Disowned from the Family Registry
I'd been stricken from the family registry. I was fucked. Sure, I didn't have a dick anymore, but I was still royally screwed. All because I'd woken up as a woman overnight.
Okay, if I conceded a hundred times over, maybe turning into a woman could've been fine. The real problem was my father. The eldest son of the Restin family had turned into a girl overnight, and he feared the rumors would tarnish the family name. So, before the gossip could spread, he'd kicked me out of the registry.
"Father, how could you do this to me?!"
I'd confronted him about it. I'd trashed the study in rage, begged him on my knees while clutching his pant leg not to disown me, tears streaming down my face. But his response was always the same.
"...I never had a son like you. No, not a daughter either. Pack your things and get out."
He'd bragged to the king himself about his proud son. But the moment I became a woman, Father coldly declared me erased from the family ledger.
"Father!!"
"Did becoming a woman deafen you too? Didn't you hear me say pack your bags and leave?!"
Father bellowed at me with terrifying fury. But I was truly, truly wronged.
If my skills weren't exceptional, I'd have understood. If I'd been a spoiled brat or a total fuckup, fine. But disowning me just because I turned into a woman? All because rumors might hurt the family prestige?
"...I've spent twenty years busting my ass to earn your favor, Father. Are you really going to disown a son like that?"
I said it with the desperation of a last plea. But the answer was the same as always.
"Get out. I have no son like you anymore."
"Hah!"
Father wasn't budging an inch.
"Fine, this shithole of a house! I'll walk out on my own two feet. And you? You're no father to me anymore."
With that, I stormed out of the study. As I headed down the hall to leave for good—
"Oh, finally coming out? You weren't clinging to Father's leg bawling your eyes out, were you?"
A familiar voice grated on my nerves. I turned slowly, and there was that punchable face. My brother, Leon Restin.
"......"
He was grinning. A blatant sneer.
"Ah, calling you 'bro' feels weird now, huh? What should I go with? Big sis? Sis?"
"......Get out of my way."
"Ah, sorry. Still in shock, I bet. But hey."
Leon blocked my path and continued.
"If I were you, I might've hanged myself by now. Waking up a woman overnight, getting kicked out... Tsk, life's gonna suck, huh? Poor sis."
His insults were unbearable. My fist clenched on reflex. I wanted to grab his collar and smash him into the wall.
But... I couldn't anymore. These arms weren't the battle-hardened knight's anymore. The muscular body that had endured dozens of wars and duels was gone when I woke up. If I punched him now, my hand would shatter first.
My hand trembled. Leon looked even more delighted watching it.
"Ah, that face. Love it. Even as a woman, that temper hasn't changed. But you know? That attitude's got nowhere to go now."
"......"
"Oh, right, almost forgot. In case Father's mind changes—didn't tell you yet."
Leon leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"Father named me the official heir. This morning. Right after disowning you."
My breath caught.
"...That's."
"What does it matter? You're not a Restin anymore. Off the registry, not a man, no home, no heir spot. You've got nothing. Congrats."
I said nothing. Didn't want to argue or retort.
I just averted my eyes and walked past quietly.
"Take care, sis—wait, no. Just Miss Kyle?"
Leon's mocking farewell. I didn't respond. Not a word.
I stared at my feet as I walked, letting them carry me forward.
Back when they called me young master, servants would bow and clear the hall ahead. Now, they all looked away, heads down. Not one met my eyes.
Glancing down, my reflection gleamed in the polished marble floor. Long hair, slender build, unfamiliar face. That woman was me.
"Fuck......"
I spat a curse and stepped outside. A brutally sunny day greeted me, mocking my crumbling world.
"This is really it...?"
My words dissolved into the air. No one answered.
I was nothing now. Not Father's son, not the Restin heir, not a knight, not the successor... and not a man.
A heavy sigh escaped me. As worry about the future chilled my chest—
"......Young Master."
A voice from behind. Soft, gentle.
I knew it without turning.
"You don't have to call me that anymore."
The woman stepped up beside me. A young woman in a neat maid uniform. Short black hair, sharp eyes, cool expression. Rita, looking at me with her usual gaze.
"I've called you that for fifteen years. How could I stop so easily?"
"...Rita."
My longest-serving maid. She'd been by my side since childhood. Maybe the only one in this house who'd ever tried to see the real me. Head maid Rita.
"Go back. Don't get on Father's bad side following me."
She shook her head at my words.
"No need to worry. I came out here to follow you anyway."
"Follow me...? What?"
She was already holding two large bags.
"It's a done deal. I've already spoken to the master... no, to Marucus Restin."
"...What?"
I stared at her. She nodded calmly.
"The moment you left this house, I'd resign my position too. So, no worries."
"Are you insane?"
The words burst out, reminding me how out of it I was.
"Do you know what this house is? What being head maid means? A stable life, guaranteed income...!"
"You're more important, Young Master."
Rita said it plainly.
"I've been head maid of the Restins because that meant being your person."
Simple reason. That's why it hit so hard.
But I didn't want to burden someone so kind. I forced a mocking smile, looking away.
"So? You follow me—what then? No house, no position, no money... me?"
She didn't blink at my self-deprecating barrage.
"So, what will you do now?"
"......"
"Give up like this? Collapse? Is that the Young Master I know?"
"......"
I had no words. I'd thought everything was over. Why did her eyes make me feel like I could start again?
"......I have nowhere to go."
"Don't worry about a home. I have a cabin I bought with my savings."
"A cabin?"
Ridiculous. Me, raised in nobility, with knightly stipend and heir's allowances. Now relying on a maid's cabin?
It was so absurd I just laughed.
But I wouldn't refuse. Without it, I'd be flat broke.
"Rock bottom, huh."
Rita nodded quietly.
"The bottom where you can't fall further. Meaning, only up from here."
"......"
Her cool tone still hid that warmth, afraid I'd crumble. Same old Rita.
"Ha.... Seriously, without you, I might've considered suicide just now."
I muttered honestly. Her eyes flickered briefly, then steadied.
"If you want to live, follow me."
The sun dipped behind the mountains, painting the sky in red sunset hues. As twilight deepened, the forest shadows stretched long.
"It's nearby."
Rita led, parting leaves. Her careful steps and my clumsy ones echoed lightly in the woods.
Kyle. All I had left was that name. I stopped, scanning around.
A downhill path. At the bottom, a weathered wooden cabin sat quietly. Time-worn: mossy roof, sunlit window frames, smokeless chimney. Everything still.
Yet.
"...Smells like someone lives here."
Rita nodded softly.
"I built it to survive."
I stepped forward slowly. Opening the door, dust and wood scent wafted out.
"Been empty a while, so it'll be chilly."
Rita lit the hearth with practiced hands. Flames rose, bathing the interior in warm orange.
A small table, organized shelves, two worn chairs. Sparse, but cozier than anywhere right now.
I stood dazed before it. No noble's home, but livable.
"Young Master."
I snapped back, turning. Rita was unpacking her bags.
"Stay here for now. Water from the back hill, I brought food for a few days. I'll handle more later."
"...How's a mere maid so prepared?"
"Years cleaning up after you. This is basic."
Her calm tone pierced me.
Yeah. I'd leaned on others my whole life. Thought no one left... but one remained.
"Some juice?"
"Ah, yeah. Thanks."
She set down a rough-hewn wooden cup. Pale red fruit juice inside.
Thirsty from the trek, I downed it in one go.
"Phew...."
Looking out, sky darkened. Cricket chirps rose like a lullaby. Tension released all at once.
My consciousness faded. Fast. Too fast.
"Nngh...."
I shifted, but a strange sensation jolted me awake.
"...What the hell...?"
My arms wouldn't move. Wrists bound. Cold rope bit into skin, tied tight to the chair back. Ankles too, secured firm.
I scanned quickly. Dim cabin. Night outside, hearth dying to faint embers.
And before it, Rita sat.
"Rita, what the fuck...?"
"...Shh."
She pressed a finger to her lips. My breath hitched.
She rose slowly. Chair creaked, shattering the silence.
"Hoped you'd stay asleep longer, but... whatever."
Her soft voice felt off. Too quiet. Eerie.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this, Young Master."
"What the...?"
"The moment you became a woman."
Her tone warmed with glee.
"If you hadn't been a man, if you'd been a lady... I'd have confessed ages ago. A man's body can't receive my love."
It made no sense. Love's between man and woman, right? Why couldn't a man's body get her love?
"Rita, sorry, explain so I get it...?"
"Now you're a woman, we can share love."
With that, she slipped a hand under her skirt, shedding panties. Then slowly lifted the hem.
"......?!"
I blinked hard. No mistake. There, between her thighs: thicker, huger than any man's...
A dick.
"Now we can love each other, Young Master...♡"
Rita thrust that monstrous thing toward me, approaching slowly.
It clicked. This psycho maid was going to fuck me—yesterday's man.
"W-Wait...!! I was a guy originally...?!"
"Mmm, but now you're female. If it's a mindset thing..."
Her hand stroked my lower belly softly.
"I'll make you my bitch, so don't worry...♡"
Fuck. Why was my life so goddamn twisted?