Waking up as a heroine

Staring down at my naked body in the bath I could still hardly believe my eyes sometimes.

Two perfectly round, pale globes were floating gently in the water, rising just above the surface. If I sunk my body a bit deeper they would try to float up and if I stood up in the bath or sat at the edge, they would fall, only to settle into place like two proud hills, defying gravity with their perky firmness.

My wet hair would cling to them, partially covering them, though not very effectively given their size.

The warm water wrapped around me like a gentle embrace as I climbed back in, and for a moment, I felt at peace.

Being submerged they felt almost weightless due to their slight buoyancy but once outside it was hard to ignore them even if I grew familiar to having them around over the last few months.

Their presence had been a constant reminder of the absurdity of it all. I used to be a guy, living a mundane college life in a world where breasts like these were either admired from a distance or fantasized about in games like the one I now found myself trapped in. I had never imagined I would experience what it was like to be the heroine in one of them. Yet here I was, in a body that felt both strange and disconcertingly familiar at times.

I played with my hair gazing at it as my reflection did the same.

It had been surreal to see my own reflection in the water the first time around —soft curves, delicate skin, and an appearance that could have only been designed with lewd intentions in mind. Long, shimmering hair, impossibly flawless features, and, of course, the body—her body—tailored to be as alluring as possible. It was the kind of body that was supposed to drive the plot forward through seduction, romance, and, well, other explicit means. I had played many of these games before, but now I was stuck in one, and not as the protagonist but as the female lead or one of them to be precise.

I stopped for a moment and submerged myself as a strange blend of emotions tugged at me. The unease of being trapped in a different world, the frustration of being reduced to a character meant for someone else's pleasure, and the humor in how ridiculous the whole situation was. And yet, I couldn't ignore the creeping curiosity. How much of the game was now my reality? Did the world follow the games logic and story? How much control did I really have?

I had made plans, all kinds of strategies and contingency plans that came to mind, as I had been dropped of in this world a couple months before the actual story began, but all of them would hinge on how close this world was to the game.

This wasn't just some avatar I could log out of, it was my life now and I had no clue what would happen to me once a bad ending was triggered.

As I ran my fingers through my wet hair and leaned back floating in the water, I realised I needed to adapt even if things didn’t quite align with the game I just need to find some other way, in the worst case scenario I would improvise. If I was going to survive in this world—where my body was my primary asset and danger could come in the form of romance, rivalry, or worse—I had to understand and utilise both my body and the game’s twisted mechanics. My life depended on it.

And maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to turn this absurd situation to my advantage. After all, if I was living in a world designed to fulfill fantasies, I might as well learn how to play the heroine’s part to win.

(The story is a bit all over the place right now with multiple bits and pieces I have writing and will combine into a full story later on.)

Most will be hidden as drafts for now but some pieces will be available and open to comment and critic if anyone is at all interested in these as of yet disjointed stories. I also appreciate misspellings and grammar issues being brought up. )

I recommend reading prison deal to gain a feeling for the direction of the story. While those not wanting to get spoiled can start with “If only it was a Dream” and continue with her first solo adventure “Catacombs”.

(This is a rough draft of the first part of the story with a female audio narration. The female voice is not necessarily her voice but I found it fitting as a narrator.

https://jmp.sh/4YVh96xk it is missing the prison scene and is a very early version using TTS kokoro V1.0 )