Childhood Friend's Common Sense (1)
I came to my senses feeling the softness of the bed beneath me. I was definitely in the bathroom about to jerk off, so did I pass out? But how did I end up back in the bedroom? Sure, I live with my family, but everyone should be out today—Mom and Dad on their couple's trip, my twin little brother at his college MT. No doubt about it. I'm home alone. So who the hell moved me? And who could it be?
For a split second, fear gripped me, but it was quickly overshadowed by a bizarre sense of wrongness. My pants... why are they so short? I was wearing full-length training pants that covered my ankles. I pulled them down right before blacking out to stroke myself, but no way scissors got involved to shorten them like this. Weirdly, my thighs all the way to my ankles were completely bare, leaving me feeling chilly. Amnesia? Kidnapped? But this is my house...
Taking a closer look, my body felt off too. Two massive lumps blocking my view. Accounting for lying down, that spot should be my firm, muscled chest. But no matter how I squinted, those water balloons in front of me were just fatty globs of flesh.
Once I noticed that, other things jumped out. Hair way too long. Hips that seemed wider. A huge ass. My frame felt smaller overall, and most importantly...
"It's... gone?"
I didn't even have time to freak out that a frail woman's voice had come from my throat. Because between my legs, there was nothing. My precious dick, my constant companion for exactly 24 years, was gone. It hadn't gotten a real shot yet, but it was always ready for action. Now, all that remained was some weird slit.
"Wh-what the fuck is this...?"
My hands shook, cold sweat beading on my skin. Was I caught up in some massive conspiracy? Wait, no—peeking under the pants, no pubes either? Shit, am I cracking jokes at a time like this?
Only then did it hit me that my voice was a woman's, and I realized I'd become one. The clothes I had on... a black tank top and pink dolphin shorts. Stuff I'd never bought or worn in my life. And apparently, no bra either—my nipples poked sharply through the tank top.
I sat up and examined my chest. Lifting the tank top to bare my tits, I stared wide-eyed.
"Whoa... fucking hot. Ngh!"
I'd said something I shouldn't have and instinctively shoved my fist in my mouth. Hearing that sexy voice curse and call itself hot created this weird, unbalanced vibe. But seriously, what the hell happened?
...Maybe I should just grope them a bit first and think later?
Right as I was debating, the door flew open, lights flicked on, and the room brightened instantly from the faint sunlight filtering through the curtains.
"Hey! Yoo Chae-a, you still not up?! It's a school day—get ready already!"
"...Mom?"
I froze mid-grope, staring blankly at my mom. She was Mom, but... different. My brain screamed that's Mom, but she didn't match my real memories at all. The vibe was similar-ish, but she looked unbelievably young and gorgeous. A passerby might mistake her for some random hot 20-something. Why did she feel like Mom if she wasn't?
"Who's Yoo Chae-a?"
"Who else? You, dummy! Just like me, trying to jerk off with your nipples first thing in the morning. That's why you gotta find an owner quick!"
"...Huh? What'd you say?"
Did I hear that right? Nipple jerk? Owner? What the fuck?
"Get out here and help with breakfast. Wake your little brother with a morning blowjob! He came home drunk last night, pissed himself, and crashed—probably got dick lint stuck on it, so clean it good! This doesn't happen every day!"
"...Pardon?"
"You're twenty now—time to handle your brother's needs! I've been doing it all this time, but you gotta pitch in! Your dad's still mine, so don't get jealous!"
I couldn't process it. Morning blowjob for my little brother? The real kind? Clean dick lint? Why me? And why was Mom saying it so casually...?
I got out of bed, glancing around. My eyes landed on familiar-yet-alien clothes. Typical school uniform for girls, but the coverage was insane. Deep cleavage on the shirt, cropped so short my belly and navel were fully exposed. The skirt was barely a skirt—short enough no delinquent girl would dare wear it. At that length, it was basically begging guys to peek at your panties. But yep, the name tag read Yoo Chae-a, my new name. And on the other pocket flap... wait, what the hell is that emblem? A dick shape?
"Oh."
It clicked. Mom—not-Mom was about to yell at me to hurry, so I bolted from the room to the bathroom.
That emblem—definitely from that hentai manga I read, the Altered Common Sense World series. The "school" there. Like a university for over-20s, but segregated by gender with uniforms, high-school-like system. The funny dick emblem stuck in my mind.
"Hold on... so I'm inside the Altered Common Sense World series? As a girl...?"
Still not certain. The manga was set in Japan, but this was my house, my family—all twisted. Familiar feel, totally different looks. School's a top academy in every country, so no issue there.
I gotta get back. How? What now?
My head spun. In the mirror, the girl staring back was stunningly beautiful—long, tousled black hair with a purple tint down to her waist, delicate features, killer body. My exact type. But no time to swoon over my own face. I needed info.
The door creaked open.
"Sis, you said you'd clean my dick starting today, right?"
"Y-Yoo Seong?"
"What's with the awkwardness?"
My little bro Yoo Seong, my twin. Never once stood naked from the waist down, dick hard and throbbing, demanding a suck. And like Mom, he was transformed. The shut-in gamer now had drama-hero looks and a ripped body.
"Uh, y-yeah... I'm kinda busy right now..."
"Busy with what? Practice for school—think of it as studying. C'mon, say ahh. Ahh—no teeth."
"W-Wait, hold on! Back off a sec!"
Even in the male-supremacist Altered Common Sense World, family chit-chat didn't go this far. Problem was, if Yoo Seong forced it, I couldn't fight back. I looked like an average non-athletic girl; he was a muscle monster. I'd lose any physical contest.
"Fuck it, fine. I'll take Mom's today. Scared the baby bitch sis might bite my glans off."
"B-Baby bitch?"
"Yeah. You got assigned to the Bitch Class at school, right? You'll pick up skills finding an owner and studying. We'll do it then—your mouth-pussy probably sucks anyway."
"Yeah... good idea."
Phew, dodged that. Sorry Mom, but unavoidable. Seemed normal for her here; one extra day wouldn't hurt.
I washed my face and headed to the kitchen. The scene was a spectacle.
"Slurp... chup... Cum, give me your cum quick♡"
"Jeez, honey. Let me eat first."
"Mom, do mine too."
"No, your sis wouldn't... slurp, chup!"
Dad and bro sat at the table. Mom, naked in an apron, knelt under it sucking Dad off. Her bowl was there—some fried scraps like dog food. Dad and bro had proper omurice. Mom's was leftover slop. And next to it... another identical bowl. With my name.
"Yoo Chae-a, what're you doing? Get over here and dress your rice with cum—you gotta go to school!"
"I-I..."
"Hurry up!"
I backed away. My stomach growled, but I wasn't eating like that. Even in Bitch Class, no way I'd crawl on all fours, wag my ass, take dick slaps to the face. And cum on dog food? I'd just seen Mom dump Dad's load on hers and swallow a big bite. Eyes shut.
I couldn't. No way, even as a guy originally—that's beyond normal pervs.
"Not hungry—skipping today!"
"Ugh...!"
"Why's she like that?"
"Nervous for school?"
I rushed to my room, slammed the door, threw on the uniform. Had to get out. Tight shirt squeezing my chest, skirt flashing panties just standing. No time to complain.
"I'm off!"
"Wait! One bite! Just one, okay?"
Grabbing my bag to bolt, Mom approached with bro's fresh cum on my bowl. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head no.
"What's wrong, Chae-a...? You aren't a social misfit, are you?"
You guys are the misfits! I shook my head stubbornly, refusing food. The fishy stench alone made me gag as the bowl neared.
"Wait! Gotta put on your collar first!"
Oh right. Bitch Class girls must wear collars to school.
The collar choked uncomfortably as I stepped outside. A few others dressed like me milled about—some collarless, one with condoms dangling from her waist. All slutty outfits. Breasts bouncing, asses flashing with every step. Normal-clothed guys glanced casually or ignored us.
Unsure where to go, I followed girls in matching uniforms.
School, I guess.
The manga's school (Japan, but similar)—prestigious academy everyone dreams of, one per country. But really, a sex crime den. Girls barely students, classes absurd, harassment rampant. Graded into five tiers: Woman, Female Bitch, Bitch, Onahole, Toilet Meat. Bitch Class from entrance exam? Mid-tier, I guess. Lower meant zero rights—shivers.
Must climb to Woman Class before graduation.
My only hope here. Find a way home first, but to live as a human woman, graduate Woman Class. Bitch Class grads could work, but no sexual autonomy. Humans barely, but better than nothing. If no school access, even Female Bitch denied—thank god.
Tailing the ass-wiggling girl ahead, the school gate appeared. Dick emblem banner: "Welcome New Students."
Gotta go in...
Then, a familiar face by the right gate. Not altered like family—exactly as remembered. Idol face, gym-rat body mismatched to looks. The guy who ignored "tone it down" from me and friends, stubborn about his jacked imbalance. Chatting with another uniformed guy.
Emotions surged. Probably tied to how I got here. He told me about Altered Common Sense World 3—prime suspect.
"...Kang Geon-yul! Geon-yulllll!"
Forgot I was a girl now—might not recognize me. Tears held back, I ran, ignoring my tits flopping painfully.
"...Who?"
"It's me, Yoo Jin! The manga you sent me..."
Smack!
Ow? What? My tit hurts. Not figuratively—actually slapped. No bra—too embarrassing, didn't know how. But who slaps tits casually?
My right boob stung, swinging wildly from the impact. The guy was Kang Geon-yul, but not my Geon-yul.
"Where do you get off, you pussy bitch, acting like you know me?"
"Uh, s-sorry...?"
Cold tone. Brutal words.
"And you're Yoo Chae-a. Not Yoo Jin."
"That's..."
"It's on your name tag, idiot—even know your own name?"
Scary. Geon-yul's scary.
"Fuck. Horny pussy bitch clinging on day one. Gonna wreck that cunt before opening ceremony."
"S-sorry! Wrong person..."
Not friends here? Overreacting to me acting familiar?
"Follow me to the bathroom. Hey, wait a bit while I teach this mutt bitch a lesson. Won't take long."
"Heh, she's fucked. Even if owner's busy... no manners? No greeting, just charges. She's done."
"Ah, aaa..."
What do I do? Kang Geon-yul yanked my collar roughly.