Chapter 2: Sister?

I’m sure that last night, as usual, I sat in front of my computer, aimlessly clicking my mouse before falling asleep like I’d fainted.

As always, a monotonous, boring routine…or so I thought.

The moment I woke up, I was greeted by an unfamiliar sensation I’d never experienced before.

My shoulders felt heavier than usual, and there was a hollowness below. The feeling was enough to unsettle me.

The sudden change in my body made me unable to move for a while before I finally managed to get out of bed.

My body, which was perfectly fine even after 48 hours of just using the computer, stumbled several times as I got up, clearly indicating something was wrong.

I wondered if I’d gotten the flu, but I had barely left the house in the past two weeks. Furthermore, my body felt too light for it to be a disease.

I could see perfectly clear without my high-prescription glasses, and the vitality seemed to have returned to my body which had been constantly fatigued from insomnia.

My skin was spotless, as if it had been meticulously cared for.

A normal person would have seriously worried about their situation at this point, but so what? As long as I could avoid dying and still use the computer, it was fine. The life of an unemployed NEET was invincible.

Then, the moment I decided to use the computer, I realized something.

On my desk, instead of the high-end computer I’d splurged on, sat an ancient-looking, rusty laptop.

My bewilderment was brief; the laptop, which I thought was scrap metal, looked quite familiar.

Thinking back, it resembled the room I’d lived in before I moved out at 20.

Perhaps because I hadn’t been back in a year, everything felt strangely off.

I surveyed the single bed, the well-lit window, and the taupe wallpaper that fell between ordinary and cozy. Then, my eyes landed on one particular spot.

At first glance, it appeared to be just clothes hanging on the wall, but if that were true, it wouldn’t have caught my attention.

Praying it wasn’t so, I approached for a closer look, and despair swallowed me whole.

Hanging on the wall was a white dress shirt and… a fluttering brown skirt.

A skirt… I absentmindedly touched my chest, feeling soft, squishy flesh.

The computer clearly wasn’t the most important thing now.

What is yuri?

A pure white and beautiful flower that blooms between spring and summer.

But I want to talk about a genre more than the flower.

A genre depicting same-s*x or quasi-same-s*x relationships between pretty girls or female characters. This genre, by its very nature, has a high rate of both love and hate.

No matter how much we try to improve the image of homosexuality, it’s hard to get rid of prejudiced views. I thought it could never become mainstream.

So why am I telling this story? Because something I thought impossible was happening in real time.

Returning to the beginning, turning on that rusty laptop to find the source of my gender change was the problem.

After struggling to get the damn thing to boot for several tens of minutes, the title of the news article on the platform’s front page was rather shocking.

[Ji Eunseol♥Ha Euna, We’re Married… The passionate encounter of two female idols]

They’re coming out publicly. I thought the reaction from netizens wouldn’t be good. I skipped the rambling article and went to the comments section, surprised by what I saw.

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[Most Liked/Recent/Liked Ratio/Replies/Oldest]

[cuti****: I wish I could have a girlfriend like that even once…] [Likes: 1249 / Dislikes: 62]

[love****: You two look amazing together! You’re totally destined for each other.] [Likes: 423 / Dislikes: 12]

[tlqk****: Idols are getting married nowadays…Don’t they want to make a lot of money…? They’re spoiled.] [Likes: 127 / Dislikes: 637]

I stared blankly at the comments before quietly closing the laptop.

What did I just see? Usually, comments sections turn into a chaotic mess with homosexuals and heterosexuals fighting each other. To be fair, heterosexuals are usually the aggressors, but it wasn’t that way this time.

Something’s wrong. I turned on the laptop to satisfy my curiosity, but I only ended up with more questions. Is the whole world secretly filming me? I wish that were the case.

The timing was such that even if producers suddenly appeared with cameras and shouted, “Surprise! It was a hidden camera all along!”, it wouldn’t have seemed that strange.

Just in case, as I sat lost in thought, a familiar voice snapped me out of it.

“Ji-ah, are you awake?”

A gentle knock-knock accompanied the voice: my mother’s.

“…Yes.”

My first attempt at a soft, delicate voice was awkward, but in this long-awaited conversation with my mother, it didn’t matter.

“Then come out and eat.”

It was a simple, everyday conversation, yet my chest felt tight.

After composing myself, I carefully opened the door.

My mother was preparing lunch in the living room for the whole family.

The food on the table was simple, but each dish clearly showed careful preparation.

I hesitated.

Once the meal was prepared, I mustered my courage, ran to my mother, and hugged her. Or, rather, I was hugged; my changed body was smaller than my mother’s.

Nevertheless, the warmth of my mother’s hug was comforting.

My mother seemed taken aback, paused momentarily, then gently stroked my hair.

“Did our Ji-ah have a bad dream? You haven’t acted this spoiled in a long time.”

I silently nestled closer, savoring the moment.

“Alright, alright. I’ll hug you later. Stop being spoiled and let’s eat.”

“Is there anything I can help with?”

In my current state, I felt I could do anything.

“Then could you wake your sister? I have no idea what time she went to sleep; she hasn’t gotten up yet… Please?”

Sister… Before the change, my older sister and I were virtually strangers; our relationship was nothing but apathy and a lack of communication.

Unlike me, she had studied ferociously in school and secured a job at a large company.

She was a success, unlike me, who’d failed miserably at trying to cook. At the time, I was consumed by jealousy.

Despite the jealousy, she was also an object of admiration for me.

I nodded slightly. I had a lot of regrets. I wanted to be closer to her now.

But not now, it didn’t seem right.

The thought of approaching my sister’s room made me incredibly nervous. I didn’t understand why I was so anxious. After all, there’s no rule saying we have to eat together.

It was something I’d have to do eventually. As the saying goes, it’s better to get it over with quickly than to continue making it worse.

I stood before my sister’s door and knocked softly twice.

Knock-knock.

I waited after knocking, but there was no answer. I knocked again, thinking she might not have heard, but there was still no response.

Was she still asleep? I carefully opened the door and peeked inside. Since I’m a woman now, it should be okay, right?

Unlike my simple room, her room was filled with a pink, girly aesthetic. My sister sat diligently typing at her keyboard.

Was she writing work documents? As a lifelong NEET, I wouldn’t know.

She likely didn’t hear my knocks, as she was entirely focused.

A sense of relief washed over me as I quietly entered her room.

“Sister…Hup!”

I called out ‘Sister’ as usual, only to realize my current state and cover my mouth. I hoped she hadn’t heard.

Thankfully, my sister, who had become top of her class and landed a job at a large company through sheer focus, hadn’t heard me and remained glued to the screen.

What was she writing that demanded such intense concentration? My curiosity was piqued.

I slowly approached and peeked at the screen. It didn’t seem like secret documents, so a quick glance shouldn’t be a problem.

[Title: I think I like my little sister too much lately; what should I do?][6]

[Author: Older Sister]

My little sister, who I wasn’t very close to,

These days, my heart races whenever I see her face.

I want to hug her small body tightly.

I want to hold her and carry her around whenever I see her.

Is this a problem?

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[All Comments]

00: Stop writing here and go see a doctor.

CloseFriendBeam: That’s perfectly normal. I’m going crazy because of my little sister too.

00: She’s a lesbian…

00: Let’s do it and think later.

“Sister…?”

What in the world is my older sister writing?