Having Become a Woman, I Now Live as a Complete Outcast

There might be some guys out there who’ve had this kind of fantasy.

What kind of life would I lead if I became a girl?

When I used to chat with my friends, some of them would even say they’d rather live as a girl. Not me, though. I was firmly in the “absolutely not” camp.

But it seems like that stance caught the eye of some divine prankster up there. Why else would they skip over the guys who were practically begging to be girls and instead flip my perfectly normal life upside down, turning me into one?

“I-I’m sorry… you’re a girl now, right…?”

Hyunsu, a close friend, starts to pat my shoulder but hesitates, pulling his hand back and slowly backing away.

All I can do is stand there, frozen, helplessly watching the scene unfold.

“Hey, if you’re a girl now, shouldn’t you be doing some favors for your buddies?”

“Yeah, exactly! What’s the point of being friends otherwise?”

The snickers of some delinquents from my class, guys I was never even close with, echo around me as they circle closer.

I try to block out their voices and pretend I don’t hear them, but it’s not exactly a foolproof strategy.

That’s right. TS Disease.

Or, as the academic types call it, Natural Gender Transition Syndrome. The damn disease that’s been documented and studied.

That’s the name of the condition I’m stuck with—the phenomenon that turned my life upside down in an instant.

Because of it, I went from being a perfectly ordinary high school guy to a high school girl overnight. From that day on, I became a floating existence at school.

Not fitting in with the guys. Not fitting in with the girls. A total outcast, like a lone duck egg adrift on the Nakdong River.

“Mom… I want to transfer schools.”

Unable to endure that awkward position any longer, I begged my parents to let me switch schools.

My mother, who’d been struggling emotionally alongside me since my condition appeared, decided it was for the best and agreed to my request.

Let’s live a completely new life.

I’d blend in among students who had no idea I’d ever been a guy and live an ordinary school life.

With that resolve, I transferred to Cheongseol Girls’ High School, hoping to keep my head down and graduate without drawing attention.

If you’re wondering why a girls’ school, it’s because I figured if I’m stuck living as a girl, I might as well throw myself into their world and learn how to navigate it.

“My name is Seo Harin. Nice to meet you all.”

Back when I transferred, my name had already changed from Seo Hajin to Seo Harin. It’d been three months since then, but the new name still felt foreign on my tongue.

That’s probably a sign of how disconnected I felt from my old life.

Especially since my height, once a proud 177.5 cm, had shrunk to 160 cm. Standing at the front of the class to introduce myself, even the eye level felt unnervingly low.

After that, I got a lot of attention as the new transfer student, but I kept my responses short, answering only what was asked and avoiding any unnecessary chatter.

That distance felt right. They’d feel awkward around me, I’d feel awkward around them—it seemed like the perfect balance.

But apparently, that wasn’t the smartest move.

Within a week, some kids started looking down on me. A few even began openly calling me a loser.

Still, I didn’t want to stir up trouble, so I decided to keep my head down as much as possible.

After all, I’m not a guy anymore. That sense of powerlessness, knowing I probably couldn’t stand up to those girls, played a big part too.

“Hey, loser. Not eating lunch?”

Here she comes again—Park Seoyeon, the queen bee of our class’s delinquents. I give a small nod, my shoulders tensing slightly.

Why does she care so much about whether I eat or not?

If she’s gonna mess with me, she should just do it instead of making me overthink like this.

“Uh, yeah… I was gonna grab some bread from the school store…”

“What? Bread? Don’t you know what’s on the menu today?”

Park Seoyeon glares at me with those cat-like eyes, letting out an exasperated “Hah!” as if I’m hopeless.

The menu? Who cares about that?

As a bread guy—well, I guess a bread girl now—unless they’re serving steak, the school store’s bread is always the better choice.

And our school’s bread isn’t just your average convenience store stuff. They get it delivered from a proper bakery, so the quality’s top-notch.

“Wow, you’re missing out on half of life. You know that, right?”

“It’s fine. I like bread…”

“…Bread? What kind do you like?”

Why’s she asking that?

Is she planning to buy up all my favorite bread to crush my soul or something?

Joke’s on her—I like pretty much any kind of bread, so that kind of bullying wouldn’t even work.

For a delinquent, her tactics are almost cute. I suppress a laugh and answer earnestly.

“I like pizza bread.”

“Pfft. Pizza bread? My eight-year-old brother likes that stuff.”

“W-Well, it’s still good…”

Even in the face of her blatant mockery, I hold my ground.

What’s wrong with pizza bread? Is she seriously dissing it right now?

She owes an apology to the five million pizza bread lovers across the country, this jerk.

Of course, I don’t have the guts to say that to a delinquent’s face, so I just purse my lips like a coward.

Thud—

Something suddenly lands on my desk.

Blinking in confusion, I look down and see a clear plastic bag with a piece of bread inside, studded with sausage bits.

Ketchup and mayo swirl on top like they’re dancing.

That’s right.

It’s the very pizza bread I’d just been hyping up.

“I wasn’t gonna eat it anyway, so take it. Deal with my leftovers.”

“L-Leftovers…?”

Seoyeon’s casual remark makes me echo her last word in a questioning tone.

I mean, I was supposed to go to the military, so I know what “leftovers” means in that context, but don’t girls usually not use that term?

Then again, it’s not that weird in this internet age. Maybe she picked it up somewhere.

Anyway, she’s popular enough that she probably got it from someone and didn’t want it, so she’s passing it off to me.

Honestly, being treated like a human garbage disposal doesn’t feel great, but I can’t help the smile that creeps out at the thought of eating my favorite bread.

“Thanks, Seoyeon. I’ll enjoy it.”

“Tch, thanks for what? I told you I’m just dumping it ‘cause I don’t want it.”

For some reason, her cheeks flush red as she tries to correct me, but I just clutch the bread carefully and keep expressing my gratitude.

“Yeah, but I’m still thankful…”

If I don’t say thanks now, she might pick a fight about it later.

Better to cover my bases with gratitude.

Besides, whatever her reasons, this means I’ve got my daily bread secured, so I’m genuinely happy.

“Ugh, idiot. Getting all happy over being treated like a trash can. No wonder you’re such a loser.”

“S-Sorry.”

I’m not sure why, but Park Seoyeon seems mad all of a sudden, so I hurriedly apologize.

That only makes her raise her voice again, steam practically rising from her head.

This time, it feels like she’s actually pissed.

“Why the hell are you apologizing, you… ugh, forget it! Whatever!”

Muttering to herself, Park Seoyeon stomps off, her footsteps echoing loudly as she storms away.

I stare blankly at her retreating figure before my gaze drops to the pizza bread in my hands.

Say what you will, but she didn’t extort me, didn’t lay a hand on me, and even if she teases me for being a loser, she occasionally does stuff like this. Maybe she’s secretly a decent person.

Not that I’m naive enough to think we could ever be friends, though.