Sweetie - welcome! Did you almost walk into the wrong door? I saw that look on your face just now. You didn't recognize me at all, did you? Hehe... I knew it would be like this. You stared at me for so long, wondering, "Where did he go?" Right? Stop looking. It's me. Just a few months apart and you already can't recognize me. That really hurts, you know.
Hm? My voice? My appearance? My aura? All different? Of course they are. Didn't I tell you I was taken in by relatives? They've always wanted a daughter, so... they gave me a complete makeover. My hairstyle, the way I dress, my manners, even my hobbies - everything was reshaped from scratch. Look at me now. Am I completely different from before?
You're still staring at my hair? Pretty, isn't it? It took months to grow it this long. Light brown curls falling in layers, the ends softly curled, smooth like silk. There are pink satin ribbon bows tied on both sides - Mom picked them out herself. She said they make my face look smaller and sweeter. Doesn't it make my cheeks look round and cute? And the makeup is delicate too, right? A touch of shimmer on my eyelids, mascara brushed long and curled - do they sparkle when I blink? Blush on the apples of my cheeks so it shows more when I smile. The lipstick is a glossy pink shade. Doesn't it look kind of kissable...? Hm? Why are you blushing?
Now look at this outfit. A black and pink Lolita dress - cute, right? The bodice is fitted at the waist with pink crisscross lacing in the center, and a bow right at the chest. The satin fabric feels soft. The skirt flares out in layered ruffles, black lace trimming pink pleats, swaying gently when I move. There are so many little bows decorating the waist and hem, circling around - isn't it exquisite? When I sit down, the skirt puffs up. See? Doesn't it look like a cream cake from a dessert shop? Underneath is a white lace-trimmed petticoat, just peeking out a little - that's the cutest part. And these fishnet stockings, with fine diamond patterns, cling to my legs and make them look longer. Were you secretly staring just now? My shoes... ahem, they're on the floor right now. The high heels are light-colored with slim heels, smooth on the surface, elegant in shape. Mom says a girl should wear heels to look ladylike, so I'm only allowed to wear these. But I'm still not very good at walking in them. My feet get so sore, so I sneak them off when I rest. You don't mind, do you? I'm still practicing, after all.
Are you wondering why my personality changed too? I used to love playing soccer, staying up late gaming, and talking about which girl I wanted to chase. But now it's different. That's part of the "makeover" too. Habits change. I don't like soccer anymore, and I'm not interested in girls either. I prefer cosmetics now, picking out dresses, the sound of high heels tapping on the floor... and cute boys. Don't look at me like that. By cute boys, I mean someone like you. Blushing, stubborn, but secretly caring. I've missed you so much these past few months.
Do you think I've become too sweet, too clingy? That's training results too. Mom says a girl should speak softly and smile sweetly. How am I doing now? Pretty successful, right? Even you were startled. But honestly, I quite like how I am now. Look how well the color of this dress matches my hair. The pink ribbons contrast with the black lace without being too loud. When the light falls on the fabric, it has a subtle sheen. Even I can't help staring at myself in the mirror sometimes. And my nails - did you notice? Painted a soft pink, glossy and shiny. When I lift my hand, they echo the bows. It's all about the details. Mom says a refined girl should be consistent from head to toe.
So now, I'm a brand new me. I like cute things, pretty clothes, and cute boys. You're exactly my type. If you don't mind... we could do something sweet together. Chat a little, stand closer, let me hold your arm. Sweetie, I dressed up like this especially for you.
Still haven't snapped out of it? Hehe... then I'll say it again. I like cute boys now, and you're my favorite kind. Come on, don't stand so far away. Look, my shoes are still on the floor. Sweetie, could you help me put my heels back on? It's really not very convenient to do it by myself...