Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)

As I slowly open my eyes, a piercing, bone-deep agony rends through my skull.

"NYARRRGGGHHHH!!!!"

The scream tears from my throat as a searing pain explodes in my head—like a thousand needles stabbing into my brain all at once. An unrelenting, high-pitched ringing assaults my ears, and my vision dissolves into a chaotic blur of distorted shapes and colors.

I can't make sense of anything. My surroundings have become an unfamiliar, swirling vortex of disorientation.

"NYARRRGHHHH, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

I roll uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the floor before tumbling again. I clutch my head in a desperate bid to ease the torment, every nerve screaming in protest as I bang my head against the ground. My thoughts drown in this relentless storm of suffering, my mind shrouded in a haze of torment.

But then, slowly, the pain begins to subside. The sharp intensity fades, leaving behind only a dull, throbbing ache.

I gasp for air, my chest heaving as I struggle to regain control. Tears blur my vision, and I instinctively raise my hand to wipe them away—

Only to smear dirt into my eyes.

Perfect. Just perfect.

A frustrated growl bubbles in my throat as I blindly fumble at my clothes—whatever the hell I'm wearing—and use the fabric to scrub my face. I blink furiously, wincing, until my sight finally clears.

And as I push myself up, swaying, my skull still pounding, something slams into me—

Memories.

Like a runaway train, they hit all at once.

Wait. Wait a second—

I got hit by a truck.

How the hell am I still alive?

And more importantly—

What happened to the catgirl cosplayer?

Did she… make it?

But before I can even begin to process those questions, an even bigger, more pressing realization crashes into me.

Where the hell am I?

I take in my surroundings, my brain struggling to make sense of it all.

The room is simple—wooden floors, wooden ceiling, furnished minimally. There's a small, rigid bed in the corner, which I must have just fallen from, its bedding stiff as if stuffed with rocks. Across from it stands a modest wooden wardrobe, and near the window, a plain wooden table and chair.

But what really catches my eye is the massive chest in the corner, its lid locked down by the largest, most menacing chain and padlock I've ever seen.

Everything feels… foreign. Old-fashioned.

There's no electricity. No lamps, no outlets, no TV—none of the modern conveniences I've taken for granted my entire life. It's like I've been tossed into the set of a low-budget historical drama.

The only source of light comes from the moon outside the window, casting a pale, eerie glow across the room.

I squint at it.

Something about it feels off.

It's huge—far larger than I remember, perfectly round and impossibly luminous, like someone cranked up the saturation in Photoshop just for dramatic effect.

Weird…

I blink a few times, adjusting.

Wait.

My eyesight—

It's… perfect?

Where are my glasses?

I reach for my face, but they're not there. And yet—I can see everything with crystal clarity, even in the dim light. The grain of the wooden walls, the fine dust particles floating in the air… It's like I've been blessed with divine 20/10 vision!

Curiosity gnaws at me. Slowly, I drag myself to the window, hesitating only for a moment before pushing it open. Maybe—just maybe—I'll get some clue as to where the hell I am.

And then—

Confusion.

"What… the heck is this?" I mutter.

The moment the window swings open, an entire bustling medieval town unfolds before me.

People fill the streets, their voices mixing into a lively, chaotic symphony. Some are chatting, some are playing music, others are hauling goods in wooden carts. The town is noisy, vibrant, full of energy.

But… the clothes.

They're all wearing old-fashioned outfits.

Tunics. Cloaks. Simple dresses.

Some people are literally wearing armor. A few even have swords strapped to their waists, like they've just stepped out of an RPG.

I blink.

Hard.

This has to be some kind of joke.

Then, as if the universe really wants to mess with me, a carriage rolls by.

Not a car. Not even a horse-drawn carriage.

No.

A gigantic, plump white bird is pulling it—a bird so ridiculously oversized that it looks like someone crossed a chicken with a minivan!

My jaw unhinges.

And just when I think I've seen it all—

A girl strolls past, tail swishing behind her.

A real tail.

Not a fake cosplay tail. Not an accessory. A real, fluffy, raccoon-like tail, swaying naturally with her steps. Her round, animal-like ears twitch at the sounds around her, the same way a cat's would. Walking beside her, a man with a big green shield and black anime style hair.

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

My heart pounds against my ribs.

Everything. Everything is clicking into place.

The medieval town. The giant bird. The girl with actual animal features. the anime MC looking dude.

This can't be real.

And yet—

It makes too much sense.

Like the novels I've read. Like every fantasy anime and manga I've ever devoured.

I think… I didn't survive the truck crash.

I've died…

And been reincarnated into a fantasy world.

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So… if I've been reincarnated, does that mean I'm still me? The 25-year-old corporate drone who worked 70-hour weeks like a masochist?

I turn slowly, trying to get my bearings.

Then—something on the wall catches my eye.

My heart skips a beat.

Wait…

That isn't my shadow.

Perched atop its head are cat ears. And there—attached to its backside—a tail.

A tail.

I freeze. My breath hitches, my pulse pounding like a drum solo.

I stare down at my hands—

AND—

THESE. ARE. NOT. MY. HANDS!

Why are my arms so slender? Why is my skin so smooth?

And my muscles—

No.

Noooooooooooooo!

They're gone! All of them! Not even a trace of the ones I spent years sculpting like a gym rat on a protein-fueled crusade!

Wait…

Does this mean—

I'm a girl?!

UOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

My brain spirals into a vortex of disbelief.

I look down—

And there it is. Confirmation.

I'm wearing a white dress.

So… that means I must be a girl.

Right?

RIGHT???

BUT—

WHY THE HELL IS MY CHEST SO FLAT?!

Even my past self had a bigger chest than this! What's the point of being reincarnated as a girl if I don't even get the full package?!

So… am I really a girl?

Or… just a femboy?!

There's only one way to know for sure.

My heart pounds, my breath quickening as the realization slams into me.

I have to do it. The ultimate test!

Thus—

With a trembling hand, I reach down, hovering hesitantly. My fingers quiver, my pulse roaring in my ears like a battlefield drum.

My dear lil' bro…

My mind races, teetering between hope and horror.

Is he still there…

Or not?

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Moments later….

"Ohhh shieeettttt!"

Yup.

Lil' bro is gone.

I collapse onto the floor, clutching my head, my mind unraveling like a cheap sweater in a hurricane.

I can't process this. I can't comprehend this.

I've been isekai'd. Reincarnated.

Not as myself.

Not as the 25-year-old man I once was.

But a catgirl!

A freaking catgirl!

Holy. Freaking. Shit!

And yet—

I still don't know how to feel about this.

On one hand… this is awesome.

I mean, come on. I've dreamed of being a catgirl. Living the ultimate fantasy—cute ears, a tail, a whole new body. This is peak wish-fulfillment material.

Chef's kiss.

And sure, I'm flat, but honestly? Kinda prefer it that way. Less back pain, right?

But on the other hand…

What now?

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Everything's happening too fast.

In the blink of an eye, I've lost everything.

My family. My friends. My waifus. The comforts of modern life.

No more internet. No more anime. No more late-night pizza deliveries.

Now, I'm stranded. Alone. In a world I don't understand.

Fear slithers through me, wrapping tight around my chest.

I'm scared.

Terrified.

With no idea of what's going to happen next.