I was on my honeymoon at the coast with my husband, but he was too busy rubbing sunscreen suggestively onto his female best friend’s back. “Wow, you’ve really filled out here, haven’t you? Nice work.” When I saw Liam’s hand lingering on the small of Riley’s back, my face was serene as I crushed the plastic cup in my hand. Liam didn’t appreciate my silence. His expression tightened with annoyance as he scolded me for my lack of generosity. “We’re just messing around, Sloane. We’ve always been like this. Why do you always have to make it a thing?” Riley shot me a look of pure, sweet provocation. “Don’t be mad, Sis. Liam and I grew up together, practically sharing a sandbox. We’ve seen everything. We’re purely platonic.” She sighed dramatically, tossing her long hair. “My only regret is being born a woman. If I could choose, I’d absolutely turn into a guy, just so people like you wouldn’t get the wrong idea all the time.” Liam draped an arm over her shoulder and looked at me, shaking his head. “I really wish you could be more supportive, Sloane. Don’t ruin the brotherhood.” They had no idea that I was a former transmigrator. The System that sent me to this world had promised me one wish upon the completion of my last mission. Since the two of them were so fiercely “platonic,” I decided to grant Riley’s wish to be a real man. 1 “I wish to grant Riley Preston’s desire, and make her a real man.” The System’s reply was instantaneous: “As the wish involves fundamental changes to human structure, the complete gender transformation will require seven days.” Seven days. That meant in one week, Riley would be completely male. It took every ounce of self-control not to burst out laughing right there on the sand. Riley, oblivious, reached up, hooked her arm around Liam’s neck, and pulled him in for a mock headlock, squeezing him against her chest. She laughed heartily. “Alex’s barbecue is probably ready. Come on, your daddy’s starving.” Liam grunted, an annoyed but ultimately compliant sound, and bowed his head, letting her drag him along. Even though I’d witnessed this scene countless times, my eyes still stung. On the beach during the soft blue hour, everyone was seated in a circle. I was about to move forward, but Riley beat me to it, plopping down right next to Liam. “Oops, I sat here! Hope my sister-in-law won’t be mad, huh?” Before I could say anything, Liam rushed to her defense. “It’s just a seat, Riley. Sloane, don’t be petty.” I kept my face blank and picked a random seat further away. Liam’s expression soured a little at my distance, but he was quickly distracted by Riley’s relentless chattering. When the platters of barbecue arrived, Liam immediately handed me a skewer of grilled shrimp. “Your favorite seafood. Don’t be angry anymore.” I froze, then slowly reached out and took it. Riley feigned outrage, pinching Liam’s ear. “Oh, you dog! How dare you show preference! Can’t you see your daddy’s still hungry?” Liam played along, yelping and wincing, quickly offering up a skewer of chicken wings with both hands. The others laughed at the silly spectacle. I bit my lip, staring blankly at the grilled shrimp in my hand. It wasn't until Chet Reynolds, who was sitting next to me, leaned over and asked if he could trade his grilled squid for my shrimp that a ripple finally crossed my still surface. A virtual stranger, someone I’d only met a couple of times, knew that I actually hated shrimp. And Liam Beckett, the man I’d been in a relationship with for four years, was clueless. All those years of commitment and love, it seemed, meant nothing at all. After dinner, bored, everyone decided to play “Never Have I Ever.” After a few rounds of tame work and life confessions, it was Riley’s turn. She flashed a sly smile, locking eyes with me without an ounce of shame. “Never have I ever seen Liam and Sloane’s video… the bedroom kind.” The lively atmosphere instantly went dead silent. My mind exploded into a buzzing static. I stared at Liam, unable to comprehend the violation. He just offered a helpless, sheepish smile, then smacked Riley lightly on the butt. “What are you bringing that up for now?” Alex, trying to smooth things over, quickly interjected. “It’s just the video of Liam blow-drying Sloane’s hair in bed, right? Who hasn’t seen that! Let’s drink, let’s drink!” “No, it’s not!” Riley stood up, looking smug, suggestively shaking the beer bottle in her hand. “Liam is much more impressive than that. Sloane was shouting his name, and you guys haven’t even…” Liam quickly shoved a piece of roasted meat into her mouth. “Shut up! You promised to keep that a secret! Why are you spilling it now?” Riley just pouted. “So what? This game’s only fun if you play it right.” She lowered her voice to a theatrical whisper, but loud enough for everyone to hear. “Besides, I’ve seen way more explosive stuff than that. If you try to stop me again, I’ll tell the whole story!” A ringing filled my ears, my brain completely blank. When I finally registered what was happening, the glass beer bottle in my hand was already hurtling toward Riley’s head. It shattered against Liam’s back instead. Glass sprayed everywhere. In that critical moment, he had instinctively, unequivocally, shielded Riley. My eyes were hot, starting to water, but he didn’t notice. Instead, he spun around, glaring at me, enraged. “Sloane, can you please stop throwing your little princess fits?” He didn’t lower his voice. The accusation was sharp and public. “I brought you to meet my friends out of kindness, and you can’t even take a joke? What a buzzkill you are.” He scoffed, looking at my injured hand and the glass shards scattered on his shirt. “If we hadn’t already gotten legally married, I would call the cops right now! Maybe a few nights in jail would clear your head.” Riley, the victor, stood up and sauntered away. “Come on, son, walk with your daddy. We don’t play with petty little girls. They’re annoying.” Liam shot me one last look—a dark, you-better-get-it-together look—and walked off after her. The ocean breeze felt suddenly cold, but my heart was colder. His friends exchanged awkward glances, then mumbled excuses and scattered, leaving me sitting alone on the sand, staring blankly at the coastline. Four years. For four years, I had believed Liam was the perfect husband. He remembered every anniversary and special date, always crafting a handmade gift. Every Friday, a bouquet of fresh flowers was delivered to my office, earning me the envious glances of my colleagues. I’d mention a new restaurant in passing, and the next day, he’d drive us there. Our parents had met, were thrilled, and we’d already signed the legal papers—the wedding ceremony itself was scheduled for next month. But all that goodness became lighter than a feather when his "brother" Riley was involved. When Riley returned from her trip, he kept it a secret and went to pick her up late at night. The packed lunches he made for me every day? He’d casually make an identical, usually more generous, portion for her. He told me he was too busy to pick me up during a sudden downpour. As I trudged through the crosswalk, soaked, I saw him walking into a mall arcade, his arm slung casually around Riley’s shoulder. Every time I got angry, he’d dismiss it with the same line: “I see her as a guy. How could I ever be involved with her?” “She’s just a friend, Sloane. Stop thinking something so filthy about us.” Since they were so convinced of their “brotherhood,” I figured that when Riley was actually a man, their friendship would only deepen, right? I let out a low, humorless laugh. Suddenly, a roll of gauze appeared in front of me. “Your hand is cut. You should bandage it up.” Only then did I notice the broken glass had left a deep gash on my right hand, which was bleeding steadily. When I didn’t move, Chet gently took my hand and meticulously wrapped the wound. I thanked him, but he didn't leave. He simply sat down next to me, grabbed a beer, and started drinking. We sat there all night until the most beautiful sunrise I had ever seen broke over the horizon. I took a picture and posted it to social media with a single caption: “A new beginning.” We took a cab back to the hotel and ran directly into Liam, his hair tousled, walking out of Riley’s room. Seeing me, his face immediately shifted, and he was about to start explaining when Riley popped out from behind him. A single night had passed, and just as the System had promised, many masculine features had appeared on her. The fuzz on her upper lip was noticeably darker, and the hair on her arms was thicker. Yet, she was utterly oblivious. She looped her arm through Liam’s affectionately. “Sis, your husband’s a beast in bed. You’re in for a treat.” “Stop talking nonsense!” Liam violently shook Riley’s hand off and rushed to my side. “Sloane, don’t misunderstand. We just played video games all night.” I kept my eyes down, but I clearly noticed his subconscious habit—a nervous little scratch at his pants—the tick he could never hide when he was lying. But now, I felt an abnormal calm. In a few days, he would definitely regret everything about last night. I turned, used my room key, and Liam rushed inside ahead of me. “Look, you were too impulsive yesterday, but I also said things I shouldn’t have. Can we call it even? Please stop being angry.” I simply nodded, a non-committal gesture. Relief washed over his face, and he finally smiled. “There’s a Ferris wheel nearby, right? You were always talking about wanting to go. Let’s go this afternoon.” I was stunned. Before the trip, I had read a post claiming that if a couple kissed at the very top of the wheel, they would be together forever. I’d begged him to go, and he’d called me childish. Now he was suggesting it. Just then, Riley’s voice rang out from the doorway. “Hey, honey. Tell your daddy which dress to wear. I’m going to the Ferris wheel this afternoon, and I need the perfect photo op!” She pushed the door open, twirling around in a dress for us to see. Ah. It made sense now. My heart immediately understood. Liam’s eyes clearly lit up. “Wow, you usually dress like a tomboy. I didn’t know you could pull off a dress like that. You look pretty feminine.” Riley punched him playfully. “Duh! Your daddy just doesn't like to dress up. If I put in the effort, I’d have guys lining up.” Watching the whole performance, I said coldly, “I don’t feel well. I won’t be going this afternoon.” Riley immediately rolled her eyes. “Such a bore.” Liam, hearing this, visibly relaxed. He just told me to rest up. I slept all afternoon. When I woke up, my best friend’s chat had 99+ unread messages. With grim patience, I scrolled up to the first one, which was a video screenshot. A Ferris wheel cabin at its highest point, and a man and a woman were locked in a deep kiss. The caption: “Overlooking the city from the highest point. For a moment, it felt like it was just the two of us in the whole world.” I knew the two profiles in the photo sickeningly well. The remaining 98 messages were all sixty-second voice notes. The moment I tapped the first one, my friend’s scream of rage poured out. “That scumbag Liam is cheating! Don’t you dare stop me, I’m going to scratch those two dirtbags to death!” It wasn't until I told her about the System and the wish that she finally settled down, bursting into a loud, satisfying laugh. The next day at breakfast, Liam was clearly observing my expression. Only when he saw my normal, placid demeanor did he finally relax. During the meal, Riley was still her usual aggressively affectionate self, playfully jostling him. But a moment later, she suddenly retched, covering her mouth as she bolted for the restroom. As everyone watched in confusion, Liam nervously shot up, claiming he needed to use the facilities too. Watching the two disappear around the corner, one after the other, I calmly picked up my plate and moved discreetly toward the service counter near the staircase. Riley’s voice was tearful. “I… my period is late by several days. What if I’m actually pregnant?” “I told you to use protection! What are we going to do now? You have to take responsibility for me!” After a moment, Liam’s low, soothing voice finally came through. “Don’t worry. I’ll take responsibility.” I had to bite my lower lip hard to keep from laughing out loud. I hadn’t expected the sudden nausea from the gender change to make Riley think she was pregnant. Counting the days, she only had three days left until the complete transformation. I was more eager than ever for that day to arrive. Over the next few days, Riley’s masculine features became increasingly pronounced. Her skin was noticeably rougher and oilier. Her Adam’s apple was more prominent, and her voice was a shocking, raspy baritone. If she didn't shave her mustache and leg hair for even a day, they would grow back thick and dark. Riley punched Liam in the chest in a fit of despair. “This is all your fault! This pregnancy is making me so ugly! When are you finally going to divorce that old b*tch?” Liam squeezed Riley’s hand tightly, his tone resolute. “Three days. I promise you, I will break up with her within three days.” That night, he knocked on my door and picked a fight over the wedding money. “Sloane, the hundred thousand dollar wedding fund… I really can’t come up with it. Can you please talk to your parents and convince them to drop it?” Watching his pathetic performance, I silently pulled out my phone and showed him a screenshot of our messages from a few months ago. “My girl deserves the best, of course. $100K? I’d pay $200K if I had to.” He choked on his words, stammering after a long pause. “Haven’t… haven’t you considered my feelings at all? I’ve worked so hard for years…” Before he could finish, I interrupted, speaking with faux sympathy. “Oh, I didn’t mention it because I didn’t want you to lose face. I’ll call my parents right now.” He sulked and backed off. But over the next few days, he became worse, finding fault in everything. He argued with me because I hadn’t liked his posts on social media. He argued because I didn’t pour his drink at dinner. Finally, in front of all his friends, he accused me of having contributed far less to our relationship than he had over the years. His friends were confused by his sudden change of attitude but reluctantly stepped in to mediate. Riley’s eyes, watching me, were filled with open contempt and smug superiority. I knew Liam was preparing for the breakup. But I never expected that at our final gathering, he would actively push me toward Chet. He arranged for me to sit beside Chet and, during a round of Truth or Dare, urged me to sit on Chet’s back while he did push-ups. I was hazy from wine. When I woke up, I turned to see Chet’s face flushed red. Before I could react, the hotel room door was violently kicked open. Magnesium flashes blinded me. Liam stood there with Riley, followed by a dozen photographers. He pointed at me, his face crimson with manufactured rage. “Sloane! How could you do this to me? All these years of love, and you cheat with my best friend!” “Divorce! You are the guilty party; you must leave with absolutely nothing!” He shoved two documents in front of me and forcibly pressed a pen into my hand. Both Chet and I had clearly been set up. Liam didn’t just want a breakup; he wanted me utterly ruined, publicly branded as an adulterer, so he could end our four-year relationship in a way that was completely in his favor. Chet was behind me, his voice still hoarse. “I’m sorry…” I cut him off. “Don’t be. You’re not the one who did wrong.” I flipped through the agreement, reading the predatory, one-sided clauses. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and coldly toss the papers back in his face. “I’ll agree to the divorce. But the only person leaving with nothing will be you.” Riley put her hands on her hips, her voice thick with triumph. “You think you have a choice? If you don’t sign, we’ll leak these pictures tomorrow. Let’s see what you do then!” Liam couldn’t stop the smirk from spreading on his face. “Sloane, I remember your dad has a heart condition. If he were to find out…” He let the threat hang in the air for the reporters to hear. “I’ll give you three days. Sign, or you’ll face the consequences!” He draped his arm around Riley’s waist. Riley swept a triumphant gaze over me. “You should’ve treated him better. Now Liam’s all mine!” As they walked out of the room, Liam’s joy was ecstatic. “This is great! Sloane’s assets are all ours now!” Riley looked up at him with adoration, planting a wet kiss on his cheek. “You’re so smart, Liam!” Liam’s gaze was burning, and he eagerly kissed her back. Their twisted wish fulfilled, the two of them became an instant inferno, their movements growing more intense. Kissing and undressing simultaneously. Liam’s hand traced the curve of Riley’s body, instinctively moving downward. The next second, he shrieked in pain. “Ow! What is this hard thing sticking out down there?”
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