Chapter 1 — The Goddess's Terrible Taste!

A traffic accident. Definitely a truck, I think. That's usually how it goes.

If I was going to die this pointlessly, I'd at least have liked to be reborn in another world...

Yes! A heroic tale where I team up with beautiful companions to defeat the Demon King... that's the real classic, isn't it? The foundation of the genre.

I was muttering this nonsense inside my head, alone in a darkness where I couldn't feel anything at all, when a thought suddenly struck me.

If I die, what happens to my computer and my phone? Last night, right before bed, I definitely...

"No!! Of all things, my browsing history from last night has to have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the femboy stuff in it!"

I screamed as I lurched upright from where I'd been lying. And then I froze. I was lying beneath a beautiful, star-filled night sky.

"Hmm-hmm, you have excellent taste?"

At the sound of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a woman's voice, clearly struggling to hold back laughter, I turned around. A woman was seated on an enormous golden stone throne.

Flowing golden hair, elegant eyes, nose, and lips — a cute face set against long, graceful limbs, dressed in a pristine white robe straight out of mythology that showed off her statuesque figure.

Anyone would have taken her for a goddess at a glance, but I was utterly taken aback and asked the only thing I could.

"Who... are you?"

"I must say, the titles are my favorite part. 'Turning a Femboy Into a Female—'"

"Stop excavating my internet history!"

I collapsed to my knees in sheer shame.

"Pfft...! Ahem, ahem... My apologies for the lack of, khh... consideration...!"

The goddess turned her head away, muffling the laughter spilling from her mouth with her hand. She soon composed herself, put on a solemn expression once more, and looked at me.

My dignity had already been shredded by embarrassment.

"Don't worry. I like that sort of thing too."

"Please just answer my question... I'd rather not have this degenerate pillow talk here..."

The goddess tilted her head with a look of mild disappointment, then cleared her throat and restored her dignified expression.

"Well then, without further ado — allow me to introduce myself."

As she spoke, she rose fluidly from her seat, and a halo of light blazed from her body. The radiance completely enveloped the throne behind her, setting her silhouette aglow.

Spreading her arms lightly to either side in a dramatic pose, she continued.

"I am the goddess who has chosen you. Poor soul, I shall grant you the chance to live again. In exchange, you must complete my mission: to defeat the Demon King of another world and save it!"

My eyes went wide at those words. Truthfully, I'd suspected as much from the moment I saw this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠place and this goddess, but hearing it spoken aloud sent a thrill down my spine.

"You look pleased?"

"I'm not."

"Even though ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it's a harem rebirth?"

"Nice!"

I casually abandoned my flimsy denial and pumped my fist. Of course! This was an isekai rebirth! A harem isekai rebirth, no less!

At that very moment, light began to rise from my body.

"Wha—already? I'm going now?"

"Yes! Don't worry — my divine guidance will continue even in that world. And above all, I'm granting you a cheat-tier passive! Now go, Hero! Gather your companions and deliver the world from the Demon King!"

Along with the goddess's voice, booming with the passion of a variety-show MC, my vision flooded with brilliant white.

When I awoke, I was lying on a blue-green meadow. In the span of a single breath, I had experienced death, the afterlife, and rebirth into another world...

Still unable to believe any of it was real, I stared down at the grass beneath my feet.

Dew-laden blades swayed in the cool breeze, brushing against my plump, supple thighs.

Huh...? Supple? And why is my line of sight so low...?

Shocked, I bolted. To the far edge of the meadow — there, there was a lake. I had to check what had become of me. Of my body, right now.

I skidded down onto my knees and looked at my reflection in the water.

"That's a femboy!!"

A feminine face reflected up at me, all cute and alluring eyes. I rose slowly from the spot, feeling how much shorter I now stood than my original body. Slender but soft arms; narrow shoulders; and a waist so cinched that my pelvis — with its apple-shaped hips — looked distinctly feminine, matched by thighs to suit.

This is the femboy adventurer from that femboy doujin I read last night!

"Wh... why?!"

"Oh my, I was sure you'd be pleased. Was I wrong?"

The goddess's voice rang out directly inside my head.

"G-Goddess! Why did I become a femboy?!"

"Dear me, I thought you'd like it."

"I liked reading about femboys. That doesn't mean I wanted to become one!!"

The instant I shouted, a single anxious thought surfaced through the noise in my skull. The contents of that story...

That's right — if this world really were the world of that story, wouldn't I soon be at the mercy of some hulking man...?

"Oh my, don't worry about that. I only borrowed the exterior for your body. This is a different world."

"Th-thank goodness..."

I let out a long, deep sigh. Perhaps the flash of anxiety had done it, but even my bewilderment at this body began to settle.

"You said it was a harem story, though..."

Disappointment welled up as I sank down where I stood, muttering.

"Is there some law saying a femboy protagonist can't headline a harem story?"

"Huh? Good point."

The goddess's words flashed through my mind, and my head lifted on its own. Soon I felt the smothered confusion draining away.

"Th-that's right! No matter what this body looks like, I'm still a man on the inside!"

I sprang to my feet and clenched my dainty little fist. Now that I'd calmed down a little, I could fully appreciate just how adorable my voice had become.

But it's fine! I'm still a man! I've just become an alpha-femboy, that's all!

"Excellent confidence! I feel I can entrust your adventures to you with no reservations."

Oh, right. Adventures. I have to defeat the Demon King.

"Um, Goddess? How do I check this passive you said you gave me?"

"Close your eyes and think the word 'passive,' and it shall appear. Quite convenient, isn't it?"

"Ah, thank you."

So it's not the shout-"Status!" method from modern series. Well, whatever — it's convenient, so I'll take it.

Following the goddess's explanation, I immediately closed my eyes.

What kind of passive would it be? Broken regeneration? Time rewinding on death? Ooh, honestly, overpowered stats would be nice too...

Embracing my swelling anticipation, I cried out in my heart:

....?

Passive...?

Uh...?

"Goddess...?"

"Goddess...? Hello? Goddess. Goddess. Hey."

"HEY!!!"

How long had I been at it? Maybe forty minutes had passed. And of those, I'd probably spent a good thirty screaming at empty air.

First came denial. No way. Impossible. The goddess said nothing.

Next came rage. Me — the guy who only ever cursed around his closest friends — hurling profanity at the open sky. I must have lost my mind. The goddess said nothing.

Then came begging. Please. Change it back. I'm not into that side of things. The woman said nothing.

And now, I was simply depressed. That blasted woman still wasn't answering...

"Unbelievable!"

Furious at the endless expanse of meadow, I kicked at the grass beneath my feet. My irritation only grew when my outburst of frustration came out sounding ridiculously cute.

I promptly crouched down where I stood. I had no energy left...

"Why is this happening to me..."

As I hung my head in lamentation, I caught sight of my soft thighs squishing together.

A femboy. Me. A delicate little maiden...

"I hate this..."

Guilt even crept in over all the femboy stories I'd devoured over the years. Weren't those protagonists just victims too? Foisting femininity onto male leads like this — is this misandry? Or misogyny? Which?!

With my mind a tangled, suffocating mess, I kept ranting nonsense inside my head.

Soon enough, my eyes prickled with the sting of coming tears.

"I don't wanna get taken...!"

Voice trembling, I finally spoke my most terrifying fear aloud... The perpetrator-to-be of all this... is the victim-to-be... me...

In stark contrast to my inner crisis, the meadow hummed with peaceful sounds — the gentle breeze, the soft swish of grass brushing past.

And weaving through it all came the sound of heavy footsteps.

Clank, clank.

Is that... armor?

"Are you quite all right?"

I lifted my head at the sound of an exceptionally courteous yet strong woman's voice and turned to look behind me.

A female knight stood there. A helmet with a red plume hid her face completely, but her voice told me enough.

Beyond that: steel armor that hugged a trim waist, an apparently unnecessary cloth skirt-piece, and a rather inadequate set of leg armor that left stretches of bare thigh showing between plates.

This person is straight out of a typical otaku fantasy — the classic female knight character!

Honestly? Totally my type.

With that thought, I took her outstretched hand and stood up.

"All alone in a place like this — is something the matter?"

"N-no, it's just..."

How was I supposed to explain? "I'm from another world, and I turned into a femboy, ha-ha"?

I didn't seem to have the method or the courage...

"Well... I'm looking for a village..."

"The nearest village lies that way."

The knight pointed out the direction of the town. The same direction I'd come from... Oh. So I'd been walking the wrong way, which is why I hadn't seen it...

"I shall escort you to the village myself!"

The knight said this with a slightly excited lilt in her voice, thumping her fist against her breastplate.

"It would be far too dangerous for a lady to travel alone!"

"I'm... a man..."

This is the tale of a hero descended upon another world, gathering companions to save it from ruin—

Or at least, that's what it's supposed to be. In truth, it's the story of me, you, and all of us perverts — a fever dream with a faint smell of sweat about it.