“Ugh! Why is there so little fabric on this?” Mu Yanxin was wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt and a pair of tiny hot pants, feeling completely uncomfortable, instinctively wanting to cover her exposed arms and thighs—this was way too revealing.
She tried to hide herself, but—
“Don’t move! What are you covering for? How else am I supposed to see if the clothes look good?” her mother barked sharply.
Though she looked like a petite young girl, the powerful aura of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator made her seem impossibly dignified.
Mu Yanxin’s body seemed terrified of making her mother angry. The moment her mother spoke, her body snapped to attention, standing perfectly straight.
Even after surgery, her figure was petite and cute, but her chest had enough curve that it stood out.
Because the shirt’s fabric was thin and soft, her body’s outline was completely visible—down to certain unmistakable details, making Mu Yanxin feel unbearably embarrassed.
She had always been curious: even if surgery could change her gender, how had her body changed so much? It wasn’t possible for her chest to just suddenly grow like this, was it all fake?
But reality proved it wasn’t fake. Now, she could clearly feel the friction of the tips against the fabric, that itchy and stimulating sensation obvious because her senses were far too sensitive.
This was definitely real; it was her own chest, and her sense of touch was even stronger than before.
“This shirt really is a bit… I can’t, it’s too thin.” Mu Yanxin just couldn’t accept this kind of clothing.
“Then change it. Next is the School Uniform Skirt, right?” her mother said magnanimously, allowing her to take off the shirt. But then, she picked up a black collared uniform and put it on Mu Yanxin.
This material was much thicker, so her chest wasn’t on display like before. It was even long-sleeved. But this so-called School Uniform Skirt barely covered her bottom; her legs were completely exposed to the air.
“Th-this, can you really go out wearing this? The skirt’s so short, my whole legs are showing!” Mu Yanxin protested.
This ultra-short skirt reminded her of certain shameless demonic cultivator women from her past life, who would purposely go barefoot.
“Of course! That’s because these kinds of short skirts are supposed to be worn with stockings for the best effect. Be good, Xin’er, come put on the stockings.”
Her mother smiled and laid out four pairs of stockings before Mu Yanxin—two long, two short; two black, two white.
Wearing socks was perfectly normal, but these stockings were even thinner and more comfortable than the socks from her previous life, and they had simple designs that looked even prettier.
After trying on all four pairs, her mother asked with a smile, “Xin’er, which ones do you like best?”
Mu Yanxin pointed to the over-the-knee black stockings she was wearing. Her mother had just taught her the name earlier while changing.
Honestly, she didn’t like any of them, but at least the over-the-knee black stockings covered more skin.
Actually, she preferred the white ones, but black stockings matched better with the black School Uniform Skirt. If she wore the white ones, the contrast would be too harsh and wouldn’t look good. Mu Yanxin at least had that much sense of aesthetics.
However, the stretch of fair thigh left bare between the skirt and the over-the-knee black stockings—while not much—still made Mu Yanxin feel as if she was deliberately showing off for others.
Whenever she looked in the mirror, her own eyes were drawn to her thighs. It was just too strange!
“Mama, isn’t there, like, a longer skirt or pants that can cover my thighs completely?” Mu Yanxin couldn’t help but ask.
“There is, Xin’er, there is. There are nine more sets like that.” Her mother immediately took out pantyhose, leggings, formal dresses, and other clothes.