Chapter 2: Be a Decent Person!
A small hotel near the university.
An Han held a delivery bag in his hand, looking completely lifeless as he opened the door to a large room with a king-size bed using a key card.
He turned back and nervously asked, “You’re really not going to trick me, right?”
“Like, you’re not gonna start taking pictures the moment I put on the dress, right?”
Standing behind him, Wu Dongming shook his head hard. “Of course not! I’d never do something that low to a friend!”
“Heh, sure. I totally believe you,” An Han replied flatly.
When they played games, the two of them could fight tooth and nail over a single kill or a creep. An Han didn’t trust a single word that came out of Wu Dongming’s mouth.
“How about this, you wear women’s clothes first, then I’ll wear them after?” An Han suggested carefully.
“You’ve tricked me the most, and I’m supposed to believe you?” Wu Dongming turned his head away in disbelief.
The two stood by the hotel room door, refusing to give in.
Finally, Wu Dongming threw up his hands. “Forget it! I’m leaving! Screw this cross-dressing nonsense!”
“Wait— don’t go!”
An Han quickly grabbed his arm. “Fine! I’ll do it! I’ll wear the women’s clothes first!”
What kind of stupid mission was this?!
He was risking his dignity just to complete a task!
He cursed silently in his heart. If it weren’t for that house, there’s no way he’d do something this ridiculous.
It was fun enough watching people cross-dress online, but no one ever wanted to be the one doing it themselves.
He stepped into the room, glanced around at the setup, and sat on the bed to rip open the delivery bag.
A few moments later, a full set of women’s clothing worth several hundred yuan was neatly spread out across the bed.
“Looks decent,” Wu Dongming commented from the side. “I thought you’d bought one of those cheap sets for thirty yuan.”
Please, for a whole house, a little investment was worth it!
An Han took a deep breath, staring at the outfit. “You wait here! Don’t you dare run off!”
“Relax!” Wu Dongming patted his chest confidently. “Have I ever lied to you before, bro?”
“You said you’d mark attendance for me last time, and I still got marked as absent.”
“That was a special situation!” Wu Dongming said with a cheeky grin as he handed him the outfit. “Go ahead.”
An Han took the clothes with a look of disgust. “Look at you. When it’s your turn to wear it, you make a hundred excuses. Not manly at all! Can’t even be decisive.”
“Cross-dressing and manliness don’t exactly go together, you know.”
“If you run, I’ll chase you back to the dorm and force the dress on you myself!”
Wu Dongming pretended to look scared. “I’m not running! I swear I’m not running!”
“Tch~”
An Han walked straight into the bathroom, but soon came right back out.
“What, you chickened out already?” Wu Dongming crossed his arms, smirking like he was watching a good show. “If you’re scared, don’t do it. Just repackage the clothes and return them.”
“No, it’s just… the bathroom’s too small.”
An Han muttered as he peeked inside.
The bathroom was tiny, probably less than six square meters. There was only a squat toilet and a small sink, nothing else.
The floor was clean, sure, but the space was smaller than his dorm bathroom. If he stretched his arms, he could touch both walls. There was barely any room to change, let alone hang up clothes.
“Hold these for me.”
Without thinking much, An Han shoved the outfit into Wu Dongming’s hands and went back into the bathroom.
Wu Dongming peeked curiously through the half-open door. Just in time to see a shirt and a pair of pants get tossed out.
“Holy crap, you’re actually doing it? You’re really going all in on this?!”
He was completely shocked, he never expected An Han to actually go through with it.
“It’s just cross-dressing, right? Do you really have to take it this seriously?”
He thought that, when it came down to it, An Han would chicken out. But judging from the situation now, the guy was actually doing it.
“What else can I do? Hand me the outfit.”
From inside the bathroom, An Han reached out his hand. “And don’t even think about running. You can run from the monk, but not from the temple!”
“What, don’t tell me you secretly wear women’s clothes often?”
“How could I? Do I look like that kind of pervert?”
“Yes, you do!”
“Hurry up and give me the outfit! What’s wrong, you getting scared?”
Wu Dongming lowered his head and looked at the outfit in his hands, hesitating.
If he handed it over, he’d probably have to wear women’s clothes next. But if he didn’t, An Han would definitely tease him about it for at least two weeks.
He glanced down at the clothes on the floor again.
“Here, take them.”
“And the wig, the stockings, and the shoes.”
“Wait, can you even fit into this women’s outfit?”
Inside the bathroom, An Han grunted. “It’s made for someone around 1.7 meters tall, so it should fit me… barely. But you? You’re at least ten pounds heavier than me.”
“Exactly! I can’t even fit into it, so why do you keep trying to make me wear it?”
“Even if it doesn’t fit, you still have to wear it! Stop making excuses, damn it!”
An Han cursed and focused on figuring out how to put on the outfit.
It wasn’t that revealing, actually. Compared to some cosplay skirts that barely covered the hips, this one only showed a bit of thigh and wasn’t risky at all.
It was his first time wearing thigh-high stockings, but after studying them for a moment, he treated them like long socks, rolled them up, pulled them on, and adjusted them until they fit snugly on his legs. Unfortunately, the skirt was long enough that there wasn’t even a hint of “absolute territory.”
Finally, he put on the wig. Picking up his phone, he used the front camera to take a look at himself.
“Hmm… not great…”
Although An Han wasn’t bad-looking, the wig was messy and unstyled, making him look rather sloppy.
Still, because he was thin, the women’s clothes surprisingly fit him well. Even if his flat chest and hips made it hard to tell the front from the back.
Anyway, only Wu Dongming would see it, so whatever.
For the sake of a house, he could afford to lose a bit of dignity!
“Dongming! I’m done!”
He called out, joking, “Get ready! Don’t fall in love with me at first sight!”
An Han patted his skirt, took a step forward, and was about to open the door — then suddenly looked down.
His stockings had slipped down…
He didn’t bother fixing them. Opening the bathroom door, he looked out, only to find the room completely empty.
“Dongming?”
“Wu Dongming? Don’t tell me you’re hiding.”
An Han chuckled. “You can’t hide forever. This room’s so small, where could you even go?”
“Under the bed, huh?”
“Let’s see…”
He crouched down, ready to peek under the bed. But suddenly, his heart started pounding wildly. In an instant, sweat covered his palms.
“My clothes… where are the clothes I changed out of?”
“Dongming?”
“Dongming?!”
He panicked and searched every corner of the room. But after checking everywhere, he didn’t find Wu Dongming, and worse, his own shirt and pants were gone too.
“F**k! Wu Dongming! You ran off and took my clothes with you?!”
“Be a decent person, for once!”