Chapter 2 Part 2: What To Do For

Black ball cap, Ma-won, black turtleneck, Adidas sweatshirt, black Converse.

Normally, I would wear a long padded jacket, my usual pajama pants, a t-shirt with toothpaste all over it, and drag my slippers around, but now that I’ve become like this, I have to be careful about going for a walk while going to the convenience store.

No, normally no one would care, but when I smoke, people strangely stare at me.

Now I’m thinking about buying an e-cigarette and smoking it at home.

‘I don’t have any money, what’s this mess…’

The turtleneck is about to burst my chest, the sweatshirt is loose around the waist and tight around the hips and thighs.

I can wear a long padded jacket, but Ma-won doesn’t zip up at all.

I’m already a beggar, but now I think I’m going to lose everything, and I leave the front door of my studio apartment.

The dry late winter air brushes my cheeks.

It releases gray ink into the empty air of the park.

The ink settles, but the smoke floats.

The leaves and smoke would have been a nice sight, but it was just too bad.

The thin thickness of the Converse couldn’t block the cold air, so the cold air made my feet shiver.

The road I’d walked every day for the past few years now felt like a travel destination I’d seen in pictures, on the internet, or on YouTube.

Everything I saw felt unfamiliar and awkward, so I moved my feet and headed to the convenience store.

As I opened the door without hesitation and went in, I heard a jingling bell.

As I looked around the counter, I saw tuna mayo triangle kimbap.

Tuna mayo fried udon.

As I was carrying around things, it was hard to pick them up with my hands, so I tried to hug them with my arms, but it didn’t work well.

Should I just bring a shopping basket?

It’s annoying, so I’ll just carry them.

I held the tops of the items under my chest, so I was able to maintain a somewhat stable posture.

As I placed them on the counter in that position, the part-timer coughed awkwardly.

“Would you like me to pay for it?”

“Please give me a three-pack of Male.”

Please don’t ask for ID.

If I do, I’ll have to run away…

Fortunately, the part-timer took out a cigarette without saying anything.

“It’s 25,820 won. Would you like me to put it in an envelope?”

When I nodded, saying “Yes,” he asked if I didn’t need chopsticks.

He shook his head again and handed me his card.

I’m sure he saw me the other day.

He didn’t answer or even look at me then.

Did he hear something from the store manager?

His response was different than usual, and I was a little puzzled.

When I handed him the card, the part-timer started putting things in an envelope.

I don’t know what it is, but the part-timer’s mental education was really good.

I hope he’ll do this from now on.

I don’t want to be ignored by other people even at the convenience store.

“Goodbye.”

The part-timer greeted me on the way out.

He usually doesn’t even greet me, so what’s going on?

As I left the convenience store, a chilly wind greeted me again.

Even the wind was telling me to hurry up and go home…

My toes were starting to get cold as I was feeling gloomy in the cold wind.

In the park on the way, there was a young child and a mother who weren’t there before.

I was about to smoke another cigarette and leave…

The mother and daughter were throwing a ball back and forth.

The wind was blowing slightly, causing the leaves to flutter, and the mother held the child’s hand and gently hugged her body to avoid the leaves.

The ball left the child’s hand and ran away on its own in the wind until it stopped in front of me.

The tennis ball, which must have been light green, was almost white because it had been exposed to so much light.

I picked it up and rolled it in my hand.

The wind stopped, and the child leaned against the mother’s leg and looked at me.

In the park where the leaves were blowing, I thought about how much time this tennis ball had spent with the child.

The ball I threw lightly drew a parabolic curve and rolled in front of the child’s feet.

“I should say thank you.”

The child bowed his head, saying “Thank you~” at the mother’s words.

I nodded my head slightly as well.

That ball will spend more time with the child in the future.

I just hope that the child treasures this ball and doesn’t want any other balls.

Feeling embarrassed, I tried to run out of the park, but I felt a shock on my shoulder.

“Ouch!”

It really hurts…

When I glanced back, the mother and daughter seemed to flinch at something.

I waved my hand to tell them not to worry.

Ah, I have to do something about this.

First, I have to buy underwear.

My lower body is a bit tight, but it doesn’t hurt, but my chest feels a big shock every time I move with a man’s sense.

I don’t feel any aversion to women’s underwear or anything, and it’s a matter of survival.

Since I’m just walking around naked without anything to support me, every movement is just painful.

My nipple pops out, but that’s actually a secondary story.

It just hurts so much.

If I remember correctly, I think Musinsa also sells underwear.

The problem is that I don’t know my size…

Can’t I just roughly measure it and buy it?

I could go somewhere and ask them to measure my underwear size, but even then, I need underwear to wear when I go out.

Underwear for buying underwear… It’s kind of interesting.

Anyway, it’s time for the paper tape measure I stole from Gwangmyeong Ikea to come into play.

“How to measure a woman’s chest size. First, measure the circumference of the underbust.”

I take off the black T-shirt I always wear and stand in front of the mirror.

Where there used to be nothing there, now my chest is bulging.

People often describe breasts as plump, but mine are not plump.

Is this what big breasts feel like?

I flick them slightly from below and feel a slight shock on my shoulder.

How on earth do women wear these things?

Last night, my chest was so uncomfortable that I didn’t know how to sleep.

It was uncomfortable when I was lying face down, uncomfortable when I was lying on my side, and uncomfortable when I was just lying down…

I seriously thought I should consider getting a reduction surgery.

Well, women probably got used to it as they grew up if they didn’t get surgery, but for me, it suddenly appeared out of nowhere, so it was really uncomfortable and I was going crazy.

“Underbust… Breathe comfortably… Make sure your chest and tape measure are level.”

I pulled the tape measure back and forward.

If I pull it so that is at my navel… 73.

“Upper bust… Waist at a 45-degree angle… Tape measure… Passes my nipples.”

If I do the same as the lower part… 98.

Is it a little bit pressed?

I don’t know.

“Um… 75 plus 98… 75F? 75G?”

I don’t know exactly, but it’s definitely big.

I thought it was an unrealistic size, but when I looked at the numbers, it definitely came out.

But it’s not as visually violent as I thought…

Anyway, is it realistically big?

I don’t know.

Is it because I’m not wearing clothes?

Or is it because I’m not wearing a bra?

It’s not that it’s ugly…

Well, I guess I should have seen it in person.

“75F…75F… No? What? What? What? There’s no underwear size?”

All the standard products listed in the recommended order are only up to C.

Why is this?

No, men have up to XL and XXL.

Is this discrimination against women?

Discrimination against women with big breasts?

“Balanced bra top… What? This doesn’t have F either. What do you want me to do?”

None of the bras listed in the recommended order have F.

Is having big breasts a sin?

There are no bras I can wear.

What the hell, I don’t know.

I’ll just buy something, wear it out, and go to the store to get the size measured.

The biggest advantage of Inbang that I can think of.

You don’t have to worry about gender correction or anything right now.

You don’t have to show your resident registration number.

You can do it while going through the legal process, and if it goes well, you can even make a lot of money.

When you settle your donation, you need to prove your identity, but if you’re sure you’re making money, why don’t you just save it up and receive it all at once after the correction?

You have enough money to hold on until you can settle.

The correction process usually takes about 6 months or at most a year.

But even if you buy equipment, buy this and that, and live a life of squandering money by ordering delivery all the time, it’s enough to last you a year.

What’s next?

Since your gender has been corrected, if your broadcast doesn’t go well, you can use your looks to become a model for a shopping mall or something.

Second, if it doesn’t work out, you can just give up.

You can just say, “It didn’t go well~” and delete all the replays and disappear.

Some people might recognize you, but how many people would recognize you when your broadcast didn’t go well in the first place?

Well, until it does, isn’t it okay to just have your voice?

My voice has gotten better since I changed into this body.

I wonder if anyone will watch a broadcast where you only have your voice, but if you find the right content, wouldn’t something happen?

Well, content…

Actually, there was something I wanted to do.

What was that?

A mahjong replay broadcast.

What the hell is mahjong?

Why the hell would I have to end up doing a broadcast?

It’s something to think about.

But for now, I’m having fun.

Shouldn’t people live doing fun things?

I think that if you broadcast something that is not fun and doesn’t appeal to you, no one will watch it.

If you are fun and interested, and show others that you are a fun person, then people will come and watch your broadcast.

And mahjong is surprisingly promising.

In the first place, if the people with good talk and skills in the mahjong gallery do a replay, or a reply broadcast, dozens of people will watch it.

But when I did some market research yesterday, there were a lot of people who just bring one or two people to the broadcast.

When I came in and said hello, oh my…

I ran away right away because it was so pitiful.

Anyway, you might think that the people who watch it are because they are fun and good at it.

But once I am confident, if I write in the gallery that I am broadcasting, they will really swarm me like a swarm of bees.

That’s because I am one of the most aggro people in the mahjong gallery…

It’s embarrassing to say.

Wouldn’t they come to curse at me?

Then, after hearing me raise my voice, I think they’ll go, “Oh my god, that kid who always harassed and cursed at the mahjong gallery wasn’t a high school graduate, unemployed man with a turtle breast protein but a girl with a really nice voice?!!” and they’ll probably just hang on to the broadcast.

And when it comes to mahjong experts, it’s me.

16 years of mahjong experience.

6 years in Chinese mahjong (Chinese mahjong), 10 years in Japanese mahjong (Richie mahjong).

Highest record: 8th dan.

Consistent unit: 8.9.

That means I have a skill that can be counted on one hand in Korea.

There may not be many mahjong players in Korea, but out of that small population, only two people have reached 9th dan.

And since those people don’t maintain 9th dan every day, even putting ten fingers is an understatement.

My highest record/current rank are both 8th dan, but there aren’t even ten people who have an 8th dan.

Even if you expand the scope to the entire world, 8th dan is considered top-notch skill.

There’s no way I lack skills.

In other words, a female lyricist with a good voice and looks who does mahjong revival broadcasts is top-notch in terms of skills?

This is definitely a 30-person group.

Of course, I don’t know if my sense of humor is good or bad, so it’s unknown.

Before my house became like this, I was doing pretty well…

But I’m not sure if that suits Inbang.

I tend to go out of my way when I get caught up in the atmosphere.

Anyway, I’ve decided.

I’ll try out the mahjong revival broadcast first, and if the atmosphere is good and the broadcast goes well, I’ll show my face and move on to making money.

If I accumulate viewers by accumulating them, it’ll continue to grow, right?

Then, if I do gender correction or something in parallel, I won’t be able to see the way forward little by little.

If it fails, I’ll have to do something else…

There’s no other way than to move forward little by little.

My father got divorced and I don’t know where he is, and my mother passed away in a car accident five years ago.

She must have had a gut feeling, so she took out insurance a year before she passed away, and I’ve been living off that money.

The only consolation was that no relatives came to visit and did something violent or took my money, like in a comic book.

I wasn’t doing particularly well before that, but after that, things got really bad.

I had an interest in studying, but I gave it all up.

After that, I don’t have anything I want to do.

I don’t even know about dating.

What kind of dating is that when I’m busy trying to make a living?

All I do every day is go to work, come back, play mahjong, surf the internet, and then go to bed.

Thinking about it, I wonder why I’ve been living.

Because I can’t die?

Because my life will change somewhere, sometime?

I didn’t live with those thoughts.

I just lived because I was alive.

I wasn’t particularly pessimistic, but I wasn’t living that positively either.

Maybe this is my chance.

A chance to change.

It doesn’t matter if I don’t succeed in internet broadcasting, isn’t there another way?

Like I said before, I can work part-time at a shopping mall.

Objectively, it’s strange that I can’t make money with this body.

Just like the story on the internet about Jung Woo-sung working part-time at Lotteria when he was a middle school student and driving customers crazy, if he worked part-time at a cafe, he would drive hundreds of thousands of customers.

Well, since my life is a failure anyway, it would be better to become a woman with pretty face and body.