I become...A Futa?

Virelle's eyes snapped open as a sharp pain shot up her back.

"Ugh…"

She groaned softly.

Everything felt wrong.

She was moving—jerkily, roughly—as if being hauled over a bumpy road. Her body rocked and bounced, scraping against a hard, uneven surface beneath her.

The discomfort jolted her mind awake. Blinking rapidly, she realized she was inside something... box-like. Her surroundings were dim, but not dark—soft, filtered light seeped in through what looked like thin cloth above her. It wasn't black, more like white… or maybe a pale cream.

A cage?

No… yes. It was shaped like a cube, and she could see faint outlines of metallic bars through the cloth.

"What's going on…?" she muttered in confusion.

But the moment the words escaped her lips, she froze.

"…What the? What happened to my voice?!"

It was soft. Higher-pitched. Almost… delicate?

She panicked and tried to sit up quickly—but the whole container lurched, throwing her off balance. With a loud thud, she collapsed back onto the unforgiving floor.

"Ugh—!"

She winced. Her butt had taken the full impact.

She let out another groan—but before she could fully process the pain, a harsh voice barked from outside.

"Oi, slave! What the hell are you doing in there? Quit banging on the cage!"

The tone was sharp. Rough. Like someone used to giving orders… and being obeyed.

Virelle flinched.

'Slave?'

The word echoed in her mind, but her thoughts were too scrambled to focus on that.

"What… happened to me?" she whispered again.

Her voice—she still couldn't get used to it. It wasn't hers. It was too soft… too light.

But then she looked down.

Her eyes widened.

Her breath caught.

Two large, unmistakable mounds pressed against her chest—rising and falling with each panicked breath.

"W-What is this…?" she muttered.

With trembling hands, she touched them—slowly, almost in denial.

Soft. Real. Warm.

Her fingers dug in slightly—and the reaction was immediate. A jolt ran through her spine.

'These… are mine?'

"WHAT?!" she screamed.

Her voice echoed louder this time—sharp, shrill, feminine.

Another shout came from outside. "Hey! Didn't I tell you to shut up?! Want another beating, huh?!"

But Virelle barely heard him.

Her entire world had just flipped upside down.

She was… a woman.

Somehow, impossibly—she had become a girl.

"No way… This is a dream, right? It has to be a dream…"

Her voice trembled as she muttered to herself.

Virelle quickly pinched her hand. Then her cheek. Once. Twice. Again.

Each pinch sent a sharp sting of pain through her nerves.

"This isn't a dream…"

She stared down at herself—at the soft, curvy figure she now possessed. Her chest, her waist… everything.

She was blessed, that much was obvious—but how the hell was she supposed to process this?

Just yesterday—no, just moments ago—she was a man.

"This… this is a nightmare," she whispered, sighing deeply.

Not even in her worst dreams had she imagined something like this. Becoming a woman?

Seriously?

"But… where am I?"

As the panic slowly gave way to cold confusion, her senses began catching up. The cage. The bumpy ride. The rough cloth overhead. This place—none of it felt familiar.

Before she could make any sense of it—

[DING]

[Instant Regeneration God System Awakened]

[Say "Menu" to access system functions]

[Best of luck, Host]

The sound echoed like a chime in her mind, and suddenly, glowing holographic screens burst into view before her.

"What the—System? What's going on now?!"

Her jaw dropped as she stared at the floating panels—each filled with data, options, and symbols she'd never seen before.

Just when she thought things couldn't get more absurd… reality hit her again.

This wasn't a dream.

This was something else entirely.

Virelle's eyes darted across the holographic screens, still trying to make sense of it all—but before she could even process a single line…

Pain struck.

A searing, blinding pain—like a dagger stabbing straight into her skull.

"AAAH!!"

She screamed, loud and raw, unable to hold it in. The sound tore from her throat and echoed outside the cage.

From outside came another shout, filled with venom.

"You bitch! What the hell are you screamin' for now?! Can't you just shut up?! Once we reach Green Leaf, I swear I'll beat the crap outta you!"

The man's voice was rough, furious, and laced with threat.

But Virelle couldn't hear him anymore.

She wasn't even in her right mind.

The pain ended as suddenly as it began—but in its place came something even more overwhelming.

Memories.

Flashes. Faces. Emotions.

But they weren't his(hers).

They belonged to… a woman?

A girl named Virelle.

She had been born different. Not like other girls.

She looked like a woman. A beautiful one, in fact. But hidden beneath her garments was something no one expected—a secret that turned affection into disgust, and smiles into scorn.

She wasn't born with a woman's body entirely.

She had a man's part.

A futa—that's what they called her. And now… that's what he(she) was too.

Her life had been one of isolation and quiet suffering. Even her own parents looked at her with shame. The children in her village never played with her. The adults whispered behind her back, laughed at her, mocked her.

To them, she was a joke.

A mistake.

A freak.

She grew up alone. Shunned. Abandoned emotionally—until she turned eighteen.

That was when her parents, finally fed up with the burden of her existence, made a choice.

They sold her.

Sold their own daughter to the slavers.

And now, that cage—the one bouncing roughly across a dirt road—was her prison.

She was being transported to Green Leaf Town, where she'd be put up for sale.

Not as a person.

As a commodity.

Because in this world… futas were rare. Exotic. Desired.

Among the rich, the nobles, and the depraved elite—futa weren't mistakes.

They were luxury items.

And Virelle—unwanted by her family, hated by her peers—was finally valuable to someone.

Just not in any way that mattered.

This wasn't just some emotional playback—these were memories Virelle had learned during her short time with the slaver who bought her.

Apparently… she wasn't just any slave.

She was valuable.

Desired by nobles and wealthy families.

Why?

Because she was a futa—a rare existence with a woman's stamina and a man's… equipment.

It turned out that, in this world, futas were often purchased to impregnate noblewomen or to satisfy their endless hunger in bed. Unlike men, futas could keep up with a woman's physical demands—and unlike other men, they weren't seen as direct rivals.

Letting your wife sleep with a futa?

Socially acceptable.

Even… trendy.

Virelle was dumbfounded by the logic. Even the old Virelle—before she was sold—hadn't known all this. She'd lived too isolated to ever see how twisted and upside-down this world really was.

"So this world is… matriarchal?"

She blinked, stunned.

"In this society, it's the woman who makes the decisions. The woman who holds the power. And it's the man's duty to satisfy them—even if that means bringing another person into their marriage?!"

It was insane.

The men still did the hard labor—farming, lifting, dying on the front lines—but when it came to social power, wealth, and authority?

The women ruled.

Men had become a servant class, while women sat on the throne.

Not in a romantic way. Not in a "dominant and submissive" game.

No—this was a reversal of the entire social order.

Virelle's heart pounded as she processed it all.

Then she quickly looked down, patting her lower abdomen.

"At least… I still have my thing."

Relief flooded her chest.

It was still there.

She let out a long sigh, confused as hell about where she was and how she got here—but one thing, at least, gave her a shred of comfort:

Her masculinity was intact.