Some things we only appreciate after we've lost them. For example, the carefree days of childhood. For example, the love of parents who sheltered you from the storms of life before you became an adult. And for example… the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon. When the initial ache is gone, and you gaze at the bright, melancholic sun at a 45-degree angle, his… oh no, her breast pain has flowed like a river. In conclusion, this is the story of a hardcore otaku with maxed-out programming skills who transforms into a girl and embarks on a chaotic (and hilarious) adventure in another world. Speaking of which, transformation is one thing (are you sure?), but why is it [Sadaharuwang]?