The contest was about to begin, and everyone except the participants and the organizers had to leave the waiting room.0

“I don’t know if this is good enough, but it’s the best I can do,” Riana said, giggling as she left the waiting room, leaving Connor Lint behind in his full makeup and wig, still looking ridiculous.0

Only the forty cross-dressing contestants remained. Most of them wore gloomy expressions, as if they were being punished for some crime. 0

Of course, there were a few who looked surprisingly good in their outfits, likely those with a genuine interest in cross-dressing. With over a hundred thousand students at the Temple, it wasn’t surprising that there would be some that leaned in that direction.0

Among them was someone who looked particularly dangerous and extraordinary: participant number 40, the one with the hood. She was so anxious and nervous that she was even biting her nails.0

Connor Lint believed he was in a terrible situation, but he wondered why this person seemed so much more anxious. 0

If they were that uncomfortable, why did they even come? Was their situation similar to his?0

The organizer came out and began to prepare the contestants.0

“Alright, the contest is about to start. Participant number 40, please remove your hood now,” said the organizer. The hooded participant seemed oblivious, unsure of what to do.0

“…”0

“Please remove your hood, participant.”0

“…”0

Finally, under persistent urging, they reluctantly removed their hood. The other participants were left speechless by their appearance.0

“....”0

‘No way. Is that really a guy?’0

Everyone had the same expression of disbelief. Participant...0