I Died and Was Reincarnated as a Goth Femboy

With his party officially registered, Kenjiro confidently slapped his hand on a Rank C mission poster. The objective: "Clear the Abandoned Sunstone Mine of Kobolds." It sounded straightforward enough. Goblins, spiders, now lizards. It was practically a world tour of generic fantasy pests.

"Alright team, get your gear. We're moving out," he commanded, trying to sound like a seasoned leader.

He went back to his suite to change into something more "battle-appropriate." His eyes scanned the closet. He remembered Ryo's teasing comment about "battle-skirts." He shuddered, but then his gaze fell upon the section of cosplay outfits. A wild, brilliant, and utterly insane idea sparked in his mind. If he had to look cute, he might as well monetize it to the absolute limit.

He rummaged through the outfits until he found the perfect one: a cosplay of a powerful, green-haired tsundere esper from that anime where a bald guy beats everyone with a single punch. It was perfect. She was bratty, powerful, and constantly annoyed—it was practically him.

But he wouldn't just wear the costume. He went to the guild's high-tech photo studio and "borrowed" a small, hovering camera drone designed for action livestreams. He was going to broadcast the entire quest.

Back in his room, he put on the costume. The green, curly wig was surprisingly comfortable, but the long, black dress was another story. It was tight, hugging every curve of his slender frame, with high slits up the sides. He looked in the mirror and his entire face went up in flames. It was far more revealing than he had anticipated.

Seeing a golden opportunity, he struck a pose—one hand on his hip, the other pointing imperiously—and snapped a picture with his phone. He uploaded it to LilyPad with the caption: Going on a quest. Watch me. #TsundereCosplay #LiveStreamLinkInBio.

His phone immediately exploded.

Can't believe you are cosplaying as my favorite character!

You're my waifu, Bombom! Step on me!

OMG that dress!

Can I draw you pregnant?

He scrolled through the flood of comments, a mix of fawning compliments and deeply weird requests. But one comment caught his eye and made his blood boil.

User DragonSlayer69: you're wearing goth makeup it doesn't fit the cosplay

Kenjiro saw red. He furiously typed back in all caps: "I CAN'T TAKE THIS MAKE UP OFF, SO DEAL WITH IT!"

He stormed out of his room, the little drone camera whirring to life and hovering obediently behind him. He mumbled to himself as he walked, "It's not water with fiber... I'm a big monster... thirteenth repetition..."

He met up with his party in the lobby. Lyrielle's jaw dropped, her green eyes wide with shock as she stared at his outfit. Gluteus Maximus, however, looked like he had just witnessed a divine revelation. He dropped to one knee, his voice booming with reverence.

"My lady Tornado of Terror! You are even more magnificent than the legends! I shall be your loyal Genos!"

Kenjiro just stared at him, then at the shy elf, then back at his own ridiculous outfit. This was going to be a very, very long day.