Chapter 7
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 7
A Bra is a Bra, Why Are There So Many Types?
The very first thing I did upon returning home was one thing.
Namely, buying clothes.
It was one of the most urgent matters for me.
'Because I can't keep going around like this.'
No matter how I think about it, my current fashion state is shocking.
Since I don't have a brassiere, I used band-aids, and since I don't have pants that fit, I'm not even wearing anything that can be called bottoms.
At least the baggy shirt covers my body, but...
'...Fuck. It's still just that.'
After going outside once in this state, I realized it. This is a matter of survival.
Because the chilling sensation brushing against my thighs every time the wind blew was gnawing away not only at my self-esteem but also my dignity as a human being.
I immediately lay face down on the bed and turned on my phone.
My wings stuck out over the edge of the bed and flapped, but I ignored them. Shopping is the priority right now.
"Let's see, women's clothing..."
When I roughly typed the words into the search bar, all sorts of information popped out.
[2024 F/W Season New Arrivals Up to 70% Off!]
[Size 44 Recommended! For petite women...]
[Winter Essential Long Padding Top 10]
A feast of numerous flashy advertisements.
As if arguing that fashion sites aren't the exclusive property of social butterflies for nothing, seeing that made me feel dizzy for no reason.
"...Let's start with the basics."
I entered the underwear category.
And regretted it 5 seconds later.
"...What is this."
What filled the screen were cryptographic words I couldn't understand.
[Bralette]
[Wired Bra]
[Seamless Bra]
[Sports Bra]
[Wireless Bra]
[Push-up Bra]
"A bra is a bra, why are there so many types?"
Wired is... I don't know.
Seamless is that, right? That thing when you play a seamless open world game.
'...I'm getting dizzy.'
The amount of information pouring in all at once is too much.
In times like this, it would be better to get help from an expert.
'...Damn it. I didn't want to contact her first.'
I sighed and opened KakaoTalk.
While scrolling through my contacts, I stopped in front of one name.
[Han Yoo-ri]
My dear younger sister.
A total psycho.
The most annoying existence in the world.
And a fucking bitch.
'...Still, she probably knows about clothes.'
Even if she's a tomboyish brat, her biological gender is still female.
She probably at least knows about women's clothing.
...Doesn't she?
If we go by that logic, I should know about men's clothing too... but I know nothing.
'Ah, I don't know. She probably knows.'
I gritted my teeth and typed a message.
[Me: Hey]
3 minutes after sending the text like that.
The '1' indicator still hadn't disappeared.
"......."
This brat is 100% pretending not to see it on purpose.
There's no way that shut-in bitch who's always fiddling with her phone wouldn't see it.
[Me: I know you saw it]
Another 5 minutes passed like that.
She still isn't looking.
"This crazy bitch."
Normally, I would have called and poured out a string of curses, but I can't even do that right now.
'...If I call with this voice?'
There's no need to even imagine it specifically.
All sorts of annoying things would happen, damn it.
Of course, I'll have to reveal it someday... but at least not now.
'...Why is this bitch still not checking my message.'
Damn bitch.
If it's like this, it seems I should give up on getting help.
'...I need to find another way.'
I turned my gaze back to the phone screen.
Words like bralette, wired, and seamless were still blinking as if mocking me.
'Should I ask Shin Ah-yoon?'
That thought crossed my mind for a moment, but I soon shook my head.
She's in a similar situation as me. From her perspective, perhaps me asking for help might even feel like mockery.
Besides, it's a bit much to ask for another favor when we've only just met.
'So it means I have to do it alone in the end.'
I took a deep breath and stared at the screen again.
'...Alright. Let's start with the wired bra.'
There's no special reason I decided to check this one first.
Just that 'wired' reminded me of wire action games.
And also because it was the product at the very top.
[Daily Wired Bra - 28,000 won]
[A built-in wire that supports the breasts creates volume and a beautiful silhouette!]
But as soon as I read the description, I pressed the back button.
Volume, since it was a completely fucking useless option for me.
My body is a woman's now, but... I'm still a man. If a man has volume, that's gynecomastia, fuck.
'...What is there that I can wear.'
I searched for a long time after that. Regarding this, I can truly say I worked hard.
'...Because I even did searches to find detailed information.'
Searching like that for a long time.
I eventually decided on an appropriate sports bra. I heard there's nothing as comfortable as this for the first time wearing one.
It's the perfect item I need.
The problem is...
"Damn it, the size?"
...That I don't know my size.
Honestly, I don't particularly want to know, and I can't know.
I just mutated this morning; how could I be leisurely measuring my size?
'So, how are you supposed to measure this.'
Looking a bit closer, it seems measuring with a tape measure is the universal method.
But there's absolutely no way there's a tape measure in my studio apartment.
In the end, it means the method of measuring my size is far off.
'...Should I just try to eyeball it?'
I considered that thought too, but immediately gave up.
I heard that if the size doesn't fit, it's so painful that you're better off not wearing one at all.
"...Hah."
In the end, my life-or-death struggle with the bra returned to square one.
And because I didn't know my size, at that.
'...For the time being, I guess I'll just have to keep wearing band-aids.'
Feeling somewhat despondent, I reached that conclusion.
To think that after struggling so much, the conclusion is band-aids.
Of course, that only substitutes for the bra; the rest is different.
Unlike the bra where there was no way to measure the size, I could somewhat eyeball the tops and bottoms.
'I think this much should be roughly enough...'
I started picking out tops and bottoms.
First, the top.
'A hoodie should be a safe bet.'
[Overfit Hoodie]
[Cropped Hoodie]
[Zip-up Hoodie]
[Basic Hoodie]
"...Damn it."
It's starting again. What's overfit, and what's cropped.
'...Let's go with basic.'
[Basic Hoodie - 27,000 won]
[Size: FREE]
"Oh, it's free size."
I admired it like that, but I don't know what free size means.
What is it? A Gum-Gum hoodie or something?
Of course, what's needed at times like this are the reviews.
[I'm 160cm tall and it fits perfectly!]
[I'm 165cm tall and it's a bit small TT]
[I'm 158cm and it's roomy~]
"......."
Roughly looking at it, it seems around 160 is the appropriate height.
But my height isn't even 150.
'...It might be big.'
But I have no other options.
The ones that weren't free size used cryptographic size systems like 44/55/66, and I wasn't confident I could understand them.
'Ah, whatever.'
I put it in the shopping cart. And one more.
Just in case, I put in one more of the same hoodie.
'...Because I need clothes to wear while doing the laundry.'
It's definitely not preparing for a situation where I run out of clothes to wear because I lazily put off doing laundry.
Now for the bottoms.
'Sweatpants should do the trick.'
Even when buying men's clothes, it was always sweatpants.
They are comfortable, warm, and match with anything.
I didn't pick out underwear. My boxer briefs will manage somehow. Because to pick those out too, my mental fortitude had already reached its limit.
Total Amount: 111,900 won
"......."
I stared blankly at the screen for a moment.
110,000 won.
'...Expensive. I couldn't even buy a bra and it's already this price.'
I let out a sigh.
'...Because they're things I need anyway.'
I pressed the payment button.
[Order Completed!]
[Estimated Delivery Date: 2~3 Days]
"......."
2~3 days.
It means I have to live in this state during that time.
Band-aids, boxer briefs, and a long padding.
'...Huh?'
Come to think of it, even after those items arrive, won't I still be in that messy state underneath?
Since I didn't buy underwear at all...
I suddenly feel disillusioned for no reason.
The feeling that all the suffering I've gone through so far has been in vain.
Of course, the clothes will look perfectly fine on the outside, so it will be a big change, but...
Just then, my phone vibrated.
Bzzzz-.
Startled, I checked my phone.
Could it be my younger sister, that bitch? If she only saw it now, I'll show her exactly what true grit means.
However.
[Shipping Departure Notice]
"......."
It wasn't.
It was just a shopping mall notification.
I threw the phone again.
"...Damn bitch."
My younger sister never replied in the end.
'What on earth is she doing.'
Normally, she's a bitch who reads messages as soon as they arrive and sends a 'fuck you' back.
'...Surely nothing happened to her, right?'
That thought crossed my mind for a moment, but even I think it's a ridiculous idea.
'Hah, what could possibly happen to that bitch.'
There's no way anything could happen to a bitch with a life force stronger than a cockroach.
Even if several huge guys attacked her, that tomboyish bitch would beat them all down and return leisurely.
'...She's probably just ignoring me on purpose.'
I concluded like that.
And buried my face in the pillow again.
'2~3 days... that's long.'
How am I supposed to live during that time.
Though I have no reason to go outside anyway.
'...What if another emergency alert comes?'
What if something comes up where I have to go out like to the community center?
'At that time... I'll just have to go out like this.'
"...Fuck."
Enough. I'll stop these mood-ruining thoughts here.
Rather than doing this, it would be better to just kill time.
I immediately entered the online community.
As soon as I did, I saw the number 1 ranking in the popular communities list.
[Mutant Minor Gallery]
It was a name I was seeing for the first time.
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