Today is the day I finally get my leg-lengthening surgery.
At eighteen, I stand at 5'9"—which, in my country, might as well be considered short. Growing up, I was fat, lazy, and hit hard by COVID-19. My parents had to move because of financial problems, forcing me into a new school where I knew no one. I used to have friends… but after three years locked inside my room, I developed social anxiety. And in that new school, people mocked my appearance—my weight, my voice, everything.
One year ago, while mindlessly scrolling on TikTok, I stumbled onto looksmaxing. At first, I thought everyone in that community was shallow and obsessed. I kept scrolling, then—after gooning like a degenerate—I got hit with post-nut clarity. I opened the search bar again and saw my recommended videos… all looksmaxing.
And that was it. I fell into the rabbit hole and never climbed out.
Fast forward to today: I'm almost "ascended." If I'm being honest, I think I'm HTN—high tier normie. But my height kept me stuck at that level. So I made the decision:
I would get height surgery.
Yeah, you heard that right. I'm that insecure… and that far gone.
"How are you going to pay for it?"
Good question.
Three weeks ago, my parents won the lottery. After days of begging, crying, guilt-tripping, and more begging, they finally agreed.
And now here I am, recovering after surgery:
from 5'9" to 6'3".
Rehab was hell. My parents fought constantly—about money, about me, about why I did this. Screaming, crying, slamming doors. But today, finally, I was discharged.
We were walking out of the rehab center when their phone rang. An urgent business matter. My mom looked torn.
"Are you sure you'll be fine, darling?"
"Mom, I can take care of myself. I'm walking like a normal person again. Just leave the car with me."
After a minute, they reluctantly agreed.
When they drove away, I looked at my dad's car and smirked.
"Time to experience the 'Chad treatment.'"
I got in, started the engine, and the excitement took over. I hadn't driven in a year. My friend—the only guy I met in rehab who didn't treat me like a freak—texted me saying he got invited to a party with the popular crowd. He wanted me to come.
So I sped down the road, adrenaline pumping. I didn't even realize how fast I was going. I was too excited—too desperate to finally enjoy my new life.
Then I saw her.
A grandmother crossing the road.
My eyes widened.
"Shit—!"
I swerved. No barrier. No extra lane. No wall.
Just the edge of a mountain road.
The car broke through the side.
Weightlessness.
Silence.
Darkness.
Empty.
"Ah shit… I didn't even get to enjoy being tall."
"Fuck…"
And then—
Nothing.
Void.
Empty.
Darkness.
Dark knig—
"Alright, that's enough."
"What the f— what is this?"
Growing up in a religious household, my parents always reminded me about God and how Jesus loves me. But in 2025, surrounded by atheists and the internet, I wasn't exactly religious. Still, I always respected Christianity.
"So… now what?"
"Why am I even thinking?"
"Aren't I supposed to be dead?"
Time passed. I don't know how long. Could've been minutes, days, or years. All I know is: silence.
Then—
Light.
A voice followed.
"Well, well, well… what do we have here?
An error."
A figure appeared, radiating something I couldn't describe.
"You're a very interesting fellow, aren't you?"
"…Are you God?"
"Well, yes. I'm the Conscious One. The one responsible for overseeing the whole of existence.
So yeah, you could say I'm a god."
He pointed at me.
"And you, my guy, are an error in the system."
I had a feeling why…
He winked. At me. At the reader. At everyone.
"So… what now?" I asked.
"Well, since you're the first person to ever become an error, I'll grant you the human wish package. Like those ROB fanfics you read."
"So what's the difference?"
"The difference is: you can't wish for anything that breaks the world's logic. Nothing universe-destroying or absurdly omnipotent. You get three wishes. Choose wisely."
My brain lit up.
"Let's GOOOOOOOOOO—"
"Holy shit," he hissed, covering his ears. "You're annoying. Do you want me to reincarnate you into Boku no Pico?"
"NO—NO PLEASE, SIR. I'M BEGGING YOU."
"Good. Calm down."
"Can you give me time to think?"
He sighed. "Since you're the first error ever, yes. I'll give you three hours. If you still can't decide… I'll reincarnate you into a femboy's body."
What the hell is wrong with this God?
"I heard that."
"S-sorry, sir."
And like that
Silence returned.
End of Chapter 1
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