I Stole the Gender-Swap Switch
I Stole the Gender-Swap Switch
"Ugh...... Ah, shit, that fucking hurts. Hey, Kang Doyoon. My back almost snapped because of you......."
Sitting on the floor holding her lower back was some unfamiliar creature.
......Who are you?
"Uh......?"
A stupid noise escaped my mouth.
The voice that just struck my ears.
It clearly had Jeong Haram's characteristic, nerve-grating, snappy intonation.
The tone was different.
Like jade beads rolling on a silver tray, it was an eerily pure, crystal-clear voice of a beautiful girl that had jumped a whole octave higher.
Freaked out by the sound coming from her own mouth, she opened her eyes wide in shock and grabbed her throat.
"What the? Why is my voice like this? Ah, ah! Ack!"
The way she squawked in flustered panic looked pretty cute. Wait, what the fuck. Cute right now?
The visual information was far more shocking than the auditory.
The skeletal frame of what was undeniably a guy, albeit a petite 168 centimeters, was nowhere to be found.
In its place was a petite girl wearing a loose gray hoodie like an oversized one-piece dress.
Shoulder lines that traced smooth curves as if artificially sculpted. Slender wrists.
Facial features that had already looked pretty-boyish were now recreated not merely as a 'pretty guy', but as a 'beautiful girl' with a perfect golden ratio.
A face truly worthy of being the number one street casting pick.
No, she had the visuals of a bona fide real-life idol center.
'......Whoa, holy shit, she's drop-dead gorgeous?'
Honestly, at this level, it's a total jackpot...
No, you crazy bastard.
Has an evil spirit invaded my brain?
That's Jeong Haram, that shitty-tempered mesugaki.
"Y-You...... You, you......."
I took a step back, pointing my finger with an expression of jaw-dropping astonishment.
Seeing my grimacing face, Haram scowled heavily.
"Wh-What's wrong? Why is your face so sour? Hey, I really feel like something's wrong with my bod— Hieek!"
Stumbling as she tried to stand up, Haram flopped forward.
Since her height had shrunk by nearly 10 centimeters, there was no way her field of vision and center of gravity would match.
In the midst of that, her loosened pants slipped helplessly past her narrowed hips with a thud.
"Holy shit!"
Two porcelain, smooth legs were dazzlingly exposed under the fluorescent lights.
Haram's face flushed bright red like a carrot.
Awkwardly clutching her dropped pants, she dashed toward the bathroom with a pale, panicked face.
"M-Mirror......!"
Slam!
The door slammed shut violently as if it might break.
Soon, a heavy silence weighed down the studio apartment.
Slumped on the floor, I blankly stared only at the closed bathroom door.
In my hand was the cheap plastic switch that had bounced away earlier, held completely intact.
Silence.
And exactly three seconds later.
"Kyaaaaaaaak-!!!"
A perfectly high-pitched scream that would make even a dolphin weep.
It was the scream of a female, drenched in fear and embarrassment, unleashed for the very first time in the twenty-year history of my childhood best friend's life.
Wait, no.
It's not like I've known that punk since birth.
It's probably been ten years.
Anyway.
Once the scream died down, suspicious noises began leaking from beyond the tightly shut door.
Seueuk, baseurak. Tuk.
'...?'
What is this sound?
Why isn't she coming right out, what is she doing?
I put myself in her shoes for a moment and thought it over carefully.
I was a guy, and now I became a girl.
Checked the face in the mirror.
Next is...?
'Ah.'
That's...... the sound of undressing. The unmistakable sound of someone stripping clothes off without hesitation.
'Just what on earth is she checking in there?'
Gulp.
I swallowed dryly.
Despite this insanely confusing situation, my rotten otaku brain unfiltered began replaying common clichés from a TS eromanga I recently read thoroughly on my monitor.
Panting before the mirror while kneading newly sprouted breasts, checking the empty down below and sticky-groping between her legs while groaning at unfamiliar sensations......!
"Haa...... You crazy bastard. Pull yourself together, Kang Doyoon."
I shook my head violently and slapped my cheeks, chulsseok-chulsseok.
Is it because I'm just a loser who stared at 2D scraps in the corner of my room?
My imagination is utterly beyond salvation.
This is why girls don't like otakus and losers.
As if stuff like that would actually happen in reality.
Besides, think about it carefully.
That is Jeong Haram wearing the mask of a beautiful girl.
No matter how much the shell turned into a beautiful girl perfectly tailored to my tastes, the inside was still that vicious Jeong Haram, wasn't it?
Such in-heat imaginations are practically a crime.
However.
— "Crazy, ah shit...... Where did mine go! Why isn't it there!"
— "Fuck, why are there tits popping out...... Are you fucking kidding me, seriously......."
Jeong Haram's mutterings continuously echoed from inside the door.
On top of that, my old apartment had terrible soundproofing.
— Seureureuk
— Sarararak
— Chalsseok!
— Haa-eut!
Which meant I could clearly hear every vivid sound of her urgently slapping and checking her own body.
Oh boy.
......You're really making me keep imagining things.
"Namu Amitabha Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva. Begone, foul demon."
After closing my eyes and praying like that for a moment.
Kki-ik―.
The bathroom door opened.
Startled, I hastily hid the red switch in my hand behind my back.
To be honest, the sight of Haram walking out the door packed an immense destructive power.
Having seemingly tossed her pants away entirely, she wore only my gray hoodie in a dizzying no-pants look.
The slender bare legs extending beneath the hemline that barely covered her thighs ensnared my gaze.
Between the widened neckline, delicate collarbones and...... soft curves that never existed before cast shadows, teasingly peeking in and out of sight.
Her face was flushed so red it looked ready to burst, and her pupils trembled finely as if an earthquake had struck.
Even so.
"Ahem. Hey. Th-This is pretty insane. Totally startled me, for real."
This irritating-to-the-bone punk tried to cling to her pride until the very end.
Straining to act nonchalant, she flashed a forced smile and thrust her hand out toward me.
"Hey, I-I'll grant you that this was a successful hidden camera prank. If you press it one more time, it goes back to normal, right? Hurry up and give me the switch."
That lighthearted, playful attitude of taking charge of the situation and looking down on me as usual.
However, the fingertips she stretched out were quivering like an aspen leaf.
Faking composure with a girl's voice pitched up to the maximum made her look strangely pathetic and precarious.
"......."
Instead of handing over the switch, I slowly rose from my seat.
My mind began to race.
What entered my vision was a pitiful gaze looking up at me, having become a whole span shorter than me.
Unfamiliar shoulder lines trembling faintly beneath the baggy hoodie.
And gripped behind my back, the sole control to revert everything.
'Just hand this over?'
A click resonated in my head as a gear engaged and turned.
The punk who always treated me like a punching bag and held the upper hand.
That triumphant arrogance that ridiculed my lameness and trampled on my daily life as she pleased.
Yet right now, she was nothing more than a completely defenseless female awaiting my sole disposal.
The corners of my mouth curled up into a twisted smirk of their own accord.
A very nasty, greasy smile that the usual me could never make.
"Uh......?"
Seeing my smile, Haram's expression instantly froze cold.
It felt as if I could hear cracks spider-webbing across the relaxed mask she had forced on.
The defensive instinct of a herbivore kicked in.
"Hey, what's with your face? Are you kidding me? Give it to me, fast."
Anxiety dripped from her voice.
A sight unseen in ten years. Jeong Haram, completely fearing me and walking on eggshells around me.
This is, quite...... thrilling?
No, it's fucking fun.
I brought out the switch hidden behind my back and flicked it casually with my fingers for her to see.
"Give it back?"
I took a step toward her.
Flinching, Haram took a step back on her bare feet.
"Says who."
"A-Are you crazy?! Give it back right now?!"
She shrieked at the top of her lungs.
However, that squawking in a girl's high-pitched voice was closer to throwing a tantrum than a threat.
I taunted her, waving the hand holding the switch gently right in front of her nose.
Haram's large pupils rolled urgently along the trajectory of the switch as if hypnotized.
She reached out to snatch it, but I lightly pulled my hand upward, thwarting her attempt.
No matter how much she stood on tiptoe, her height—which had already shrunk—was now even smaller.
Not a chance she'd reach it.
"Ah! Give it! Give it to me, you crazy bastard!"
"Uh-uh, tsk. That attitude for asking a favor is totally rotten."
Feigning a stern expression, I looked down on her from above.
Looking down from above made the destructive power even more staggering.
Pale bare skin visible through the gap of the hoodie. Cheeks flushed red with an emotion that was either anger or shame.
And teary eyes looking up at me.
"Y-You really wanna die?! If you don't give it back right now, I'll tell your parents everything! I'll report you to the police!"
Threats poured out in frantic desperation.
I snorted.
"The police? What are you gonna report? 'Officer, my friend won't give back the Gender Transformation Switch, so I turned into a beautiful girl'?"
"......."
"Ah, should I connect you directly to the mental hospital?"
"......!"
Haram was struck dumb.
Her mouth just opened and closed like a fish.
It seemed her clever brain had finished scanning just how absurd and hopeless her situation was.
"Th-Then...... Then what am I supposed to do! You want me to live like this forever?!"
In the end, a thick teardrop rolled from her eyes and dropped with a plop.
The tears of someone who always pretended to be cool, who always acted like the top dog.
From deep within my chest, an unidentified desire for dominance whispered sweetly.
"Forever? Aw, no way I'd be that heartless. We're ten-year childhood buddies, after all."