Chapter 1: Transmigration
The fluorescent lights of the office buzzed overhead like a swarm of indifferent insects, casting a sterile glow over rows of cubicles that stretched into the distance.
Emily Thompson hunched over her keyboard, her fingers tapping out yet another spreadsheet for the marketing team.
At twenty-eight, she was the epitome of unremarkable—skinny arms that poked out from her oversized blouse, a flat chest that made even the most forgiving bras feel pointless, and a face that blended into crowds without a second glance.
She sighed, pushing a strand of limp brown hair behind her ear, and glanced at the clock. Another late night, another evening alone with takeout and reruns.
Emily's mind wandered as she worked, drifting to the familiar ache of loneliness.
'Why am I still a virgin?' The thought crept in unbidden, as it often did during these quiet hours. She'd tried dating apps, awkward setups from friends, even that one disastrous blind date last year. But every time, the rejection stung the same way.
Guys would smile politely, chat for a bit, and then ghost. She knew why. Looking down at her bony wrists and the way her collarbones jutted out like accusations, she felt the weight of it all. Nobody wants this body. Flat as a board, skinny as a rail.
I'm invisible. Her colleagues laughed about weekend hookups and steamy office flings, but Emily? She was the reliable one, the one who stayed late and went home to an empty apartment.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the self-pity. The office was emptying out now, the hum of conversations fading as people grabbed coats and headed to bars or lovers' arms.
Emily envied them, the ease with which they navigated desire. If only I had curves, something to make them look twice. But no, just this... nothing.
She saved her file and stood to stretch, her joints popping in protest. The elevator dinged in the distance, a reminder that her own night would be spent scrolling through romance novels, vicariously living the lives she could never touch.
Grabbing her bag, Emily made her way to the parking garage, the cool evening air hitting her like a slap. The city lights twinkled mockingly as she unlocked her beat-up sedan. She slid into the driver's seat, the engine coughing to life with reluctance.
Traffic was light for once, and she allowed herself a small smile, turning up the radio to drown out her thoughts. A ballad about forbidden love played, and Emily gripped the wheel tighter.
'Someday,' she thought, 'maybe someday I'll find someone who sees past the surface.' But deep down, doubt gnawed at her. 'Who would want me like this?'
Then—BOOM
The freak accident happened so fast it blurred into chaos. A construction truck ahead swerved suddenly, debris flying from its bed—a loose steel beam that hadn't been secured.
Emily slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The beam hurtled toward her windshield, shattering glass in a deafening roar. Pain exploded through her body as the car crumpled, metal twisting around her like a vice. She gasped, blood warm on her lips, her vision tunneling to black spots.
As consciousness frayed, Emily's mind raced in fragmented bursts.
'This can't be happening.'
'Not like this.'
The pain was everywhere, sharp and unrelenting, but beneath it, the old insecurities surged like a final betrayal.
'Why am I so ugly? Flat chest, skinny bones—no one ever wanted this body. Not even now, in the end.'
Tears mixed with the blood trickling down her face, her thoughts a whirlwind of regret. All those years hiding, wishing for curves, for beauty. Nobody looked at me twice.
'If there's a next life... please, let me not be this ugly. Let me be wanted, just once.'
The world dimmed, her eyelids growing heavy. At least then... maybe... Slowly, she closed her eyes, the darkness swallowing her whole.
When Emily opened her eyes again, it was to a soft, diffused light filtering through gauzy curtains. Her head throbbed faintly, but the agony from before was gone, replaced by an unfamiliar warmth.
Blinking against the haze, she took in her surroundings. The room was vast, with walls of polished stone that gleamed like marble veined with gold.
Intricate tapestries hung on them, depicting scenes of lush forests and majestic creatures that didn't resemble anything from Earth—winged serpents coiling around ancient trees, figures with animalistic features dancing under starry skies.
A grand four-poster bed enveloped her, its linens silken and embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like moonlight.
'Is this a hospital?' The thought flickered through her mind, but she dismissed it almost immediately.
No hospital she'd ever seen had ceilings arched like a cathedral, adorned with glowing crystals that pulsed with an inner light.
The air carried a faint, exotic scent—jasmine mixed with something wilder, like fresh earth after rain.
She shifted slightly, feeling the weight of a blanket over her, heavy and luxurious. Definitely not Earth. These things... I can't even imagine where you'd find crystals like that back home. Am I dreaming? Or... dead? Panic edged in, but curiosity won out. She needed to see more, to understand.
With a deep breath, Emily pushed the blanket aside and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
Her feet touched cool stone flooring, but it was her legs that stole her breath. Staring down, she froze.
These weren't her legs. Gone were the skinny sticks she'd known all her life, the ones that made her jeans hang loose and her skirts look boyish. Instead, thick, toned thighs curved gracefully, smooth skin glowing with a healthy sheen.
They were gorgeous—plush yet firm, the kind of legs that turned heads in magazines, promising strength and allure in equal measure.
She ran her hands over them tentatively, feeling the softness yield under her fingers, the subtle muscle beneath. 'What... how?' This can't be real. A shiver of delight mixed with disbelief coursed through her.
Before she could process it fully, a strange heaviness tugged at her chest. Frowning, Emily looked down, her hands instinctively rising to investigate.
She pressed gently, and her eyes widened in shock. Beneath a thin silk dress—soft as a whisper against her skin—were breasts. Full, heavy, and real.
They swelled generously, far larger than anything she'd ever imagined on herself, spilling over her palms with a weight that sent a flush creeping up her neck.
'Boobs? Actual boobs? And they're... huge. Bigger than any I've known, even from afar.'
She cupped them again, marveling at the bounce, the way they filled her hands and then some. Her heart raced, a giddy laughter bubbling up despite the surrealness. 'This body... it's not mine. But oh god, it's perfect.'
Still dazed, Emily slid off the bed, her new form feeling both foreign and intoxicatingly powerful. The silk dress clung to her curves, its fabric whispering with every movement, the neckline dipping low to accentuate her newfound assets.
She steadied herself on bare feet and padded toward what she assumed was a balcony, drawn by the light streaming in. But halfway there, her gaze caught on a full-length mirror framed in ornate silver, standing like a sentinel against the wall. Curiosity pulled her closer, her steps hesitant at first, then eager.
Approaching the mirror, Emily stopped dead, her breath catching in her throat. The reflection staring back was a stranger—a vision of ethereal beauty that made her knees weak.
High cheekbones framed a face with full, rosy lips and eyes that sparkled like emeralds, framed by long lashes.
Her hair cascaded in waves of silken silver color, reaching her waist, and her skin was flawless, smooth as porcelain with a subtle luminescence.
Pointed ears peeked through the tresses, delicate and elegant, marking her as something otherworldly—an elf, straight out of fantasy tales.
The silk dress hugged her hourglass figure, the bodice supporting her ample bosom while the skirt flowed over hips that swayed naturally.
Every inch screamed perfection: the toned arms, the narrow waist flaring to those thick thighs, the overall harmony of grace and sensuality.
'I'm... beautiful.' Stunning. Like a goddess. She touched her cheek, watching the reflection mimic her, a stunned smile breaking across her lips. 'This is me? No more skinny, flat nothing. I look... desired.'
The moment shattered with a sharp knock at the door. Emily's head snapped toward the sound, her heart pounding. 'Who—?' Without thinking, the words slipped out instinctively, her voice softer and more melodic than she remembered. "Come in."
The heavy wooden door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside, tall and imposing yet undeniably handsome.
He was a beastman, his presence radiating raw power. Broad shoulders strained against a simple tunic, his chest a wall of defined muscle that tapered to a narrow waist. His skin was tanned and marked with faint tribal tattoos, swirling like vines across his arms.
A mane of dark hair framed a chiseled face with piercing amber eyes, high cheekbones, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass.
But it was the subtle animalistic traits that set him apart—ears slightly pointed and furred at the tips, like a wolf's, and a tail swishing lazily behind him, thick and covered in sleek black fur.
He moved with predatory grace, his gaze locking onto her with an intensity that made her stomach flutter.
Emily's cheeks warmed instantly, a mix of awe and something deeper stirring within her.
'He's gorgeous. Like a warrior from those romance books, but real. And those eyes… they're undressing me already.'
Her mind raced, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. 'What am I supposed to do? Should I run? Should I speak? Why is my heart hammering like this?'
The beastman without a word, he reached for the hem of his tunic, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion.
The fabric whispered to the floor, revealing a torso sculpted by battles and labor—rippling abs, powerful pecs dusted with dark hair that trailed downward.
His hands moved to his belt next, unfastening it with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving hers.
Emily's world tilted, shock slamming into her like a wave.
'What is he doing? Undressing? Here? Now?' Her face burned, cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she stumbled back a step, her mouth falling open.
"Ehhh-----!" The sound escaped her in a squeak, half protest, half disbelief, her hands flying up to cover her eyes even as curiosity peeked through her fingers.