Wait, the creature said I would still die; wait, come on, I don't want to be sent back to being a baby again! Please come on! NOOOO!!! A bright light enveloped my vision as I passed out from being hung to death at age ten. It was my first life, and it was stupidly short. I hope I do better next.
{Anabel! Second life! FAILED!}
When I woke up, all I saw was some bedsheets covering my body; woah, the bedsheets looked fancy. Had I gotten my first strike of good luck for once? Heck yes! It looks like I will have a much easier life now!
"You've awakened lady Anabel! We were worried for you!"
Eh? Anabel? What?! Am I not a boy yet?! Goddam it, that stupid new God probably chose to keep my gender swap as it would probably be more entertaining to him, dam you!
"Are you hungry, lady Anabel? Do you want to rest a while longer? Your parents are already coming to see you."
Woah, slow down, woman! I don't even know what is going on yet. Would you slow down a little bit?
"I don't feel hungry. Are my parents coming? Who are they?"
I didn't have much time to think it through, so I would just play the amnesia card on everyone for now. Judging by my body size and voice tone, I appeared to be reincarnated into an 8-10-year-old body rather than reset back into a baby; oh heck yeah!
Only some things were so great; I still couldn't activate any magic. So God hadn't lied; he would really leave the curse; if only he had revoked it, I could be a little better off, but being sent into a more luxurious life was already much better.
My new parents soon showed up from the corner of my eye and into the room. Woohh, I have a beautiful mommy milker now! Thanks, Kami. I promise I'll be faithful more often.
My father, however, was just an old mean-looking man. He had nothing that would strike me as a fatherly figure, but that didn't matter so long as I had that stunning Milf of a mother! I wanted to touch her breast so bad.
"Anabel, my dear! You had us worried!"
Said mama while hugging tight to her chest; I was in heaven feeling those MILF fantastic breasts. I played dumb, of course, ever so slightly, trying to get a grab of her K-cup breasts. I could say my hand slipped after all.
"Anabel, are you alright? You've been in a coma for almost a month; we thought you would die."
"She appears to be fine, sir, but she shows signs of memory loss."
"Are you my dad?"
I had to play the amnesia card; otherwise, I would have no shot at blending into the house, and thankfully, everyone was eating my 10/10 acting skills. Gosh, I was a good liar. All praise me :3
After I almost passed out again from breast suffocation, my father tried to make me "Remember," but of course, I wouldn't remember a thing; how would I? I'm not your real daughter! By the way, what happened to her?
Meh, who cares? If the previous soul in this body had to die for me to live, then I was okay with it. After all, it was the survival of the fittest, and the previous soul had clearly lost against my will to live, so I deserved it!
What was I on about? Oh, yeah, my father. After his futile attempts at refreshing my memory. He concluded that I needed to start from zero, so I began my new education quite soon. It was difficult, and I had a tough time, but you'll have to read chapter two to find out. :3