Ah, My Dick's Gone
Ah, my dick's gone. That day was an utterly ordinary Saturday in May. After a long time without setting an alarm, I slept in late and woke up to the morning sunlight streaming through the window, stretching languidly in bed.
"Ughhh... morning already...?"
As I yawned and stretched, ready to kick off a leisurely weekend, something felt off. My shoulders felt unusually heavy today, and my chest seemed to sag with weight. Sure, as a retaker, shoulder pain was a constant debuff that followed me around, but this felt different.
"Ow, shit, what's up with my shoulders? Maybe I should slap on some pain relief patches..."
At first, I figured my shoulders had finally given out and thought about grabbing some patches. But as I casually glanced down to check my body, that thought vanished from my mind in an instant.
"What the fuck...? A glitch?"
There was an unfamiliar lump protruding from my chest. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I'd seen wrong, but no—even after blinking hard, it was definitely attached to my chest. I bolted upright and rushed to the mirror.
A stranger—a woman I'd never seen before—stood in the reflection. A sharp jawline, much larger eyes than before, wavy bob hair falling to her shoulders. Sure, faint traces of my old facial contours lingered, but this was unmistakably someone else.
"...Who are you?"
With trembling hands, I touched my face. The skin was impossibly smooth and firm, like something out of a TV ad—objectively pretty. And then... my gaze drifted downward, revealing an unbelievable sight once more.
There were breasts. And not just any—they were perky and full. Dazed, I reached out and grabbed one. It was ridiculously huge; one hand couldn't even fully grasp it.
"Fucking huge... wait, what the hell is this?!"
In full panic, I examined my entire body. My waist had slimmed down, and my hips... yeah, they definitely had more volume now. And just to be sure, I slipped a hand into my pants—plunging into despair.
"F-fuck, my dick... it's gone."
The one faithful companion through my grueling retaker days had vanished. Even as I cut out games and booze to focus on studying, that guy had always been there with me. Shocked, I stared at my reflection again and pinched my arm hard.
Maybe if this was a dream, that would wake me up.
"Ow...!"
It hurt. The sharp pain, just like pinching my cheek, proved this was no dream. How the hell did this happen? Lost in confusion, unsure what to do, that's when—
"Hey, Seo-jin. Still not up? Lying around like it's the end of the world just 'cause it's the weekend."
"Mom, wait—!"
The door flew open, and Mom barged in. I froze solid, too stunned to even snap at her for not knocking. How do I explain this?
I thought maybe I'd play it off with some humor, force a laugh and toss out a joke, but...
"...S-Seo-jin?"
"Mom, I think I've turned into a girl..."
Thud.
"Mom!!"
Mom collapsed, and my attempt at humor died in my throat without ever seeing the light of day.
"Heh heh... Cases like this are so rare, this is my first time seeing one in person..."
"Doctor, will my son... no, daughter be okay?"
"Don't worry. There's no health issue. It's just a gender change—nothing to fret over."
We rushed Mom—who'd fainted—to University Hospital nearby, and finally got a proper checkup. Apparently, it was a Gender Transformation Disease, one of the rarest conditions worldwide with only single-digit cases. Luckily, my body was fine; it was just a complete physical shift from male to female. No one knew why it happened to me, given how few cases there were globally. At least it wasn't fatal—just son turned daughter—and my family accepted it with relief.
"Sigh, who knows how this happened."
"It's fine, Mom. The doc said my body's okay."
"I always wished for a daughter, but I never imagined it'd come true like this."
"Hey, wish granted—happy now, Mom?"
Smack!
"Yowch!"
"You little punk... er, rascal. Less weird talk, more studying."
"Mom, aren't you accepting this way too fast?"
"It's not life-threatening, and you're still our Seo-jin. Boy or girl, I love you either way."
Mom really was quick to adapt. Anyway, all the formalities were sorted. My resident registration number would change from a 3 to a 4, and all the paperwork would wrap up in a month. Best part: the military got auto-notified, so exemption was automatic. I whooped and jumped around in joy—until Mom smacked me again. That's our little secret.
"Phew, but what about Retaker's Academy..."
Most issues were resolved, but the biggest remaining one was human relationships. Before turning female, I, Seo-jin Lee, was a guy who'd just turned 20. Fresh out of high school, I should've headed to university, but I botched the CSAT by bubbling the OMR sheet wrong and ended up retaking. I tanked interviews to avoid regular admission scams—regretted that too late. So, off to Retaker's Academy. My high school friends all went to college, so contact naturally faded. We hung out a bit at first, but seeing them live the uni life while I was stuck as a retaker made it awkward. Now, my only connections were family, academy teachers, and the friends I made there.
How do I explain to them that plain old guy Seo-jin turned into a girl overnight?
"Eh, whatever. It'll work out somehow!"
After agonizing briefly, I decided not to overthink—just face it head-on. No reason to quit the academy I'd been attending fine, and hiding my change wasn't feasible. Sometimes, charging straight in is the answer. With that resolve, I headed to Retaker's Academy, pondering how to break the news—unaware of the consequences that choice would bring.
"Mom, heading to the academy."
"Okay, my girl. Have fun~."
Monday morning rolled around, and I grabbed my bag and left like any other day. One last mirror check before heading out—still felt alien. Mom insisted girls need to take care of their bodies and bought me underwear that was way more hassle than expected. The bra's underwire dug into my ribs, and the straps bit into my shoulders from the unfamiliar weight. Especially with my massive chest—one hand couldn't even cup it fully—the heavy sway with every step made my head spin.
Being big sucks too... How do girls lug this around all day?
Lost in such thoughts, I arrived at Retaker's Academy before I knew it. Here we go. I took a deep breath, slapped my cheeks to steel myself, and gripped my nerves tight.
First, I slipped naturally into the building and explained my situation to the teacher. He didn't recognize me at first, but showing my ID and hospital diagnosis did the trick—he looked shocked.
"Oh, really? So you just... turned into a girl overnight?"
"Yes, sir. That's what happened."
"Well... first time for me too. Kinda thrown off."
"Same here, sir. Totally thrown."
"Anything I need to handle specially?"
Special handling? Nah, nothing really. It wasn't high school or a dorm academy—just attend as usual. No gender segregation here, so treat me normal. I told him no special treatment needed, and he said fine, go to class.
Great, teacher side sorted clean. Next: the friends at Retaker's Academy. That was the real hurdle. Sure, it's a cram spot for uni entrance, so focus is on studying over socializing, but I did make a couple buddies to eat and chat with. Problem? They weren't easy types.
"Haa... what do I even say to those two."
I sighed, entered the lecture hall, and took my seat. Lectures rotate rooms, so no assigned spots, but I had my de facto one: cozy back corner. No eyes on your back—prime real estate, weirdly. No one else ever sat there except me. Simple reason, though.
My "friends."
"Hey, who're you? This seat's taken."
"Oh, sweetie? Looks like you grabbed the wrong spot. Mind moving?"
"Owner's not here yet, but she's a total bitch—gonna flip out big time."
"Seo-jin's got such a temper~ We can't even rein her in. Failed last week's mock exam bad—probably extra pissed."
Delinquent girls through and through. Ye-eun Seo and Hye-won Kang—the two I ate, studied, and hung with—were straight-up iljinnyeo, the badass types everyone whispers about. They didn't beat anyone up or extort cash, but their aura kept folks at bay.
I wasn't a top student in high school, nor a thug, but I ended up with them over something trivial. A few months back, some guys were hitting on them crudely; I stepped in, told 'em to chill. It was noisy, and I hated thugs disrupting the academy—spur-of-the-moment thing. If I'd known they were the real delinquents, I wouldn't have bothered. Afterward, they found my reactions hilarious and started dragging me around. We became a trio. Felt more like their pet than friends, but it wasn't bad. They treated me to meals, we clicked on convos, and having company warded off loneliness.
Still, those bitches were ribbing me hard. Yeah, I bombed last week's mock, but I wasn't the type to pick on others like them. No time for bickering, though—bigger fish to fry. I sighed and cut to the chase.
"You two can't even recognize me?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"It's me, Seo-jin."
"...What?"
Hye-won’s eyes went wide in shock. Arms crossed, gum-chewing, she scanned me top to bottom. Then she smirked and glared.
"Fucking spot-on resemblance. So, little sis?"
"Did Seo-jin have a sister? Damn, she's cute though~."
"Hey, tell your bro: not April Fool's—pull this shit and he's fucked."
"Seo-jin's such a prankster. Didn't know he pulled stunts like this. Anyway, spill the truth already~."
"Hah, knew you crazy bitches wouldn't believe me."
I sighed, pulling out my prep: ID to prove it's me, docs for the situation, even stuff they'd given me. Might not convince 'em, so I went nuclear.
"Hey, that first time we drank together."
"What, bro spilled that too...?"
"Truth or dare, when I said I got caught by family... watching porn. Remember?"
"...Huh?"
"Genre was probably intense, right?"
Spilling that black history from our drunken night flipped their reactions instantly. Hye-won nearly swallowed her gum, mouth agape; Ye-eun narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. No sane sibling shares that for a prank.
"Seo-jin... for real?"
"Yeah, you bitches. It's me."
"But why... hair grown out, voice all girly..."
"And those tits got huge~?"
"Hah, well, about that..."
Now they believed; I spilled everything. Overnight girl transformation, rare disease—the short version with all key points. They nodded.
And then.
"Puhahaha! No way... that Seo-jin turned into a girl?!"
"Don't shout, you psycho!"
"Whoa, Seo-jin really ditched her dick? Always whining 'fucked, fucked,' and now she actually detached it."
"I said don't shout, you psycho!!!"
"Easy, Hye-won—voice too loud. But yeah, dick's gone for real, huh, Seo-jin?"
"You too, bitch—just shut up..."
Classic response from those two. Seeing them so thrilled made me uneasy for no reason. Visions of torment at their hands flashed in my mind. Just my imagination. Please be.