Zhao Rong took a deep breath and looked at Wang Guihua. "President Wang," he said, "this second issue... it might be a bit of a challenge to resolve, but it can be done."
Wang Guihua looked embarrassed. "As the president of the Women's University, the board of directors has certain requirements for me. One of them is that all male students must cross-dress. We can't have a single, conspicuously male student." After a pause, she looked at Zhao Rong awkwardly. "So, Zhao Rong... you and your assistant must cross-dress. Otherwise, this second problem can't be solved, and I have to keep my position as president."
Zhao Rong gritted his teeth. To complete the mission, he decided he and his assistant would have to make this sacrifice. "Alright," he agreed. "Starting tomorrow, my assistant and I will cross-dress. We'll wear wigs, heavy makeup, women's clothes, and high heels. President Wang, as long as both of us cross-dress, that should fulfill your second requirement, right?"
