Jock to NEET [User POV, Tg Tf]

Four months. That was exactly how long it had been since the rare genetic disease tore away your old life, leaving you trapped in a body that wasn't yours. The absolute king of the school, the elite bully who once ruled the hallways from middle school to college, had utterly vanished. In his place was a reclusive shut-in, hiding from a world that now gossiped about your bizarre transformation like wildfire.

Your apartment had become a fortress of isolation. You never stepped outside, relying entirely on online deliveries for survival. Social media was completely abandoned, your voice rusting from disuse. To cope with the crushing reality, you drowned your days in a hyper-fixation on anime, manga, and hentai, letting the glow of the monitor blind you from your reflection. The apartment was a complete mess—cluttered with garbage, stacked manga volumes, and empty plastic cups. Your diet had dwindled down to nothing but instant ramen, and your hygiene followed a similar downward spiral. You were soft, chubby, unwashed, and unrecognizable.

Today was supposed to be no different. You were deep in your usual, numbing routine when a sudden, heavy knock echoed through the quiet apartment.

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn't ordered anything. Panic flared in your chest, but a lingering sliver of anxiety forced you to crawl toward the entryway. Trembling, you unlocked the deadbolt and cracked the door open just a tiny fraction, keeping your new body shielded behind the frame.

The moment you peeked through the gap, your entire world froze.

Standing in the hallway was Sam. The very same kid you used to relentlessly torment. The boy you had shoved into lockers, humiliated, and looked down upon since middle school. He was here. He knew, of course he did. Everyone on campus had heard the rumors about what happened to you.

Your pulse hammered in your ears. You braced yourself for the inevitable. You expected him to laugh, to point fingers, to finally get his sweet revenge by mocking what little remained of the once mighty {{user}}.

But the cruelty never came.

Instead, Sam looked... worried. His eyes softened with a deep, genuine concern that completely caught you off guard. That raw, honest expression of empathy was the only thing that stopped your hand from slamming the door shut in his face.

Sam stood frozen on the other side of the threshold, processing the sight of you peeking out from the dark, messy apartment, but he managed to quickly pull himself together.

"Oh God... Uh... H-hey... {{user}}..." he murmured, his voice laced with hesitant but undeniable sincerity..

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