'Argh!'

Pain reverberates inside my head like it's splitting it into two pieces as my conscience returns to me.

'Never getting drunk again.'

As I start to open my eyes, I immediatly start squinting as light assaults them. To protect my delicate retinas, I procede to cover my eyes with my hands with the intent of allowing my irises to adjust. As my eyes slowly adjust, I noticed my hands, more specifically, the size of them. They looked...

'...Must be the morning groginess.'

I close my eyes and slowly open them to look at my hands again. They stayed small. They look quite adorable if I say so myself. Smooth as well.

"WHAT THE f*ck....."

I began to freak out, but stopped as soon as I started. Why? Simple, my voice. It's squeaky, like a little girl's. Sweat runs down my entire body as I slowly reach down to hoping to confirm my little brother's safety, only to be dissapointed when I found out that any sign of my little brother's well-being is void...

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A good 10 minutes must have passed before I accepted the death of my little brother in tears. Still depressed by the fact that the only male quality I had that confirmed that I was a male back on Earth is gone, I slowly take a look around me. Currently I'm resting on a amazingly fluffy queen-sized bed under a silky blanket. In front of the bed is a stylish wooden wardrobe. To the left is a small table with some books, paper, quill pens and what I believe to be a inkstone, and a door that I figure leads to the rest of the building I'm currently in. To the right is a body-sized mirror and a chest that looks like it came right out of a dungeon.

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I get up and move in front of the mirror to see the accursed offender that stole my manhood from me. I could only stare in silence as I observed the small person that was on the mirror. On the mirror reflected a young girl that couldn't be more than four or five years of age. On her head was a childish yet elegant face that gave others a feeling of anticipation to how beautiful the young maiden would look in 10 years. Eyes that compared to the finest amethysts money could buy. Silver hair with dark highlights on the ends that gave an illusion that there was a tiny moon in front of you. If you observed closly, you could even say that there were small mounds already developing on the petite body.

"Wow..."

I could only sigh in amazement to the looks of the beautiful girl that was in front of me. As I looked at myself I heard footsteps coming closer outside the room until they stopped at the door to my room. *Knock*Knock*

"Honey are you awake?" (Beautiful voice)

"Yes, I just woke up. You can come in mum." (Me)

What I saw shocked me just as much as my appearance did. From the door was a silver haired beauty that could easily bring down countries with just looks alone. Sapphire-blue eyes and a body that even models would jealous of accompanied by a beautiful yellow dress. She quickly looked around the room before landing her gaze onto me, a gentle smile blooming on her face. With finesse, she walked to me and just as I did moments before, looked at the mirror which this time reflected two people on it. Mother looked at us before putting on a even brighter smile than when she came in.

"My, Rina, you're getting prettier and prettier as days go by." (Mother)

"N-not as pretty as you mum." (Me)

I gotted flustered when I heard what my mother said. Don't get me wrong, its not that I'm new to compliments thanks to my adolescent days. It's just that getting complimented by a peerless beauty would get anyone's heart going. That's also just a minor reason why I got flustered. The main reason was the name she called me, Rina. 'Isn't it just a name, why does that have to fluster you so?' you might ask. It's because that's the default name of the female version of the character I co-designed with a friend from the free expansion we launched last night. I did the characteristics, personality, and traits of the male version while my friend, Irene, did the female version. As I was running this information around my mind, my mother spoke, breaking my train of thoughts.

"Ufufu, thank you sweetie. Breakfast's ready, come down and eat after dressing up nicely. We need to get to the church on time, today's your big day after all!" (Mother)

"Yes mum."

Mother went back to the dining room after telling me breakfast was ready. I put on a simple yet charming white dress and after admiring myself again in front of the mirror, I left my room and went to the dining room, where I would be meeting the rest of my family over breakfast.