I had an uncanny sense of the world. Even though I keep my eyes closed, I know where everyone is. Perhaps this is an after of my time within the soul river.

I also know that the room that I am in right now and is made from a very hard and cold material, and is quite large.

Thinking about my new situation, I heard a older woman cry: "*&^%$%^&*#&*%"(Mistress, its a girl!). I am unable to understand what their individual words mean, but for some reason I understand the meaning of what they say. Is this perhaps linked to my ability to see the room without my eyes open? My uncanny senses are probably strange, not going to mention that to anyone. tehe? ugh, acting cute is too hard, I'm just going to act like a really boring baby and maybe I can get some alone time to stare out a window all day like usual.

Onto the matter with the sex change. I don't care.

I know that many of you scum from my past world would be upset over a sex change, but for me this doesn't matter. Except for one thing: It makes solving my physical body harder and more painful. I won't give you any details on what I mean by that, since its rather private.

I was so distracted by our dear conversation that I didn't even notice that my "mother" is holding my against her chest. Its just as I feared, my mother appears to have quite large breasts. perhaps a G cup? I fear this because, what kind of idiot would want giant breasts, they only get in the way.

as I was thinking of this I felt a odd feeling in my stomach. so this is hunger pains, eh?  you may wonder why I act as if I never felt hunger before was because I didn't. the specific hormone escapes me, but I was born unable to feel hunger. Well at least I won't accidentally starve like in my previous life.

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But still this hunger thing is unpleasant.

Now, how do I get my mother to breast feed me? How do newborns do this? Cry? aye, that is what I'll do.

Jaken: "WAH, WAH" this high pitched wail comes from my vocal cords.

My Mother: "$%^#&%$#&!@$^&" (ugh, you come here and take this.) She hands me to the wet nurse and retreats out of the room.

Well, that was unexpected, I thought that she at least would pretend that she 'cared' in any sense of the word. At least people in my previous life pretended to care about how I felt about things. Not this one though. Though she is just some stranger, I don't care if I see her again.

The wet nurse presses my body to her own, whilst she sits down. I can feel another life within her, ready to escape from their prison as have I. I feel her tears falling onto my scalp, they feel cold.

wet nurse: "&^#$%@&^#$%^@%^@$#" (please take care of your half-sibling. They will be your servant in the future. Ah, sorry you are still hungry. Here.)

I suckle from the wet nurse as she begins to cry. 

This sadness is what will define her in her final moment's. She gives birth to my healthy half-beastkin male, though no one knows this perhaps my father. She died in childbirth

I will later learn that the wet nurse she was a slave bought for her good looks to be a maid, I will also learn that she was raped by my father because of her beauty.