Ugh, it all sounded so tedious.
From thoroughly cleaning private parts after using the toilet and keeping the stomach warm, to using not just shampoo but also conditioner and treatment for hair washing, down to the method of blow-drying, all sorts of feminine common sense was forced into me, but almost nothing stuck in my head.
Of course, after several trips to the bathroom, I did understand one thing: post-toilet cleanup is indeed necessary.
Exhaustion washed over me as I lay down in bed.
No wonder, considering everything that had happened since morning.
I checked my phone before sleep and found the messenger flooded with messages.
Only Si-hyun would do this.
Most were messages worrying about me.
I replied that things were resolved and turned off the phone.
Though I started worrying about tomorrow, I was so tired I fell straight asleep.
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Ugh... I woke up later than expected. My phone was off, so I missed the alarm.
I hurriedly turned it on to check the time, it was past eight.
I grabbed some underwear and headed to the bathroom to wash up.
While undressing, the naked body in the mirror startled me.
Ah, right, I’m a woman now! Even though I knew, it still hit me anew. I pretended not to care and started showering. Mom said to use conditioner and treatment on my hair, but I skipped it, too much hassle.
While showering, my hands brushed against different parts of my body, and I noticed again how soft female skin felt.
After washing, I tried drying off with a towel, but the rough texture felt strange.
Whether female bodies were more sensitive or my strength had increased, it actually hurt, so I switched to patting myself dry gently.
Once dry, the mirror reflected a smooth, flat stomach, so this is a female body?
Honestly, as a virgin with zero experience with women, I had no clue.
The shower took twice as long as usual. When I stepped out, I ran straight into Oppa.
“You crazy woman?”
He cursed at me out of nowhere.
“What?”
I was confused, watching him sharply turn his face away.
“Hey, psycho! Put some clothes on when you come out!”
I looked down and realized I was only wearing panties, haphazardly drying my hair with a towel.
My upper body was completely exposed.
“Ah! Sorry.”
I used the hair towel to barely cover my chest and ran back to my room.
I could still hear Oppa cursing behind me, but I ignored it.
I threw on some clothes and gulped down milk for breakfast, then saw Mom fully dressed and ready.
“You’re going out like that?”
I checked my outfit: loose hoodie, sweatpants, and an oversized padded jacket over it. Looked fine to me.
The first place Mom took me to, early in the morning, was the lingerie section of a department store.
I shrank back at the overwhelming display of bras and panties, but Mom dragged me inside. Measurements showed my bra size was 70E.
Mom quickly picked a few items and tossed them to me:
“Try these on.”
I wanted to refuse, but her glare shut me down, so I went into the fitting room.
Changing panties was easy, but the bra was hard.
I’d learned a little from Mom yesterday, but this was my first time putting one on myself.
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After struggling for a while, I finally got it on, feeling both strangely comfortable and restrained.
When I came out, Mom had already picked over a dozen sets and was paying, most were frilly and lacy styles that made my head spin. The ones she gave me earlier were plain; it was all a setup!
I whispered a protest:
“Mom… isn’t this too much?”
“You’ll get used to it. It’s normal.”
The shelves were indeed filled with that kind of stuff, with almost no plain options to be found.
Resigned to my fate, I became my mother's dress-up doll, ending up with even my outdoor clothes and shoes swapped for new purchases from the mall.
I reluctantly chose the least stressful combination: skinny jeans with a sweater, but the reflection in the mirror looked even more feminine than this morning.
"Sigh... I guess I'll just have to get used to it."
After all, I'd never heard of a Transformation Awakener being able to return to their original form.
I accepted once again that I had become female.
Just then, the Status Panel suddenly appeared:
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[Jeong Si-yeon]
Strength: |D| Agility: |D|
Stamina: |D| Intelligence: |D|
Mana: |D| Femininity: |F|
Awakening Ability - Feminization
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......?
I was stunned.
Because the "Femininity" stat level had increased.
Could it be...? No way? Please no!
Please go back down!
It's not like leveling up gives any performance bonuses anyway... I shouldn't worry about it.
I composed myself.
No more running away. Time to think calmly. What exactly changed between yesterday's me and today's me?
No, more accurately, what's been different since this morning?
The answer was simple.
Everything from underwear to outerwear had become women's products.
Could it be that this stat value changes according to my level of feminization?
"Oh dear."
But obsessing over it was pointless.
After all, who knows if there's any benefit to having that so-called Femininity stat increased?
So I stopped thinking about it and temporarily shelved the question in a corner of my memory.
While I was spacing out, my mother had already picked out nearly twenty outfits in different styles.
Dresses, skirts, pants - the variety was ridiculous. The money spent at the department store today probably exceeded three million won.
Even though they were all clothes for me, just having five comfortable sets to rotate would have been plenty.
"This might be too much."
Even my mother realized she'd gone overboard.
I checked the time - we'd already been at the department store for two hours.
"It's noon already. I need to go register as an Awakened. What about you, Mom?"
"I should take these clothes home. This is a good chance to organize your closet."
"Ah! Don't throw out my comfortable clothes!"
My mother headed toward the parking lot with all the shopping bags while I parted ways with her at the mall entrance and walked toward the Awakened Welfare Center.
It wasn't far from the department store. I planned to take a leisurely stroll, but passersby kept giving me strange looks.
Especially the men - their gazes felt like they were glued to me.
Suppressing my discomfort, I quickened my pace.
Suddenly - whoosh - a figure dropped from the sky and landed right in front of me.
"Yah!"
I couldn't believe I'd made such a girly scream. The figure caught me as I nearly fell.
"Whoa! That was totally a girl's scream."
The person who caught me was my Oppa.
"You psycho!"
"I came to pick you up since you might be late."
Damn... if you're going to pick someone up, do it normally. Why jump down from the sky out of nowhere, you lunatic.
"Shall we go?"
Before I could answer, he wrapped one arm around my waist and we shot upward.
Holy shiiit!!!
"Help meee!!"
I let out another embarrassing soprano scream.
This crazy Oppa carried me with one hand while leaping through the city skyline, occasionally using things like traffic lights as stepping stones.
There was no other way to describe it except incredibly fast.
By the time I regained my senses, we were standing in front of the Awakened Welfare Center.
"Ugh..."
"Fun, right?"
I really wanted to curse at him but didn't dare.
The place was crawling with other Hunters and Awakened. If I cursed out my famous Oppa here, it'd probably end up online immediately.
I had no choice but to obediently follow him inside.
Oppa bypassed the regular service counters and took me straight up via the staff elevator. A group of attendants had been waiting on the target floor for some time.
What followed was VIP treatment - from filling out various forms to fingerprint verification. The process was tedious but incredibly efficient.
I spotted numerous gender change application forms mixed in the paperwork pile. Seems Oppa had already made arrangements.
I signed without bothering to read the details, and the staff immediately sprang into action.
There wasn't much required from my side, and I was soon escorted to a lounge. The moment I sat down, drinks appeared - having a capable Oppa sure was convenient.
While he stepped out to take a call, I checked my phone.
Si-hyun had sent over a dozen unread messages, mostly complaining about being dragged into manual labor by my brother this morning.
Though unclear what hardships he'd endured, I replied briefly:
= Doing Awakening registration
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-Okay
= So what happened to you?
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-Nothing much
= Then why the whining?
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-Sorry, I'm registering as a Hunter today
= Oh right, my brother mentioned sponsoring gear
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-Yeah
= Yours too
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-Yeah cancer
= Why write cancer?
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-Your brother said it
Seems that guy's being unusually considerate.
The thought of my usually dismissive brother suddenly being so thoughtful made me snort with laughter.
After closing the chat window, I opened my usual Awakened forums and Hunter boards.
Checking the trending topics, the first featured post I saw was about my brother:
[Crimson Yaksha parading around with some girl]
Crimson Yaksha... My S-Class Hunter brother indeed had this ridiculously edgy nickname, supposedly earned from the crimson aura that enveloped him during battles.
Clicking with mixed feelings, the opening post featured a candid shot of me and my brother in front of the welfare center.
Thankfully the photo was too blurry to make out faces, but the angle cleverly emphasized my chest curve.
The comments were even more colorful:
Typical S-Class always has girls like this around
└ Damn those are some tits lol
└ So jealous
└ Actually dying
└ Why don't I get girls?
└ S-Class must be living the dream
└ Milk jugs are insane
└ I bow to those breasts
└ Are those red contacts even real on a Korean?
For fuck's sake... The main post wasn't particularly noteworthy, but the comment section left a bad taste in my mouth.
Though I often posted similar comments myself, being on the receiving end felt utterly disgusting.
I immediately hit the back button.
Ah, suddenly my head started throbbing.
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