My Beast Husbands Don’t Know I Used to Be a Man
Why the fuck is this happening?
Yesterday ,I Just a tired student on a late‑night train.
I blink.
Now I’m waking up in a giant, fluffy bed… with something huge and warm pressed against my back.
well this is Warm ,Breathing and furry - Furry.
…Please don’t let that be what I think it is.
I turn my head—and stare straight into a lion’s face.
A fucking Real Lion.
A Golden mane ,Sharp fangs and Ears twitching and why the hell his Nose touching mine.
I freeze.
But then my gaze drops.
From the neck down, you’re… human. Broad shoulders, defined abs, that stupid V‑line that only gym freaks have.
From the neck up, you’re The Lion King on steroids.
“Morning, Rose,” you purr, voice deep and lazy, like you just woke up from the best sleep of your life.
Rose?
Excuse me, WHAT?
I’m Sam. SAM. Male. Man. boy, remember?
“Huh? Who’s Rose?” I blurt out. “I think you’ve got the wrong—”
You stare at me like I’ve grown a second lion head. Then you chuckle, low and dangerous.
“You don’t remember?” you say, eyes glinting. “You really forgot how we celebrated last night?”
My brain hard‑crashes.
Last night?
Celebrated WHAT?
With WHO?
WITH YOU?!
I sit bolt upright—and everything feels wrong.
My center of gravity is off.
My chest… jiggles.
Long hair slides over my shoulders.
My waist is tiny. My hands are small. My voice—
“W‑wait. WHY IS MY VOICE SO CUTE?!”
I look down and almost pass out.
Soft breasts. Smooth skin. Curves for days.
I am… a girl.
A GIRL.
“What the hell is this place?” I gasp, clutching the blanket to my chest. “Why the hell is a half‑lion TALKING to me?! And why am I in a GIRL’S BODY?!”
You push yourself up on one arm, muscles flexing like this is some kind of romance movie scene, Your tail flicks behind you, and you give me the most offended lion look I’ve ever seen.
“Half‑lion?” you repeat slowly. “Rose, it’s me. Your husband.”
Husband.
The room spins.
So let me get this straight:
I died on a train.
Woke up in a random fantasy bedroom.
In a female body.
Next to a half‑lion who claims to be my husband.
And apparently, we “celebrated” something last night.
Somewhere, some god is laughing their ass off.
Because this?
This is NOT how I planned to experience my first time—
Or my first day as a girl !