Quick Transmigration Victims' Mutual Aid Society

Once upon a time, there was a cross-dressing beauty who happily dressed as a woman every day. Then one day, the world suddenly changed, and all sorts of overpowered transmigrators arrived to destroy everything. At the same time, a younger schoolmate he'd once looked after came running to him in tears. "Even though all those overpowered transmigrators are ex-boyfriends I used the quick transmigration System to toy with, I'm a straight guy! You're the only goddess in my heart!" By the usual rules, the cross-dressing beauty should have to deal with a whole crowd of rivals suddenly appearing and spend every day in a romantic battlefield. But he had only one thing to say about it: What the hell does that have to do with me? It's not my fault people have crushes on me. He doesn't even know my gender. I'm a victim too. Why don't we just start a support group for quick transmigration victims? We're all single now, after all. We could get to know each other, and maybe one of us will find a solution right here. . Reader's note: .Cross-dressing seme, seme-focused .1v1 .Beautiful, elegant, and in-control seme x outwardly tough but inwardly ditzy little dragon uke .The author isn't seme- or uke-focused. The main couple must have mutual feelings. Readers with strong seme/uke preferences should proceed with caution. [New story: The Top Student Is Two Centimeters Tall. Hope you'll give it a read~] The seme is the campus heartthrob, outstanding in every way except that his grades have been stuck in second place for years. The uke comes from a poor family and is withdrawn, but his grades are unrivaled. . When they first started school, the seme admired the uke and tried to strike up a conversation. The uke stared down at his toes, nervous and self-conscious. "I don't think we should stand together." The seme turned away coldly, then went off and cried to his friends: "The top student looks down on me!" From then on, they became sworn rivals. . Later, the uke was in a car accident and died just like that. The seme was dazed and couldn't believe it. He'd already started thinking of the other as his sworn rival, yet his heart felt as if a knife had pierced it, leaving a cold, gaping hole. He didn't know how he got home. Then, on his desk, he saw a tiny sprout with trembling leaves. . The uke, his little leaves already looking a bit wilted, peeked out from behind the seme's pencil case, standing just two centimeters tall. Timidly, he said: "S-Sorry... could you water me a little?" Theme: Helping others can make you happy