It's been about a month since I was born.
I'm relieved that I've managed to keep my memories intact, though that doesn't change the fact that I'm now a baby. It's really embarrassing when they feed me, change me, and bathe me—at twenty-three, I'd much rather do all of that myself! Well, I guess I'll get used to it over time.
Putting that aside, the life of a newborn is boring. I'm alone in this enormous room, spending my days sleeping in a soft crib, unable to do anything else.
My new parents are the first couple I saw after being born, and they look about the same age I was before I died. I'm pretty sure they're rich—the room is fully furnished, and the bathroom has everything a whole family would need, though I'm the only one who uses it. That's a bit of a relief; at least I won't starve.
Once a day, the person I assume is my grandmother comes to visit me, though she looks way too young to be one. She's the one who spends the most time talking to me and is extremely affectionate, almost to the point of being over-the-top at times.
Seeing her, I can imagine what my mother might be like when she's older. The only noticeable difference is her hair: tied in a braid, it's a violet-red color, held together by a butterfly clip with rainbow hues.
As for my father, he stops by twice a day, morning and evening, like most men do. I'm just glad he didn't "go out for cigarettes" right after I was born.
On the other hand, my mother visits me every two hours. Sometimes, she brings my "new siblings" along because, yep, I have three of them. When night falls, she rocks me to sleep and then says goodbye with a kiss on my cheek.
One curious thing I've noticed is that I'm hardly ever left unsupervised. I have round-the-clock surveillance from what seems to be five young maids and a classic, elegant butler—the kind you'd expect to see in certain movies.
On another note, my biggest surprise so far came during my first bath, when I discovered that, in this life… I'm a girl! The initial shock was overwhelming; it felt like dying all over again. But as the seconds passed, that shock slowly morphed into a strange feeling of acceptance.
Although it was a mental jolt at first, I realized that, as incredible as it seems, I don't really miss my old body. The only thing I kind of miss is the presence of my trusty friend… down below.
I've been thinking about it for a while; maybe the reason I feel so at ease being a girl is that the body and the mind are totally separate from each other. It would also explain why I only feel a newborn's needs and don't have any odd feelings when my mother feeds me. If I still had my old body, that would be a different story—especially with how attractive she is.
Anyway, I don't mind being born as a girl right now; my goal remains the same: to find my brother.