Chapter 7 – Reverification

August's morning dreams have swept him away from whatever newlands he had found himself in. For a brief moment, he had found himself back on the planet Earth. Staring at the irradiated ruins of Pacifica. Vaguely shifting to the air, he entered his apartment to see all his belongings destroyed, his expensive software and VR tools gone. Nothing remained, nothing was left. The truck he had boarded before he died stood in front of him. Someone climbed off, it was him in his old body, wearing a uniform akin to World War 2 G.I. 'Theodore' pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger. A hole in his chest, no blood was present but he felt the pain.

"Imposter," his self said to him.

August's eyes went wide as severe abdominal pain shot through his nerves, Alysse, hands pushing hard against his stomach. 

"Ow, It's early, get off of me." he moaned. "Did you have to hurt my stomach?"

"Lady Irina's order. Now get up! I have been slapping you for minutes, and you still sleep like a dog."

Is that why his cheeks were hurting

In front of him, neatly covered up was a bundle of clothing. The feminine nature of the clothing did not go unnoticed. 

"Can I at least have something unique to wear, maybe unisex?"

The maid girl raised an eyebrow. "Considering your newfound, feminine flair, Lady Irina has decided that you would draw much less attention to yourself if you embraced this 'feminine' side."

"But I am a guy, I don't wanna be catcalled by ugly old men!" he complained. 

"It is either being touched by ugly old men or being castrated by the public. Your choice honestly." the maid said, before slamming the door shut.

He got up from the bed, reluctantly undressing himself. And staring at his naked body in the full-length mirror in the corner. He was quite frail compared to other men, his hips abnormally larger than even some girls. Even his thighs were nicely built. He slapped his own butt in the mirror if it wasn't a queer thought. He wouldn't mind fucking his new self. 

'No weird thoughts, no weird thoughts.' he told himself over and over again. And yet his penis still caught him off guard, it was so much smaller than before when it was flaccid, and his balls were also utterly devoid of any ball hair. 

He shook his head. An issue for tomorrow. He slowly got himself dressed in girlish clothing. He grunted. It was humiliating, to say the least. But he didn't want to do anything to offend his 'mistress.'

As he adjusted to the clothing. He stared at himself in the mirror. A grey loose tunic, with soft woven fabric draped over his frame. Some delicate embroidery on the sleeves and the neckline. A matching skirt that fell just perfectly to his knees. Around his waist was a thin leather belt, that kept the two together, a small pouch was on the side of it. 

He had been given, brown boots, laced up towards his ankle. They seemed very sturdy, not the casual kind. Alysse had entered again, adjusting his hair, making it less messy and more refined.

'He admired himself in the mirror.'

"Cute but don't get carried away. Behave in public, or I will castrate you myself."

He swallowed, she was very difficult to appease.

"There is food prepared, help yourself in the kitchen if you want to eat." the girl said before storming off again.

He looked out the window of his room, what was stopping him from just running away, fleeing the kingdom, and going to live like a hermit elsewhere, a manhunt perhaps?

As Irina and August made it into the town, he couldn't help but notice some men staring at him, he doubted they recognized him in this manner. However, the stares and the whistles he received were indeed embarrassing and uncomfortable.

They reached the adventure's guild, which stood on the other side of the town. Irina dragged him towards the receptionist when he claimed he was too shy to speak for himself. 

"And, how may I help you today?" the receptionist lady asked him. The widest smile on her face. She was a brunette, with hair tied into a bun, height slightly smaller than him, had thick glasses on 

Irina handed her a piece of paper. Her eyes went wide as she read it. An unholy gaze Lay behind her glasses as she stared at him with repulsion and horror. 

He giggled awkwardly. 

"The guild has the right to turn anyone away it deems disruptive, destructive, and corrupt."

"But you aren't the guild, you are an agent of it. And much less the courts of the kingdom."

The reception girl scowled. 

"But I can't this man abused Princess Adelheid, as one of the few women, who advocates for women's rights in this man-dominated kingdom. Not only that, he dresses up as a woman himself, which I find very perverted, to be honest. I can't allow it, I'm sorry. "

"But he is not here on his own accord, but under mine, his handler, approved by the court. He is dressed this way at my behest, to ensure his appearance in public causes no civil unrest."

The girl raised a brow.

"And who might you be ms. handler?"

"Irina Von Schattenwald."

She appeared taken aback by the name. 

"Von Schattenwald!? I thought you were all–"

Irina held her finger up towards her mouth. Her eyes locked in place.

"I prefer not to speak about my personal matters in public," she stared at a metal name tag that hung on her shirt. "Ms. Yelena."

"I–apologize, I did not know who you were." she bowed her head in regret.

"Well then, will you aid me with the great burden I've been entrusted by the king's court itself."

"Of course, lady Irina." she turned her attention towards August. "Well come along then, please do not try anything."

Unfairly judged, he thought. He would at least ask for consent before he did anything strange. She took him through a hallway and into a secluded room. Leaving his Boss lady behind.

Ms. Yelena pushes him onto a chair, in a room utterly void of anything except a big crystal ball in the center. 

"This is simply an aptitude test, so we'll skip everything else, seeing as you are a registered member of the guild. I'll give you Three questions, and answer them truthfully or you will be penalized for the foreseeable future. For every lie you tell, this crystal ball will zap you. Lie twice and you fail reregistration"

August started sweating bullets, it was a gamble who knows what she might ask, if there was a slight chance of him out here and now, he'd run.

"Do you affirm that you are the hero August, who helped slay the demon queen years ago."

"Yes," he said, swallowing his own saliva. 

Nothing happened, even if it wasn't really true. It must have been this body at work.

"You have committed crimes against this kingdom and its people in the past few weeks."

"Yes…" he answered. Even if 'he' didn't do it, it was still the original August's body.

A small chain of lightning exited the sphere zapping him on his body. 

"Ow…" 

Yelena stared in confusion, according to the court's own admission, he had definitely committed a crime, the ball shouldn't have zapped him. What were the chances he was innocent in his eyes? 

"That made no sense? Unless you were innocent," she said, narrowing her eyes. But moved on to the next question. 

"You were born in the town of Penhaven on the 7th of the 12th month?"

What the fuck was he supposed to say here, he didn't have access to any of August's original information.

"Uhhhh…yes?"

The crystal ball did nothing, no zap. It seems the questions were simply to confirm established realities.

The receptionist hmmmd and hummed. She stood up and went to retrieve something of a shelve. August couldn't help but notice her thick legs, the pantyhose she was wearing, and the heels she had on thumping on the floor.

He could already feel his blood rushing towards his head."

Behave, behave, behave.

She came up to him, bringing something long, a large needle, and he immediately backed away, falling off the chair.

"You can't be seriously afraid of a needle can you."

"I'm sorry, I'm not comfortable with this," he said backing away even further.

"Was the princess comfortable when you back her into a room, now hold still! You silly little perv"

She jabbed the needle into him, withdrawing blood. He winced at the sharp pain. Unable to hide his complaints he starts swearing.

"Fuck..that hurts."

She took the blood-filled syringe to the large crystal ball and injected it into the ball. Like a magical screen, the orb displays his current abilities. 

Status

Lvl 3 < 112

Job: Hero

Health ability: 1000 < 800000

Magic Points (MP): 50

Strength: E-rank< S

Defense: D-rank< S

Magic: F-rank < SS

Magic Defense: F-rank< SS

Agility: D-rank< SSS

Luck: D Rank,< S

He stared at his current stat level, From being reborn an S-rank hero to turning into a D-tier jobber.

"They really took it all away, didn't they? Well, I hope you will repent for your sins."

She wrote it down, and handed it to him, "Well that's it then, you're free to do what you want within the guild's operation. Have fun starting from the bottom again. "

He sighed and couldn't help but display his disappointment. At Least he had a second chance at life. 

"So can I leave now," he asked, eager to get out of the room that made him uneasy. 

"But I'm not through with you." She shut the door behind him. Summoned a whip out of nowhere, "I have powerful friends too, I don't fear your master. SO… I suggest you take what I'm about to give you quietly. Scream and you will regret it. I may never get another chance like this."

Perhaps it was time to run now.