Become a Queer Witch

The light seeps through the gaps in my vision. 

As I open my eyes, what lies before me is a very unfamiliar ceiling. As I am greeted by the wooden roof, my blurry vision gradually becomes clearer. 

"Ugh…"

Reflexively, I hold my head as my hand and fingers point to my temple. I massage my temple as the furrows in my forehead deepen. 

"Damn, what happened?"

As I hear a melodious voice like that of a woman, my expression hardens. I spontaneously look around and search for the owner of the melodious voice. 

The place I woke up in is very unfamiliar to me. Wooden walls and the absence of electricity and lamps, but there is a table with some parchments on it piled up over there. 

"Uh…" I mutter, momentarily taken aback. 

It's only then that, with shaking movements, I look at the slender fingers that do not belong to me. My hands then move to my neck as I open my mouth. 

"Ah~ Uh~ Oh~"

The sound that comes out confirms my suspicions. 

"Quiet! I must be dreaming," I mutter, trying to reject the confusing reality.

But as my hands touch my face, I am surprised. It's not a masculine face. Instead, my hands touch smooth and soft skin. My ponytail is slightly longer, covering my forehead completely, and long white hair cascades between my collarbones. A cry of confusion gets stuck in my throat as I realize that I am now controlling the body of a woman.

"This can't be," I say while inspecting the entire body. 

Quickly, my gaze sweeps around and finds a long mirror that looks weathered. I hurriedly stand in front of the mirror with hasty and shaky steps. 

When I look at the reflection in the mirror, I am startled. 

I clearly see a beautiful woman in her twenties. She has long silver hair that reaches her waist and crimson eyes. Her sweet and prominently alluring lips are very sexy. The woman widens her eyes as if shocked, just like I am. 

… She's a fairy, no, more like a goddess. 

I move my lips without making a sound, trying to digest the confusion surrounding me. The dizziness and fatigue make me want to go back to sleep,

Above all, when I lower the upper part of my body, I feel a strange heaviness, as if my chest is being pulled, and it feels like it's vibrating... Strange, very strange…!

This… Unexpected... .

The body's height is about 169 cm, but there's something about the whole body that doesn't make sense... .

No matter how I look at it, it seems to be from a well-made 3D interior. My face has smooth skin, like the heroine of a game.

The same goes for the captivating long white hair, the slightly sagging large breasts with a delicate oriental beauty, the slightly plump waist, and the tight buttocks that bounce when slapped.

…Damn, once I see this body. I want to sleep with it.

My sexual desire burns, but shortly after, it dims. Maybe because this is my body, so it looks awkward naturally.

Honestly, this could be called a disaster because this world is not an unknown world. If it's a world from a novel I read, I'd consider how I'd survive.

I'm bewildered for a moment by what's happening. Yesterday I was a male on my way home, when I saw a bright light late at my side as I crossed.

My name is Evan Kennedy, a 23-year-old bachelor student who couldn't touch a woman's hand. But for some reason, I transmigrated to another world in a beautiful woman's body.

… Am I dead?

I sigh resignedly as I recall all my memories on Earth. But strangely, I didn't inherit the memories of this woman's body except for her name.

Daenerys.

That's the name of the body I inhabit. No matter how much I think, I never find an answer to my transmigration.

Maybe an alien Entity like a god intervened. But what's the use if a mere human protests against His will?

"At least make me a man!"

As I shout loudly in this shabby wooden house, the sound of a baby's cries echoes around me, momentarily startling me. I cautiously take steps towards the adjacent door.

Gulp.

Swallowing my saliva amidst the tension I'm experiencing for the first time, I steel myself.

In a brief period, I touch the door handle and slowly open it. My vision catches a basket on the bed, and I also sense signs of life there.

As I walk closer, my expression gradually hardens as I see the contents of the basket.

A baby!