I sigh deeply, adjust my jacket, and shut the changing room door behind me.
Mission: Teach Alien to Wear Pants — complete. And no practical demonstration involved, thank you very much.
I turn around—and freeze.
Two young lady staff members stand there, cheeks blazing red like someone microwaved tomatoes. One of them clutches a folded shirt like it's a holy shield, while the other stammers, "Uhm… m-ma'am, any… vulgar activity is… strictly forbidden in changing areas…"
I blink.
Then blink again.
"WHAT—NO—No no no!" I wave my hands so fast I might take flight. "Nothing vulgar happened! I was just—educational purposes only! It was about pants! PANTS, okay?!"
They exchange glances, clearly not convinced. I can practically see the fanfic forming in their minds.
I slam my forehead against the changing room door. "Jiang, hurry up or I'm going to die of public shame!"
From inside, his cheerful voice answers, "Understood! I will wear pants with full dignity!"
