Chapitre 2: Well, it tastes good at least.
Ugh!
What was this weird situation?
My body feels like jelly and... why is it so tight in here? I opened my mouth to scream only to have my mucous membranes filled with strange warm liquid. My initial impulse was to spit that shit out and that's what I tried to do...only to end up swallowing the liquid. Oh, how disgusting it was! But why am I in this dark and wet place? Why did this feel like it was crushing me? Oh my God, was I being sandwiched in one of those garbage bags?
More pressure was directed at my body and my head felt like it was going to explode. The pain was too much for me to bear in silence.
What the hell was going on?!
When the pressure finally eased, I was tired, wet, and shivering. The bright light was suddenly directed into my eyes. My lungs ached with the effort to breathe and the cold shocked my skin to the point where I started to cry out loud. Was I somewhere in Alaska? It was my last thought before I faded back into unconsciousness.
...
Waking up was weird today. My head felt very heavy and my limbs had become almost liquid. As if they were containing jelly instead of bone and muscle. My eyesight wasn't the best either. Everything was cloudy and somewhat monochromatic. I wasn't colorblind, as far as I can tell, but now... everything I saw was gray and varied between light gray and dark gray. Colors varied between these two extremes. I could also see silhouettes of things. Dimly recognizing some objects here and there. I was in a kind of cage if the bars say anything, and I was lying on a kind of mattress.
It was comfortable, but I was still wondering who my captors would be.
*Anybody here?*
I thought in mild despair that I could not speak at all. I could feel that my vocal cords existed, however, I just couldn't form intelligible words...just a few funny murmurs and gurgles. There was the faint intuition that I could, if nothing else, cry out in tears, but I am an adult in my twenties. There is no situation where crying out loud is appropriate. Though my mind was seriously considering it. After all, where was I?
Kidnapping?
A possibility. I wasn't rich, but my parents could afford to pay quite a hefty ransom, so I could at least understand my situation a little. Or at least I think I can. My physical situation was very confusing and my eyesight and heavy limbs were just some of the symptoms. My feet seemed to itch too and my sense of hearing was out of step as much as my sense of sight. Now that I think about it, all my senses were impaired in some way. Was I drugged?
Drug hallucination was a very real possibility, I might add. Physical sensations may just be my mind recreating something previously experienced in the past, but I was thinking clearly enough to believe such a theory. I might as well be about side effects from an experimental drug. I mean, I felt too clear to be on narcotics. My head was slightly dizzy but other than that I was quite rational. My thoughts were logical and organized. If it weren't for this feeling of heaviness and fatigue I would be the healthiest young man in the world.
Physically and spiritually.
My chest also felt quite overwhelmed, as if it was getting used to breathing, or rather, relearning to breathe. A narcotic that affects the lungs... is it cocaine? That doesn't explain the other symptoms, besides, shouldn't I feel electric? Why this lethargic feeling? Is it a new drug? Does that combine the effects of cannabis and cocaine? I felt very tired and quite relaxed. Relaxed muscles were a very difficult thing to accept... this theory doesn't make sense, does it? My muscles felt like jelly after all. All of this didn't make sense. We had already concluded that my cognitive processes were fine so what was the real issue here?
But the most abhorrent thing was that I couldn't contain my bowels. I simply leaked the things that were supposed to be poured into the vase. I wasn't one of those shameless guys who couldn't pee next to someone in the public restroom. So I wouldn't be able to deny my physical needs in social situations. If I needed to use the bathroom, I would use it and they didn't hide it, but so what to defecate outside the privacy of the bathroom?
This never!
??? "Now who is awake? My little Prince finally opened his eyes, didn't he? Who is Mommy's affection? Yes and you. Oh, looks like my little Vitra has a surprise in his diaper, doesn't he? Who requires an exchange? Yes, it's my little Vitra..."
That voice that came from the gray silhouette started to speak as it picked me up from the bed. My mind was trying to ignore the signs. Was... Was it an evil version of Shingeki No Kyojin? I figured giants started to invade the earth and picked me up for experiments or to be devoured, because the option would be something I wouldn't want to happen. But now, this woman, whoever she was, was undressing and cleaning me, like an old invalid, while trying to play with me in a stupid voice. The situation couldn't be clearer. I would be an idiot if I didn't realize my situation right now.
I'm a freaking baby!
Ignoring the obviousness of my situation, I was spread-eagled, my sensitive parts exposed as a softness passed over my skin. I was being changed and cleaned. Interestingly, I didn't quite understand what material was used to cleanse my baby ass. It was soft and refreshing, but it didn't feel like tissue or paper...um...the humiliation!!! But if I stayed my thoughts to analyze the situation I could ignore it.
Now I could understand what that pressure was.
I was being born.
My God, I drank amniotic fluid! Disgusted! The horror! The horror! It couldn't be! I must have imagined that. Was a dream. A very realistic dream, but a dream. It shouldn't make sense, as real as it felt. There's no way in the world I'm going to end up dying. I am a healthy person after all. Right? Right? Somebody tell me something!
A baby! A bloody baby of all things! I'm a baby!
Okay, repetitive enough. I needed to calm down and think things over as best I could. I was a baby (Didn't I say repeating enough?) and there was a figure in the form of a bulk that was watching over me. My mom? A very realistic possibility. My lack of coherent senses suggests that I am a newborn, to make things even more complicated, as that meant I was dependent on this person for survival. I had been independent for years. Since I was 17 when I slept with my teacher and moved in with her. Getting a job wasn't difficult with my qualifications. I was a university student since I was 15 and had taken dozens of technical courses. All this without depending on my parents for anything... Although my grandparents left me a considerable inheritance, so I couldn't claim that I was completely independent of the people in my family.
Anyway, I was alive. At where? That was one thing I wanted to know. But I didn't feel comfortable with my situation. Many would think this situation was good, but I wasn't one of those idiots. My life sucked, but it was my life and it was being handled properly. Given enough time I could improve things enough to live well into my old age by being one of those old perverts who most found cute and funny instead of disgusting and perverted. I was only just over 20, dammit! And I had a family. Although I didn't like them very much, they were still my family. My father... What was my father's name? My mom?! Grandmother?! Grandfather?! Wait, what's my name?! It was... my name... Did I forget my name?! Well, cliché. Erasing someone's identity seems to be protocol. I imagine it wouldn't be such a bad thing at all. Less psychological stress for acclimatization to new life. Anyway, I didn't want to be reborn, reincarnated, or transmigrated to whatever this place is. Maybe I have powers? Magic? Ki? This world could be amazing.
But still?!
If I had to be honest, a new life gives me some hope, of course. Starting over with so many advantages thanks to my prior knowledge was a pretty good kind of indulgence. I would be a genius to most people as I have theoretical and practical skills from many different academic aspects. Once I started reading I could just walk right into high school and be a child prodigy. But... why the hell did I have to start from the uterus?! Why not transmigrate here at 7 years old? Hell, I would take up to 2 years... um, if I could avoid such humiliating situations.
Having my ass exposed like that was degrading on a lot of levels. I'm a grown man, for god's sake. Besides, why the hell can I think so well? Shouldn't I be a baby? My adult mind must have created a tension in that childish brain, but honestly, aside from the drowsiness, I didn't feel bad thinking about that speed. In fact, with each new second, I gained more control over my thoughts. How mysterious. Anyway, I had other questions to look into! Better to think about other things constantly than sink into the depression caused by my situation.
Why did I have to die? By the way, how the hell did I die?! I clearly remember going to bed after a glass of warm water (what? I'm kind of fanatical about healthy things) ... There was no discomfort when I went to bed and I don't even remember falling somewhere that caused me internal bleeding. My head was clear and quite relaxed after that night's guided meditation so it couldn't be stressed. I was in my peak state before bed. There couldn't have been an accident either. My cell phone wasn't near my bed, so no nightly explosions while charging. I also lived in a suburban house and not a building... There must be no chance of concrete beams crushing me. My neighborhood was pretty quiet and almost no crime cases nearby so the chances of getting murdered are low. Mainly because I lock the whole house before I go to sleep. Even the work that had been bothering me for the past few weeks was completed before 8 pm. There was no anxiety...
No accidents, murders, or sudden health problems.
Daily physical exercise, from jogging to yoga, made my body more than healthy. No, I didn't become one of those men large and weird with muscles over the brain, but I insisted on having compact and useful muscles in my body. Combined with my height and dance lessons, we have this magnificent piece of man that I am/was. I worry about my body too much to allow myself something as mundanely resolvable as stress. Hell, I don't even drink alcohol other than the maple syrup shots for breakfast on pancakes (the only indulgence allowed). I even made sure to keep the amount insufficient measure for the body. I don't have chronic illnesses. No cases of cancer in the family. No congenital genetic defects. I was the definition of a healthy citizen beyond measure.
So there was no reason for me to die and end up in this dependent body.
This brings me a lot of questions. I was reincarnated, but where were my cheats? I was trapped in this tiny body without even having met ROB to make my 3 wishes. I need to make a formal complaint! Or maybe I wasn't brought into this little body by a ROB and was just reborn here following the basic laws of reincarnation...? But in that case, I shouldn't have any memory, right? Now that I think about it, keeping my memories wasn't bad…who would I be without them anyway. The mere realization of not remembering my name and the names of my family members was hideous enough, imagine having my whole personality turned into a blank slate.
Scary!
"Are you hungry, sweetie? What a silly question Mom asked, isn't it? Of course, my little Vitra is hungry. My little man needs to eat a lot to grow strong after all...right?"
Oh no.
Not.
Not.
Please don't humiliate me further! I am a grown man! AN ADULT MAN! Damn, someone help me! Get me away from that pervert woman! What are you doing woman?! Put ME down! I don't want... you have nice breasts, but still... I...
The woman placed my mouth on her nipple. I couldn't see the thing, but I knew what it was. Anyway, I'll pretend to be the nipple of a baby bottle since I can't see it. They say that what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel... that the person who said that dies impaled from the anus to the mouth. I could feel my mouth move involuntarily sucking the liquid from her breasts. What the hell else will be involuntary in my new body? The sweet liquid entered my mouth as the woman stroked my face with her finger. It was good. Hell!?
Well, it tastes good at least.
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