A Warm Morning and My Magical Girl Nightmare

As I rubbed my eyes awake to the gentle morning sunlight, a translucent holographic window popped up in mid-air.

"I'm a guy?"

I couldn't believe the message. In a panic, I stripped off my clothes and looked down. My trusty cock was gone without a trace, replaced by a smooth, glistening pussy. And my flat chest now had perky little tits swelling up from it.

"Whoa... it's pretty..."

With trembling steps, I approached the bathroom mirror. Staring back at me was some stunning beauty with a dumbstruck expression.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm, and carefully opened the Status Window that every Awakener could see.

I examined each line of text floating in the air.

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"Fuck...? What the hell is this? Semen... into mana? Is there no other way?"

No matter how much I poked around the system window or racked my brain, there wasn't a single way for me to generate mana on my own without semen.

"Fuck this... I won't do it. I'll just live as a normal person, no Awakener bullshit. I've been a man for 28 years—how the fuck am I supposed to suck and fuck dicks? Ugh!"

The horrific thought of taking a man's cock—me, who was a healthy guy just yesterday—made me dry-heave.

As I swallowed curses under my breath, thinking this had to be a joke—

"Fuck?"

I was too stunned for even a hollow laugh. All I could think was that the world was screwing me over hard. I grabbed my smartphone in a frenzy, pulling up Awakener communities and search portals.

'Maybe there's someone else who woke up as a woman overnight or got some weird condition.'

But after scouring dozens of pages, not a single similar case turned up. And nothing about forced missions that killed you on failure.

"What the fuck is this...? Why am I the only one getting fucked like this?!"

I rolled around on the bed, agonizing over the bleak future where I'd have to hunt Variants within ten days. 'Do I have to register as an Awakener just because I awakened?'

Grasping at straws, I searched regulations and penalties for unregistered Awakeners. The info said if I hid my powers thoroughly and lived quietly, I could probably avoid detection.

But living with this suddenly female body, faking my identity without reporting it? Everyday life would be a nightmare.

"Haa... no choice."

With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself up and got ready to head to the Awakener Center for registration. I threw on my old guy clothes and stepped out.

Walking the streets, I felt guys' eyes flicking toward me. Even though I hadn't done anything wrong, the stares filled me with inexplicable shame.

'Do I look weird right now?'

As I kept walking, thinking that, a friction against my nipples through the thin fabric hit me.

Swish, swish.

Just brushing against my clothes, but a tingly spark spread from my nipples like electricity.

Zing, zing.

"Ngh... ngh..."

I bit back the moans threatening to escape and hurried toward my destination. At ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the Center, I rushed to fill out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the registration form and handed it to the staff.

"Uh... so... Lee Haneul, right? This says 28-year-old male... but you're a woman?"

"Ah... y-yeah... I awakened today and turned into a woman... that's why... haha..."

"I see... Sorry, could you come back tomorrow? The handler with verification powers is out on assignment today... yeah, tomorrow would be better."

"Yes...? Oh... okay..."

I trudged out of the Awakener Center, sinking into serious worries about the future.

"Registration tomorrow, fine—but getting mana means I have to do it with a guy no matter what... fuck it, just close my eyes and get it over with? Can't transform and I'll die anyway... whatever~"

Better to go all-in than die like this. Resolved, on the way home, I ducked into a women's clothing store and approached a clerk.

"Excuse me, recommend some outfits and underwear for a 20-something woman, variety please."

She sized me up and suggested clothes fitting my small A-cup chest and slender build.

I grabbed cheap, casual ones, some underwear, and cute pajamas I liked, then hurried home. I tossed the shopping bag in the corner of my cramped one-room apartment and flopped onto the bed.

"Haa... tried to buy just enough, but ended up with a ton. Money's running low now, fuck."

For reference, I'm unemployed. An Awakener went berserk "hunting Variants" and blew my old place to bits. Government compensation was decent, though.

If I'd had a normal job, the thought of dragging this female body to the office would've made me pass out.

At least not having to work was the one silver lining in this shitshow. But compensation's dwindling, and with the mission... headache incoming.

"What a shitshow..."

To avoid dying like a dog, I had to do that damn transformation. And the only way to get mana for it? Fuck some guy and absorb his cum.

"Fuck, this world's such bullshit. I'm a guy—whose dick am I supposed to suck and take? You crazy bastards."

Yanking my long hair in despair, I drowned in hopelessness. But to stay alive, I'd have to spread my legs for strangers—a humiliating conclusion.

If I couldn't avoid it, and my bank was emptying anyway, why not lose my virginity for cash? Might as well get paid.

Cold calculation: better to sell this body and stockpile funds than do it for free. I knew better than anyone—horny guys like my old self lose their minds over "virgin."

This body was biologically brand-new, perfect virgin pussy. I could charge top dollar. Confident, I stood with grim determination and stripped.

Lips clenched, I faced the mirror. Flawless innocent beauty—but to avoid doxxing, I angled out my face.

Instead, I framed my thighs provocatively. Tiny tits fit in one hand, but my ant-waist and alluring hips? Mouthwatering curves.

Eyes squeezed shut in shame, I snapped the pic.

Click. The shot screamed "SNS thot bait."

I downloaded a shady hookup app, attached the pic. Staring at the title blank, my fingers shook—but I gritted my teeth and typed.

Added a cute heart emoji. Nausea surged, blood rushing reverse. Done, I hurled the phone on the bed, buried under blankets.

"Fuck, what kinda hell is this..."

From pissing standing yesterday to posting virgin bait as a Magical Girl? Pathetic and tragic.

Lamenting under covers, not even a minute later—my tossed phone buzzed like crazy on the bed. The relentless vibration roared like hungry beasts eyeing my body.

Rich suckers biting already? I kicked off the blanket, grabbed it eagerly, and checked the notifications flooding the screen.

I swallowed hard and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠opened the first comments and DMs.

No polite sugar daddies—just crude trash stabbing my eyes.

That snapped the last thread of my sanity. A feral male rage buried deep inside erupted.

"You fucking bastards?"