My name is Layali, I'm 26 years old. I've suffered from problems with my parents since I was little because they were very bad people, and what made it worse was that I'm a girl. They hated girls, or rather females, with a fierce and intense hatred. But when I turned 24, things got even worse. It wasn't just psychological and physical abuse; they wanted to sell me to an old man for money. I ran away from them and found myself on the street with no shelter and no family. I slept in an alley for two whole days, and on the third day, I woke up to the sound of drunk men in the street who tried to assault me. I ran away from them and bumped into a girl who took me to her house. Not two days passed before she offered me work as a prostitute, but I refused and found myself on the street again. I had nowhere to go. With what little money I had left, I bought a realistic-looking wig with men's hair and compression bandages. I applied to the army pretending to be Private Hyun and miraculously passed the screening. After one of my colleagues was examined and got busy with his friend before leaving to write down that he had been examined, I wrote down that I was the one who was examined. After that, I joined the army. I had long, wavy, soft black hair, full pink lips, and almond-shaped eyes with soft, winged eyelashes that looked like eyeliner. My waterline wasn't white; it was black, as if I were wearing kohl, but it was naturally lined. I covered all of this with short hair, the hat I wore most of the time, and the tight-fitting bodysuit that I wrapped tightly around my body to conceal my prominent feminine features. I wore suits that were slightly too big for me to give a more masculine appearance. I stayed in the army for a year and a half. I showered in the private cabins... I didn't use the public showers with them, claiming that I didn't like the lack of privacy... I slept among them in the shared cabins, each with his own bed. This reassured me because they saw me as a man like them. We had a general named Jeon Jungkook, who was cold, harsh, and very strict. He was 31 years old. Known for my discipline, I always kept my feminine things, like sanitary pads and feminine hygiene products, hidden in my bag, along with my bras... I pushed myself hard to participate in military training with them. The army was a safe haven, providing shelter, food, security, and clothing. Then one day, while training with a fellow soldier, he accidentally pushed me hard, causing me to fall on a rock. My clothes tore, and my skin bled. My comrades rushed to check on me, but General Jungkook stopped them, saying he would handle it. He supported me until we reached the clinic. I thanked him and told him I would clean the wound myself, as I didn't want him to see what was under my clothes. But he insisted, which only made me more determined to protest. He walked carefully to the door, closed it, and told me to take off my military shirt so he could clean the wound. I nervously told him I could handle it myself, afraid he would see the bandages I had wrapped around my body. But he breathed a sigh of relief. Impatiently, he tore my shirt!