For many nights in a row, he had been haunted by an unsettling premonition. The feeling was vague, yet strangely certain, as though some kind of misfortune was waiting for him the next day. Whether it was being hit by a car, losing something important, or stumbling into an irreversible disaster, his mind could easily imagine countless terrible possibilities. That evening, he lay awake in bed for a long time, unable to shake the anxiety. Just before finally drifting off to sleep, he silently wished that he could somehow find a way to escape the bad luck he felt was approaching.
The dream was unusually vivid. He found himself standing before a large mirror in an empty space illuminated by a gentle glow. When he looked up, he froze. The reflection staring back at him was not his own. Instead, he saw a beautiful girl. Long silver-gray hair flowed softly past her shoulders, with a few strands falling over one eye. A small decorative hairpin adorned her bangs, while a large dark-purple bow was tied behind her head. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of violet, framed by thick, long eyelashes. A faint blush colored her cheeks, giving her face a lively warmth. She wore an elegant black long-sleeved blouse with a purple ribbon tied at the collar. The sleeves were slightly puffed, adding a delicate touch to her silhouette. Her waist appeared slender, and below it spread a white skirt lined with purple frills that swayed gently with every movement. Black stockings covered her legs, and a pair of dark loafers completed the outfit. Smiling brightly, the girl raised a hand and waved to him. The gesture felt less like a greeting and more like a silent answer.
When he awoke, he sat on the edge of his bed for a long time, replaying the dream in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that it had not been an ordinary dream at all. It felt like guidance, a suggestion delivered without words. If he wanted to avoid the misfortune waiting ahead, perhaps he should follow the image shown to him. Acting on that belief, he went out and purchased everything he would need: a waist cincher, a lace bra, lace panties, cosmetics, a wig, a skirt, stockings, shoes, and various accessories. Back at home, he carefully began his transformation. The waist cincher narrowed his figure, creating a softer, more delicate silhouette. The lace undergarments felt unfamiliar but somehow ceremonial, as if each piece brought him one step closer to the answer he had been seeking. He applied his makeup with care, evening out his complexion before adding subtle eye shadow and eyeliner that made his eyes appear larger and brighter. His eyelashes were styled to look long and full, echoing those of the girl from the dream. A soft shade of lipstick completed the look, giving his lips a polished elegance. Then he put on the silver-gray wig, arranging the silky strands so they fell naturally around his face, and tied a large dark-purple bow at the back. Finally, he dressed in the outfit he had chosen: a black long-sleeved blouse with crisp tailoring, accented by a vivid purple ribbon at the neck; a fitted waist that flowed into a white skirt whose purple-trimmed underside peeked out along the hem; black stockings that hugged his legs; and dark loafers that added a refined finish. Loose strands of silver-gray hair framed his face, while the violet tones of his makeup harmonized beautifully with the ribbons and trim of his clothing.
When everything was complete, he stood before the mirror once more. The girl reflected there looked almost exactly like the one from his dream. The violet eyes seemed alive with happiness. The heavy sense of dread that had weighed on him for days had vanished completely, replaced by a feeling of lightness unlike anything he had ever experienced. She lifted the edge of her skirt and spun gently, watching the silver-gray hair sway around her shoulders and the white skirt flare outward, revealing flashes of its purple lining. The black stockings and polished shoes completed the graceful image. Looking at herself, she could not help but smile. The smile was even brighter than the one she had seen in the dream. At that moment, she was certain that she had finally discovered the way to escape her impending misfortune. Today would not be a day of bad luck. Today would be the lucky day of this beautiful girl.