New Ride, New Problems
After getting dressed again and leaving the warehouse, she walked to the side of the highway, a little distance from the warehouse building.
[Do you want to get your new motorcycle, sir?]
"Oh, there's a motorcycle?" Samantha asked.
[It's in dimensional storage. Please say "dimensional storage" in your head.]
"Dimensional storage,"
"Bwooom!" A holographic screen reappeared in front of Samantha's face. She immediately read the text:
Dimensional storage:
Elixir x 1.
Identity map data x 1.
Honda RC213V-S motorcycle + jacket + full-face helmet x 1.
[Please tap the text to retrieve it.]
Samantha tapped the "Honda RC213V-S Motorcycle" text on the list. "Bwooom!Thud!" Suddenly, a black Honda RC213V-S motorcycle appeared in front of Samantha, complete with a helmet and jacket.
"W-wow.... I get something like this just by dying once?" Samantha asked.
[That's right, sir. The driver's license, vehicle registration, ownership certificate, and purchase receipt are in the seat. Please take them.]
Samantha opened the seat compartment. She took out the driver's license, vehicle registration, ownership certificate, and the purchase receipt from the showroom. Then she retrieved her map from dimensional storage and put them all together. After putting the map back, she put on the jacket, placed her smartphone on the dashboard displaying the route, and put on her helmet. "Vroooom!" She started the engine, and "Brrm!" the motorcycle began moving down the road.
"Good thing when I was still Samuel, I could ride a motorcycle," Samantha thought to herself.
*****
Meanwhile, at the hospital, "Thud!" several people entered the morgue. "Click!" A nurse turned on the lights. It turned out to be Robert, Melissa, Derek, and a doctor.
"As you can see, your son's body is gone. It seems someone stole the corpse," the doctor said.
"Who stole my son's body, doctor? How could they steal someone's body in a heavily guarded hospital like this?" Robert asked, trying to remain calm.
"The hospital staff has reported this incident to the police who handled your son's case yesterday, and they are investigating it. We will find out who stole your son's body soon. As for how, we are conducting an internal investigation because the security at the front is very tight, and it's impossible for anyone to get in at night like this," the doctor explained.
Melissa and Derek turned to look at Robert, who looked furious. His hands were clenched, and his face was starting to turn red with anger.
"Outrageous! Who would be so heartless to steal Samuel's body, and what are they going to do with it? (He turned to the doctor) I told you my son died messing with someone else and had an accident, falling from the 12th floor. The police forced an autopsy. Now what? Who's going to take responsibility?!" Robert roared.
"Dad... calm down, remember your high blood pressure," Melissa said, holding Robert's hand.
"Yeah, Dad, just leave it to the police," Derek added.
"Huh,"
Robert immediately turned and walked out of the room. Melissa and Derek looked at the doctor whose stood stiff in front of them and apologized on behalf of an angry Robert. After that, they left the room to catch up with Robert. As they walked,
"Sis Mel, isn't this good for us?" Derek asked.
"Shhh! Don't talk about our business here, Dad's around," Melissa whispered.
"Okay, okay. Come to my apartment tomorrow, Sis. We'll celebrate. This way, our inheritance is safe, hehe," Derek said.
"Shhh! I said later, what's wrong with you?" Melissa retorted.
"Hey, what are you two talking about, hurry up!" Robert yelled from ahead.
"Y-yes, Dad," Melissa and Derek replied in unison.
*****
Meanwhile, Samantha had arrived at the dorm that was her new place. She parked her motorcycle inside the building and walked upstairs, following her room number on the key ring. When she reached her door, she hesitantly unlocked it. "Click," the lock opened, and "Creak," Samantha stepped inside. Her eyes widened as she saw how neat the dorm room was. She closed the door and began to look around.
A bookshelf filled with her favorite books was mounted on the left wall. On the right, there was a bed with cute pink fluffy sheets. She walked to the closet and opened it. Many different types of clothes hung neatly inside, but when she opened the drawer,
"Whuaaaaah,"
She saw a row of neatly packed bras and underwear stacked perfectly in the drawer. "Thud!" She immediately slammed the drawer shut and turned to the mirror mounted on the inside of the closet door. Once again, she examined her beautiful face, her sexy body, and everything about her.
"I really am a girl now, huh," she said, touching her cheeks, chest, and stomach.
Suddenly, her mind recalled the sensation she felt in the warehouse, the sensation of a woman's body during intercourse. Her face instantly turned red with anger and shame. She hugged her trembling body and started breaking out in a cold sweat just remembering it.
"Grrrrrrr..... I refuse to experience something like that again. I'd rather fall from a building than die from being assaulted like that again," Samantha thought to herself.
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She cleaned her tongue with her hand, remembering the "stick" that was forced into her mouth. Then she closed her closet, not wanting to see her own face. Finally, she sat on the edge of the bed, still hugging her body, and tears began to fall.
"Even if my body recovered, it's my feelings... I'm a guy, and I was treated like that. Plus, I also felt the pain of being a girl. Now I'm a mess. My mind is completely tangled. I'm allergic to women, and now I hate men. What am I now?" Samantha cried in her heart, looking down and hugging herself.
[It's all your own fault, sir.]
"Huh... what do you mean?" Samantha asked.
[The nurse offered you to stay in her dorm for one night because it's dangerous for a woman to go home alone at night, especially without anything or underwear, but you insisted on going home, didn't you?]
"Grrrrr.... I'm a guy. For guys, it usually doesn't matter what time they go out," Samantha retorted.
[But you are not a man now, sir. Please understand and remember that you are now a woman.]
"If that's the case, why didn't you warn me?" Samantha asked.
[Because if something leads you to death, of course, I will let you die first, and I will work to give you rewards. Like my name, the more often you die, the happier you will be.]
"Grrrrr.... you damn system!" Samantha cursed.
[Thank you for the compliment, sir. Please take the elixir from dimensional storage and drink it.]
"I wasn't complimenting you!" Samantha said, annoyed.
Samantha opened her dimensional storage and tapped the "elixir" text. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in her palm, forming a beautiful bottle with purple liquid inside. After the bottle formed and the light disappeared, she opened the cap and smelled it.
"How does it taste?" Samantha asked, hesitant to drink it.
[Like syrup, sir.]
"It won't kill me, right?" Samantha asked, doubtful.
[Of course not, sir. It will even cure you, though gradually.]
"Gulp," Samantha swallowed. With a pounding heart, she brought the bottle to her mouth and, "Glup...glup," she drank it, closing her eyes.
"Phew!" After finishing the elixir, she stared at the bottle.
[Isn't it good, sir?]
"Hmm, yeah, it's pretty good (suddenly holding her head) b-but why am I dizzy?" Samantha asked.
[Like most medicines, you will feel sleepy after drinking it.]
"Huh... you bastard... why didn't you just say..." "Thud!" Before Samantha could finish speaking in her head, she had already fallen asleep on her bed.