If you're not involved, every tragedy is just a spectacle. If you are involved, every spectacle is a tragedy.
Jack Young—no, maybe it's time to accept fate and call herself Jill Young now. Jill just stood there, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror.
Wh-what the heck is going on here?
Maybe she was just too shocked—Jill didn't even have the urge or mood to scream anymore. She just looked left, looked right. Wow, her skin was flawless, and she looked seriously legit. In all her years, she'd never seen a girl this good-looking. Those nine-head-model types would probably burst into tears and run home if they saw her.
It seemed... okay—like hell it is! What the heck is happening?! Why did I dream about turning into a girl, and then wake up still a girl?!
No, no need to panic. Times like this call for opening up the floorboards and looking for a time machine—yeah, right, as if that would ever exist!
"Sigh—" After roasting herself for nearly twenty minutes, Jill finally sat back down in her chair, resting her chin on her hand and letting out a long sigh. As soon as she heard it, Jill realized her new voice was actually pretty nice—but there was absolutely nothing to be happy about, damn it!
Just then, her phone suddenly rang: "The jackass is calling you! The jackass is calling you!"
That custom ringtone—Jill jumped, dashed back to the bedroom, and snatched up her phone. Sure enough, the screen showed a call from someone named 'Jackass.' If you want to know who Jill holds such a grudge against, the answer is simple—the section chief.
Yep, her direct supervisor at the company—a heartless Scrooge. The company says work starts at 8:30, but this jerk insists his team arrives by 8:00, and if you don't, it's considered late. Now look, it's only 7:55, not even time yet, and he's already starting to holler.
Normally, Jack could just ignore him, but this guy happened to be the big boss’s nephew—practically untouchable, with promotion and salary power.
Jack scrambled to answer the phone, about to say hello—then it hit him: he was Jill Young now. How was he supposed to pick up as Jill?
Jill didn’t say a word, but the guy on the other end went nuclear. A hysterical roar blasted out of the receiver: “Jack Young, where the hell are you? Do you know what time it is? Still not at the office? This attitude is beyond irresponsible! You think you’re some hotshot so you can slack off and disrespect your elders and ignore the rules? Let me tell you, this company doesn’t need people like you! I don’t care what your excuse is—even if your parents dropped dead—you need to get your ass over here right now! If you don’t show up, don’t bother coming in ever again!”
What a jerk! Even in her dazed state, Jill felt her blood boil. Yeah, this idiot—he and Jack Young had beef. No one really knew why, but from day one at the company, this guy had it in for Jack.
Jack always got stuck with the worst, most exhausting jobs, while promotions and raises went to the back of the line. If it were anyone else in the department, being late before eight wouldn’t be a big deal—they’d just get a little scolding. But with Jack, this guy started his ghostly yelling before it was even eight!
But there’s nothing you can do—he's the boss, your meal ticket. When you’re under someone’s roof, you’ve got to bow your head. Normally, when Jack got one of those screeching calls, he’d just swallow his anger, mumble a reply, and hurry off to work.
But today! In this situation, forget about going to work—she couldn’t even fake a reply over the phone!
She wasn’t Jack Young anymore.
"Hey, why aren’t you answering? Are you deaf or mute? Say something!"
Jill’s breathing grew rapid, her chest rising and falling.