Chapter 6: The pretty girl whose life was ruined(6)
TS stories split into two types.
Let’s call them “reality rewrite” and “comfort crew.” It’s about how the TS’d person is perceived.
In some, it’s like you were always a woman—ID cards, people’s memories, even your name, all rewritten. In others, the shock of TS comes with friends and family coddling you through it.
I think regression TS is a bit different, but that’s just my take.
I got the rewrite. The first thing I checked after my body changed was my ID card. A stranger’s ID number and the face I saw in the mirror stared back.
So, that’s me now.
I don’t remember what day it was. Sunday or Monday, maybe? Once weekly content’s done, days blur together.
It wasn’t a “woke up like this” thing. It was weirder. I was gaming, logged off, stretched, and… let out a weird moan. Kinda suggestive.
Arms stretched high, I froze. Then I noticed odd things. My chest… had a chest. Boobs, meant for feeding babies, jutting out below my line of sight. Round, mostly fat, perky hemispheres.
I thought it was a dream. Figured I’d dozed off at my desk mid-game, lucid dreaming. Wouldn’t be the first time—too absurd to be real.
But time passed, and it didn’t change.
Under the bathroom’s flickering, reddish incandescent bulb, or the motion-sensor light at the entrance that randomly turns on… it’s cliché, but my silver hair sparkled like the Milky Way. I tugged a few strands—still there.
Flawless limbs, no scars or freckles, and a face—gorgeous or cute, I don’t know, but definitely pretty—unchanged. I wasn’t Cinderella, magic fading at midnight.
I wasn’t used to this body and stumbled on the floor. Biting ice hurt my teeth. Pinching left red marks. A knife drew red blood.
Only after those small pains did I accept it. This alien flesh was mine.
I tried not to care.
Nothing would change, I thought. I wasn’t going outside where dangers lurk or meeting anyone. My life would stay the same.
Bras hurt without wearing one, so I bought one. I ate mara-tang, never tried before… those felt foreign, but I thought nothing essential changed. I thought I knew myself. My identity was intact, so what’s the difference?
「New Mail – 1」
「Sender: Myuk」
Guess not.
「Tell me if something’s up, I’ll help」
After cooling my anger, I logged into my main in Arksha Online. No choice—gotta clear dailies, even if I’m dying.
A letter was waiting. Just one line, but heavy.
I checked my friends list—Myuk was still online. They usually log off around midnight, but with the big update and tomorrow being Sunday, maybe not.
I was about to check the market and message them, but Myuk whispered first.
「Myuk: Yo」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Yo… what’s with the letter??」
「Myuk: You okay?」
「Myuk: What’s this about netkama?」
Uh, well, uh…
「(Whisper)Myuk: Just kidding」
「Myuk: ;;」
「Myuk: Not just that」
「(Whisper)Myuk: ?」
「Myuk: What’s with ‘life’s screwed’?」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Not like it suddenly got screwed…」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Just, like, more screwed」
I know I’m not the most rational person, but I’m not completely blind to perspective.
I’m not about to end up on the streets. I haven’t suddenly crashed so hard I’d cling to someone whining.
「Myuk: I’m just a 2-mil-a-month loser myself」
「Myuk: But if you’re really broke, say so」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Why’re you like this」
Myuk’s acting weird today.
We’ve been game buddies for about five years. I don’t know their name or age, just that they’re a gaming nut. They probably know the same about me.
「Myuk: First time」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Huh」
「Myuk: You didn’t notice?」
What. What the…
「Myuk: I mean…」
「Myuk: You only ever talk about the game」
「Myuk: Then suddenly ‘life’s screwed’」
「Myuk: Anyone would worry ;」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Uh…」
「(Whisper)Myuk: I really said that?」
「Myuk: Yup」
「Myuk: Oh」
「Myuk: You did mention life stuff three times」
「(Whisper)Myuk: ??」
Huh.
If they say I did, I guess I did, but it’s weird.
「Myuk: Eating, sleeping」
「Myuk: Jerking off」
「(Whisper)Myuk: No way」
「Myuk: Wednesday, you said you were off to jerk」
「Myuk: So what happened in two days」
「Myuk: Spill it」
Wednesday…
I didn’t lie to Myuk. I mean, uh, yeah… a few days ago, before bed…
Yeah.
Yeah…
I mean, I’m this pretty, cute, busty girl now. It’d be weird not to, right? It’s normal, isn’t it…
Anyway.
「(Whisper)Myuk: It’s not a big deal」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Just some changes in life」
「Myuk: Got a job?」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Nah ;」
「Myuk: Okay ;」
It’s really not a big deal. If I can’t pay my card bill, I’ll just default once. It won’t kill me.
Or I could finance something like an iPad, sell it unopened on the secondhand market, and nearly break even. If I snag a hot deal, I might lose nothing.
Worst case, I could sell my main’s cosmetic items. Absolute last resort.
I grind dailies on autopilot while mulling it over… and ask Myuk, who’s unusually still online.
「(Whisper)Myuk: What if」
「Myuk: Yo」
Not AFK, they reply instantly.
「(Whisper)Myuk: Something happens that’s totally against your common sense」
「Myuk: Yo」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Not bad, but」
「(Whisper)Myuk: If it’s confusing, what would you do?」
「Myuk: ? What’re you on about」
「Myuk: Don’t say ‘it’s nothing’」
「Myuk: That’s such a red flag」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Whoops」
How’d they know?
「(Whisper)Myuk: It’s really not bad」
「Myuk: Stop that」
「(Whisper)Myuk: lololol」
Myuk goes quiet for a while.
I drag my sleepy body through dailies and push Apallan’s story quests. They’re so damn boring. The crashed silver market looms in my mind.
Instead of the patched-together, nonsense story, I look at my hand. Pale, slender, elegant fingers. Even mashing the keyboard, it looks like a pianist’s.
Can’t look away, really.
「Myuk: Still no clue what’s up」
Myuk replies after ages.
「Myuk: But if it’s that kind of change」
「Myuk: Isn’t it good?」
「(Whisper)Myuk: Yup, didn’t say I hated it」
I smile faintly. First time today, I think.
「(Whisper)Myuk: Off to jerk」
「Myuk: Bye」
*
They say existence precedes essence. It’s true.
As long as I exist as a pretty girl, my old male self is irrelevant. I decide to accept this change, not brush it off like growing nails.
After soaking my sheets again today, I resolve once more.
To make money with my appearance without leaving home… streaming’s the best bet. Nothing else comes to mind.
Selling lewd photos or cam shows is illegal. I’m not getting dragged to the police station. Making a few bucks just to pay fines? No thanks. It’s supposedly low-risk, but not safe.
No other ideas. I googled “pretty girl money-making” out of desperation—nothing useful.
What’s a good stream title?
Streamers and YouTubers say the start’s the hardest. Getting the first 100 or 1,000 subscribers is tougher than anything after.
A catchy, attention-grabbing title… I think and decide.
“Screwed Life Pretty Girl”
Nothing better than that.