A Strawberry Predicament

The following morning, I awoke to an empty bed. Chen Si Yi, who had been sleeping beside me, was nowhere to be found, having presumably left for school.

Realizing I was now utterly alone, I scratched my head, then stumbled hesitantly from Chen Si Yi’s sweetly fragrant bedroom.

My mind, still replaying the scenes from last night, was utterly distracted. Consequently, in my dazed state, I stumbled into a soft, unidentified object right there in the corridor.

It was soft, remarkably yielding, and, quite disturbingly… incredibly familiar.

“Eek! Lin Yan, what in the world? Are you already so impatient that you’re trying to grope me this early in the morning?”

An overly dramatic voice pierced my ears. I lifted my gaze, a cool indifference in my eyes, only to confirm that my forehead had indeed collided with one of Serena’s… *indescribable assets*.

Serena, utterly absorbed in my phone, hadn’t noticed me as she emerged from the washroom. Thus, we had quite the spectacular collision right there at the entrance.

Given my diminutive and rather delicate physique, my collision with Serena left her entirely unfazed. I, on the other hand, was sent reeling by the impact of her ‘assets.’

My body pitched backward, my rear landing squarely on the cold, unforgiving tiles. My legs splayed involuntarily into an M-shape, instantly revealing everything beneath my skirt.

“Oh, wow! Pink lace panties with little strawberry patterns, no less! Lin Yan, you truly are even cuter than I imagined!” Serena gushed, her hand flying to cover her mouth in mock surprise.

I, however, simply scowled, swiftly clamping my legs together to shield the scandalous sight beneath my skirt.

Ahem… It wasn’t that I was truly perverse enough to choose such utterly embarrassing panties. Rather, after finishing my bath yesterday, I had suddenly, mortifyingly, realized I’d forgotten to bring a change of clothes.

And so, I’d called out, practically yelling for my sister’s help from beyond the door. Yet, instead of retrieving the plain white underwear I’d left on the bed, Chen Si Yi had, upon hearing my plea, instead produced these very strawberry-patterned briefs from her own closet.

Come to think of it, this particular strawberry-patterned style was one I’d never actually seen before.

Could it be that Chen Si Yi, that menace, had once again ordered more scandalous underwear for me online, all without my knowledge?!

Oh, no, please! I understand that teenage girls possess an insatiable shopping desire, and I don’t inherently object to that.

However, if Chen Si Yi’s urge is so potent, shouldn’t she be buying clothes for *herself*? Not for me! And to add insult to injury, she’s using *my* bank account! My heart truly aches.

What am I supposed to do with these leftover clothes if I ever revert to my male body? Give them to my future daughter?

Absolutely not! The very thought is utterly horrifying. My future daughter wearing *my* secondhand underwear? That image alone is enough to haunt my nightmares; it’s beyond grotesque!

“Hahahaha! I’m absolutely dying! You’re actually wearing such adorable panties! Ahahaha, Lin Yan, you truly are even cuter than I ever imagined!”

As I, face flushed with embarrassment, clutched my skirt with one hand and braced myself against the floor to struggle to my feet, Serena beside me remained utterly convulsed with laughter.

Her hand, which had been covering her crimson lips, now moved to clutch her stomach, her body slightly bent. Her cheeky, grinning expression was brazen to the extreme.

My brows furrowed instinctively, and my right hand clenched into a tight fist. My initial impulse was to leap up and punch Serena squarely in the face.

Yet, a thought quickly struck me: in my current predicament, wasn’t there a far more effective way to silence her than resorting to mere brute force?

“Serena, you seem to be having an awfully good time laughing,” I remarked, my tone laced with palpable displeasure, as I bent to brush dust from my skirt hem.

“Haha, well, just, you know, moderately happy,” Serena replied, still completely oblivious to the impending doom, her carefree laughter echoing.

“Oh, really?” I countered, raising a single eyebrow. “Since you’re in such high spirits, I presume you won’t be needing my assistance with today’s game, then?”

……..

The moment the words left my lips, Serena’s expression instantly froze. It was as if she had only just grasped that I held her very lifeline.

Her boisterous laughter vanished in an instant, her features slowly contorting into a mask of pure astonishment.

“Th-that, um, my dear Lin Yan.”

After a pregnant pause, Serena finally snapped back to reality, her lips parting once more. With an overtly demure gesture, she reached out and tugged at my wrist, her address for me instantly reverting to ‘my dearest Lin Yan~’.

“Um, that was all just a joke, really, I swear! I’m not happy at all, not one bit!”

‘Not happy? What utter nonsense! Your jaw was practically dislocated from all that laughter!’

Maintaining my cold, impassive expression, I scoffed disdainfully, then turned my head away, pointedly ignoring her as I intended to enter the washroom to brush my teeth.

Yet, before I could take more than a few steps, a sudden tug at my wrist stopped me. Left with no other recourse, I could only sigh, my gaze reluctantly meeting Serena’s now utterly fawning eyes.

“Please, please don’t be angry, my dear Lin Yan! I was genuinely just joking, truly, only joking!” Serena pleaded, clutching my wrist with an astonishingly sincere tone.

“If you’re truly that upset, then you can have these strawberry-patterned ones. My panties are pure white; how about we swap?”

‘Who in their right mind would swap with you?! Your idiotic, demonic thought processes truly astound me. And for heaven’s sake, don’t announce the color of your underwear too! I have absolutely no interest, only utter revulsion!’

Witnessing Serena quietly crouch down, her ‘sinful’ hands reaching without a shred of hesitation beneath her own skirt, I instantly shuddered.

I swiftly wrenched my wrist free from her grasp, then bolted into the washroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

Oh, for heaven’s sake.

Leaning against the closed door, I couldn’t help but draw a sharp, shuddering breath. That utterly shameless, score-grubbing expression—it was truly terrifying!