“What did you do to me?!”

I put both of my hands on my mouth. This voice totally WASN’T my voice! There was no way this high-pitched scream was my voice!

The witch laughed before slowly disappearing.

“I made you become one of those creatures you hate so much. Two years. Remember, you have two years. If, in two years, you still don’t understand what it is like to be a girl, how difficult it is, then you’ll stay one until the day you die. When the last petal falls, you better understand… or else…”

She chuckled.

“Or else, be one of those you hate for eternity…”

Her voice resounded though she wasn’t here anymore, and I couldn’t help but hit my head on the wall. This HAD to be a dream! This could NOT be true! I was NOT a girl! I was a man! A 24 years old, handsome man with a deep voice, short, dark brown hair, and just enough abs to look healthy! I was NOT a girl! I was NOT a girl with long brown hair and long eyelashes and s and… and… nothing down there!

“I’m not a girl… I…”

I stopped talking. Talking to myself wasn’t a good idea. This horrible high-pitched sound wasn’t my voice. I went to my room, trembling. This had to be a nightmare. There was no way it could be real. I was a man. Yeah, that was it. I was a man, and because I hated girls so much, I was dreaming about something horrible like this just to hate girls even more the next morning. It had to be that.

I looked at myself in the big mirror of my room and couldn’t help but feel tears flowing on my cheeks. I was so ugly. That dream was horrible. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to wake up in my body, with my short hair and my handsome face…

I went to sleep without eating. I just wanted to wake up as soon as possible.

But, when I woke up the next morning… I was still a girl. I started crying, unable to control my emotions. What the hell was that? Why was I crying so easily? Had my mind turned to a girl’s? Why couldn’t I stop crying?

I couldn’t go to work like this. It didn’t really matter if I didn’t go to my office anyways. I was the president of the company. If they needed help, they could email me, I didn’t need to be there. For now, the most important thing was that I needed help. And I could only ask one person. The only girl I didn’t hate.

Ahra, my older sister.

I quickly sent her an email, hoping she would reply soon. I couldn’t call her. Not with that sound I now had as a voice…

‘Noona, I need help. Could you come over today? It’s very important. Please?’

I nervously waited a few minutes before the ‘New message!’ thing popped in my face.

‘Come over? Today? But… I have work… How important is it?’

‘Enough so I’m asking you to come over. You know I wouldn’t do this for nothing.’

‘Um, okay. I’ll come over during lunchtime, around noon. But prepare something for me to eat, okay? And please don’t burn it.’

I sighed in relief.

‘Okay! Thanks a lot, noona!’

I jumped off my chair and started running here and there in the house before stopping, wincing in pain. I couldn’t run with those two useless, fat things on my chest! It was painful! I sighed and decided to walk.

I went to my room and frowned when I noticed how my wardrobe suddenly looked higher than before. I opened it and face palmed when I understood that I couldn’t read the highest shelf anymore. Of course that stupid body would be smaller! 1,80m Asian girls didn’t ‘normally’ exist!

I growled and went to my bathroom with a pen. I stood near the wall and used the pen to mark how tall I was, before using a meter to measure it. I roared - well, squealed, because a girl voice couldn’t roar - in rage when I saw the results.

“1,53m?! WHAT THE IS THAT?!”

I checked and checked uncountable times, just to be sure of the results, but they were always the same. I sighed and looked at my pants, WAY too long for my tiny legs now.

“Tsk. No wonder…”

I took a look at the hour. 10:46. Better start making food now, just in case I would fail and have to do something else. But before that, I would have to find other clothes. I was happy I had sent that stupid girl after her. At least I had these clothes for now. The pants were just a bit too long - but I remembered how they were also a bit too long for the stupid thing - and the shirt was horribly pink and girly, but the rest was okay. Surprisingly enough, the bra was exactly the right size too. I frowned. Was it possible that the witch had given me the exact size of that thing I had ?

I started moving around in these clothes and sighed, disgusted and annoyed. The bra was everything except comfortable, the were weirdly tight on my , the shirt was too revealing and girly, the pants were…. Okay, they were the only piece of clothing I didn’t mind that much - thanks to the fact the stupid thing was just a bit of a tomboy -, but my long hair was ALWAYS in the way. I had to find a way to take care of it - but without cutting it! With my new girly face, there was no way I would look good without having long hair. Noona would surely be able to help me out on this, but for now, I could only see one way to take care of it and that was the ponytail way… if I could find something to keep them together. Of course, a guy’s apartment wouldn’t have any elastic, so I had to use a big rubber band instead. I winced. When I would take it off, this would definitely HURT. In the worst case, I would just ask noona to cut the thing for me.

I was happy that my hair as a man was usually so messy that I always kept a hairbrush with me. I use it to brush my long, loooong hair, and then make a ponytail. Not a very good one, but as long as my hair stopped being in the way, I didn’t care.

After taking care of this, I went to the kitchen to start making lunch. I frowned when I noticed that my little fingers seemed to know how to make food, or well, at least more than when I was a man. I was horrible at cooking, but this time I managed to put together tuna salad with vegetables. I put everything in the fridge, happy that this was done, before finally eating breakfast. Of course, this tiny body wouldn’t need as much food as my usual body, so I ate half of what I usually ate before being full.

Noona arrived around 12:15. I hid in a corner of my apartment, leaving the door unlocked, when I saw her getting out of her car. I sighed and hoped that everything would go well.