I know this is sudden, but I’m a super beautiful girl, by the recognition of everyone and myself.
Long hair, long eyelashes, long fingers, long all over.

I’m longer than average in height, too. Wait, I mean taller. Nose? High. Waist? High. Chest? High. Voice? High. Self-esteem? Actually fairly low.

My face is amazingly beautiful. My reflexes are amazing; my brain is amazing; my sense of humor is also amazing. as stupid as this introduction sounds, in short, I’m overall amazing.

Still, even a super beautiful demi-god like me has a weakness.
That is, my tail. Grab it and I’ll lose my strength and go all floppy.

Which is a joke; I was actually a boy.
I’m a super beauty, as recognized by everyone around me, but I was once male. I was once a man.

When I was still male, I was some NPC boy.
The type of faceless character who melts into the background behind the protagonist. Plain and normal in many aspects. That’s why I lived normally without trying to stand out.

The event that changed the course of history happened a bit after I got into middle school.
One day, I just suddenly woke up as a super beautiful girl.

I first told my maman¹ the news.
「I turned into a girl!」 I said, while groping my t̲i̲t̲s̲ half-naked.
And she responded with great worry. 「Wha… What are you even saying?」 She replied with a serious tone.

My maman was not like the mothers in manga who would be very understanding about sudden sex changes.
With a scary face, she took out a photo album.
And sure enough, I was a girl in all of my old pictures. I was already a delectable, cute girl even as a child.

I guess you don’t need a Jojo for bizarre things to happen.
With this, I formulated a certain hypothesis.

Did I perhaps *not* have my sex changed, but was instead reincarnated or displaced into a parallel world where I am a super beauty?
With my super beauty brain, the mystery was solved with ease.

Still, I struggled at first.
Maman would scold me a lot whenever I used the pronoun “ore”,² so I switched to using “atashi”.³ I also worked hard to fix the way I spoke. I started avoiding saying things like poopity scoop, master-baiter, and beat my meat.⁴

I’ve made things awkward by accidentally using the boy’s toilet and trying to change into my gym clothes inside the classroom, along with lots of other mess-ups.

However, the human ability to adjust is a terrifying thing; now I even go all, 「Kyaa!」 whenever I see a cockroach. Aren’t I cute? I think I was already doing that before, though.

Roughly three years have passed since I got hit with the beautiful girl reincarnation.
There were times when I even started to think that maybe I was always a woman from the beginning.

But despite everything, I was male.
No one would believe me if I said it, though.

Still, at this point, I don’t have any desire to be male again or so.
One way or another, I honestly like my current self.
Call me a narcissist if you want, but sometimes I even get entranced by my own reflection in the mirror.

Besides, even if I mess up, just going, 「Tehepero☆ (outdated),」 can get you forgiven for most things.
My maman does physically smack some sense into me at times, but compared to when I was a boring old boy, it’s been nothing but good.

Now even a super beauty such as I has some worries weighing on me.
I have a childhood friend. A girl. A female. Moreover, a hyper beauty who can level with me in looks.

Her name is Houjou Miyu, nicknamed Miyutan.
I don’t mean the turtles; she’s no teenage mutant.

Miyu has been my neighbor since childhood.
My maman and her kaa-sama⁵ were friends.

When I was still a boy, Miyu and I weren’t particularly close. While our parents would have fun chatting, we’d be in a corner being too shy to talk to each other.

We know each other, but that’s all, kinda thing.
Back then, I felt a bit of inferiority. When I was still a dude, I wasn’t the type of person that could level with Miyu at all.
The most I could do was get off daydreaming about her.

「… Misaki, if you don’t wake up now, you’ll be late.」

However, now in our high school days, Miyu and I are super close. Best friends of the BFF variety.
After all, she even comes to my bedroom to wake me up like this.
By the way, my name is Shinguu Misaki.
My name isn’t any different from when I was a boy. People who call me Misakin are promptly ignored.

「C’mon, Misaki. If you don’t wake up…」

*I’m gonna smooch you.*
In my dreams.

The relationship between Miyu and me isn’t of the sweet-flirty yuri variety.
It’s the kind where we wouldn’t hold back against each other in fighting games, the type where the winner would do a command taunt IRL and be countered with a right punch IRL.
At least, that’s what I thought.

「I’m stepping on you, you hear?」

Miyutan isn’t very talkative, but she’s the type to make good on her word.
Her toes started poking my sides. It was too ticklish, so I turned over to the opposite side, and then she stepped on my back, digging her feet deep.

「…Is she asleep?」

She then started lightly caressing my a̲s̲s̲.
I get scolded when I say a̲s̲s̲, so she’s caressing my butt.

Being such a super beauty, I have previously been molested in a train for real. That time, I instantly exploded a backhand into a Joudan Sokutogeri⁶ combo into the molesting b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲. And then everyone clapped, like in those fake online posts.

The way she’s touching is similar to that molester.
No, she’s even more technical. Is she master-rank?

Eventually, the molesting hand left my a̲s̲s̲.
All fell into silence; there was not a single noise.

It was a weird kind of silence.
I’m getting scared of keeping my eyes closed, so I decided it’s about time I wake up.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a dark shadow hanging over my face.
In a panic, I closed my eyes again.
A nice floral scent reached my nose, and something soft pressed against my cheek.

「Hehe…」　

I feel her breath on the tip of my nose.
Beyond my closed eyelids, our molester girl most definitely has a victorious smile on her face.

Umm… Should I call the police or something?