Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: 1. The Youth Who Wet Himself
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“Umm……”
My head felt like it was splitting open, heavy as lead. How long had I been asleep?
I was definitely watching an internet broadcast yesterday...
A faint floral scent, familiar yet elusive, wafted through the room.
I took a deep breath, and the pleasant aroma seeped into my lungs, filling me with bliss.
Maybe just a little longer...
Half-asleep, half-awake.
I gathered the blanket—meant for covering—into a bundle and hugged it tight against my chest.
I was lost in the desire to melt into it completely.
The bed felt strangely unfamiliar beneath me.
Rubbing my cheek against the blanket, I could feel every single fiber, my skin hypersensitive.
“Umm……”
Beyond my hazy mind, my voice sounded an octave higher than usual, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on such trivialities.
It feels so good...
This overwhelming softness enveloping my entire body.
I was about to sink deeper into the ecstasy of sleep.
But then, barely surfacing to consciousness, a heavy pressure settled in my lower abdomen.
The utterly physiological, inevitable signal that always came upon waking.
“Bathroom……”
With half-lidded eyes, I stumbled toward the bathroom.
As always, I lifted the toilet lid with familiar motions and stood before it.
A routine I’d done without fail for over twenty years. I could do it blindfolded.
Though my pants felt a bit looser than usual today.
In my dazed state, I slid them down and took aim...
“……?”
No cheerful splash into the bowl.
Instead, a sensation hit from an unexpected direction.
Hot, wet warmth trickling down the inside of my thighs.
The tickling heat snaking down my skin to my ankles snapped me awake.
“Ah…… Aah……?”
It felt like lightning striking my spine. Sleep vanished in an instant.
What the hell is this?
I looked down. A slender—no, impossibly slender—thigh, with a warm stream pathetically dribbling to the floor.
The moment my lifelong foundation—the simple act of standing to pee—betrayed me.
My mind went blank.
I stared blankly at the liquid trailing down my legs to my feet, spreading across the cold bathroom tiles.
“………?”
Yellow puddle on the floor. Soaked pajama pants.
And in my vision, something that should have been there—always there, proving my gender—was gone.
…Vanished without a trace.
Only then did I grasp the situation.
“Wh-what?! What the hell is this?!”
A squeaky voice escaped my throat, but that wasn’t important now.
I whipped my head toward the mirror.
In an awkward stance, a stranger—a woman I’d never seen in my life—stared back.
Disheveled black hair falling to her shoulders.
Not beautiful, but objectively “cute”—the word that would spring to mind first.
A bit messy from sleep, yet even that stirred protective instincts. Her appearance was devastating.
The large eyes in the mirror gazed back at me.
Is this a dream? I pinched my cheek as hard as I could.
“Ow!”
It hurt. So much that tears welled up.
I rubbed my fingers together, tugged at my eyelids.
The woman in the mirror mimicked my every move, every expression, perfectly.
I understood.
Aha. I’ve finally lost it and started hallucinating.
My brain must have broken.
The pressure of graduating college and entering society had made it reject reality.
Yeah. That had to be it.
Otherwise, this unreal scene wouldn’t appear before me.
But it felt off. Too vivid for a hallucination.
My pajamas hung loose, shoulders slipping down; pants barely clung to my hips.
My body had shrunk. No—not shrunk. It had become a woman’s body.
I tried to assess the situation, but first things first.
Biting my lip, I turned on the shower, squatted, and sprayed the floor.
The acrid smell of urine filled the bathroom.
What am I even doing right now...?
After cleaning up, I tossed the wet pajamas and returned to my room.
I grabbed fresh pajamas and tried to calmly turn on the computer.
But my trembling hands took three tries to hit the power button.
“Ugh……”
Sitting on the chair, my feet didn’t touch the floor. Dangling toes caught my eye.
“Ha, fu-fu-fucking insane……”
I hammered the keyboard, typing queries as they came to mind.
Clack, clack, clack—
The smaller fingertips felt alien on the keys.
I kept hitting the wrong ones, backspacing more than typing.
[Mental illness feeling like a woman],
[Woke up as a woman],
[Sudden sex change],
[What if a guy turns into a woman]
Millions of results, but dismal.
Anime, web novels, degenerate forum fantasies.
No real solutions or medical info.
I hadn’t really expected any, but the lack stung a bit.
Of course not.
Biting my lip, I queried a trending high-performance AI.
[Question: Woke up as a woman. What do I do?]
The response was mocking.
[Wow! That must be shocking. Feels like being a novel or movie protagonist, right? Take a deep breath and enjoy the mirror version of yourself. If you want roleplay, I can help!]
Even the AI dismissed it as delusion or elaborate roleplay.
“Aargh! Shut up, seriously……”
My voice still felt awkward coming out.
Smooth, unobstructed tone from my throat—not bad.
No, it was my ideal voice.
Like it had never inhaled a speck of fine dust.
I’d only heard such voices through loud earphones.
“Ugh……”
Helplessness surged; I wanted to smash the monitor.
My tiny fist would make a “bonk,” not a “bam.” Pointless.
Still, I slammed the desk.
Bonk.
As expected. I hugged my knees on the chair.
My hand throbbed.
Cold air seeped through the loose pajama collar, chilling me.
The breeze brushing empty space across my body raised goosebumps.
Unthinkingly crossing my legs, the soft touch of knees meeting felt foreign.
So soft.
“……Hoo.”
I steadied my breath, forcing calm.
Okay, face it. Not a hallucination. Not a dream.
The soaked pajama pants proved it.
I kept researching on the computer, grasping at unreliable sources.
Media, delusions, web novels...
Patterns emerged for such absurd scenarios.
First: World alteration. Everyone remembers me as a woman from the start. All records and perceptions perfectly rewritten.
Second: Possession. Reincarnation. Soul in another body or world.
Third: Mutation. Body changes, surroundings unchanged.
Possession and reincarnation? No. Conditions don’t match.
This was unmistakably my familiar studio apartment. Closet full of my guy clothes. My stuff scattered around.
Only my body had changed. The room was identical to yesterday.
World alteration possible?
Then, one thing to check.
With shaking hands, I frantically rummaged the desk.
Where’s my wallet? Wallet, wallet...!
Resident Registration Card.
If the world altered and I became someone else...
It’d be different too.
Found it...!
I flipped open the black leather wallet.
Trembling fingers pulled out the card.
I squeezed my eyes shut. An atheist for the first time praying.
Please... Please...
Opening them...
[Resident Registration Card]
Name: Baek Eun-hae
011111-3xxxxxx
Date of Birth: November 11, 2001
“……Eh…?”
A dumb noise slipped out before I could stop it.
My panicked, gasping breaths sounded disgustingly cute, against my mood.
Heart pounding.
Same name. Same birthday.
ID number still ends in 3.
The small card in my hand spoke a cruel truth.
I understood it fully.
My vision went black.