Part 1
It's so loud.
I don't know what's happening. I died, didn't I?
What is this?
I can't feel my eyes. I can't open my eyes.
But I can hear. I can smell.
I can hear 2 voices, but they're in a language I've never heard before.
They smell so distinct, it's easy to tell them apart.
Wait a second, their smell? That's kinda weird, isn't it? I mean, smell isn't really that useful for us, so how the hell can I tell them apart by smell alone? And how come I can't even open my eyes?!
Ugh, this makes no sense. Is this, like, some after death hallucination?
Well, if it is, it's not really funny. At all.
So let me out, will ya? I don't like being blind, it's super weird and all! Like, I spent 13 years of my life with eyes, so ya can't just take them away!
Wait, 13 years? That's odd, I don't feel very old.
I don't even know why it happens, but I start crying. I feel the saddest I've ever felt, like it's the end of the world!
What is happening?!
Before I can think any more, not that my mind is at it's best right now, a pair of muscular hands grip me by the sides, lifting me up and pulling me close to their chest.
Who even are these people?!
I can't even think straight anymore, my tiny legs squirming beneath the person's tight grip.
Crying so hard I don't even notice the fact this mysterious man is walking away with me in hand, my feet instinctively snap to their crotch in an attempt to attack them.
But all I get in response is a hearty laugh from my mysterious kidnapper, who, as a matter of fact, is indeed a man.
As my intense sobs finally stop, I notice the strong smell of… vinegar? It's right below me, and-
I CAN'T BREATHE! I–I'M SUBMERGED!
After 5 seconds of pure hell, my tearful sobs began once more, now mixing with the strong scent of vinegar I was just drenched in.
Something soft brushes against the back of my head, soothing and warm. I don't feel like crying anymore as my sobs slowly fade away.
This man is weird.
Part 2
Alot has happened in not alot of time.
Following that weird ritual, I was taken to what I can assume is my home.
The only way I can know where I am is by recognising by scent, or simply getting used to it. The former was definitely easier.
I've also come to a quite shocking revelation. I'm a freaking girl.
Some way or another, I didn't notice my lack of junk between the legs during my panic.
But yeah, I've got none. Oh, well. Guess it can't be helped.
Putting aside the gender change nonsense, now onto the main issue.
Why the freak am I alive?
I wasn't really into all that isekai stuff, but don't tell me I was reincarnated as a girl with no eyes…
Pretty specific, you know.
I wonder how my family and friends are handling this.
I wasn't exactly a loner, but not the most popular either. In any case, I doubt that nobody would care.
I guess it's best not to dwell on it. It's already enough to not just burst into tears, being a freaking baby.
But now here we are, 2 weeks following my birth, sitting in my cradle while being 'entertained' by the man I met on my day of birth, who I'm pretty sure is my father. Still pissed at him for nearly drowning me though. I'll get him back for that. When I'm strong enough to actually walk.
Just you wait, cruel father.