The Ex and Her Riches

Nico’s breathing grew heavy as a wave of panic washed over him. I’ve been a straight man for the past thirty years, and I’m about to become a cross-dresser! I’m going to lose my dignity and pride!

In an attempt to regain composure, he rolled down the window, allowing a gust of fresh air to fill the car.

Right then, Charles’ cold voice rang out. “What’s the matter with you? Worried about looking ugly and embarrassing as a cross-dresser? Are you considering jumping out of the window?”

Charles’ response caught Nico off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Nevertheless, determined to express his concerns, Nico uttered, “It’s not about looking ugly. It’s about struggling to accept this situation. Must you gloat? After all, you’re facing the same predicament as me, aren’t you?”

Although Charles also felt ill at ease, he looked a lot calmer than Nico. “You’ve trained in the Federal Bureau of Investigation since you were little, right? Surely you’ve taken disguise classes before. Haven’t you dressed up as a woman during one of the exercises?”

Nico slumped in deep dejection and replied, “No! I’m a straight man, and dressing up as a woman is something I would never do! I’d rather give up on the activity and face the punishment of doing three hundred push-ups than compromise my identity in such a way.”

“Well, you’ll finally make an exception today. It’s a significant event in your life. You should remember it.”

Nico’s irritation grew as he noticed Charles’ apparent gloating. He’s going through the same thing as me! What is he acting all high and mighty for?

In a fit of anger and frustration, Nico’s words tumbled out. “Did you think everyone is as driven by competition as you? Only someone like you would go to such lengths, including cross-dressing, just to come out on top. D*mn it! I should have punched you harder earlier and made sure you stayed down!”

Charles’ smirk grew wider as he responded to Nico’s anger with a nonchalant tone. “You’re panicking, aren’t you?”

Nico was at a loss for words.

“Hey! Stop it, okay?” Zendaya, who sat in the middle, took on the role of a peacemaker. “We’ve arrived at the laboratory! Let’s go!”

Nico got out of the car reluctantly and walked uneasily behind everyone else. Needless to say, resistance was written all over his face.

Zendaya held Charles’ hand with one hand and Nico’s with the other as she skipped her way toward the laboratory and into Benedict’s ward.

At that moment, Benedict was on the bed with an IV drip attached to his hand. The foot of the bed was piled up with things.

Upon taking a closer look, they could see the items Zendaya had mentioned earlier—wigs, clothes, and heels.

was as enthusiastic as a salesperson. “Uncle Nico, would you prefer black

remained silent for a prolonged moment, unable to find the right words. Finally, he spoke with a mix of resignation and exasperation. “What

wear a white skirt and a black pinafore. It’ll make you look so angelic. This combination suits your

eyes, the choice of colors held

his fate and realizing it was futile to resist, he gathered the set of clothes and headed

he was changing, the

to get ready to take photos

up his black skirt and white pinafore. “Should I change in the shared

deep. “It’s Uncle Nico’s first time dressing

Charles complied.

bed with his back straightened

later, Nico was still in the

craned his neck and yelled, “Uncle Nico? Are you all right in there? Did you faint when you saw how stunning you look in

as those words fell, footsteps were

door handle, took a few deep breaths to steel

moment the door opened, Zendaya rushed

then, Nico was seen walking out uncomfortably.

sized Nico up as though she had just

toward the bed and

it became a miniskirt once

same time, he looked sexy because the

from his muscular arms, he actually looked

as handsome as before. As he was blushing, he appeared weak and

hurriedly took

look great! Oh, wait. You’re Aunt Nico today!” Benedict smiled in

Nico was rendered

was clenching

the foot of the bed, and he

muscular, though. Also, you need makeup to conceal the masculinity of

than to dash toward Charles and beat

and shouted, “Zip it! I’ve done my best! Enough with your sarcastic remarks! Why haven’t