drag more and more frequently, and my demeanor became increasingly feminine, which began to affect my work. My colleagues
started looking at me strangely. Later, I made a snap decision, quit my job as a reporter, and became a full-time writer, spending
my days writing from home. Because of my life experience as a woman, my writing possessed both masculine rationality
and depth, as well as feminine sensibility and gentleness, and was often praised by editors. Sigh, after so many years as a reporter, I hadn't
made a name for myself. If I had known this would happen, I would have changed careers long ago.
Day after day, the masculine elements in my life gradually faded, and the feminine elements increased. I had
completely become accustomed to my female identity, and my mindset began to change. As a result, you would see my room becoming increasingly
tidy, the color scheme increasingly leaning towards pink, and even the number of plush toys on my bed was increasing—gifts from my wife,
gifts from Zhang Qi, and sometimes I would secretly buy one for myself. Six months later, my room basically showed no
trace of masculinity; it looked exactly like a room for two girls. And I, too, had gotten used to sleeping in women's underwear every night
and wandering around the house in women's clothes, even though no one asked me to do so.
My wife saw all of this. Things were gradually developing in the way she wanted, but she
didn't seem completely satisfied.
One day, my wife suddenly had a whimsical idea and said to me, "After all, I'm still a man. Although I'm slim, I still
have some muscles, and although my skin is fair, it's not as smooth as a girl's." I was used to her attempts to change me,
so I didn't argue and just asked her what to do. My wife hesitated for a long time, and finally, very embarrassed, suggested that I
try CI hormones.
Good heavens! Although I'm quite knowledgeable, I know that CI hormones can't be used casually. First, it can cause
liver poisoning and shorten my lifespan; second, a large dose of CI hormones means "chemical castration," and my
last line of defense as a man will be breached. I resolutely refused her unreasonable request.
But my wife is persistent; that's just the kind of person she is. Even if it's just a whim, once she says it,
she'll definitely make it happen! She launched a relentless offensive, using threats, seduction, and every
possible method. Later, she consulted a medical expert who claimed that plant-based Ci hormones wouldn't
harm the body and that controlling the dosage wouldn't cause impotence. Finally, I succumbed to her charms and, in
a moment of impulsiveness, agreed. From then on, I embarked on this path of no return.
(V) A Weight Loss Adventure
Due to the Ci hormones, my skin gradually became smoother. Because it was an external effect,
the results were significant; after six months, my skin was even whiter and more delicate than most real girls. At the same time, my breasts began to develop
, gradually transforming from completely flat to small breasts, eventually reaching an A cup.
I don't particularly like girls with large breasts, and I especially dislike large breasts. It's said that most Chinese girls are B
cups, and while A cups are smaller, they're not uncommon. That's enough; after all, I still need to dress as a man, and small
breasts are easy to hide—I can always say they're pectoral muscles.
My penis is indeed tending to get smaller, and sometimes when I'm intimate with my wife, I can't even get an erection
. Fortunately, I've been strict with the dosage. Although it's not as effective as before, it's not erectile
dysfunction, and I can still manage to get in. My wife seems very happy with this change, so I have nothing to
worry about anymore.
My skin is slowly becoming softer, and my muscles are gradually disappearing. My hips are starting to enlarge, my shoulders are slowly
becoming thinner, and my figure is becoming more and more like a teenage girl. The only downside is that with the increase in medication, my
weight has also started to increase, from 110 pounds to 115 pounds, making me look like a fat girl.
Following my wife's supreme instruction that "a beautiful woman shouldn't weigh over 100 pounds," I started a two-month grueling weight loss
plan to lose 15 pounds.
Weight loss battle, part one: running. Every morning, I wear women's sportswear, a small tank top
, leggings, and a headband, and run laps around the nearby high school.
Weight loss battle, part two: dieting. Reduce food intake, eat smaller meals more frequently, and replace high-calorie foods with fruit
.
Weight Loss Battle, Part 3: Bodybuilding. I signed up for an aerobics class and go on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings
to jump and dance with the OLs. I've also become a regular at the nearby gym, sweating
profusely on all the equipment.
Below, I'll introduce a few of my unexpected encounters during my weight loss journey.
One day, I was jogging on the playground when suddenly a soccer ball rolled in front of me. I looked down and saw it seemed
to be high school students playing around. A group of boys were shouting for me to throw it back, and a handsome young
man was running towards me. They probably thought that a girl like me wouldn't be able to pass the ball. Haha
!
Back then, due to my physical limitations, I wasn't a very good soccer player, but my passing was famously
accurate. I took a shot, and the ball traced two (?) beautiful arcs in the air, with the
handsome young man running towards me from afar right below. Huh? I forgot I was wearing sneakers today. One of the arcs was
left by my shoe, and what that handsome guy caught was definitely my shoe. The soccer ball, meanwhile, had gone way off course
. I almost died of embarrassment.
The handsome young man was clearly taken aback by the sudden turn of events, holding the shoe in his hands, unsure of what to do.
The players behind him kept cheering, some whistling, others yelling that he should put the shoe on for me
. Barefoot, I awkwardly hopped around trying to maintain my balance. In the eyes of those boys, a beautiful girl flying through the air with her
shoe, hopping on one foot, was undeniably youthful and adorable.
"Da Yu, dare to put the shoe on the beautiful girl? Dare? Dare? Dare?" The jeers and groans from behind grew louder
, and I helplessly continued my one-legged stance. The handsome young man awkwardly waved his hand behind him, pressing his hand down,
then patted his chest, meaning, "Shut up, watch me."
With that gesture, he quickly walked over to me, knelt on one knee, and actually pretended to put the shoe on for me. I
panicked immediately and quickly said, "No, no, I can do it myself." Unexpectedly, the handsome young man said firmly, "Classmate
, they're all watching." I was stunned, not knowing what to say, and watched helplessly as he, like
the prince putting on Cinderella's glass slipper, put the shoe on me. My heart pounded wildly, and my face flushed red
.
"Beautiful lady, which class are you in?" the handsome young man asked shyly. Clearly, this boy mistook me
for a student from his high school. These days, I've been using hormones, and my skin is much pinker, but I still look like I'm
21 or 22. Perhaps it's because I've just become (pretended) a girl, and my posture isn't yet skilled, my movements are as
awkward as a young girl's. Coupled with his preconceived notion that anyone from a school must be a student, he
was too shy to look closely and assumed I was a 17 or 18-year-old high school girl.
"Uh," I felt like a crow had flown over my head, "I'm not from your school."
"Can you tell me your name?" The boy was also inexperienced and nervous, not knowing what to
say.
I was amused by his embarrassed look and couldn't help but tease him: "Little brother, I'm much older than you
. You can't be so direct when pursuing a girl."
"Really? Then how should I ask?"
"You should say something like: 'Hey, are you hurt? I'm so sorry. Let me help you to sit over there.
Let's exchange phone numbers so it's easier to contact each other if needed.' And so on, maybe with a bit of luck, it might work out
."
"Oh, I see. Well, beautiful, are you hurt? I'm so sorry." Saying this,
he actually put his arm around my waist and lifted me up. My mind went blank. I thought, "Oh no, kids these days are really hard to mess with
. I thought he was just a shy little boy, but he's a master at playing the long game with girls." Me, a 26-year-old
man, a father, being lifted up by a high school boy? I was utterly mortified. I quickly said
, "I'm fine, please let go."
The handsome young man, carrying me (whose weight loss efforts have paid off ^_^) this 110-pound "big" beauty, was
panting as he walked towards the sidelines, saying, "Let's exchange phone numbers, so it'll be
easier to contact you if anything happens. I won't feel comfortable putting you down if you don't give me your number." This little rascal
was absolutely despicable.
In the end, to get away, I gave him my number. After that, he called me every few days
, his terms of address becoming increasingly intimate and increasingly lewd, from "sister," "Grey Sister," "Grey," all the way to "wife
"... Disclaimer: I'm not into young boys; I have no interest in them. But somehow, knowing someone likes
me makes me feel a little sweet inside. Uh... This won't do, I'm a man, the father of my child... No,
no, no...
At the gym, I always appeared as a woman. Gradually, the gym members got to know me, and the girls
started calling each other sisters. I even had my own circle of female friends. Of course, I also met a few boys, but
only as a girl.
Six months later, I really did reach 100 pounds, and I was practically all that was left of my manhood
. In short, I was becoming more and more like a girl.
But I really am a man!
(VI) Sorrow
As I gradually got into my role, my wife and Zhang Qi's relationship was also developing, and they were about to get married
. Zhang Qi's parents were both university teachers. The old folks were eager to have a grandson and kept urging their future daughter-in-law
to get married. They didn't know that their ideal daughter-in-law had actually married someone else six years ago
and had a four-year-old son. My wife felt no guilt whatsoever about this. In her
mind, as long as she could fulfill the elders' wishes, it didn't matter whether they knew the truth or not.
"Grey, tell me, Zhang Qi formally proposed to me in front of everyone yesterday. Tell me, should I
marry him?" my wife said softly as we lay in bed.
She no longer called me "husband," and I no longer called her "wife." Although we were still occasionally affectionate (like
just now), most of the time it felt more like two close female friends. Even though we were naked and embracing
, we both felt like we were embracing a sister, not a man. Even the way we hugged
had changed. Before, I would always hold her, but now she mostly held me. Sigh, what can I do? I'm
shorter than her, so I can only obediently hide in her arms.
"At a time like this, you still ask me. If you're not going to marry me, why should I go to all this trouble and make myself
neither man nor woman?" I said angrily, giving her a light bite on the chest. "**, actually
, after observing him for so long, Zhang Qi really is a good man. I think he will make you happy," I
said sincerely.
"Hey? Huihui, you're getting more and more disobedient these days, actually speaking up for him. Whose sister are you
?" my wife teased.
"Of course I'm your sister..." I suddenly realized I had misspoke, a sense of shame washing over me. "I'm not talking to you anymore
. Marry me or not, it's up to you." With that, I turned around and buried my face in the blanket.
"Good girl, good Huihui, of course I know you mean well. But... anyway..." my wife hugged
me from behind, one hand resting on my chest.
"Don't touch there!" I shook off her hand.
"Haha, Huihui, look at you, you're like a spoiled little girl. So pitiful!" My wife simply
hugged me tightly and started roaming over me.
We played and wrestled on the bed for a while.
"Alright, alright," my wife suddenly said seriously, "What should I do?"
"What do you mean, 'what should I do'? Why don't you want to get married?"
"First of all, if we have a wedding, my mother should attend, but you know, given our family situation,
I absolutely can't let my mother know. Where am I supposed to find a mother?" Even my wife has her worries.
"That's easy. Just go out on the street and hire any old lady as an extra. It's glamorous, you get food,
and a little extra money. Sometimes people will agree. You've already fooled so many people, aren't you afraid of fooling one more
?"
"That's true. But what about our child? Zhang Qi knows I have a son. He's very generous
and said he'll raise our child in the future. He even said he hopes the child can attend the wedding."
"Huh? Let your son attend the wedding! No way! His father isn't dead. Why should he watch his mother remarry
? It will have a bad influence on the child. Besides, our son is already four years old. Children speak without thinking. You can't expect
him to cooperate with you like I do."
"So, you see..."
"What other questions do you have? Just spill them all out!" I hugged the blanket, looking at this hesitant,
foolish woman, truly exasperated.
"One last question. The wedding banquet is easy enough. I've kept my marriage a secret for years, and not many of my work friends
know you. But I want my best friend to be my bridesmaid; I don't like people from my work circle. But
, you know, most of our good friends are mutual. Even those who don't know you personally know you exist.
Now that you're not dead, if I suddenly get married, people will think I'm crazy." "
You already are crazy. Can a normal person transform their husband like this?"
"Oh, goodness, don't mention that. Isn't this fine? Tell me, who should I ask to be my bridesmaid
?" My wife looked at me, her eyes gleaming with some wicked scheme. Oh
no, I'm about to fall for it again. "You, you, don't look at me. Looking at me won't help. I'm a man, your
husband certified by the Civil Affairs Bureau, I can't be your bridesmaid." I covered my head like an ostrich.
"What's wrong with that?" My wife pulled the covers off me. "Huihui, out of all my sisters, Zhang Qi
only knows you. He can't invite anyone else. If you don't come to be my bridesmaid, who will? You're
my sister!"
"I'm not your sister, I'm your husband!" I shouted angrily.
"Husband and sister! We agreed on that." My wife wouldn't let it go.
She was so unreasonable. Six months ago, in this situation, I would either get angry or
remain silent. But now, my mind and body have been transformed into a girl's; I can no longer be as
strong as a man. Thinking of all the grievances I've suffered over this long period, my eyes reddened, and tears fell.
Seeing me cry, my wife quickly comforted me: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Huihui, I was wrong. I know
I rarely considered your feelings before, causing you a lot of suffering. I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to this
family. I don't deserve to be your wife." Saying these self-reproachful words, my wife also cried.
I felt terrible. After all, my wife is my only family besides my son, the person I love most, and
I can't let her suffer. We both hugged and wept, like two
girls who had just had a fight and were now comforting each other.
"Damn it, there's nothing more to say, I'm your sister, I'm your bridesmaid!"
(VII)
I was overthinking it. Kids are really easy to fool. My clever wife went back to her hometown and told our son that
she would go to the banquet in his place. Seeing his mother in a pretty dress, the little guy jumped for joy. So, the
three of us were reunited.
The last time I saw him, he was only a three-year-old toddler, and now he's a four-year-old boy. I hugged
and kissed my son, but he actually cried. Uh, does that mean he doesn't recognize me anymore?
My wife was brave; she coaxed and lied to our son, saying, "Your dad is busy these days, he won't be able
to see you at the banquet until a certain time. This is Sister Grey, Mom's good sister."
Uh... that's too much. It's one thing to strip me of my fatherly status, but once a child makes up their mind,
it's hard to change it... Hmm? Do you really want our child to recognize a thief as his father, to take that Zhang guy as his real
dad? I glared at my wife, but her sharp gaze made me shrink back. She pulled me aside and
whispered, "Look at you now, can you even be a father?" Though spoken softly, her words struck me
like a thunderbolt.
Was I destined to be my son's Cinderella for life? I was furious, desperate
, utterly helpless!
But as helpless as I was, this was the only option for now. I'd have to make do for the time being and try to correct it later
.
My wife was incredibly resourceful; she somehow found an old woman to play her mother. To avoid
being exposed, she even had our son recognize her as his maternal grandmother. Everything seemed perfect, except for one problem: me, the "
bridesmaid."
Being a bridesmaid isn't hard, but being your wife's bridesmaid is incredibly difficult. Normally, the bride is the star,
and a bridesmaid could just wear anything provided by the wedding company. But my wife is a perfectionist; she wouldn't wear anything, and the bridesmaids had to
dress exactly like the bride. So, poor Zhang Qi had to shell out extra money, and the three of us (me, my wife, and Zhang Qi
—the most bizarre family in history) went on a trip to Italy…
Fine, I was happy about Zhang Qi spending his money. But she still insisted on ruining my body. Earrings
! Normally, as a mere bridesmaid, a clip-on earring would suffice, but she wouldn't have it; she forced me to get my ears pierced.
I said I'm a man, how could I face people afterward? She said it's fashionable now. Okay, I'm already like this
, so another piercing won't hurt.
By the way, when we went to Italy, my wife secretly took me out to buy a pair of fake pubic hairpieces. (Foreign)
The product was incredibly realistic; the fake vagina completely flattened my already shrunken, childlike genitals.
This was much more convenient; I could wear tight pants now, and going to the toilet wouldn't be so difficult (technical details omitted
). It's said you can even swim with this on, but I didn't dare try.
Everything was in full swing of preparation. But then, something went wrong.
It started like this: Ever since I appeared before Zhang Qi under the guise of being his wife's junior sister, I often
hung out with the two of them.
Zhang Qi was a sociable person and often invited subordinates and colleagues out. He was a
fairly high-ranking leader in the company, and the news that the vice president had a girlfriend spread like wildfire throughout the entire Shen Tie Company.
Everyone said the vice president's girlfriend was as beautiful as a fairy, and she also had a younger sister who was even more beautiful and unmarried
. Many of those lecherous and opportunistic men had their eyes on me.
But not all of these people were insincere; one of them genuinely liked me.
This person was Li Siming, Zhang Qi's assistant, whom I mentioned earlier.
Because he was Zhang Qi's assistant, Li Siming often went out with him and had many opportunities to see me.
Over the course of half a year, we met seven or eight times. Zhang Qi was a kind-hearted person; he mentioned Li Siming to me and probably
introduced me to him as well. What he said casually was taken seriously; after a few meetings, Li Siming truly fell for me.
At first, I was hesitant and reserved, afraid of being exposed, and maintained a cold, aloof demeanor. Later,
as we became more familiar, I began to chat and laugh freely. No matter how many people were present, Li Siming's gaze rarely left
me; every smile and gesture of mine was imprinted in his mind, fermenting within him.
Every time, he would take meticulous care of me. If I was thirsty, he'd quickly buy me water; if I was sweating,
he'd hand me tissues; if I couldn't reach the food, he'd casually move the plate closer to me.
These small details, in the eyes of a real girl, would undoubtedly be heartwarming, but I'm not a girl. At first, I felt annoyed
, then I became indifferent. My letting things develop gave Li Siming the wrong signal; he thought his
goddess was no longer rejecting him, so he tried even harder to impress me.
Legend has it that he once swore at the Shen Tie Group that he would remain a bachelor for life if he didn't marry me. When his colleague
relayed this bold statement to me, I was indeed somewhat moved, then found it amusing.
What would Li Siming think if he knew that the fairy he dreamed of was a middle-aged man of considerable stature
?
I didn't pay much attention to this matter. We're all men, we all know each other, right? It's just a passing infatuation;
he'll probably fall for someone else soon. But Li Siming is much more serious than I imagined. Gradually
, I realized this boy wasn't so easy to shake off.
I remember once when we were bowling, I pretended I didn't know how, hitting a few bad shots in a row. Li Siming
enthusiastically came over and taught me how to bowl. When he hugged me from behind, holding my hand, my
heart suddenly started racing, an unprecedented feeling washing over me.
When I spun around in his arms and we hit a strike together, I jumped up like a little girl
. Li Siming took the opportunity to hug me. To outsiders, it looked like a celebration, but I knew it was him expressing
his love, because he secretly kissed my neck. It
was an electric shock. It really was an electric shock. A long time ago, when my wife and I first held hands,
I felt the same way the moment I touched her hand. I stood there, stunned, for a long time before I came to my senses. My heart was
pounding.
After I calmed down, a sense of guilt overwhelmed me. I'm a man. I could never be
interested in a man. I fiercely rebuked him, calling him a scoundrel, using the most offensive language, and saying I
would never see him again. I knew he was hurt, and hurt would make him back down. I wouldn't have to worry about being
tempted by him anymore. I thought I should be happy, but I felt a faint sense of loss.
I deleted his phone number in a fit of pique, but I remembered it in my heart. I kept saying I would never
answer his calls again, but I longed for the phone to ring. For those two days, I was caught in this inexplicable
state, my mind wandering.
My wife said, "Huihui, you seem restless, are you in love?" I said, "Screw you, you're my wife,
who else could I love besides you?" My wife smiled without saying a word.
Two days later, the person I thought had disappeared forever reappeared. This time, he stormed downstairs to my apartment
, piled up bunches of roses into a small mountain, and then burned them to ashes. He begged me to forgive him
, not to be as cruel as the flames, destroying the roses, destroying love.
I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. It was for his own good. He should find a real girl,
not me. Later, he left. I watched his lonely figure from the window, tears streaming down my face.
What you want, I can't give you.
"Huihui, you're a fool," my wife said.
(VIII) A Shocking Turn of Events
I thought it was all over. But I underestimated Li Siming.
Zhang Qi was a big shot, and the wedding would be very grand, with some important figures in attendance. There were still half
a month until the wedding, and we prepared two rehearsals to avoid being caught off guard.
The first rehearsal was ruined by Li Siming. Well, perhaps that's not the right word, but our
leading man, Comrade Zhang Qi, must have known beforehand and tacitly approved it, and might even have participated in the planning.
The process was like this: the rehearsal went smoothly. After the final rehearsal, Li Siming suddenly
emerged from the crowd, knelt on one knee, held roses, and proposed to me. To make matters worse, a group of his colleagues behind him started
shouting and jeering, "Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!" Good heavens, I was just a bridesmaid,
not the main character of the wedding.
My wife, clearly unaware beforehand, was also extremely surprised and immediately ran to find Zhang Qi. Zhang Qi made a shushing
gesture, put his arm around my wife, and let her watch quietly. My wife looked at me, bewildered, and shook her head.
I thought, if I were a girl, I might say yes, even if it was just a perfunctory response, at least I wouldn't
embarrass him. But my male pride wouldn't allow me to accept a man's proposal in front of everyone.
I refused, coldly saying, "We...it's impossible."
At that moment, I distinctly felt something shatter into pieces. Was it his heart? Or mine?
Li Siming stood up tragically, gave me a mournful look, and ran away.
He disappeared. From that day on, no one saw him again. He didn't go to work, didn't answer the phone. His colleagues, fearing something had happened to him
, tried to contact almost all his friends, but to no avail.
This incident was like an ominous cloud hanging over the upcoming wedding. A week later, at the second rehearsal
, all my colleagues from Shentie Group looked at me with strange eyes, their gazes filled with reproach and resentment. Zhang Qi
didn't show any particular reaction, but he didn't speak to me as usual either. In their eyes, I was an ungrateful
person, a poisonous rose. They didn't understand; even if they didn't accept me, they didn't have to be so
harsh. But what could I say?
My wife kept reassuring me, saying it was alright, that as far as she knew, Li Siming was a reasonable person and wouldn't do
anything foolish. But who could know? He had indeed disappeared. At this point, there were still six days until the wedding.
On the sixth day before the
wedding, my wife and I snuggled in bed, silent. I turned my back to her, not wanting her to see
my self-blame and anxiety in my eyes. But she knew without looking. My wife gently hugged me, pulling me into her arms. Sorrow
was more effective than exercise for weight loss; I weighed only 90 pounds. My thin shoulders, as frail
and delicate as a young girl's, could no longer support any weight; I only deserved to be cared for. Could I still be considered a man? I smiled
, tears streaming down my face, bitter as they entered my mouth.
Just then, the phone rang. My phone had two SIM cards; one was specifically for
the identity of "Grey." As soon as I heard the ringtone, I knew someone was looking for Grey. Was it Li Siming? I threw off
the covers, shirtless, and rushed to the front of the phone. It was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello? This is Jiang Hui."
A sinister female voice came from the other end, sounding artificial: "Do you still care about Li Siming?"
My heart tightened: "Where is he?"
"You've really ruined him. He's going to kill himself for you. If you don't come soon, he might really die."
"Where is he?" My voice was already trembling with tears.
"Will you come?"
"I will!"
"But he doesn't want to see anyone, doesn't want anyone to know where you are, he only wants to see you."
"I'll go by myself!"
"What a silly girl. No. xx, xx Hutong, Chaoyang Fourth Street." The other party gave the address and quickly hung up
.
I hurriedly started to put on my clothes.
"Silly girl, you can't go!" My wife rushed over and grabbed my clothes.
"I won't go, he might really do something rash!" I couldn't care less about anything else.
"The caller didn't even say who they were, it might be a trap!" My wife held onto my clothes tightly.
"I'll go even if it's a trap."
"Are you stupid? Leave it to the police." His wife stared at him, her attitude resolute.
"In the past, I wouldn't have dared to argue with you, but this time is different," I pulled my clothes back forcefully
, looking at my stunned wife, and said, "**, wife, I don't know what to call you. Because I no longer
know who I am. This past year, I've lost myself, and I've lost you. I've hurt myself, and I've hurt him.
Don't think I love him; I don't know if it's love. I only know that he was harmed by our plan.
He loved recklessly, but we responded with despair. All of this is my fault, and it's your fault too! So
, I hope you won't stop me. Even if it means death, I will undo this disaster caused by you and me."
My wife's eyes darkened: "Yes, that's right, it's all my fault. Because of my selfishness, because of
my insatiable greed, because of my unrealistic fantasies and unscrupulous methods, I hurt my husband, made my son lose
his father, and now, I've implicated innocent people. If anyone deserves to die, then let me go."
"You go? What's the use of you going? He doesn't want to see you," I sneered.
"That's not right. If this call really came from him, a person who wants to die wouldn't be thinking about
who to see or not see. As long as you show up, he won't care who goes with you. Unless this call is a conspiracy
," the wife calmly analyzed.
"I know it's a conspiracy. So what? Someone took advantage of my weakness. Yes, I am weak,
so he won. I don't believe he can get anything from me. I'm not you, not a rich man's fiancée
, kidnapping me won't work. But you're different, you can't go with me."
"Let's call the police!"
"No! They're obviously emboldened. I don't know who they are, but if they can say that, they must
have their methods. I don't want anyone to take risks. You stay home and wait for my news." I said, put on
my clothes, opened the door, and left.
"Husband!"
Five days to go
. Jiang Hui disappeared, and Lin Mei disappeared too. Zhang Qi searched everyone he knew, but no one knew
where they went.
Four days to go.
Someone anonymously sent a note to Shen Tie: Jiang Hui betrayed me. This hatred will not end until this woman is killed. If you want to ransom Lin
Mei, prepare 5 million yuan and wait for a call. Call the police and have her killed. Zhang Qi recognized it as Li Siming's handwriting.
Three days to go.
Where am I? I touched my head; it hurt, and I seemed to be bleeding. Where am I? How did I get here?
Oh, I remember now. That night, I went to find Li Siming, and my wife secretly followed me to
XX Hutong in Sidaokou. She caught up with me at the entrance of the hutong. I didn't dare disturb the people inside; I just wanted her to come in with me.
This was a low-rise residential area, located in the urban-rural fringe of Beijing. Usually, there were quite a few people around, but now it was late at night
, and there were hardly any people around. It was pitch black, with only the faint barking of dogs. Number XX was an unremarkable little
courtyard. The wooden door and iron bolts were rusty, and it looked like no one had lived there for a long time.
We tiptoed to the door, hesitated, and finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Is anyone home?"
The wooden door opened, and a masked man stepped out, about the same height as Li Siming. "Are you Li Siming?" I
asked softly. The masked man didn't answer, but led us into the house.
The moment I crossed the threshold, suddenly, something struck me heavily. Then, I
knew nothing more. That's all I remember.
I found myself in a dark room, seemingly a semi-basement of an abandoned building, with only half a
window. Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting an eerie glow.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a dark figure entered. By the moonlight, I saw it was Li Siming. His
face was grim, filthy, and appeared to be stained with blood. In his hand was something that looked like a wooden stick or an iron rod
.
"Are you alright?" I asked softly, unsure whether the newcomer was friend or foe.
"Good, good, good. Hahahaha, couldn't be better. I was completely fooled by a hermaphrodite, almost
ending up in the underworld. Tell me, am I good or not?" Li Siming's voice was strange and sinister
. My identity had been exposed, which actually put me at ease. At least, I didn't need to lie to him anymore.
"I didn't want to lie to you, which is why I rejected you. But I didn't know it would hurt you so much
. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"What the hell is the point of saying this now!" He laughed wildly, "Hahaha, I was
fooled by a hermaphrodite, proposed to in public, and was rejected. I'm the biggest joke in the world!"
He laughed, laughed wildly, pointing and poking at the wooden stick incessantly, as if he were going mad.
"I really didn't want this." At this point, saying anything more would be futile.
"Do you think I wanted this? Your identity has been exposed! You're a liar, a big liar! And I am
the biggest bastard in the world! Everyone, come and laugh at me! Come and laugh at me! I've fallen in love with a pervert!"
"I'm not a pervert! I have a wife, children, I'm a real man."
"You're not a pervert! Ah! You're not a pervert? Hahahaha…" He burst into maniacal laughter, waving his
Nanbangguo (a type of weapon) as if to strike. "Let me tell you, your accomplice, Lin Mei, is in my hands now. I
'm going to kill you all, I'm going to make you all die!"
"Please calm down. You haven't done anything yet, there's still time to turn back. You have a bright future
, don't make a terrible mistake." Cold sweat poured down my forehead. If he attacked, I would have no chance to defend
myself.
"My future! My future has been ruined by you, you pervert!
How am I supposed to stand in this society now? How am I supposed to stand in this society?!" He roared, hysterically waving his stick.
However, he forgot one thing: the room wasn't big enough for him to wield the stick. The stick head
hit the wall, and Li Siming lost his grip, the Nanbangguo flying out of his hand.
A golden opportunity presented itself; I leaped towards the Nanbangguo, grabbing it before Li Siming could.
Thankfully, although my strength had diminished, my male instincts and awareness remained.
"Don't come any closer!" I gripped the Nanbangguo tightly, afraid he would dodge.
"As expected of a hermaphrodite, such impressive skill!" Li Siming's face twisted in a grimace as he approached me step by step.
"Shut up! I'm not a hermaphrodite!" With the Nanbangguo in my hand, I spoke with more confidence.
"You're not a hermaphrodite? Then tell me, are you a man or a woman? Tell me, tell me!"
"I…" I was speechless for a moment. Yes, am I a man or a woman? Am I a man? Can I be considered
a woman?
"Can't say anything now, huh! You ugly, androgynous bitch!" Li Siming's eyes were wide open, as if they were about to
pop out of their sockets. "Say it! Say it! Say it!"
"I..." I backed away step by step, finally collapsing to the ground. Pain shot up from below, mixing
with the grievances and frustrations of the past few days. A surge of emotion welled up in my chest, welled up in my eyes, and I, disregarding the occasion, burst into tears
.
"I'm a woman! I'm a woman! I'm a woman!" I screamed, as if venting the bitterness of the past few days
. At this moment, I was completely dazed. How I wished I had never been born into this world.
"Then let me test you!" Li Siming pounced on me, who was sitting on the ground, frantically tearing at my pants
.
Despair, grievance, resentment, humiliation... a hundred emotions rushed into my brain at once. I went mad. I raised
Nan Bangguo and smashed it against the back of Li Siming's head...
The penultimate day.
In the morning, following instructions over the phone, Zhang Qi delivered five million yuan in cash to the designated location. The phone told
him to wait, and Lin Mei would appear shortly.
That afternoon, Jiang Hui, who had been missing for several days, was found in the suburbs. She was ragged, her face covered in blood, and she was clutching
a wooden stick, clearly disoriented. Zhang Qi's embezzlement was anonymously reported.
That evening, Zhang Qi was arrested.
The penultimate day
. Based on clues on the wooden stick, police officers found Lin Mei in a warehouse in Daxing District and arrested
five suspects, along with the half-dead Li Siming. After continuous interrogation, the truth came to light.
It turned out that Zhang Qi's strict and impartial approach at the company had offended many people. The criminals were Zhang Qi's
employees. They had meticulously planned this scheme. They first incited Li Siming, blinded by love
, to propose to her in public. After being rejected and storming off, they kidnapped him.
Through covert observation, they deliberately waited until Jiang Hui and Lin Mei were home at the same time, while Zhang Qi was absent.
They then tricked the deeply remorseful and morally bankrupt Jiang Hui and Lin Mei into taking the bait, claiming Li Siming was threatening suicide.
They then abducted the two to a deserted warehouse in Daxing.
Next, they coerced Li Siming into writing an anonymous letter to Zhang Qi, demanding a ransom of five million yuan. Since Zhang Qi was merely
a professional manager, he obviously didn't have that much money, so they forced him to embezzle company funds. Subsequently, they used Jiang Hui
's name to blackmail Li Siming into staging a scene of self-inflicted pain, pretending to be insane, and then having Jiang
Hui knock him down, allowing her to escape, thus framing Li Siming for the kidnapping.
It should be added that during the physical examination of Jiang Hui, the criminals unexpectedly discovered that Jiang Hui was a man.
Zi Yuan thought that Li Siming would no longer cooperate after learning Jiang Hui's true gender, but they did not expect
that Li Siming would still agree to the self-inflicted injury scheme.
After receiving Zhang Qi's cash, the criminals anonymously reported Zhang Qi for embezzling public funds, framing him and sending him to prison. Just as
they were about to kill Li Siming and Lin Mei, unexpectedly, the police arrived and arrested them. It turned out that
Li Siming was pretending to be crazy, pretending to be greatly stimulated after learning Jiang Hui's true gender. He used his superb acting skills to divert
the kidnappers' attention and secretly bit his finger, writing Lin Mei's hiding address and the sentence "I still
love you" on a wooden stick.
Because Zhang Qi was imprisoned, Jiang Hui was mentally unstable, Lin Mei was hospitalized, and the wedding was postponed indefinitely.
Three months later...
(IX) Wedding
Because the embezzled public funds were recovered and there was indeed a reason for a life-or-death situation, Zhang Qi was exempted from prosecution, but lost
his position as vice president. Lin Mei recovered and was discharged from the hospital. During her hospitalization, her greatest concern was always for her husband and fiancé.
That day, the house was filled with guests. That day, the house was decorated with lanterns and streamers. That day was Zhang Qi and Lin Mei's wedding. That day
was also Li Siming and Jiang Hui's wedding. Yes, they got married.
That day, after regaining her senses, Jiang Hui learned the truth. She rushed barefoot to Li Siming's hospital room. Tears
met tears again, and the lovers finally overcame the barriers of gender and conspiracy, embracing each other.
Lin Mei reflected on her actions and decisively dissolved her marriage with Jiang Hui, obtaining
a marriage certificate with Zhang Qi. She wanted to give Jiang Hui freedom and, at the same time, give Zhang Qi a complete marriage.
Zhang Qi contacted the police, asking them to keep Jiang Hui's identity a secret. He also had a
figure in the underworld deliver a message to the five robbers, instructing them to keep Jiang Hui's secret or face the consequences.
No one knew Jiang Hui's true gender. What the guests heard and saw was the two beauties'
courageous intrusion into the bandit's den, Li Siming's heroic act of protecting Jiang Hui at the cost of his life, and Zhang Qi's legendary love for his wife over power.
They offered their heartfelt blessings to the two newlyweds.
Everything seemed perfect. But…
(X) Epilogue
Dialogue 1
“Honey, why do you insist on stopping me from having gender reassignment surgery? Don’t you want a complete me?”
“You are the most perfect goddess in my heart. I love you just the way you are, I don’t need you to change anything
.”
“But, in that case we can never get a marriage certificate.”
“To hell with marriage certificates.”
Dialogue 2
“**, make a wish before blowing out the candles.”
“I wish for my best, best sister…”
“Don’t say it, it won’t come true if you say it. Um, who is your best sister?”
“It’s you, my Huihui.”
Dialogue 3
“Mom, there’s an uncle surnamed Li who also wants me to call him Dad. Which one is my real dad?
”
“Uh, you have two moms and two dads.”
“Haha, I have one more mom and one more dad than others, I’m the happiest person in the world.”
“You naughty boy!”
Dialogue 4
“Wife…”
“Handsome boy, it’s you. I’m already married, you can’t call me that anymore.”
"Oh, okay, then I'll still call you Sister Huihui."
Dialogue Five
: "This online novelist Jiang Hui is quite popular lately."
"Where did she come from? I don't know."
"Online celebrities are all so mysterious."
Dialogue Six
: "I've heard your story and admire your unwavering devotion to your wife. Although you're accused of embezzling public funds
, we've still decided to give you the position of president."
"Thank you, Board of Directors."

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