MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 75

It feels like something in your chest is pierced by that sharp emotion, and the bitter liquid rushes out until it spreads to every corner of Rand's body.

But now it is time to indulge in that sadness.

Rand took a deep breath and forced the bloated emotions back into the chest.

"Thank you, Rogers, thank you for your reminder, but I and Munster have to sneak out, fbi stares at me, and Munster... Munster, if he always wanders outside, will cause..."

"panic."

Rogers took over the words of Rand.

The two of them looked at each other and then silenced.

At this time, the footsteps of others came from the corner of the corridor, and some people were coming here.

Rogers grabbed Rand, and Rand instinctively towed Munster's wheelchair, and the three of them slid into the door closest to them.

It was a dark room without a window, the air was turbid, filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, a variety of detergents were placed on a row of shelves, and mops and vacuum cleaners were piled up in the corners and washed. Floor machine.

This is the hospital's cleaning supplies storage room. After Rogers slipped into the room, he pulled a mop and stuck it on the door handle.

When he turned around, he just saw the shocked expression of Lander: "Hey, to be honest, why are we coming here? I have to say that you made me nervous."

Rand said.

"It’s just a habit. You know, every time I go to the hospital with my doctor..."

"Rogers!"

Rand slammed Munster's ear hard, and then interrupted Rogers's narrative of his peach experience, which picked his eyebrows and took a deep look at the straight tentacles of Munster's head.

"...All in all, locking the door is a good habit, at all times," he said to Rand, and then placed his bag on the ground. "And I personally think that we are going to do the next thing, too. Need to be done in a place where 'no one is bothered'."

"What are you going to do next?"

Rand asked in confusion.

"As you said, you have to get rid of yourself and Munster... You really should feel lucky to have such a good friend to help you."

Rand blinked, and he watched with horror as Rogers pulled out a pink leopard-printing cosmetic case from his bag, and a beautifully wrapped, secret garden with red hair. Paper bag.

A not so good premonition appeared in his mind, and there was a shallow cold sweat behind him. He even took a step back without unconsciously.

"Thank you...thank you...but why don't I feel bad?"

He says.

Rogers turned his head and blinked at him. He pulled the paper bag apart and shook his head in front of Rand.

"Today is your lucky day, Rand, you should think so, I want to know that this dress I just bought, whether it is texture or color is the best..."

In his hand, a sling skirt with black sequins flashed a little faint reflection.

It seems to be only able to cover a person's ass.

"Hey, is this a joke? You, you mean..."

"Think about it, the paparazzi are always keen on the news. As long as you walk out of the hospital as a man, they will immediately realize that it is you. They may even follow you to your apartment... Oh, no, I think even under our apartment, I’m afraid I’m ambushing the paparazzi now. But, in any case, they won’t notice a 'woman’ pushing a wheelchair--"

"No, no, I really don't think this is a good idea, Rogers, this is ridiculous, I will definitely not do it."

Rand was almost about to be pushed to the corner by Rogers, he said categorically.

ten minutes later--

"God, I think the following is cool. It really feels weird!"

Rand slammed the skirt of the **** skirt, and hesitated to stand behind a shelf.

"That is the design of this skirt, its tailoring can maximize the wearer's thighs, which can lengthen the lines of your lower body... You should come out and let us see, Rand?"

Rogers circled his hands and encouraged him to speak to Rand.

"Do you think so too? Munster?"

He even took the time to blink at Munster, who was quiet in this period of time and could almost be said to be abnormal.

The scales of its skin are still dull grayish white, and obviously its frustration will last for a while.

Only after hearing the word "Rand" did it react slightly, it slipped from the wheelchair and slid to the back of the rack.

"No, Munster, go out!"

Staring at the four eyes of the little monster, Rand groaned at his **** and fled from behind the rack.

"Wow--"

Rogers looked at him and made a long whistle in his mouth.

Rand suddenly realized his behavior, his face suddenly turned into a shy pink... even the earlobe and neck were dyed the same color.

Before this day, he never knew that wearing women's clothes was such a thing...

(He can't even find an adjective to describe his feelings now)

His entire lower body was almost outside, the skirt made him feel a little secure, and his chest was exposed to the air... it was like streaking.

Just to think that he might appear in the sight of others in such a state, Rand will stun the past because of the brain's blood.

"No, Rogers, I really think this is a too stupid idea, I think it's complete... it's weird!"

Lan German said incoherently.

"Look, as long as I walk, God, this piece of cloth is going up, I think I am almost a maddening."

"No, Rand, you look so good! Don't let the blunt and boring patriarchal thinking in the men's world bind you. To be honest, in the eyes of a professional like me, I have to say that you really have to Great for this."

Rogers held his cheek with both hands and said to Rand with a dreamy sweet tone.

Indeed, in the eyes of Rogers, Rand even fits this skirt more than he imagined.

His thin body fits perfectly in the skirt, the white legs and the neck and clavicle lines are perfect, even the straps of black lace that are tied around his neck to cover the knot are perfect. Match the scent of Rand.

As for the pink that Randna has spread out on the skin because of shame... Don't be great!

"You are perfect."

Rogers exclaimed.

Then he pulled out the crystal silicone chest pad used for camouflage from his bra and forced them to hang on Rand's chest.

When Rand bowed his head, he was terrified to find that the □ and the two bulging things turned out to be quite natural.

"Be careful not to raise your hands casually. Sometimes the gadget will slide up..."

Rogers yelled at him.

When Rogers painted on Rand's face with a strong attitude and gave him a wig with long black hair, Rand only felt like he had experienced a long, spiritually strong storm. ... well, maybe not that serious, but it must be admitted that he feels that he has been completely overwhelmed by the panic and panic.

He didn't even have the strength to fight Rogers again.

Especially when Rogers completed his "work", he also happily took out his mobile phone and gave Rand a photo.

Rand couldn’t believe that the woman with pale skin and long black hair was herself...

"She" looks like a real woman.

A beauty.

"If Vinson sees this, he will definitely kill you."

Rand said with his own temple, said painfully.

I have to say that if he goes out in the current state, no one will associate "her" with Rand Sifus.

"If there is such a day, I believe that you will save your best friend, right?"

Rogers grinned at Rand.

Rand took a deep breath, he put on Rogers shoes (there are some mismatches in color, but the style of pointed shoes is considered fashionable), full of thought that he can leave this way so that he is about to collapse Room (or, dressing room).

But Rogers grabbed his arm.

"There are still some things not done, Rand. You can't go out like this."

"what?"

Rand frowned and looked at Rogers.

Hair, clothes and shoes, as well as make-up, accessories...

Rand experienced all the "torture" that a woman could experience. He couldn't believe what was left unfinished.

Until Rogers pulled out a stack of waxed paper from the bag.

"No... why do you carry this stuff with you!"

Rand almost cried.

It sounds stupid, but it is true, he really feels the fever of his eyes.

"Hey, you have already done this step, calm down, Rand, just take off the wax paper."

Rogers said.

He stepped closer to Rand.

"You look at yourself, what a perfect ‘female’, has anyone told you that your legs are very beautiful? But believe me, no woman will allow leg bristles on her calves...”

"I think they look good."

Rand tried to make the final struggle.

"Reassured, it won't hurt too much, and it won't be allergic. They can even be used at steel doors..."

Rogers said.

"Think about Munster." His tone became light and soft, fully demonstrating his thoughts on Rand. "It doesn't look like it's wandering outside, you have to get it back quickly, right?"

"My... looks like..."

After seeing his name, Munster quickly came to Rand's side.

Under normal circumstances, its attention will be concentrated on the Rand, which has some differences from the past, but it has only experienced a serious mental attack not long ago, and now it is obviously more concerned about the word "like".

It once again remembered what Rand had appeased before, but the feeling of heartbreak was always lingering.

The strong sense of uneasiness made Munster instinctively close to Rand, and he hoped Rand would see it and he was eager to get rand's affirmation.

For Rand, however, Munster's appearance can only remind him - it really is not suitable for the world of ordinary people.

It was because of this that he finally agreed with Rogers’ proposal.

It's just some hair removal wax paper, and his leg hair will always grow again.

he thinks.

[Let's skip the middle hair removal process - after all, it's not beautiful and accompanied by the physiological cry that Rand can't suppress]

After taking off the leg of the whole part, Rand’s memory of this plane has become broken and blurred.

He simply didn't know what other torture would be more terrible than this stuff--the depilatory wax paper turned out to be a commercial item? !

The police should really use this when interrogating prisoners. Any normal man can't stand this. Rand thinks and is full of respect for women.

The skin of the legs after the hair removal is as painful as boiling, accompanied by fever.

"This is normal, you will get used to it."

Rogers explained that there was a shallow scar on his face.

In fact, when he pulled the wax off the stencil from Rand, Munster almost attacked him, but fortunately Rand prevented the reckless behavior of the monster.

"Habit? I can never get used to this..."

"Well, don't complain, 'Miss Severus', you look perfect now." Rogers packed his own things, then he frowned at Munster, who had been silent until before. Hey, Rand? Can you tell me what the fish in your house is doing?"

Rand looked at Munster - after seeing what it was doing, he even felt that all his blood was on his head.

The little monster was so quiet because it had been sneaking up the stencils that were stained with the fading leg hair of Rand.

It carefully wraps them in a group, hides them in the middle of their handcuffs and intoxicated the smell of the top.

... Some owners of the Chihuahuas will see the scene of their pets biting themselves, multiplying that feeling of embarrassment by ten times, which is the emotion that Rand now feels.

"God, Munster? What are you..."

Rand licked it with a sigh of relief, and a few seconds later he rushed red and rushed over, trying to grab the waxy paper balls.

However, this time Munster looked particularly inconspicuous, or because it was more sensitive than before, because of the previous strike.

It struggled to retain the wax paper group and issued a complaint of grievance.

"I... I want to..." It said, "I... want... Rand's... Mao..."

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