"Waaaahhh!" Su Yang shot up in bed, flinging the covers aside as his panicked scream echoed through the room.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest, his breath coming in sharp gasps. The dream he'd just had clung stubbornly to his mind like a fog that refused to lift.
In that dream, the office had ended early, and everyone was excited about the end of the open-world survival ga they were working on for the last few years.
That night, they were all about to celebrate by having so drinks.
Eager to enjoy, he'd headed toward a nearby store to grab sothing to eat for everyone. Everything had felt so normal—until it didn't.
Out of nowhere, he'd stepped into the street, totally ignoring the bright red traffic light, and that's when it happened.
A huge truck had co barreling toward him.
He rembered the blaring horn, the blinding headlights, and the helpless feeling of being frozen in place.
The mont before impact had stretched endlessly… and then—
He woke up.
"Huh, was I out cold!?" he grappled to make sense of the swiftly evolving scenario. "So, the truck collision was just a dream? It felt very real, I must have drunk too much last night."
Now, back in the real world—or what he hoped was the real world—Su Yang tried to calm his racing thoughts.
But sothing felt... off. Really off.
His eyes wandered around the unfamiliar room, taking in the elegant decor.
A plush carpet covered the floor, expensive-looking furniture filled the space, and a full-length mirror stood tall near the dresser.
Everything looked like it ca from a luxury hotel—or maybe even a palace.
"This… isn't my room," he muttered, frowning. "But whose room is this?"
"Did I drink too much and unknowingly hook up with soone else?" Then he glanced down at his hands—and froze.
The hands resting in his lap were small and slender. His skin looked smoother, lighter—almost porcelain-like.
Panic started to rise in his chest. "What the hell? Are these… my hands?"
He tried to speak again, but even his voice betrayed him. It was higher, softer, almost lodic. "What's wrong with my voice!?"
Confused and alard, he pressed a hand to his throat, as if doing so could bring back his usual voice.
That's when he noticed sothing else—sothing impossible to ignore.
His chest… felt heavy.
"Wait... what on earth is happening here...?" he exclaid, his gaze dropping downward in disbelief, holding his breasts with both hands, checking them.
Su Yang looked down, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Two large, soft, and very large mounds pushed against the front of his pink satin pajamas.
His hands flew to them in disbelief. "No way… Are these… boobs!?"
He grabbed both with both hands, squeezing gently just to be sure. The sensation was so real, so foreign—it made his skin crawl with confusion.
"This can't be real... These are... oh my goodness, these are... They're real?!"
Scrambling off the bed, he stumbled over to the mirror, each step making the soft weight on his chest bounce slightly.
Everything about his body felt weird—his hands seed too small, the floor felt closer, and his balance was off.
When he finally reached the mirror and looked up, his mouth dropped open.
"No way... Is this ? This is totally a woman's body! My face looks different, and I'm shorter too." A stunning woman stared back at him.
Long silver-white hair shimred in the morning light, cascading over her shoulders. Her erald green eyes were wide with shock, frad by long lashes.
Her skin was flawless, glowing softly, untouched by dirt or injury, and her figure… Well, it was impossible to ignore.
Curves in all the right places, a narrow waist, full hips, and those sa large breasts that had him freaking out.
"I definitely didn't have these big, soft things before, either!"
"That… that's ?" he whispered, touching the mirror with trembling fingers. "I'm… a girl?"
"I am? How is this even possible!" she exclaid, the disbelief echoing in her voice as she continued to examine her transford body, and checked further below.
As the realization hit him like a second truck, his eyes widened even further. "Wait—what about down there?"
With trembling hands, he reached beneath the waistband of the pajamas. A second of silence passed. Then—
"It's gone… My—my Winky is gone!" he cried out, completely overwheld. "No way… This has to be so kind of nightmare."
But the more he looked, touched, and felt, the more undeniable the truth beca. He wasn't dreaming. This body was his now—hers, apparently.
"Still, my body to changed this much! How did I beco a girl?" Hands still shaking, she sat back down on the bed, staring down at her chest again.
"Ah, my boobs are so… soft, and big," she murmured, curiosity creeping in despite the shock. She gently cupped one breast again, testing the weight and shape. The feeling was strange—alien—but not unpleasant.
A warmth started to spread through her body as she lightly massaged them, her breath catching in her throat.
Her nipples grew stiff beneath the fabric, making the sensation even more intense. "This… feels kind of good?" she whispered, confused and flustered all over again.
Each touch seed to elicit a sense of newfound sensuality, where an unfamiliar sensation awaited.
There, beneath the luxurious pink pajamas, a fabric that held no familiarity in her mory.
Her touch on the now erect nipples sent shivers through her body, "When I massage them, I feel like my body getting warr."
It was sothing she couldn't quite comprehend. She felt a heap of Confusion set in as she massaged that area more, trying to decipher the mystery that clung to her body.
Looking back at the mirror, she noticed the frilly pink negligee she was wearing—it looked like sothing out of a fancy drama. It clung to her new curves like it was tailored for her, the satin fabric shimring slightly.
"I look like… a doll or sothing," she murmured, trying to process the image. "Did I… really beco a girl?"
mories of the web novels she used to read raced through her mind—stories of body-swapping, reincarnation, and gender-bending. They always seed like silly fiction before.
Now, she was living it.
She continued exploring her body, her fingers brushing over the tender, sensitive, swollen areas. Her breath hitched again.
"Aah…"
The soft, involuntary sound escaped her lips.
It was her voice—but not her voice. Sweet. Feminine. It made her heart race even more.
The odd sensation in her fingers beca a curious focal point in the attempt to understand any changes that happened to her.
As Su Yang continued to explore the unfamiliar body, panic and confusion set in. "This is too real. This can't be a dream."
She hugged her arms around herself, trying to stop the flood of emotions.
The softness of her skin, the way her body moved, the sound of her voice—everything pointed to the sa truth.
"I… I really beca a woman."
She stared at her reflection again, eyes wide with disbelief.
"I never even lost my virginity as a man… and now I've lost my whole identity." Her voice trembled. "I didn't even get to do anything… My little bro never even had a chance."
She sighed deeply, a mixture of confusion, sorrow, and awe washing over her.
"What the hell is happening to …"
She paused, blinking fast. "Okay, okay—focus. This is not the ti to be… doing that. What the hell is even going on!?"
And yet, her body tingled with every brush of her fingertips, responding in ways she didn't understand.
The lavish room, its gold-trimd curtains, velvet upholstery, and crystal-draped chandelier, felt like sothing out of a movie.
But instead of comforting her, the elegance only made Su Yang feel more out of place.
She had gone to sleep as a tired ga developer in a cramped apartnt and woken up in a stranger's body in what looked like a luxury suite… or maybe a royal bedroom.
The contrast between her old life and this new reality couldn't be more stark.
The weight of everything started to press down on her.
How did this happen? Why did it happen to her of all people? And most importantly, what was she supposed to do now?
She let out a shaky breath, hands still gently cupping the foreign curves on her chest. "I didn't even get to sleep with a girl before this," she whispered bitterly. "I don't even know what it feels like…"
A flash of curiosity crossed her mind, stirring beneath the swirl of emotions.
"Wait… if that part is gone, then what's there now?" She blinked. "I guess I could see what a girl really looks like down there... with my own eyes."
The thought was strange… more than strange… but also undeniably real, 'who doesn't want to check it, moreover, I never had a chance before.'
With that comforting thought in her mind, fighting the surge of emotions, she decided to explore further.
She shook her head, trying to stay grounded. "So I can touch boobs and other parts at anyti I want now? I an… this body's seriously cute. I'm a cute girl now. What the hell has my life beco?"
Dragging her feet toward the dresser, Su Yang opened one of the drawers.
Inside were rows of neatly arranged costics—lipsticks, powders, creams, and perfus.
Everything scread elegance and femininity. There were also hairpins, silk gloves, and shiny accessories that looked expensive.
She stared at them blankly, still trying to make sense of it all.
The mirror showed her a stranger—a stunning woman with silver hair and a gentle glow to her skin.
But sowhere in the back of her mind, that reflection was starting to feel… familiar. Like she'd always looked that way.
Even the soft, frilly negligee clinging to her new curves felt oddly fitting, like it belonged to her.
"Who is this woman… who am I now?"
She started scanning the room for answers. There were no photos, no phone, no obvious clues. Just luxurious decor and an unsettling silence.
And then—
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