Are Men Really a Rare Species?

After having finished my breakfast, I am working hard again today.

My job—it’s to be Mama’s body pillow.

Mama sitting on the living room sofa.

And so, I, who sits on my mama’s lap.

“Mmm~, Yuu-chan’s hair is so fluffy~, it smells nice~.”

While hugging me tightly from behind as I sit on her lap, Mama rubs her cheek against my head.

If I resist her, she’ll seriously cry, so I’ll just go along with her.

I’m used to it now because we’re doing it every day.

“Today’s ‘Handsome Girls Spotted in Town!’ is coming to you from Setagaya, Tokyo~!”

A super-thin 60-inch 16K TV mounted on the living room wall.

From there, the high-energy report by the female reporter begins to play.

My eyes are glued to the TV.

“Since today is Saturday, the town is very lively! I can smell the handsome girls!”

A project where we find cool people on the street and do surprise interviews.

It’s a pretty typical, rather pointless show.

However, my eyes sparkle when I see it.

“Excuse me!”

Did they choose a target? The reporter chases after a passerby.

“This is Kyoden Television. We are currently airing a show called ‘Handsome Girls Spotted in Town!’ and we are interviewing handsome girls walking around the streets. Would it be alright if we interview you?”

“Me? Sure.”

The interviewee was a handsome man walking down the street.

No, technically, it’s not a man but a woman.

She’s super beautiful and dressed in a manish style.

She feels like a beautiful person in men’s clothing.

“That’s a cool outfit!”

“Thank you.

“Recently, there’s a trending style called ‘Otoko Dankosu’… ‘Male Cosplay,’ they say. Is this outfit inspired by that?”

“Yes, I’m quite inspired.”

“What’s the key point of today’s fashion?”

“To put it simply, actually, underneath this──”

The street interview has started, but it’s not reaching my ears.

All my nerves were focused on the view of the city behind the interviewer.

Rows of buildings.

A shop with a variety of colors.

People walking through the streets.

The familiar streets, however, were completely different from what I knew, and they felt incredibly fresh.

To be honest, I’ve never walked around the city in my entire life.

Since the yard is as large as a soccer field, I often go outside the “building called home.”

However, I had never been outside the property of my house, so to speak, into a public place.

This is why I’m glued to the TV from weekday mornings.

Since I can’t go out to the city, there’s nothing to do but watch TV at home.

Since I was born a man in this world, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that this is inevitable.

However, my desire to walk freely outside still doesn’t disappear.

Because I have memories of my past life.

In my previous life, I was a nearly 30-year-old salaryman.

I had parents, friends, a partner, and colleagues, and I was living a normal life.

But regarding those people, I can’t remember anything.

I can’t remember their faces, their voices, or their gaze anymore.

Maybe even an elf who has lived for over a thousand years wouldn’t remember the old tales.

What I remember are only the events and knowledge I have actually experienced.

When I went out for drinks with my parents on my first paycheck, they quietly started to cry, and I remember my nose getting a bit stuffy because I was moved too, but for some reason, I can’t remember what kind of people they were.

I remember finding a cute waitress at the family restaurant with my friends, but in the end, none of us had the courage to talk to her, and we just fidgeted for about an hour. However, for some reason, I don’t remember the content of our conversations.

I remember going all out for their birthday and taking them to a fancy French restaurant, but they just kept taking photos and updating their SNS the whole time, and I thought, “Seriously, this person.” Yet for some reason, I can’t remember what they looked like.

Only matters concerning individuals are blurred as if shrouded in mist.

Maybe that’s why I have no lingering attachments to my past life at all.

The fact that I, as an adult, was somehow able to restart as a baby in this world without completely losing my mind is probably thanks to these vague memories.

Of course, there are times when the knowledge, experiences, and values from a past life make this world seem strange.

But, that’s just how it is.

After all, the original world had a 1:1 gender ratio—an ordinary world, you know.

It’s not surprising to find the skewed gender ratio in this world strange.

This world is quite similar to the “Earth” in my memory.

The name is still “Earth.”

Maybe… I think it’s what they call a parallel world.

Since it’s complicated, I distinguish the previous world as “Former Earth” and this world as “Current Earth.”

The history of the current Earth is quite different from the history of the previous Earth.

There are quite a few similarities, but there are more differences.

So, most of the knowledge I have about pre-Earth history is useless.

However, in terms of daily life, it’s almost the same as before on Earth.