Naked Apron from D-100 Day One... What the Hell?
───Cough, hack, wheeze.Cough, hack.
I woke up with a violent cough and a long stretch.
What the hell happened this morning? I’ve always been terrible with morning grogginess. Ugh.
My eyes refuse to open properly. My sense of smell and taste feel slightly numb too.
Ah— I’m dizzy, and there’s this sticky, jelly-like lump in my mouth.
To pull myself together, I chew on whatever’s in there. Chomp, chomp.
What the fuck is this… Ugh. This taste— yeah, this is—
…Fucking fishy. Shit.
The fishy, bitter, salty flavor finally cleared my head enough for the situation to sink in.
I’d been living my usual worthless NEET life when two women suddenly showed up.
After that, this. My dick had been stolen and I’d been turned into a woman. Goddamn.
…Even when I think about it again, it sounds like total bullshit.
But what happened after that? It feels like my memory cuts off right there.
I dig through my scattered mind, trying to claw the memories back out.
Right. After that, a man came and… Ah. Yeah. That’s what happened.
“Are you awake?”
…I got mouth-raped like a fucking animal. The thought hits me at the same time as the voice of the bastard responsible.
He’s casually rummaging through my fridge and kitchen from a distance, completely at ease.
I yank the nearby blanket over myself—I’m only wearing a shirt—but the second I do—
I see my body covered in his dried cum and immediately throw the blanket away.
I almost tossed the damn blanket. Ha, how much did he blow? Seriously.
“…Fuck off. Go die somewhere. You rapist piece of shit. Get lost.”
I spit out the curses I’d been choking down, at minimum volume.
They rip straight out of my throat.
If this were normal, I would’ve screamed at the top of my lungs and thrown hands.
But the realization that I—a man—had been forced by another man to suck him off, that it was basically full-on rape…
The humiliation and shame crash over me so hard I can’t even stand.
My legs have zero strength. I can’t get up…
“You seem more lucid than I expected. Here.”
Where the hell do you see that, you psycho.
“What is it. This……”
I’d wondered what he was doing. Turns out he was getting water.
With that same grinning face, he hands me a bottle from my own fridge.
Acting like he’s doing me a favor. It’s my water, asshole.
Knowing what this bastard did to me, I wanted to hurl it at his head.
But the fishy, bitter taste of semen is still coating my entire mouth.
The smell keeps hitting me too, making me lose my mind every time I remember what happened.
My mouth is drying out again. Squish. Just moving my legs makes that wet sound.
Ah… Did I actually cum a little back then? In that situation?
It feels like I’m getting hit with every dehydration symptom I never felt while jerking off as a man.
Not that the masturbation was the problem—it’s because I was put through that.
In the end, I barely swallow my humiliation and shame, take the bottle, and gulp it down.
Gulp…Gulp. Ah, I feel alive again. The fishy taste is slowly fading.
“I was going to wash you at least, but you were shaking too much.”
…If he’d washed me without permission I would’ve killed him. At least he got that part right.
Better to stay like this, I think—and right then────
Why the hell did I wake up to a forced morning blowjob in the first place?
Questions pile up. I look up at him like I’m demanding an explanation.
I have a rough guess, but I still want him to spell it out properly, so I keep drinking while staring.
I didn’t say anything, but my eyes must have been full of complaint because he finally opens his mouth.
“You’re aware you’ve been living like garbage, right?”
“……”
It’s true, but it still pisses me off. I glare at him and take another swig.
“There are way too many people like you these days, so the state started a little resocialization program.
It’s not just you—other people are probably going through the same thing somewhere.
And as a bonus, the trashy posts you wrote are getting punished exactly the way you wrote them.
Honestly, it’s because they were anonymous. You wouldn’t have posted shit like that with your real name.
So… consider this a form of resocialization. Live with the knowledge that you’ve sinned. Because you have.”
…Sigh. Is he right? I got caught because of those garbage posts.
But why turn me into a woman? …Is it because of the low birth rate?
No, that’s bullshit. That would require me getting pregnant.
Still completely unable to understand, I look up at him again, voice dripping with discontent.
“…Even so, you can’t just do this……”
“Yes, we can.”
I have nothing left to say. Fucking bastard.
The words cut off so cleanly I’m left speechless. Ha, shit. So why the hell did they actually turn me into a woman?
That’s the part I can’t wrap my head around, but asking now probably won’t change anything…
It’s all so absurdly unrealistic that I’ve given up trying to understand.
…Growl. Ah. Now that I think about it, I’m starving.
I usually skip breakfast and lunch entirely…
Must be because of what he did to me this morning. My stomach is empty.
Feeling my trembling legs finally calm down a little… I barely manage to stand.
…These tits are so fucking uncomfortable. The feeling of having fat lumps on my chest.
If they’d always been there I wouldn’t know any better, but now they keep throwing off my movements.
I’d rather trade these fat lumps and my old dick back.
I shoot a sharp glare at the culprit, but all I get in return is that creepy, grinning smile.
I hate that smile so much I turn my head and look somewhere else.
“…Cup ramen.”
I don’t even have the energy to speak properly, so I barely force out one weak word.
I only just managed to stand up, after all.
Approaching him while covered in dried cum and barely dressed is the worst thing I can imagine, but…
That shame and humiliation are completely overpowered by hunger.
I ignore him as best I can and reach for the mountain of cup ramen in the kitchen—
“──No.”
“Why, what? Why? You won’t even let me eat? I’m starving to death──”
A hand clamps down hard on my arm. Ha. What now.
I glare at him with the fiercest look I can manage.
But his expression doesn’t change at all. He just squeezes harder.
I try to shake him off and reach again, but he grips even tighter.
…This bastard is ridiculously strong. I knew that already.
I don’t know if he’s just that strong or if my body is that weak, but I can’t break free. I’m stuck.
“I didn’t come here just to satisfy my lust. I have to teach you what a human being needs to know.
It’s obvious you live on cup ramen all day. So stop living like that.”
“Ah, who the hell cares? You nagging old fart. In this huge society, what does it matter if one person like me── Ow, ow, ow!”
The thick hand squeezes my thin arm even harder.
Okay, okay. Shit, I won’t talk back. I look up at him with my mouth shut.
“So I’ll teach you. The things you need to become a healthy, functioning member of society.
The first is… to stop eating this garbage. In other words—cooking.”
He gestures with the cup ramen in his hand. I stare blankly… then burst out laughing.
…Cooking. It’s so ridiculous I can’t help it.
Even in this completely unfunny situation. After everything he did, now he’s saying this.
What cooking? The only things I can make are fried eggs, ramen, and grilled meat. That’s it.
And I lived just fine on that. What the hell does he mean, cooking?
…Thinking about it again, maybe my health really is fucked.
Living only on that stuff. Well, I did get sick a lot, but… it was roughly okay…
I’m not confident at all. Still, I stare at him with an expression that says I have zero interest.
“From your posts, it looked like you had pain in a lot of places… Ah, even depression, ugh…”
“…Hey. Stop reading my posts. It feels fucking disgusting──? And what does that have to do with being a healthy member of society?
Healthy or not, everyone gets sick sometimes. And ahem. I’m fine now.”
I quickly cover his mouth with my small hand. How embarrassing, reading someone else’s posts and running his mouth.
But I can’t say it with confidence. My voice gets smaller and smaller toward the end.
It’s true. Ahem. There were a lot of problems, both mentally and physically.
But hearing it from this bastard makes me feel like shit.
Him constantly digging through my posts feels exactly like someone else reading my diary.
I answer in that shrinking voice. The man, mouth still covered, stares at me for a moment.
Before I can react, he moves behind me and suddenly───
He grabs my arm tight. Then, whoosh, his hand slides under my chest.
Those two thick hands support only my breasts and lift me clean off the ground.
Ah, wait── What, what is this? My eyes fill with panic.
The feeling of my feet dangling in the air. A strange fear and embarrassment wash over me.
The fact that only this man’s two thick hands are holding up my entire body is something I’ve never experienced.
Is this his way of showing the difference in strength? S-suddenly this bullshit… Ah. Put me down.
Whatever his goal is, touching my breasts like this definitely fills me with even more shame.
It’s my first time being held by a man like this, of course. I’m not a damn cat… Ugh.
My ears burn red. I feel my face heating up. But the bastard has no intention of letting go and stays silent.
…Ugh. Unable to overcome the embarrassment and unfamiliarity, I end up pathetically begging again.
“Wait… let go, hey, ah, aren’t you letting go? Wait, ah, okay── I’ll cook! Shit, that much is fine.
So le-let go! Let me go── plea… ugh… ugh. Ha. Never do that again.”
He watches my pleas and squirming resistance like he’s enjoying it.
Then, thud, he gently sets me down so I don’t fall. Unnecessarily kind.
And then the bastard smiles like he’s proud of himself. Sigh.
That smile is so unpleasant I want to punch him, but──
Remembering what he did yesterday and the strength difference, I’d just get overpowered… Sigh. I don’t even want to imagine it.
I was just lifted up like that. Resisting only makes me feel the power gap more.
“You already know you’re weaker anyway. So hurry up. I bought the ingredients.”
“Sigh, this is my fate. But why does it have to start with cooking?”
“Hm? The timing’s perfect. I’m going to make you my wife.”
“……I’ll kill you.”
He’s saying such fucked-up shit. At least he’s laughing like it’s a joke, but…
Wait, is it actually a joke? He keeps saying nutrition is important. Then you eat it yourself.
There are plenty of things I want to say, but for now I decide to go along with it.
“More importantly… you need to take that off.”
“Wh-what?”
Did I mishear? No, I think I heard right. What kind of bullshit is this?
Take it off while cooking? …No, maybe I misheard.
“…Are your ears broken? I said take it off.”
…No, fuck. So── why? Why?
“I wiped your face and other areas with wet wipes, but… I couldn’t do anything about your mouth or clothes.
So that dirty state would be a bit much, don’t you think? You’re only wearing a shirt, so it’ll be easy to remove.”
Bullshit. This is clearly his own desire. Just like this morning.
He’s wrapping his lust in the name of resocialization. And doing it to me—a former man…
Crazy bastard. But I can’t resist. I can’t ignore him and run away.
If I tried to fight… Ah. I’d die. Look at the size difference.
And though I hate admitting it, it was true.
The clothes reek of semen. But he’s the one who sprayed it everywhere.
Don’t you have a conscience? I barely swallow the words rising in my throat.
If I provoke him… The memory of those cold, savage eyes from earlier makes me scared.
In the end── I take off my top like he said. It gets caught on something.
Ah, my breasts. With a groan, I finally pull it off, and of course they bounce heavily.
Breasts, nipples, areolas… everything is completely exposed in front of him. It’s a little embarrassing.
Still, it’s not as humiliating as before.
Well, when I was a man I used to walk around the house shirtless all the time.
But his gaze seems to stab straight into my tits.
…This is a bit fucked— no, it’s embarrassing and fucked. My ears burn again immediately.
“You’re finally becoming more obedient. That’s a good attitude.”
The bastard pokes and prods my nipples with his fingers like he’s playing.
Ugh, ugh♡ Even though it’s just teasing, my body reacts strongly. I tense up and tremble.
“U-ugh. Wait… don’t touch. Gi-give me some clothes already…”
With just the shirt off I’m completely naked. My pussy lips are fully visible, even the wet hole between them.
It’s tightly closed in a straight line. Now that I think about it, this is the first time I’ve really seen it. Out of curiosity I try to look down—
But I meet the eyes of the bastard who’s pretending to look elsewhere while seeing everything.
Ugh, ugh. I twist my legs together and try to hide it somehow. Bastard.
Even though I’ve become a woman, I still can’t look at it properly…
My breasts are too big for my hands. As soon as he removes his, I can only cover my nipples.
“That’s true… At this rate food might splash on your body.”
With those words he steps closer.
It’s not the dead-serious expression from before, but he’s still smiling. Even so, it scares me a little.
The size difference is so big I have to crane my neck to look up…
But at least he’s giving me clothes. He’s holding something.
I wish he’d give me proper clothes. At least something that fits.
When he gets close enough, I see what he’s holding. That is— ha.
……Fuck.
A white apron. It gets dropped over my head and tied on.
A frilly white apron.
I end up wearing nothing but that. My breasts can’t be contained and spill out the sides.
“…You bastard.”
“An apron is essential when cooking, isn’t it? You asked me to put clothes on you.
I was worried about hot oil splashing on bare skin. Ah, how does simple stir-fried pork sound?”
……I hope you die. No. I hope I just die…
An overwhelming wave of shame and humiliation rises up.
But I pull myself together, look at the ingredients lined up by the sink, and take a deep breath.
I decide not to think about my outfit. It’s impossible not to be extremely conscious of it, but I try my best.
Every time the fabric brushes my nipples it sends an annoyingly lewd feeling through me, but I promise myself not to think about it…
“……Let’s finish this quickly. Whew. Finish quickly… wash up and rest.”
“That’s a good mindset.”
“Shut up already.”
…Haaaa. I let out a deep sigh, once again losing my mind at the reality of why I’ve ended up like this.
With the single thought of just finishing quickly, I hypnotize myself until I barely feel motivated.
And so, after becoming a woman—no. If we’re being honest, this is my first time ever actually cooking.
…While wearing nothing but an apron. Sigh.
