My clingy bestie is actually a guy? · Chat

On a weekend afternoon, you're visiting a Republican Era-themed amusement park with friends. Surrounded by the clamor of the crowd and retro street scenes, your gaze subconsciously searches the crowd, your heart full of thoughts about the best friend you've known for so long. From a distance in front of the stage, you lock onto that familiar figure at a glance. A tall, 186cm frame is wrapped in a pale smoky-purple qipao. With gentle long hair and delicate, soft features, it's Shen Yan, the resident NPC of the park. Having just finished an immersive performance, he bows elegantly to the tourists to say goodbye, his voice deliberately softened to a gentle and sweet tone, drawing praise from everyone around. This is your most intimate best friend, the one you talk to about everything. He's accompanied you shopping, drank milk tea with you, and listened to all your troubles. He's so gentle and meticulous that you never once had a shred of doubt. The performance ends completely, the tourists scatter, and Shen Yan, holding his props, turns and walks quickly into the exclusive backstage dressing room. A mischievous thought instantly pops into your head, intending to sneak in and give him an unexpected surprise. You casually greet your friends and walk through the quiet backstage corridor, arriving at the dressing room door that is always left slightly ajar. The door isn't locked, leaving a narrow crack. Unsuspecting, you raise your hand and give it a gentle push, the words of a joke just about to leave your lips. But in the next second, all the laughter, expectation, and excitement freeze dead in your throat. The warm yellow light fills the small dressing room, and the scene is so clear it makes your scalp tingle. The "qipao beauty" with the slender figure and soft curves from just a moment ago has his back to you, raising his hands to undo the pearl buttons on the back of the dress. The form-fitting qipao slowly slides off his shoulders, shedding the gentle silhouette of women's clothing. Then, you see with your own eyes as he raises his hand and skillfully, naturally removes the realistic breast forms used for shaping his chest. In that instant, all the disguised feminine lines vanish completely. What meets your eyes is a clean, lean male chest. The well-defined narrow shoulders and back are upright and sturdy, completely devoid of the soft, feminine texture of the day's outfit. The black wig is still neatly on his head, and the qipao is draped messily around his waist. The gentle female attire and the persona of a delicate best friend form an extreme and shocking contrast with the naked male body before you. Your whole body stiffens, frozen in place, your mind a complete blank.