The compensation for the loss was not enough to feel regret.
Tilted.
Sway… sway…
“Umm…”
Silver hair sways in the direction it shakes its head.
This chest, which moves in all directions to match the shaking, is definitely a body part that I didn’t have before.
“I don’t know which ‘me’ is male or female, though.”
Like a disease… or surgery… It wasn’t just the body that changed realistically.
To be exact… it seems like the world around me has changed.
How did I know? Because the shampoo in the bathroom was different.
I wanted to protect my hair despite having no means, so I used expensive beer yeast shampoo, though I hadn’t even lost hair.
What was placed in front of the mirror when I went to check it was rose-scented women’s shampoo.
Since it’s logically deducible, there’s no change in my hair or intelligence…
“Ugh…?!”
A sharp headache.
When did I feel it? The dullness when I stepped on soap and fell to the ground.
Someone messed with my head, putting unfamiliar memories, not the ones of male Kang Suhyun.
“___!…!”
No scream came out, only my small mouth moved.
I barely touched my forehead to the cold bathroom wall and collapsed, kneeling for a while.
“Ha… ha…”
Tears, which I don’t even know when I shed, flowed down my cheeks. The saliva from my mouth soaked the women’s pajamas.
“Even though the gender is different… life is almost the same, right?”
The pain just now is frustrating.
I lay on the bed blankly, staring at the ceiling.
It’s empty. It’s frustrating. What is this…!
“No… That. Shouldn’t something be different? At least like friendships or something…”
After groaning in pain leaning against the bathroom wall for a long time, the result is this.
The only thing that’s different is that I turned into a silver-haired, blue-eyed, beautiful girl. There’s almost nothing else changed in my life, right?
What was that headache for…!?
Rustling.
The newly issued resident registration card sparkles in my hand.
Information about Kang Suhyun, defined neatly in black ink.
[Kang Suhyun ]
“Damn…”
The name is still Kang Suhyun. Only the resident registration number has changed.
It was already a gender-neutral name, and I had received quite a bit of misunderstanding, so it doesn’t matter.
…But how can the photo for the ID look this pretty? When I was a man, I looked terrible.
Since there’s no makeup at all, does it mean the natural version is overwhelming?
Hmm. Anyway, although the design of the credit card changed a little, the money in my account matches exactly.
Other things that have changed or are important in my memories…
Two reality friends… One more has been added.
Orphan without mom and dad, that’s still the same.
Same mom, but a different brother has been created, and he’s living abroad…
Working as an illustrator… and even the number of followers is the same.
“Hmm…”
WhitePalette. My only social media activity.
My small hobby of drawing and posting characters from works I like or that are popular.
And it’s also an advertisement to promote my existence and attract clients.
There are no works with a female focus in the ones I posted. In fact, it seems like I drew more male-oriented ones than when I was a man.
Since I didn’t reveal any personal information, people asked a lot if I was a woman.
I didn’t answer, and just drew a bunch of revealing female characters.
Alright. These detailed parts match… and female Kang Suhyun is also a middle school dropout. The difference is that she dropped out of high school.
But the result is the same, making it hard to get a job.
Huh. But it’s not like she just dropped out… she dropped out because she was bullied in high school.
Without saying a word, girls, drawn to her overwhelming appearance, probably tried to get close, but she turned them down because she was shy.
Afterward, she quietly kept drawing behind the scenes, but the influential girls in the group led to her being ostracized.
It’s the typical story in manga. Who would’ve thought such a thing actually exists.
She didn’t speak to Kim Gyu-seok since they went to different schools, so their relationship grew distant early in high school.
Well, at least she didn’t get involved with Kim Gyu-seok. He’s not an idol level like me, but he’s a model of sorts.
Besides Kim Gyu-seok, whether male or female, she had been confessed to but rejected them all.
“Phew. At least I have no dating experience… Though the reasons are a little different from when I was a man.”
It’s not that she couldn’t date, she just didn’t. It’s the first time I believe such a face.
But really, she never dated…
Maybe because the scariest part has been resolved, I let out a sigh and started searching through my wardrobe.
I guess I still have no interest in dressing up, just like when I was a man.
There was no sign of any variable among the mountain of clothes.
“Tracksuit… tracksuit… knit… hoodie… hoodie…”
The repetition of tracksuit, knit, and hoodie in black, white, and gray.
There are nine different types of clothing stacked in the closet.
The only difference from when I was a man is probably the stockings and underwear…
“…You wear something this big?”
The bras are all in dull colors, but the sizes make no sense.
In anime, this would probably be an E-cup? F-cup?
Hmm, I’m probably around the mid-160s in height? Doesn’t feel that big though.
My waist is slim, and my arms and legs are so thin that any man would instantly know they could break them.
But the chest… the chest… If something is on the top of my foot, would it be visible?
Curiosity piqued, my eyes naturally lowered, and I saw two full moons floating beneath the white cloth.
“Hmm. Not visible.”
As expected, my foot wouldn’t be seen unless I moved my chest out of the way.
Instead of my foot, I could see the small bear character’s face drawn on the center of my pajamas, stretched like a rugby ball.
It looks like someone’s grabbing its nose and pulling… its face is all twisted.
Ah… um…
“Sorry…”
In some famous writer’s novel, the protagonist said that no one could harm a woman’s breasts.
But my chest seems quite different from that character.
This bear, for some reason, looks painful…
I quickly tore my eyes away from my chest, feeling a sense of guilt, and looked around my studio apartment.
Even when I was a man, I wasn’t that tall… Ah. The furniture size has changed.
“Well, I don’t think it will interfere with my daily life.”
The room’s location is the same, and the layout hasn’t changed except for the color of the furniture.
If I were to nitpick, the canned coffees have changed from espresso to latte or macchiato, and the potato chip bags are now truffle-flavored.
Well, I expected my taste would change.
As a woman, I once had an experience of spitting all the espresso I ordered onto my friend’s face out of curiosity.
‘Sigh. I told you not to order this, Suhyun.’
A cold expression suits a blonde with dyed hair—Jiwoo.
One of the few differences between me and the female Kang Suhyun… No. There are quite a few differences.
Anyway, she wasn’t someone related to me when I was a man.
Looking at the memories, Jiwoo was the person who would sigh and help out the naive and sweet Kang Suhyun.
She was the only one who cared for and cheered me up on the day I was bullied. She’d get embarrassed when I thanked her…
A bit of a tsundere big sister vibe?
“So you have a boyfriend.”
Maybe I would have felt regret if I were still in my old body…
But now, I can’t do anything, and I’m not interested in love between women anymore.
As for men? Ugh. I’d rather throw up at the thought of a relationship or love with men. But I don’t want to do anything like that with women either.
Usually, protagonists who agonize over this kind of thing always end up corrupted…
“Well. I guess I’ll just live and see.
If signs of corruption appear due to hormones, I could just take male hormone pills, right?
It’s funny how the protagonists in TS novels were so terrified of this.
“Hmm… No big upcoming events or memories…”
I searched through my memories as a woman, but there’s nothing urgent I need to do.
I didn’t go crazy spending money on merchandise like I did when I was a man, so I’m financially stable.
As a woman, I probably didn’t waste or donate the money my brother sent me, considering there are luxury goods at home.
Maybe after I finish fiddling with my phone, I’ll get back to being an illustrator when it’s time to make money…
Anyway, the existence of Kang Suhyun hasn’t really rested much, so taking a good nap wouldn’t be too bad.
“Ah… this is heaven…”
I was about to binge-watch some VTubers while lying in the fluffy bed.
Ding!
A notification popped up under my finger as I was about to click YouTube.
“An email? I only accept work requests through the site…”
[Hello, WhitePalette. This is Hanasaki Yui. I’m using the avatar you made for the virtual… ]
Ah, looks like someone’s debuting.
I’ve designed virtual avatars a few times. The job is tough, but the pay is so good, it was quite rewarding.
Hanasaki Yui… a short blonde girl with green eyes, designed around the concept of a flower spirit. I remember her.
Yeah. How did she end up?
With a somewhat subdued feeling, I clicked the email.
[… I’ve passed the virtual idol audition for Lumilive’s 1st batch! It’s a large-scale project by the 1.15 million subscriber YouTuber, KillogNote, and it looks like I’ll succeed now! Thank you for creating such a pretty avatar! – Hanasaki Yui]
“…Huh?”
My life, which never had any luck.
A miracle happened.