"No way... Could I have reincarnated into a girl's body?"
After some thinking, maybe that's possible. After all, I did wake up in a body that isn't mine. But... just because the body is pretty and has long hair doesn't mean I'm a girl. I lifted my hair to check my head, and that's when I saw an earring hanging from my ear… I screamed at the top of my lungs:
"Damn it… No, no… Wait… Impossible!"
To confirm my doubts, I had only one way to turn suspicion into certainty. I took off my pants completely.
But… to my surprise, just as I did that, the maid who had been standing outside the bathroom suddenly burst in, alarmed by my scream. The bad news… she saw me completely naked, just as I was born. The good news… I saw clear proof that I'm in a male body—and the maid saw it too.
She rushed out immediately, slamming the door shut behind her, her face flushed with embarrassment.
I stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, trying to collect myself.
It seems I'm now in a boy's body... but a young one, maybe around 15 years old?
I started to wonder: is this what the afterlife looks like? Do we die and get reborn? But that theory didn't add up—if I was truly reborn, I should've been a baby, not a teenager.
Or maybe I was summoned to this world somehow? Through a system? No… even that idea didn't make sense. If that were true, some sort of system would've appeared to greet me or explain what's going on.
Could it be… that I'm actually the original owner of this body… but lost my memory? Even that doesn't seem right.
So what the hell is going on?
After a long moment of reflection, I remembered the very first scene in this new body: I was lying down, my head wrapped in a bandage, and the maid was sleeping in a chair beside me.
That only confirmed one thing…
I have no idea what's happening to me.
"Damn it… what the hell is going on…?"
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door.
It must be the maid again… but what does she want now?
"Do you want to see the proof again!?"
I hesitated to open the door… but suddenly, the door exploded open and flew off its hinges!
A young man, around my age, stepped in. His skin was dark and he wore servant clothes. His face didn't look friendly at all.
Beside him stood a woman, maybe 27 years old, with long blonde hair and smooth skin. A small mole adorned her face. Behind her stood more servants, and I saw people further back, but my brain couldn't process them.
The servant had ripped off the door with one hand. The woman came closer to check on me. From her actions, I could tell she was my mother in this body.
She began talking to me… and so did the others… but...
"%$#¥₩£€#$"
I couldn't understand a word!
It wasn't just gibberish—it was a completely unfamiliar language.
Not from this world... or at least not one I knew.
Which made things clearer: I can't understand their language because I'm simply not from this world, and no magical system or translation tool showed up to help me.
Ten minutes later.
They put me back in bed. I laid down, and the servant boy stared at me with cold, merciless eyes.
An old man began examining my head—he looked like a doctor. He spoke with the "mother."
She looked angry… and desperate.
Then everyone left the room…
Leaving me alone.
Just me… the broken door… and the maid with the burn-scarred face still sitting in the chair across from me.
"So... we're back to square one."
Silence hung in the air… so thick I could hear my own heartbeat.
Thoughts began exploding in my head:
1. I don't know why I'm here.
2. No system appeared—no screen, no text, no instructions.
3. I don't understand the language of this world, and I've never heard it before.
4. The biggest problem? This maid keeps watching me, her face getting redder by the second.
"What's wrong with you?... If you're going to explode from embarrassment, then just get out already."
She replied in strange words I couldn't understand, confirming that she speaks a language alien to my own.
I stayed frozen, lost in thought.
What am I supposed to do now? I expected to live some fantasy-like story, like in the comics...
But this?
Then… the silence broke again.
The maid moved her chair closer… sat to my left on the bed… got really close.
She placed her hand on her chest, pressed on it gently, and repeated a word I didn't understand… again.
I asked her, even though I knew she wouldn't understand:
"What… what's wrong with you? Why are you putting your hand on your chest?... What do you want from me?"