Ch.134 I'll Try to Survive on My Own... At Least Until My Savings Run Out

Squish squish.

...Small hands.

Well, if I could shrink this much...

I gazed intently at my small palm, which seemed to have different lines from my previous one.

After a while being in this state, I realized that my tiny hands make it difficult to use my smartphone, use the computer mouse and keyboard, and do all other household chores.

It's things like this that make me realize, "Oh, I'm a kid."

"……………………………………"

So.

To the bathroom again... No, I'm not going to take my clothes off like before.

I put the back of my head against the wall, made a faint mark with a pencil, and measured my height.

While I'm here, I also quietly step on the scale.

"……………………………………"

My weight is, um, about 20kg.

My height is also... Looking at the national average... around 7 years old?

"Ehh... No way..."

Well, it's kinda obvious... Looking at my everyday shirt coming down to my knees...

...Y-yeah.

I'm sure I'll turn back once this curse-like thing is lifted.

...I'll be turning back, right?

Let's just believe that I'll turn back...it's scary after all...

I throw away the tape measure, came back to the bedroom and dove into bed.

I'm too light, so it only give a little puff sound.

Or rather, it bounces me.

... Now, about this problem, who do I contact?

Reporting dungeon-related matters... is only allowed "in cases of emergency."

Well, I can't contact them then, it's not like I'm going to die or anything.

I close the tab for the Dungeon Association website that I had looked at several times earlier.

It doesn't seem life-threatening, so I guess i can't call them.

This is something that exists for people who really need it.

In terms of age, I'm actually getting younger...If I were to turn into an old man, I would have been rushed in to hospital due to my life expectancy...

So, what about the police?

What are they gonna do when there is no crime involved?

Ambulance?

Again, I'm not injured or anything.

Other than those... eh, nothing?

All the emergency contacts my poor imagination had conjured up were gone.

...I see, I guess this would be the case.

"Cursed in the dungeon" isn't 100% accurate either.

"...Eh? Huh?"

Suddenly I realize something.

...Could I possibly... can't get any help whatsoever?

"Eh?"

Isolated and without help.

It's an impossible task to fix this situation on my own.

...Yeah, I guess so... "If any damage is sustained in relation to the dungeon, if it's inside the dungeon, report it immediately to the Dungeon Association. If it's between people, if the police won't intervene, the parties involved should deal with it between themselves," that's what the website I mentioned earlier also says...

Well, entering a dungeon is always your own responsibility...

I'm a man too, so I guess I just have to do my best somehow...ah, what a pain.

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"Phew."

Okay.

I instinctively drank some alcohol and somehow felt better.

You see, there are a lot of things that can't be helped!

That's what I'm starting to think.

"A dull face, a dull body, and a body with no special skills."

I tell myself this as I look at myself in the mirror, my shoulders exposed and baggy, one of them about to slip off.

"I'm neither fat nor thin, nor tall nor short. I don't have any complexes or anything like that."

Ah, what a cute voice.

I honestly think so.

My current appearance?

...Praising it would make me seem like a narcissist... No, but she does looks like a little blonde girl that would appear in a movie or something...

"I wasn't particularly good at studying when I was a student, and I wasn't particularly good at socializing, so I wasn't happy or sad."

I spoke with some kind of incomprehensible enthusiasm.

I feel like if I don't do this, my ego will collapse.

Do you understand?

This feeling.

I guess you wouldn't understand, normal people don't suddenly turn into little girls.

Gluck.

"Phew... Even though everyone around me was hanging out with me, and my friends would say things like, 'That girl said she liked you,' I wasn't particularly looking for them, and even those girls weren't particularly cute or anything, so I ended up not getting a girlfriend and now I'm working and completely out of touch with them."

When I think back on it, I realize how wasteful it was.

Oh no, what a waste.

My past self is an idiot.

You won't understand until you become a working adult.

The very latest you can talk to girls your age without any ulterior motives is college.

Apparently, girls only choose things on a whim up until college graduation.

After that, people start casually asking me about the type of work I do and my annual salary, and the girls start to look too flashy and it's kind of annoying, and above all, they're obviously judging me.

But then again, I think, "If I'm going to have kids, I'll have to wait until I'm 30," and "Aiming to have a full-time housewife is a bit of a challenge considering how much I earn."

And then, like... just when I think we've become close, her eyes become scary and she runs away from me.

Yeah, well, I know, okay?

I know, but...I wonder if there's never that kind of atmosphere going on.

"My parents haven't asked me about my girlfriend or anything, and they haven't asked me for money. They've pretty much just left me alone, since I'm not injured or sick. ......sob."

...Oh no, I'm starting to cry.

"Sob... Sob.."

Eh?

Is it possible that my mental is also turned into a child's?

That's scary... I might urn into a genuine little girl soon.

I don't know how a genuine little girl would acr, but still.

"Hic, hic."

Ahh.

...I'm sure it's because of the alcohol, but I'm definitely shaken up... And since my body has turned into that of a little girl, my emotions are really coming out...

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"Phew."

Yeah... I've calmed down after crying a bit.

Just when I thought I had become a different person, I unexpectedly started looking at myself objectively and made a direct attack on myself.

I toss the tissue into the trash can, which is now a mess with tears and snot.

Well, maybe this is just temporary?

Let's move forward, stay positive.

There's so much going on that it's probably making me mentally confused.

It's okay, I'm not giving up yet.

When I look at myself in the mirror, the area around my eyes is bright red, but a little...oh, my ears are also bright red.

It stands out even more because my skin is so white...

...Becoming a girl like this is something that happens once in a lifetime.

You can't redo your life, and personally I think that once you die it's over.

But since I'm here, I might as well enjoy it.

"…… Enjoy"

A girl's body.

"……………………………………"

I shake my head, and I noticed my hair fluttering wildly.

What an amazing amount of hair.

"...L-let's not...Girls' bodies are kind of scary..."

It wouldn't be scary if I'm still a guy, but it's scary seeing a girl's body that I've never seen before.

Just now, I got dizzy just seeing that the thing that should've been there is gone.

I'm too weak?

Don't underestimate an unpopular guy.

Well, even before I made any effort to get a girlfriend, I was only interested in books rather than girls, and even now, even though I'm rattled, I'm still thinking it's whatever.

B-besides, something like that should be done with your first girlfriend...right?

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