I Became a Girl!!
My mother was the captain of the royal knights. My father died in an accident when I was young, so Mom raised me all by herself. But with the high salary that came with her position, she gave me a very comfortable life.
By the time I reached adulthood and several years had passed, Mom was gone. The cause was overwork. The royal family admitted they had placed too heavy a burden on the knight captain and promised to pay me—her daughter—a massive sum. Three hundred thousand Rus immediately, plus a thousand Rus every month for the rest of my life. It was more money than anyone could possibly spend even if they lazed around forever. I wasn’t about to forgive them for working my mother to death, but I saw no reason to refuse what they offered.
After receiving that enormous payment from the royal family and inheriting Mom’s estate, I became… unimaginably wealthy. So I closed the little flower shop I’d been running in the capital’s bustling district. Feeling I needed peace of mind, I bought the largest, most luxurious house in a quiet little village on the outskirts and began living there. The scenery was beautiful, the air was fresh, there weren’t many people, and it was peaceful. Occasionally a cute little animal like a rabbit or a cat would hop by. It was clean and tranquil—the perfect place to heal the sorrow of losing my only remaining family, my mother, who had been my sole support. I settled down in that small village.
“Hello! You must be the new neighbor, right?”
And that was when I met Zwell. He was twenty at the time. The most lovable person in the world. The most handsome. The kindest. My current boyfriend. My ideal type… No, he would be everyone’s ideal type. I fell for him the moment I saw him and used every trick I could think of to seduce him. I asked him out, gave him gifts, wore revealing clothes, and finally charged straight in with a confession.
“I… I like you too, Serwen…”
The result was a resounding success. When Zwell shyly blushed and accepted my confession, I was so happy it felt like the entire world had become mine.
The moment we started dating, I dragged Zwell straight to my house and we began living together. The place he used to live had far too many risks. There was an old woman and her gloomy daughter. Especially that gloomy daughter—it was obvious at a glance that she was in love with Zwell.
Zwell, like me, had no parents. When he was little, he had begged them to take him on a trip to the capital. His parents scraped together what little money they could and granted his wish… only for both of them to be killed by a carriage. That’s why Zwell has such low self-esteem and is so timid, always watching other people’s moods. He blames himself for his parents’ deaths.
After his parents passed, the old woman who lived next door took him in and raised him. The small house he had shared with his parents was auctioned off, and another family moved in. Their daughter’s name was Betty… Fleetree, I think. That family later moved to the capital a few years ago, so the house is empty again now.
Sometimes Zwell talks about that Betty girl I’ve never even met, and it makes me jealous. But no matter what, Zwell is mine.
…Anyway, Zwell is so fragile, so delicate, and therefore so incredibly lovable. My boyfriend whom I must protect. My boyfriend whom I love. My boyfriend whom I must make completely, utterly mine.
To do that… marriage is essential.
“Uhu hu…”
I walked along the trail beside the house, wearing a wicked smile.
“Zwell really is too pure for his own good…”
I had already considered the possibility that he might reject my proposal. It made sense; he always felt guilty about living in my house and enjoying a comfortable life without contributing anything.
“Sis, can I really keep living like this?”
“I feel so bad for you… I want to go out, find a job, and at least earn some money.”
He often said things like that. Sure enough, this time he said something similar and turned down my proposal. There was a way to turn that rejection into acceptance. All I had to do was put on a serious face, mix in a little gaslighting, and fluster him. Then my pure, kind Zwell would have no choice but to accept so he wouldn’t be hated by me.
“Hmm… Shall I head back inside now?”
I had loitered outside for about three hours. That was plenty of time to make his heart ache. Zwell was probably inside crying. With such a tender heart, my lovable Zwell had always been quick to tears.
I wanted to see him come running the moment I stepped through the door, sobbing and clinging to me, apologizing over and over. Hoo… hoo…♡ Just imagining it made me wet.
“Maybe I should take care of this before I go in…”
The moment I entered, Zwell would accept my proposal. We would slip rings onto each other’s left ring fingers, and then… intensely… uhu hu… But first, I would warm up my pussy so I could take him right away.
I opened the yard gate and stepped inside. Sitting on the bench in the garden, I carefully slid my bottoms and panties down. The wall was high, so there was no chance of being seen. It was safe.
A sticky strand stretched between my panties and my soaked folds before snapping. The cold air kissed my drenched pussy, sending shivers through me. I rubbed my clit with two fingers, then cautiously pushed one finger into my entrance. Imagining it was Zwell’s finger made my hips tremble. When I added a second finger, my womb throbbed hard.
“Hoo… hooaa♡ Zwell’s cock…♡”
I moved my fingers carefully in and out. My own small, slender fingers could never replicate the way Zwell’s huge thing stretched me so full it felt like my womb would break.
My pussy squeezed my fingers desperately, as if trying to milk them.
“Zweell… I love youuu♡ Hoo…♡”
My inner walls convulsed, but I kept pumping my fingers.
“I… only need Zwell…♡ Hoo… heuk… haaat…♡”
Splurt♡ Zblubblub♡ Imagining Zwell’s finger wearing the wedding ring I gave him pushed me over the edge. I came hard without meaning to.
“Hoo… hoo… The second I get inside, I’m going to beg him to fuck me right away…♡”
My fingers alone could never satisfy me anymore. My pussy had been completely trained by Zwell. Nothing but his thick, hot cock would do. Hoo♡ I could feel my lower belly trembling with anticipation.
Knowing Zwell, he would probably worry about hurting me and try to caress me first. From our very first time until now, he has always been so gentle. He always thinks of me, always worries that it might hurt. Even though it never hurts at all and feels so good I could lose my mind, before he enters me he always uses those beautiful, thick, long fingers of his… hoo… hoo…♡ He refuses to let me suck him because he says his is dirty, yet he happily uses his mouth on me without hesitation. So kind… hooot…♡
I was already touching myself again. And even during penetration, he never just pounds away. Right after sliding in, he moves so carefully, only using the head at first, gently stirring just inside my entrance so it won’t hurt. The way I can feel how much he’s thinking of me makes me melt completely. Zwell probably has no idea.
Before I knew it, I had three fingers inside. Thinking of them as Zwell’s cock…
“Heuk… huk… heeek…♡”
And another adorable thing is that when Zwell licks me, even if I cover his whole face with my dirty juices, he just smiles brightly and says, “Sis’s isn’t dirty at all! It’s fine!”
“Aah… at!♡ Auuu…♡”
It felt like my brain was turning into mush.
“Zwell… Zweell♡♡ Please accept… my proposal…♡”
Imagining Zwell fingering my pussy with the finger that now wore the wedding ring I gave him made me—
Tszpuuuut—!♡ Jururut— Byuut♡
I came even harder than before.
“Heget…♡ Hoou♡”
The orgasm was so intense my mind went completely blank.
“Hoo… hee…♡”
It took me several minutes to catch my breath.
“O-okay… Now I really am going inside.”
Leaving the drenched bench behind, I pulled my underwear and bottoms back up and walked to the house. I threw the door open.
“Zwell, I’m home.”
Huh. I had expected him to come running the moment I arrived, begging and pleading. But it was quiet.
“Zwell? Where are you?”
When there was no sign of him, I began to panic. He was supposed to greet me with “Sis…! I’m sorry!” Why did the house feel so… empty?
“Zwell…?”
No answer. Was he asleep? I checked the master bedroom, but he wasn’t there. A chill ran down my spine. What if Zwell had been so disappointed in me that he left the house? My mind began spinning out the worst possible scenarios.
What if Zwell asked to break up? What if I could never see him again? If he was deeply hurt by the gaslighting…
“Zwell… Zwell?! Where are you?”
I started running through the house in a frenzy. He was nowhere. Why? Why? Why?
“Zwell… S-stop joking around… Come out, okay? Where did you go?”
I kept rushing from room to room in a full panic until, just as despair began to set in, I spotted a single foot sticking out from under the curtain in the master bedroom. Only then did I see it—the silhouette of a trembling human shape behind the curtain, as if terrified of being discovered by me.
“Zwell…?”
I hurried over and yanked the curtain aside.
“…?!”
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Yes, I know it makes no sense. Normally, if I found an unfamiliar woman hiding in my house, I should have been suspicious first. But she wasn’t unfamiliar. At a single glance, I knew it was Zwell. The black hair, the black eyes. Those lovable eyes looking up at me. Zwell has no sisters. So was this an illusion? A hallucination born from how desperately I wanted to see him?
“S-Sis…”
Ah, what a pretty voice.
“Zw-Zwell…? Is that really you, Zwell…?”
“I… I want to believe this is a dream. I woke up and suddenly… I’d become a woman…”
He used to be taller than me. Now he was smaller—much smaller, dainty and delicate. His breasts were even larger than mine. His face… just looking at it made me feel dizzy. He was prettier than any woman I had ever seen. How… how could he be this lovable?
“S-Sis, I… I don’t know what to do… heuk… hoo heuk…”
Even the way he shed those big, fat tears was adorable.
“I-It’s okay… It’s okay, Zwell.”
Was this some kind of illness? A disease that changes someone’s sex? I had never heard of anything like it.
“Sis… I’m so scared… hooek… heuk… hoo heuk…”
I pulled the now petite and adorable Zwell into my arms and held him tight.
“It’s okay. We can turn it back. It’s okay… right?”
But… normally, if your boyfriend suddenly turned into a woman, you should feel bewildered. So why… was my heart pounding this hard?