(Caption) Become a bride

In the quiet of midnight, he gently pushed open the glass door of the bridal shop. This was a place he had longed to visit, where every wedding dress displayed in the bright windows sparked his imagination. After securing the door behind him, he chose a light blue wedding dress. The lace embellishments and intricate ruffles were mesmerizing. Carefully, he removed his clothes and slipped into the dress, adjusting the straps and hem, before standing before the mirror to admire the elegant outfit.

At the vanity, he opened the makeup kit and began following the steps he had memorized from countless videos. Foundation was evenly spread over his face, his eyebrows were shaped into soft curves, eyeliner was meticulously drawn, and a touch of light pink eyeshadow complemented a vibrant lipstick. His movements were deliberate and focused, gradually transforming his reflection into one of delicate beauty.

Next, he took out a short wig, carefully brushed it, and put it on, adding a shimmering little tiara as the final touch. He looked like a different person in the mirror, embodying the image of a true bride. From the shoe cabinet, he selected a pair of light blue high heels adorned with delicate floral decorations. Sitting down, he pulled on a pair of nude stockings that clung to his skin, giving off a smooth, refined sheen. Then, he slid into the heels, their graceful arch adding an air of sophistication.

Once ready, he walked hesitantly but determinedly towards the wedding hall, which was beautifully arranged like a dream. He adjusted the dress's train, striking a graceful pose for a photo. However, the night's stillness and the softness of the gown soon lulled him to sleep.

At dawn, sunlight streamed through the windows as he woke to find a young boy staring at him in surprise. Without panic, he smiled and softly asked, "Are you my groom?" The boy froze momentarily before nodding, seemingly captivated by the enchanting atmosphere. Together, they spontaneously "held" a ceremony in the wedding hall. He took the boy's hand, the dress's hem gently brushing the floor, the heels clicking crisply with each step. Smiling contentedly, she embraced the moment, like a true bride stepping into her imagined happiness.