Apple Swimming

Apple Swimming Chapter 1
Apple Swimming Chapter 1
[※This story contains elements of transgenderism, fetishism, and mind control. Please read with caution.※]

Looking at her lying quietly on the bed like a lamb to the slaughter, I couldn't help but laugh.
She was wearing a silk shirt and a narrow skirt that didn't reach her knees. Beneath the ultra-thin, sheer stockings were a pair of long, slender legs with near-perfect curves and proportions. I tenderly helped her take off her high heels to make her more comfortable.
In this world, what could be more captivating and mesmerizing than the sight and touch of beautiful legs in stockings?
Her jet-black, lustrous hair was evenly spread across the headboard, and beneath a touch of rouge was a delicate and charming face. I smelled the fragrance of her hair and the designer perfume emanating from her body, and my mind became somewhat confused.
Without further ado, I lifted her head, preparing to feed her the medicine. Looking at her dazed and weak appearance, my lustful thoughts surged even more.
"Swallow it. You'll have an ecstatic experience, and when you wake up, you won't have any unpleasant memories." I put the pill in her mouth and gave her a sip of water to make it easier for her to swallow.
After she swallowed the pill in a daze, I laid her back down. Okay, everything was ready, just waiting for the drug to take effect.
I unbuttoned her shirt, and her proud breasts immediately sprang out from under the blouse. She was wearing a sexy bra with heavy lace embroidery, which made me swallow hard several times, and I couldn't wait to take off her tight skirt. When I turned her over and saw the beautiful shape of her thong under her stockings, I knew I was going to go crazy.
There's nothing more blissful than seeing a hot, beautiful woman wearing a sexy bra, thong, and stockings.
Suppressing my burning desire, I had to wait for the drug to take effect before I could make my move. Luckily, the rape drug I chose worked very quickly.
I remember the first time I saw Ruoping apply for a job at our magazine, I fell madly in love with her... looks and figure. I'm often out on field assignments and rarely in the office, so this was truly a gift from heaven.
I never make advances on acquaintances. Although she applied, I didn't think the editor-in-chief would hire her; given the current staffing levels, there was no sign of expansion. Besides, training new employees is exhausting...
"Hmm..." Her moans grew clearer, a sign that she was fully engaged.
"I want... I want..." Her eyes were half-open, her blank gaze devoid of any intelligence or spirit. Only an endless burning lust remained.
"You want? What do you want?" This was one of my favorite parts. Watching a woman break down in the face of desire was the ignition point of my passion.
"I want... a man..." She shook her head violently, her body twisting wildly.
"Hehe...no problem. Just say, 'Please, Master, possess me, my body and soul belong entirely to you;' and that's it."
"Please, Master, possess me...my body and soul...belong entirely to you."
For some reason, every time I hear my rape victim say this, my little brother immediately stands erect, rock hard. This time was no exception, even though the lines were always the same.
"Very good. You can enjoy what you want right away."
I jumped on her, violently ripped off her bra, pulled down her thong and stockings, and kissed her wildly for a while, adjusting her position to facilitate my entry.
She was hairless, her skin smooth and soft, with an amazing feel. Her pubic hair was not only neatly trimmed but also very soft. I skillfully teased her private parts, and her juices soaked her petals.
Unable to hold back any longer, I mustered all my strength and gave her the most fatal blow!
"Ahhhhhh!"
I couldn't hear if she screamed or not, but I definitely screamed very loudly.
She…she’s a virgin!
Her vagina is so narrow and tight, it devours my penis, sucking it deeper and deeper. I was instantly overwhelmed with pleasure.
From her looks and figure, her clothes, to her experience in sex, this girl is absolutely a perfect 100!
I thrust hard, and she screamed. The moment I relaxed, she pulled me back in. I dared not thrust anymore, because the intense pleasure was pushing me to the brink of ejaculation.
Damn it! Why is my stamina so bad? I haven’t been to the gym since I started working, and now I’m filled with regret.
When I wasn’t so excited anymore, I would thrust hard a couple of times. But most of the time, we were locked in a tight, intimate embrace. This feeling was wonderful, like paradise.
I don’t know how much time passed…
I felt my energy flowing continuously into her body. What was happening?
A strange fear made me want to pull my penis out. I'd only gone halfway through the action when, overwhelmed by the pleasure, I thrust back in.
Oh my god! This is so amazing…
I was still lost in the sensation, my energy starting to drain again. Whatever, even dying from pleasure would be great, so I gave it another hard thrust. Just as the head of my penis was about to reach the entrance, an irresistible force suddenly pushed my shaft back in. This
is going to be so pleasurable…
I thrust and thrust harder and harder… faster and faster… my energy draining faster and faster… yet the pleasure kept surging from what I thought was the peak to yet another.
Is this what ecstasy feels like?
My piston-like movements didn't stop, and they grew more and more intense, faster and faster...
Eventually, I didn't care when I would ejaculate anymore; I just went all out, letting my body automatically thrust harder and faster...
It felt like she was draining my energy, and my consciousness was starting to blur...
Hmm, this blissful feeling is so good...
so good...
...

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I slowly opened my eyes, looking around, trying to figure out my situation. Then I tried to get up, but in my current weakened state, my limbs wouldn't obey me.
"You're recovering quickly." It was a man's voice.
I looked in the direction of the voice and indeed, a young man was standing by the bed, getting dressed. He was quite tall and had a good physique, but his appearance was surprisingly refined.
Huh? Wait, this face is a bit too familiar... It looks like someone I know very well... Ah!
I cried out, startling the man and myself.
My voice, uh... it's very pleasant, but it's not a man's voice.
And him… how should I put it, he looks exactly like me. If I went to a contest to see who looked the most alike twins, I'd definitely win.
"What exactly happened?"
"To make a long story short, you're from the human world, and I'm from the demon world. In the human world, the body and soul are one. The demon world doesn't have that need… I got into some trouble in the demon world and accidentally drove away Ruoping's soul, and ended up in her body. But to complete my mission, I actually needed a man's body, so I secretly used magic to make sure that the first man I slept with could switch bodies with his."
After hearing his explanation, I was still confused, but I vaguely knew that I might be in deep trouble. If I didn't believe him, then I was dealing with a very dangerous madman.
But was he the madman? Or was I the madman? I clearly heard myself speaking in a woman's voice...
"Why not just get rid of my soul?" If you're so powerful, why not be thorough?
"Heh... the way we exchanged souls is a 'coalition union.' If either of us dies, the other cannot survive. So your soul is very important to me. Don't worry. I'll come back to you in three months. Then, just make love to me again, and our bodies will be swapped back."
"Also, the more delicate and feminine you are, the more masculine and manly I will be. This will be beneficial for me to carry out my mission... Of course, the most direct and effective way to replenish yin and yang is..."
"Making love?"
"That's right."
A cold fear flashed through my mind. Sleeping with a man? ...Disgusting!
"To encourage you to indulge your desires, I've cast a little magic to enhance your libido. But whatever you do, don't fall in love, because when sex and love become one, body and soul also become one. That way, even if I reappear in front of you, you won't recognize me as you."
He rattled off a whole bunch of things, leaving me completely dumbfounded.
"To avoid you not adapting well, there are some things you'd better know beforehand. Physiological changes can actually bring about some psychological changes. For example, your fighting spirit and ambition will noticeably decrease, your violent tendencies will disappear, and you'll become more sensitive to emotional fluctuations... and so on."
"To further enhance your adaptation, I've cast a little magic on your clothing and appearance. In short, the more you dress up, the more strongly you'll realize the fact that you are a woman. Among these, wearing sexy lingerie, thongs, and stockings is the most powerful, and it might even allow you to experience the pleasure of being a woman."
After he finished speaking, he made a few strange hand gestures at me and muttered some incantations, as if he were casting some kind of spell. I already had a headache from all the talking, and now I felt like the whole room was spinning.
"And you absolutely mustn't let anyone know you're a man turned woman. It'll mess up my magic, and then we might not even survive... Oh well, being a man or a woman is just a shell anyway. Living your own life is the most important thing, isn't it?"
Really? Then why did you come to steal my body? His voice faded into
the distance, and all my senses became increasingly blurred... Soon
, I felt like I was spinning along with the room, falling into an unknown, enormous abyss ...
...

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... I shook my head, and long, wavy, jet-black hair swept past my eyes. My heart sank, chilling to the bone. This wasn't a dream; it had actually happened! Gathering my courage, I slowly raised my arm. Smooth, delicate skin, with soft, refined curves, lacked any trace of the rugged muscles typically associated with men. "Oh my god, how could this be?" I uttered, and the woman's alluring, coquettish voice echoed in my ears again. Fighting off the dizziness that threatened to make me faint, I walked to the full-length mirror. The naked figure in the mirror was both strange and familiar. Strange because this figure wasn't myself. Familiar because not long ago, I had shared a passionate encounter with this figure. After admiring myself for a while, I couldn't help but feel satisfied. Soft skin, flowing hair, a delicate and sweet face, and a graceful, curvaceous body. This kind of figure and appearance was the very definition of a stunner. If I were still a man, I would definitely have a dozen more passionate encounters with her. Sigh! If I were still a man… Just as I was about to lament my loss, I unconsciously patted my chest. The more I touched my chest, the more fun I found it. Those soft, elastic breasts, under my caresses, quickly generated a surge of heat in my chest. And when I played with my nipples with my fingers, a tingling pleasure shot straight to my head. Hmm, is this what female sexual arousal is like? Just as I was wondering, the urge to urinate that you get when you first wake up surged up. So I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet to urinate. No matter how I tried to reach down there, I couldn't get anything out… Ha! I completely forgot about my reflection in the mirror. How could there possibly be anything down there? What should I do? I roughly knew that girls sit down to urinate, so I lowered the seat and sat down. This was probably the first time in my life I had ever urinated sitting down. How should I urinate? This part should be the same for both men and women, so I forcefully held it in, and the urine sprayed everywhere. This is probably another reason why girls sit down to use the toilet—they don't have an ejaculation device. But this spray got all over my buttocks. Helpless, I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped myself. As my fingers traced my vulva through the toilet paper, an unprecedented pleasure surged through me. This pleasure was even stronger than when I was playing with my nipples earlier. Now, does this mean every time I go to the toilet, it's equivalent to masturbation? When I came out of the bathroom, I groped my breasts and touched my genitals. The stimulation I received was weaker each time. Hmm, maybe I'm gradually getting used to this body. But when I walked past the dressing mirror and saw the sexy woman's reflection, my breasts and genitals immediately reacted again. Ha, now I know. Girls, like boys, react more intensely the more lustful they are. But this is terrible, because my lust is directed at girls. Am I supposed to become a lesbian? No, I don't want to be a lesbian, and I refuse to love a boy. Three months is too long. I must find a way to fight him, to reclaim my male identity. But how can I fight him? He's a man, and a demon, while I… I'm just a weak woman. This natural voice in my heart both frightens and enlightens me. I look at my empty lower body and finally understand the power of that little stick; it's not just a gender marker, but also a dividing line between all fighting spirit, ambition, violence, and the desire for conquest… The more I think about it, the more I want to regain my male identity, but the thought of struggle overwhelms all my emotions with a natural sense of powerlessness that belongs to women. Not all women are so weak; there must be some with high fighting spirit and ambition. Ah, I didn't expect that just thinking about it would make my tears fall; I'm utterly useless. Because I've been naked for too long, I feel a little chilly, so I want to put on some clothes. When I opened the closet, I was stunned. There were at least ten times more men's clothes than I used to have. The variety of clothes was dazzling, and even casual t-shirts and jeans came in many different styles and patterns.

Given my current condition, I have no intention of going out. What's the most comfortable thing to wear at home? Of course, pajamas that I can easily slip into bed with. I searched and searched, and the only things that came closest to my old summer sleeping clothes were a silk spaghetti strap nightgown and cotton panties—tank tops and underwear.
When my body slid into the pajamas and panties, the smooth, silky feel amazed me. Men's clothes rarely have such a skin-friendly feel. But right now, even touching my own skin feels incredibly comfortable; wearing such silky clothes feels like a sensitive caress.
Although wearing women's clothes feels a bit strange, I quite like the feel. Getting dressed is a small matter, but when I suddenly felt my panties were wet, the real trouble was just beginning. Looking down, I saw a patch of blood in my crotch.
Oh my god, I got my period!
What to do? I first wiped myself clean with tissues, then frantically searched for sanitary pads. Not only did I find it, but I also found a whole bunch of different kinds… Flustered and unsure what to do, I glanced at a book on the table that looked like a diary.
"Women's Life Guide – Essential Introduction"
—perfect! This is exactly what I need. I flipped through the table of contents and found the "Menstrual Period" section, hoping to find some emergency solutions.
Good heavens! There were so many types of sanitary napkins: regular, overnight, panty liners, and tampons… each suitable for different occasions. I patiently browsed through it. The book suggested that if the genital area was already soiled, I should just take a shower and start over.
So I went to the bathroom to shower. The walls were covered with various jars and bottles, but not a single simple soap. Never mind, as long as I removed the shampoo and conditioner, the rest should be for washing my body.
But before I even got to my body, my hair was already a mess. I usually scrub and scratch my scalp after applying shampoo. This method was clearly not working. My long, flowing hair made it impossible to look up or down—extremely difficult to manage. Finally, I discovered that bending over and letting my hair hang naturally was the best way to rinse. However, if I accidentally used too much force, it still hurt so much I cried out.
Just washing my hair took up all my usual shower time. But the next hurdle, the body, was even more difficult. As soon as I touched my breasts, I couldn't help but play with them a few more times. By the time I realized I was actually showering, another hour of my usual shower time had passed.
Then I touched my genitals.
How should I wash them?
Before, it was simple—just grab them, rub them, and squeeze. Now, I didn't even know how to apply soap. After thinking for a moment, I put some of the body wash on my fingers, slightly parted my legs, and gently inserted my fingers.
Hmm, although it felt a little strange, it seemed very soft inside. So I inserted another finger. Oh… the strange feeling was stronger, but it was still soft. I didn't dare do too much, because the experience of my fingernail scratching my vagina was unpleasant.
Okay, now the wash is in. But how do I clean it?
First, I washed the soap off my hands, rubbed them a couple of times, and then washed them again. But that was too slow, so I simply picked up the showerhead and sprayed it directly onto my private parts.
Oh, that felt pretty good.
Finally, I washed my legs. Ah, those long, shapely legs, they were truly irresistible. I rubbed them for a long time, my desire growing. But what was I going to do? Be narcissistic? Make love to myself? Helpless, I rinsed off all the soap suds.
After drying myself, my three thousand strands of hair on my head started to annoy me again. No matter how much I scrubbed, besides tearing at myself, the wetness didn't improve at all. Finally, I used the hairdryer, and finally got them a little damp. Well, I'm satisfied. Since I was wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown, it didn't matter that my hair was a little cool against my shoulders, as long as it didn't wet my clothes.
Haha, I'm done showering! After putting my pajamas back on, I proudly clenched my fist and let it drop. It was truly an impressive task, even though it took me more than three times as long as I usually do when showering. I also realized that women's upper and lower bodies are harder to clean than men's, which is probably why women need to maintain cleanliness more than men.
But the problem is actually back to square one. I haven't taken any precautions for my period. At the end of each chapter in that notebook, there are notes about Ruoping's usual habits; currently, she uses tampons and panty liners for double protection.
I've heard of panty liners, but what are tampons? It seems like you have to insert that thing into your vagina. I've seen female sex toys before; isn't inserting a tampon the same as masturbation?
Probably not. Based on my experience showering just now, a foreign object entering the vagina might not be pleasurable and could even cause discomfort. However, it's quite soft inside; compared to the size of a sex toy, a tampon is a drop in the ocean. This might be why women always demand that men have large penises.
Tampons look quite interesting, resembling enlarged tadpoles or... uh, sperm? They consist of two tubes, an outer tube and an inner tube, somewhat like a syringe, except it's hollow inside, holding the tampon and the dangling cotton thread. The tip of the outer tube has a slit, forming an arc to facilitate the tampon's expulsion. The method of use is simple: insert the outer tube into the vagina, then push the inner tube forward like an injection until the outer and inner tubes are completely aligned, forcing the tampon out of the applicator and remaining inside the vagina.
This... sounds easy, but will it be easy to do? Following the instructions in the book, I picked up the tampon, spread my legs, and bent slightly, suddenly feeling nervous. I gently parted the labia with my other hand... Strange, where is the opening? I maintained my posture and ran to the full-length mirror, hoping to see clearly...
Oh well, I'll just go by feel.
Ouch... Pain! The tampon applicator isn't like my finger; it can't bend when things go wrong. Inserting it straight in made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I was so nervous, I just wanted to finish the process quickly. As soon as I felt the tampon completely pushed out of the applicator, I hurriedly pulled it out.
Oh...it's painful! The notes said that you wouldn't feel its presence while sitting, lying down, running, or jumping, which is a complete lie. Just standing straight made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I couldn't bear it for long, so I decided to remove it.
The removal process was painful again, feeling somewhat like hard lumps of stool rubbing against my anus. But speaking of the anus, I discovered that the vagina also has a pushing force; I just didn't know how to use it. With a little effort, the discomfort during removal lessened considerably.
How awful! Is being a woman really this difficult? I decided to try again. I carefully read the instructions again. This time, I picked up the tampon, applied a little lubricant to the tip of the applicator, and after spreading my legs, bending over slightly, I took a deep breath, relaxed, and my vagina naturally relaxed, no longer so tight. Based on my previous failure, I realized the vagina actually has an angle; you can't just brute force it straight up and down...
I suddenly remembered how I used to feel proud and excited about the conquering pleasure of my decisive strikes when having sex with women. Now I finally understand how painful that kind of forceful approach is for women.
Huh? The outer tube slid smoothly into the vagina. I then slowly pushed the inner tube in, adjusting the angle and taking a deep breath whenever I felt discomfort. Soon, the inner tube was pushed all the way in.
Success?
I removed the applicator, let the cotton thread hang down naturally, and then used my finger to secure it to my buttocks. Hmm, everything was so wonderful. I jumped, squatted, and walked briskly, almost unaware of its presence, occasionally feeling a faint, almost imperceptible pleasure.
I then changed into another pair of panties and, following the instructions in the book, properly attached the panty liner to the crotch. Then I pulled up the panties and tried to secure the sanitary napkin to my vulva. Hmm, it feels pretty good. I always thought it would be weird for girls to move around with sanitary pads in, but actually it doesn't feel weird at all, it even feels comfortable.
I can wash my body now, I can use tampons and panty liners! I'm proud of my academic achievements, but on the other hand, I also feel a little scared that it took so long to learn these two most basic things in daily life: I wonder how many more troubles there are to be a girl.

Apple Swimming, Part 2...

Hmm, I don't know how long I slept. Huh? Where am I...?
I stretched, rubbed my eyes, and looked around. I think I fell asleep in front of a woman's dressing table.
Ah, yes, I remember now. I've become a woman, and this was my first experience with makeup and hairstyling before I fell asleep. Looking at the used cotton pads and hair curlers on the floor, my still clean face, and my messy hair, I roughly know that I've tried for a long time, but without any success.
I sighed and really wanted to smoke.
Actually, I don't smoke. It's just that smoking gives me a way to act like a man when he's frustrated. I don't want to cry like a woman anymore.
This time, I didn't cry. Since I won't smoke, I'll drink. However, judging from Ruoping's appearance, she seemed like a fresh graduate, unlikely to have any alcoholic beverages in her home.
Then again, even if she weren't a fresh graduate, women generally don't keep tobacco or alcohol at home.
Speaking of tobacco and alcohol, my stomach started rumbling. Right, I hadn't eaten anything all day. Women are human too; I needed to find something to satisfy my hunger.
I rummaged through the refrigerator; there were some vegetables and meat, but the problem was… I can't cook! I'd be slightly happier with instant noodles.
What to do? In my current state, I didn't want to eat out, so I'd just order takeout. But ordering takeout requires money, and I wondered where Ruoping kept her money.
My gut feeling led me to her desk, and sure enough, I found some bankbooks, credit cards, and cash. I looked at the amounts—wow, she's really rich. A fresh graduate just entering the workforce, and she has more savings than me.
Well, no, it's 'me' who's really rich. This is all money I saved from my previous part-time jobs. I told myself that because I'm Ruoping now, hehe.
I quickly found a nearby pizza chain in the phone book and dialed the number immediately.
"Yes, everything... plus a bottle of Coke."
Haha, I was so happy. At least, eating is something that men and women do the same, so I don't need to learn anything.
While waiting for the pizza to arrive, I continued to flip through that "Women's Life Guide." I skipped the first two chapters on hair and makeup because I had already tried them that afternoon, and they were too difficult; I wasn't up to the task. Next was the etiquette section, and the first chapter was about dining etiquette.
I read some of it and admitted again that it's easier to be a guy. How should I put it? Chewing with your mouth open, sitting with your legs apart—these unintentional details are completely unnoticed by guys. But if a girl does these things, I think the chances of asking her out again are almost zero. Never mind
, let's enjoy my pizza first.
Speak of the devil, and he appears. The walkie-talkie rang; it was the security guard downstairs. He asked if I had ordered takeout. I said yes, and he let the delivery guy in.
After using the walkie-talkie, I reassessed Ruoping's small apartment. Though small, it had everything I needed. There was a bedroom and a bathroom; the kitchen and living room were small, but the lack of partitions made the space feel more spacious. It was more than enough for one person.
This must be a high-end apartment building; the rent must be expensive. It was unbelievable that a part-time student could afford to live here, and even had more savings than me.
On the other hand, the spaciousness also stemmed from the owner's meticulous attention to cleanliness. I couldn't imagine what it would be like after some time. A
short while later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to receive the hot food. After telling me the price, the delivery guy kept staring at my chest.
"What are you looking at?" I instinctively snapped back.
I glanced down… oh dear, how embarrassing! This spaghetti-strap nightgown, while shaped like a bra, wasn't functional. The shape of my nipples was actually quite clear under the silk fabric. Embarrassed, I looked down again. Thankfully, although the nightgown was short, it covered my entire buttocks, so my panties weren't showing.
I quickly gave him the money, pushed him out the door, and locked it. My heart was still pounding.
Although the delivery guy was a stranger, those few seconds of contact made me realize one thing: we were no longer the same kind of beings. Even though it was just a glance, his aggressive stance and my defensive one were quite obvious. A
woman's psychology is actually very subtle. On one hand, she seems to like being watched, but on the other hand, she's wary of the potential danger. However, the thought of being stared at by a man makes me feel nauseous. In any case, I'd better wear more layers in front of strangers in the future.
After a satisfying meal of cola and pizza, I picked up my "Women's Guide to Life" again. The etiquette section took up a considerable amount of space, and I was getting a little bored, trying to find a simple solution.
Sissy?
When we used to say a guy's behavior was effeminate, didn't we mean he had feminine tendencies? Although it felt disgusting, I'm a girl now, so such behavior is perfectly natural, isn't it?
This great discovery excited me so much that I immediately ran to the mirror and struck what I considered my most effeminate pose. I tilted my head, blinked, waved my hand, and then, leaning to the side, called out in the sweetest tone, "Hi!"
Indeed, the image in the mirror was somewhat coquettish. However, I still got goosebumps all over. Even though it didn't look as uncomfortable as when a guy does it, my psychological barrier was still quite significant. So I decided not to do the next thing and obediently returned to my book.
Just then, my watch alarm went off. Huh? Why am I wearing Ruoping's watch? Even more strangely, why am I keeping track of time? ...Yes, I remember now. It's time to change my tampons. Sigh, can you say being a woman isn't troublesome?
Removing the tampon felt a bit nauseous; it was soaked through and smelled fishy, and the process of removing it was equally unpleasant. But thankfully, I'm much more skilled than before. After spraying some aromatic cleanser on my genitals, I decided not to insert another one. The book says that nighttime is longer, so it's best to use overnight sanitary pads instead.
This thick overnight sanitary pad stuck in my crotch isn't exactly uncomfortable, but its presence is definitely not to be ignored. Fortunately, besides sleeping, there's nothing else to do at night.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I read a little about basic physiology, and I was really tired, so I climbed into bed. I tossed and turned a couple of times, then got out of bed to find some clothes. This silk, thin-strapped nightgown, while pleasant to the touch, lacked elasticity and easily got caught under my body when I turned over.
After putting on a t-shirt, I returned to bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, utterly bewildered. Ah, if a woman were to become a man, would he suffer like I have? Or would he thrive? Woman, man… man, woman… is it just a matter of habit?
I remained silent, lost in thought.
My sleepiness deepened…
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In the distance, an old-fashioned train emerged from a tunnel, emitting a “whoo-whoo” whistle.
Actually, it wasn’t a “whoo-whoo” sound, but a “toot-toot” sound.
That wasn’t a whistle at all, I thought, finding it amusing.
I forced my eyes open; the phone on the bedside table was ringing loudly.
"Hello...who are you looking for?"
"Is this Ms. You? Hello, this is Ren Xinjie, editor of 'Beautiful Magazine'."
"Xiao Jie? Xiao Jie, is that you?" I shouted excitedly. After being trapped in this unfamiliar environment for a day and a night, hearing a familiar voice so early in the morning was a wonderful surprise.
"Uh? Yes, it's me, Ren Xinjie...you must be You Ruoping, Ms. You."
How frustrating! I was conflicted. I really hoped he would recognize me, but I hoped he wouldn't. But now, if anyone could recognize my voice, that person would probably be called Superman.
"Um...yes, I am Ruoping."
"It's like this, Ms. You. You passed the interview, and the editor-in-chief has decided to hire you...I wonder if you are free today? The editor-in-chief would like to meet with you at ten o'clock to discuss the details of the job."
"Sure." Great, 'Beautiful Magazine', that's my familiar battlefield.
"Then, see you later."
"See you later." I hung up the phone excitedly.
Last night, while ordering pizza, I discovered that my apartment building is very close to the "Beautiful Magazine" office, only two blocks away on foot. The problem is, with my current "crash course in women's education," can I possibly get ready to leave in such a short time? What time is it now...
Oh my god, it's already past nine!
No, I need to hurry. I'll go to the toilet first, and just as I pulled up the seat, oh dear, I forgot again, I need to sit down to use the toilet! A sense of unease began to creep over me...
Thankfully, brushing my teeth and washing my face is the same for both men and women. It's just that sometimes when I move too much, my hair gets in my way, which is annoying. I should find something to fix my messy hair. No time, I won't look for anything. My hair is messy, but it's passable. Many young people these days have a decadent style, as long as I don't look like a crazy woman. What about makeup? It's okay, my face looks pretty in the mirror, I'm charming even without makeup. Forget it, I'll skip this step too.
I took off my panties and checked the sanitary pad. Goodness, the flow last night was quite heavy. I quickly rinsed my genitals and then opened a new tampon. I spread my legs, bent over slightly, and relaxed. Hmm… the applicator slid in smoothly. Okay, no rush, slowly push the applicator forward… I
was so pleased, this time it went in one go! I cheered for my own meticulousness despite my rough exterior. I put on a panty liner and changed into a new pair of panties. However, the trouble is just beginning…
what should I wear?
After all, it's work; a t-shirt and jeans wouldn't be appropriate. I rummaged around and finally found a nice silk shirt and a pair of well-fitting suit trousers.
I put on the shirt and checked myself in the mirror. Having learned from last night's experience, I paid special attention to my chest.
Oh dear, I could see my nipples! What should I do? Although the shirt wasn't transparent, because of its light color and thin fabric, the chance of it showing was still 100%.
Hmm, I still don't know how to wear a bra… Suddenly, an idea struck me. I remembered seeing this while searching… yes, it's this one, a tight-fitting sports vest. But this vest is really tight; it flattens my chest quite a bit. Luckily, I have no intention of seducing men, so as long as it's not too uncomfortable, I'm fine with it.
Then I put on my pants. When I pulled them up to my thighs, I naturally covered my private parts with my hand… Heh, what am I covering? There's nothing there. But at the same time, I noticed that girls' pants are very different from boys' pants; the hip area is tightly covered. If my penis were still there, it would definitely be incredibly uncomfortable. Now, it's tight, but not uncomfortable.
Another downside of these tight pants is that you can't put anything in your pockets. If you put anything in, it bulges out, which is both unsightly and uncomfortable. I looked around and found a small shoulder bag, so I stuffed all my wallets and other odds and ends into it.
Okay, whatever, time to go out. The moment I stepped out the door, I realized my feet were icy cold, so I quickly went back to find my shoes. I ruled out any heels and finally chose a pair of flat, lightweight leather shoes.
Hmm, only the toes, the very front of the instep, and the heel were covered—wouldn't these slip off easily? Women's shoes are much narrower than men's, and after slipping them on, I didn't feel as free to move my whole foot inside as I did with men's shoes. However, I didn't feel as restricted as I had expected. Turns out, my feet are long and slender too.
In the elevator, I tidied myself up a bit. Hmm, I shouldn't look too strange, right? All my clothes fit fairly well; the only thing I wasn't used to was these leather shoes, which felt like they were about to fall off. No problem, I'm good at walking, and I can tolerate the pain even if they blister.
Finally, the elevator reached the first floor. As soon as the doors opened, I was about to face the public as a woman…
"Hey, Miss You…"
a guard called out to me as I passed the security booth. Although I'm still not quite used to my new name, it was just the two of us through the security checkpoint, so he was definitely calling me.
"Um, is there something wrong?"
Oh my god, is there something strange about me that he noticed...?
"Oh, nothing. It's just that Miss You hasn't left the house all day and ordered takeout. I wonder if something happened?"
This guard is being too nosy. I don't remember talking to him last night. But I really can't stay with him for too long, lest I give myself away.
"It's nothing, look, I'm going to work now, aren't I?"
"Going to what work? Isn't Miss You supposed to be focused on finding a reporter job?"
"Yes, today is my first day as a reporter."
Actually, what I meant was, today is my first day as a reporter as a girl.
"Really? Congratulations, Miss You, your dream has finally come true."
"Thank you... I'll be going now."
"Good luck, Miss You."
I didn't dare look back at him. It's too obvious; his deliberate attempt to get close to me clearly shows he's interested in me. Hmm, how should I describe this from a girl's perspective? Let's just say it's like a toad lusting after a swan.
Once I got to the street, seeing I still had some time, I went to a nearby coffee shop to buy some breakfast.
"Hey, boss. Two donuts and a latte, sorry, I'm in a hurry," I called out loudly. Even though I was still in line, at least the boss could prepare my food first—it's always been my habit.
As a result, all the male office workers in front of me stared at me. Embarrassed, I lowered my head and silently waited in line. This reaction was strange; if it were before, I would have glared back fiercely.
"Hey, boss, two coffees," a young man behind me called out in the same way.
No one looked at him; the boss silently nodded, indicating he heard me.
This society is full of male chauvinism, but having been a man myself, I was completely oblivious.
Be ladylike, not effeminate.
I suddenly realized that society isn't inherently patriarchal; it's just that most people expect women to adhere to certain etiquette rules, while men's exaggerated behavior is generally tolerated as long as it's not too inappropriate. "
Hmm, I need to be more ladylike," I silently told myself.
Just then, I received my coffee and was wolfing down a donut. Passersby were staring at me again. Ha, a lady's image isn't just about how you treat others; your manners are also important.
Manners, and that's the hardest part.
Not long after, I arrived at the "Beautiful Magazine" office. Xiao Jie was already waiting for me in the main hall. Heh, old friend, you young bald monk, always so punctual.
Xiao Jie's height seemed a little strange to me. Because I used to be taller than him, but now my line of sight to him was level, no need to adjust my angle. Luckily I was wearing flats, otherwise, given his personality, he would feel inferior for a long time seeing a girl taller than him. He wasn't fat, but he was showing signs of weight gain. The square-framed glasses on his nose made him look honest and cute, and in fact, he was quite honest and cute.
"Xiao Jie!"
I called out unconsciously. He didn't react, and I knew I'd misinterpreted it.
"Miss You?"
I nodded, and he began to look me up and down. He frowned when his gaze fell on my hair.
"Miss You, you've changed your look since the last interview, haven't you?"
"Yes."
I nodded awkwardly again. It seems I really need to deal with these three thousand strands of hair.
"This way, please."
So I followed him into the magazine's offices.
I've been working here for almost three years; I know exactly where the positions are.
But when he led me to my office, my heart started racing.
He closed the door and sat down facing me. The furniture was the same, only my files and belongings were gone.
"Excuse me, Ms. You. The editor-in-chief has something come up and will be a little late… Would you like something to drink?"
"Hehe, it's alright, that's just how the boss is."
"What did you say?"
"Uh… I mean, the editor-in-chief is busy, it's understandable." "
Ms. You, as a newcomer, it's not good to be so glib."
"Yes…"
Hehe, I never expected to be lectured by Xiao Jie. I'll find a way to embarrass you another day… No, I need to be more ladylike, more ladylike.
"Miss You seems to have a very bold personality."
"What?"
He was still staring at me, and I immediately checked myself... Oh my god, I was sitting with my legs spread wide, my hands on the armrests, looking like a big boss. Without thinking, I quickly closed my legs and put my hands back on them. Damn it, I'm a little woman, a little woman!
"It's okay. My words are neutral, they don't mean anything by praise or criticism."
"Really?"
"Really."
Xiao Jie's smile was bright, and based on what I know of him, he wasn't lying. To be honest, after being friends with him for so long, I still find it hard to categorize the type of girl he likes.
Just now, when I closed my legs, I found that sitting like this wasn't as uncomfortable as I had imagined. The lack of something in the middle does affect the ease of the posture. I'm just a little not used to it.
"Mr. Ren, are we just going to sit here like this?... I mean, since I've already been accepted, aren't you going to show me around?"
Xiao Jie's personality was clearly not suited to being a receptionist.
"Hmm, of course. But I thought you'd like to see your future office first."
"What?"
I was genuinely shocked. I'd been climbing the ladder for over two years to get this shabby office. The editor-in-chief was going to give it to a fresh graduate like me right away...
"I'm also a little resentful, but... the editor-in-chief seems to particularly appreciate the articles you published in school."
"Really?... "
Please, don't ask me about the content of your articles, I don't even know the old Ruoping!
"To be honest, I'm not interested in your theoretical writings. For a journalist, practical experience is more important."
Thank goodness.
"Yeah, I think I'm lucky to have caught the editor-in-chief's eye... Why did this office just happen to become available?" "
The original owner, who was also my best friend, took a week's leave, but three days ago suddenly called to say she was quitting... The editor-in-chief suddenly decided to hire you the night before last."
Xiao Jie's tone suddenly became melancholy.
"What happened?"
"I wish I knew, leaving without saying goodbye..."
"Xiao Jie, actually I am..."
"What?"
Seeing Xiao Jie's sadness for me, I suddenly wanted to muster up the courage to tell him everything that had happened, my history of drugging and raping girls, and the painful process of undergoing gender reassignment surgery these past two days. But the threat of death, coupled with his masculine gaze searching for any sexy features on my body, made me hesitate...
"Actually, I came to apply because I admired Mr. Zhang."
"Oh, really? But he ran away..."
Ha, calling myself 'Mr.' feels weird... But you silly goose, can't you even realize that I am actually him?
"Ms. You've always called me Xiao Jie... Are we acquainted?"
"Uh, well... I figured we'd be colleagues from now on, and you're the first person I met at the company, so naturally I don't want to be too distant from you."
"Oh, really?"
Hey, don't blush! How come you guys are so easily misunderstood... uh, 'you guys'? Haha, my thinking is becoming more and more feminine...
His phone rang, and after answering it and saying a few words, he said to me, "The editor-in-chief is here. I'll take you to see her."
I nodded, feeling quite apprehensive. Maybe I can pretend in front of you lecherous men, but once I'm facing a real woman, my facade will be exposed...
What's there to be afraid of? With my current appearance, at most I'll be seen as a very masculine woman. I kept telling myself this on my way to the editor-in-chief's office.

Apple Swimming, Part 2.

Hmm, I don't know how long I slept. Huh? Where am I...?
I stretched, rubbed my eyes, and looked around. I think I fell asleep in front of a woman's dressing table.
Ah, yes, I remember now. I've become a woman, and this is my first experience with makeup and hairstyling before falling asleep. Looking at the used cotton pads and hair curlers scattered on the floor, my still-clean face, and my disheveled hair, I roughly know that I've tried for a long time, but without any success.
I sighed and really wanted to smoke.
Actually, I don't smoke. It's just that smoking gives me a way to act like a man in despair. I don't want to cry like a woman anymore.
This time, I didn't cry. Since I won't smoke, drinking is fine too. But I think this Ruoping is a fresh graduate, so it's unlikely I'll find any alcoholic beverages in her house.
Then again, even if she's not a fresh graduate, women generally don't keep cigarettes or alcohol at home.
But speaking of cigarettes and alcohol, my stomach started rumbling. That's right, I haven't eaten anything all day. Women are human too; I need to find something to satisfy my hunger.
I rummaged through the fridge and found some vegetables and meat, but the problem is... I don't know how to cook! I'd be a little happier if I had instant noodles.
What to do? Looking like this, I don't really want to eat out, so I'll just order takeout. But ordering takeout requires money, and I don't know where Ruoping keeps her money.
My first instinct was to look at the desk, and sure enough, I found some bankbooks, credit cards, and cash. I checked the amount—wow, she's really rich! A fresh graduate just entering the workforce, and she has more savings than me.
Well, no, it's 'me' who's really rich. This is all money 'I' saved from my previous part-time jobs. I told myself this, because I'm Ruoping now, hehe.
I quickly found a nearby pizza chain in the phone book and dialed the number immediately.
"Yes, everything... plus a bottle of Coke."
Haha, I'm so happy. At least, eating is something both men and women do, so I don't need to do any studying.
While waiting for the pizza, I continued flipping through the "Women's Life Guide." I skipped the first two sections on hair and makeup, as I'd already tried them that afternoon—too difficult, and I wasn't up to the task. Next was the etiquette section, the first chapter being dining etiquette.
I read a few lines and again admitted that it's definitely easier being a guy. How should I put it? Chewing with your mouth open, sitting with your legs apart—these seemingly insignificant details are completely unnoticed by guys. But if a girl does those things, I think the chances of getting her out again are practically zero.
Never mind, let's enjoy my pizza first.
Speak of the devil, and he appears. The walkie-talkie rang; it was the security guard downstairs. He asked if I had any takeout. I said yes, and he let the delivery guy in.
After using the walkie-talkie, I reassessed Ruoping's small suite. Though small, it had everything you needed. There was a bedroom and a bathroom; the kitchen and living room were small, but the lack of separation actually made the space feel more spacious. It's more than enough for one person.
This must be a very high-end apartment building; the rent must be expensive. It's unbelievable that a student working part-time can afford to live here, and even has more savings than me.
On the other hand, the spaciousness comes from the owner's attention to cleanliness. I can't imagine what this place will look like after some time.
Not long after, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to get the hot food. After telling me the price, the delivery guy kept staring at my chest.
"What are you looking at?" I instinctively snapped back.
I looked down... oh, how embarrassing. This spaghetti-strap nightgown had the shape of a bra, but not the function. The shape of my nipples was actually quite clear under the silk fabric. I looked down again in embarrassment, thankfully the nightgown, though short, covered my entire buttocks, so my panties weren't showing.
I quickly gave him the money, pushed him out the door, and locked it. My heart was still pounding.
The delivery guy was a stranger, but those few seconds of contact made me realize one thing: we were no longer the same kind of beings. Even though it was just a glance, his aggressive stance and my defensive one were quite obvious.
A woman's psychology is actually very subtle. On one hand, she seems to like being watched, but on the other hand, she's wary of the potential danger. However, the thought of being stared at by a man made me feel nauseous. In any case, I should probably wear more clothes in front of strangers in the future.
After a satisfying meal of cola and pizza, I picked up my "Women's Life Guide" again. The etiquette section took up a considerable amount of space, and I found it a bit tedious, trying to find a simple solution.
Effeminate?
When we used to say a guy's behavior was effeminate, didn't we mean he had feminine tendencies? Although it felt disgusting, I'm a woman now, so such behavior is perfectly natural, isn't it?
This amazing discovery excited me so much that I immediately ran to the mirror and struck what I considered my most effeminate pose. I tilted my head, blinked, waved my hand, and then, leaning to the side, called out in the sweetest voice, "Hi!"
Indeed, the image in the mirror was somewhat coquettish. However, I still got goosebumps all over. Even though it didn't look as uncomfortable as it would be for a guy, my psychological barrier was still quite significant. So I decided not to do anything further and just obediently go back to studying.
Just then, my watch alarm went off. Huh? Why am I wearing Ruoping's watch? Even more strangely, why am I keeping track of time? ...Yes, I remember now. It's time to change my tampons. Sigh, can you say being a woman isn't troublesome?
Removing the tampon felt a little nauseous; it was soaked and had a fishy smell, and the process of removing the soaked tampon was equally unpleasant. But thankfully, I was much more skilled than before. After spraying some aromatic cleanser on my genitals, I decided not to insert any more. The book said that nighttime is longer, so it's best to use overnight sanitary napkins instead.
This thick overnight sanitary napkin was stuck in my crotch; it wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but I definitely couldn't ignore its presence. Fortunately, I didn't do anything else at night besides sleeping.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I read a little about basic physiology, and then I was really tired, so I climbed into bed. I tossed and turned a couple of times, then got out of bed to find some clothes. It turned out that this silk, thin-strapped nightgown, while nice to the touch, lacked elasticity and easily got caught under my body when I turned over.
After putting on a t-shirt, I went back to bed, speechless, staring blankly at the ceiling. Ah, if a woman were to become a man, would he suffer like I have? Or would he thrive? Woman, man… man, woman… is it just a matter of habit?
Speechless, I asked the heavens.
My sleepiness deepened ...
...

**** ... "Um...yes, I'm Ruoping." "It's like this, Ms. You. You passed the interview, and the editor-in-chief has decided to hire you...I wonder if you're free today? The editor-in-chief would like to see you at ten o'clock to discuss the details of the job." "Sure." Great! 'Beautiful Magazine,' that's my familiar battlefield. "Then, see you later." "See you later." I hung up the phone excitedly. Last night, when I was ordering pizza, I found out that my apartment building is very close to 'Beautiful Magazine,' only two blocks away on foot. The problem is, with my current 'crash course for girls' education, can I prepare to leave in such a short time? What time is it now... oh my god, it's already past nine! No, I need to hurry. I need to go to the toilet first, and just as I pulled up the seat ring, oh dear, how could I forget again, I need to sit down to use the toilet! A sense of panic began to creep over me...

Thankfully, brushing teeth and washing face are the same for both men and women. It's just that sometimes when I move too much, strands of hair get in my way, which is annoying. I should find something to hold my messy hair in place. No time, I won't look. My hair is messy, but it's passable. Many young people these days have a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, decadent, or颓废) style; as long as
I don't look like a crazy woman, it's fine. Makeup? No problem, my face in the mirror looks quite pretty; I'm charming even without makeup. Forget it, I'll skip this step. Taking off my underwear, I checked the sanitary pad. Oh my god, last night's flow was quite heavy. I quickly rinsed my genitals and then opened
a new tampon. Spreading my legs, bending slightly, and relaxing, hmm… the applicator slid in smoothly. Okay, don't rush, slowly push the applicator forward… I'm so relieved, this time it went in one go! I applaud myself for being both rough and meticulous. I put on a panty liner and changed into a new pair of underwear. However, the trouble is just beginning…
what should I wear?
After all, it's a workplace; wearing a t-shirt and jeans isn't quite appropriate. I rummaged around and finally found a nice silk blouse and a pair of well-fitting suit trousers.
I put on the blouse and checked myself in the mirror. Having learned from last night's experience, I paid special attention to my chest.
Oh dear, I could see my nipples! What should I do? Although the blouse wasn't transparent, the light color and thin fabric meant the chance of it showing was still 100%.
Hmm, I don't know how to wear a bra… Suddenly, an idea struck me. I remembered seeing something while searching… yes, this one, a tight-fitting sports vest. But this vest was really tight; it flattened my chest considerably. Luckily, I wasn't trying to seduce any men; as long as it wasn't too uncomfortable, I was fine with it.
Then I put on the trousers. As I pulled them up above my thighs, I naturally covered my private parts with my hand… Heh, what was I covering? There was nothing there. But at the same time, I noticed that women's trousers were very different from men's; the hip area was tightly covered. If my manhood were still intact, it would be incredibly uncomfortable. It's tight now, but not uncomfortable.
Another downside of these tight pants is that I can't put anything in my pockets. If I do, it bulges out, looking both unsightly and uncomfortable. I looked around and found a small shoulder bag, so I stuffed all my wallets and other odds and ends inside.
Okay, whatever, time to go out. As soon as I took my first step out the door, I realized my feet were ice-cold, so I quickly went back to find my shoes. I ruled out any heels and finally chose a pair of flat, lightweight leather shoes.
Hmm, only the toes, the very front of the instep, and the heel are covered—won't these slip off easily? Women's shoes are much narrower than men's, and after slipping them on, I didn't feel the same freedom of movement as with men's shoes. However, I didn't feel as restricted as I had expected. Turns out, my feet are long and slender too.
In the elevator, I tidied myself up a bit more. Hmm, it shouldn't be too strange. All the clothes fit fairly well, the only thing I'm not used to is these leather shoes; they always feel like they're about to fall off. No problem, I'm good at walking, and I can tolerate the pain even if they chafe.
Finally, the elevator reached the first floor. As soon as the doors opened, I was about to face the public as a woman…
“Hey, Miss You…”
The guard called out to me as we passed the security booth. Although I wasn't quite sure what my new name meant, there were only the two of us at the checkpoint, so of course he was calling me.
“Um, is there something wrong?”
Oh my god, is there something strange about me that he noticed…?
“Oh, nothing. It's just that Miss You hasn't left the house all day and ordered takeout; I wonder if something happened?”
This guard is being a bit too nosy. I don't remember talking to him last night. But I really can't play along with him for too long, lest I give myself away.
"It's okay, look, I'm going to work now, aren't I?"
"What work? Miss You, weren't you focused on finding a reporter job?"
"Yes, today is my first day as a reporter."
Actually, what I meant was, today is my first day as a reporter, as a girl.
"Really? Congratulations, Miss You, your dream has finally come true." "
Thank you... I'll be going now."
"Good luck, Miss You."
I didn't dare look back at him. It was too obvious; his deliberate attempt to get close to me clearly showed he was interested in me. Hmm, how should I describe this from a girl's perspective? Let's just say it's like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.
Once I got to the street, I saw I still had some time, so I went to a nearby coffee shop to buy some breakfast.
"Hey, boss. Two donuts and a latte, sorry, I'm in a hurry." I shouted loudly, even though I was still in line, at least this way the boss could prepare first, which was my usual habit.
As a result, all the male office workers in front of me were looking at me. I lowered my head embarrassedly and silently waited in line. This reaction was strange; in the past, I would have glared back fiercely.
"Hey, boss, two coffees, please," a young man behind me called out in the same manner.
No one looked at him; the boss nodded silently, indicating he had heard me.
This society is full of male chauvinism, but as a man myself, I had never noticed it.
Be ladylike, not effeminate.
I suddenly realized that male chauvinism wasn't that severe in society; it was just that most people expected women to follow etiquette, and men's exaggerated behavior was tolerated as long as it wasn't too inappropriate.
Yes, be ladylike, I silently told myself.
Just then, I received my coffee and was wolfing down a donut. Passersby were all staring at me again. Ha, a lady's image isn't just about how you treat others; behavior is also important.
Behavior, that's the hardest part.
Not long after, I arrived at "Beautiful Magazine," where Xiao Jie was already waiting for me in the main hall. Hehe, old friend, you young bald monk, always so punctual.
Xiao Jie's height seems a bit odd to me. I used to be taller than him, but now my line of sight is level with his, no need to adjust my angle. Luckily I'm wearing flats, otherwise, given his personality, he'd feel inferior for a long time if he saw a girl taller than him. He's not fat, but he's showing signs of weight gain. The square-framed glasses on his nose make him look honest and cute, and in fact, he is quite honest and cute.
"Xiao Jie!"
I called out unconsciously, but he didn't react; I knew I'd misinterpreted it.
"Miss You?"
I nodded, and he started looking me up and down. He frowned when his gaze fell on my hair.
"Miss You, you've changed your look since the last interview, haven't you?"
"Yes."
I nodded awkwardly again. Looks like I really need to deal with these three thousand strands of hair.
"This way, please."
So I followed him into the magazine's office.
I've been working here for almost three years; I know exactly where the power dynamics are.
But when he led me to my office, my heart started racing.
He closed the door and sat down facing me. The furniture was the same, except my files and belongings had been moved out.
"Excuse me, Ms. You. The editor-in-chief has something come up and will be a little late… Would you like something to drink?"
"Hehe, it's okay, that's just how the boss is."
"What did you say?"
"Uh... I mean, the editor-in-chief is busy, it's understandable." "
Ms. You, as a newcomer, it's not good to be so glib."
"Yes..."
Hehe, I never expected to be lectured by Xiao Jie. I'll find a way to embarrass you another day... No, I need to be more ladylike, more ladylike.
"Ms. You seems to have a very bold personality."
"What?"
He's still staring at me, I immediately reflect on myself... Oh my god, I was actually sitting with my legs spread apart and my hands on the armrests, looking like a big boss. Without saying a word, I quickly closed my legs and put my hands back on them. Damn it, I'm a little woman, a little woman!
"It's okay. My words are neutral, they don't mean anything by praise or criticism."
"Really?"
"Really."
Xiao Jie's smile was bright, and based on what I know of him, he wasn't lying. To be honest, after being friends with him and his brother for so long, I still find it hard to categorize the type of girl he likes.
Just now, I crossed my legs and found that sitting like this wasn't as uncomfortable as I'd imagined. The absence of something in the middle does affect the ease of the posture. I'm just a little unaccustomed to it.
"Mr. Ren, are we just going to sit here?... I mean, since I've already been accepted, aren't you going to show me around?"
Xiao Jie's personality is clearly not suited to being a receptionist.
"Hmm, of course. But I thought you'd like to see your future office first."
"What?"
I was genuinely shocked. I'd climbed for over two years to get to this shabby office. The editor-in-chief would immediately give it to a fresh graduate...
"I'm also a little resentful, but... the editor-in-chief seems to particularly appreciate the articles you published in school."
"Really?... "
Please, don't ask me about the content of your articles, I don't even know the old Ruoping!
"Frankly, I'm not interested in your theoretical writings; for a journalist, practical experience is more important."
Thank goodness.
"Yeah, I think I'm lucky to have caught the editor-in-chief's eye... Why did this office just happen to become available?" "
The original owner, who was also my best friend, took a week's leave, but three days ago suddenly called to say she was quitting... The editor-in-chief suddenly decided to hire you the night before last."
Xiao Jie's tone suddenly became melancholy.
"What happened?"
"I wish I knew, leaving without saying goodbye..."
"Xiao Jie, actually I am..."
"What?"
Seeing Xiao Jie's sadness for me, I suddenly wanted to muster up the courage to tell him everything that had happened, my history of drugging and raping girls, and the painful process of undergoing gender reassignment surgery these past two days. But the threat of death, coupled with his masculine gaze searching for any sexy features on my body, made me hesitate...
"Actually, I came to apply because I admired Mr. Zhang."
"Oh, really? But he ran away..."
Ha, calling myself 'Mr.' feels weird... But you silly goose, can't you even realize that I am actually him?
"Ms. You've always called me Xiao Jie... Are we acquainted?"
"Uh, well... I figured we'd be colleagues from now on, and you're the first person I met at the company, so naturally I don't want to be too distant."
"Oh, really?"
Hey, don't blush! Why are you guys so easily misunderstood... uh, 'you guys'? Haha, my thinking is becoming more and more feminine...
His phone rang, and after answering and saying only a few words, he said to me, "The editor-in-chief is here. I'll take you to see her."
I nodded, feeling quite apprehensive. Maybe I can put on an act in front of you lecherous men, but once I'm facing a real woman, my facade will be exposed...
What's there to be afraid of? With my current appearance, at most I'll be seen as a very masculine woman. On my way to the editor-in-chief's office, I kept telling myself this.

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