Crash Landing in a World of Wonders
There are those strange days sometimes. Days when, for no particular reason, you just want to head off somewhere far away. People often go on trips to distant places when that happens, and I was no different. In fact, I'd literally hopped on a plane for a bit of a mood changer myself.
"Um..."
But right now, calling this moment a simple trip felt a little off.
"If it's okay, could you switch seats with me? I have to use the bathroom a lot."
"......"
"Hello?"
"Y-y-yes? Sure?"
It was because I was your typical social zero, a total shut-in who couldn't even hold a normal conversation. So this "trip" was more like an escape. And sure enough, when she just asked if we could switch seats, I looked away again.
"S-seats...?"
Not content with that, I even started stuttering. I could already feel the conversation turning awkward, and she ended up giving an embarrassed smile before heading back to her spot.
I retracted my fidgeting hand and plopped down in my seat with a thud. A sigh escaped me as I sat. Part of it was the stuttering, but mostly because my bold first solo trip at twenty-two was already veering into worry territory.
"I practiced so much for this..."
Would I even make it back in one piece like this? The negative thoughts kept piling up, dragging out memories from my high school days that I'd tried so hard to bury. This trip was supposed to help me forget them, and here I was, dwelling on it again.
"...Time to read."
I dove into the pages of my novel—my one reliable escape—before those memories could resurface.
And so, as usual, I was flipping through the chapters when something odd hit me around the story's midpoint.
Tilt-.
"Ugh."
It felt like the seat had leaned just a bit.
"Wh-what was that?"
Did the seat just tilt? Was it my imagination?
...No.
"That felt way too real to be imagination..."
Shake-.
Right then, my body tilted again, and a vague unease twisted into outright dread. It wasn't imagination—the bottled water from the overhead bin had fallen and was rolling across the cabin floor.
"Wh-what the hell...!!"
Some uncle-type guy yelled out, someone else lost their balance and tumbled. Screams erupted from somewhere.
"Kyaaah!!!"
The flight attendants were doing their best to calm everyone, but with the announcements crackling with static, the cabin descended into chaos.
I clung to my seat amid the madness, desperately bracing against the jolts. No matter how panicked things got, freaking out would only make it worse.
Still, I tried to stay positive and keep my cool.
'I-it'll be fine.'
Just hold on a little longer, and it'll settle. Plane crashes aren't common, right? I'd heard turbulence could make it shake like this. And the announcements were probably just bad reception...
Boom-!!
"Ugh...!!"
But no amount of deep breaths could stop the anxiety from building, and to top it off, I spotted something I really shouldn't have.
Roooar-!!!
"Huh...?"
It was a hole the size of my palm. Air from outside was rushing in through a tear in the fuselage.
Clunk!
I saw the oxygen masks drop, but after that... nothing. A high-pitched ring filled my ears, and my head went blank.
Kaboom-!!!
Finally, with a deafening roar, the world went black.
*
Twitch-.
"......"
My fingers moved. My brow furrowed. Consciousness returned naturally, and my vision cleared bit by bit.
"Ugh..."
Dirt crumbled from my cheeks as I sat up. A quick glance around confirmed I'd woken up on the ground.
"My head hurts..."
Was I even alive? I could think, move... so probably. But surviving that crash intact? Hard to believe.
"Body seems fine, at least."
I checked myself out first. Legs: both there. Arms: good. Hands: intact.
"But why does my chest feel so heavy..."
Not heavy like shortness of breath—physically heavy. My gut reached for it instinctively, and a strange texture met my fingers. My eyes followed.
"Wh-what the hell is this...!"
"And why am I naked...?"
Clothes could tear, sure, but buck naked? Weird. Or was the girly voice weirder? No, these boobs were definitely weirder...
My head spun. Crash effects? Whatever—voice and body screamed "woman" now.
"......"
Conclusion: even that was gone.
"...Boobs are heavy, damn."
Did women lug these around daily? Soft, but backache city.
"...So where the hell am I?"
My body's changes were headache enough, but this felt too real for a dream. I scanned around.
"A forest...?"
After a good look, that's all I got. Flight path suggested a small island en route, maybe.
Wish I had my phone.
"Bag and clothes all gone..."
Unbelievable. Disaster or luck? Hard to say.
Rustle-.
Then, bushes behind me rustled.
"Wh-what?"
The sound grew; a figure emerged.
"You there. Who are you?"
Her look was wild—full plate armor like from a game con, sword at her side.
"Uh, th-that..."
Even meeting someone, my mouth froze. Her outfit played a part, but my body locked up anyway.
"I asked who you are."
She pressed sharper, and then...
Clank-.
"H-heek...!?"
"Answer, or I'll cut you down here."
She pressed a razor-sharp blade to my throat.
"G-guh, th-that's..."
Terror-struck and stammering, she eyed me over like a suspicious patrol.
"Spread your legs."
Just standing there for inspection, then this weird order.
"P-pardon...?"
Spread 'em—in this body?
"Wh-why the legs..."
"Because I don't see a dick on you."
"A d-dick...?"
"Yeah. So spread 'em quick."
Clank-.
"Silver Mane scum have me on edge already."
What now? And the reason was too weird.
"...You're suspicious enough, but if you're not Silver Mane, I'll spare you."
Didn't seem important to her. No clue what Silver Mane was, but...
'She's aiming a sword at my neck—she's not blind.'
Why keep hunting for a dick on me?
"Ten seconds."
Head spinning, but ten seconds 'til death.
Still no clue where I was or what happened to my body.
"Sp-sp..."
Whatever—want to live? Spread 'em.
"I'll spread, so...!"
Shiver-.
"P-please, spare me..."
"...Let's inspect."
She sheathed her sword at the spread, knelt, and peered close.
Poke-.
"Eep..."
Weird feeling as the inspection started.
Rub-.
"Nngh..."
Sudden touch down there, yeah...
"Hmm."
But weirder: stranger casually fingering my pussy.
"...No enemy aura. You're safe."
Legs wobbled at the end. Spared, sure, but near-death multiple times? Dizzy.
"Th-then, can I ask something...?"
"But why no dick?"
"D-dick?"
"Everyone has one. Why don't you?"
...Why ask me?
"Th-that's for guys."
"Guys? What's that?"
She looked genuinely puzzled.
"New faction? First dickless person I've seen. Spared, but coming for thorough check."
"Huh? Wh-what...?"
"No place to go, looks like. Follow nicely. Pass inspection, maybe some chores."
"No, that's not...!"
Whoosh-.
"What the hell are you even saying? You're a woman knight—do you have a dick?"
"Obviously?"
"You're saying some people don't have dicks?"
I pointed at her crotch accusingly. She casually lifted her loincloth.
And there it was—a dick, just like she said.
"Wh-wha...?"
"Oh, some don't. Lucky you—live specimen."
"N-no..."
"Why blush? First time seeing one?"
No, but...
"Your reactions are bizarre. Seeing a dick's like a handshake."
Her words made my head spin more. My own changes were dizzying; this was next-level.
"But why's it erect...?"
"Erect? Oh, ascension time already."
"Ascension...?"
"You don't know? When your dick hardens for no reason a few times a day."
"That's erect—"
"But this is weird."
She leaned in close suddenly.
"Never ascended touching someone before. Seems like after groping you."
"Eek!?"
She thrust her erect dick toward me.
"B-but you said no reason—how do you know it's me...!"
"Instinct."
"In—"
Instinct? What BS.
"...Decided."
Regardless of my thoughts, she sealed my fate.
"Taking you to the Gray Mane for investigation."
So I got bound hand and foot, loaded into a cart. The scenery gave me one hypothesis.
'No idea why everyone's women, but...'
This might be another world.