(Caption) Lucky Rabbit Night

The night was so still it felt as if you could hear the starlight falling. Paper stars swayed outside the window—decorations seen only during "Rabbit Night." It was said that on this night, anyone who put on a pair of rabbit ears might be chosen by the goddess of luck and become her "rabbit pet" for the coming year, blessed with unbroken good fortune. He had been plagued by mishaps lately—stepping on loose stones, choking on water, bad luck at every turn—so he finally decided to give it a try.

The rabbit ears lay quietly on the table, their deep blue surface shimmering faintly. He took a slow breath and placed them on his head. The instant they touched his hair, a soft shiver rippled through him—like warm waves spreading from the top of his head to the rest of his body.

A ticklish sensation crept along his ears. He reached up instinctively and froze—he was touching a pair of soft, upright rabbit ears, the tips glowing with tiny specks of light. Before he could react, a delicate numbness coursed through his scalp, and his short, rough hair grew smooth and silky, brightening into a soft golden color. Locks gathered themselves into two high twin tails, curling lightly at the ends as deep blue ribbons formed out of thin air and tied themselves into perfect bows.

He tried to speak, but the voice that came out was soft, airy, and slightly nasal—nothing like the voice he remembered.

The change spread further. The room suddenly felt a bit larger—no, his body was shrinking, becoming lighter, slimmer. His fingers turned slender, the joints delicate, the back of his hand faintly luminous. A gentle tightness bloomed across his chest as white fabric wrapped itself around him, pressing inward, lifting, shaping—transforming into a dainty white bustier. A small gem clasp appeared at the center, and a deep blue bow settled just below his collarbone, accentuating the elegant curve of the newly formed neck.

Sleeves unfurled around his arms, forming layers of black and white ruffles. Every fold, every frill fell flawlessly into place as if crafted by a hidden magician. When he moved slightly, the ruffles swayed with airy softness.

Then came the pull at his waist—deep blue fabric tightening into a corset that hugged her now narrow waistline. Crisscross laces drew themselves tight, shaping an enchanting silhouette. A skirt blossomed beneath, its outer layer a glossy mix of black and blue, while the inner layers shimmered like starlit night. Each tiny movement caused the skirt to glimmer faintly.

Warmth slid down her legs. Snow-white thigh-high stockings wrapped smoothly around them, hugging each curve with perfect elegance. Golden clips fastened the garter straps at her thighs, connecting upward beneath the hidden layers of the skirt, guiding her posture into something effortlessly graceful. Black high heels slipped onto her feet, the sharp tap of the heel against the floor ringing lightly.

She stood, surrounded by the soft brush of unfamiliar fabrics against newly sensitive skin. A small tremble ran through her.

She stepped toward the mirror—

And there she was.

A girl with pink eyes, golden twin ponytails, dressed in a magical blend of maid-style elegance and rabbit-themed charm. Thigh-high stockings, garter straps, layered frills, sparkling bows—every detail exquisite. The night-glow rabbit ears twitched gently, harmonizing with the stars outside the window.

The girl in the mirror stared back at her in the same astonished disbelief.

She blinked. The girl blinked.

Only then did she truly understand—

The person she had been was gone.

Standing here now was the one chosen by the goddess of luck.

A breeze pushed the curtains aside, letting starlight spill across her skirt. The glow seemed to announce that the coming year, from this moment on, would be filled with miracles.

She touched the soft rabbit ear atop her head; the tip quivered shyly beneath her fingers.

Then she smiled—a gentle, luminous smile that belonged entirely to a girl.