I, the first son, became a woman

Xia Juan felt like a prisoner who had committed a heinous crime.

Now he is being tied up, held in a cage, and paraded through the streets!

Although she tried her best to show herself calm, calm, and grand!

But anyone who encounters such a situation for the first time will definitely not be able to calm down.

At least Xia Juan thought he couldn't do it.

She could only put on a pretentious expression on her face, ignoring everyone's indifference.

But the retracted Adam's apple was moving.

Already swallowing saliva again and again because of nervousness and shame.

Xia Juan stared ahead, allowing himself to empty his mind and calm his mind.

Let yourself get used to the gazes and discuss them one by one.

But the tense and unnatural expression on his face, the embarrassing look of biting his full lips with his teeth slightly.

It's still obvious.

This kind of aloof and arrogant, but actually nervous and caring contrasting expression.

For a while, it actually looked a little cute.

"Strange, why didn't I think Xia Juan was so pleasing to the eye before?!"

"You are greedy for her body! Despicable thing!"

"It's a pity, the fourth miss of the Xia family keeps her head down, and she can't even take a few more glances!"

"What do you know?! This is called Pipa's half-hidden face! Is beauty something you ordinary people can appreciate?!"

"You can't see the face, but the figure... You said you were really bewitched. I remember that Xia Juan didn't have such big breasts back then..."

"Nonsense! When a woman disguises herself as a man, she naturally wraps her breasts! It's not unusual for her breasts, it's that ass..."

"Hmm... at first glance, it looks like a butt that gave birth to a son!"

"A bunch of filthy mortals!"

"..."

In this dense discussion.

Xia Juan followed Mrs. Zhou and arrived at the largest clothing store in Taiping City before she knew it.

"Come on, Juan."

"How do you look at this one?!"

As soon as she entered the clothing store, Mrs. Zhou immediately took a fancy to a pink dress.

Mrs. Zhou shook her arm.

The pink skirt shook, and the shiny picks on it made a rattling sound.

This dress, at first glance, is the favorite of those young ladies who stay at home.

Behind him, Xia Juan was dragged in reluctantly by Xia Lingqiu.

When she saw the light pink dress in Mrs. Zhou's hand.

She couldn't help but rolled her eyes!

"Mom, I'm not a prostitute in a brothel!"

Such a gaudy, "red and purple" color.

Xia Juan, who claims to be an "elegant person", naturally couldn't take a fancy to him.

"You child, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

His face changed, and he looked back at the pink skirt in his hand.

Mrs. Zhou thought about it, and she seemed to think that it was indeed too beautiful and flamboyant.

Immediately, she sighed and shook her head.

"That's all! Then..."

"How about changing to this one?!"

I just put down the pink skirt in my hand.

Madam Zhou's eyes swept away, and she took a fancy to another blue rose dress.

The whole body of this dress is light blue, with a blue rose on the chest.

This dress is elegant and generous, but it looks very dignified and beautiful, with a unique temperament.

Even from Xia Juan's point of view, he thought the clothes were pretty good.

But... this doesn't mean she likes to wear it on her body!

Dignified and beautiful.

Do these two words describe yourself? !

Obviously not!

Steel, Aotian, Wangba.

That's how I describe myself!

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath.

Xia Juan looked at the passers-by outside the door who were stopped by the servants and kept poking their necks to see him.

He also looked at the covetous clothing store owner beside him, and flattered him with the face of a profiteer.

Reluctantly, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Xia Juan finally spoke.

"Oh, mother! I promised my father that I would wear women's clothes, so naturally I won't break my promise."

"but……"

"Can't I choose the clothes I wear myself?!"

Xia Juan sincerely admires Mrs. Zhou's psychological endurance.

You said that a good son suddenly became a daughter.

She actually accepted it so easily? !

She was also agilely trying to buy clothes for herself...

Look at these pink and green clothes, clothes with flower embroidery...

Is that something I can wear? !

In Xia Juan's subconscious mind, she still resists these too feminine things.

The reason why she agreed to Xia Yuanpo before.

I have already figured it out myself.

When I want to buy clothes, I only buy some slightly neutral ones.

As for the ones Mrs. Zhou chose that are obviously too feminine...

That was totally out of Xia Juan's consideration!

"This……"

He looked at the clothes in his hand with some regret.

Mrs. Zhou shook her head helplessly, and could only put it back.

"Juan'er, mother wants you to dress up beautifully!"

"Since you don't like..."

"That's fine, you can choose whatever clothes you like."

"If you are still not satisfied, mother will take you to another place..."

"Mom, this is really—no need!"

Before Mrs. Zhou finished speaking, Xia Juan cut her off decisively.

Going shopping to buy clothes is what she hates the most.

If it is true that Mrs. Zhou said to visit a few more stores, wouldn't it just kill her? !

After regaining consciousness, from the corner of her eye, she saw that Mrs. Zhou seemed to have a childish temper, and she became unhappy when Xia Juan interrupted her.

For a moment, Xia Juan could only change his expression, smiled bitterly, and coaxed his old mother.

"Mother, I think the clothes here are pretty good, so I don't need to go to other places."

"Really! Like..."

"For example, look at this one!"

Turning his eyes, he suddenly saw a very ordinary white robe that could not tell the difference between male and female.

This dress is simply the most perfect "women's dress" in Xia Juan's mind!

Xia Juan took two steps in three steps, walked over at once, and pulled out the clothes.

"Mom, what do you think of this one, I think it's very good!"

"this?!"

At the same time, both Mrs. Zhou and Xia Lingqiu beside her frowned suddenly.

Behind the two of them, Xia Huaimu smiled helplessly, as if he understood something.

"A Juan, are you really my real sister?!"

Xia Lingqiu stuck out her tongue, as if she had drunk bitter tea.

"Juan'er, are you really my own?!"

Mrs. Zhou also showed undisguised disgust in her pupils, and shook her head.

But soon, Mrs. Zhou opened her eyes wide again, ready to move.

"Looks like, I still have to come in person!"

"Juan'er, mother will choose for you!"

Nodding his head while talking.

Mrs. Zhou took down several clothes again, and stuffed them all together for Xia Juan.

There are all kinds of styles on it, and there are about seven or eight of them.

But there's no question that almost every piece is cute and pretty in an overly feminine way.

Xia Juan would never accept this kind of clothes on her body.

however……

Under the coercion and lure of his old mother and the barbaric third sister.

Xia Juan has obviously lost the power to make choices.

Ultimately, under the trade-off.

Xia Juan bought a bunch of neutral robes and plain clothes.

I bought a few more skirts and clothes that Mrs. Zhou forcibly stuffed into me, and then I reluctantly gave up!

This is also Mrs. Zhou's later consideration that Xia Juan has just become a daughter for about half a year after all.

So indeed.

It seems unrealistic to let Xia Juan wear a skirt from the beginning...

But if you understand it, you still have to buy it!

In Madam Zhou's heart, Xia Juan is now her little daughter!