The Guy Who Returned as a Woman
The guy who'd been a man came back as a woman. The busiest day of the year for motels. The day more sex happens worldwide than any other. Christmas Eve. The stray dogs still prowling without a mate finally hit the entertainment district as a last resort. That's where... I reunited with the guys after several years.
A noraebang buzzing with booze and songs. Voice Queen Room 3. A cramped, sealed space. The table overflowing with drinks. Beats pounding like they could shred your eardrums. But what left my mind in a haze wasn't the music—it was the scorching gazes of my four friends encircling me.
Guys I'd once slung arms around without a second thought, sweating it out on the basketball court together. Now their eyes raked over my entire body like those of starved beasts.
"You... you're really Kang Yeon-woo? Fuck, no matter how I look at it, you're just a pussy."
Pig Do-yoon's blatantly crude word choice. Shame burned so hot tears pricked my eyes. But... I couldn't deny it.
Off-shoulder top baring my shoulders and cleavage. A miniskirt so short my panties might peek out. My current getup? Even I had to admit it screamed bitch in heat.
"Fuck... those tits are insane."
Do-yoon's voice trembled. I knew exactly what that quiver meant—I'd been a guy once too. Pure, 100% lust. His pants were probably at full mast already.
"Yeon-woo, did you get sex reassignment surgery?"
"Ah... ah... n-no... it's not that... Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia... ah... no, explaining it would take a while."
"Yeah, it'd be long. Fucking epic long. Even a grand historical drama's fine—spill it all!!"
Excited, Do-yoon thrust his head forward, face like a hog in rut, ready to bury it in my chest. His booze-and-smoke breath reeked.
If those lips touch my skin, I'm done—suicide. Right then, a mad tingle shot through my thighs. My body was reacting. I was losing it.
"Enough. If it's uncomfortable, you don't have to say."
"Jung-seok... but..."
"You know Yeon-woo's personality. If she wants to say it, she'll do it herself, no matter how long it takes."
As expected of Park Jung-seok. The friend who knew me better than most. The class president and model student. With him, the group's de facto leader, saying that, everyone clammed up despite their curiosity.
Park Jung-seok, the model student class pres. Kang Min-woo from the same PE class. The pervert seatmate Lee Ji-hoon. Fat, timid Park Do-yoon. And me, the shortest and quietest in class. The five of us had been high school classmates.
"You dropped out outta nowhere, cut off all contact—even rumors you died circulated... Glad you're alive and we could meet like this."
"Uh... yeah..."
Jung-seok held out his glass. Everyone's glasses clinked awkwardly.
"Cheers~!"
-Splash~!
The glasses shook. So did my breasts.
"Whoa... fuck~! That tit jiggle is killer."
Who the hell just said that?! I reflexively clutched my chest, but the room was already thick with raw lust.
Ji-hoon, who'd been sitting beside me, staring holes into my thighs instead of my face from earlier, spoke up expressionlessly.
"Yeon-woo. I want to touch your thighs."
Jung-seok spat out his beer. Min-woo's jaw dropped. Me? I was on the verge of passing out.
"Ji... Ji-hoon, why say that between friends~? Even if I'm a girl now... I was the guy you knew."
"Yeah. Still want to touch."
"No... I mean. I'm Kang Yeon-woo, the guy. My ID's still male."
"Want to touch."
"Lee Ji-hoon!!"
"Thighs... want to touch."
"...Ji-hoon."
"Touch?"
I missed the moment to shut down his dogged plea. Looked like he'd beg all night if I didn't give in. Perverted bastard anyway...
"Th...then..."
-Grab~!!
Ji-hoon's rough, massive hand seized my bare thigh under the skirt. His hand moved before my permission.
"Hahk?!!"
A moan slipped out unbidden. It wasn't just contact. His palm burned hot. His fingertips dug into the soft inner flesh of my thigh, kneading viciously.
"...Gonna get hard."
Ji-hoon's assessment was blunt. Eyes closed, he kept toying with my thigh. Impatient, Min-woo prodded.
"Feels like a real girl's? For real?"
"Incredibly soft. This spot's just like tit flesh. Though I've never actually touched breasts, of course."
With every embarrassing critique from Ji-hoon, my face heated to beet red.
-Gulp!
Someone's loud swallow echoed. No time to check who. I twisted, grabbed his hand to push away, but I couldn't match a man's strength.
-Fondle, fondle~!
"Huaaang~!!"
The rough touch climbed inner thigh, boldly venturing deeper into hypersensitive territory. My body jerked like it was electrocuted.
"Whoa. This part... so plump."
"Haang~!♥"
His hand slipped inside my skirt. Not my thigh anymore. He'd touched... somewhere else. A coquettish moan escaped despite myself.
"Ji... Ji-hoon~ stop!!"
"It's fine. Just a bit more."
The instant his fingers tried slipping into my panties—
"Hey! Lee Ji-hoon! Cut it out!!"
Jung-seok's bellow made Ji-hoon raise both hands calmly.
"Yeah. Was gonna stop around here anyway."
But his eyes still snuck peeks at my thighs.
"Y-you perverted fuck!!"
Do-yoon surged up late, fuming. Min-woo rushed to calm him.
"Hey hey, everyone chill. Just messing around like friends do."
"Friends? You call that friend shit?! Damn it!"
Min-woo tried to defuse, but excitement laced his voice too.
Men's room. Do-yoon splashed water on his face, huffing. Cold hit his skin. Unexplained rage at Ji-hoon. Messed-up feelings for Yeon-woo. None of it settled easy.
Jung-seok and Ji-hoon entered. Jung-seok patted Do-yoon's shoulder reassuringly.
"Hey, Park Do-yoon. Calm down. This guy's always been off, you know that?"
"St-st-still! How do you ask a friend something like that?!"
Ji-hoon fussed with his hair in the mirror. Even among friends, he cared about looks.
"Yeon-woo's figure, no joke, right? Be real—you guys popped tents too."
Ji-hoon's frank words. Jung-seok gave a wry smile. Do-yoon flipped him the bird.
Jung-seok finished up first and reached the room door. The small window at the entrance. Peering through, his body went rigid.
Min-woo, left alone inside with Yeon-woo, was groping her breasts.
The second the other guys left, Min-woo's eyes shifted. He glued himself to me, groping my tits outright.
"Ah... Mi... Min-woo!"
"This is my first time touching girl's tits."
"Gi... girl? You see me as a girl?"
"Duh. Earlier when Ji-hoon touched your thigh, I nearly died horny."
"..."
"Tits from surgery? Back in high school, they were kinda big for your build—thought it was gynecomastia. Now the size is totally different. Silicone implants?"
"Ah... no... hey. It... just suddenly got bigger. No surgery at all..."
"Real disease? Like, turn-into-a-woman disease? That exist?"
"Tha... that's... op... opposite... hng!!"
"Don't care. Doesn't matter. Lemme touch more."
Min-woo's hands were relentless. Fingers sank deep as he kneaded my breasts. Pressed the nipple, rolled it, gave it a light twist.
"Hng!! Sto... stop. Min-woo, please!"
"Yell loud, bathroom'll hear."
"Th... then."
"Can't hold back. Gonna suck the nipple."
"What?! You're crazy?!"
"Bite it too?"
"Ah... no, neither~! Obviously not."
"Won't wear out. It's fine."
"No~ I said I hate it!!"
"Then, just front teeth lightly~ I'll nibble."
I shoved with both hands as hard as I could, but it was no use. Finally, Min-woo's face headed for my nipple. Tears welled in my eyes... drool dripped from his mouth any second.
"Jung-seok, you coming in or what?"
A loud voice from outside the door. Min-woo and I whipped toward it. Through the little window, Jung-seok stared right at us.
"Ah~ damn~"
"??"
Lucky break. Now even Min-woo would stop...
-Slurp!!
"Haak~?!!!"
Min-woo's mouth sucked my nipple in a flash.
The friends from the bathroom were all back. My body was already slick with Min-woo's saliva and my own sweat. Jung-seok, who'd seen it all, stood frozen. Min-woo and Do-yoon seemed to pick up on the charged vibe too.
"Yeon-woo, that sudden high school dropout, ghosting all our contacts... that's when your body started changing?"
Jung-seok tried steering the topic. But things under the table were even more outrageous. Min-woo on my left, Ji-hoon on my right. Min-woo's hand on my ass... Ji-hoon's delving into my skirt.
"Uh... yeah... ac... actually, my body started changing before then... but the breasts... the breasts... got too hard to hide..."
Hard to keep talking. Ji-hoon's fingers relentlessly rubbed my sensitive nub through the soaked fabric.
"Ah, ung~!! You guys been well?"
Managed to stifle the moan. But my quivering shoulders and dilated pupils were beyond hiding.
"...With the perennial top student gone, I snagged first in school for once. Now K-University econ on scholarship."
"Ri... right... And Do-yoon?"
Do-yoon across from me was flushed beet red. He'd noticed my violation.
"Me... army... just got out."
"Th... tha... that so? Ah?!!"
Ji-hoon's middle finger shoved the panty crotch aside. Finally, he touched my hot, dripping folds directly.
"Ji, Ji-hoon..???"
Whimpering, I clutched Ji-hoon's sleeve. He casually chugged his beer, like nothing was happening. Utter calm.
I clung to his shoulder, pleading desperately.
"Ji-hoon... no... now... stop..."
He drained the beer and stared at me blankly.
"Yeon-woo."
"Uh... yeah?!"
"Let's have sex."