Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
At the Greenfield Gender Surgery Center in the city of Viremont, inside the operating room on the fourth floor, Dr. Yasmin Jensen, dressed in a white coat, held a clipboard in hand as she confirmed the patient’s basic information with a nurse named Bianca Harvey.
“Name!” Yasmin asked.
“Cameron Wallace, Bianca replied.
“Female.”
“Age?”
“Eighteen.”
Procedure?
“Gender-affirming surgery. Female to male. Today is the first stage-chest removal.”
After confirming the details, Yasmin nodded and instructed Bianca, “Take off her top” She then turned toward the anesthesiologist. “Start the anesthesia.
Cameron lay silently on the white operating table, her eyes shut, dressed in a blue-and-white hospital gown. Even with the cropped hair, her features held an ethereal, gender-defying beauty.
Her skin was smooth and flawless, her lashes long and softly curled, her nose delicate and refined, and a sparkling diamond stud shone on her right ear.
At first glance, she looked just like a boy-an impossibly handsome, gorgeous boy. But that wasn’t the truth. She was a girl, through and through, one who had lived disguised as a boy from the moment she was born.
The noise around Cameron made her frown slightly. The moment she sensed someone’s hand touch her collar, her reflexes kicked in. and her arm shot up, locking the wrist with a forceful grip.
“Ow!” Bianca’s sudden shriek tore through the operating room as she screamed in pain. “What the hell are you doing? Let go.
Cameron opened her eyes and shot upright, her sharp gaze sweeping across the room with startling clarity.
She wondered, Where am I? Is this that gender surgery center from back then? I’m back. I actually came back. The world-hopping system really sent me back here!
She had spent over a thousand years in the world-hopping realms, enduring countless hardships and completing mission after mission across different worlds. And now, with all her skills maxed out, she had finally returned to the life where she’d died. She, Cameron Wallace, was back.
She smiled faintly as she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, finally letting go of Bianca, who was grimacing in pain.
“What happened? Didn’t I tell you to give her a sedative in advance! Yasmin snapped
Bianca looked wronged. ‘Dr. Jensen, we did. I don’t know what went wrong.”
At the sound of that, Cameron’s face, beautiful in a way that ignored gender lines, turned cold in an instant
In her previous life, she’d been dragged into this operating room against her will. They had injected her with a sedative beforehand just to keep her from fighting back
The most ridiculous part was that today was her birthday. And on this very day, her parents, Martin and Heidi Wallace, gave her the “gift” of a lifetime-forcing her to complete the transformation from pretending to be a boy to physically becoming one.
It was in this very hospital, with that injection, that she had been rendered helpless back then, unable to resist as they carried out the first of three surgeries in the female-to-male procedure-removing her chest.
By the time she died, part of her body, a part that rightfully belonged to her, had already been gone.
As fragments of her past life surged back, a piercing cold radiated from Cameron’s entire being. It was early spring, and though the room’s heating was on, everyone could feel the sudden drop in temperature.
What are you standing around for! Pin her down and give her another shot. And raise the heat in here.” Yasmin ordered while rubbing
The purses moved to restrain Cameron, but she was no longer the frail, docile patient she had once been
One nurse grumbled, “Holy crap. Wasn’t this girl all quiet and sweet when she got here? Why did she get so feisty?”
None of the four nurses could get a hold of her-Cameron kicked each of them down with brutal precision sending bodies sprawling and chattering into surgical equipment. Chaos erupted in the room.
Yasmin snatched the syringe straight from Bianca’s hand with a sharp wave. You
“You bunch of useless lovers. I’ll do it myself”
Sitting upright on the bed, Cameron stared coldly at Yasnun approaching the corner of her mouth slowly lifting into a chilling smile.
Just as Yasmin’s hand touched Cameron, ready to inject the sedative, Cameron instantly grabbed her right wrist and twisted it hard with a crisp snap. The syringe fell to the floor.
Yasmin’s hand broke with a sharp crack and dangled limply. “Ow, my hand!” she screamed in agony,
“Dr. Jensen.” The nurses froze in panic. They wondered. This patient’s gone nuts. She didn’t just attack us-she broke Dr. Jensen’s hand”
Watching Yasmin writhe in pain, Cameron let out a cold laugh.
In her past life, it was this same heartless doctor who had taken money from her parents and, with no regard for medical ethics, forced her into gender reassignment surgery against her will.
It was Yasmin’s cruel right hand that had forced Cameron to become a man back then, completely disregarding what she wanted. Yasmin had it coming.
The moment her hand was broken, chaos exploded in the operating room. Taking advantage of the mess, Cameron jumped off the surgical bed and strode out of the room. butside, the hallway was empty. For a surgery like this, not a single member of her family-neither her parents nor her sister-had shown up.
Cameron pondered. Were they really so sure I’d lie here like some puppet, letting them pull all the strings? Or did they just not care whether I lived or died?
She let out another cold laugh, wondering. That makes sense. I’m nothing but a pawn in their marriage deal, a tool to help them climb the social ladder. And who cares about a tool? Of course they wouldn’t bother to show up.
She slowly turned back to look at the door of the operating room, her gaze icy.
In her previous life, it was from this very room that her already tragic life took a turn for the worse, plunging her into a darkness so deep there had been no way back,
This time, she would be the one to take control of her life.
Cameron clenched her fists and returned to the hospital room, changed out of the gown, and slipped into her own clothes before picking up her phone.
As soon as the screen lit up, a new message popped up. go on a date with you.
Amelia Chapman: [Cameron, as long as you get me a hundred photos of Elijah Moore, I’ll go on a
Amelia was Cameron’s “fianc?e, the it-girl in their school. Cameron hadn’t expected that the usually icy Amelia, who never even spared her a glance, would be the one to message her first.
Cameron’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she gave a faint, subtle smile. Her stunning face was-laced with amusement,
The message was exactly the same as the one from her past life-it had been waiting in her inbox the moment she was wheeled out of surgery.
Back then, after being forced to undergo the operation, Cameron had spent seven days in the hospital recovering. The first thing she had done after being discharged was fulfill Amelia’s little wish
That time, when Cameron had brought the photos to Amelia, she had been immediately accused by Amelia’s best friend of being some kind of creep obsessed with secretly snapping pics of her roommate.
They had also claimed she had actually been into guys but had gotten engaged to Amelia under false pretenses.
Using that excuse, Amelia had gone straight to Wallace Villa and had broken off the engagement.
Because of that broken engagement, Martin and Heidi had beaten Cameron so badly that her ribs had fractured, and she hadn’t even been able to crawl off the floor.
Wallace family for good. She had been hospitalized for
They had told her that if she couldn’t win Amelia back, she’d be kicked out of the W half a month, and neither her parents nor her sister had visited her once.
Before being discharged. Cameron had stood on the rooftop of the hospital to get some fresh air, and someone had shoved her from behind. She had fallen from a height of about fifty feet, landed headfirst, and died instantly.
Her body had shattered on impact, her blood and brain matter splattering everywhere. People passing by had screamed and run, covering their mouths.
Her corpse had lain on the freezing concrete for two days and one night, with nothing but a strange man’s jacket covering it.
Her parents and sister had only come to claim Cameron’s body after the hospital had called them many times, and even then, all they had done was pay to have her cremated. They hadn’t even bothered taking her ashes.
Thinking back to everything from her past life, Cameron shut her eyes tight. This time, she was going to take back control and change the game.
She opened her eyes again and glanced down at the school crest on her uniform. She was now a student in Class 15, Senior Year, at Langford Academy in Viremont.
It was the first week of the semester, and there were just over a hundred days left before the SAT
This school was built for the elite. Every student either came from money or power-most from both. Still, even among the wealthy, there was a hierarchy. And Cameron stood at the very bottoNL
The Wallace family had once been prominent, but now had fallen from grace. By all accounts, Cameron wasn’t qualified to attend a school like this. She only got in because of her fianc?e Amelia, and the influence of the Chapman family.
“Did she run this way? Grab her. The shouting from outside the room snapped Cameron out of her thoughts.
She came back to her senses and looked up at the crowd rushing toward her and scoffed, wondering. They really think they can catch fifty feet high.
Cameron climbed onto to the windowsill and glanced down. This was the sixth floor, about fifty feet
“Go, Break her damn hand. Yasmin had arrived with the hospital’s bodyguards and nurses in tow. Her hand had already been set back into place, but her fury hadn’t faded one bit.
“Break my hand? Come and try, then.” Cameron looked over her shoulder, unbothered and bold, even arching her brow with a look that screamed pure trouble.
“Get her.” Yasmin roared furiously.
Cameron sneered, “Bye.” With that, she turned her head back toward the open air and leapt
As her body dropped at full speed, Cameron felt a flash of that moment in her past life when she had been pushed from the rooftop. Ban this time, she landed steadily, light as a feather, and with style.