(Caption) Poor Boy to Noble Lady

He lived in a poor family, barely able to put food on the table. One day, a pair of elegantly dressed noble spouses came to him, saying that if he followed them, they would offer generous support to keep his family alive. Although he was afraid, he eventually agreed for his family's sake. They took him to a grand mansion surrounded by carved high walls, but he soon realized their true purpose: they wanted to make him their lost daughter, to fill the void in their family by having him pretend to be a girl.

At first, he resisted with all his strength, but the couple was extremely persistent and wouldn't let him leave. The servants ignored his protests completely, and step by step forced him into a room decorated like a young noblewoman's chamber. After that, he had no choice but to cooperate as they transformed him from head to toe.

First was his hair. The maids carefully treated his grown-out hair, washing it with a fragrant shampoo, brushing it repeatedly until it was silky smooth, and then curling the tips with an iron to make delicate waves. They placed a white round hat on his head, fixed with a large blue-green bow, making him look exactly like a gentle noble lady. Every time the comb passed through his hair, he trembled with nervousness, afraid that someone would see he was actually a man, but their skill left him no room to resist.

Next came the makeup. Someone brought over a whole tray of powders, starting with a pale foundation that made his skin appear fair and smooth, completely hiding any signs of stubble or his original skin tone. They added pale blue eyeshadow to his eyelids and stuck on long false eyelashes, making his eyes look moist and large. His lips were coated in glossy pink, fragile-looking and in need of protection. When he saw himself in the mirror, he could hardly believe it; his features were so unfamiliar that a chill ran through him.

After the makeup, the maids brought out a pale blue-green cape-style top and helped him put it on, carefully tightening a belt around his waist until it was so constricted he could hardly breathe. Then came a white pleated skirt that fell to mid-calf, with a crisp, neat fabric that softened the lines of his hips and thighs. Finally, they had him put on nearly transparent light-colored stockings, hugging his legs tightly so his calves looked slim and straight. They told him to lift his foot so they could fit him into a pair of white mid-calf lace-up high-heeled boots. The heels were so high that he nearly fell the moment he stood up. The boots wrapped his ankles tightly, making his feet look slender and straight, leaving no way for him to walk in his usual stride.

At last, an older maid handed him a small black shoulder bag decorated with a ribbon patterned with bows. He could only hold it, lowering his head to look at himself, feeling unspeakable shame. But the girl in the mirror was flawless, and he couldn't deny it, even to himself.

The noble couple stood quietly outside the room, a look of satisfaction flashing in their eyes. He finally heard someone say gently, "From today on, you are our daughter."

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His chest, constricted by shapewear, rose and fell with a faint tremor. The skirt swayed lightly with his breathing, while the stockings and boots wrapped tightly around his legs, refusing to let him struggle. Even those high-heeled boots beneath his feet made him too afraid to take a careless step. He wanted to protest, but looking at his fragile reflection, it was as if even his heart was admitting: there was no going back.

From then on, she could only remain in this mansion as a young lady, following every arrangement, becoming the perfect noble daughter in everyone's eyes.