Flat-Chested Reincarnation

James. James Brown. 42 years old and... a virgin. Yeah, like even I could believe that, but it was true. I'm a system admin, a homebody, constantly pissed at clients and my own reflection in the mirror. Life was like a broken record: work, home, computer, Friday dumplings with ketchup, and another sleepless night on porn forums.

I was walking home, same as always, crossing Mason Avenue and Linden Street, staring off into the distance while some old cybersecurity podcast droned in my headphones. My thoughts were drifting somewhere between routine and my evening ramen, and then. And then — headlights flared, tires screeched. I didn’t even have time to curse before I was suddenly standing in some completely white space, and floating in front of me was a winged being with a glowing silhouette.

– James Brown. 42 years old. Hm... – the being said that in a weird tone, but I didn’t have time to process anything before it added a couple seconds later – Virgin? Seriously?

I hesitated. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Out of my whole life, my experiences, accomplishments, even my failures — that’s the one thing it picked out. I scratched the back of my head on autopilot and opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Just a pathetic little "uhhh..." I guess I was being judged after death for not having gotten laid. So this is what "heavenly justice" looks like.

– You're a grown-ass man. A system admin. Okay, not Brad Pitt, but still…

– Well... uhhh... it just kinda happened that way... – I mumbled, feeling like I was caught in some humiliating interrogation.

The being just burst out laughing, throwing its head back like I’d said something insanely stupid.

– You’re something else, James! Haven’t seen one like you in ages. Lemme take a good look at you – She snorted, flying closer and eyeing me up. Now I could see her more clearly, and yeah, she was definitely a woman. – Alright, let’s get to the point. Good news first. Since you're officially "untainted", you get a bonus. Reincarnation. Any kind you want.

– Rein… what? – I squeezed out.

– Yep, with magic, perks, and all that jazz. You’re, like, "in the system" now, like they say on those isekai forums of yours. But it all depends on what body you choose. And that’s where the fun begins. – She snapped her fingers, and a floating cloud of multicolored body projections appeared beside her: male, female, some with ears, tails…

I glanced at the naked female figure in the center — bright, juicy, with firm curves. She was even swaying a little on her heels, like on purpose. I hesitated.

– I… well, I’d rather stay a man. – I weakly objected.

– Of course, of course, – the goddess drawled with a sly smile, winking. – Just thought maybe you’d wanna try something new, plus there’s a bonus to charisma, charm, leveling speed, and magic. Not bad, right?

I pretended to sigh heavily. Tilted my head like I was thinking hard. Though honestly... who was I kidding. My brain was already picturing my fingers grabbing some amazing tits and me moaning from pleasure, and then using my beauty to bend people to my will. And in the end — yeah. I silently pointed at the female figure, pretending like the Goddess hadn’t really given me a choice.

– Knew it, – she snorted with a smirk. – Alright, close your eyes. It’s gonna be a bit... weird.

...

I felt myself lifted into the air, and my whole body sank into something like a warm, viscous bath — but I could still breathe. My ribs shifted painfully, my ribcage tightening, while my pelvis started to stretch outward like someone had jammed a crowbar into it and was slowly but relentlessly prying it open. My fingers seemed to stretch out, becoming thinner, and my stomach pulled in tight. Everything compressed, reshaped — and then, suddenly, it all just stopped.

With a dull groan, I slammed into tall grass. My heart was pounding like crazy, I gasped for air — and that’s when I heard myself. The sound was higher, sharper… and my breath felt oddly compressed by something around my ribs, not letting me breathe properly.

So this is it, huh? This is actually happening? I’m really turning into a girl and now I’m supposed to grow huge boobs?!

Squeezing my eyes shut, I lifted my hands up near my chest and stretched them forward slightly, expecting any second now for two massive lumps of flesh to fill my palms and— nothing. No weight, no sudden fabric tug, no triumphant “blorp” from somewhere deep in my torso. Absolutely nothing. Just a faint, barely noticeable touch through the fabric of a dress. I waited another second. Then another. Then, slowly and with hidden dread, I cracked one eye open.

– What the… – I exhaled.

No, this had to be a mistake. I was standing in the middle of a field, the breeze pleasantly rustling the hem of my skirt and tickling my thighs under the thin fabric — and yeah, fuck, this was definitely a girl’s body. Hips — check. Waist — damn, actually curved. Hair — long, brushing my shoulders. Face — felt like my lips were plump and my nose had gone cute. Everything should be perfect. But…

I stared at my chest again. The blouse I had on was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a good chunk of cleavage — or rather, what was supposed to be cleavage. My hands still hung in front of my chest, fingers automatically trying to feel for anything that could remotely be called "boobs". Anything, even tiny ones!

– Where are my... boobies?! – burst out of me in a new high-pitched voice that sounded like an outraged high school girl.

I jumped. The dress corset squeezed my waist tight, and that felt freakishly weird, but there was barely any pressure coming from my chest. Right there, where that so-called “charisma bonus” was supposed to be. The goddess promised, goddammit! With magic! With effect! With curves! I didn’t go through all this bullshit just to end up with tiny... baby titties?!

– Goddess! – I shouted upward. – This is a joke, right? I picked the one with curves! You know, THAT one! The one with size-five and eternal bounce-effect like in those hentai games!

Of course, no answer came. Just the soft rustling of grass and birds chirping somewhere far off. I stood in the field, puffy skirt swaying, thin blouse clinging to the new body — and yeah, I could feel everything. Every detail. Especially the way the panties rode up between my thighs, how the air brushed my bare shoulders, and how my skin reacted with a light shiver to it all. But it was all ruined by one thing — no boobs.

I took a step toward a nearby stream and bent down to look at my reflection. New face — cute, a bit cocky, big green eyes, button nose, plump lips. Looked awesome, really. But...

I sat down in the grass, staring up at the sky.

– Maybe if I just sit here quietly, they’ll grow? Like… mushrooms. From mana. Come on, damn it… I don’t wanna be a goddamn ironing board!