Consultation 54.

"God, how can I be isekai’d as a Waifu?"

“Isekai’d as a waifu… you say?”

“Yes.”

I squinted my eyes suspiciously and asked, “How the hell did you get in here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Only a man would ask me something like that. You’re packing a dick under that skirt, aren’t you?”

“Well, I did have to work pretty hard to crossdress and get a consultation booked with you.”

“What the hell, how did the Goddess of Reception fall for this?”

“She didn’t, I just slipped her a few extra bills after she complained to me about how her paycheck had been cut recently and she accepted my request for a consultation booking with you without the slightest hesitation.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me…”

“I shit you not. It is really the truth.”

"That damn Goddess, I’ll be sure to report this. Haaaah. Anyway, look kid, first you have to find a Truck-kun... Once you find one, let that Truck-kun run you over. It’s that simple. Now get lost. I’ve got no interest in dealing with crossdressing men."

"Really! That’s it? Thanks, God, I’ll get on it right away!" The crossdresser ran out of my room only to reenter a short minute after he left.

"I'm back, God! I found a Truck-kun, now help me isekai," he said excitedly.

I palmed my face and said, "For fuck sakes, I'm the God of Shitty Life Counseling for Defective Washed Up Waifus. You hear that? WAIFUS! Do you understand? Go down the hall, third door on the left you’ll find the degenerate, 'God of I Isekai Shitty Otakus Into Waifus' that you’re actually looking for. He should’ve been the one you booked your consultation with, not me, you idiot. And one more thing, please don’t turn out to be a shitty waifu.”

"Thanks, God! I’ll make you proud as one of your future clients in the making.” Without questioning a thing, he gave his thanks before he ran away overjoyed.

“I said don’t become shitty, asshole.”