"No…" I cried, looking at the mirror.
What I saw wasn't an attractive girl cross-dressing as a boy but a very depressed, perverted otaku would look like.
Thick, fat, cliche black framed glasses, humongous pimples, dark yellow teeth with cavities and whatnot, and frizzed-up, unbrushed hair with dandruff.
The glasses would have been okay, but this...!
My frustration was out of bounds.
I yanked my hair and pulled while gritting my teeth.
I sulked and cried leaning at the mirror.
At least proper hygiene could've been maintained!
The only thing decent was the body. It was at perfect waist length and shape.
I sighed and looked around the bedroom.
Even the bedroom looked even worse than those gas station bathrooms.
The floor was covered in trash with leftover food and crumbs.
The bed was covered in chip packets as old, unwashed clothes lay on the floor and furniture.
The walls and ceilings as well as the furniture were covered in dust and cobwebs.
Some weird sticky substance oozed on the wall.
"How could anyone live in this....?" I whimpered, overwhelmed.
It was soundproof, fortunately.
I was pouring my lungs out with tears.