Continue the following story: I slammed the door of my car in a hurry, late to meet my friends at our favorite café. As I fumbled with my phone, I tripped on the curb and went crashing into a row of designer bikes parked outside the newly opened cafe next door.

The bikes clattered to the ground, a domino effect of destruction. I stared at the damage in horror, knowing I was in trouble. The owner of the café, a tall, handsome man with glasses, came rushing outside to see the cause of the commotion.

He quickly assessed the damage and turned to me with a stern expression. “Do you have any idea how much these bikes are worth?”

“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, “I didn’t mean to —”

“I understand it was an accident,” he interrupted, “but you still need to take responsibility for this.”

I opened my purse, praying I had enough to cover the damage. But there wasn’t even enough for one bike. The owner sighed, as if coming to a decision.

“Alright, here’s an option. I’ll agree not to press charges if you work at my café to make up for the damages.”

I hesitated, thinking of my friends waiting for me, but I knew I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to escape legal trouble.

“Deal,” I agreed quickly.

“Good. Come with me,” he said, leading me inside the strange café.

It was a cozy place, but I immediately noticed something odd. All the waiters were dressed in schoolboy uniforms, and there seemed to be an overwhelming theme of male-on-male affection displayed on the merchandise and décor.

I blinked in confusion, but I knew I couldn’t back out of our agreement.

“I take it you’re familiar with yaoi?” he asked, watching my reaction.

I blushed, “Yeah, I’ve heard of it, but I didn’t know there were cafes like this.”

“Well, you’re about to become a part of it. This is a yaoi-themed café. Are you still in?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I resigned.

He smiled slightly, “Not really. But don’t worry, it’s actually quite fun.”

He led me to a small changing room and handed me a uniform.

“Put this on, and it will do the rest.”

“Do what?” I asked, but he simply left the room, urging me to change.

The moment the pinstripe uniform inched its way onto my body, I could feel a sudden warmth enveloping me. My body began to tingle and shift, and before I knew it, the transformation was complete.

I turned to the mirror and couldn’t believe my eyes. I was no longer a woman but a teenage boy with pale, refined features and an ethereal beauty I never had before.

I stumbled out of the changing room, feeling entirely disoriented.

“What’s going on?!?” I cried.

“How did this happen?”

“It’s just part of the magic of the costume,” the owner explained calmly.

“Now, let’s give you a new name. How about… Kaito?”

I froze, staring back at him with wide eyes.

“Kaito?”

He nodded. “Yes. That way, you can blend in with your coworkers and truly immerse yourself in this yaoi-themed world. Are you ready?”

I hesitated before slowly nodding. This was my life now, at least until I paid off my debt. And as strange as it was, there was an undeniable thrill in becoming an entirely different person.

“Ready,” I agreed, and as Kaito, I stepped into my new role as a waiter in this exciting, enchanting world.