In his dimly lit apartment, Hiroshi Tanaka sat hunched over his desk, staring at the rejection text on his phone for the fiftieth time. The words stung just as much now as they had when he first read them.

"Sorry, Hiroshi. You're just not my type. I like real men."

Real men. What did that even mean? Hiroshi wasn't bad-looking. Sure, he wasn't particularly muscular or confident, but he wasn't a pushover either. Or so he thought. His crush, Ayumi, clearly disagreed. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

"Man, you've gotta toughen up," his best friend Kyo Yang had said over beers. "You wanna be a giga chad? Then stop moping and become one."

But how? Hiroshi had no idea. So, he drowned his sorrows in late-night gaming and junk food. He didn't expect his life to change. Not until that fateful night.

The room was suddenly flooded with an unearthly golden light. Hiroshi shielded his eyes, heart racing. When the light dimmed, a figure stood before him—a being of radiance and majesty.

"Hiroshi Tanaka," the figure spoke in a deep, commanding voice. "You have been chosen."

"Chosen for what?" Hiroshi stammered.

"To fulfill a divine mission. You have longed to prove yourself, to transcend your limitations. I shall grant you that chance."

Before Hiroshi could respond, the being raised its hand. "You will be transported to a world where the roles of men and women are reversed. A world where men are rare and revered. You will inhabit the body of a young, handsome, and wealthy boy. Your mission: to become the dominant man you aspire to be and win the hearts of many."

Hiroshi's jaw dropped. "Wait, what?!"

"Failure is not an option. Succeed, and you shall return to your world as the giga chad you dream of."

The world blurred around Hiroshi as the golden light engulfed him. The last thing he heard was the celestial figure's voice: "Good luck."

Hiroshi awoke in a lavish bedroom, draped in silks and bathed in sunlight. He sat up, staring at his reflection in the ornate mirror across the room.

The boy staring back at him was unrecognizable. Pale, flawless skin. Sharp, striking features. Eyes that seemed to glimmer like polished gemstones. This was the kind of face that belonged on magazine covers.

"What the…" Hiroshi muttered, touching his face. His voice was softer, higher-pitched than he remembered.

The door burst open, and a flurry of maids entered, bowing deeply. "Young Master Hiro! Breakfast is ready. Lady Rosalyn is waiting for you downstairs."

"Lady Rosalyn?" Hiroshi asked, still dazed.

"Your elder sister," one of the maids explained. "Shall we help you dress?"

Before Hiroshi could protest, they were already bustling around him, dressing him in an outfit that screamed "young noble." He felt like a doll, but he had bigger questions to worry about.

Downstairs, Hiroshi's "sister," Lady Rosalyn, greeted him with a warm smile. She was stunning, with an air of authority that made it clear she ran this household. But Hiroshi's attention was quickly stolen by someone else.

Sitting at the table, sipping tea delicately, was a boy—no, a man—with delicate features, soft eyes, and an almost ethereal beauty. Hiroshi's jaw dropped.

"Kyo?!" he blurted.

The boy blinked at him, confused. Then his expression softened into a smile. "Hiro! It's been so long!"

Hiroshi's mind reeled. This was Kyo Yang, his best friend. But here, in this world, Kyo was… cute? Delicate? The exact opposite of the giga chad Hiroshi knew.

"What happened to you?" Hiroshi demanded.

Kyo tilted his head, puzzled. "What do you mean? This is how I've always been. You're acting strange, Hiro. Are you feeling well?"

Hiroshi slumped into his chair, trying to process the situation. His best friend, the guy who had pushed him to become a giga chad, was now the epitome of cuteness. And he'd been thrust into a world where men were rare and revered. It was almost too much to handle.

As days passed, Hiroshi began to learn more about this world. Women here were the dominant gender, running businesses, leading armies, and making all the decisions. Men were cherished but largely sheltered, their opinions often dismissed. It was both a dream and a nightmare.

Hiroshi's "mission" quickly became clear. If he wanted to return to his world as a giga chad, he needed to master this one. He had to navigate this matriarchal society, win over powerful women, and prove that he could be a dominant man even in a world where men weren't expected to be.

And so, Hiroshi began his journey. From fending off overzealous admirers to learning the art of negotiation and charisma, he quickly realized that being a giga chad wasn't just about muscles or looks. It was about confidence, wit, and understanding people—especially women.

But one question lingered in his mind: Could he ever see himself as the "real man" Ayumi had wanted? And more importantly, did he even want to?

End.