A Woman in the Mirror
He had become a woman.
Junyoung came back from a brutal day in the gardens and dove straight into bed without so much as washing up.
"Haah... another killer day."
One of the estate's groundskeepers had quit without notice, doubling his workload and keeping him out working overtime until well past dark.
"I should wash up, but I can't be bothered. Maybe I'll just sleep like this."
His eyes were slowly drifting shut when something felt different from usual. His chest, somehow, seemed strangely soft and yielding.
Huh?
Why is my chest so soft?
Even half-dead from exhaustion, he stole a glance downward—and a scream of pure shock tore out of him.
"What the fuck—why do I have tits?!"
Junyoung groped at his chest with an expression of utter disbelief. There was no mistaking it: a full, generous pair of breasts was attached to his body.
"Wh-what the hell. Am I dreaming right now?"
He wondered if exhaustion was making him see things. It was the only explanation—there was no way he could actually have breasts.
For a hopeless virgin who had never so much as dated, the shock was overwhelming. Junyoung grabbed the mounds and squeezed.
The flesh hanging off his chest right now was, he confirmed, absolutely spectacular. Even as he told himself it couldn't be real, the feel of it was so good he couldn't make himself stop.
"One rough look and I'd say these are at least a D-cup."
The breasts he kneaded through his t-shirt were squishy and pleasant, like squeezing a slime.
"Mmhn."
The instant his fingertips brushed accidentally across a nipple, a lewd moan slipped out of his mouth.
"This feels... weird."
He could feel the areola swelling thick beneath the thin fabric. Junyoung pinched the stiffened nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
"Nghah!"
The crackling jolt of sensation struck straight to the core of his brain, snapping him wide awake.
"Wh-what did I just do?"
He bolted upright in bed and hurried over to the full-length mirror nearby.
"Th-this is..."
One look at his reflection and Junyoung froze on the spot.
Standing in the mirror was not Kim Junyoung, the perfectly ordinary young man in his early twenties, but some young, beautiful woman.
"Why—why am I a woman?"
He ran his hands over his face.
Springy, fine-grained skin without a single trace of stubble.
"Hold on."
Studying his face closely, he could just barely make out faint remnants of his old masculine features.
It looked as if someone had cranked a beauty filter all the way up and sculpted his face into a pretty woman's. The face was one thing, but what truly astonished him was the body.
"This figure is insane."
The huge breasts he'd groped moments ago, the cinched waist, the rounded hips.
He couldn't believe that a flawless body he'd only ever seen on a screen now belonged to him.
"Wait. If I've become a woman..."
...does that mean I have a pussy down there too?
If he really had turned into a woman, complete with breasts and hips, then surely...
Gulp.
He swallowed dryly and shifted his gaze downward, little by little.
Somehow, confirming with his own eyes that he had become a complete woman frightened him.
"Still, I have to check."
Heart hammering, he pulled down the pants he was wearing.
The moment they dropped to the floor, ordinary men's underwear came into view.
Just this one thing left.
He hooked a finger into the waistband and slid it all the way down.
"Aaah..."
When he forced his tightly shut eyes open, there it was—a pale, smooth pussy without a single hair to be found.
There was no mistaking it. This was, undeniably, a pussy.
Junyoung swept his hand across the plump mound.
Atop the pearly flesh, cleft in two, a small clitoris peeked out.
His mouth watered, and he swallowed again and again.
Honestly, it was the first time he had ever seen a pussy in real life.
He'd gone straight from high school graduation into service at this mansion, so there had never been any opportunity to date a woman.
He'd vaguely imagined that someday he would see a woman's naked body. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would confirm it on his own.
"Fascinating."
His heart pounded as if it might leap out of his chest.
"A pussy. An actual pussy... Maybe this is a chance."
He had no idea why he had suddenly become a woman, but someone came to mind.
Lee Nawol—the head of the very household he worked for.
Though the clan head was a woman herself, she would now and then hold nighttime revels, summoning women to the estate.
The memory flashed through his mind: her icy, indifferent manner, the way she had never spared even a flicker of interest for him, a male servant of the house.
"If she saw me as I am now..."
Their relationship might change completely from what it had always been.
"What would she think?"
His heart raced at the mere thought.
Fear and thrill tangled together, kindling a secret ember in Junyoung's chest.