Done for as a Man – Gotta Wash Up
I'm done for as a man. I need to wash up...
I stank, my body was sticky, and my hair was a total mess. If I were still a guy, I'd just strip naked, jump into the river, and enjoy how refreshing the cold water felt no matter what. But right now, I'm a girl.
"Have you never seen a naked woman in your life?"
"Well, there was this grandma in our village with dementia who wandered around naked..."
"Please, spare me the details."
While the Grand Duke shuddered in fear and horror, I was lost in agony. How the hell was I supposed to solve this dilemma...? My head felt like it was going to explode.
Actually, the answer was simple! I just had to wash up.
"That damn kid..."
"Pardon? What'd you say?"
"It's your own body anyway, so why not just enjoy it?"
"En...joy? Uh... what do you mean by that?"
Unfortunately, this boy was such a top-tier virgin that even a unicorn would bow its head in respect. Did he even have basic sex ed? What the hell had first-gen taught him? The Grand Duke was genuinely curious.
It's your own body, and there's no guarantee you'll ever go back, so why not just fondle it and have some fun? I'd only complained that my breasts were too big and heavy and got in the way, but I'd never seen anyone go, "Whoa, the texture is insane!!" and start kneading them. The Grand Duke sank into serious contemplation.
"Urgh... no choice, I guess... If it were someone else's body, maybe not, but it's mine!! I have to wash even if it's embarrassing!"
"Talking like it's someone else's business is just absurd."
"It feels like the end of me as a man," I whined, confessing my fear that later I'd get dragged by my roommate to a women's bathhouse or something. The Grand Duke promised he'd protect me and begged to be taken along, eyes sparkling. As a bonus, he advised not to misunderstand—demons didn't care about gender.
After agonizing right there for a solid 30 more minutes, I finally steeled myself and made the decision!
"Alright... let's do this!!"
The dorms surprisingly had bathrooms and showers attached to every room. I confirmed my roommate wasn't around, then yanked off my clothes without hesitation and stepped into the shower.
"I didn't look closely before since I didn't want to, but damn, these things are huge up close."
I stared at the massive lumps of flesh attached to my chest in the mirror and rated them grotesque growths. When I lifted them slightly with my hands, there was that heavy weight combined with the soft texture spilling over my fingers. It felt like I had an extra head attached. And every time I shook my hands, they jiggled like water balloons—would they pop if I poked them with a needle?
"...Should I just rip 'em off...?"
I probably wouldn't die even if I did... nah, maybe from the bleeding at the stump? Actually, though I hadn't said it out loud, even shooting the bow earlier hurt like hell because the string smacked my chest. And fighting Flash with punches? These things blocked my arm swings and got in the way.
"In manga, guys go crazy for these, but honestly, I don't get the appeal."
Was it because back in the rural village, the only women I saw were grandmas, aunts, and the occasional bratty kids teasing me? But even now in the city, looking at girls didn't spark anything. Hmm, maybe because my body's a girl's now, my brain's wired like one too, so I can't feel a thing?
"Wait, does that mean I could fall for a guy?"
That sounded like an even worse nightmare—gave me chills.
"Ugh, stop with the weird thoughts... I wanna soak in warm water and relax, but my roommate might come back any second."
Whoosh! Gotta scrub fast and bail!! I turned on the shower, doused my body, and started soaping up.
──Meanwhile, one of hell's great kings—the crow-formed Grand Duke called Change—waited outside. He could've gone in, but for the true savoring of the experience(?), he stayed put, eyes closed, listening to the water sounds inside the bathroom.
He'd asked his contractor how showering felt different from being a man and to share her impressions. She'd been puzzled at first, but when he explained he wanted to know the difference since a man had become a woman, she'd understood. Ahh, what a kind contractor!
"Oh, Grand Duke! Unlike guys, washing between the legs as a girl is way more comfy."
As she soaped up with the shower towel, she noted how smooth and sleek it was compared to a guy's body—no snags anywhere thanks to all the round curves, making it easy to wash. His beak curved up involuntarily.
It was annoying having to cup the towel inside and shake it up and down to clean under the big orbs, but weirdly fun. Was she brushing her teeth while showering too? She said sticking it between her breasts kept it from falling—turns out there were perks. He nodded quietly.
"This is life."
Unlike when he was a man, her hair felt incredibly soft now—he could hear the vigorous scrubbing as she washed it. She'd said she'd hurry before her roommate came, but once she started, she seemed to be enjoying it, humming a tune.
She was always talking about wanting baths, so you could tell she was a clean freak.
"Slowly getting used to the woman's body like this... eventually falling into female depravity."
Denying to the end that she was a woman and struggling as a man... compromising by buying underwear that fit her size... those compromises piling up until one day she's sitting at the mirror doing makeup...
"Kya, pure bliss."
Just imagining it made his wings quiver. He teared up recalling the hardships under the un-feminine first-gen. Those days of suffering and torment felt rewarded now...!
"Hey, Grand Duke. Girls are definitely way different from guys."
"Oh? In what way?"
"Well, guys have stuff sticking out... but girls don't, right?"
What was she talking about? The Grand Duke tilted his head at first, not getting it. But his artistic instincts soon supplied the answer.
Didn't she complain on the first day of school that her breasts shook too much and hurt, so she propped them on the desk for comfort? He'd given her bandages after that.
"What?!"
Even without a bra, they didn't poke through her shirt...! Sometimes, not seeing or hiding it drives people mad...!! The Grand Duke trembled at her purity combined with the terrifying depravity bubbling beneath.
Poor boys in her class. To pubescent lads in their prime, her presence was merciless violence...!!
"What savage, cruel, sadistic beauty born of ignorance...!!"
Coming up from hell was the best decision ever!! He wanted to beat down all the other demons, hug his past self who'd flown to second-gen, and do a wing dance while kissing him and yelling, "You're the best version of me!!"
"Still, it's a bit regrettable yet fun that her classmates have all figured it out."
Worst case, she might get a bad nickname, so he even considered a punishment where he'd tweak the kid calling her "lump of flesh" into something slightly worse.
"Oh yeah, now I gotta use the girls' bathroom too..."
"Men's room's fine. Baths too."
"Really?"
"Stop. This Grand Duke doesn't want to see first-gen Witchcraft gouging out boys' eyes—not twice."
"...Twice?"
Wiyu Witchcraft made a face hoping she'd misheard. But the Grand Duke pitied the fools who'd gone blind from her overwhelming beauty. Her mom was pretty, after all, so Wiyu just nodded.
"So, you look pretty refreshed after washing up. Impressions?"
"Feels like the end of me as a man..."
The warm water had cleaned me thoroughly—felt refreshing and fluffy, super happy. But at the same time, it really hit me that my body was a girl's now, shattering my mental state in every way.
The shock was so huge that even though I didn't want to cry, tears were streaming down anyway.
"...I'm really in a girl's body now..."
"Gotta sit to pee too."
"Eek!"
Anyway, I'd showered before my roommate got back, so now to dry my hair and sleep feeling good. As I got up beaming...
A hand with lotion sneaked in quietly from behind.
"You can't forget to lotion up after washing clean~!"
Wha... how the heck did she get here without a sound? Was it because she's a vampire? I hadn't even heard the door, but Meru Lume was already behind me.
My eyes went wild, out of control, so I turned—and there she was in her usual bold negligee, smiling.
"Next time, how about we shower together to bond as roommates?! We can even bathe!"
"I don't have any girl friends, so... do girls normally go into baths together with friends?"
"Don't guys do that too?"
"Don't have guy friends either."
"Aww..."
Meru Lume looked at me pitifully—rural bumpkin with barely any friends—then grinned brightly. So let's make good memories together! She pulled me into a hug.
Her breasts crushed mine with terrifying weight—hack, cough, I trembled.
I should say no, but her pure desire to get close was so warm. How could I coldly reject that? I just let tears roll down.
"That moving? Let's go shopping for clothes later too!"
"You've made a good friend, boy."
"Can you just kill me...?"
"Live, boy..."
Aah, it's torture. Guilt's choking me. Feels like I'm deceiving my female roommate even though I'm a guy... I'd crawl into a rat hole if there was one!!