Chapter 1.
Transformed into a girl.
Uggh.
By you felt a throbbing in her head as though it were on the verge of exploding.
Yes.
She groggly opened her eyes.
A pristine white ceiling came into view.
H.
When did I fall asleep? By you shifted slightly, but upon taking in her surroundings, she froze in astonishment.
A wave of unfamiliarity washed over her.
She found herself in a small room of less than 50 square meters furnished with a desk, chair, laptop, air conditioning unit, and a bathroom.
All the essentials were present.
Several takeout boxes and remnants of instant noodles lay scattered on the table, reminiscent of her dormatory from her previous life.
This was not her home.
Where was she? Bayou rubbed her temples, attempting to recall the events leading up to this moment.
She distinctly remembered getting into a scuffle with a few school bullies.
then inadvertently falling into a nearby open sewer who was so inscrupulous as to steal the manhole cover from the street as she plunged into the depths of the sewer.
All she could feel was the overwhelming depth of the water.
The filthy water quickly engulfed her head and she choked on several mouthfuls of the noxious liquid.
Its stench unbearable far worse than the unfortunate experience of Old Ba with his aioli snack.
And then everything went dark.
Her memories abruptly ceased and the throbbing pain returned to so am I dead or upon waking up in this strange place.
She noted the July heat wrapped in a heavy comforter while the air conditioning was set to a chilling 16°.
Raising her head to observe her surroundings, a strand of hair slipped from behind her ear, causing her pupils to constrict.
White hair.
How did I become an old man? Wait, why is my hair so long? Bayou exclaimed in surprise.
Her voice unexpectedly melodious and feminine, she abruptly sat up, causing the comforter to slide off her chest and instantly felt a chill in the room, realizing her bosom was now prominent.
Puffed blood gushed from her nose, she had inexplicably transformed into a girl.
How could this be? Surely I must be dreaming.
It wasn't until she felt the cool soft sensation of her hands that she reluctantly lifted the comforter once more, her face flushing crimson to the roots of her neck.
What pristine white bedding hastily covered herself again and lay back down.
Her breathing quickened as she struggled to calm herself.
Never did she imagine that the plot twist she often read about in novels would manifest in her own life, especially the part where she inexplicably inhabited the body of a girl.
Why must I be thrust into the life of a female? Oh, the indignity of it all by, yes, illustrious name, tarnished.
Woe is me.
Unable to resist, she peaked beneath the covers once more and suddenly thought perhaps being a girl isn't so bad after all.
He h I in her previous life by you had come from modest background, was introverted, frail, and lacked friends.
Her academic performance lingering in mediocrity.
Upon entering high school, she had unwittingly offended certain individuals, leading to relentless bullying from the school's bullies, forcing her to endure in silence, unable to voice her frustrations.
Finally, pushed to the limits of endurance, she found herself embroiled in a confrontation with the school bullies by the roadside.
However, given her frail physique and the overwhelming numbers against her, she soon resorted to shielding her head with her arms.
Helplessly enduring the blows until in a misstep, she fell into the sewer below.
Tow her astonishment, she initially believed she had been rescued by someone only to discover that she was in fact drowning in the foul waters of the drain.
What a profound humiliation it was.
This body bore the same name as her own by you.
Once her initial shock subsided, a torrent of memories surged in her mind, revealing some fundamental information about her current existence.
Name by you, age 18 years, height 160 cm, weight 42 kg, measurements 825878.
As for the peculiar whiteness of her hair, Bayou could not ascertain the reason.
The female by you was an orphan and it might be attributed to genetic inheritance or perhaps a natural occurrence.
Being an orphan, the original owner of this body had relied on writing online novels to make ends meet.
Although the earnings were meager, they suffice for her subsistence.
Her novels were serialized on a platform called Tomato, reputedly home to readers of remarkable beauty and charming discourse.
What you inquire led to Bayest demise? She herself was at a loss, as her memories only revealed the final moments of her drifting into slumber, never to awaken again.
Could it be that she had succumbed to exhaustion from a night spent feverishly writing? How tragic, she mused, to have been an orphan all my life, only to abruptly vanish upon reaching adulthood.
But fear not, I shall live on in yourstead.
By you possessed a remarkable capacity for acceptance.
Fate had bestowed upon her a chance to start new, and she was determined to cherish it.
She grasped the mobile phone resting beside her pillow, deafly unlocking it.
The social media contacts were sparse, predominantly consisting of classmates.
Upon opening the messaging app, she discovered a fan group she had established with notifications set to silent, now boasting 99 unread messages.
Curiosity led her to delve into the chat.
Inside, the group members were engaged in a fervent battle of memes populated with panda avatars and risk images.
Bayou felt indifferent, finding no pertinent information and promptly exited the chat.
The two worlds seemed almost indistinguishable.
Perhaps this was what one might call a parallel universe.
With the phone now silenced, she lay on a bed, her gaze vacant.
Well, having transitioned into a female form, it was only fitting to familiarize herself with her new body.
Was it not? Time passed and on the soft blue single bed by yes fair and smooth thigh rested outside the covers.
Her legs securely clutching the blanket.
At that moment she pondered the philosophies of life and the principles of quantum mechanics.
Point one thought dominated her mind.
How delightful it was to be a girl.
Bayou reflected on this, glancing at her phone to check the time.
It was now 11 in the morning and the outside temperature reached a staggering 39°.
After a bout of light exercise, she felt a twinge of hunger.
Bayou surveyed the pile of clothes at the foot of her bed, deciding she should dawn something one cannot remain unclad indefinitely.
Moreover, which normal girl would sleep in the nude? With a hint of bashfulness, she slipped into her undergarments, struggling for a considerable time to fasten the buttons at the back.
Next, she adorned herself with a pleated skirt and picked up a white sailor style top.
Why does this outfit feel a tad small? Once dawned, her enviable figure was undeniably accentuated.
Bayou slipped on a pair of white kneeh high socks that gracefully reached her calves, yet they persistently slid down, forming unsightly bunches as if they had not been properly adjusted.
After several feudal attempts to rectify this, she resigned herself to the reality of the situation.
With her legs draped over the edge of the bed, she gazed at her petite feet adorned in white socks.
These feet are so small, they are even smaller than my hands.
Upon extending her hand, she was struck by the realization that her hands too were dimminitive.
Ah, how careless of her to forget that she had traversed into another realm.
She then retrieved a pair of black leather shoes, carelessly kicked aside beneath the bed, and upon inspection discovered they were a mere size 36th.
After dawning the shoes, Bayou descended from the bed and approached a fulllength mirror, an essential fixture in every young lattice abode.
As she scrutinized her reflection, her long white hair appeared somewhat disheveled with a few rebellious strands sticking up.
Her delicate fair visage was undeniably more enchanting than even the most beautiful girl from her previous live school.
Clad in a white sailor uniform paired with a white and blue pleated skirt.
She radiated an aura of youthful exuberance.
I in her past life had lacked the courage to even converse with girls of such beauty.
Yet here she was witnessing the manifestation of her daydreams in this new existence.
This was indeed her ideal type.
She reveled in her reflection.
Alas, what a shame that this is me such a pity.
TK tiske tsk.
Chapter 2.
Scythe crystal and castle to reward herself.
By you resolved to order a delectable meal from a delivery service.