When I woke up, I became a woman and entered a strange world.
What's even worse is that I have a childhood sweetheart, and the look in her eyes when she looks at me is so sticky that it can make me stringy.
At first I was very resistant. I avoided her in the shower and wore the thickest pajamas when I slept.
Until that night when there was thunder, I was so scared that I crawled into her bed. She naturally pulled me into her arms and rubbed the back of my neck with her fingertips.
She whispered in my ear: "Don't be afraid. Ever since you were little, I have always slept with you during thunderstorms."
At that moment, I suddenly felt that being a woman seemed pretty good.
