The sharp blare of a horn sliced through the air.
Tires screamed against asphalt.
A heavy thud followed, metal meeting flesh.
The truck driver slammed his foot on the brake pedal, but the momentum was already unstoppable. His eyes widened in shock—he had seen nothing, no one, just an empty road stretching ahead under the bright daylight.
Then suddenly, a figure had appeared right in front of the grille.
Sienna groaned, the sound weak and ragged. Pain exploded through every inch of her, hot and blinding. She tried to push herself up, but her arms refused to obey. Blood roared in her ears.
"Truck-kun..." She rasped, voice cracking with disbelief and a strange, bitter amusement. "I only wrote that crap in the comments to sound edgy that I hate my life.... You weren't actually supposed to do it..."
The words dissolved into a choked curse. "Fuck... this really hurts… Why… why… why… I had yet to fulfill my dream orgy… I don't want to die now..."
Her body crumpled fully onto the rough road surface. Warm liquid spread beneath her. Her eyelids grew impossibly heavy, fluttering against her will. She fought to keep them open, to see something, anything, but darkness rushed in like a tide. Consciousness slipped away, leaving only the fading echo of her own heartbeat.
An unknown amount of time later;
Sienna jolted awake with a sharp gasp, her entire body twitching as if struck by lightning. Cold sweat coated her skin and plastered her hair to her forehead.
"That... that was one hell of a nightmare," she muttered, pressing a trembling hand to her chest. Her heart hammered wildly beneath her palm.
Suddenly, she froze. And she touched herself. "Huh? Bigger?"
Then, as her eyes fell to the ceiling, she saw that the ceiling above her wasn't the familiar cracked plaster of her apartment at all. Rough wooden beams stared back at her, darkened by age and smoke. A faint scent of pine and old straw drifted through the air.
She sat up too quickly. The small bed creaked under her weight. Her gaze darted around the cramped room.
Wooden walls, patched in places with mismatched planks. A single narrow window let in pale morning light. A rickety table stood in one corner with a chipped clay jug and a tin cup. Nothing expensive. Nothing modern. Everything spoke of careful, constant making-do.
Her breathing quickened in realization. This wasn't her room.
Kidnapped? The thought flashed through her mind, absurd and terrifying at once. But who would bother? She had no money, no rich family, no enemies worth the effort. No one gained anything by taking her. The only thing she had was her body, well… her big breasts, although not a great ass to enjoy… if she had to quote one of her sex partners.
But then again, she highly doubts those who knew her would abduct her for her body either, as she never shied away from admitting that she loves sex, regardless of whether it is a man or a woman. She goes both ways, although she prefers women more as she likes to fuck more than getting fucked.
So, why was she abducted?
Maybe she wasn't even abducted at all?
Suddenly, she remembered the size of her own breasts a moment ago; they seemed bigger, but she never even signed any form to enhance them.
Her mind then circled back to the screech of tires, the blinding impact. The pain that had felt far too real to be just a dream.
Immediately, she lifted her right hand, staring at it. The skin looked smoother, paler than she remembered. She remembered tanning her skin. Her fingers also seemed longer, more delicate.
She glanced down at herself. Instead of her usual T-shirt and sweatpants, back when she went out for the groceries, there was a simple linen wear against her skin.
Her heart thudded harder.
A cold wave washed over her.
She immediately scrambled off the bed and crossed the tiny room in three steps. A small, cloudy mirror hung crookedly on the wall, its edges chipped. She leaned close.
The reflection staring back wasn't the thirty-five-year-old face she knew. This one seemed younger and had great features. She had dark hair that flowed past her shoulders, and beautiful green eyes rather than her brown. The figure she saw was quite breathtaking, with elegant curves, the breasts way bigger than her original ones.
Sienna stood frozen, breath shallow.
The woman in the mirror blinked when she did.
And then, very quietly, she whispered to her own reflection, as she felt something down, especially when she saw a bulge down there in the mirror.
"What the hell?"
Sienna couldn't help but look down. She immediately felt it. "A Penis?" She couldn't help but touch her chest again, "But I have breasts too..."
Confused, her hands slid down into her clothes, and her hands trembled at the touch of a penis that seemed quite bigger than the average ones she had experience with. Then, just as her hands went down further, she felt it, the vagina...
She blinked hard this time as she immediately retracted back. The reflection blinked with her.
She stared at the mirror for a few more seconds, and then a slow, wild grin started tugging at the corners of her mouth. "So, I have both of them?"
Sienna couldn't help but imagine how many times she envied when she was fucking a woman with a fake penis.
"Wait… hold on…"
Her heart kicked up speed. A rush of something bright and reckless flooded through her, chasing away the last traces of panic. She spun away from the mirror, ignoring the dull ache that still lingered in her ribs from the crash that shouldn't have been real. Bare feet slapped against the rough wooden floor as she bolted for the door.
She yanked it open.
Fresh air hit her like a slap—cool, clean, carrying the scent of pine needles, distant woodsmoke, and something green and alive that city air never had.
Beyond the crooked doorway stretched a dirt path winding between simple wooden houses with thatched roofs. In the distance, jagged mountains rose under a sky so blue it almost hurt to look at. Birds called in strange, musical patterns she'd never heard before. No car horns. No diesel fumes. No concrete hum.
She sucked in a huge breath, chest expanding until it ached.
A laugh burst out of her—loud, unrestrained, echoing off the trees.
"Hell yes! This is it! This is actually happening!"
She threw her head back and shouted at the empty sky.
"Truck-kun! You beautiful bastard—I take back every sarcastic comment! I was one hundred percent serious! Hit me again anytime!"
Grinning like a madwoman, she spun on her heel and ducked back inside, dropping straight to the floor with her back against the bedframe. Legs stretched out in front of her, hands on her abdomen, she stared up at the wooden beams with shining eyes.
"Okay. Standard procedure. Any second now, the golden screen's gonna pop up. Status window. System notification. Cheat skill. Whatever. Come on, baby, don't be shy."
She waited.
The room stayed quiet except for the faint creak of the house settling and the distant chirp of birds outside.
Five minutes dragged by.
Then ten.
Then thirty.
The wild grin slowly faded. Her shoulders slumped a little. The sparkle in her eyes dimmed to something closer to suspicion.
"Alright. Some systems are tsundere. They wait till you're dying or crying or surrounded by enemies. Yeah. That's probably it."
She scanned the small room. Her gaze landed on a fist-sized rock half-buried under the edge of the straw mat. One jagged edge looked sharp enough.
She reached for it, fingers closing around the cool, rough surface. For a long second, she just stared at it, weighing it in her palm.
Then she snorted and tossed it aside. It clattered into the corner.
"Nope. Absolutely not. I'm not stabbing myself just to trigger a plot device. That's insane. And I'm definitely not scared. It's just… impractical. Yeah. Waste of a perfectly good abdomen."
She leaned her head back against the bed and let out a long breath.
More time passed. The light coming through the narrow window shifted, grew warmer. Nothing appeared. No blue box. No voice in her head. No mysterious old man offering her a ring.
Finally, Sienna dragged both hands down her face.
"Ugh," she muttered with a groan. "I guess this is just normal transmigration? I thought it would be like one of those system novels I read."
She pushed herself to her feet, shoulders sagging under the weight of dashed expectations. Another normal life. Another grind. At least this time she had a penis. However, this world didn't seem modern, just based on the things around. In that case, woman-woman relations might be taboo.
That thought depressed her. "Damn… It's like I have a million dollars, but there is no fucking car available in the showroom to buy one. Let's hope this is just some rural area, and that is why no modern things can be seen. Yes, once I go out and explore, I can figure it out."