Chapter 3: A Sudden Transformation

I sat back down on the couch, tidying up the two plastic bowls on the table. Dragon Brother went into the bathroom to shower, tossing his red and green outfit along with his large underwear in a heap by the bathroom door. The sound of the shower echoed from inside.

Truthfully, I was still processing the fact that Dragon Brother had suddenly become a woman. A normal, vigorous man becoming a curvaceous young woman overnight—if I told anyone, they’d think I was crazy.

Let me tell you about Dragon Brother’s past: He used to be quite handsome, even stunningly good-looking. Back when he was in school, he had a head of striking white hair. He’d stand there, casual and carefree, with his hands in his pockets, but his back straight, exuding a vibrant, rebellious charm. Girls would flock to him, and his desk was piled high with love letters. However, in his first year of high school, a top student girl confessed her feelings to him, only to be harshly rejected. She ended up on the roof, threatening to jump. The incident made quite a stir. The girl was indeed talented, and the teachers had long been annoyed with the rebellious boy, so Dragon Brother was expelled in style.

Dragon Brother didn’t do anything wrong. In school, aside from his distinctive hair, he never fought or caused trouble. But every group has its own rules. In Dragon Brother’s world, strength and toughness were respected, but that didn’t fly in school. He was a troublemaker there, at the very bottom of the school hierarchy.

Dragon Brother was stubborn and never understood why he was expelled. He joked that the teachers were just jealous of his good looks. He was indeed handsome back then, and even now, as a woman, his former rebellious aura lingers. Her breasts are remarkably large, and a weariness from a life of fighting seepes into her bones. The scar above her eye is hard to judge as a plus or minus, but with a little effort, she could be quite striking, a woman who draws stares wherever she goes.

Once a local celebrity, now she’s alone, drifting, her former brothers betrayed by a few rich kids. She’s always on guard, fearing ambush. Those kids are reckless, using real weapons without fear of consequences. When Dragon Brother, now a woman, sought refuge at my place, all she had were an ill-fitting tracksuit and a faded beach towel.

Thinking of those high school kids who drove Dragon Brother to this, I’m reminded once again that money truly is power. Money can make you do whatever you want.

Just then, the doorbell rang again. Who could it be this time? I walked over to answer it, passing the bathroom where I saw Dragon Brother’s clothes scattered everywhere. I sighed and neatly folded them.

I slowly approached the door, peeking through the peephole. Standing outside was a slightly thin girl with porcelain skin and deep, non-reflective black eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, as if lost in thought. Thank goodness she didn’t come at night; I might have thought she was a serial killer and called the police right away.

She wore a familiar pair of black-framed glasses, a crisp white shirt, and a slightly oversized long coat. Her somber expression and monotonous style were familiar… but she’s a woman now too?

I sighed internally, opened the door, and looked at her with a mix of resignation and disbelief. She stared straight into my eyes, as if weighing her words. Surprisingly, I felt calm.

After the initial shock, these kinds of events don’t seem so surprising anymore. I said, ‘Come in.’

Seeing my lack of surprise, she hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on the pair of holey sneakers by the door. She pushed her glasses up and silently walked in.

With two people here, instant noodles weren’t quite appropriate, so I started preparing a meal in the kitchen. She sat motionless on the couch, lost in thought, like a sculpture. If she lowered her head, she’d look just like that famous ‘Thinker’ statue.

I washed vegetables in the kitchen, straining to hear any noise from the living room, trying to think of how to start a conversation. But her statue-like pose didn’t last long. Soon, she stood up and walked over to me, her voice cold and clear: ‘I’m hungry. What’s there to eat?’

I took out a box of instant noodles and set it on the table. Without hesitation, she filled the kettle with water, tore open the packet, and dumped all the seasoning in. She stared at the kettle, lost in thought.

The air felt heavy. I started to ask if she had eaten, but seeing her calm, focused gaze, I decided not to ask. When she was like this, she was either deep in thought, angry, or plotting something—she was the only person I knew who could look completely expressionless when angry.

I pondered how to bring up the topic. Should I say, ‘So, you’re a woman now too? Do you need money for sanitary pads?’

Fortunately, the kettle boiled with a loud hiss, and the button popped up. I said, ‘The water’s ready. Hurry up and eat. There’s only one spicy beef noodle left; Dragon Brother will grab it as soon as she’s out of the shower.’

She remained silent, her gaze fixed on the kettle as if she could bore holes through it with her eyes.

Old Han turned to look at me, her dark eyes unblinking. She turned her whole body toward me and stated calmly, ‘I’ve become a woman, and you’re not surprised.’

Surprised about what… surprised you’re flat-chested?

This guy thinks I did this to her. Her flat, unemotional tone was eerie. I felt like if I said the wrong thing, she might grab a kitchen knife and stab me without batting an eye.

I sighed. ‘I am surprised. If Dragon Brother wasn’t in the bathroom with her balls, I’d be even more surprised.’

She was silent for a while, adjusting her glasses. Her suppressed calm seemed to ease, as if she had let go of her anger. She blinked a few times and suddenly tilted her head, asking, ‘What do you think caused this?’

I chuckled nervously. How would I know? If anyone knows, tell me and I’ll get you a Nobel Prize!

She poured hot water into her cup noodles and returned to the couch, becoming a statue once more, waiting for her noodles to soften. If that sculptor were alive today, seeing this, he might create a new masterpiece called ‘The Girl Waiting for Noodles’ or something equally dramatic.

Dragon Brother called out from the bathroom, ‘Old Han, grab me a towel!’

Dragon Brother’s voice was hoarse and soft. Old Han adjusted her coat, maintaining her statue-like pose, her dark eyes still fixed on the cup noodles. When she heard Dragon Brother’s voice, she raised an eyebrow slightly.

I agreed, went to find a towel, and found several in the closet. Our bathroom doesn’t have a heater, so it gets cold after a shower. Dragon Brother must have been freezing, calling my name impatiently. I muttered, rummaged through a few cabinets, and finally found a pink, dry towel.

Just as I reached the bathroom door, Dragon Brother opened it, puzzled. ‘What took you so long to get the towel?’

Suddenly, a very explicit scene assaulted my eyes.

Dragon Brother’s large, white breasts dripped with water, her long, pale legs trembled slightly as she stood with them pressed together. Her delicate face showed impatience as she snatched the towel from my hand, hurriedly drying herself.

After a while, she noticed something was off. She glanced at me, seeing me frozen in shock. She finally realized and instinctively covered her breasts!

I was still reeling from the shock when she, for some reason, lowered her arms again! I held my breath once more!

At that moment, Dragon Brother’s pale face showed a mix of emotions.

I could tell she was struggling internally—should she cover her breasts or not? If she didn’t, it felt wrong; if she did, it felt like admitting she was a woman, which she couldn’t accept. She was torn, unable to swallow her pride…

I understood. Dragon Brother was now facing a dilemma: to cover or not to cover her breasts. Once a rebelliously handsome youth, she now struggled with this new reality.

Dragon Brother pondered, standing naked, lost in thought. I felt a flush rising in my cheeks. Fortunately, she finally decided to cover her breasts, hesitating as she asked, ‘Old Han, should I cover them or not?’

My voice trembled slightly. ‘Follow your instincts…’

She frowned, thinking for a moment, then covered her breasts with a somewhat lewd gesture.

I was about to relax when Dragon Brother seemed to have an epiphany, inspired by my words. She dramatically lowered her hands again, and her breasts demanded attention once more!

It seemed that the memories of bathing and scrubbing each other’s backs with the guys overpowered her. After all, we were all men who had compared ourselves in the shower. She accepted her new body, using the towel to wipe her back, then tossed it over the washing machine with a flick of her wrist. As she reached for her clothes, her breasts almost brushed my face! I was so startled that I almost got an erection—no, that couldn’t happen!

She reached for her clothes, and I panicked, slamming the door shut. Dragon Brother yelped, nearly getting her hand caught. I leaned against the door, practicing deep breaths.

From inside, a pale arm reached out, grabbing her red and green outfit and pulling it in. She grumbled, ‘Damn, you almost caught my hand… Are you on something?’

No, sister, I think you’re the toxic one, probably something like deadly nightshade.

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