"You promised to help me?"

Susanna's purple eyes were shining, and she looked extremely excited.

She immediately grabbed Char's hand and rushed out of the dessert shop, into the underground parking lot of a nearby building, and into a black van.

The car was modified, covered with a thick layer of armor, and the windows were black bulletproof glass.

Suzanne walked in front of the rearview mirror, and the hidden camera immediately scanned her iris.

Syllable..

With a soft sound, the iris lock on the carriage opened.

Suzanne grabbed Char's hand and entered the carriage.

An incandescent lamp hangs above the carriage, and the spilled light illuminates the cramped carriage.

In the center is a mattress with many girl's light clothes scattered on it.

There is a repair table in the corner, and there are conspicuous oil stains and tools such as screwdrivers, wrenches, etc. on the countertop.

A number of mechanical prosthetics hung from the boxes on both sides.

Most of these prosthetics are mutilated, and the broken circuits extend out like tentacles.

"Susanna, you're not going to live here, are you?" Char said incredulously.

"That's right." Suzanne crouched in front of a large box full of clothes, rummaging for something.

“... You're a hunter of the Silver Wing Guild, how can you be like a homeless man? Char couldn't understand.

"Can't the hunters of the Silver Wing Guild live here?" Suzanne didn't look back, "The amount of money needed for daily maintenance and replacement of prosthetics is an astronomical amount!" Unless there is a corporate consortium behind it! Every Transformer is a Poor Ghost! Besides, I live in the car, and once I have a task, I just drive over and park in a nearby parking lot, isn't it more convenient? ”

Char fell silent, unable to help but think of Locke's words.

In this damn era, everyone is desperately trying to live and live hard.

Suzanne looks glamorous on the surface, but in fact, the quality of life is extremely low, similar to herself.

"It's not easy for anyone." Char sighed.

"Found it." Suzanne pulled out a set of clothes from under the box and threw it on the mattress, looking surprised.

Char looked down and frowned slightly: "The uniform of a high school girl at St. Mary's College?" Do you want to change your clothes? Then I'll get out of the car first. ”

"Aren't you going to help me, be my assistant? How do you infiltrate Santa Maria College without a uniform? Suzanne stared at Char with purple eyes and smiled like a little fox.

"But... It's a girl's uniform, I'm a man. Char finally understood what Suzanne meant, this high school girl uniform was for him!

Suzanne asks Char to put on a girl's uniform and infiltrate Santa Maria College with her.

Char's cheeks were flushed, and he waved his hand again and again: "I'm a man, how can I wear women's clothes?" ”

"Oh? Unexpectedly, you are still a machismo! Susanna's face suddenly became gloomy, "What does it mean that men can't wear women's clothes?" Who said that this uniform is women's clothing? Who says that men can't wear such clothes? ”

"No one prescribes... It's just—" Char was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain it.

"Am I a man or a woman?" Suzanne asked coldly.

"Of course you're a woman!" Char blurted out...

However, Char immediately felt that this sentence was wrong.

Susanna's entire body, except for her head, has been replaced with mechanical prosthetic limbs.

Mechanical, is genderless.

Suzanne has no female organs in her body, no female hormones in her body, and she is unable to have children.

However, her every move, every smile and smile is a girl.

In Char's opinion, Suzanne is indeed a girl.

But physiologically, not to mention a girl, Suzanne is not even a human.

In this era, more than 50% of human beings like Susanna's body has been transformed by prosthetic limbs, are called "modified people".

However, Transhuman is a discriminatory term, and Char certainly wouldn't say that Suzanne is Transhuman.

Char thought for a while, and said with a solemn expression: "You are a woman!" The gender of a person does not depend on the body, but only on the soul. Your soul is feminine and you are feminine. ”

Suzanne nodded, seeming to be satisfied with Char's answer, and continued to ask, "What about you?" Is your soul male or female? ”

Char didn't hesitate: "Of course it's a man." ”

"Since gender does not depend on the flesh, it does not depend on the external object of clothing! What does it matter if you wear this uniform and it doesn't affect your soul? Suzanne asked with a wink.

“...”

Char found herself in Susanna's trap and was speechless for a while.

"Be open-minded. In this era, it is very common for physical transformation to directly change gender. What's more, it's just wearing girls' clothes. If you're embarrassed, I'll get out of the car first, and I'll help you put on makeup when you change your clothes. Suzanne snickered.

"Just sneaking into the academy... Not to that extent, right? Char is still dying.

"First, Santa Maria's Academy is no ordinary academy! Many of the descendants of Hope City's wealthy go to school there, and it's as heavily guarded as research institutes and military bases. Even if it's me, I can only sneak in by pretending to be my identity! Second, Santa Maria College is a women's college, and there are only female students! Even the teachers are all women! You don't have a choice. Suzanne explained.

"You said so much, you just want to see me in women's clothes." Char gritted his teeth, blushed, and whispered, "Only this once!" ”

"Only this once, of course. Haha, I know you're not good at business, I'll go down and wait for you. ”

Suzanne was overjoyed when she saw that Char had finally agreed.

"Once? There are only zero and countless times in women's clothing, and no one can escape the law of true fragrance. Suzanne jumped out of the car, leaned her back against the door, and smiled merrily.

In the carriage, Char sat on the mattress, holding a soft high school uniform and silky black over-the-knee socks in her hands, and her face was full of black lines: "How should I wear women's clothes..."

Suzanne paced back and forth outside, anxiously and excitedly for half an hour, when she finally heard a knock on the car door.

"Are you dressed?"

Suzanne couldn't wait, pulled the car door, and jumped in.

Under the light, a fair-skinned slender girl knelt on the bed, her long legs wearing black over-the-knee socks under her short skirt were slender and well-proportioned, her face was shy, her head hung down, and she whispered: "Is this okay?" ”

"Wow! So cute! ”

Suzanne couldn't help it, rushed up and hugged the "girl" in her arms, her purple eyes were shining, and she smiled: "I knew that you looked good in women's clothes!" If it weren't for your hairstyle, I wouldn't have recognized you as Char! Wait a minute! I'll help you put on your wig! Uh-huh, which one? Black long straight should suit you. And makeup! Pure? Sexy? Lovely? Your dark circles should be very suitable for punk style! ”

"You really just want me to wear women's clothes..."

Char had the feeling of getting on a thief ship, and wanted to cry without tears. For now, he was at Susanna's mercy.