I'm Going to Fix This Bastard
(Park Areum)
Shin Down, who'd been trembling and shaking just moments before, had fallen into what looked like a dead sleep.
"Haa…"
I looked down at my body and let out another sigh, as if seeing it for the first time. Then I pressed a hand to my forehead, forced once more to accept that this absurd situation was real.
"…You bastard."
The memory was still crystal clear. The thick, massive length of Shin Down's cock shoving its way up into me—the thought of that thing tearing through me with a horrible, wet ripping sound rose up again, and heat flooded my body so hard my teeth ground together.
He hadn't always been this much of a piece of trash. I could swear to that after more than a decade together. But the fact that the Shin Down of right now was pure garbage, start to finish, somehow made my chest go tight and tingly in a way I didn't like.
"Haa… this fucking bastard…"
Even now, the pain from back then seemed to linger. I shuddered without meaning to.
"Hnnngh…"
I'd figured this little shit would eventually learn how to act like a human being once enough time passed. Instead he only seemed to be getting worse. It felt like it was all because his mom and dad had spoiled him rotten, that this whole mess had come from that—and for a second I almost resented them for it.
And now, even if I felt a little bad toward his parents… I was going to fix this fucking bastard.
If I didn't do it now, the chance would be gone forever. At the very least, I was going to make him into something that could pass for a person.
"Hey, you little shit. If you're gonna sleep, wash up first."
(Shin Down)
It had been like a dream.
I'd mixed bodies with Park Areum in the filthiest way possible, and then—abruptly—our bodies, or maybe our souls, had swapped. The first part was one thing. The second was something that simply could not happen in reality.
So, fuck… it absolutely should have been a dream. But when I opened my eyes again, I was forced to face the fact that this was a nightmare of a reality, and now I had no choice but to accept it.
"Hey. You awake?"
"Ah… yeah."
"There's clothes over there, put them on already. They called and said we have to check out by one."
I'd closed my eyes for a bit, but the exhaustion hadn't gone anywhere. And that bitch Areum was wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie I'd never seen before—where the hell had she even gotten those?
My eyes drifted to the digital clock on the vanity. It was a little past noon.
"…How'd you buy that?"
"Haa. Just put the damn clothes on."
I'd only been curious how she'd managed to get clothes when we had nothing to wear. The answer that came back was ice-cold. It was so frosty I shut my mouth rather than push for an explanation.
"……Ah."
Following her orders, I pulled the so-called clothes out of the plastic bag sitting beside me. And then—what the hell was this floaty little dress, and what the hell was this gaudy red set of underwear that looked like it came straight out of a thrift-store bargain bin?
"Y-you want me to put this on right now?"
"Yeah. Don't like it, walk around buck naked."
"No, no—I mean, this is a dress, isn't it?"
"Yeah?"
"So you're telling me to wear a dress?"
"Jesus fucking Christ, you talk too much. Look, I grabbed this shit at the market nearby, so what do you want me to do? This is not the time to be picky about style. Just throw something on until we get home, okay? I had to swallow my pride and beg the owner to go buy this for me, and now you're saying you don't like it? You want me to go exchange it?"
Even so, this was too much. There was no real reason I had to put on women's underwear and a women's outfit right this second.
"Or what, should I fucking wear it? You wanna switch?"
"Hey… I'm really sorry, but can we switch?"
"Ha. Unbelievable."
Areum let out a hollow laugh and shot up from the sofa. She strode right up to me and started peeling off her clothes one piece at a time.
"There. Happy?"
The clothes landed next to me, and then she stripped off even the loose boxer briefs she was wearing and tossed those at me too.
"…Yeah."
"Heh. I'm fine with it, honestly. But if I walk around like this and someone takes a picture, don't come crying to me."
That bitch Areum held the dress up against her body. The second I saw it, I felt like I was going to throw up.
"Haa… you should've just asked them to grab any pants and a top from the start… how the hell am I supposed to wear this…"
"The guy who passed out snoring is real fucking chatty. Then go ask them yourself."
"…Can't you just go one more time?"
"No? I'm wearing this, I said."
"Th-then I'll wear this and go buy something. J-just wait a little."
"I said no. Either you put this on, or I do."
And that bitch really did start shoving her head through the open neck of the dress, like she meant it. To me it looked like nothing but pure spite.
"N-no! No—haaaa… fine, I'll wear it."
"…Stop being a pain in the ass. Back and forth like a goddamn toddler."
Thwap—
The market-stall dress dropped onto my head. The cheap fabric rasped against my face, scratchy and rough.
"Haaaaa……"
I let out a sigh like the ground was about to swallow me and got to my feet. Even so, I did not want to see what "I" looked like in this thing. I glanced once at the tacky underwear, then whipped my head away and pulled the dress on over myself.
"Hey. You're not putting on the underwear?"
"…Nah."
Before she could start spouting more nonsense, I shoved my arms through the dress and settled it over my body. The size was a little roomy, so it didn't feel bad to wear. No—if anything, it felt like I wasn't wearing anything at all, like I was just standing there naked.
As long as I could tough it out until we got home, this would be fine. That thought crossed my mind for a second.
"You know it's gonna be fucking miserable without underwear."
"…No. It's f-fine. Comfortable."
This was a matter of male pride. Could I really put something like this tacky bra—or a pair of women's panties I'd never once imagined on my own body—onto a man's body? My compromise stopped at the dress.
"Here. Socks."
"Ah, yeah."
I crumpled the socks she handed me and shoved my feet into them. They were the kind of cute character-print socks I'd only worn as a kid.
"If you're done, let's go already."
Yesterday's rain-soaked clothes seemed to be stuffed into the bag in Areum's hand. I looked at the bra-and-panty set still on the bed, hesitated for a second, then quickly scooped them back into the bag and started to follow her.
"Ugh—haah…"
But I hadn't even taken a few steps before I clutched my chest.
"What?"
"N-no… here—ngh—it's rubbing and it hurts so much…"
Maybe it was the cheap fabric. My nipples started scraping against the cloth, and goosebumps prickled up as the skin around them went rough and raised.
"Ha. That's what you get for not putting on the underwear. You said it was comfortable."
"It is comfortable, but—ahh…"
The way the dress dragged over my nipples burned worse than I'd imagined. Every time bare skin brushed them, they went hard and stiff and I couldn't stop noticing them.
"I-if I do this, it's okay."
I pulled the front of the dress out away from my chest and tried to walk again—only now the view down the front was way too open.
"You can see everything inside. Put your hands down. If you're gonna do that, just take it off and walk around bare."
"No, it hurts too much if I don't! Just for a second—only when there's nobody around."
"You should've just put the bra on. Stubborn fucking idiot."
Areum clicked her tongue several times like she couldn't stand the sight of me, then started walking again. I hurried after her. I went to put on my shoes the way I always did, then froze.
"Hey, those are soaked. The slippers next to them—wear those."
Wet or not, the size alone was going to be a problem.
"Hurry up."
At her prodding I stuck my foot into a slipper that looked way too small—and then it fit my foot perfectly, which left me feeling weirdly unsettled. The fact that this tiny little slipper sat snug on my foot hit me in a strangely vivid way.
"And put the wet sneakers in here."
"…Okay."
I set the shoes side by side into another bag she'd opened.
"Hey. Which way now. Right?"
"Uh… right."
"You lead."
I didn't argue. I walked the opposite direction from how we'd come in yesterday and headed for the elevator.
"Put that hand down."
"…Why?"
"I said put it down."
Even in the few seconds we waited for the elevator, she wouldn't leave me alone. I obediently dropped my hand.
"See this? Your nipples are sticking out."
"U-ugh! W-wait—this, it, it hurts so much, hnn—!"
She was right. Through the sagging fabric of the dress, my nipples stood out in sharp, obvious peaks. And then this bitch pinched one between her fingers and started twisting it left and right.
"From now on, when I tell you something, just fucking listen. Got it?"
"Y-yeah… I got it, so—th-this, please…"
"You should've just worn the bra. Why the fuck make it harder on yourself."
Ding—
The elevator arrived, and her fingers finally let go. I immediately yanked the neckline of the dress forward and checked the nipple she'd been tormenting.
"Hah, staring at it gonna make it better?"
"Haa… no. No. It just hurts so much."
"Just get on already."
Areum strode into the elevator. I followed quietly behind her.
"Hey, we're he—hey!"
Her shout came from behind me, but I didn't look back. I ran straight for the elevator.
"H-hnn… hngh, haah…"
My bladder was swollen like it was about to burst. One touch and it felt like it would go off. I kept jabbing the elevator button like it would do any good, praying it would arrive even a second sooner.
"Hey! Why the hell are you running off alone? We go together!"
"A-uh, yeah…"
I'd run as hard as I could, but her voice still caught up from behind.
"If you were gonna do this, why bother running in the first place. That desperate?"
"I-I… I'm seriously gonna die, okay? Ahh… please, please…"
"So why didn't you go to the bathroom at the rest stop?"
Of course I'd wanted to. More than anyone.
"H-hngh… people kept staring, so—h-how was I supposed to?"
"Ha! Fair enough. That face of yours is the kind people turn around for on the street."
She muttered it in that slimy way of hers and slipped a hand under my chin, tapping my jaw with her thumb and wearing a nasty little smile.
I didn't know if this bitch's face was really the kind people turned to look at—but the second I remembered the flood of stares that hit me the moment we'd stepped out at the rest stop without thinking, my whole body crawled with goosebumps. Every single one of those looks had been unpleasant. They'd raked me up and down, and plenty of people had just stared straight at my face. The fact that most of those eyes belonged to men made it even more fucking disgusting. My chest had gotten so tight I could barely breathe, so I'd had no choice but to go straight back to the car.
"D-don't touch me. I'm seriously about to piss myself…"
"At your age, real proud of that, huh. Hold it, you idiot. Or just let it rip nice and free like you did on the bed."
"Hnn… haha…"
The elevator was still coming down from the fifth floor. Normally it was so fast—right now it was crawling, and the wait was driving me insane.
Ding—
The arrival chime went off and I bolted inside in one breath.
"Hey… Areum, please, I-I'm really desperate right now, okay? I'm begging you."
"Live long enough and you see everything. You, begging me."
Standing right on the threshold of the elevator, she looked like an actual demon.
"Y-yeah. First, can you just get on already? I'll do whatever you say after, so please just let me use the bathroom first."
I'd considered bolting up the emergency stairs, but climbing twenty-eight floors in my current state was basically impossible.
"Hnn… fine."
Thankfully, that fucking bitch stepped right in. I let out a silent breath of relief and leaned into the corner.
"Hey… please, we're home now, hngh… do you have to do this?"
"Shut up."
"No, fuck… there's a camera, hnn—!"
"That's why I'm covering it, dumbass."
Her fingers slipped up under the dress.