Oh my God, where am I, I thought in a panic when I woke up the next morning. Oh, right...

Let me tell you—waking up in the buff in a hotel room without any recollection of how you got there is horrifying. At least until you remember you did this to yourself, like in my case. Don't judge me.

The rest of the morning was a blur, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting pretty in front of a team of stylists and makeup artists. Min-Soo rested on a chair beside me, fresh out of the hospital and clearly exhausted.

Slowly but surely, my face was transformed into his, and my long chestnut hair was hidden beneath a dark wig. I won't bore you with the details, but by the end of it, we were all pretty shocked how identical we looked...face-wise, anyways.

The other members murmured quietly amongst themselves, comparing the two of us in amazement. Gradually, their eyes started to travel down, and the illusion was broken.

Making lewd gestures, Myung was quick to point out my robe-clad chest, reminding the group—unnecessarily—that I was still a woman. Sunni nodded in thought, staring a bit too long for comfort.

Round two.

The hair stylists and makeup people were swiftly replaced by a fashion expert of the corset variety. I was asked to change into a pair of Min-Soo's skinny jeans—which felt wrong on so many levels but somehow even more wrong when I found out we were the exact same size. After that traumatic discovery, I was measured across my bust and provided with a corset tailored to my body. And whoever invented those unholy contractions should burn for all eternity.

Having stepped out of my room to show the consultant how the black corset looked against my body, I was completely unprepared for what came next.

In front of God and everyone, she grabbed the laces of the corset and pulled with the strength of a hundred men. A strangled gasp left my lips, feeling my chest concaving. Specks swirled around my vision, and I fell to the floor in dizzying defeat. Myung snickered.

Crouching down in front of me, Jae knitted his perfect brows together in concern. "You okay?" he asked worriedly. Of course, air is for peasants.

I rose to my feet shakily, trying in vain to ignore the constricting feeling around my chest. I refuse to be brought down by glorified lingerie. Forcing a smile, I borrowed one of Min-Soo's shirts from a nearby rack and pulled it on over my head. The fit was pretty snug, but the corset did its job in making my chest look even flatter than it had been to begin with.

Now if only I could breathe.