Second Bloom
Lee Nawol.
"Mmm. Slept well."
At the sound of his alarm, Junyoung rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"Ahh, another day of work."
He shuffled into the bathroom, turned on the water like he always did, glanced at the mirror—and froze solid.
"What the. It's still me."
This was definitely not the pretty face he'd seen last night.
He'd gotten worked up watching himself transform into a ridiculously gorgeous woman before bed, but when he woke up and looked in the mirror, the original Kim Junyoung was staring right back at him.
"What the hell. Guess I was just so tired I hallucinated the whole thing."
Made sense, really. A person suddenly turning into a woman? Yeah, right.
Tch. Got my hopes up for nothing.
He brushed it off without a second thought and started washing up in earnest.
Once he was done, he headed out to work as usual.
In the early morning, the estate's garden was still damp with dew. Junyoung moved between the neatly grown flowers, pulling weeds, then trimmed back the branches that had crept out of line.
He lost himself in tending the flower beds until, in the distance, he spotted a luxury sedan pulling up to the mansion's front entrance.
"Is that the lady of the house?"
Straightening his bent back, he watched the head of the Lee clan, Lee Nawol, step out of the car.
Junyoung's mouth fell slightly open as he took her in—elegant office attire, a compact and exquisitely sculpted face, a full chest whose size was obvious even through her clothes, a cinched waist, wide hips. She was the kind of woman anyone would notice. That was Lee Nawol.
Tch. Not like someone like me stands a chance.
She probably didn't even know he worked on the estate.
"What kind of man ends up marrying a woman like that?"
The question surfaced before he realized it. Unless she planned to grow old alone, she'd have to marry someday. What kind of person would it be?
An arranged match with someone from a comparable family would be the standard scenario, but in her case things seemed a little different. He'd been working at the estate for over a year now, and he'd never once heard a rumor about her dating or meeting prospective partners.
He had heard something odd, though. People whispered that since she never showed interest in men, she might be a lesbian. Someone else claimed they'd seen her invite women to the estate at night.
"Well, none of my business."
Nawol didn't spare so much as a glance in his direction before disappearing inside.
Junyoung stood at a distance, watching her retreating figure. They lived under the same sky, yet it felt like they existed in entirely different worlds. Having to content himself with the occasional glimpse of her face made his own lot feel a little pathetic.
"Better get back to it."
He watered the flowers with a watering can. Seeing the petals glisten with moisture lifted his mood a little.
*
"Haah, exhausted."
The moment he finished in the garden and returned to his room, he headed straight for the bathroom to wash up.
Click—the lights came on, and Junyoung's eyes went wide at what the mirror showed him.
"What the—"
The woman from yesterday was staring back at him from the glass.
He approached with a dumbstruck expression.
"I turned into a woman again?"
Unable to believe it, he slapped his own cheek hard. It just hurt.
"What is going on."
He hastily tore off his clothes, and the sensual body he'd confirmed just last night came into view. He really had turned back into a woman.
"Hah, I genuinely can't wrap my head around this."
At this point, it made more sense that his brain had broken. Who on earth flips between male and female like a light switch?
"Holy shit, look at these tits."
Junyoung ran his hands over his chest like he was in a trance. Those large, springy breasts—he couldn't not touch them. Kneading the soft, rice-cake pliant flesh sent a strange warmth spreading through him.
Then his fingertips grazed a nipple. A jolt of electricity shot through him.
"Hah, that's... weird."
It was an uncanny sensation. It felt unreal, like he was groping someone else's body entirely.
Of course it did. He was a man.
While he was busy fondling his chest, curiosity about the situation below his waist crept in. What did the pussy actually look like?
From the quick peek he'd managed yesterday, it seemed fully equipped. But he'd been in such a panic that he'd fallen asleep without a proper look, and by morning he was back to being a man. So that had been the end of it.
Today, he was going to check for sure.
"Wait, I don't think this angle's going to work."
After a moment's deliberation, Junyoung moved to the room with the full-length mirror. He sat down in front of it and spread his thighs.
"Holy fucking shit."
The sight that greeted him the instant his legs parted pulled a curse straight out of his throat.
His pale-pink inner lips glistened, already slick with moisture. With his legs spread, the delicate folds had parted slightly, giving him a glimpse of his entrance.
"So that's what a pussy looks like."
He studied it intently, then gripped the outer lips with his fingers and pulled them gently apart. The red, wrinkled inner flesh was laid bare in the mirror.
"Unbelievable."
Never thought he'd get to inspect a woman's pussy like this.
But the longer he looked, the more a strange sense of loss crept over him. It wasn't certain yet, but by tomorrow he'd probably be back to being a man. That's how it went yesterday.
Tonight he'd fall asleep, tomorrow he'd wake up as Kim Junyoung the man, and go back to landscaping like nothing happened.
Thinking about it that way made wasting this evening feel like a crime. If only he could keep some kind of record.
"Oh—photos!"
If he took pictures, he could look at them tomorrow too.
Without a second thought, he grabbed his phone and opened the camera.
Click.
Sitting with his legs spread, he photographed the reflection in the mirror.
"Fuck, this is insane."
Seeing it in a photo was somehow even more obscene than seeing it with his own eyes.
Click, click.
One photo, then two—his gallery filled with shots of his own body. Close-ups of his pussy, torso-only shots with his face cropped out.
"Something's off about these poses."
His figure was spectacular, but he was stiff as a board in every shot, and it didn't do his body any favors. He sat in front of the mirror with his legs open, twisting this way and that, hunting for angles that worked.
"This is fucking art."
It was his own body, but the lines were genuinely gorgeous. The curve from chest to waist to hips was flawless. Even knowing it was him, he felt himself heating up.
"I can... touch it, right?"
His hand crept toward his crotch before he could stop it.
"Why am I already wet? Hah!"
The space between his thighs was damp. When his fingertip brushed the flushed pink flesh, the strange sensation made his shoulders jerk.
"Wow, that feels... so strange."
He'd been a man for over twenty years and masturbated countless times, but nothing like this. It was on a completely different plane from stroking a dick.
Like an explorer charting unknown territory, he caressed his pussy with careful, tentative touches.
"Nngh, so slippery."
As his body warmed, arousal began flowing freely from inside. When he came to, his finger was already inside his entrance.
"Hah, hah."
Junyoung startled at his own reflection in the mirror. He'd never watched himself masturbate before, so he'd never imagined he could make such a lewd face.
Glazed eyes, slightly parted plump lips, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. Seeing such a beautiful woman in the throes of arousal for the first time made his heart pound like it might burst.
"Hahh, aahng!"
His fingers explored the inner walls. The wrinkled flesh seemed to writhe and clench around them. He'd had no idea a mere finger—nothing like a man's cock—could feel this good.
Was this how women touched themselves?
"This definitely feels amazing."
The walls quivered and pulsed around his fingers. Having a perfect female body to play with however he pleased—this was the best!
Fireworks exploded in his head.
"Ah, should I play with my tits too?"
One hand stayed between his legs while the other came up to his chest.
"Haah. This is incredible."
In the mirror he saw a version of himself so vulgar he could barely stand to look. This was really him—fondling his own breasts and pussy, working himself toward climax.
Junyoung's technique grew more precise by the minute.
"Hahh."
He kneaded the soft flesh like dough, then shifted to the nipple that had popped up stiff. Rubbing the areola gently with his thumb and forefinger, the nipple began to swell.
"So this is how they get hard...?"
As his arousal built, the once-soft bud firmed up under his touch. Junyoung pinched the stiffened nipple between his fingertips and rolled it side to side.
"Hahaaang!"
A lewd moan he'd never heard from his own mouth burst out of him.
Squish, squish.
At the same time, the fingers inside his pussy started moving hard and fast. All that careful exploration was forgotten—he pumped into his hole like he was fucking it.
"Hah, I'm gonna die!"
His hand moved so fast it blurred. The one on his chest stretched the nipple to its limit.
"I-I'm losing my mind!"
Squirt!
The instant he pulled his fingers out—pushed by a powerful surge from deep inside—a fountain erupted from his pussy.
"Eehk!"
The forceful stream hit the mirror and sprayed in every direction.
"Aahh, no waaay!"
He'd only ever seen this in porn. He hadn't known it was actually possible.
Junyoung stared blankly at his reflection. The stream kept coming, wave after wave, showing no sign of stopping.
Splash! Splash!
By the time he came to, his hair and body were dotted with droplets.
"Hah, that felt incredible."
He panted for breath. He'd never felt anything close to this from masturbation in his life.
"This isn't the time for this."
He quickly grabbed a towel, cleaned up, and got ready for bed.
Lying in bed staring at the ceiling, he couldn't shake the feeling that letting this night slip away was such a waste.
"Will I really turn back into a man tomorrow?"
The thought kept sleep at bay. He picked up his phone and opened the photos he'd taken earlier.
"It'd be a shame to just hoard these. Oh, right—Starstagram."
Keeping a body this insane to himself was practically a crime.
He downloaded the app and created an account, then picked out the photos worth posting.
"What's everyone going to say when they see this? That I'm hot? Or—"
His heart pounded wondering what strangers would say about his body. For Junyoung, who had never once been the object of anyone's attention, this was an entirely new world.
"Screw it."
His finger hit the upload button on its own.