Mermaid Effect

It felt like something in your chest had been pierced by that sharp emotion, and the bitter liquid gurgled out until it spread to every corner of Rand's body.

But now is not the time to wallow in that sadness.

Rand took a deep breath, forcing the swelling emotions back deep into his chest.

"Thank you, Rogers, thank you for your reminder, but Munster and I have to sneak out, the FBI is after me, and Munster... If Munster keeps wandering outside like this, it will cause..."

"panic."

Rogers took Rand's lead.

The two of them looked at each other, then fell silent.

At this time, someone else's footsteps came from the corner of the corridor, and someone was walking towards this side.

Rogers grabbed Rand, and Rand instinctively dragged Munster's wheelchair, and the three of them slid through the door closest to them.

It was a dark room without windows, the air was turbid, and it was filled with a strong smell of disinfectants. There were various cleaners placed on rows of shelves, and mops, vacuum cleaners, and laundry detergents were piled up in the corners. floor machine.

This is the hospital's cleaning supplies storage room, and after sliding into the room, Rogers grabbed a mop and stuck it on the doorknob.

When he turned around, he saw Rand's slightly shocked expression: "Hey, to be honest, why are we here? I must say you made me nervous."

Rand said.

"It's just a habit. You know, every time my doctor and I have sex in the hospital..."

"Rogers!"

Rand covered Munster's ears vigorously, and then interrupted Rogers' narration of his peachy experience. The latter raised his eyebrows and glanced at the straight tentacles on Munster's head with a little deep meaning.

"...All in all, it is a good habit to lock the door at all times." He said to Rand, and then put his satchel heavily on the ground, "And I personally think that what we are going to do next is also a good habit. It needs to be done in a relatively 'no-disturb' place."

"What's next?"

Rand asked in bewilderment.

"Like you said, you've got to get yourself and Munster out... You should really feel lucky to have a good friend like me here to help you."

Rand blinked. He watched in horror as Rogers took out a pink leopard-print cosmetic case from his bag, and a beautifully packaged one with the words 'Red-haired Rose's Secret Garden' printed on it. paper bag.

A bad premonition appeared in his mind, and a light cold sweat broke out on his back, and he even took a step back unconsciously.

"Thank...thank you...but, why do I feel bad?"

He said.

Rogers blinked back at him, and he tore the paper bag open and shook the contents in front of Rand.

"Today is your lucky day, Rand, you should think so. You know, I just bought this dress. Both the texture and the color are the best..."

In his hand, a suspender skirt with black sequins shone with faint reflections.

It even looks like it can barely cover a person's ass.

"Hey, is this a joke? You, you mean..."

"Come to think of it, the paparazzi are always on the news, and as soon as you walk out of this hospital as a man, they'll immediately realize it's you. They might even follow you to your apartment... Oh no, I think there are paparazzi ambushing even under our apartment now. But, anyway, they won't notice a 'woman' pushing a wheelchair—”

"No, no, I really don't think it's a good idea, Rogers, it's ridiculous, I'm definitely not going to do it."

Rand was almost cornered by Rogers, he said firmly.

10 minutes later--

"God, I think it's chilly down there. This really feels weird!"

Rand tugged at the hem of the damn skirt, hesitantly stood behind a shelf and said.

"That's what this dress is designed for. It's cut to show the wearer's thighs as much as possible, which can elongate your lower body...Should you come out and let us see, Rand?"

Rogers crossed his arms and said encouragingly to Rand.

"Do you think so, too, Munster?"

He even found time to wink at Munster - who had been almost uncharacteristically quiet for a while.

The scales of its skin were still a dull gray-white, and it was clear that its depression would continue for some time.

Only when it heard the word "Rand" did it react a little. It slid off the wheelchair and slid to the back of the shelf.

"No, Munster, get out!"

Stared at by the innocent four eyeballs of the little monster, Rand clutched his butt in embarrassment, and staggered out from behind the shelf.

"Wow--"

Rogers looked at him and let out a long whistle.

It was only then that Rand suddenly realized his behavior, and his face suddenly turned pink with embarrassment... Even his earlobes and neck were dyed the same color.

Before this day, he had never known that wearing women's clothing was such a ... thing.

(he can't even find an adjective to describe how he feels right now)

His entire lower body was almost naked, the skirt made him feel insecure, and his chest and arms were exposed to the air... It was like running naked.

Just thinking that he might appear in the sight of others in such a state, Rand was almost dizzy due to blood replenishment in his brain.

"No, Rodgers, I really think it's a far too stupid idea, I think it's totally... that's weird!"

Rand said incoherently.

"Look, as soon as I walk, oh my god, the fabric just goes up and I feel like I'm going to be an exhibitionist."

"No, Rand, you look absolutely amazing! Don't let the blunt, uninteresting masculinity of the man's world hold you back, and honestly, from a professional like me, I have to say you really Perfect for this."

Rogers cupped his cheeks with both hands, and said to Rand in a dreamy and sweet tone.

Indeed, from Rogers' point of view, Rand even fit the dress better than he had imagined.

His thin figure fit the dress perfectly, his fair legs and the lines of his neck and collarbone were perfect, even the black lace strap around his neck to hide his Adam's apple was perfect Matched Rand's jerky breath.

As for Rand's shy pink skin...don't be too good!

"You are simply perfect."

Rogers sighed.

Then he pulled out the camouflage crystal silicone pads from his bra and forced them against Rand's chest.

When Rand lowered his head, he was horrified to find that the giant and the two bulging things seemed quite natural.

"Be careful not to raise your hand casually, sometimes that thing will slide up..."

Rogers enjoined him.

And when Rogers painted Rand's face with a strong attitude and gave him a certain black long-haired wig, Rand only felt as if he had experienced a long, mental rape... Well, maybe not that serious, but it must be admitted that he felt completely overwhelmed by the panic and panic.

He didn't even have the energy to fight Rogers anymore.

Especially when Rogers finished his "work", he happily took out his mobile phone and sent Rand a photo.

Rand couldn't believe that the woman with pale skin and long black hair in that photo was himself...

"She" looks like a real woman.

a beauty.

"If Vincent sees this, he will definitely kill you."

Rand rubbed his temples and said painfully.

It has to be said that if he walked out in the current state, no one would associate "her" with Rand Sievers.

"If that day ever comes, I'm sure you'll save your own best friend, right?"

Rogers grinned at Rand.

Rand took a deep breath. He changed into Rogers shoes (there were some mismatching colors, but the pointed shoes were fashionable), thinking that he could just leave the room like this. room (or rather, powder room).

But Rogers grabbed his arm.

"There's something unfinished, Rand. You can't get out like this."

"what?"

Rand frowned and looked at Rogers.

Hair, clothes and shoes, as well as makeup, accessories...

Rand had gone through all the "torture" a woman could go through, and he couldn't believe what was left unfinished.

Until Rogers pulled out a stack of depilatory wax papers from his bag.

"No...why would you carry such a thing with you!"

Rand almost cried.

It sounds stupid, but it's true, he really felt the heat in his eye sockets.

"Hey, you've already made it this far, calm down, Rand, it's just wax paper."

Rogers said.

He approached Rand step by step.

"Look at yourself, what a perfect 'female', has anyone ever told you that your legs are very beautiful? But, believe me, no woman would allow her calves to have hair on her calves..."

"I think they look pretty good."

Rand attempted a last-ditch effort.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt too much, and it won't be allergic, they can even be used on steel doors..."

Rogers said.

"Think about Munster." His tone became light and soft, fully showing his consideration for Rand, "Its current appearance is not suitable for wandering outside, you have to get it back quickly, don't you?"

"My...appearance..."

After hearing his name, Munster quickly came to Rand's side.

Under normal circumstances, its attention would be all focused on Rand, who was a little different from before, but it, which had experienced a serious mental blow not long ago, obviously cared more about the word "appearance" now.

It once again remembered Rand's words to comfort it before, but the feeling of heartbreak was still lingering.

That strong sense of unease made Munster instinctively approach Rand, it hoped Rand would see it, and longed for Rand's affirmation.

However, for Rand, the appearance of Munster really can only remind him that it is really not suitable to appear in the world of ordinary people.

It was because of this that he finally agreed to Rogers' proposal.

Just some wax paper, his leg hair will grow back anyway.

he thinks.

[Let's skip the hair removal process in the middle—after all, it's not beautiful and accompanied by Rand's uncontrollable physical crying] After removing all the leg hair, Rand's memory of this plane has become broken and Vague.

He simply didn't know any torture could be more terrible than this thing-was wax paper for hair removal actually a commercial item? !

That's what the police should be using when interrogating prisoners. No normal man can stand this, Rand thought, full of awe of the women.

After depilation, the skin of the legs was painful as if it was about to boil, accompanied by fever.

"It's normal, you'll get used to it."

Rogers explained, with a shallow scar on his face.

Munster actually nearly attacked him when he ripped the wax paper off Rand, but Rand stopped the monster's recklessness.

"Habit? I'll never get used to this..."

"Okay, stop complaining, 'Miss Sievers', you look perfect now." Rogers packed his things, and then he frowned and looked at Munster, who had been silent before, " Uh, Rand? Can you make sure what your fish is doing?"

Rand looked towards Munster - after seeing what it was doing, he even felt all his blood rushing to his head.

The little monster was so quiet because it had been surreptitiously collecting the discarded wax paper stained with Rand's shaved leg hair.

It carefully balls them up, hides them between its webbed hands and sniffs them intoxicated.

…Some chihuahua owners will see their pets bite them, and multiply that embarrassment tenfold, which is the emotion Rand feels now.

"My God, Munster? Are you..."

Rand stared at it gaping, until a few seconds later he rushed over red-faced, trying to snatch the fur-stained balls of wax paper back.

However, this time Munster was particularly unwilling to give an inch, or, because of the previous blow, it was more sensitive than ever before.

It tried very hard to keep those stencil balls, and at the same time made a sound of grievance and complaint.

"I...I want..." it said, "I...want...Rand's...hair..."