I was currently trying to walk properly in high heels. My high heels were so high that it took me a while to not fall, especially when I had to get support from the wall to get up.
" Haizz, dress again..." I annoyingly said to myself, gripping the skirt, trying not to reveal the underwear that revealed both my identity and the "sensitive thing".
The dress I was wearing was so uncomfortable that I couldn't stand or walk normally. It was true that I had to get used to the dresses I was wearing due to the country's high prejudices which were no other than valuing women above men, which sometimes made me regret not listening to my mother and sister's advice and suggestions. Because both of them had experienced what they had to live and get used to, while my mother was in the war and my sister was during her school years. Also, even though I was male and I had thought about asking my mother to borrow her wigs due to having a feminine appearance to suit my whole body, fortunately, before I could wear the other types of dress, I had already gone on a diet right from the beginning, and I still did it until now, so I easily wore the dress and the body fit the clothes very good. Still, the discomfort got the better of me and I had a lot of difficulty walking comfortably to make sure that on the one hand, I would have to be polite to people around me and on the other hand, I had to be more careful with each of my steps so that I would not fall if one of my feet accidentally stepped on the skirt.
" Hello, sir. It's me. I came here for the meeting arrangement." I knocked on the door and said, politely, before the door scared me by automatically opening.
To my surprise, the background was more marvelous than what it was described to be, which I thought to be step-by-step when I went upstairs. Despite knowing how lucky I was, I was still afraid of the consequences I did while I was still a normal resident and an uninvited guest in an unknown country where I wasn't supposed to be known widely. While I was looking around the office which was described as belonging to the director, I was so confused that I could not distinguish or have knowledge about where I was in, the king's or the director's, because according to what I learned, the king's office was thought to be more luxurious than the director one.
" You have come?"
" Yes, Sir." I quickly bowed when I heard the voice next to me.
What I found out to be more shocking than I thought. It was Yuya.
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Masquerade
AbenteuerThe more we discover, the more hidden secrets we have to aware of