Real life

“I’m so sorry.” Now my big breast is being pressed to the chest of a guy.

This is the worst. Why does this had had to happen to me? Since the Great Shift put me inside the body of this girl, my life just keeps worsening.

Haa… How could I had been so happy when it took place? I passed from being a (male) solitary nobody who could barely talk to any body to being a young pretty cute girl. However, it was not what I expected. Yes, I enjoyed myself during the first days of the curfew. But it took me little to understand that having such big breast came with quite a backache. And the long hair didn’t help, since it is also heavy and hot. I also noticed it’s hard to maintain it looking good. Then I also realized that, even if this body is young, a skin care is needed to keep it soft and bright. And I just gave up when I had to face “that”.

I thought that things would get better once the curfew was over. But it wasn’t like that. Even when I had the luck to keep the clothes of the girl I was now, I couldn’t muster the courage to go out to the world after that first day, and all the glances that followed me back then.

I bet that the guy feeling my breast now is also disgusted by the presence of such an unkempt woman. No! Maybe he has already figured out that I used to be a man… T-then he might even try to flirt with me, thinking that I must be an easy and pervert catch exactly because of that. Ahh… Truly, real life it’s just a nightmare that has nothing to do with the stories in internet.