I Woke Up as a Futanari After Being Transmigrated to Another World
I, Kim Minchul.
“Life’s starting over~.”
One day I suddenly got transmigrated to another world.
I have no idea why. I just snapped one day, quit my job, and stayed up three full days straight without sleeping while grinding otaku games until I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in another world.
Imagine the gut-wrenching despair of a happy life—getting unemployment benefits and gaming all day until I transmigrated and turned into an orphan girl in this world. You can’t understand it unless you’ve lived it.
“Hey! Lucy! Get out already!”
“…I’ll be out soon.”
I stared at the mirror while listening to the orphanage director Halca’s hysterical voice from outside.
A golden-haired woman with slightly glazed eyes.
Lucy Crowell.
This was the new identity I had gained after transmigrating into this world as the orphan girl who had nothing—no parents, no real life worth speaking of.
“Hmm… even if I dress up, it still looks a bit better.”
I had taken a proper bath and swapped out the ragged orphanage clothes for fresh ones. Honestly, it did look a little cute. But that was all it was—slightly better than average. My face was too plain to eat with, and this was the kind of girl you could find all over the place outside. It wasn’t like I was supposed to live off my looks or have some broken cheat ability, right?
Here, you don’t even have something like a YouTuber who could sell her body. This was just nonsense.
“Ugh, shit.”
It was impossible to not curse. Luckily, though, this wasn’t some medieval fantasy world with backward hygiene and superstition levels—it was a civilization that had at least a bit of science and technology. Because of the mana that mocked science, parts of it were actually better than Earth. There were even things that felt like the internet and smartphones. I, as an orphan girl, had never used them, but the orphanage bathroom had bidets. That was a godsend.
If the culture had been as shitty as just donating those garbage national TV broadcasts and books while shitting in a bucket, I would have seriously considered suicide and starting over in my third life.
“You’re late, as usual.”
After changing into my new clothes, Halca gave me a scolding.
The other orphanage girls who were already waiting at the entrance stared at me in a tight little group. They were all the girls from Crowell Orphanage who had turned eighteen this year. Unlike the talentless ones who got adopted out, these girls had been kept here until adulthood, so they were all spiteful and scruffy.
Pretty or talented girls usually got taken to good homes. The ones left behind like me either had some kind of problem or just refused to find new parents like I did.
“If you’re all ready, get on the bus.”
“Yes~.”
I boarded the two-story bus at the entrance with the other orphanage girls. It could hold dozens of people. It wasn’t the orphanage commuter bus—it was the government vehicle that had come to pick up the adult women.
Inside the bus, girls who had been summoned from other orphanages and rural villages were already sitting. My orphanage friends and I found seats. The bus full of girls pulled out of the orphanage compound. I sat with a blank expression, staring out the window and closing my eyes.
Ten years in this world and I had to deal with a boring drive without a phone. A normal modern person would have died of boredom, but I was already dopamine-detoxed after a decade here. Still, it would have been nice if it rained so I could play some water race or something. Today was just the worst.
“I’m excited… right, Lucy?”
“Yeah.”
Since I had no choice, I chatted with Mayril, one of my orphanage friends, to kill the time. We had been decent friends. Even though I was a loner with no social skills, ten years of working together and having Halca as a public enemy meant we couldn’t stay distant.
While we talked, the bus finally left the orphanage neighborhood and entered the city center.
The reason the empire sent buses to orphanages and summoned all the adult women across the country was simple.
To find Futanari Candidates.
Futanari.
Women who possessed male genitalia.
Surprisingly, this world had a mysterious airborne virus that could turn women into futanari, and every female citizen in the Janus Empire was legally required to be infected with the Futanari Virus on her eighteenth birthday.
In this world, futanari weren’t just girls with a dick. The virus gave them superhuman strength and mana that was tens to hundreds of times stronger than a normal human. A single futanari could wipe out an entire army or burn down a city. It was a living strategic weapon.
The number and quality of futanari were basically the nation’s national power. Compared to Earth, it was like having living nuclear weapons. The government had no choice but to create and manage them with everything it had.
“When you become a futanari, what are you going to do first, Lucy?”
“Me? Obviously jerk off first. They say the dick’s huge.”
I answered Mayril’s question right away.
Even if you get pension and all the welfare benefits, honestly I was more interested in the dick. How shitty would it be to have no dick when girls around you were all lying back and spreading their legs?
Plus, futanari have massive dicks—imagine how good it would feel to jerk off with that.
Thinking about it, do I even have to jerk off?
I could just fuck instead.
“Fuh? That’s me. I’ll use the support money to go to a fancy restaurant. Buy nice clothes, get a cool house and a car~. Ah, and I’ll drag the director out and beat her senseless. Did you know? Futanari also get special immunity rights.”
“Really? If it happens, I’ll just deal with that old hag, that’s for sure.”
Anyway, I just imagined what I’d do as a futanari, but I wasn’t expecting it to actually happen. The compatibility rate for the Futanari Virus was less than 0.01%. Out of ten thousand people, maybe one would turn out. The rest would just get immunity. Hoping was ridiculous.
I figured I’d just enjoy the city while I was here, eat good food, and go back. …Hopefully the food would be good.
“Oh, we’re here.”
The bus finally reached its destination.
Soluna Technology 7th Research Institute
A massive dome-shaped research facility. Once you went in, you probably couldn’t come out again.
I got off the bus, received a number, and followed the instructions inside.
Thousands of girls from all over the country were milling around in confusion. Sitting in the waiting room waiting for my number to be called felt like getting a medical check-up.
Pretty similar.
“Please move to your stations according to the guidance: 1201 through 1300.”
“Looks like it’s our turn.”
I followed the researcher downstairs.
“Everyone, spread out. One person per tile.”
I stepped into the isolation room with gray walls, lined up in order, and waited blankly.
Krung!
The wall dropped down after the researchers left.
This is seriously scary.
I had an idea of how it would go, but stepping into it myself made me feel a little nervous.
The girl next to me was visibly shaking—probably about to piss herself.
“Starting the Futanari Virus dispersal. Everyone, prepare and take a deep breath.”
Push…
Short warning and pink mist shot from the walls. I instinctively shrank and inhaled deeply.
The futanari virus was so thick I couldn’t see anything in front of me. Luckily, it didn’t smell weird or make me feel like I was suffocating. It was just… thick.
Weaker than tear gas, though.
Nothing to worry about, right?
Just as I was starting to feel relieved, my heart suddenly tightened in an unpleasant jolt and my whole body started tingling.
“Ugh?!”
“Aaaah!”
“L-Lucy?! Are you okay?”
The stinging pain suddenly exploded into something much stronger. My bones and muscles burned as if they were melting, and my body swelled until it felt like it would burst.
My lower belly felt like a second heart pounding. Flesh in my groin swelled and something shot out above my pussy.
“Kyaaah!!”
I writhed on the floor screaming like a little girl in unbearable pain and foreign sensation. Voices of my orphanage friends echoed from beyond the mist, but I had no time to answer.
“Ugh…”
Luckily the pain didn’t last long.
The hellish burning disappeared and was replaced by a strange pleasure.
When I finally got up and caught my breath, the pink mist slowly cleared and the room came into full view.
I panted and slowly raised my hand to check.
The callused hand from years of hard labor at the orphanage was now smooth.
Starting from my hand, I slowly looked down. The clothes I was wearing were shredded on the floor.
Due to malnutrition, my body was now filled with smooth, firm muscle. My breasts and hips, which had been flat and small, swelled so much they looked ridiculous.
And most of all…
“Ah…”
Something I had never seen before appeared between my legs.
A massive throbbing red mass pulsing like a heart from the intense blood flow.
A dick.
“Holy shit, I got a dick….”
Ten years after transmigrating.
Kim Minchul, no, Lucy Crowell.
I had recovered my lost dick.