(Caption) Become a girl in an online game (Patreon)

He had always known exactly what he was doing.

In that online game, he had chosen a female character from the very beginning. The reasons were simple: she looked good, social interactions were easier, and most importantly, as a "female player," he could easily gain favors from others—resources, equipment, even money. He was skilled at controlling his tone, maintaining just the right amount of closeness in chat. He never crossed a line, yet always made others feel inclined to help. This disguise lasted for a long time, to the point that he felt he had turned "playing a female player" into a skill of its own.

Then one day, news spread across the forums—technology that allowed consciousness to directly connect to virtual worlds had finally matured.

More and more games began to support this brand-new way of playing. No longer controlling a character, but truly "entering" the world itself. He immediately paid attention to the game he played most, and when the announcement confirmed support for the feature, he signed up for the experience without hesitation. His mind was filled with excitement. He even imagined how much more convincingly he could "play" that female character inside the virtual world itself—until, just before connecting, he suddenly realized a problem he had completely overlooked.

He had always been using a female character.

But the interface had already activated, and his consciousness was pulled into the system before he could back out.

The initial sensation felt like weightlessness, or being wrapped in warm liquid. Streams of data rushed past as the familiar town loaded in. In the very next moment, the transformation began.

The outline of his body changed first. He felt his skeletal structure silently reshaped—his shoulders narrowed, his waist tightened, his center of gravity shifted downward. A soft, undeniable weight suddenly appeared on his chest, making his breath catch. The flatness he had known as a man vanished completely, replaced by a distinct rise and fall that moved gently with every breath.

He instinctively looked down and saw a pair of slender, pale hands. The fingers were long, the joints smooth, the skin so fine it seemed almost flawless—nothing like the rough hands he remembered. Only then did he truly understand that this was not a "simulation." The system was remaking him entirely into the character herself.

Then came his hair.

A heavy sensation spread across his scalp as if it were growing at incredible speed, then carefully arranged. Deep blue hair flowed down past his shoulders, sliding all the way to his waist, the ends lightly brushing against his back with a vivid, unmistakable touch. On the right side, part of his hair was gathered and tied with a red ribbon, the knot resting near his ear and swaying gently with even the slightest movement.

For a moment, strands slipped into his field of vision before he adjusted. The hair brushed against his cheeks, making him instinctively hold his breath.

The makeup was applied almost without sensation. A brief wash of soft light passed over him. When he blinked, his vision felt brighter and gentler. His eyelashes were longer, his view subtly widened. His cheeks held a natural flush, and his lips carried a faint sheen—not heavy, but enough to make his face look delicate and lively.

Then came the clothes.

The touch of fabric settled over his shoulders as a dark-colored dress conformed smoothly to his body, tightening at the waist and spreading naturally below. The skirt was layered, trimmed with red accents at the hem that swayed softly with movement. He could clearly feel the weight of the dress as it settled, as if confirming the final shape of his body.

A decorative strap crossed his chest, and beneath it lay a small white apron adorned with fine patterns, resting against his abdomen and rising and falling gently with his breathing. His legs were wrapped in white thigh-high stockings that extended up to the base of his thighs, snug yet comfortable, their presence impossible to ignore. On his feet were a pair of red shoes with low heels, subtly forcing his posture into something more graceful.

When everything ended, he stood in the middle of the town square.

A reflective system interface appeared nearby, showing him a blue-haired girl. That face was painfully familiar—it was the very character he had created with his own hands, the one he had used to deceive others. Only now, she moved with his breathing and existed with his heartbeat.

At that moment, "he" no longer existed.

The surrounding players quickly noticed her. Some approached cheerfully, others stared without hiding their interest. Voice chat filled with enthusiastic attempts at conversation. Seeing such a beautiful girl appear on the very first day of the new feature made nearly everyone unusually excited.

Her heart skipped a beat, then quickly steadied.

This was an opportunity.‘'

Until now, he had only played a female character from behind a screen. Now, she truly was "she." If she could handle even this situation, then her ability to play roles online would only improve.

She gently adjusted her hair, the ribbon swaying as her skirt lifted slightly. She raised her head and showed a natural, practiced smile toward those gathering around her.

From this moment on, she decided to continue playing this game—as a girl.