Love Sick : The After Story

Wedding Day

[Noh's Point Of View]

I never thought I would get to wear a dress and much less a wig. Not even in my wildest dreams and believe me, my dreams can get pretty bizarre sometimes. Dressing like a girl and substituting Yuri that day was never in my plans. But well, interrupting a wedding ceremony wasn't in my plans either. In fact, none of my life has gone according to my plans. Instead of the trouble free life I wished for, mine has been filled with unexpected surprises and unwanted experiences. 

But even though my life didn't went as I had desired, I am thankful for all the lessons I've gained. The lessons that otherwise I would have never attained. The hardships I've faced and the things I've suffered have taught me so many things. That I should avoid high heels at all costs, for example. In what other way I would've gathered this information if it wasn't for Phun? Or that I should never listen to what Yuri says (she comes up with the shittiest ideas, no joke -_-.) But most importantly, that there's no love without sacrifice. Sometimes small sacrifices, sometimes bigger ones, but there will always be one to make. And in those moments is where one must be ready to prove how invested one is in the relationship. I think one of my bigger sacrifices was giving up a normal life to hold on to Phun or humiliating myself by wearing a dress in front of a hundred people, only to get him back.  

 I close my eyes as a memory forms inside my head. I still remember getting turned into a girl very well, although the memory makes me cringe every time. Back at that time, I didn't think we would make it in time. The wedding was probably starting soon and Phun wouldn't be able to postpone it for too long, at least not without pulling some soap opera drama. Making a man into a proper lady wasn't easy job either, specially into one that was convincing enough. How long would the makeover take? Thirty minutes? An hour? I remember looking at Yuri's in utter in disbelief when she asked me to trust her with that job. I was pretty sure that to make me look like a girl we would need at least a whole crew of professionals. And I was partly right. Only a miracle could make me look a hundred percent feminine. But her work did the magic necessary for me to become womanly enough.

To be honest, I still can't believe what Yuri managed to achieve in such a small period of time. I didn't think she would know about makeup and all that. I mean, she rarely wore makeup and when she did, it would be natural look. So when she show up with all the necessary makeup products and finished with me, I was surprised. "I took some cosmetology course in high school. When I still wanted to look good for you." She confessed to me as I looked speechlessly at the unrecognizable face that stared at me in the mirror. 

I was even more surprised when she brought out a wig and a dress my size from a bag she had brought out of her car previously. "I came prepared." She had winked at me as I stared at her with my mouth agape. Supposedly, she had rushed to a wig store before rushing to my house, and the dress was her mother's that she had just picked up from the dry cleaners the day before.

 After putting the dress and the wig on, I stared at myself in the mirror, still in disbelief. I never thought I would get to see myself turned into a girl. I had wondered about it before, I mean, what boy hasn't? (Say you have or you are dead!) However, I never thought I would get to see myself turned into one, much less for Phun. But there I was, fully changed. Or at least, almost. 

"Yuri, I think we have forgotten something.." I said as I pointed at my flat chest, making the girl look at me with questioning eyes. "I have no boobs?" I said as a matter of fact and later regretted it when I saw her smile evilly. "You thought I didn't think of that, huh?!" She said before bringing two silicon sponges out of her bag. What the fuck? Where did she get those and why? I was about to ask her when she hushed me with a finger, "Don't ask."