Chapter happy birthday to me
June 1, 2027
The room was dark, lit only by a candle on top of a cheap cake.
“Blow the candle…”
Happy birthday to me.
I got up, turned on the light, then sat back down in my small apartment. I stared at the cake, smiling weakly as I took a bite.
“Mmh… worth it…”
I opened my phone and scrolled through my social media, watching various famous rock bands.
So cool…
Then my ears perked up.
A heavy, powerful riff.
A band called Jinbara… from Malaysia?
I opened their page. Turns out they’re a rock band from a country called Malaysia. Their songs—especially the guitarist—were filled with heavy riffs.
It gave me goosebumps.
I quickly reached for my guitar and tried to recreate the riff.
But… I didn’t feel anything.
“Hmm… why…?”
I closed my eyes and decided to create my own.
This time, I let my mind lead.
I poured everything into it—my anger, my sadness… everything I’ve been through.
When I stopped, my eyes were already filled with tears.
I wiped them away and smiled.
“Silly me…”
Suddenly, my phone buzzed.
A client.
Ah… right.
I’m a femboy prostitute.
I stared at the clothes hanging by the window—the skirt, the thigh-highs, and the hoodie beside them.
Even though I’m a boy, I have a small frame… a soft, curvy body, thick thighs, and I’m only 5'2. My long black hair reaches my waist, so I don’t even need a wig.
At night, I sell myself.
In the morning, I work at a convenience store.
I looked back at my phone.
My eyes widened slightly.
“Tomboy…? Huh… weird. But money is money…”
I’ve never had a female client before. Usually, it’s men.
They come… and then they leave.
That’s it.
I slapped my cheeks lightly and nodded to myself.
Focus.
I looked at my phone again and accepted the client.
