You spotted your mum in the audience

As you turned to exit the stage after your final bow, your eyes instinctively scanned the audience.

In the midst of the applause, a familiar face caught your attention—your mom, standing near the back of the room. Her expression was unmistakable: displeasure. It hit you like a cold wave, and the confidence you'd just displayed on stage drained away in an instant.

You hurried off the stage, your heart racing not with excitement this time, but with panic. You needed to change—now.

You rushed toward the changing area, determined to find your original clothes and get out of your current outfit. But as you searched through the bag labeled "Alexis 1," where your men's clothes should have been, a sinking feeling settled in your stomach. They were gone.

Frantically, you rummaged through the bag again and again, but no luck. The clock was ticking, and the thought of your mom seeing you like this—dressed in tight sportswear, with the illusion of a more feminine figure—was overwhelming.