Kevin woke up, completely dumbfounded, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. He had been in the middle of reading his favorite novel before falling asleep, but now, it felt as though the world around him had changed entirely. "How the hell did this happen?" he wondered, his thoughts spiraling in confusion. At first, he assumed it was all a dream. So, he pinched his arm, hard enough to feel the sting. But when the pain registered, his eyes widened in shock.
His cheeks were flushed, and he could feel the distinct mark of his slap lingering. It wasn't a dream—it was real. He wasn't in his world anymore. He had transmigrated into the very novel he had been reading. He struggled to come to terms with the situation, trying to wrap his mind around this bizarre turn of events. The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
The novel he had been reading was set in a futanari world. This world was unlike anything he had ever seen or imagined. It was a world populated entirely by futanaris, beings who were neither male nor female but had both masculine and feminine traits. Kevin, however, was a male. And in a world of futanaris, he was an anomaly, a foreign object. There were no roles for men in this world; no place for someone like him. He thought back to the novel and realized that there had never been any mention of men existing in this universe.
"How can a male survive in a futa world?" he thought, panic rising within him. He knew the world of the novel well—he'd read it dozens of times. He knew there were no males, no traditional gender roles. This was a world where futanaris lived naked, free of clothing. The concept of clothes seemed foreign here, as there was no need for them. In a way, everyone was the same—there were no distinctions, only futanaris, all living in their natural state.
Kevin had enjoyed reading this novel primarily for its explicit scenes, a guilty pleasure he indulged in whenever he needed an escape. But now, as he stood in the middle of this strange world, he felt a rising sense of dread. The world was one thing; being part of it was another entirely. He had been so immersed in the novel's escapism that he never stopped to consider the practicalities of existing in such a place.
As he began to get a grip on his reality, Kevin realized something even more unsettling—he was living in a cheap, run-down hut. It was barely big enough to stretch out in, and the rent barely cost him 50 yuan a month, which only made sense in the context of his current situation. His living conditions were nothing to write home about, a fact that seemed to match the general bleakness of his life in this new world.
With a sinking heart, Kevin stood up and stumbled toward the mirror. He wasn't sure what he expected to see, but what he found startled him even more. He looked into the mirror and saw himself—a handsome man with a slim, weak-looking body. His figure, though attractive, was fragile in its build. But the most shocking part was the small appendage he possessed. It was barely an inch long. Kevin couldn't bring himself to look at it too closely, but even a glance confirmed it: his size was far below average by the world's standards. The futanaris in this world were defined by their size, and size was everything.
He knew exactly what his small size meant. In this world, futanaris were categorized based on the size of their appendage, and social status was built entirely around it. Those with sizes between 0-1 inch were classified as slaves, living in servitude and poverty. With his size of just over 1 inch, Kevin would be categorized as a laborer, a position of low status, barely scraping by. Those with sizes between 1-3 inches were mere laborers, struggling to survive in this society. The futanaris with sizes ranging from 3-5 inches were considered commoners, the middle class of this world. Those with sizes between 5-7 inches were soldiers, and the soldiers enjoyed a certain level of respect and status. The futanaris with 7-9 inch appendages were considered nobles, a step above the rest. And the futanaris with sizes ranging from 9-11 inches were royals, revered by all, and they only mated within their class to ensure their offspring retained the coveted size. There were even special futanaris with bloodlines that granted them the rare 11-13 inch sizes, considered to be the epitome of strength and power.
Though this world was modern in many ways, it still held on to traditions, martial arts, and cultivation practices that determined one's strength and social position. Kevin knew that, with his diminutive size, he would never achieve anything remarkable here. His best option was to accept the reality of his new existence as a laborer. It was a grim prospect, but it was the only one available to him. Hard labor would be his life, nothing more, nothing less.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Kevin began recalling the identity of the body he now inhabited. Perhaps he could find someone to help him, someone who knew him and could guide him through this confusing world. But when he thought back to his past, his heart sank. The memories of his early years were clouded with sorrow. He had been raised in an orphanage until he was five years old. Then, at that age, he had been cast out—abandoned by the system. In this world, everyone was born strong and independent, their magical abilities manifesting early, and by the age of five, children were expected to take care of themselves. Kevin, who had grown up with nothing, was no different.
At the age of 20, he had learned to survive by his own wits. It had been difficult, but he had managed. Now, trapped in this strange world, he felt more isolated than ever.
As he sat in his small, barren room, a knock came at the door. It was a soft tap, but it was enough to pull Kevin out of his thoughts. He opened the door to find Elisa, his landlord. Elisa was a striking figure—tall, with a figure that turned heads wherever she went. She was at least six feet tall, towering over Kevin, who stood at only five feet. Her body was a perfect hourglass shape, with full hips and a generous bust that she wore proudly. She was, without a doubt, a futanari of high status. The subtle gleam in her eyes told Kevin that she wasn't someone to be trifled with.
Elisa stood there, looking down at Kevin with an air of authority. Her long, dark hair blew gently in the wind, and her appearance was almost ethereal. She was a beauty in every sense of the word. But what drew Kevin's attention the most was the size of her appendage—it was around 5.5 inches, far larger than his own, and a mark of her higher social standing.
Elisa didn't speak immediately. Her gaze was cold, calculating. She was here for the rent, Kevin realized, but before she could say anything, he rushed to speak.
"Miss Elisa, please! Can you give me two more days? I'll pay every penny, I swear. I'll get the money somehow!" he pleaded, his voice desperate.
Elisa's expression softened for a moment, and she sighed. "Kevin, don't tire yourself out. Come, have dinner with me. I cooked a lot today, and I can't finish it all by myself. It's no trouble at all." She looked at him with a smile that seemed genuine, though there was a hint of something else behind it—a certain hunger, both literal and figurative.
Kevin felt embarrassed, both by the offer and by the fact that his stomach was already grumbling loudly in protest. His pride tried to keep him from accepting, but his hunger won out. He nodded reluctantly, "Okay, Miss Elisa. Lead the way."
As they walked toward her place, Kevin couldn't help but admire her figure. She moved with a natural grace, her body swaying with each step. There was a powerful aura about her, and Kevin wondered what kind of person she was. How could someone like her live in this rundown area when she seemed so strong, so capable?
At the dining table, Kevin was too hungry to be polite. He practically inhaled the food, not caring about etiquette. Elisa watched him with an amused smile, her eyes glimmering as she saw how desperate he was. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, they engaged in a pleasant conversation, and Kevin couldn't help but be drawn to her warmth. She was kind in a way that made him feel comfortable, even in such a strange and unfamiliar world.
After they finished eating, Elisa leaned back in her chair and regarded him thoughtfully. "Kevin, I have a proposition for you," she said, her tone serious.
He looked at her, curious. "What kind of proposition?"
Elisa hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'll write off your rent, and I'll cover your food and living expenses. I'll take care of you, but in return, I want you to become my futa girlfriend."
Kevin's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Elisa, with her beauty and status, was offering him a deal he couldn't even fathom. Why would she choose him, of all people? He was nothing compared to the other futanaris she must have around her.
Sensing his hesitation, Elisa continued. "It's not that I don't have admirers, Kevin. But I like you. I like your body. You're different, and that's what I want."
Her honesty left Kevin speechless. He was a man from Earth, and the concept of being someone's girlfriend was completely foreign to him. But in this world, where social status and power were so heavily influenced by physical attributes, it seemed like the only way to survive. But he couldn't bring himself to accept. If he agreed, he would become nothing more than Elisa's plaything, and he wasn't ready for that.
"I'm sorry, Miss Elisa," Kevin said, his voice firm. "If I ever consider being someone's girlfriend, it'll be because of love and feelings, not because of money or benefits."
Elisa's expression faltered, but she quickly masked it with a smile. "I understand, Kevin. I won't pressure you. But know this: I really do care about you. If you ever change your mind, I'll be here. I'd do anything for you."
Looking into her eyes, Kevin could see the sincerity in her words. But he wasn't ready to make that kind of commitment. Not yet.
"Miss Elisa," he said softly, "You're beautiful, and I won't lie—I like you too. But it's just not the right time for
Kevin sat on the bed, staring at the door, the sounds of Elisa's retreating footsteps still echoing in his mind. His heart raced as he thought about the offer she had just made. Elisa, the beautiful, towering futanari who had invited him into her world, offering him a life free from the constant struggle of survival. But the price... Kevin shook his head. No, it wasn't the right time. He wasn't ready to tie himself to anyone, especially not in this world, not when he still barely understood what his future might look like.
His mind raced, unable to settle. He paced around the tiny room, trying to process everything that had happened so far. His current life—such as it was—felt like a strange dream, yet it was all too real. He had transmigrated into a world so different from anything he could have imagined. A world where gender and power were so intricately tied together, where something as simple as a small appendage could determine your entire existence. Kevin knew that his life would be a struggle. His 1.1-inch size would make him a laborer, forced into hard work just to survive. That was a grim reality for someone who had no real family, no real support.
But then there was Elisa. She was offering him a chance—a way out, a way to not have to fight for survival each day. She had given him food, shelter, and a proposal that would guarantee his well-being. And yet, despite all of that, Kevin couldn't help but feel uneasy. There was something about her offer that felt too easy, too straightforward. Was it truly just kindness? Or was there something more beneath the surface?
Kevin's thoughts were interrupted when his stomach growled loudly. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until now. It was almost embarrassing. He had been so caught up in his internal conflict that he had forgotten the basics. There were still some leftovers from the meal Elisa had made earlier. Kevin rose to his feet, walked over to the small kitchen area, and grabbed a bowl. He poured some of the leftover stew, trying not to think about how this might look to Elisa if she came back. He wasn't used to feeling like he owed someone so much.
As he sat down to eat, he thought about his options. Elisa's offer was tempting, but he had no idea what life would be like as her partner. What kind of expectations would she have? Was he supposed to follow her around, living under her protection and control? The idea of living that way made him feel uncomfortable, even though it was far better than the alternative—working his body to the bone just to survive in a world that had no room for someone like him.
His thoughts were scattered, filled with doubt and fear. In the quiet of the tiny room, Kevin was left with nothing but the noise of his own thoughts. He finished the food quickly, but his mind didn't settle. His hunger was sated, but the gnawing feeling in his chest remained.
He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. It was time for action. If he was going to survive in this world, he couldn't let fear control him. He had to think about his future. He had to think about how he was going to make it in this strange, unfamiliar world. Elisa had given him a way out, but that didn't mean he had to take it. There were other ways to make his own way, but it would require strength, resourcefulness, and the ability to adapt.
Kevin thought back to his time in the orphanage. He had been thrown out at the age of five, expected to survive on his own. Back then, the world was different—he was just a child, too young to understand the complexities of survival. But now, he was an adult, and the world was harsher than he could have ever imagined. There was no room for weakness, and no one was going to take care of him unless he proved he was worthy of help.
He thought about the possibility of finding other ways to support himself. Could he train in martial arts? Could he cultivate his mana and become stronger, rise above the limitations of his size? It wasn't an easy path, but it was one that he could control. There was no guarantee that he would succeed, but that was part of the challenge, wasn't it? He had always been someone who fought for what he wanted, no matter the odds.
A sudden knock at the door made Kevin jump. He had been so deep in thought that he hadn't heard anyone approach. Hesitantly, he walked to the door, wondering if it was Elisa returning to try and convince him again. When he opened it, however, he was surprised to find a stranger standing there.
The woman was tall, even taller than Elisa, with a muscular build and short, cropped hair. Her expression was neutral, but there was an intensity in her eyes that immediately made Kevin feel like she was sizing him up. She was dressed in plain clothes, but there was something about the way she carried herself that suggested she was someone important, someone used to being in control.
"Are you Kevin?" she asked, her voice low but firm.
Kevin nodded, unsure of what to expect. "Yes, I am. Can I help you?"
The woman didn't waste any time. "I'm looking for someone who might be interested in training. A strong body is worth more in this world than anything else, and I think you have the potential to be more than just a laborer. I can help you get stronger, if you're willing."
Kevin's eyes widened in surprise. "Train? How?"
The woman gave a slight smile. "It's not an easy path. It requires dedication, sacrifice, and hard work. But if you're serious about it, I can teach you how to cultivate your mana, how to use your body as a weapon. I've trained many others, and I think you have the potential to be something more than just another low-tier futanari."
Kevin didn't know how to react. He had always wanted to be stronger, but the idea of training, of going through rigorous exercises, of pushing his body to the limit—it was a daunting prospect. And yet, there was a part of him that was intrigued, a part of him that wanted to see what he could become if he truly put his mind to it.
"Who are you?" Kevin asked, still trying to wrap his head around the offer.
"My name is Lyra," the woman replied. "I'm a martial arts master, specializing in mana cultivation. I've trained people from all walks of life, and I'm looking for someone who can take their training seriously."
Kevin paused, considering the offer. It was an opportunity, a real chance to change his fate. But it wasn't going to be easy. He would have to put in the work, sacrifice his comfort, and push himself beyond his limits. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Finally, after a long moment, Kevin made up his mind. "I'm in," he said, his voice steady.
Lyra smiled, a glint of approval in her eyes. "Good. Meet me at the training grounds tomorrow morning. We'll start with the basics. And remember, this isn't a game. If you're serious about this, you'll need to dedicate yourself fully."
With that, Lyra turned and left, disappearing into the night. Kevin stood there for a moment, his mind racing. He had made a decision, but now he had to follow through. Tomorrow would mark the beginning of a new chapter in his life. It wouldn't be easy, but it was a chance he couldn't afford to ignore.
As he closed the door and returned to his bed, Kevin's thoughts began to settle. He had a goal now, a purpose. Training with Lyra would give him the opportunity to grow stronger, to make something of himself in this world. And maybe, just maybe, he could rise above the limitations imposed on him by his size.
The future was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, Kevin felt a flicker of hope.