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It’s been just a week since I contracted Ts disease, and my life has completely transformed.

It has been 10 years since Ts disease emerged.

Initially, people felt fear towards this illness that instantly changes one’s appearance and gender. However, they gradually shifted their focus to the radiant looks and appealing bodies of TS patients, which naturally led to a dark greed following them.

Even in our country, after Ts disease, they take some measures, but they only conduct a simple examination for Ts disease, issue a new identity, and send some support supplies.

Naturally, such actions do not protect them, exposing them to filthy greed.

Of course, such stories used to be tales from a distant land for me… until a week ago.

Ding-dong~

It seems like the support materials I applied for three days ago have arrived.

Suddenly turning into TS and being laid off from work, I awkwardly got up from lying down endlessly to open the door for the delivery.

Creak

As the door opened, instead of an ordinary delivery person, a man who seemed like a government official handed me a box and asked a few questions for identity verification.

“So, you’re Ms. Kim Min-hoo, right? That’s all from me.”

Swiftly

“…Yes.”

Did I just talk about greed? If I were an ordinary woman, I might have flared up or filed a complaint while staring at my chest, but a TS girl is different.

If you act like that, all you get in return is cold stares.

“Why is this guy who used to be a ‘man’ making a fuss about it?”

Thud

The door closed, and I took the box back inside.

I turned my head for a moment to look at the mirror. Silky white hair, golden eyes painted as if with watercolors, and an unbelievably large chest fat.

They call this kind of thing “chimera” on the internet, right? The viewers might find it enjoyable, but not the person experiencing it.

Isn’t it uncomfortable when your chest jiggles every time you walk?

What about going down the stairs? When you can’t see your feet, you have to cautiously move your hand along the railing.

I consider it fortunate that I don’t worry about symptoms like chest pain or aging due to Ts disease.

Thanks to that, I sometimes become the target of jealousy, but let’s overlook that.

Gurgle

Lost in thought, hunger began to strike.

Glancing at the clock, it was already past 3 p.m.

Even if I’m Ts, I still need to eat.

I went to the kitchen intending to have some ramen, but remembering I had the last pack yesterday made me gloomy once again.

“No rice, no side dishes, and delivery… I have to save money.”

In that case, the only option is to go out and buy ramen.

I thought about going a bit further for groceries but quickly shook my head.

“The rumors have already spread, and everyone knows who I am.”

Lonely.

Without committing any crime, I find myself worrying about such things, feeling regretful as I put on a hoodie that doesn’t accentuate my figure and headed to the nearby mart.

Thump thump

“Wow, Mom, that lady’s chest is huge!”

“Oh, sorry! My child is a bit blunt…”

“It’s okay.”

This is a sound I’ve heard dozens of times in just a week.

I need to get used to it.

I’ll have to listen to this sound for the rest of my life, so I should start adapting now.

Shopping at the mart was quick.

Since I live alone, I didn’t need many things, so I only bought essential items and tried to leave quickly.

“Oh.”

“Oops.”

But I ran into a familiar face.

“Oh… Min-hoo-ji, right? How have you been lately, any discomfort?”

“Well, nothing major… really.”

It feels like sitting on thorns. Even relatives’ nagging during holidays wasn’t this bad.

“For things like shampoo, use women’s products… Women should take care of their hair properly.”

“Thank you for the advice. Aunt, I’ll be on my way then.”

I practically sprinted away, and each step I took made that damn chest fat jiggle in sync with my pace.

With every step, I feel more and more eyes on me.

“As much as possible! Let’s get out of here as quickly as possible.”

However, bad things have a way of happening in succession.

There were more than five people in front of the checkout counter, each laden with items, making it seem like it would take ages just to finish checking out.

Beep.

Beep.

Though it was barely 10 minutes, it felt like an hour had passed.

And finally, my turn approached.

Just as relief and joy began to light up my face.

Glance.

Beep.

“Oh, it’s not over yet.”

Beep.

I looked around for a moment.

The mart had been unusually quiet since earlier, and now I understood why.

Everyone was staring at me.

It was like a bizarre spectacle from a zoo or circus, where they showcase something strange. Some looked at my different hair color with wonder, while others with eyes of disdain, not bothering to hide their lustful gazes.

As soon as the checkout was done, I bolted.

I couldn’t bear it.

“Even if I’ve become a woman, I’m still human, I’m human!”

I ran until my breath ran out.

My chest heaving, my posture a mess, but I didn’t care as I ran all the way home, barely making it.

Clatter.

Thud!

“Huff… huff….”

In my haste, I slammed the door shut and flung the items I had bought aside.

It seems like going outside will be difficult in this state.

With time, people may get used to me and things might improve from now, but whether I can endure until then is doubtful.

I’m exhausted.

Physically fine, but mentally drained, I lay down on the bed to rest for a moment.

But then, through the window, I started hearing loud noises.

“Shoosh-pa-shoosh, B*stard TV here. Today, we’ll be interviewing a transsexual in our neighborhood….”

It seems people won’t leave me alone quietly.

I’ll need to brace myself for a while.

Hoping fervently for this hellish moment to pass, I covered myself with the blanket.