A new day, a new start in my life. It has been around one week since I woke uo in Andrea's body. My family is loving and understanding. While Mother is strict, Father plays with us. Brother John is caring while Andrew is always a naught sibling who always loves to make troubles. The maids are kind and help all my needs; the only problem I am facing now is that I cannot imitate the real Andrea. The real Andrea was a girl who perfected the noble etiquette while I am having difficulties wearing such a burdensome dress. Today I decided to meet Mother and request for a pair of trousers and shirt like my brothers so I can play around.

Andrea walks into the dining room –

Mother, father and brothers were already at the table. As I was short in height, I couldn't get on the chair with ease. Seeing me struggle Mother ordered my maid Anny to help me up while brothers and father was chuckling at the sight.

I a seventy-year-old man was now not even able to get on a chair. I was embarrassed at, my helplessness, but it was not time for these thoughts. I cleared my throat "Ahem, mother, Father I have something to tell." My father asked, "what is it dear?"

I spoke confidently, "Father I won't wear a dress anymore, I want to wear trousers like Brother Andrew."

My sudden request came as a shock to all. My mother checked on the water she was trying to drink.

Andrea was a child who would always care about her noble dignity and would never compromise on her dress. The sudden request of trousers was something no one would expect from a child.

Mother asked with a smile, "dear, what do you mean by trousers? Don't noble ladies wear dresses?"

I shook my head and spoke, "no mother, it is uncomfortable. I don't like long dresses anymore."

Father who was surprised by the sudden demand laughed, "ha ha if my baby girl wants I will do it for you."

Mother interrupted father. "No, I won't allow. I already have two boys. I want to see my girl dressed cutely in dress. I will allow you to wear trousers some days, but not every day."

"But mother, the long dress makes it uncomfortable for me to move around," I whined.

Brother Jonathan spoke for me, "Mother, how about we tell the designer to design dresses that are short in length. That would be fine right Andrea?" Brother asked turning towards me.

"Yes, yes. That would WOLK to BlOTHEL. I want to run ALOUND like BLOTHEL ANDLEW."

"Ha-ha mom, see Andrea can't pronounce 'R' she is calling me ANDLEW'" Brother Andrew teased me.

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"BLOTHEL is that important now?" I asked angrily. I couldn't pronounce some words as my tongue was still not flexible.

Mother smiled, "don't fight now. Fine I will order the designer to design short dresses."

"Thanlyou, MOTHEL." I smiled happily and bite onto the steak that was too big for me.

It was another sight that I created unknowingly for my family to laugh about.

Father took the plate from me and cut the steak into small pieces himself. He then ordered the servants, "cut meat into small pieces for The Princess. Don't repeat this mistake." This was the first time I heard father speaking so coldly without a smile on his face.

A new time where short dresses and miniskirts were popular instead of long gowns thus began.

After the breakfast father went to his office while Mother went to work on the mansion Finances and duties. Brothers went for their sword training, while I was all alone in my room doing nothing. Being a three-year-old was boring as I had nothing to do. I decided to test whether I have the powers I once had as a shaman. I ordered Anny to bring me a caramel pudding. Anny smiles, "yes, young miss. I will bring you a pudding right now."

Once Anny left it was time to check my powers.

I recited, "oo the great almighty from above. The god of animals and sea. Help me see the spirits through you."

If it was the old me, my hands would emit a bright yellow light and my whole body will be enveloped in the warmth of spirits, but this time nothing happened.

I blankly waited for a reaction that could prove I still had some powers, but it was in vain.

I shouted in disappointment, "you dummy rabbit, give back my powers. I want to see the spirits." There was no response. I punched the pillow and blanket in frustration and screamed to calm down. Soon the door opened and my pudding was calling me.

The pudding looked soft and cute. I could imagine its two eyes and a mouth inviting me to eat it. The caramel syrup had a sweet fragrance. As I took a bite, it melted in my mouth. I forgot all the anger and disappointment as soon as the delicacy came into my mouth. Anny stood beside me, watching me enjoying the soft creamy pudding.

After few hours I decided to go and meet brothers at their swordsmanship training ground. I dressed up and ordered Anny to bring two puddings for my brothers and some cold drinks for the knights.

Anny prepared it shortly and escorted me to the training ground.

I could see my brothers and other knights were training hard from the entrance itself. As I did not want to disturb their training, I sat a on a bench and waited for their break time. Andrew who noticed me running towards me leaving his sword and trainer behind.

"Andrea! Why are you here? Did you come to see your cool brother?" he asked excitedly.

I did not want to destroy the excitement of a six-year-old.

"Yes, I came to see your brother." I spoke and smiled at him Brother Jonathan also came to me following Andrew.

"Brother you are sweating," I told, giving him my handkerchief.

He smiled and accepted it, "Andrea this is not a good place for you to visit. Why are you here dear?" he asked me in his warm voice.

I stretched out the basket of pudding and cold drink and spoke with a smile, "Here brothers, I brought some snack for you and cold drinks for all the knights."

The knights who stood there was tearing up, seeing their young miss being so considerate.

The smell of caramel pudding watered Andrews's mouths.

Without thinking twice he hugged me tight and spoke, "ohh, my sister is so cute. Thank you for the pudding and drunks."

I was happy for his appreciation but that did not justify his hug when he was drenched with sweat. I tried to push him away as he smelled of sweat. It was hard for a three-year-old to push a six-year-old.

I muttered, "The world is unfair." Before fainting from the smell of sweat.