A Difference in Genders (A BTS Story)

Chapter 3: A New Friend

        (Y/N) barely knew what was happening to her as Mi-hi primped, prepped, and polished her, making her look nice for her first meeting with her new group, as well as making her seem more boyish with makeup. When she was done, (Y/N) was a bit dazed, and looked at herself, wondering how this even happened to her.

        Mi-hi had cut her hair to be a bit past her ears, long for a boy, but still a manly enough cut to make her seem less feminine and more masculine.
        
        Also, Mi-hi gave her a slip of paper, which, when (Y/N) looked down at it, showed a list of steps on how to apply the makeup herself. She was thankful for all of this, because she had honestly wondered how she would ever learn how to deal with her feminine features. I mean, she could always be the flower boy, but having makeup would make it easier to conceal the truth that she was female.

        All of a sudden, she was ripped from her thoughts by a bundle of clothes being shoved into her face by Mi-hi. (Y/N) blinked, and cautiously took the clothes from the hyper woman, giving her a confused look.

        "Mi-hi? What...?" (Y/N) asked hesitantly, honestly unnerved by the amount of happiness and excitement showing on her features.

        Mi-hi smiled, clapping her hands, happily saying, "Just try them! I know you'll look absolutely adorable! Also, they hide your curves better than your current clothes, so put them on!"

        (Y/N) sighed, and made a spinning motion with her finger, wanting Mi-hi to turn around. She obliged, smiling, and patiently waited. (Y/N) stared at her back for a second, making sure she wouldn't turn around, before stripping herself of her clothes. Without even looking what was in the bundle, she started to put it on, going from the bottom up. That was, until she got to a certain item, staring at it.

        Mi-hi spoke up after the silence lasted a couple minutes, not hearing the rustle of clothes or a statement from (Y/N) that she was done. "(Y/N)-ah? Are you having any trouble? If you need help, I'm here for you," she offered.

        (Y/N) gulped, and stared at the chest binder, quietly replying, "No, no, I'm good. It's just... This all got very real for me just now. I can never be a girl again." She slipped on the chest binder, and then stared down at her now flat chest, and the skin-colored fabric covering it, mind reeling. She was really doing this, wasn't she? She was going to throw away her female self, just so she could achieve her dream. They always said dreams cost a high price to be made into a reality.

        There was nothing from Mi-hi for the rest of the time as (Y/N) dressed, but when she was finished, Mi-hi seemed to know just how she was feeling and turned around, quietly and quickly drawing the girl into a hug. The older woman patted the girl's back, making soothing noises in the back of her throat, comforting her. (Y/N) seemed shocked for a moment, before it hit her, and she clutched the back of Mi-hi's sweater, sobbing softly into her noona's shoulder.

        "There, there, (Y/N)-ah... There, there," Mi-hi quietly soothed, gently holding the crying girl. "It'll be alright. Maybe, sometimes, you can take the disguise off and we can go have some coffee and talk. How does that sound?"

        (Y/N) sniffed, picking her head up and wiping her eyes, and looking at Mi-hi with wide eyes. "Really?" She breathed, "That sounds amazing!"

        Mi-hi chuckled, and put a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder. "Yes, really. Now, give me your phone number, so I can contact you," she laughed.

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[A/N: The picture is Mi-hi. Also, I'm sorry the chapter is so short, but I will make up for it with a longer chapter later, when she actually meets BTS.]