Sounds!
" Speaking "
' Thoughts '
"XXX---XXXXX-----XXXXX"
'So loud...Just...a few more minutes...'
She grumbled lightly to herself as she turned in her bed. Her usual soft sheets felt strangely rough under her touch today, but She couldn't be bothered to open her eyes to see why. She was just so comfortable right now.
"XXXXX----XXXXXX---XXXX"
Then, she felt it. Something soft was nuzzling against her cheek. Fear gripped her heart at this foreign touch, and her eyes shot open. What she saw only served to confuse her. It was a beautiful young woman? Her soft blond hair dangled over Her face as the young woman gazed warmly down at her.
'W-Wait a minute...How big is this woman...?'
She attempted to look around a bit as she noticed that this woman was enormous compared to her. It was a strange feeling; it was as if her entire body was being weighed down and even trying to turn her head was difficult. As Her eyes flickered around, she observed three other individuals standing around the young woman, who seemed to be holding her.
The first was a young man. He seemed more on the gruff side and had a lean figure. His hair was a soft brown. Unlike the woman holding her, She could get a good look at more of the man's figure beyond his face. He was wearing... rags...? Was she found by some poor people?
On the other side of the young woman was...what could only be described as a child with the expression of a perverted old man. The child couldn't be more than 4 years old. He had brown hair like the adult man, but on the lighter side. Was he the child of the two?
The last figure in the room was another young woman who was wearing...maid clothing? When could poor people hire maids? Was she that desperate for work? Anyways, the young maid had reddish-brown hair and was holding the child in her arms, allowing him to see.
"XXXX---XXXXXX-----XXXX"
Her eyes flickered over to the young woman who was holding her as she spoke. Despite that, She still couldn't understand a word she was saying.
'A foreign? It wasn't uncommon to meet someone who didn't speak English, but...that didn't sound like Spanish or French or any other language She'd heard before. An Asian language, perhaps?'
She opened her mouth to tell this giant that she had no idea what she said.
"Bwah...."
'W-What the f-ck?! Why do I sound like that? Why did that come out when I tried to speak?!'
"Bweh bwuuu bwah!"
Her eyes widened more with every attempt she made to speak. The figures around her seemed to coo and awe at her frantic attempts to communicate.
'Wait...what is this...?'
Curiously, she gazed at the hand she had just lifted. It was short and pudgy, almost like....a baby hand.
'No way...am I...a baby?'
Her mind raced as the thought of having been body-swapped with a baby consumed her.
'How can this be? I've only ever heard of stuff like this in novels! Plus, that only really happens after they die, and I don't remember dying...Maybe I went in my sleep?'
She thought back on what she remembered from before. Originally, she was a young girl living in America. She was the only daughter of a lower-middle-class family and had just come home after a party. She had graduated from college and thought a celebration was fitting. After coming home, she told her parents that she would be skipping dinner and then went to bed. Next thing she knew, she woke up here!
'So, I got isekai'd? But how could I have died? I didn't have any real health issues or anything? Huh...I was feeling a bit off on my way home...did someone put something in one of my drinks? ...Death, huh...'
It was an odd feeling that came over her when thinking about her own death. She had just graduated and gotten her degree, so dying before she could even step out into the world to succeed is just cruel.
'I-....f-ck...Mom's going to ball her eyes out...Dad's probably going to interrogate everyone from the party himself...'
For once, She couldn't help herself from crying. As she cried, the expressions of the figures around her turned from concern to relief.
'F-ck you guys....why are you happy about my sadness?!'
She couldn't stop herself from crying harder.