Bad Luck chips, fizzy happiness water, a 9.9-yuan desk fan with free shipping, and empty instant noodle buckets cluttered the secondhand desk scavenged from resale apps.
A cheap wooden phone stand propped up Hua Xin’s cracked-screen Xiaomi phone and her battered secondhand tablet. Her favorite anime played on the tablet, but Hua Xin couldn’t focus, worry etching her face.
She scrolled the webpage to the bottom one last time, then slumped back in her creaking chair with a heavy sigh.
*Can jacking off too much make you change gender?*
*How to find your runaway dick?*
*Is waking up as a girl normal?*
*How to join the Ultra-Mysterious Supernatural Investigation Unit?*
*Do supernatural phenomena really exist?*
*How many-star monsters must you sacrifice to summon God?*
Browser tabs overlapped across the screen. Hua Xin placed her hand on the slime toy beside her keyboard.
Squeezed it absentmindedly.
*(So... soft...🤤 Amazing texture...)*
She yanked her hand back as if electrocuted, her face visibly flushing crimson.
"H-H-Hua Xin..."
"What have you done?!"
She shot up from the chair, fists clenched, the slime toy jiggling with her movement.
Then she just... stood there, fuming.
But she had to admit—it felt nothing like touching a guy’s 🐻.
*Sigh...*
This T-shirt used to be tight. Now it hung loose and baggy.
Hua Xin silently adjusted the oversized shirt, sat back down, and typed furiously on her Tsinghua Tongfang keyboard.
*Girls’ orgasms really are limitless—*
*SMACK!*
Her finger slammed the delete key.
"What am I even doing?"
She buried her face in her hands, utterly defeated.
Her ID card still said male. Her household register hadn’t changed...
So why was *she* the only one transformed?
If supernatural forces didn’t alter those documents, it meant her dick had simply... had enough. Run away.
"*Whimper...*"
She tugged her hair, unable to accept reality.
Why did this novel-style plot twist happen to *her*?
She hadn’t picked up weird stones—no strange cards—definitely no wishes to become a pretty girl!
She’d just done what every guy does!
😭😭😭
"*My bro...*"
What now?
The internet only offered diagnoses of terminal illness or delusions. Zero useful answers.
"*I’m doomed...*"
"*I was still a virgin! 😭*"
Nineteen years old, never even held a girl’s hand. Never experienced that romantic "parking by maple woods at dusk" moment she’d always dreamed of.
Well... no one would like her like this anyway.
Hua Xin gave a bitter chuckle.
She’d always been like a sewer rat, peeping at others’ lives from the shadows.
Slumped in her chair, becoming a girl didn’t feel quite so unbearable anymore.
The little fan whirred, making her hair flutter. She reached up, tucking a strand behind her ear like the girls in anime.
"So this is what long hair feels like..."
She nodded.
...
*Same as short hair. 🙃*
"*What do I do what do I do what do I do—*"
Hua Xin flopped her legs onto the desk, arms splayed out in surrender.
Time to trace the cause.
1. She’d jacked off four times last night.
2. Woke up today dickless.
3. No other clues.
Conclusion: Spot-on diagnosis. Pure divine intervention.
Wait... *divine*?
"*System!*"
"*Almighty God!*"
"*...*"
She shouted seriously into the silence. Nothing happened.
*Haha. Totally screwed.*
Her head lolled sideways. No point fighting it.
Five hours had passed since morning. In a world where even animals couldn’t cultivate immortality, this made zero sense.
No progress.
No hope of changing back.
Wait—*changing back*...
*Eureka, Watson!*
Hua Xin jolted upright. A bold plan sparked in her mind.
She stared at her own slender legs, the delicate feet stacked like sweet ice cream cones...
Reached down.
Smooth skin, impossible to stop touching.
*Gulp.*
If these legs belonged to someone else, she’d lick them without hesitation.
Pity they were hers.
She lowered her legs, wheeled back to the computer, and hammered the keyboard.
Clicked into the most reliable help forum: *Gender-Swap Marriage Novels Bar*.
Searched. Posted:
**[Discussion Thread] "What would you 8us do if you woke up a girl after jacking off four times?"**
*Sigh...*
Did it really have to come to this?
Replies would take time. Until then, she’d test her theory.
If four sessions made her lose her 🐮🐮 and turn female...
What if she did *four more*?
"*Guess I’m a genius. 🤩*" She giggled to herself.
Checked the curtains were drawn. Tissues stood ready at her bedside "battle station," awaiting cleanup duty.
Propped a pillow behind her back. Its softness calmed her nerves slightly.
*It’s fine...*
*I’ve done this before. Just... different equipment now.*
*Let’s get this party started...*
Hua Xin took a deep breath, determination mixed with curiosity in her eyes as she peeled off her boxers.
*Hssss...*
Couldn’t see the other side.
But... this layout *was* her favorite floor plan.
Her eye twitched. Seeing your own fantasies on your body felt indescribable.
Despair laced with delight.
Joy tangled with sorrow.
Calmly, she snapped a photo with her phone.
Zoomed in.
*Oh.*
💗🖍️⚪🐯
*Unfair.*
Hua Xin heaved her chest twice, glaring at the photo before taking two sharp breaths.
*Why...*
*Why is it so perfect?*
Eyes shut tight, she extended her right index finger, trembling.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
"*Eeek! 💗*"
What *was* this feeling?
*No no no no no no no—*
"*Haaah...*" A shaky gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes glazed over with a misty, pitiful sheen.
"*S-Still... three more times...*"
It *had* to work.
It *would* change her back.
*Right?*
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