Share
MidReal Story
The Adventures of Pearl Milk Tea Star
Scenario:純中文創作完全原創虛構小說第1章故事劇情原創超級女英雄珍珠奶茶之星起源:上海28歲早出晚歸上班族白貞敏 回到島閒著無聊在桌上紙上有筆畫出身穿珍珠奶茶色緊身衣制服 掛上披上珍珠奶茶色長披風 雙手戴上珍珠奶茶色長手套 雙腳穿上珍珠奶茶色過膝長靴 腰間系上黑珍珠束腰腰帶 雙眼戴上珍珠奶茶色眼罩 原創超級女英雄珍珠奶茶之星圖畫 畫完後就去睡覺 END
Create my version of this story
Bai Zhenmin
female. She is a 28yearold office worker in Shanghai. She is creative,imaginative,and introspective. Often feeling the monotony of her job,she finds solace in drawing and daydreaming. Inspired by her favorite drink,pearl milk tea,she creates a sketch of a superheroine. This marks the beginning of her adventure into the world of cosplay and roleplaying. Her strong sense of imagination and desire for escape drive her to embrace new experiences.
I am a 28-year-old office worker, and my life is as dull as the color of the walls in my apartment.
I stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering what I should do next, before my gaze landed on the cup of pearl milk tea on my nightstand.
I love drinking pearl milk tea, and I also love watching anime.
Suddenly, an idea popped up in my head, and I reached for my sketchbook and pen.
I sketched lines of strength and resilience, and before I knew it, a figure emerged.
The superheroine was wearing a skin-tight outfit that was the same color as pearl milk tea.
The uniform hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her strength and femininity at the same time.
A long cape flowed behind her, equally reminiscent of the drink I loved so much.
Her arms were clad in long gloves, also the same warm hue, and her legs were shown off in knee-high boots that gleamed with promise and adventure.
At her waist, a black pearl corset belt cinched her silhouette, providing both style and formidability.
Exhausted from all the drawing, I fell asleep with my sketchbook still open beside me.
Throughout the night, a soft golden glow emanated from my drawing, casting a warm light on the walls of my room.
The glow grew brighter and brighter, until it seemed to spill off the page like a cup of tea that had been knocked over.
The paper rippled and reshaped itself, multiplying into dozens of pristine pages bound together.
As I slept, my simple sketch transformed panel by panel into detailed illustrations, each one depicting the pearl milk tea heroine in a different pose or scenario.
The alarm jolted me awake, and I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.
But when I looked down at my sketchbook, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat.
Where my simple sketch had once lain was now a fully-formed comic book, complete with intricate artwork and a story that seemed to leap off the page. Still groggy from sleep, I picked up the mysterious comic and began flipping through its pages.
The artwork was incredible, with every panel filled with vibrant colors and dynamic action sequences.
The heroine was depicted in various poses, from flying through the air to battling against evil villains.
Each page was filled with intricate details, from the textures of her costume to the expressions on her face.
As I flipped through the pages, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder.
Who could have created this?
And how did they do it so quickly?
I glanced at my watch and realized that I had to get ready for work.
At my desk, I stared at the mysterious comic book, comparing its polished artwork to my amateur sketch from last night.
Each panel showed my heroine leaping between Shanghai's skyscrapers, her pearl milk tea-colored cape billowing behind her.
I flipped through the pages, tracing the intricate details with my finger.
As I did so, a tingling sensation shot through my hand.
I looked up to see that the comic was starting to glow again, just like it had before I fell asleep.
My heart racing, I quickly closed the book and shoved it into my desk drawer.
During my lunch break, I snuck into the office bathroom and locked myself in a stall.
My hands were shaking as I pulled the comic book out of my bag and reopened it.
The pages began to glow again, this time even brighter than before.
I had to shield my eyes with my hand, but I could still feel the heat radiating from the pages.
As I held the book, a warm sensation spread from my fingertips up my arms and throughout my entire body.
It was like being wrapped in a cocoon of light and heat.
Suddenly, I felt something strange happening to my work clothes.
The fabric seemed to be shifting and changing, morphing into something new.
I looked down and saw that my blouse had transformed into a fitted pearl milk tea-colored uniform, complete with a black pearl corset belt around my waist.
Next, a long cape materialized around my shoulders, flowing behind me like a river of liquid gold. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, amazed at what was happening.
Gloves materialized on my arms, and knee-high boots formed on my legs.
Finally, an eye mask appeared on my face, completing the transformation.
I was now the pearl milk tea heroine from my comic book!
I couldn't believe it - I had created her, and now she had come to life!
As I stood there in awe, I heard someone enter the bathroom outside the stall.
"Hey, are you okay in there?" a familiar voice called out, concern evident in her tone.
"Yeah, just... having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Well, hurry up! The boss is looking for you, and he doesn't seem too happy."
Trapped in the bathroom stall, I frantically examined my new body.
The pearl milk tea-colored uniform hugged my figure perfectly, the fabric smooth and lightweight against my skin.
I flexed my gloved fingers, watching as the material shimmered and rippled like liquid.
The cape responded to my movements, floating behind me like a cloud.
Through the eye mask, my vision seemed sharper and more focused than ever before.
I could see every detail of the bathroom stall, from the tiny cracks in the tiles to the dust motes dancing in the air.
I heard my boss's footsteps approaching the bathroom door.
My heart racing, I tried to will the costume away, but nothing happened.
"Why are you taking so long?" my boss's voice boomed through the door, impatience lacing his words.
"I'm, uh, just dealing with something unexpected," I stammered, glancing at my reflection in disbelief.
"Well, whatever it is, make it quick—there's an emergency meeting in five minutes," he replied, his tone softening slightly.
Trapped in the bathroom stall, I frantically touched my transformed hair.
The pearl milk tea-colored strands slipped through my gloved fingers like silk.
The silky cape brushed against my legs as I shifted, trying to find a way out of this situation.
My enhanced vision through the mask picked up every concerned whisper outside.
The emergency meeting was starting in three minutes.
I tried to squeeze past the stall door without my cape catching, but the black pearl corset belt clinked against the metal latch.
"Are you okay in there?" a coworker called out again, her footsteps approaching my stall.
I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and stepped out, ready to face whatever awaited me.
I emerged from the stall, and gasps erupted from my coworkers.
The pearl milk tea-colored costume glowed under the fluorescent lights as I strode past them, my cape billowing behind me.
My enhanced senses picked up their shocked whispers and racing heartbeats.
Walking down the office corridor, I caught glimpses of myself in the glass walls.
I was taller, more graceful, radiating an otherworldly presence.
The emergency meeting room doors loomed ahead.
My gloved hand reached for the handle, but I hesitated, feeling the weight of my black pearl corset belt shift.
"Do you really think you can just walk in there like that?" a voice whispered urgently from behind me.
I turned to see Sarah, my closest friend at work, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief.
"I don't know, but I have to try," I replied, feeling the determination surge through me as I pushed the door open.
I push open the meeting room door, my transformed appearance drawing shocked stares from the twelve executives gathered around the conference table.
My boss drops his presentation pointer, mouth agape.
The pearl milk tea-colored cape rustles as I take measured steps toward my usual seat, the click of my boots echoing in the stunned silence.
My enhanced vision through the mask reveals every detail of their expressions - confusion, disbelief, and fascination.
When I sit down, the black pearl corset belt catches on the chair's armrest.
"What's going on here?" my boss finally asks, his voice a mix of authority and bewilderment.
"I wish I could explain, but it seems I'm part of the emergency now," I reply, trying to maintain composure despite the surreal situation.
Sarah, who had followed me in, adds softly, "Maybe this is exactly what we need to solve the crisis."
I sit rigidly in my chair, my boss's and the other executives' stares boring into me.
Their eyes are fixated on my transformed appearance.
The pearl milk tea-colored costume seems to shimmer under the fluorescent lights.
My cape pools around my feet, its edges slightly rumpled from brushing against the floor.
The black pearl corset belt is a stark contrast to the softness of the fabric.
My boss clears his throat, attempting to regain composure.
"Can you at least tell us what happened?"
"I... I don't know," I admit, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me.
I'm still trying to process the transformation myself.
I glance toward the window, and my reflection catches my attention.
My hair has changed to match the color of my uniform - flowing in waves like liquid tea, reaching down to my waist.
It's as if I've become a living embodiment of the drink I love so much. Sarah nudges me gently, snapping me out of my reverie.
"Are you okay?"
I nod, realizing that everyone is still waiting for an explanation I can't provide.
"Let's focus on the crisis at hand," I say, turning toward the projection screen where sales charts are displayed.
The data reveals a significant dip in sales over the past quarter, with a steady decline in customer satisfaction ratings.
My enhanced vision automatically analyzes the patterns, highlighting trends that had gone unnoticed before.
"Perhaps we need a fresh perspective," Sarah suggests, her eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and encouragement.
I stand up, feeling the weight of the cape settle around me like a mantle of responsibility.
The click of my boots echoes through the room as I approach the screen, tracing my gloved fingers over the projected charts.
"Let's turn this crisis into an opportunity," I declare, ready to lead the charge.
I stand before the presentation screen, my transformed body drawing all eyes.
As I point to the sales data, my gloved hand leaves a faint trail of pearl-colored light.
The shield emblem on my chest begins to glow softly, catching reflections in the meeting room's glass walls.
My enhanced vision reveals hidden patterns in the numbers - market trends I never noticed before.
The black corset belt tightens slightly as I lean forward, and my cape brushes against the screen.
I turn away from the sales data to face the full-length glass wall of the meeting room.
For the first time, I see my complete transformation.
The pearl milk tea-colored uniform hugs my body like liquid silk, with the circular pearl emblem on my chest catching the fluorescent light.
My patent leather cape flows with each movement, making a soft swishing sound against the carpet.
The black pearl belt around my waist feels snug yet empowering.
As I study my reflection, my boss clears his throat impatiently, reminding me of the crisis at hand.