(Caption) New image from a package

He had always been an unremarkable boy, walking with his head down and avoiding eye contact with others. He wanted to change but never had the courage to try. There was no clear goal, no direction—just the same routine day after day.

One evening, he came home and found a package at his door. It had no sender information, and he hadn't ordered anything. He hesitated but opened it anyway. Inside was a sleeveless dark green dress patterned with white roses, a pair of golden-ribboned heels, matching accessories, a pale blue wig, and a set of basic makeup products.

There was also a card tucked into the dress. The handwritten message on it read: "Use these to change your image."

He held the dress in front of the mirror. The person reflected looked uncertain, but something in their eyes was different—something a bit more determined. He sat down, picked up the makeup kit, and carefully opened the foundation bottle. He had never done any of this before and wasn't even sure what each item was for. He watched a few short videos and mimicked the steps, applying the products slowly—blending the foundation, shaping the eyebrows with a pencil, even though his hands were shaky and he had to redo them several times.

He put in colored contact lenses, curled his lashes gently, and added mascara. The eyeshadow was a pale gold; after some hesitation, he tapped it onto his eyelids. Blush, lipstick—each step followed the tutorials. When he finally looked up, the face in the mirror was no longer the one he knew. It looked a bit clumsy, but it was unmistakably a girl's face.

He picked up the wig, tucked his own hair into a net, and carefully secured the wig on top. The long strands draped over his shoulders, and the bangs covered part of his forehead. He attached a bow and a pearl hair clip piece by piece. Finally, she tilted her head slightly to make sure everything was in place.

She took off her usual clothes and slipped into the dress. The upper part fit closely but not tightly, and the yellow belt around her waist brought out her shape. The skirt had two layers, slightly sheer, giving a glimpse of her legs. She pulled on a pair of translucent gloves that reached her elbows and put on the accessories. Each piece felt delicate, as if specially made for her.

Last came the shoes. She sat on the edge of the bed and slid her feet into the green heels, fastening the golden ribbons in a crisscross. Yellow rose details pointed forward on the toes. She stood up and heard the sound of the heels tapping on the floor—sharp and clear. For the first time in a long while, she felt steady.

She stepped outside that evening. People passed her on the street, and some glanced her way, but she didn't lower her head. The sound of her heels echoed as she walked, and it made her feel confident in a way she had never known.

She began to get used to this version of herself. At first, it was awkward, but with time, doing makeup, fixing her hair, and choosing outfits became routine. She was no longer the timid boy from before—she was someone who could smile at her own reflection.