D-101: I Become a Dickless Girl
···Ugh, where the hell am I? What happened to me yesterday?
No. It doesn’t feel like yesterday. More like just a few minutes ago. What the fuck was it…?
The shitty things that happened right before I blacked out start trickling back into my head, one by one.
Was it a dream? …It had to be a dream, right? There’s no way that kind of crap could actually happen.
The memory feels hazy at first, but the more I come to my senses, the clearer it gets. Even the last words he said.
The man’s final words… what?
Those last words suddenly send a chill crawling down my spine.
Wait, no way. Seriously? What kind of bullshit is… But. For some reason, it feels way too breezy between my legs.
I reach down and feel between my thighs. There’s── nothing where there’s supposed to be something.
······Ah. For real. A dream? It’s a dream, right? But I already know it isn’t.
I’ve always been able to tell dreams apart from vivid reality in an instant, so even though I know this isn’t a dream, I still cling to the hope that it is as I sprint to the bathroom. To look in the mirror.
No, it could just be a mistake… Yeah. I just woke up, my head’s still fuzzy. That’s all.
There’s no way my dick could just disappear───
···Who the fuck is this. Holy shit.
An unfamiliar girl stares back at me from the mirror. And not just any girl── a ridiculously pretty one.
Long, messy pink hair cascading down her back. Eyes that glow with a reddish-pink hue. Soft blush coloring her cheeks, and skin so pale and flawless it practically glows.
It feels like an anime character is standing right in front of me. Is… is this thing even a real mirror?
I touch the mirror to check, then touch my own face. The girl inside copies every single movement exactly.
I used to be pretty tall. I even had some decent muscle from working out.
···And honestly, for a hikikomori NEET, I thought I was pretty good-looking too.
But none of that exists in the girl reflected in the mirror. Instead of muscle, there are only huge breasts.
My height and overall frame have shrunk too, so the clothes don’t fit anymore.
···Now that I think about it, where did my pants go? Oh. They’re lying over there.
They must’ve slid down because they didn’t fit my smaller body anymore… Wait. Then what about my underwear?
Ah. The panties fell off too. ······At least the top is a little big, so it barely covers me.
Of course there’s no bra. Everything’s completely visible. The soft, pale curves of my breasts are showing right through.
···Kinda hot. Wait, no—what the hell am I thinking? This is my own body.
Now that I’m actually paying attention, I can finally feel the weight of the breasts pulling on my chest.
They’re so big it’s uncomfortable. Without hesitation, I bring my hands up and squeeze them.
Squish. Squeeze. So soft. So big. Definitely not fake. They’re so large they don’t even fit in one hand.
···So all that muscle I’d worked so hard to build just turned into this? I keep touching them, almost regretfully.
Then—squeeze. Hard. Out of frustration that all my hard-earned muscle is gone, I grab them roughly and… something strange starts rising inside me.
A hot sensation blooms from my chest, followed by a heated breath. It climbs all the way up to my throat.
And what finally spills out is──
"──Mmh, hngh…"
A lewd moan suddenly bursts from my lips, carried on a wave of strange pleasure.
···Wait. Did that sound just come out of me?
The kind of moan you’d only hear in porn or anime echoes through the bathroom.
No way. Even if I am a girl now, does just touching my own breasts really make me moan like that?
I yank my hands away from my chest and try to get a grip on reality, but… Ah. It’s no use.
Some stranger suddenly shows up at my door, I wake up like this, and now I’m a beautiful girl… This is such a fucking cliché.
Unable to process any of it, I collapse right there on the floor.
···Yeah. So that whole “resocialization” bullshit they were spouting… this is what they meant.
But what the hell does turning into a woman have to do with resocialization?
I’ve just gotten weaker, that’s all. I can’t even get my old body back…
Wait. What am I even supposed to do now? Up until now, sure. I joked about wanting to become a beautiful girl and all that.
I said stuff like that pretty often. But honestly, half of it was just bullshit.
Living as a man was way more satisfying.
I was a virgin, sure, but I used to have friends. There were plenty of things I could enjoy precisely because I was a guy.
I had memories that only guys could share… and besides.
Honestly. From what I saw online… women just seemed to be constantly fighting each other, right?
So I never really felt lonely about not having a partner. I wasn’t all that interested in girls either.
···And obviously not in guys. I’m not gay. I just never felt any romantic feelings toward anyone.
Sigh. I didn’t even have much of a desire to be gender-bent. And now I’ve already been through the military too.
All my muscle and strength are gone. Even my dick. It used to be pretty big, you know.
I remember people saying that if you became a girl, there were all sorts of perks.
But I never really agreed with that.
What’s so good about becoming a woman? You just get weaker. And who knows how people will look at you.
······Come to think of it, I don’t really have any people around me anyway.
Still, I reach between my legs again, missing what’s been taken from me.
Ha. It’s gone. The area just twitches. Since I’m not wearing panties, I feel like my bare skin is completely exposed.
Even though it’s my own body, seeing it makes me feel weirdly embarrassed, so I quickly look away.
···I’ve never seen it in real life before. I’m not ready for this.
Sigh. So… what now?
···Shit, should I take a selfie and post it online? “Yubung became a girl today. TS’d lol.”
But who the hell would believe this nonsense? They’d just think it was stolen or edited.
Though I did fantasize about it once or twice. Whether even the really pretty girls posted trashy comments too.
···And now that fantasy has become me. Sigh.
So what the hell am I supposed to do? Is resocialization just turning people into girls?
I can’t even ask anyone. I don’t have any contact info. As I sit there on the bathroom floor, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts──
Knock knock──
That knock. I immediately jump up and sprint like a madwoman.
Haah. These bastards. Who the hell do they think they are? I was living just fine—why turn me into a girl?
For real, fuck this. I’m going to ask them everything. I’m going to demand they give me my dick back…
The moment I open the door, what I see isn’t the people I expected──
Ah. What the hell. This guy?
"···Oh, looks like it worked out nicely. Haha. Hello there?"
Some man appears. And not just any man—a muscular guy built like a track athlete.
I look straight up at him. ···Wait, how far up do I have to look? I can only see up to his neck, so I tilt my head even higher.
I never used to have to look up like this. Now I have to crane my neck for a long time.
Probably around 180 centimeters? The height difference feels like an entire head.
Thinking about it, that means right now I’m… around 155 to 160 centimeters tall… Haah. Let’s not think about it.
From behind the man, the two girls from earlier pop out.
Ah, there they are. Finally. Though they were hiding the whole time.
Among the two girls, the energetic-looking one with the same pink hair as me—now tied in twin tails—speaks first with a laugh.
She covers her mouth as she laughs, clearly finding my current state hilarious. She’s not even trying to hide it.
"──Ahaha. It really worked perfectly. This is hilarious. So? How do you like it? Satisfied with that body?"
"···Change me back. What the fuck is this? You really want to die? You guys—hey, come here, I’ll just—Hik!"
I step closer, furious at her arrogant attitude, ready to demand more answers──
Suddenly, someone grabs the collar of my t-shirt.
Ugh, ughk—this is── I thrash around, trying to break free, but the grip is strong.
Or maybe I’m just weak now? Either way, I can’t escape. I can’t even take a single step.
Ha, haah. Who the hell is this? You son of a— I look up and see it’s the man from earlier.
The guy with the unpleasant face but a pretty impressive physique.
"You really shouldn’t do that. We haven’t even started yet."
"···It’s only just beginning. Resistance is pointless, so please don’t even try.
Also. Your new body will get quite strained if you thrash around like that."
The girl with the calm white hair speaks. Now that she mentions it, I am breathing pretty hard. Haah.
Hic—Hek. All I did was run over here quickly and get dangled in the air by this guy, yet…
Haah. If I were still a man, this wouldn’t have happened. This body is completely fucked.
Even so, the anger and confusion haven’t faded at all.
What the hell are you all blabbering about in front of me? Just change me back, you bastards.
"Hey, you seem like the one I can talk to. What the hell is this──!? All of this.
I-I mean, what do you mean we haven’t started? My dick is just gone, that’s all.
Shit, what exactly happens when you become a girl? I’ve only gotten insanely weaker."
“Well. As we said, we’re going to begin your resocialization. You seem like the type who learns better from actions than words.”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? So what exactly is resocialization? What are you going to do?
I keep asking, but no answers come. Eventually I look back up at the man.
That creepy smile and that face I find so unpleasant. Wait a second…
Ah, no way. It can’t be. No. Fuck, there’s no way──
"Haha. I’ll be helping out from the side. So, I look forward to working with you?"
······Ah. This is… despair? I collapse on the spot.
This is definitely that thing. The breeding uncle, the blonde bastard── that kind of vibe.
The kind of locked room where you can’t leave unless you have sex? It’s that, isn’t it. I’m so fucked…
"There’s no need to react like that. Do you dislike me that much?"
The son of a bitch looks down at me sitting there with my jaw dropped and a look of utter despair, laughing like it’s funny.
Yes, I hate you. You bastard.
"──Ahaha. This whole disaster is something you brought on yourself, you know."
"······Please don’t worry. It won’t happen in the form you’re imagining right now.
We’re simply going to teach you the bare minimum necessary to function in society. However······."
However, what? I lift my bowed head and look at her. Even so, living with a guy is the last thing I want, okay?
That part is disgusting too── he doesn’t exactly look like a breeding uncle or a blonde bastard, but.
Anyway, something about him feels off. That’s how it feels to me.
“Well. You’ll understand once you experience it. After all, you’ve committed sins, haven’t you?”
"M-my sins? What sins? Is writing a few trashy posts online a sin?
Huh? Sure, I wrote a lot. But how is that a crime? ···More importantly, let go! I’ll kill you. I used to work out, you know? Let—go—fuck─"
I glare at him while demanding answers. I shake off the collapse and try to approach again, but he grabs me once more.
Argh, why do you keep grabbing me? I’m not even going to do anything!
I glare at him in irritation, trying to show some resistance, but the guy doesn’t even seem to care.
You… you bastard… looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.
"······You’ll find out tomorrow. Well then, we’ll be going now. Please behave yourself."
"Take care, work hard okay? Hehe. I’ll drop by sometimes?"
Wait, d-don’t go── I stretch my hand out and shout.
You’re leaving me alone with this guy? Just this creepy bastard? But even though I’m yelling, they ignore me.
Both of them flash a strange little smile before disappearing from my sight completely.
···Argh. Those bastards. What the hell are you smiling about? It’s not your problem, you pieces of shit.
But honestly… they were my type. No, I don’t even have a dick anymore, so who cares.
Eventually, the two of them completely vanish from view.
──And once they’re gone, the only person left in the room is… Ha. Shit. I’m fucked.
"Then, if you’ll excuse me? Oh dear. This place is filthy. You could’ve at least cleaned up a little, you know?"
The man casually lets go of me and walks straight into my room like he owns the place.
Eek—?! I let out a stupid sound as I drop to the floor like a discarded object.
Th-this is so embarrassing. The room looks like a disaster zone… the blankets are scattered everywhere, trash piled up all over.
Whether you’re a guy or a girl, having a complete stranger see this mess is obviously mortifying. My face burns red.
"Hey, d-don’t just barge in like that──!?
I’ll really kill you— you, I don’t even know what kind of guy you are──······ but. Hic."
I immediately march over, face twisted in rage, trying to stop him.
Who the hell are you anyway? I need to say something. The moment I stop him and try to speak,
I look up and see a completely straight-faced expression.
Now that I’m looking, this guy is seriously huge… He looks well over 180 centimeters with that massive build.
And my body is only about 155 centimeters at best. I have to crane my neck again just to look at him.
I’ve always been the type to avoid conflict. If I saw a group of delinquents on the street, I’d hold my breath and walk past.
The same feeling from back then starts rising up again.
Even though I was staring straight at him, my eyes slide away, looking anywhere else. I avoid his gaze.
The size difference and that expressionless face scare me more than I want to admit.
I almost blurted out “S-sorry,” but I barely hold it in.
Ah shit. If I were still a man, I could’ve handled this better.
"···For now, just go to sleep. We start tomorrow. You should conserve your stamina, right? Especially after what happened earlier."
···He’s not wrong. Haah. Just from being grabbed and running a little, I’m already out of breath.
Sleep is creeping in too. Maybe it’s a side effect of the change. My stamina is pathetically low now.
I glance out the window and see it’s night again. Haah. Of course. It was evening when those guys showed up.
Even though he’s staring at me without looking away, I eventually give in to the inevitable and lie down on the bed.
When I wake up, I hope this was all a dream. No. It has to be a dream.
There’s no way all this fucked-up shit is real.
···More importantly, is that guy not planning to sleep? Oh. He’s heading to the sofa.
That’s a relief. If he tried to sleep next to me, I really would’ve killed him.
"···If you touch my body, I’ll kill you."
I mean it. Just living with a man is already disgusting enough.
The guy doesn’t answer. I only hear him chuckle.
Haah. I’m so anxious I feel like I’m going crazy. I want to kick him out right now.
And this whole ridiculous situation still doesn’t make any sense to me. I want to turn back into a man immediately, but.
···In the end, the overwhelming drowsiness wins. Against my will, I fall asleep───.