(Caption) Prince to Noble Lady

Do you think I look pretty like this? I have to tell you the truth—I was originally a man, a prince captured after losing a war. From that day on, my appearance changed completely. They began transforming me into a noble lady.

It all started with my hair. They brought in the finest stylist, who washed my hair with warm rose water, then brushed it strand by strand, curling it into soft waves with a hot iron. They placed a pink flower crown on my head, decorated with tiny pearls and tied in place with a silky ribbon. At first, the weight of the accessory felt strange, but now it feels elegant. Then came the makeup—they brushed soft pink blush onto my cheeks, shaped my brows thin and long, used deep blue eyeshadow to make my eyes appear larger, and finished with a touch of gloss to make my lips look full and gentle.

Do you know how the clothes I'm wearing came to be? The tailors took my measurements and made a corset that tightened my waist, forcing out a delicate curve. The gown was crafted from pink silk and lace, adorned with intricate frills and ribbons across the chest. The sleeves were wide and puffed, trimmed with layers upon layers of lace. A petticoat underneath gave the whole dress its volume. My favorite part is the sheer stockings with a faint pink shimmer. My pink heels, topped with little bows, sway lightly as I walk—I absolutely love that feeling. My favorite accessories are this pearl necklace and the tiny pearl earrings that match it.

The whole process took days. The stylist adjusted my curls daily, making sure each lock was perfect. The makeup artist kept trying new shades until my face looked like porcelain. The tailors worked tirelessly, sewing every last detail. At first, I could barely stand it—the corset was suffocating, the skirt rustled with every step, and I had to practice walking just to stay balanced in the shoes. But gradually, I started to enjoy it. When I looked at the refined figure in the mirror, I couldn't help feeling a little proud.

I still remember being a boy, and the days on the battlefield—but those memories feel so far away now. I've even started to enjoy the process of being dressed as a girl, to love this sense of splendor. And more surprisingly, I've realized I'm at the age when my heart can flutter—especially when I see you. You're just too adorable! My heart races when I look at you, and I want to ask… will you be my husband? I've even imagined it—me in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle with you, having children, living together. I know I'm a boy, but right now, I'd rather be a girl… and live that kind of life.

So, will you marry me?