Ravished by the Stunning Flight Attendant (1)
My name is Kim Serin. Not Kim Sejun—Kim Serin. A year ago, I got isekai'd into this modern fantasy world.
I can talk about it so calmly now, but when I first landed here, even breathing felt like a chore. My vision spun wildly, and a jumble of incomprehensible voices overlapped in my ears.
"A new transmigrator..!"
"I can't believe I'm witnessing a transfer happen live..!"
"Whoa.. she's insanely pretty."
Someone grabbed my shoulder and spoke to me while others peered down at me collapsed on the ground.
"What's your name?"
My mind cleared bit by bit.. and the moment I heard that question, I looked up.
"Y.. yes..?"
And my voice.. it was so unfamiliar, so delicate and beautiful. Shocked, I glanced down at my body—and that's when I realized. This wasn't the body I knew.
My hands below my line of sight were slender beyond belief, my skin impossibly pale. My breasts heaved heavily with every breath, my waist so narrow it seemed it might snap. Reflexively catching my reflection in a nearby glass window, I froze completely.
A ridiculously pretty big-titted beauty. No other words came to mind.
With my head blank, the question came again.
"Your name. What's your name?"
My mouth wouldn't open. Or rather, I couldn't open it. Kim Sejun. My name from when I was a guy.. back in my original world. Kim Sejun.. wasn't that way too masculine? Saying it with this body, this face.. they'd definitely think it was weird.
Thoughts tangled in my head until I desperately blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Uh.. um.. Kim.. Kim Serin."
Even I was surprised before the words finished leaving my mouth.
"Kim Serin. My name is.. Kim Serin."
Perfect improvisation. Luckily, this world was far more forgiving than I'd imagined. People transferred here from other dimensions all the time, and they had systems in place for them: temporary protection, ID registration, basic living support, even job placement. There was even something called transmigrator support funds.
With everyone's help, I made my way to the Transmigrator Support Center inside city hall. The line was full of all sorts: ordinary-looking folks, people with wings and horns, green-skinned ones, snake-tailed hybrids, those with weird hair and eye colors—you name it.
I waited my turn, and a staff member greeted me at the counter. I answered their questions honestly.
"Are you a transmigrator?"
"Y.. yeah? Yes.."
"How'd you end up here?"
"I.. I was taking the subway to a general ed class at university.. there was an accident.. I think I died.. and when I opened my eyes, I was here."
"Looks like a death-right-after transfer. Most common type."
"R.. really..?"
"Doesn't seem like you're a demi-human."
"Y.. yeah? What's that..?"
"You look like a regular human."
"Ah, yeah.. I guess..?"
"Full name?"
"Kim.. Serin."
"Date of birth and age?"
"XXXX-XX-XX, twenty-two."
"Putting your fingerprints on file. Hand, please?"
The staffer nodded casually, flipping through papers, snapping a photo, registering prints, and so on.. until finally..
"Congratulations, Kim Serin—you're now a citizen of our nation."
I'd become a full citizen of this world. It was so straightforward it almost didn't feel real.
And just like that, I started my new life as Kim Serin.
"Oh, this must be it.."
The day I got my citizenship, I was assigned free housing for transmigrators. It was clean but cramped, with basic furniture: a bed, a small desk, a wall-mounted TV. The bare minimum for survival. Still, I was grateful. At least I wasn't out on the streets.
Door closed, alone at last, my breathing finally slowed. I slid down against the wall and slowly looked up.
That's when I noticed it. A huge poster plastered on one wall.
Futanari City
The world's most advanced city
A space of possibilities open to all
Relocation support program always available
Extra benefits for transmigrators
Vivid cityscape in bold colors: glittering skyscrapers, wide roads, pristine streets.. so perfect it almost didn't feel real.
..What the hell is this place?
I unpacked while muttering to myself and flicked on the TV. As the screen lit up, quirky ad music started playing.
"The life you've dreamed of—and more."
"Start yours today in Futanari City."
The city from the poster unfolded on screen: cutting-edge facilities, comfy homes, and.. happy people.
"Whoa.. that's seriously cool."
Honest reaction. It was a bit weird that everyone walking the streets in the ad was a woman, but I didn't dwell on it. It was just that impressive. My transmigrator housing wasn't bad.. but it screamed 'temporary.' Futanari City, though? It looked like a perfect, finished life.
That night, fiddling with the free phone they'd given me while lying in bed.. I stumbled on an article.
"..Huh?"
My finger froze. I read the title again.
Top 10 Cities with the Most Beautiful Women. No. 1: Futanari City.
Clicking in, glamorous photos flooded the screen: tidy streets, sleek buildings, people strolling between them. Just like the TV ad—all women. Tall models, cute types, elegant and poised ones. The common thread? They were all stunning.
"Whoa.. they're all so pretty.."
I mumbled without thinking. I'd overlooked it earlier, but yeah—Futanari City's women were gorgeous across the board. The article added:
Futanari City's female population ratio is 99.99%, the highest of any city. Known for its sophisticated culture and open atmosphere, it's a haven for beautiful women.
Sophisticated culture. Open vibe. 99.99% women.
I nodded. Makes sense. Every city has its image. Like a hub for pretty people—fashion capital, art city, that vibe.
But.. that many women? Male ratio at 0.01%.. it was kinda absurd.
As I pondered, a tiny fact hit me.
I'd been a guy.. transferred here today and became a woman. And back then, as a guy, I'd liked women. Obviously—I was straight. That hadn't changed. Body swapped, but memories and mind stayed the same; my feelings didn't flip.
Now I was a woman. Yet seeing women still made my heart race.
Yeah. Guys don't do it for me. Body's female now, but I still go for women.
"..So that means."
I trailed off, mumbling to myself. Woman liking women.. that's what? Lesbian.
The word popped up, but it didn't feel off. Seemed natural. I'm a woman now.. so liking women makes me a lesbian. Duh?
I glanced back at my phone. City with the most beautiful women. 99.99% female population. Photos from the article. Futanari City streets. Filled with countless pretty girls.
..Among them.
The thought slid in naturally. Some of them must like women too. Hell, with this many women.. probably even more.
Something tickled in my chest for no reason.
What if.. I imagined life in Futanari City. A city packed with beautiful women. Maybe.. just maybe.
"I could date a total knockout.."
Saying it aloud heated my cheeks. Embarrassing, sure—but mostly excitement.
The body I'd seen in the shower.. massive tits, tiny waist, wide birthing hips. Soft, firm ass and thighs. The kind of body that'd make a dick hard even if it wasn't there. My hair and eyes matched my guy self, but the feel was different. Glossy black with a brown tint, long and flowing; soft light-brown eyes that warmed the heart just looking at them. Delicate features, porcelain skin.. and that naughty mole under my right eye. Not just the curves—my face was pretty. For real.
Turning into this.. massive luck, right? And if I played it right.. a guy who'd never dated or fucked, too busy with life.. could hook up with hot girls.
In Futanari City.
My heart pounded with anticipation.
But.. Futanari City. First time seeing that word. Wonder what it means.. city name's a bit odd, but hey, names are weird sometimes. Foreign word, old place name, whatever.
Eh, unique name. That's all I thought. Too lazy to look up what "Futanari" meant.
A few days later, I got job intros for transmigrators. Nothing tough: basic assistant work, logistics sorting, office help. Picked the safest one. Wasn't satisfied, though—after shifts, I grabbed a part-time gig too. No hobbies to fill the time, and I wanted more cash than average.
Convenience store night shifts. Body ached, but watching the money pile up was weirdly fun. I adapted to woman-life quicker than expected—not that hard, really. Every time my bank balance ticked up, Futanari City popped into my head.
I wanna go to Futanari City.
Should I..? Or not?
After agonizing.. Fuck it, let's go.
Decision made, I hustled harder. A bit more savings, and I'd be set. Their ads always hyped:
Relocation support program running
Transmigrator priority policy
Beautiful ultimate city
Those words kept egging me on. Prioritizing transmigrators for relocation? How could I not bite? I knew ads exaggerate, but still.. 'This seems legit enough.'
Futanari City was my big hope, my swelling dream. Chance to ditch this temp life for a real city. Sophisticated, perfect urban living. Filled only with pretty women.
Paradise to me.
A year passed. I'd saved not just enough—plenty. Thanks to double shifts. Bursting with excitement, I applied online for Futanari City relocation.
And today.
"Nngh.. damn.."
Dragging my massive suitcase, I arrived at the airport for the direct flight to Futanari City.