"Yawn..."
Warm sunlight filtered across his face. A gentle breeze stirred the grass around him.
"Hmm?" Natsuki blinked, shielding his eyes with one hand. "Where... am I?"
He was lying in an open field of vibrant green grass, under a clear blue sky with clouds drifting lazily above. The scent of flowers and something crisp, fresh—like spring water—floated on the wind.
"The air's... really good," he mumbled, sitting up slowly.
He looked around.
Wide plains stretched in all directions, dotted with patches of trees and rolling hills. No buildings. No roads. No signs of a city or park.
Still, the atmosphere felt peaceful, almost serene. Like one of those quiet morning walks in the countryside. Maybe this was some big nature park on the edge of town?
"Ugh... did I get drunk and pass out during that hanami party or something...?"
Grumbling, Natsuki got to his feet, brushing off his pants—but paused. Wait. These... weren't his clothes.
He looked down at himself.
A short, frilly white shirt that hung off his shoulders slightly. A leather belt cinched at the waist. Bare feet. His limbs looked slimmer than usual. Delicate. His skin—way too pale and flawless.
"The hell…?"
He stumbled toward a small puddle nearby, the only reflective surface in sight. Kneeling beside it, he stared into the water.
Big, round eyes. Thick lashes. Soft pink lips. His face—
"W-Wha—?!"
The person staring back at him was… a girl. No—someone who looked like a girl. Long silvery hair tumbled over narrow shoulders. Smooth cheeks. Slender neck.
"What the hell is this?!" Natsuki yelped, clutching his face.
In a panic, his hands shot down to his crotch. He fumbled through the pant and underclothes until—
"…Oh. Oh thank god."
He exhaled in relief. "Still there. I'm still a guy. Just… a very, very girly-looking one."
His heart pounded. He sat back on the grass, dazed. "Okay… okay, what the hell is going on? Is this a dream? A prank? Some weird VR thing?"
But the sunlight felt warm. The wind was real. The soft thrum of magic in the air—wait, magic?
"Am I… summoned to another world?" Natsuki murmured, blinking at the bright sky.
A beat of silence.
"…For real!?"
His brain caught up a second too late.
"YEAHHH!!! ISEKAI, BABY!!" he shouted, fist pumping into the air like a victorious anime protagonist. "Let's gooo—!"
But then reality set in.
"Wait... wait wait wait—"
He quickly patted himself down. "Do I still have my phone? Wallet? My lucky strap—?"
Nothing in his pants. Nothing in his side pockets. Then he reached up and checked the small chest pocket of the frilly tunic.
Squish... squish.
"…Huh?"
He froze. That… didn't feel like fabric.
Frowning, he gave it another curious squeeze.
Squish.
His brow twitched. "Hold on a second."
He slowly peeked down the front of his shirt—and almost recoiled.
Soft, pale skin. No muscle. Smooth and flat… but not completely. Two small mounds sat there, barely curved, but definitely there. At the center of each was a pale pink nipple.
"EHHHHH!!?"
Natsuki reeled back, face flushed.
"I-I got girlish nipples! Pink ones!! What the hell!?"
He stared at his chest in disbelief, poking at the soft tissue. "They're not even big! Just tiny and cute-looking... What's the point of giving me these if I can't even grope them properly!?"
He tugged at the shirt in frustration. "At least give me a real rack if I'm gonna be stuck like this! Let me feel something good, damn it!"
His voice echoed into the empty field.
Somewhere, a bird chirped in awkward silence.
"…I've really lost it," Natsuki mumbled, dropping onto his knees. "I got long hair, full lips, and now baby pink nipples. I look like a doll."
He ran a hand through his silvery hair again. The strands glided through his fingers like silk.
"Did I die? Was I cursed? Or did God just think it would be hilarious to throw me into a fantasy world looking like a soft girl?"
He sighed.
"…At least I still have my dick."
Still half in denial, Natsuki hesitated... then carefully reached down, tugging the waistband of his underwear just enough to peek inside.
"Please... please still be normal down there…"
He looked.
And froze.
"…"
A long moment of silence.
"…Damn it."
He slammed the waistband shut like he was trapping a bug.
"It's still small!" he shouted to the heavens. "Seriously?! I get isekai'd and they keep me fun-sized!?"
He clenched his fists. "Where's my eggplant-sized protagonist package?! At least give me a banana, or a bratwurst—hell, even a cucumber! But this? This is barely a pinky!"
Grumbling, he dropped his hands to his hips—and froze again.
"…Huh?"
He slid his palms over the curves of his waist. Way too smooth. Way too narrow. Then down to his thighs. His hips flared gently out. There was no definition. No muscle. Just soft, squishy flesh.
"…No way."
Dread bubbling in his chest, he slowly twisted around to get a better look at his ass.
Round. Plump. Firm enough to bounce coins off.
"D-Damn it…"
He looked away, cheeks burning. "Why do I have such a fuckable ass!?"
The soft grass beneath him did nothing to cool his rising embarrassment. His thighs were too close together. His voice was too light. His lips still felt weirdly full.
And to top it all off—he was painfully aware that anyone seeing him would just assume he was a cute girl with a boyish voice.
"This has to be some kind of punishment," he muttered. "Some karmic joke. I used to joke about traps and now I am one."
Then a sound—hoofbeats.
Natsuki blinked, glancing up the road.
A horse-drawn carriage was approaching slowly. At the reins was a man wearing rugged leather armor and a tired smile. Behind him, in the open wagon bed, were stacked crates and a bundle of traveling gear.
A merchant?
The man squinted in Natsuki's direction—then his eyes widened.
"…Oh no," Natsuki whispered. "Don't tell me—"
"Oi! You there, miss!" the man called out. "You alright?"
Natsuki slumped in the grass.
"…ah..."
( End Of Chapter )