For some reason, every time I wake up, there's something different with me. This time, I have lost my pride— my one and only manhood and turned into a teenage girl.
My hair was blonde and soft, tied into a neat ponytail; my skin, supple and pale. I wore a Victorian style, baby blue dress with puffed sleeves.
'So this is what it's like to be a girl.'
It wasn't as different as being a guy. I just have more slender limbs and I felt more agile.
Standing up, I relaxed my arms and moved my shoulders in a circular motion. Gosh, Jirou's body was too fatigued. He had a nice nose too. I wouldn't mind being in his body if I had the chance to work out.
'I really am delusional.' I thought self-deprecatingly.
I said all that stuff about being able to better myself if I had this resource and et cetera. While in fact, my lazy self wouldn't be able to do that. I was even too lazy to answer my phone when my mother called me before her death.
Sighing, I feel that I'm losing self esteem. Me? My egotistical self? Losing my self worth? Is it even possible..?
…
"Hell yeah." I crumpled my fist and thumped my chest, then raised it. "So what if I don't think I'm worth living for? I don't need people living for me! I live for myself and people should live for themselves too! Hahaha!" I shouted pridefully.
At that moment, a ball of white fur falling disrupted my show of resolve.
The fur ball spoke anxiously, "I'm going to be late!"
I noticed two long ears perking up the ball of fur as I realized it was a white rabbit.
It started scrambling from the floor made of earth as if looking for something.
"Um…" I began to say.
I was completely ignored. I think I'm relapsing.
"Golly gee! Where is it! Oh, there it is!" It pulled out an old fashioned pocket watch from his blue suit. It looked at the watch, saying, "I'm going to be late!"
It waddled towards the magnificently small door. It grunted as it tried to enter it. I sniggered silently. Haha. This is kind of amusing.
I kindly approach the white rabbit.
"Care for some help?"
Again, ignored completely, I was.
"Geez Louise! This door is rather small!"
'You couldn't tell?'
I was getting kind of annoyed now because of this hairball's stupidity. I took him by the waist and forcefully threw him.
"There! You aren't stuck anymore."
The rabbit confusedly looked around before its eyes landed on me.
"Lady!" It said, suspecting me.
"Who?" Then I remembered that I was a girl now. "Oh, right. Do you need something?"
The rabbit stood up, fuming. "That's not very lady-like, throwing a gentleman who's supposed to be in an important event!"
Ah. I want to beat him up. I don't really like people like him.
"I'm sorry, mister bunny! I'm just a little girl!" Fucking cringe. But people like him like their girls like this, naive. But I'm not naive, I am cunning.
The white rabbit blushed and shyly giggled.
"O-Oh… what a nice young lady you are! H-Hehe…"
Creepy.
"Aw, you flatter me!" I said in a voice that sounded like a try hard.
The rabbit approached me and attempted to hold my hand.
"Ow!"
I swiftly took his hand and locked it behind his furry back, keeping him in place.
"Move and I'll break it." I said sternly.
"Darn you! How barbaric! Unhand me!" He resisted but his small stature made it easy to keep him still.
"Hey, how can I get out of this cave?" I noticed I was back to speaking English. Not bad.
"Like I'd tell someone as ugly as you!"
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I stripped him of his dignity.
First, I called him out; telling him things I'd rather not repeat. (Let's just say he was guilty.) Second, I stripped him literally. I found a biscuit in his inner pocket that was supposed to let me grow giant for whatever reason. Third, I told him,
"You know how they say that rabbits fuck like crazy? Have you ever had that happen to you? Virgin."
Well, I was a virgin too but unlike him, I was proud of it. (Having kissed someone doesn't count, right?) Virginity is cool, guys. But that won't stop me from shitting on virgins.
By now, I tied him up using his own blazer. I decided to interrogate him.
"Hey."
"Eek!" The rabbit squealed in horror.
I cackled internally. "What year is it?"
The rabbit looked at me like I was crazy.
"Don't look at me like that or I'll pull your tongue."
He grinned, a little terrified. "Don't you know where we are?"
I had an idea of where I was. Alice in Wonderland, a classic tale starring Alice and her adventures in Wonderland. The first part of the story is almost identical to right now, except for the fact I tied the animal up.
"Wonderland, I suppose." I replied, unsure.
"Correctomundo!" He moved his index finger back and forth. "You shouldn't be here, you know? Little girl."
"Definitely not as little as you and your little one."
I watched his face drop.
"You barbarian!!!" He stood up and tried to kick me.
I grabbed the fluff on his forehead and dragged him. He continued to resist, his furry head bumping on pebbles. But I silenced him with a glare.
Grabbing the cookies, from the rabbit's pocket, from my dress pocket, I eat one whole in one go.
"Unn… so unladylike." The rabbit rasped.
I was the one who ignored him this time. My teeth crunched through the dry biscuits. Eating these biscuits reminded me of when my father fed me burnt wood. But that was in the past, right? I shouldn't be mad, right?
I felt myself growing taller and larger. Before I knew it, my head hit the dirt ceiling of the cave, my legs were bent, and the rabbit was being held by my fingernails.
Now, while I was too big to enter the small door, I could finally reach the humongous table. On the table was milk and a cutely ornamented chest. Inside the chest were more cookies with "eAt mE" written in icing.
"Yo, rabid." I called the rabbit.
"R-Rabid..? Oh, yes. D-Do you need something?"
"These cookies will make me grow small enough to enter the door, right?"
"A-Ah, yeah. Sure."
"You don't sound very sure." I was teasing him but he took it seriously.
The blazer I tied around him fell as he saluted me. "Y-Y-Yes, ma'am!"
"Good. Don't make me do that again."
I liked being someone with authority. If that god reincarnates me into H*tler, I would have such a blast.
That god… I never got his name.
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A gigantic throne made of gold with ornaments made of bronze. The sky is dyed with red and orange hues. The throne sat on top of a hill made of sand that was one of many countless steep hills in this realm. The aftermath of flames could be seen, small piles of white ash.
A figure in clad could be seen seated in the golden throne, lone and mighty. The figure rested his face into his fist, looking down to the peasant before him in interest.
"Oh, dear God! I hope you will forgive me and unchain me from this fate!" The peasant boy begged, an expression of despair and hate could be seen. His clothes were shredded and his face was covered in dirt.
The god responded, his expression covered by his cloak, "I am no God. Thus, I cannot abide to your request."
The peasant's face dropped. He crumbled to the sandy ground, dampening the sand, whimpering.
"B…But how could you force me to such a fate but not be able to revoke it?" A last act of desperation. He took as many chances as he could.
The godly figure took his moment to reply.
"I am only a messenger. A servant, if you must." He raised his other hand, motioning him to stand. "So I am afraid I cannot do much. But," declaimed the god, standing up himself and approaching the peasant, his tanned, bony, long-nailed hand leaving the cloak to help him to his feet, "I have the ability to do something to your liking."
Under the cloak, you could only see his chilling smile.
"...to my liking?" The peasant is in awe.
"Yes, boy." He assured. "How about becoming a []?"
Something bright emitted from behind the boy. As he turned around to see, a cold gush of air took him by surprise, like a suction, he is sucked into the light.