A Young Woman's Heart

Sex reassignment surgery must be performed in a reputable hospital, and the process is very complex and cannot be completed easily.

However, this surgery was relatively simple. For her, who had studied medicine and then switched to nursing, the only thing she had to overcome was psychological barriers.

After undergoing this surgery, she can save money on medication and reduce the intensity of her body's hormonal response.

Of course, the most important thing is to cut off your own escape route.

Like burning one's boats, once this surgery is completed, there is absolutely no way to turn back.

There was actually a hint of self-abandonment in it.

Prolonged repression can also lead a person to do many extreme things.

Even these extreme things seemed commonplace to her, nothing unusual.

Just like when someone who has been contemplating suicide for a long time chooses to commit suicide and actually jumps off a building, she probably doesn't feel regret, but rather a sense of relief and comfort.

Have you finally decided to do this?

She kept asking herself the same question, her gaze falling on the first-aid kit in the corner of the room.

After taking a shower, she went into the house completely naked.

A local anesthetic was injected into him.

However, many types of pain cannot be completely avoided even with anesthesia.

A sharp, small knife was taken out of the sterilizer and cut her fair skin.

The crimson blood flowed slowly, making her feel dizzy.

But at this moment, he could only grip the knife tightly and complete this not-so-complex surgery.

The ugly, irregular pink sphere was removed, and the nerves that had once connected to it were severed.

What awaited them was a glass bottle half-filled with formalin.

Tian Tingchan gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and stitched up the wound.

The area has become completely flat, leaving only empty folds, proving that something was once inside.

But as time goes by, they will gradually tighten, completely erasing that last trace.

The remaining thing shrunk into a ball, like a larger nut.

In a person's home, all traces must be cleaned up by themselves.

She dragged her tired and weak body to clean everything up and stuffed the bottle containing formalin into the deepest part of the bookshelf.

Then he collapsed to the ground, not even wanting to lift his eyelids.

Even performing such a procedure on yourself, even if it's not a complicated one, carries significant risks.

Because their homes are not sterile operating rooms, the bacteria floating in the air could potentially infect the surgical wound.

Another point is that she performed the surgery on herself, and because of the pain, mistakes were inevitable. After the surgery, the only person who could take care of her was herself.

The air conditioner was set very high, making it especially warm in this cold winter.

Tian Tingchan fell asleep hugging her blankets, feeling a sense of relief.

……

Every normal person has desires.

Zhou Yong was no exception.

He waited until his parents went to their rooms to sleep before taking a shower.

It was already late at night.

But there was no sound of water coming from the bathroom.

More than half an hour passed before Zhou Yong finally let out a low growl like that of a wild beast.

He let out a long breath, and his expression became solemn, like a devout believer about to offer a prayer.

He wiped away the filth he had created and then rinsed his body thoroughly with hot water several times.

Standing in front of the mirror, all he could see was the face of an ordinary boy, and a body that was not attractive and even a little overweight.

There's a lump of fat on my lower abdomen that seems to get bigger every summer and winter vacation.

Zhou Yong wiped the fog off the mirror to make his appearance clearer.

He couldn't see anything good about it no matter how he looked at it, so he could only sigh and wash his face with cold water.

In reality, there are many ordinary men in this world who are not treated as men by women—unless they need something from them, in which case they might say something like, "You big man."

Zhou Yong was undoubtedly one of the ordinary men.

It is actually very difficult for ordinary people to obtain so-called love.

His father met his mother through a blind date. He remembers that when he was a child, his mother often argued with his father, but his father never dared to talk back.

This phenomenon only gradually decreased after my father became a clerk in a state-owned enterprise.

His mother's attitude towards him also improved a lot.

He certainly didn't dislike his mother; she had sacrificed a lot for the family. However, there were many things that an ordinary person would find truly frustrating.

"Sigh, thank goodness I asked Xiaoxue for help yesterday. If someone had said that about me, I probably would never have been able to clear my name." Zhou Yong pursed his lips at his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Should I confess my feelings to her? There's an age gap, but it's not that big... What if she likes me too..."

Young impulses drove him, but his brain rationally told him that even if he did it, he would probably only get a rejection.

If we don't say anything, at least we can maintain the status quo...

His mood was somewhat depressed as a result, but it's easy for ordinary people to vent their desires.

As the liquid was flushed down the toilet, his mood calmed down considerably.

"Why are you still taking a shower? How long has it been?" His mother's voice came from outside the door, bringing Zhou Yong back to his senses in a panic. He quickly changed into clean clothes.

While returning it, he replied, "Right away, right away, what are you doing?"

"Of course I came to use the bathroom. Even if you don't have class tomorrow, you should go to bed early. Why are you so late? If you keep doing this, next time you'll have to bring your computer to our room."

"Uh, I wasn't using the computer..."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm doing my homework..."

"Don't give me that, I've never seen you do your homework past midnight."

Zhou Yong coughed awkwardly a few times, got dressed, and left the washroom.

His mother stood at the door, hands on her hips, glaring at him: "Are you clean yet?"

"It's clean."

"I think you're clean by now, even though I told you yesterday to wash thoroughly. But you didn't need to wash for so long, did you? You've scrubbed your skin raw, haven't you?"

"No, no..." Zhou Yong avoided his mother's gaze and went into his room. "I'm going to sleep!"

"Go to bed early and stop playing on the computer!"

"I know I know..."

"If you stay this late again, I won't pay your broadband bill next time!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Zhou Yong lay in bed and couldn't help but think of Tian Tingchan; the moonlight outside the window seemed to perfectly complement her.

However, my current thoughts are completely different from my previous thoughts.

Just now in the washroom, I was thinking of her, who was also taking a shower. But now, in bed, I'm thinking of her, dressed neatly, standing at the school gate waiting for him to get out of school.

Human imagination is boundless, and Zhou Yong's fantasies began to extend, with one image after another appearing in his mind of Tian Tingchan looking at him.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he couldn't help but reach out and pinch the air.

It was as if he had already pinched her little face.

"Cough..." Zhou Yong suddenly realized how childish he was, and awkwardly pulled his hand back under the covers.

He tossed and turned several times, but still couldn't fall asleep.

I just can't help but wonder what Tian Tingchan is doing right now.

However, neither Mo Xueyao, whom he once liked, nor Tian Tingchan were people he could "reach for".

He was neither rich nor handsome enough.

In every sense, they are unworthy of them.

Zhou Yong has always been a very self-aware person, but he still finds it hard to resist beautiful things.

Even the most self-aware person, when surrounded by beautiful girls, how could they possibly bother to look down and observe the little grass?

More importantly, many times, girls who are just as ordinary-looking as him are the ones who look down on him the most.

On the contrary, pretty girls are more willing to show him some kindness.

Of course, Zhou Yong was also well aware that these so-called acts of kindness were nothing more than sympathy.

"Ha..." He let out a long sigh, wrapped himself up in the blanket like a pretzel, licked the drool that had dripped from the corner of his mouth from sleeping on his side, and muttered enviously, "It seems like being a pretty girl isn't so bad, at least someone's always around you..."

And this doesn't seem to be just talk. An ordinary man is always prone to compromising with life, especially when his life is better than before after he becomes a woman.

Zhou Yong even seriously considered it. If he really had the chance, he would probably choose to accept and become a beautiful woman.

But if it weren't for the prefix 'beautiful', he definitely wouldn't have agreed—it's much harder to be an unattractive woman than an unattractive man!

……

Chapter 186 Bring an Umbrella

Let's rewind to today, Friday afternoon.

School had just let out, and the sun overhead made everyone think it was impossible for it to rain today.

However, not only are weather forecasts not always accurate, but even what you see with your own eyes may not be true – no one expected that such a bright and sunny day would be covered by dark clouds half an hour later.