Chrisnah's Point of View
I never expected to feel so stunned in a classroom of all places. Yet here I was, my eyes glued to Michael as he walked through the door. He didn’t just walk in—he entered. The energy shifted around him, pulling every gaze toward him like a magnet.
The transformation was undeniable.
His once long, flamboyant hair had been chopped into a short, clean-cut style. Gone were the colorful streaks that always glinted under the light. The lipstick that used to shimmer on his lips had vanished too. He wasn’t rolling up his sleeves or showing off his usual flair for drama. Instead, he looked... different.
Masculine.
The room hummed with whispers, soft but loud enough to prick at my ears.
"He's really handsome."
"Wait, is that... Michael?"
"Yeah. He looks so good now."
"I think I'm falling!"