After days of cross-dressing in the dorm, I had to return to my hometown to visit family. At this point, I was still stuck in the body of a girl, thanks to the system.

The trouble began… right at the village gate. Relatives stared at me from head to toe, eyes wide:

“Oh my, are you really a girl now?”

“You look so cute!”

My face flushed red, and I hurried to explain:

“Uh… no, I… it’s just… cosplay…”

But no one listened. They kept teasing nonstop. My mother just smiled gently:

“That’s my child, always causing some kind of fuss.”

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At home, I kept in touch with my roommate through the phone, still having to cooperate on “missions” that required me to act like a girl. But when my parents overheard and misunderstood that I really was a girl in disguise, I nearly fainted.

“So… you really are a girl?” the relatives asked.

Flustered, I stammered:

“No… it’s only temporary… the system… uh…”

The whole house burst into laughter, thinking I was joking. Some got curious, bombarding me with questions about my hair, my voice, and even the way I dressed.

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That evening, sitting alone in my room, I sighed:

How am I supposed to keep the system a secret like this?

Yet, amid all the chaos, I realized something important:

Even though the system was forcing me, I was learning how to observe, adapt, and… care about the emotions of those around me.

And deep inside, I started to miss my roommate, the one who had been with me through all these messy situations. Did he… actually care about me more than I thought?