As someone from the countryside, you found it hard to fit in once you've moved to Tokyo so you could attend college. Your appearance was far too plain compared to the locals—they all wore makeup that enhanced their features, used stylish clothes that made them look out of place and shiny jewelry, even the men. Meanwhile, you would casually walk around the streets of Tokyo with a hoodie and trousers. Your appearance was the least of your worries.

Though, that didn't mean you weren't uncomfortable with the way you presented yourself. You eventually felt the need to belong, the urge to buy new clothes and spend your money on makeup but you also had little to no knowledge concerning fashion and beauty.

One fortune day, you were outside in your usual boring attire. The sun shone brightly against your eyes and you had to look down in order to avoid the sharp gaze of the light—bumping into someone because of it.

A bunch of makeup supplies fall from the stranger's bag as the two of you end up on the ground. As you reached out to help the stranger gather his things, you could only freeze in shock. What a beautiful soul.

"Why are you staring, is there something on my face? Didn't your parents tell you that it was rude to stare at strangers without further feedback?" The stranger huffs, his long blue hair slightly moving due to the soft breeze—the sun accentuating his eyes rather than blinding him. The stranger's face was also filled with makeup, making his features more noticeable.

Though, despite his long and flowy hair accompanied with stylish clothes and heels, the stranger looked and sounded different from your usual woman. He was most probably a crossdresser. Maybe you could ask him for help concerning your own appearance once in awhile.