Chapter 3 Become what you detest!

Aspen’s heart pounded against his ribs like a caged animal as he stared at the hideous goblin.

It was at least two feet taller than him and had the slimiest green skin he had ever seen.

Rubbing one hand on its protruding pot-belly, it licked its lips and gave Aspen such a dirty smile that he felt like he was already getting undressed with its eyes.

“What the hell is this?”

Aspen could tell this one wasn't one of the ordinary varieties of goblin, and the fact that it fancied him for some reason only made things worse.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Aspen screamed, but his voice sounded unusually shrill and high-pitched.

The goblin cackled and slobbered something in its own language before pressing the air with its huge, grubby fingers and making the filthiest of gestures.

Aspen backed away nervously as the goblin lurched forward, its pigskin skirt revealing a massive bulge.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Find someone of your own species, you freaking pervert!” Aspen screamed.

Just as the goblin was about to pounce on Aspen, he pulled out the first thing he could find in his pocket.

It was his old smartphone.

“Leave me the hell alone!”

Thinking on the spur of the moment, Aspen turned on the flashlight and shone it directly at the goblin’s face.

Blinded by the bright light, the goblin was left dazed and confused.

Without wasting another second, Aspen turned around and broke off into a sprint.

“There is a damn goblin in here. Somebody help me!”

While Aspen was bounding through the woods, he felt something lumpy weighing down his chest.

But there was no time to even look down, so he kept running till he could no longer hear the goblin’s grunting noises.

Gasping for breath, Aspen stopped in front of a shallow brook and fell to his knees.

“Fuck! That was insane!” he cursed.

But something about his voice felt off again. It was just too shrill. Almost as if he had a bad case of throat infection.

Exhausted and thirsty from all the running, he leaned over the brook and cupped his hands to wet his parched lips.

But as he looked into the crystal-clear water, his reflection drove him mad with panic.

Instead of looking at a familiar face, he saw a young girl in the water.

His disheveled black locks had been replaced by long red tresses, and his face looked round and chubby.

As he looked at his hands, he realized they were much smaller and his fingers slender and white.

Even his legs looked much leaner and hairless.

“No, it can't be!” he gasped, fearing the worst.

Then, as his hands instinctively reached for his chest, he felt two soft lumps on it.

“Did I just turn into a woman?” he yelled, as if it was far worse than being turned into a cripple.

As he looked into his reflection again, he grabbed his long red locks and screamed again.

“Not just any woman, but a damn ginger at that, too!”

After overcoming the initial shock, Aspen quickly realized why the goblin had been after him in the first place.

He soon understood it was probably not the best idea to scream in his womanly voice in the middle of the woods.

Calming himself, he looked up at the clear blue sky and cursed the Celestial Being under his breath.

“You could have turned me into anything? A wizard? A male elf? A male orc, even? But you just had to take the piss!”

Aspen washed his face in the brook, trying to convince himself he was just imagining things.

“It's all just a dream. I can't become a woman!”

But as he felt his supple white fingers on his smooth face, he realized it wasn't a dream.

“I am probably the only idiot who got Isekai’d while driving the truck!” He fumed. “And then someone had the brilliant idea to play a practical joke. Now I don't need to worry about just getting killed, I might get molested as well!”

Aspen was on the verge of breaking down when he recalled something he had watched in those modern Isekais.

“If I'm in a magical world, it means I could be a sorceress as well. I just need to activate my system!”

Almost immediately, a translucent red window appeared before him, flashing a set of glowing messages.

“Freaking finally!” he exclaimed under his breath.

But his excitement was short-lived.

[New host detected!]

[Congratulations!]

[Ultimate SIMP system acquired!]

[Level: 1]

[Exp: 0/100]

[Stats:]

[Str: 1]

[Vit: 1]

[Int: 1]

[Per: 1]

[Chr: 1]

[One skill available:]

[1. Damsel in distress (tier 1): The host can cry for help to attract the attention of the nearest passerby. 30% chance to gain sympathy. 50% chance to cause arousal in the opposite sex. Cooldown: 120 seconds.]

[New objective available:]

[The feminine touch: Find an appropriate set of clothes to flaunt your beauty.]

[Reward upon completion: Common grade accessory.]

[Punishment for failure: Unable to wear any clothes for 12 hours!]