Chapter 0: The Lone Wolf - III

"Is this supposed to be a cruel joke?! Not only am I a girl who can barely walk, but why must I suffer such humiliation...?" I think to myself.

In the past few months after MY (Grade's) apparent death, I'm stuck in an unknown world much similar to Earth, but the worst part is neither the fact that I am a baby, nor that I'm a girl... it's the excruciating bitterness of wearing a... a DRESS! A girly frilly one with laces and cute little colors binded together. Why!?

At first I couldn't grasp the concept of the truth that I had indeed been born (again?) as a girl, much less a baby, but I was quite content so far...

However! It's different when I have to dress like one!

I mean, can't I just fashion up like a tomboy? I'd feel so much at ease! Yet I find a fact scarier than any other now... I THINK I WOULDN'T MIND WEARING THAT IDIOTIC CLOTHING. I FIND IT RATHER CUTE...

I'm doomed! Did I really think like that...? No, no, no! There is absolutely no friggin' way that I'm gonna wear that cloth! Despite it being cute! Regardless of the fact that I actually like it!

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Oops, I think I just admitted something I shouldn't have! No way... right? Am I going crazy?!

I've beaten over a million guys to get to my goals, committed apparent accidental murders(?) that reach over 300+ and recieved who-knows-how-many heinous tasks due work reasons..... now you want me to just strip my pride and wear a fu*king dress!? Are you kidding me!