Chapter 2: Why Did I Become a Beautiful Girl?

Why Did I Become a Beautiful Girl?

That morning, I woke up pretty quickly.

If this were a manga, there would be a "gaba" sound effect and he would sit up with such speed that it would seem like a converging line was being drawn.

"I, I'm alive..."

Going back to a past life.

If I were asked to choose a word to describe my high school life and myself, I would probably answer "ordinary."

I was neither an introvert nor an extrovert, and just because I had no romantic experience didn't mean I doesn't have any female friends.

It was neither here nor there.　

During those three years in high school, I hadn't had any significant romantic events, and I dedicated my youth to the volleyball club, which lost in the first round of the regional qualifiers. My high school life was about to transition smoothly into campus life.

That was graduation day.

I was hit by a truck that crashed into the crosswalk.

Only me.

Was everyone else safe?

That's something I was curious about, but I wasn't in a position to check it out right now.

──Where am I?

I looked around the room again.

If I had to describe it in two word, it would be "girl's room."

The furniture was all pink and white, with stuffed cats and bears scattered here and there.

...A girl's room?

Why did girls love to display stuffed animals?

Wouldn't it collect dust?

Among the pink furniture, a full-length mirror about 30 centimeters wide stood quietly.

I got up from the bed and stood in front of it, which was placed next to the window.

"Whaa ...?"

The person in the mirror was not an ordinary high school boy.

"This is... me?!"

A petite, beautiful girl stood there, with long, beautifully dyed pink hair that flowed from the crown of her head, a slim figure, and a white, frilly dress!

...Maybe I've been reincarnated as a beautiful girl!?

But who is this beautiful girl?

Before I could even sort out my confused thoughts, the door to the room slammed open.

"Shut up! What time do you think it is? Hurry up and get changed and go to school!"

The person who opened the door was a woman who looked like a mother, holding a ladle.

She has short pink hair and looks to be in her mid-thirties.

Her big eyes looked just like mine in the mirror.

"What school...?"

"Are you still half asleep?!"

What my mother (tentative) took out of the closet was a sailor uniform.

Surprisingly, it wasn't just a sailor uniform.

It was a pink sailor uniform.

Who would look good in a uniform like this?

Before I knew it, I was being changed into a sailor uniform and given a school bag.

No, why it suits me!?

Before I had time to make a remark, I was chased out of the house.