Chapter 1: Transmigration: The System Awakens
The last thing he remembered was the dim glow of his laptop screen, the sound of porn playing on loop in his headphones—another video of a pale, submissive white boy kneeling between two muscular Black men, their thick meat rods glistening as they took turns claiming what was supposed to be his girlfriend. He had been stroking himself slowly, edging for hours, the familiar ache of humiliation building in his chest. It was his favorite kind of release: imagining himself in that position, locked in chastity, watching helplessly while someone stronger, bigger, better took everything he wanted.
Then the world blurred.
A sharp pain lanced through his skull, like his brain was being rewritten line by line. Colors inverted. Sounds warped into static. He tried to scream, but his throat closed. His body felt weightless, then crushed, then weightless again.
And then—nothing.
When consciousness returned, it came slowly, like surfacing from deep water. He blinked against harsh fluorescent light. The air smelled of cheap laundry detergent, old pizza, and something musky he couldn't place. His head throbbed, but not with pain—more like the afterglow of an orgasm he hadn't earned.
He was lying on a narrow twin bed, sheets tangled around his legs. The mattress sagged in the middle. Above him, a cracked ceiling fan spun lazily. Posters of Spider-Man and the Avengers were taped crookedly to the walls—classic college dorm stuff. A desk was piled with textbooks, a laptop, and a half-empty energy drink. His body felt… wrong. Lighter. Softer. Smaller.
(What the hell? This isn't my apartment. This isn't my bed.)
He sat up too fast. The room tilted. He looked down at himself.
Thin arms. Smooth, hairless legs. A flat chest under a faded university hoodie. No beard stubble on his face—he reached up and felt smooth skin. He was wearing loose basketball shorts and a tank top that clung to a body that was definitely not his own.
(Holy shit. I'm… young. Like, college-kid young.)
Panic spiked, but beneath it—something else. A thrill. The same sick excitement he got when he watched those videos. The feeling of being out of control, of being forced into something degrading.
A soft chime echoed in his mind, not in his ears.
[Welcome, Host. Cuckold System online.]
The voice was calm, feminine, almost teasing. Words appeared in his vision like a heads-up display, floating translucent blue text.
[Name: Alex Carter Age: 18 Body: Male (Feminization Stage 0%) Power Level: 0 Current Location: Black and White University Dorm, Room 413 Status: Transmigrated. Original consciousness overwritten. New host body acquired.]
Alex—his new name, apparently—stared at the text. His heart hammered.
(Transmigrated? Like those webnovels I read? This is real?)
[Affirmative, Host. You have been selected due to your… compatible desires. The Sissy Cuckold System exists to grant you power in this world. But power comes at a price. You will complete quests. You will submit. You will transform. Refusal is not an option.]
The text shifted.
[Initial Quest Issued: "Welcome to Your New Life" Objective: Settle into your dorm room and meet your roommates. Reward: 50 SP (System Points), Minor Feminization Trigger (Permanent Body Hair Removal), First Taste of Submission. Failure Penalty: None—for now. Time Limit: 24 hours.]
Alex swallowed. His throat felt tight. He looked around the room again. Three other beds. Three desks. One was neatly made with black sheets. Another had gym clothes strewn across it. The third had a stack of protein shakes and a poster of a woman in lingerie taped above the pillow.
(Roommates. Three of them. The system said "Black and White University." That name… it can't be a coincidence.)
He stood up on shaky legs. The shorts hung loose on narrow hips. He caught his reflection in a small mirror taped to the closet door.
A pretty face stared back—high cheekbones, full lips, wide green eyes. Short brown hair, but soft. Almost delicate. No trace of the bearded thirty-something he used to be.
(Fuck. I'm… cute. Like, twink cute.)
The door banged open.
Three men filled the doorway like they owned the space.
The first was massive—six-foot-five at least, dark skin gleaming under the hallway light, dreads pulled back, wearing a tight white tank that showed every ridge of muscle. He carried a duffel bag slung over one shoulder.
The second was leaner but just as tall, shaved head, gold chain, smirk already in place. He wore basketball shorts that did nothing to hide the heavy bulge swinging between his legs.
The third was the quiet one—broad shoulders, deep brown skin, calm eyes that scanned the room like he was assessing threats. He had a backpack and a protein shaker in hand.
All three Black. All three built like gods.
Alex's mouth went dry. His meat rod—small, soft, pathetic—twitched in the shorts.
(Oh god. They're… huge. Even through the clothes. This is exactly what I—)
"Yo, new roommate," the first one said, voice deep and rumbling. "You Alex?"
Alex nodded, throat too tight to speak.
The lean one grinned wider. "Name's Darius. That's Malik," he jerked a thumb at the quiet one, "and the big guy is Jamal."
Jamal dropped his bag on the empty bed across from Alex's. "Sup. You good? You look like you just saw a ghost."
"I'm… fine," Alex managed. His voice cracked. Higher than he remembered. Almost feminine.
Darius laughed. "Nervous freshman energy. Cute."
Malik said nothing, just watched Alex with those steady eyes. Alex felt pinned in place.
(They're looking at me like prey. Like they already know.)
The system chimed again.
[Quest Progress: 10%. You have made contact. Continue interaction to increase completion.]
Alex forced a smile. "Yeah, uh… just got here. First time away from home."
Jamal unpacked his bag, pulling out a stack of folded clothes. "We're all juniors. Been rooming together since sophomore year. You'll fit right in."
Darius leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "So, Alex. You got a girl back home? Or you single and ready to mingle?"
The question hit like a punch. Alex's mind flashed to the girlfriend he used to have—no, the girlfriend this body used to have. Memories that weren't his flickered in: a tall, stunning blonde named Emily. Model. Exhibitionist. Loved flashing in public, loved the risk, loved making him watch her flirt with other guys.
(Emily. She's mine here. Or… she was.)
"I… have a girlfriend. Emily. She's coming to campus tomorrow."
Darius raised an eyebrow. "Damn. Model chick? I saw her Insta. Fine as hell."
Alex's face burned. "Yeah. She's… popular."
Jamal chuckled. "Lucky man."
(Lucky? They have no idea how much I want them to take her.)
The system pinged.
[Quest Progress: 40%. Emotional vulnerability detected. Good boy.]
Alex shifted on the bed. His shorts felt tighter now—not because he was hard, but because something inside him was waking up. A heat in his chest. A need to please. To submit.
Malik finally spoke. "You play ball?"
"Uh, not really. I'm more… indoorsy."
Darius snorted. "Figures. You look like you'd break if I breathed on you too hard."
Jamal shot Darius a look. "Chill, man. Give him a day."
But Alex didn't mind. The humiliation felt good. Too good.
(I'm supposed to be scared. But I'm not. I'm… excited.)
They spent the next hour unpacking, talking shit, laughing about campus parties. Alex listened, nodded, tried to blend in. Every time one of them moved close—Jamal brushing past to grab a shirt, Darius stretching and showing off abs carved from stone—Alex's pulse spiked.
At one point, Darius pulled off his tank top to change. Alex couldn't help staring. Broad chest, deep V-lines leading down to those basketball shorts. The outline was obscene. Thick. Heavy. Even soft, it looked bigger than Alex's hard.
Darius caught him looking. Grinned. "Like what you see, little man?"
Alex jerked his eyes away. "S-sorry."
Jamal laughed. "Don't worry. Happens all the time. Darius likes showing off."
Malik just watched. Silent. Knowing.
[Quest Progress: 80%. Humiliation threshold met. Final objective: Accept your place.]
The room quieted. They were all settled. Bags empty. Beds made.
Jamal clapped Alex on the shoulder—his hand huge, warm, strong. "Welcome to the squad, Alex. We're gonna have fun this year."
Alex looked up at him. At all of them.
(They're going to ruin me. And I'm going to beg for it.)
He smiled. Small. Shy. Perfectly submissive.
"Yeah," he whispered. "I think we are."
[Quest Complete: "Welcome to Your New Life"]
[Reward Granted: 50 SP, Permanent Body Hair Removal (Active), First Taste of Submission (Passive Trait: +10% arousal from humiliation).]
A warm tingle spread across Alex's skin. He felt every hair on his body—legs, arms, chest, even pubic—soften and vanish. Smooth. Silky. Feminine.
He shivered.
Darius noticed. "You cold?"
"No," Alex said, voice breathy. "Just… settling in."
The system whispered in his mind.
[New Quest Unlocked: "Panties in Public" Objective: Wear women's panties to your first class tomorrow. Do not remove them until bedtime. Reward: 100 SP, Minor Feminization Trigger (Slight Hip Widening), Increased Sensitivity (Nipples & Ass). Failure Penalty: Chastity Device (Locked for 48 hours). Time Limit: 36 hours.]
Alex's meat rod—small, soft, useless—twitched again.
(Oh fuck. It's starting.)
He looked at his three roommates, already joking and planning the night's party.
And for the first time in this new life, he didn't feel fear.
He felt hunger.