Damn, is this one of those transmigration stories? I thought as I rushed through the bathroom then hurriedly looked at the mirror. I was stunned. What I saw was a young boy, with silver hair and eyes that seemed to sparkle as soon as it hits the light. "So pretty..." I unconsciously muttered, still in a trance. I tried to reach out to the mirror but stopped halfway. I gritted my teeth then groped my breast wanting to check if I really turned into a boy. It was flat. "..." I looked down and pulled the garter of the hospital pajama that I wore. As I looked, I saw a stick-like thing that poked through the underwear. "..." Fuck?