"This isn't a dream."
Upon waking, I immediately went to the mirror. My desperate hope was brutally crushed. The reflection showed none of my former self - the sexy guy of the wasteland, the alpha male.
The person in the mirror had become a female idol I'd liked in my past life.
While masturbating, I'd thought living like this might not be so bad. But sober now, my perspective changed. This world hosts unimaginable atrocities - humans used as livestock or killed for amusement. With this weak body, I'd either die within a month or get sold into slavery. As a slave, I'd become addicted to low-grade drugs and die like trash within months.
I spotted it in the corner - the perverted combat suit that transformed me into a woman. I'd never heard of combat suits that turn men into women. But when I wore it, needles injected unknown fluids into my chest, causing strange sensations throughout my body. When I lost consciousness, it clearly remodeled me completely into a woman.
The alternative - that I spontaneously became female - was impossible.
This perverted combat suit that feminized me grants power to annihilate ordinary thugs. But I couldn't muster the courage to wear it again. Who knows what it might do to me next?
Last time it let me remove it peacefully, but next time it might drain every drop of my blood until I'm dead.
I summoned my Status Window. The number 4 beside Strength glared back. My sole consolation was that Quests might make me stronger. But I couldn't just wait around for Quests to appear.
Only one hope remained - seeking help from my gang, the Guardians of Woven, where I was second-in-command.
Each human village has gangs maintaining order. The Guardians of Woven oversee Woven Village.
Don't mistake "Guardians" for virtuous police like in my past life. They're typical gangsters - extorting protection money from villagers while robbing outsiders.
The boss, Duran, favored me for handling tough jobs efficiently.
I'd ask Duran for help until I find a way back to my original body. If I explain well, he might believe me. Difficult, but my only option now.
I left the shelter wearing thick leather clothes to conceal my slender frame, large breasts, and hips.
The Guardians of Woven base themselves in Woven Village's human settlement, home to over 200 humans surviving by charging travelers for lodging and supplies.
Fortunately, Woven was relatively close to my shelter. Knowing bandit-infested routes, I avoided them and reached Woven safely.
Approaching the village entrance, a fat guard stopped me. His eyes glinted with lust, visually undressing me through my leather clothes, staring obsessively at my voluptuous breasts and hips.
His gaze disgusted me. And I knew this bastard.
"Dusty you fucking cocksucker, wipe that shit-eating grin off your face."
"What?"
I put all my strength into stomping Dusty's shin. My reinforced shoe-tip could deal decent damage even with this frail female body.
CRACK!
An ominous sound came from Dusty's shin. I felt something break under my foot - his shinbone at least fractured.
"ARGH! GUOOAAAK!! GUOOOAAAK!!"
Dusty rolled on the dirt, squealing like a pig. Stupid bastard. This is your punishment for disrespecting your superior. Even in this weak female body, I can handle trash like you.
This pig eats radiation-contaminated, rotting meat without issue. Too dumb and slow for anything beyond simple gatekeeper duties.
Everyone treats this bottom-feeder as a punching bag. Naturally, I beat him senseless whenever we met too.
Dusty trembled on the ground clutching his shin. I used my signature Walnut-Cracking Technique - grabbing balls just hard enough not to pop them. Puhahaha.
Though my Strength rose from 3 to 4, it's still pitiful compared to my former self. No holding back - I squeezed his nuts with full force.
"HIIIIK!"
No trace remained of his earlier whore-inspecting expression. Dusty writhed in agony, tears streaming.
"Please! I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
"Don't recognize me?"
Struggling to maintain my grip on his squirming balls, and worried he might actually die, I released him.
I stepped on his chest, glaring down with the same expression I'd always worn when slapping his face.
Finally recognizing me, Dusty's face paled further.
"Y-you... Kelrot-ssi's little sister...?"
I sighed deeply. Still hopeless.
"I am Kelrot. Can't recognize your superior?"
"B-but Kelrot-ssi is male..."
I roundhouse-kicked Dusty's temple. Enraged he couldn't recognize me, but more furious he kept glancing at my thighs with a visible erection.
Should I kill him? My hand went to the revolver at my waist, then reconsidered. Can't cause trouble in this situation.
"Get up."
"Uuugh..."
Dusty clutched his bleeding head, barely rising. For a male, he's small - now eye-level with me.
"Is Duran-ssi inside?"
"Y-yes, probably."
"Moving out."
As Dusty bowed, I pistol-whipped the back of his head with my revolver's grip.
"GURK!!"
Dusty collapsed, completely unconscious.
"Look at me with those filthy eyes again and you're dead."
Leaving Dusty sprawled behind, I headed to the Guardians of Woven.
The gang's headquarters occupied a two-story building patched with scrap materials. Entering the lobby, familiar backs drinking at the bar appeared - my subordinate gang members. Avoiding their gazes, I went upstairs to Duran's office. An unusually massive guard - three times normal male size - stood watch. A new face.
"Business?"
"I have business with Duran-ssi."
He scanned my body, snorted dismissively, then gestured me inside. Probably mistook me for a prostitute Duran summoned.
Inside, a giant middle-aged man in his mid-40s sat smoking a cigar, eyeing me curiously.
"Duran-ssi, it's me. Kelrot."
Duran stared holes through me. Of course he wouldn't believe it. But when I mentioned things only we knew, his expression darkened.
"You're really Kelrot."
"I was kidnapped. Remember being blindfolded while they injected strange drugs? When I came to, I had this body."
Duran took a deep cigar drag. Bitter smoke filled the room. He said nothing more.
"Protect me until I regain my original body. I'll follow you forever and never forget this kindness."
Pure lies. I'll just use the gang until finding an escape. At least I'd be safe with them.
Duran angrily crushed his cigar on the desk, speaking in a bone-chilling voice.
"Kelrot, you little shit been drunkenly badmouthing me? What part of you looks like Kelrot?"
His murderous aura froze the air. My body hair stood on end.
Duran rose slowly, approaching me. My frail body froze under his overwhelming presence. Was he always this terrifying? In my original body, I'd have matched his aggression, but now I was a rabbit before a lion, barely breathing. Cold sweat dripped down my spine. My nipples hardened painfully.
He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Bitter cigar smoke flooded my senses.
Before I knew it, my clothes were unzipped to the solar plexus. His hand invaded inside, roughly groping my augmented breasts. My legs weakened, trembling uncontrollably. I nearly collapsed.
When Duran pinched my nipple, I involuntarily moaned.
"Haaah..."
He smirked cruelly, continuing his molestation. I wanted to flee, but fear of being killed paralyzed me. After prolonged breast-groping, warmth leaked from my nipples. Could this be...?
Duran withdrew his hand, shoving his yellow-stained fingers before my eyes.
"Still claim you're male?"
"D-Duran-ssi, I'm Kelro-KYAAH!"
Before I finished, Duran ripped off my leather pants. Without underwear, my lower half was instantly exposed.
The room's pungent cigar smoke irritated my bare vagina. I felt love juice leaking out.
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