I woke up staring at a familiar ceiling.

I was in my own bed, though it wasn’t exactly my room. Rather, it was a space within my mental world—a room designed for author Yoo Eun-ha’s hermit lifestyle.

She sat in a chair, legs crossed seductively, giving me a cold stare. Did I do something wrong?

“What’s so special about that woman, anyway? I mean, sure, you’ve got a woman’s body, but do you really like women that much?”

Just because I have a woman’s body doesn’t mean I’m necessarily attracted to men. I’ve been reborn several times, and each time, …