Since I Became a Woman, I’ll Do Cosplay

I am a picture enthusiast.

It all started just like any other illustrator’s journey.

Ever since I was little, I loved holding a pen and doodling something, and while my parents encouraged it and sent me to an art academy to prepare for art exams, everything changed during middle school when I stumbled upon a strange light novel about saving the world through dating and kissing, derailing my technical skills.

Truly, I started drawing because I was in love with art, and I was half-heartedly preparing for art school entrance exams under pressure from my parents when the shock of light novel illustrations was something indescribable.

That was the first time I experienced the feeling of being visually aroused, and it was only natural that I, a pubescent teenager whose brain was dominated by libido, became engrossed in drawing 2D otaku-style illustrations.

As a result,

7 years after that shocking encounter with my first light novel, I am now 22 years old, and…

“Ugh, it’s sweet.”

I’ve evolved into someone who sells erotica through Pixiv, Fantia, and Patreon.

There was a time when my parents demanded explanations on why I wouldn’t attend an art college and only drew ‘strange pictures,’ but since I now earn a not-insignificant income through Patreon, they’ve stopped pressuring me about further studies.

According to my parents’ standards, their child’s independence was marked by “securing a level of income that allows for self-sufficiency,” and I had met that standard.

Even at the young age of 22, my parents had set their own boundaries and respected my wishes.

“Let’s put in about 150 into stocks, 70 into savings, the rest into a parking account while managing living expenses…”

Moreover, I am not the type to carelessly manage money.

Although I do put a significant amount of money into stocks, I only invest in American stocks as a means to secure dollars…

I have a financial plan in place; I’m not completely reckless.

“Hm?”

Even a stable youth like myself can face crises.

-Hi, this is Johnson from the U.S. I’d like to commission you. My English to Korean translator is awkward, so it might be slow.

A strangely awkward commission request came through, a 150-dollar order sent using a unique Korean translation style.

Back then, I didn’t realize that this request was a warning sign I needed to run away from immediately.

I was used to foreign commissions.

Thinking that I could make a decent income today, I waited for Johnson’s next message.

-It’s hard to describe the composition with a translator. I’ll just give you the tags. Cat girl, nakadashi, large breasts, wide pelvis, black hair, black eyes, doggy style…

Frankly, I had a preference for foreigners who only threw out tags over Korean commission seekers who communicate too smoothly.

If they could communicate easily, they often pushed to get exactly what they wanted.

“Since nakadashi is the internal ejaculation tag… Okay, emphasizing the catgirl with internal ejaculation fetish…”

I crafted the most ideal sketch combining Johnson’s tags, satisfied with the quality, and immediately started the work.

Being quick-handed, I managed to upload the piece on Pixiv within just three days; aside from that, I sent the high-definition non-mosaic version to the client privately through chat.

-No, no, no, this is catgirl nonsense, total trash, ye, I said a girl cat, do you understand? Understand?

“What did you say, seriously…?”

I frowned and double-checked the picture I had sent to Johnson. Honestly, I didn’t see any problem.

The teary eyes, the sweaty skin reflecting light beautifully, the ears and tail that highlighted a texture different from human skin, and finally, the semen flowing abundantly from the catgirl’s inner thighs all seemed fine.

“What’s the issue, exactly?”

Since it was quite rare to produce a piece this satisfying, I unconsciously unsealed the Enter key on my keyboard.

I even turned on the translator to question exactly what complaints Johnson had…

-Didn’t I say it already, asshole? This is a girl cat; what I want is a cat girl. You don’t understand, do you? Are you an airhead? Is there just air in your brain?

“Ah, damn…”

It hit me now.

This guy is a furry fan.

I already felt my irritation rising and tried to suppress my verbal outburst as I continued the chat.

“You know, it’s written in my commission notice that I don’t do furries, right? Why are you yelling at me?”

-What? Why?

“I’m not a fur.”

-ah…

“Alright, I’ll refund you. Just leave. I’ll sprinkle this well-done piece as a membership reward for this month, let’s agree on that.”

-I don’t understand. Why do you hate furries? Why?

“Huh…”

I’m human, not an animal, why should I draw furry erotica for you? It feels ridiculous to even have to explain this. I just have normal lust.

Before I could say that,

“Eh?”

Suddenly, my body froze, and then I collapsed to the floor…

Right before I blacked out, the last thing I read from Johnson was…

“Then we’re enemies.”

A truly absurd sentence.

#

“Eh…”

I was sure that the sensation choking my breath while my vision turned pink was unmistakably a heart attack.

What a ridiculous way to die—just dealing with a fur fan asking me to draw their requested illustrations.

“Who are you?”

Who is this woman inside the mirror?

Flowing black hair.

A tiny face with large eyes.

Pale skin and a slightly curvy frame.

And topping it off…

“What is this, seriously…”

A clear and melodious voice.

Undoubtedly, a woman.

Inside the mirror of the hermit’s quarters, where a pervert only drew obscene illustrations, a woman was there.

In other words…

“Is that me? That?”

The woman who mimics my movements in the mirror is me.

I finally understood the situation.

This woman in front of the mirror is me.

But how did I end up as a woman after living for 22 years as a man?

“Who the hell are you really?”

The girl in the mirror looked like a middle schooler, which utterly baffled me.

“Hyoon! Aren’t you going to school? It’s 8 o’clock!”

“Huh?”

“Huh? What do you mean huh? Are you not going to school?”

“No, well…”

“What? Are you going to eat breakfast? Isn’t your school start at 9? Can you make it on time if you eat?”

“Oh… alright, I’ll get ready.”

“Good.”

The woman who came in to nag about not getting ready for school was definitely “me” mother.

However, that mother was calling me “Hyoon.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

Only then did Hyoon, who had been staring intently into the mirror, turn her head to look at the door, which her mother had quickly shut after entering,

And noticed the anti-dent stopper installed above the door.

When she saw the set of female student’s uniform hung on that stopper, alongside a jacket with the printed name card reading “Min Hae-yun,” reality fully hit her.

“Why doesn’t anyone find this strange?”

She realized that she had gone back in time.

More shockingly, the people of this past took it as a completely normal fact that she is a girl.

Why…

Why did it all turn out this way?

Just as she was about to ponder more deeply,

“Hyoon! School! Don’t fall asleep again!”

“Alright, yeah! Damn it, I’ll get cleaned up!”

It was clear that her mother in the other room had no intention of letting her sit around lost in thought, urging her again with a loud voice.

And so, Hyoon started making preparations to go to the middle school from which she had graduated over five years ago.

#

There was no time to wash every inch of my body thoroughly.

From my memories, to arrive at the middle school that is four bus stops away on time, one had to leave by at least 8:40 at the latest and even then, would only make it without being late if the bus timings aligned well.

“Ugh, the bus…”

I rushed into the bathroom in my pajamas, wet my hair with water, and lathered up with shampoo to wash it quickly.

Right after, I rinsed off the soapy water with cold water from the showerhead.

While my longer hair did take a little more time, I somehow managed to wash it. I also finished brushing my teeth and washing my face in about six minutes.

“24 minutes?”

After checking the time roughly, I quickly returned to my room and turned on the hairdryer to dry my hair.

“Ah, damn…”

Is it because of the long hair?

It definitely took more time to dry my hair than it did to wash it.

I finally turned off the hairdryer when only the hair near my scalp was left to dry, around 32 minutes.

Next, I had to change clothes…

“Hmm…”

I hesitated.

Stopping in front of the mirror next to the built-in closet, Hyoon stared intently at her reflection in the mirror.

Then, she slowly started taking off her pajamas…

“Hmph, hmph…”

The chest that had started to rise noticeably, and the hips that had widened in curves were evident.

The growth of this middle schooler was alarming.

Hyoon’s face flushed merely from looking at it, so she shook her head and started taking out the uniform that was hung above the door.

The top wasn’t too different.

It was the same as a man’s.

After putting on a shirt, tying a slightly short necktie, and wearing the name-tagged vest, it’s done.

Only the bottom differs greatly.

“Ugh…”

Clearly, I am a man, I was a man.

Now, the unpleasant feeling of having to wear a skirt.

However, as a student, there was an odd pressure to put on the school uniform skirt.

Rejecting school isn’t really an option here since middle school is compulsory education…

“Annoying…”

In the end, despite feeling completely disadvantaged in this situation, Hyoon grudgingly put on the checkered skirt, characteristic of uniforms from the 2010s.

Anyway…

“39 minutes…”

With that, somehow, all the preparations are done.

Hyoon, who frowned at the sensation of wind constantly getting into her skirt, quickly grabbing her phone, wallet, and bag, hurriedly dashed out.

“See you!”

“Alright, take care.”

She didn’t forget to greet them.

My mother still sees me as a woman, but she remains my mother.

Acting as if she really had become a middle schooler, she pressed the button for the first floor in the elevator and patiently waited as the floors descended.

[Emergency Mission!]

Earn a million won by drawing a ‘Furry’ illustration!

A commonly referred to as the “Status Window”…

Something you’d typically see in a fantasy novel appeared right before her eyes, and Hyoon swiftly held up her middle finger at the Status Window.

“Shit.”

Even if I died of a heart attack for refusing an adult furry drawing job and came back to life as a woman, I’m not going to draw that furry illustration.

“Better to break the pen and stop drawing, seriously. You’re the one who killed me and turned me into a woman? Huh? You better watch out, I’ll really kill you, you bastard…”

Dying while dealing with some furry fan and waking up as a woman would be bad enough, but having to attend school again was the real issue.

Already at her breaking point with stress, Hyoon angrily screamed into the void and cursed.

…

To this, the Status Window replied…

[Alternative Mission!]

-You, ‘Min Hae-yun,’ are an illustrator with strong beliefs! Recognizing your strong beliefs! We will respect your wishes. However, please generate a profit of 10 million won with illustrations before the end of 2019!

Success Reward: ???

Failure Penalty: You will become a furry.

“Huh?”

It was terrifying blackmail.

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