Alex Blake, a slim fifteen-year-old Korean boy with delicate features and a quiet stride, weaves through the crowd, his backpack bouncing at his side. His mind is fixed on the package waiting at home, shipped all the way from Seoul. The anticipation in his chest makes each step feel lighter, and glancing at his phone, he quickens his pace, eager to see what’s arrived.
Alex[/@ch_1] approaches his apartment complex, its brick façade shaded by flowering trees. The hallway inside is cool and quiet, the only sound the soft thud of his sneakers on polished linoleum.]
A small brown box sits on the welcome mat, its label crisp and clear: “Miss Alex Blake.” Alex grins, heart racing, and bends to pick it up, the excitement almost tangible. The absence of his mother’s shoes in the entryway confirms he has the apartment to himself—a rare and precious solitude that stretches ahead for hours.
Alex[/@ch_1]’s room where anime posters and colorful cosplay accessories decorate the walls.]
He places the box on his neatly made bed, hands trembling slightly as he peels away the tape. Inside, nestled in bubble wrap, is the face of a young Korean girl—delicate, expressive, and lifelike. For a moment, Alex just stares, marveling at the craftsmanship and at the secret thrill this mask brings.
Alex[/@ch_1]’s nervous anticipation, the white tiles cool beneath his bare feet. On the counter, the mask and a long, silky black wig await.]
Alex studies the mask’s interior, noting the complex mechanism—a mouth gag designed to animate the lips and produce a young girl’s voice. He hesitates, recalling the instruction video, then gingerly tries the gag, adjusting to the strange sensation. Tears prick his eyes for a moment, but determination steadies him; after several deep breaths, he fits the mask onto his head, tightening the straps and smoothing the wig into place.
Alex[/@ch_1] examines his reflection. The transformation is uncanny—his face now that of a shy, smiling girl, the mask’s eyes blinking naturally.]
He tests the voice feature, moaning softly and thinking, "Hi, my name is Alex. Nice to meet you." The mask’s mouth moves, and out comes a gentle, unmistakably feminine voice. Shocked, Alex covers his new lips with both hands, laughter bubbling up before he tries another phrase, delight growing with each attempt.
Alex[/@ch_1]—now Alexandra—moves about in awe.]
He strikes a pose in front of the mirror, experimenting with gestures and expressions, each one making the transformation feel more real. Alone and unburdened, Alex allows himself to revel in the freedom and joy the mask brings, the summer day outside a silent witness to his discovery.
