It felt like something was pierced in your chest by that sharp emotion, and the bitter fluid gurgled out until it spread to every corner of Rand's body.
But now is not the time to indulge in that sadness.
Rand took a deep breath, forcibly pressing the swollen emotions back into the depths of his chest.
"Thanks, Rogers, thank you for the reminder, but Munster and I have to get out, the FBI is on my radar, and Munster... if Munster keeps hanging out like this, it will cause..."
"panic."
Rogers took Rand's words.
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 coming this way.
Rogers grabbed Rand, who instinctively dragged Munster's wheelchair, and the three of them slid into the door closest to them.
It was a dimly lit room without windows, the air was stale, and the strong stench of disinfectant permeated the air. There were various kinds of cleaning agents on the shelves, and mops and vacuum cleaners and washing machines were stacked in the corners. floor machine.
This is the hospital's cleaning supplies storage room, and Rogers snatches a mop as he slips into the room and snaps it to the doorknob.
When he turned around, he saw Rand's slightly shocked expression: "Hey, honestly, why are we here? I have to say you made me nervous."
Rand said.
"It's just a habit. You know, every time my doctor and I are in the hospital for a shot..."
"Rogers!"
Rand covered Munster's ears hard, and then interrupted Rogers' narration of his peach experience. The latter raised an eyebrow and glanced at Munster's straight tentacles with a deep meaning.
"… all in all, it's a good habit to lock the door, at all times," he said to Rand, before placing his satchel heavily on the ground, "and I personally think that what we're going to do next, we also need to Do it in a relatively 'undisturbed' place."
"What's next?"
Rand asked in confusion.
"Like you said, you've got to get yourself and Munster out... You should really feel lucky to have a good friend like me to help you."
Rand blinked, watching in horror as Rogers pulled out a pink leopard-print vanity case from his bag, as well as a beautifully packaged one with the words 'Redhead Rose's Secret Garden' printed on it paper bag.
A bad premonition appeared in his mind, and a cold sweat broke out behind him, and he even took a step back unconsciously.
"Thank you… thank you… but why do I feel bad?"
He says.
Rogers turned his head and winked at him, and he tore the paper bag open and shook its contents in front of Rand.
"Today is your lucky day, Rand, you should think so, you know, I just bought this dress, and the texture and color are the best..."
In his hand a short suspender skirt with black sequins shone with faint reflections of the stars.
It even looked like it could only cover a person's butt.
"Hey, is this a joke? You, you mean..."
"Just think about it, the paparazzi are always keen on the news, as long as you're still walking out of this hospital as a man, they'll immediately realize that it's you. They might even follow you to your apartment... oh , no, I think there's even a paparazzi lurking under our apartment right now. But anyway, they wouldn't notice a 'woman' in a wheelchair—"
"No, no, I really don't think it's a good idea, Rogers, it's ridiculous, and I'm definitely not going to do it."
Rand was almost cornered by Rogers, he said decisively.
ten minutes later-
"God, I think it's chilly down there. It feels so weird!"
Rand tugged at the hem of the damned skirt, standing behind a shelf with some hesitation.
"That's how the dress is designed, it's cut to show the thighs of the wearer as much as possible, which elongates your lower body... You should come out and let us see, Rand?"
Rogers put his arms around his chest and said encouragingly to Rand.
"Do you think so too? Munster?"
He even took the time to wink at Munster—the latter's quietness for a while was almost anomalous.
The scales of its skin were still a dull gray, and it was evident that its depression would continue for some time.
It was only after hearing the word "Rand" that it reacted slightly, and it slid off the wheelchair and slid to the back of the shelf.
"No, Munster, get out!"
Stared at by the little monster's simple four eyes, Rand clutched his buttocks a little embarrassedly and staggered out from behind the shelf.
"Wow-"
Rogers looked at him and let out a long whistle.
Rand suddenly realized his behavior, and his face suddenly turned pink with shame... Even the earlobes and neck were dyed the same color.
Before this day, he had never known that wearing women's clothes was such a…
(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 made Rand almost dizzy because of the replenishment of blood to his brain.
"No, Rogers, I really think it's such a stupid idea, I think it's totally... it's weird!"
Lande said incoherently.
"Look, as soon as I walk, my God, the fabric is shrinking, and I feel like I'm going to be an exhibitionist."
"No, Rand, you look absolutely amazing! Don't let the blunt and boring patriarchal thinking of the man world hold you back, and honestly, from a professional like me, I have to say you really are Perfect for this."
Rogers cupped his cheeks with both hands and said to Rand with a dreamy sweet tone.
Indeed, in Rogers' eyes, Rand fit the dress even better than he thought.
His thin figure fits the cut of the skirt, the white legs and the lines of the neck and collarbone are perfect, even the black lace straps tied around his neck to hide the Adam's apple are perfect Matched with Rand's jerky breath.
As for Rand's shy pink skin... not great!
"You are absolutely perfect."
Rogers exclaimed.
Then he pulled the camouflaged crystal silicone breast pads from his bra and forcibly shoved them into Rand's chest.
When Rand bowed his head, he was horrified to find that the giant object and the two bulging things seemed quite natural.
"Be careful not to raise your hand high, sometimes that thing will slide up..."
Rogers instructed him.
And when Rogers paints Rand's face in a forceful manner and gives him a wig with certain long black hair, Rand just feels like he's been through a long, mental rape... ok Well, maybe it's not that serious, but it must be admitted that he feels that he has been completely tortured by that kind of panic and panic.
He didn't even have the strength to fight Rogers again.
Especially when Rogers finished his "work" and happily took out his phone and sent Rand a photo.
Rand couldn't believe that in the photo, the woman with pale skin and long black hair was himself...
"She" looked 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 went out in this state, no one would associate "her" with Rand Sivers.
"If there ever comes a day, I'm sure you'll save your own best friend, right?"
Rogers grinned at Rand.
Rand took a deep breath and put on Rogers' shoes (the color didn't match a bit, but the pointy-toe style was trendy), thinking he could just leave the room and break down. room (or rather, powder room).
But Rogers grabbed his arm.
"There's still something unfinished, Rand. You can't go 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 that there was still something left unfinished.
Until Rogers pulled out a stack of wax paper from his bag.
"No...why do you carry this stuff around with you!"
Rand almost cried.
It sounded stupid, but it was true, he really felt the heat in his eyes.
"Hey, you've already done this, 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 you have beautiful legs? But, trust me, no woman would allow her to have hair on her calf..."
"I think they look pretty good."
Rand attempted a last-ditch effort.
"Don't worry, it's not too painful, it's not allergic, and they can even be used on steel doors..."
Rogers said.
"Think about Munster." His tone became light and soft, which fully showed his concern for Rand. "It's not suitable for wandering outside. You have to get it back quickly, don't you?"
"My... look..."
After Munster heard his name, he quickly came to Rand's side.
Under normal circumstances, it would focus all its attention on Rand, who was a little different from before, but it had experienced a serious mental blow not long ago, and now it is obviously more concerned about the word "appearance".
It remembered Rand's words to soothe it before, but the heartbreak still lingered.
That strong sense of unease made Munster instinctively approach Rand, he wanted Rand to see it, and he longed for Rand's affirmation.
However, for Rand, Munster's appearance really only reminds him that it really is not suitable for appearing in the world of ordinary people.
It was because of this that he finally agreed to Rogers' proposal.
It's just some wax paper for depilation, and his leg hair will always grow back.
he thinks.
[Let's skip the hair removal process in the middle - after all, it's not beautiful and accompanied by Rand's uncontrollable physiological crying] After all the leg hair was removed, Rand's memory of this plane has become fragmented and blurred .
He simply didn't know what torture could be more horrific than this - wax paper for depilation was a commercial item? !
The cops really should be using this when they're interrogating prisoners. No normal man can stand it, Rand thought, and was in awe of the women.
After the hair removal, the skin of the legs felt like it was about to boil, and it was accompanied by heat.
"It's normal, you'll get used to it."
Rogers explained, with a shallow scar on his face.
In fact, Munster nearly attacked Rand when he ripped the wax paper off of Rand, but luckily Rand stopped the monster's reckless behavior.
"Get used to? I'll never get used to this..."
"Okay, stop complaining, 'Miss Severs', you look perfect now." Rogers packed his things, then frowned at Munster, who had been silent until now." Uh, Rand? Can you be sure what your fish is doing?"
Rand looked at Munster—he even felt all his blood rush to his head after seeing what it was doing.
The little monster was so quiet because it had been furtively collecting the discarded wax paper with Rand's fading leg hair.
It carefully clumps them together, tucks them between its webbed hands and sniffs the scent on it fascinatedly.
… Some Chihuahua owners see their pets biting them, multiplying that embarrassment tenfold, and that’s what Rand is feeling right now.
"My God, Munster? Who are you..."
Rand stared at it with his mouth open, until a few seconds later he rushed over red-faced, trying to snatch the hairy wads of wax paper back.
However, this time Munster seemed extraordinarily unyielding, or, because of the previous blow, it was more sensitive than any time before.
It worked very hard to keep those wax paper balls, and at the same time made a complaint of grievance.
"I... I want..." it said, "I... want... Rand's... hair..."