"W-Mom?"
It was difficult and strange to say.
"Yes," the bean said, holding back her tears.
"..."
Even if I want to start a conversation, what am I going to talk about? I'm still not used to this job!
"Rest well," he said, giving me one last reluctant look, and closing the door and leaving.
***
As the door closed, the soft-feeling woman had completely changed without a trace, from a hard-eyed woman.
With firm and steady steps, he advanced down the corridor, the sound of his hard heels echoing.
Although the doctor followed him silently, he did not see the need to hide the disgust and contempt in his eyes. Realizing this, the woman paused, raising her eyebrows and smiling, continuing to move forward. His green eyes are hardened, and his breathing is languid.
The doctor shuddered instinctively, though he didn't notice anything.
Pale green eyes aimed at the doctor again "Any sequel or mistake I will blow up your hospital"
After he left the words, he walked away with faster steps.
The doctor took a long look behind the woman, her curls of blond hair swaying with each advance.
"Tch, it wouldn't be shit if he wasn't from the Ji family! Scumbag woman," he said while pulling out the phone, re-reading the text he had edited for the last time, and sending it.
***
I rubbed my hair with an uncomfortable feeling. This weight will break my neck, it should be cut as soon as possible!
After looking around and seeing no sharp tools in the room, I sighed and leaned back on the bed.
I can't cut it with scissors.
Don't even think about it, I would get in trouble as soon as the Ji Family made such an ignorant act in my position.
To date, if I'm not mistaken, Ji house hasn't chosen a new manager yet.
And when a new candidate appears - and that's me - everyone turned their eyes in this direction to find fault, I guess.
God, I feel like I've fallen into old English balls.
Everyone is killing people with their tongues while smiling.
Or some kind of politics.
Or to company business...
Anyway, I was stuck in every way and since I was born into this family, it was certain that I couldn't be 'normal'.
I stared at my flat chest with depression.
I couldn't buy it.
"off"
*sighed*
Being a man is an advantage in this world though. I wrote the novel in a society that is somewhat close to patriarchy. So although being a man is a definite advantage...
I couldn't buy it.
My hands are slightly larger than my old hands, even though I have a thin skeletal structure. Although not much difference.
I'm whiter.
I don't see signs of mustaches and beards, and while that's certainly fine, I still feel alien and distant from my body.
My shoulders are slightly wider, I'm taller.
Bone formation is different.
Weird, weird in every way!!
Even looking in the mirror sometimes I freeze for a while, definitely not from narcissism!
All of a sudden my body went rigid, wait for a second!!!
This body has only been wiped with damp cloths by the nurses since birth, it has never been washed!
I quickly left the room as my face tightened with signs of disgust. If this goes on like this, I'm going to stink!
Ohh, disgusting!
When the nurse saw me, "Do you have a request?" he asked nervously.
"Hmm, help me get to my family, namely my mother"
My mother was the only one familiar with the others.
He nodded and after a while, he came to me on the phone. I took the phone and brought it to my ear.
"Yun ?"
I swallowed when I heard the anxiety in her voice.
A mother who loves me, am I lucky or what?
I replied as I tossed my thoughts into a corner.
"Mom, my hair is bothering me," I said.
I still can't even get used to my voice oscillating between magnetic and softness.
"Okay, wait for me!"
I gave the phone to the man while looking at the closed phone. I was torn between saying thank you and not saying thank you.
Everything that came out of my mouth would probably be on everyone's lips tomorrow, I sighed as I thought of people segregated by level and discriminatory society.
I miss our egalitarian society.
I was getting depressed as I remembered the novel.
When I came to my senses, the nurse was already gone, so I don't have to thank you, right?
It was a strategy.
Like the king and slave understanding in ancient times, ah I feel silly and depressed the more I think about it!!
Before long, my mother appeared with a man behind her. I watched them calmly through the window as they made their way to the hospital entrance.
By the way, how quickly did I accept the world, my family, and my mother without realizing it?
This is terrible, was it because I was Yun, or was I unknowingly being influenced by your mind? Was it because they were related by blood?
Strange, actually this body is a soulless empty corpse. So I didn't take anyone's place.
Therefore, I had no sense of guilt.
Because Yun was me, another identity of mine from the very beginning.
I turned to the open door.
I felt sorry for the person who was going to quietly clean this clump of hair as the middle-aged man who came with the bag calmly sat me on the bed and started to comb my hair.
"What kind of model do you want?" She asked.
"Short"
I would have fear of long hair otherwise!
The man stared at my hair, which was crawling on the floor, silently.
Now is a good time to improve relationships when you think about it.
I turned to my mother and said softly, "Whatever my mother wants."
She was slightly surprised and then smiled, "Is there a catalog for hairstyles?" she asked.
Shaking his head, the man proceeded to the bag he had brought and pulled out a few catalogs.
After looking at it for a long time, he said "This" and handed it back to the man.
I closed my eyes and wished the man would start and finish as soon as possible.
It was fine as long as it wasn't hit like 3 no and cut into a mushroom.
And by the way, she dressed, I was sure of my mother's taste.
"Okay" I opened my eyes as the man contentedly placed the mirror in front of me.
"..."
Long.
At least it wasn't crawling on the floor, but it did reach my waist.
When I turned to my mother, she was looking at me with bright eyes.
I could tell that she loved it a lot, but I couldn't go out with this look.
A gender-neutral face, long hair...
I would certainly be humiliated by the head of a patriarchal society.
When I looked back in the mirror, I liked it.
The old weight was lifted from me, indeed, the longer the hair, the greater the torment coefficient!
It turns out that my mother loved 'elegant and beautiful.
But I didn't choose.
"Mom, can't it be shorter?"
Shaking his head, he turned back to the catalogs.
After some hesitation, I couldn't help saying "Get cooler".
Rebel?
No, that feeling between rebellious and elegant, that's what I want!
I was slowly starting to mash as I heard the sounds of turning pages.
At the time, my mother seemed to have chosen a model based on the man's recommendation.
I held back my urge to yawn.
I frowned slightly, I had to be mindful of my outward image, although this feeling of restraint was unpleasant.
Especially in this world where I am alone when there are so many wolves who want to tear me apart due to my position!
When I finally looked at my face in the mirror, I was slightly shocked.
With this haircut...
This body is a bit like the one in my previous life?!
-To be continued-