Episode 2: Commuting as the Ultimate High School Girl
I stood in front of the mirror, buttoning up the crisp school uniform shirt one by one.
The stiff collar hugged my neck, and the hem of the skirt swayed lightly—a sensation totally different from yesterday.
Phew, calm down...
I smoothed my hand over the subtle curves peeking through the shirt and took a deep breath.
Yeah, sure, yesterday was a mess, but right now, I'm a perfect blonde big-titted high school beauty.
I kept brainwashing myself internally and gazed back into the mirror.
The unfamiliar beauty staring back completely captivated me.
Sparkling natural blonde hair, overwhelming volume no normal guy could resist, and that curvaceous waistline to boot.
"Too perfect...!"
I felt drool pooling at the corner of my mouth and hurriedly wiped it away.
The school gate was already packed with students.
The morning commute vibe was the same as always, but the stares aimed my way were drastically different.
Feast your eyes! This perfect beauty! The top high school girl in the district—that's me!!
I soaked in the surrounding gazes with my whole body, lost in narcissistic bliss.
Adding demure mannerisms to match this flawless look? Perfection on perfection.
I hunched my shoulders slightly, clasped my hands neatly over my bag, and took light, dainty steps.
It was my ultra-personal taste of "prim and proper girl," but to everyone else, I was still the reigning queen of cuties in this zone.
The morning breeze made my blonde locks flutter, and I could feel the students' stares lingering even deeper.
Hehe, this debut's flawless, right?
With a relaxed smile, I flaunted my gorgeous blonde hair and strode confidently through the gate.
"Hey."
Someone blocked my path and called out.
I froze and tilted my head up slightly to check them out.
"Y-Yes...?"
The moment I saw who it was, my body twitched involuntarily.
There stood Disciplinary Committee Chair Kang Ji-yu senior—prim uniform, icy glare, the kind of vibe that screamed strict just from her pic.
"Who are you? I don't recognize your face."
Jiyu-senior's sharp eyes scanned me slowly from head to toe.
I held my breath, waiting for her verdict.
Luckily, my uniform was spot-on regulation—no violations.
Phew, dodged that. No disciplinary nitpicks for now.
Then, I noticed her cold gaze soften ever so slightly as she looked me over.
Clearly, my perfect girl aura was melting her defenses.
See? Bishoujo rule the world!!
I cheered victory internally.
This meant smooth sailing through school life.
I tamped down my excitement, kept up the demure charm with hands neatly folded over my stomach.
Then, bowing my head shyly, I opened my mouth in the cutest voice I could muster.
"Hello."
I pitched my voice as high and thin as possible for a cautious greeting.
"Um... I'm Kang Han-gyul. I just changed genders because of TS Disease."
I stuck to my prepared script, explaining without dropping my guard.
"TS Disease...? "
Ji-yu senior raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued.
"Oh, for that, you'll need to get verified in the staff room first. You know the procedure, right?"
She replied calmly to my answer.
I sighed in relief at her reaction and nodded naturally.
"Yes. That's where I was headed now."
"Hmm."
Ji-yu senior let out a short hum, then stared piercingly at my face.
Her intense gaze made me tense up for no reason, flustered.
"Uh... Is something wrong?"
I asked cautiously, and she hesitated before looking away.
"N-No, nothing."
"Th-Then, I'll be going."
Desperate to escape, I bowed politely and hurried off.
Feeling her stare on my back, I inwardly whooped.
She's totally smitten with my looks! Kyaa~! Even girls fall for this face!
My beauty was invincible, as expected.
Keeping my dainty steps, I basked in triumphant joy all the way to the staff room.
Hehe... flawless.
The verification in the staff room went way smoother than expected.
TS Disease wasn't everyday stuff, but the school had a manual ready, so the process was a breeze.
Still, the teachers reviewing my papers and the staff around them? Their stares weren't ordinary at all.
I could feel my perfect beauty hijacking their attention in real time.
Haa~ How gorgeous am I? A stunner like this is my face!
Exiting the staff room, I wore a faint smile.
Walking the halls demurely, aware of every gaze—that thrilling rush kept hitting me.
"Hmhmhmm~"
I hummed happily, opened the classroom door, and headed to my seat.
"Oh, you're here."
Jin-woo, slouched in the next desk, tossed out a flat greeting.
His utterly blasé reaction made me glare at him.
"What? Got a problem?"
"No, but with a prim little beauty like me right here, can't you at least go 'Ahh~ Goddess!' or something?"
Jin-woo shrugged like it was no big deal.
"I already saw it all yesterday."
"Hey! Casual clothes versus full school uniform getup? Totally different levels!"
My voice rose a bit, and Jin-woo winced, face scrunching.
"You psycho! Doesn't change that you're still Kang Han-gyul inside!"
"Ha!"
I spun gracefully with a flourish that screamed elegance.
My blonde hair swished, skirt fluttering right past his nose.
"Oh my, such rude words. My body and mind are totally different now, you know?"
I narrowed my eyes and flashed a provocative smile.
"A perfect girl from head to toe~!"
Right after my declaration, Jin-woo sighed deeply, pinching his forehead.
His face screamed utter pity mixed with contempt—like he was debating dragging me to a psych ward.
"Real girls don't say stuff like that..."
He shook his head slowly, muttering low.
"Anyway, what was that crap yesterday about your 'inner dick not dying'? The hell?"
"Eek?! Sexual harassment?! Kyaa~!"
I shrieked on cue, clutching my chest and hunching over.
"Should I kill you...?"
Jin-woo's fist trembled visibly.
Push it further, and my perfect face might get bruised—I sensed the crisis and kept talking.
"Fine, fine. I'll spill this poor girl's secret."
"......"
His fist clenched white for a second, like he was pissed, but he sighed long and forced down the rage.
"It's literal. Sure, I was yelling about being a full girl body and soul, but deep down? Not totally there yet!"
Jin-woo narrowed his eyes, baffled.
"Wouldn't that make it more weird...?"
His point irked me, and I shot back.
"It's not weird if it doesn't work! You have no idea how hard I prepped for this day?!"
My voice amped up, and he just stared down like I was insane.
Feeling wronged, I pressed on.
"I devoured BL manga to prep perfectly—analyzed every hot spot down pat!"
"......"
Jin-woo's face drained paler as he listened.
He looked like he'd given up pitying me entirely.
But I spilled the desperate truth anyway.
"And even after all that? Sexy girl bodies still get a rise outta me! In this body!!"
"Keep it down! You fucking lunatic!!"
Jin-woo clapped a hand over my mouth, glancing around frantically.
Luckily, pre-class chaos drowned it out, but his fingertips trembled in shock.
"What the hell do I even do about this...?"
I whimpered desperately at him, face crumbling.
My grand plan to hog all the love as the perfect beauty? It was shattering against this instinct wall from day one.
"Um, hey~"
Then, as I hung my head in despair, someone approached my side.
I jolted and looked up.
"Huh?"
It was classmate Su-jin.
We'd never really interacted before.
Just knew her name and face—your average classmate.
"You're... Han-gyul, right?"
Su-jin stared straight at me.
No prior chats, but post-TS? She was coming on strong—super weird.
Ah~ You're hooked on my beauty too!
I inwardly cheered.
My looks transcended race and gender, huh.
A girl who ignored me yesterday now charging in? My girl life was gonna be smooth sailing.
I nodded demurely, flashing a pitiful smile.
"Yeah, it's me. Happened out of nowhere last night..."
Su-jin closed the gap like she'd been waiting, grabbing my hand tight.
"Whoa, insane! Han-gyul, you're so pretty!"
Not stopping there, she poked my cheek with her other hand, eyes sparkling.
"Wow, your skin's super smooth!"
Her bold touch left me flustered—and a weird danger vibe creeping in.
"Uh... wh-what?!"
Her fresh shampoo scent up close, soft hand on mine—my inner dude started raging deep down.
Hey, hold up...
Heat flared in my lower belly, sweeping through me.
Definite danger signal.
It's coming... the reaction!
My face burned beet red, fingers quivering at her touch.
Crap, way more sensitive than when I was a guy?!
I screamed internally, fighting my instincts.
Don't! No reaction, please!! It's just friendly touching—snap out of it, Han-gyul!
I strained to keep smiling, but Su-jin had no clue about my inner war.
She just got more excited, kneading my shoulder and leaning in closer.
"Seriously, wow! Han-gyul, you smell amazing too! What perfume is that?"
Her face inches away now.
Her eyes widened.
"Oh? Han-gyul, why's your face so red? You got a fever or something?"
Her cool hand touched my forehead worriedly.
"Eek-!!"
The chill on my brow shot electric shivers down my spine.
At this rate, who knew what my inner dick might pull in front of her.
Ding-dong-dang—
Savior bell rang.
But as I turned to sit—
I realized Jin-woo had watched the whole mess with a stone-cold face from the next desk.