**Chapter 12: The Transformation**

As Myung-gi dried himself off, relieved to finally be clean, Inho put on his clean clothes and, when he saw that Myung-gi was dry, handed over his new clean clothes with a giant grin. Myung-gi was confused, why was he grinning like he had just robbed a candy store? As he looked at the given clothes, it made sense. Myung-gi was handed a black mini skirt, fishnets, a white cropped dress shirt, a black cropped suit jacket, and a thong to wear. Myung-gi's face turned red as he stared at the clothes, and he was about to yell when he saw Inho staring at his body once again. A shiver ran up Myung-gi's spine as he felt exposed. Inho's gaze seemed to be lingering on every inch of Myung-gi's body, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Myung-gi hastily put on the clothes, staring at the thong, then the fishnets, the skirt, the cropped dress shirt, and finally the cropped suit jacket. He had never worn anything like this before, and it felt weird, but Inho was staring at him like he was a priceless artifact, so he supposed it made the crazy man happy. As Myung-gi looked at himself in the mirror, he was taken aback by his own reflection. The outfit was a far cry from his usual masculine attire, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort. The skirt was too short, the shirt was too tight, and the fishnets felt strange against his skin. But Inho seemed to be pleased, and that's all that mattered, it seemed. Inho complimented Myung-gi's appearance, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "You look perfect," he said, his voice low and husky. Myung-gi felt a shiver run down his spine as Inho led him back to the bedroom, asking him to sit on the stool. As Myung-gi obliged, Inho went back over to the dresser to look for something. Myung-gi finally got a better look at the suit jacket, and his eyes widened as he saw that his player number, 333, was embroidered in white on the breast pocket. Inho walked back over, having a couple of items on hand that he equipped onto Myung-gi himself. First was a black bow around his neck, almost like a bow tie but the bow was more adjacent to that of a bow a girl would wear in her hair. The next item was a pair of black platformed Mary Janes that Inho slid onto Myung-gi's feet. Myung-gi wondered how Inho knew his shoe size. Next, and thankfully last, was a black mask, similar to the full-face covering mask that Inho had worn earlier, but it was different. The overall look of the mask was softer, with more feminine traits than broad male ones like Inho's mask had. Inho smiled at the complete look, but he still had one thing that he needed to do. He gently pushed Myung-gi's back into the mattress of the bed, causing Myung-gi to gasp. Myung-gi yelled, asking what the hell Inho thought he was doing, trying to squirm away from the mattress. But Inho overpowered him and calmly shushed him. Inho bent his head down to Myung-gi's neck and bit and sucked, he did this several times on different places on Myung-gi's neck, then moved to where Myung-gi's cropped shirt lifted and bit and sucked some more. Eventually, he moved to Myung-gi's fishnet-covered legs and sucked hickeys through the material, careful not to break the material. Once Myung-gi was covered in visible hickeys and bites, Inho let Myung-gi go, leaving the younger man frightened. "It's better that I did that," Inho said, his voice low and husky, "than what they could do to you." Myung-gi was left with more questions than answers in his distraught mind. What did Inho mean? Who was "they"? And what did they have planned for him? The uncertainty was suffocating, and Myung-gi couldn't shake off the feeling that he was in grave danger.