*Ding dong…
It has been 3 days since my possession. Having to wake up at 6am every day is mentally draining, as I was originally not a morning person. Physically? Not too bad, maid duties last from 6am to somewhat around 7pm, after dinner is served. After that is usually bed time, since there’s not much to do for entertainment, no internet, no TVs, no radios and books are expensive therefor, rare.
I’ve just learned that I'm able to read and write the language of this world, a surprising but common transmigration perk. I think I would have gone insane, being a man who had at least, made it 3 years into university, being nerfed to illiteracy.
It was during the head maid’s tour of the kitchen, when I encountered ingredient jars with words labelling them like “Salt” “Rosemary” “Thyme” “Honey” “Frog eyeballs” "Night bat wings" …Ignoring some strange items, it seems that just by being able to read and write is in itself, rare amongst commoners.
These past few days consists of menial tasks such as cleaning toilets, wiping the estate house’s ridiculous number of windows, vegetable prep, laundry… All of which I’m terrible at, given that I originally preferred eating out with friends, had access to washing machines and vacuum cleaners, opting to spend free time reading or gaming.
The head maid seems quite troubled at first, when faced with such a useless maid. Perhaps sensing that I was too much of a newb for her to handle, I was introduced and told to work under senior maids, requesting them to show me the ropes, before finally leaving to attend to her other duties.
The Dawnspear estate’s workforce, consists of 6 maids, 3 butlers, 3 cooks, with the rest being mostly contracted workers, hired to take care of the gardens, stable and livestock. A rather small number, compared to the size of the estate and its huge mansion. A white, enormous 4-story building, adorned with intricate carvings and designs that screams “Old Money”, which perfectly sums up the Dukedom whose lineage spans a couple generations back.
Anyway, I’m the newest addition to the maid crew. Assigned to work under another maid, Catheline, 19 winters old, who has been at the estate for roughly 2 years. Still relatively new and lacking experience (according to her own words). She’s a petite girl with brown chestnut hair, possessing a feisty personality, yet is easy to talk to once you get to know her.
With simple praises like “I'm delighted to be assigned to such a capable senior” whenever she showed me how to perform some basic tasks, her hamster-like cheeks would turn red, muttering cute phrases in return “I-it’s nothing much, it’s simply my duty as your capable senior”. However, if you upset her by doing stupid things, as demonstrated by that gardener boy, who dirtied the floor she had just wiped clean, with his muddy boots…*shivers
I’m trying my best to learn, of course, to avoid being deemed as useless resulting in possible discrimination. Without a clue regarding the outside world, it is probably the best option to lay low and see how things proceed before deciding on my next agenda. That means, getting along with my colleagues, the maids. It’s quite fortunate that they aren’t the mean and bullying bunch, but are easygoing and chill just like Catheline.
“Umm senior Catheline, do you perhaps have a mirror that I can borrow?” I asked, after dinner with the maids.
“Oh sure, I’ve got a few in my room, does Lyrina not have one?”
“I don’t have the money to afford one, senior” I said, a bit ashamed. Well, it’s true that I’m broke, being in debt and all.
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“Ahh, poor thing, come. What a pity for a beautiful girl such as yourself to not have something so essential!” She bids goodnight to the other senior maids, with me politely bowing from behind.
I followed Catheline to her room, and wow, what a surprising contrast to a slave(maid) such as myself. Traditionally hired maids such as Catheline, seems to be paid a decent amount of wage, in evidence of her room adorned with cute little trinkets and ornaments, moderately furnished with comfortable furniture. My room on the other hand, borders on the extreme minimalism.
“Here take this, it’s small but useable, if there’s something else you need, don’t hesitate, ok?” Catheline handed me a simple, notebook-sized mirror with its own leg stand. She appeared to be in the know, regarding my current financial status.
“Thank you very much senior, I will cherish this with my life” I admired the mirror she gave me, delighted at my first gift since being abandoned in this world.
“This is already more than I can repay you senior Catheline, I owe you my life” I thanked her again, my words filled with manly sincerity.
“H-hey, that’s not something you say so casually, it’s just a mirror I bought for a few copper pieces…” She muttered, clearly embarrassed. I don’t think I can even afford it if it was priced at 1 copper.
“A-anyway it’s getting quite late Lyrina and we both have to wake up early, are you familiar with the way back to your room?”
“Yes senior Catheline, I’m now somewhat familiar with the layout of the mansion, thank you again senior and goodnight to you” I bowed as I exits her room, before making my way back to my bedroom, somewhere on the other side of the house.
“Goodnight...to be so happy over just a cheap mirror, poor thing…”
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Back inside my lair, I lit an oil lamp provided by the head maid, and sat down on the hard creaky bed. Heck, even the mattress is thin old, at least its better than sleeping on the floor. I took out the simple mirror, and for the first time after transmigrating, was able to witness my own reflection.
Eyes the color of night with slight twinkles to them. The shape, big and round with modest canthal tilt, giving off the image of a frail beauty, further accentuated by a sharp, petite nose, decorated with tiny heart-shaped lips, the color of pale blossom. Heck, even the eyelashes are long, I thought they were extensions at first.
My facial skin is smooth and bright, with no noticeable imperfection, the features are perfectly harmonized and highlighted by black silky hair, slightly wavy, the length reaches my waist if let down from the maid-style bun. Even under the dim light emitted by the oil lamp I’m this…
To sum up, my face is the type that could ignites primal desire to protect, inside even the rustiest of men. With this face, without proper ways to defend myself, it’s not an exaggeration to say that it won’t be long before I’m kidnapped and sold off as a slave to some perverted old nobles.
It’s one thing to be transmigrated as a hero who goes around collecting these types of beauty for his harem, it’s another thing to be transmigrated into the body of said beauty waiting to be captured, eventually dominated by the hero, if this world happens to be have those sort of tags attached.
I glanced down at my breasts, covered by the maid attire which thankfully, exposed no cleavage and sighed. As a former male, I thought that it would somehow be more exciting when looking at my own *ahem, assets, but to be honest? I felt nothing, it was rather a disappointing feeling. Besides, this body is barely…
*Beep beep
Age 16
Hey, stop flashing at me, I’m not doing anything weird, beside isn't this technically my own body? so it’s not illegal to…right? Nevermind.
The fact that I’m blessed(cursed) with this beautiful but useless body, further confirms my resolution of staying under the protection of one of the most powerful noble families in the Kingdom, the Dawnspear.
Faced with endless worries, I washed my face with the bucket of water I brought, before laying down onto the hard bed, drifting off into the land of dreams but not before cursing the stupid Goddess who abandoned me here without any skill…