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Back in my childhood, I had a close childhood friend.

As I turned 20, our communication dwindled.

After two months of no contact, we recently reconnected.

And the message I received was…

– Hey, I got screwed LOL

At first, I had no idea what crazy talk this was.

Since turning 20 and starting to live on my own, I’ve sent texts saying I’m broke and starving before.

Every time, they’d send me money to help out.

But this time was different.

– Come over for a bit, gonna show you something fun at my place.

Despite sighing, I headed to my friend’s house as instructed.

It hadn’t been that long since we last met, so I was curious about what was going on this time.

I thought maybe the water or electricity got cut off, or perhaps the gas. One of these must be the case. I arrived at my friend’s house and entered using the door code.

“Oh, you’re here?”

As I stepped inside, I saw a woman lying down, scratching her belly and staring at her phone.

“Sorry.”

I closed the door with a thud and stepped back outside.

So, it’s a hidden camera prank.

Ah, it’s like The Truman Show. A parody by Kang Ji-hoo.

Uh-oh, I’ve caught on already.

Should I play along? I pondered, thinking about how to make it fun.

But then again, what if I just walked into the wrong house? I checked the address and apartment number.

Huh? I came to the right place.

Having visited this house several times in the past two months, my body remembered the layout, making it easier to recognize.

I stood in front of the door again and rang the doorbell.

-Ding-dong

As the lock clicked open on the door, the woman from earlier started appearing at the door once more.

She looked at me and asked why I suddenly ran away and told me to come inside.

If there’s a hidden camera to this extent, it’s serious.

Or is it something else?

Has my friend moved out, and someone new is trying to scam me by inviting me in?

Should I run away? Or should I report this? Various negative thoughts started creeping in.

How did they text me from my friend’s number?

Thinking this could escalate, I reconsidered.

“Why aren’t you coming in, Jihoo?”

The woman asked me why I wasn’t coming in.

I could retort that I wouldn’t casually enter a stranger’s home, but wait, didn’t she just call me Jihoo?

That’s not the wrong name. My name is Jihoo.

But how does this woman know I’m Jihoo?

Reflecting on our conversation so far, my name hadn’t come up.

Why does she know my name?

I stared at the woman for a while, contemplating.

Even if I thought she might be intensely filming me secretly…

Given the length of this situation, I realized it couldn’t just be a hidden camera prank.

After zoning out for a while, the woman began to glare at me in frustration.

Then, pointing at herself, she said who she was.

“It’s me. Your childhood friend, Jiwon.”

“Huh…?”

What kind of madness is this now?

**

Eventually, I entered the house.

Inside, the woman claiming to be my friend Jiwon was rustling through a magazine.

I wish she had at least called out when I entered the room. Her silent smile makes me even more nervous.

“So… you’re saying you’re our Jiwon?”

Since there was no response from her end, I ended up speaking first.

“Oh… yeah, that’s right.”

She accepted it very nonchalantly. Can I really believe this?

Lost in thought, I pondered how to get out of this situation.

Continuously observing him splitting hairs, it seems like he’s not quite normal.

Should I report him as is? That thought crossed my mind.

I don’t know how to handle this situation.

Thinking so, I stared at the woman who claimed to be a volunteer and couldn’t decide what to say.

The only thing I could trust was,

“You’re the volunteer, right?”

The self-proclaimed volunteer nodded in response to my words.

I don’t know how to react to that.

After staring at the woman for a while,

one thing came to mind.

“No, but my friend doesn’t have two melons; she has two balls on her chest.”

It seemed like the balls of the volunteer had spilled out as her chest looked significantly larger.

When I asked if the person claiming to be a volunteer really didn’t believe me,

“You made a fake vagina with slime when you were in fifth grade.”

“Damn, that’s our Junghwa.”

Junghwa, the only one who knew my secret dark history.

For over four years, I hadn’t told anyone about it, and now, Junghwa was revealing my dark past just for a prank. That wasn’t the Junghwa I had known for over four years.

With just one word, I could tell that this person was Junghwa.

“How did you end up like this?”

Looking at Junghwa with a worried expression, she smiled and asked if I hadn’t seen the message.

Although the message clearly said “I’m going to fuck you,” upon closer inspection, it actually read “I’m going to tease you.”

Could it be that she really teased someone?

“Damn, did you become this pretty by just teasing once?”

Thinking back on Junghwa,

she was close to perfection, almost like a model student, despite being called a nerd with glasses and acne.

Just by teasing once, she changed this much?

If I thought about the old Junghwa and looked at her now,

with pink hair and enough gold in her hair to mistake it for real gold, all her fat seemed to have disappeared… or rather, it had all been concentrated in her chest, making it look plump.

Her height was definitely around 173 cm, but in just two months, did she shrink? My current height is 175 cm, and even if we include her height, she seemed to have shrunk enough for her head to touch her waist.

“Junghwa, what happened to you?”

I asked Junghwa what had happened to her.

In response, Junghwa looked at me, smiled contentedly, and said,

“Junghwa? Call me Eve~”

“Eve, stop messing around. What really happened?”

I asked Eve not to mess around and to tell me what had happened.

And Eve explained exactly and quickly what had happened.

“I woke up today, and this is how it turned out.”

She said it so simply, but this wasn’t an easy topic to talk about so casually.

I don’t know. Right now, I can only nod my head and accept it.

It would have been easier to understand if she had said it was a hidden camera prank.

But since she didn’t mention a hidden camera prank, it didn’t seem to be that.

Eve seemed calm for a moment, got up from her seat, took the next volume of the comic book, and started reading.

How can she be so nonchalant? Is she not embarrassed?

I feel dizzy right now, but this guy, without a care in the world, just kept reading comic books.

Even though I wanted to say something to make her feel a bit flustered,

that’s just her personality.

Eve has always been like this.

Whenever something happens, she thinks about it then.

Even when she became an adult, entered the same university but kept dropping out,

when she moved out and lived alone, initially surviving on part-time jobs and sometimes asking me for help when things got tough.

She was always the same.

Even though she became a woman, her personality seemed unchanged.

For 4 years, only Kim Jiwon could remain so calm in a situation like this.

“Sigh… What should I do with you.”

I still can’t wrap my head around this situation.

I even pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. I even slapped myself.

The more I acted like that, the more Jiwon started to look at me like I was some weirdo.

Or was it the opposite? Shouldn’t I be looking at him with that kind of gaze right now?

I must have read manga for about 30 minutes.

“Ugh…”

Jiwon, while reading the manga, suddenly grabbed his stomach and lay down as is.

“Why? Are you in pain somewhere?”

Could it be that some pain or something arose when he turned into a woman?

After checking Jiwon’s body and seeing him break out in a cold sweat, I thought maybe we should go to the hospital.

But then…

“Ji… Jiho…”

“Yeah, I’m right here. What’s wrong?”

In a worried tone, I asked Jiwon what was wrong. Jiwon, with a pained expression, looked at me and said,

“Jiho… I’m hungry…”

“Huh…?”

It turned out my worries were completely unfounded…