(Author''s note: This chapter will be done in the first person rather than the third person. this will be done until As grows A little older)
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It''s been almost a week since I have been born into this world and my life so far has been confusing at best.
Through the first 3 days, I had finally realized that I have been taking for granted my earthling body''s pair of vocal cords and rows of teeth. Due to theck of use of my vocal cords and the visibleck of teeth, I''m unable to vocalize in ways other than grunts and random baby noises.
The fact that the voice that thinks in my head is so different from the noise I''m creating both takes a toll on my mind while also startles me for a few seconds until I realize that it was me who made the noise.
Anotherint I have about this body is itsck of muscle strength. I can barely move my body, to the point that crawling seems like a distant dream and let''s not even mention standing on my legs or even walking.
I''ll have to relearn how to walk and how to keep bnce with this crappy body while trying to withstand the impending force known as gravity, not to mention that I have to be ustomed to a new center of gravity in a new and smaller body.
Compared to my old body, moving around is a living nightmare that is barely getting better over time. Every day I would curse at my helpless body repeatedly with my extensive vocabry from all the novels I read back on earth and my studies for college. The swearing only increased when I made another shocking discovery
For thest week, I haven''t felt the need to urinate nor do the ''number two''. At first, I thought that people in this world just evolved differently to find out to be mistaken when I was introduced to this mythical room that people on earth would call a "bathroom".
My worries started to grow as I started to think I had a severe case of urinary retention or even a urinary tract infection as a ''best case scenario''.
My worries had hit an all-time high as I made my final realization which turned all my worries into pure horror. I had finally grown conscious of myck of ''male assets'' down where I''m supposed to urinate. You should have seen the pure shock and horror written on my baby face when I realized that I was probably a female.
''DO WOMEN NOT URINATE?'' was my second thought at that moment while the first one was a very loud inward ''WHAT THE FUCK?!'' while trying not to faint from the shock.
After gaining my rationality and cool from the shock a few hourster, I realized that there was probably something wrong with me as I was being breastfed multiple times a day and I still did not feel the need to urinate. If it is the case that I had an infection or a blockage, I feel like I would have popped by now due to the build-up of waste inside my body or at least thrown up by now.
The clear worry on my birth mother''s face when she looked at this world''s equivalent of diapers (which I''m guessing are infused with magic) that I wore and found out they were not used a single time, did not help the situation at all, showing that I might be slightly abnormal... Slightly.
Speaking about my family, they''re honestly pretty cool yet kind of weird. First off, the least weird one''s were both my mother and who I''m guessing is my grandmother. They were loving and caring but both of them looked like they had a bone to pick with me.
My mother would start getting upset over the fact that I would sleep (well... pretend to sleep, but she doesn''t need to know that) whenever she tried to y with me. The grandmother was a lot more cunning and could tell when I''m faking it. This would make her ''wake me up'' and try to make faces that would amuse a normal baby or scare the living shit out of them. I would follow suit and give her the most unamused face my baby body can muster while inwardlyughing at the depressed face she would make after another of her failed attempts.
My sister was honestly the nicest yet at the same time the most annoying from the female side of the family that would not let me rest. She would constantly pester me whenever she could, and would speak some random words I could notprehend due to thenguage barrier and theck of simrities between it and anynguage I learnt on earth which would have helped to decipher it.
Honestly, thenguage sounded like a mixture of what I think Mandarin would sound like and the few pronunciations of Arabic I knew.
The only silver lining is that through this baby talk my sister gives me, I found out they named me ''Pandora'', a name creepily simr to one of the Greek mythologies we had back on earth about a girl with a box that when opened would let cmity befall the world.
The Male side of the family was equally if not weirder than the female side. First of all, my father, who for some reason carries a sword on his hip wherever he goes, acts quite cold towards me In front of his family but when he has to take care of me alone, he bes the embodiment of an over-loving father. The illusion that I''m a baby and I will forget how nice he is towards me in secret, deluded him to think that I will not remember any of the love and care he has towards me.
I think this is what the Japanese on earth would call a Tsundere for ack of an English trantion, Yet due to my ''Minor'' father issues, I kind of find him overbearing and annoying even though I know he means good. It just seems that I have ''Slight'' trust issues.
The Twin brothers on the other hand were just in annoying. While one always had a smug grin and would constantlyb back his gelled dirty blonde hair while spouting some bullshit. On the other hand, the other one was reserved andcking in the confidence department that I almost felt bad for pping him on his face by ''ident'' while he was trying to touch me. Almost.
I don''t mind the reserved introvert because he doesn''t bother me much, but his shy nces make it seem like he''s In front of his crush or something, which mildly annoyed me.. Inplete contrast, his brother was just loud and overbearing making me imagine the countless ways I would make him shut the f*ck up if I had a working body.