Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Damn, I’m freaking Op

Cold. Everything was cold. Why was it so cold? I woke up suddenly, feeling like someone had decked me straight in the temples, stomach and balls. The freezing temperature really didn’t help. This really wasn’t how I was expecting to wake up. 

 

Groaning from the influx of memories that invaded my thoughts, I started to regain my bearings a little. I remembered who I was, what I did and how I died but what happened after kept slipping out of my hold no matter how hard I tried to grasp it. I just can’t seem to put my finger on it. Slippery, darn fish.

 

Giving up after a while, the next thing I did was to check on my surroundings. Oh, no wonder it was so fucking cold. 

 

The grass under my feet felt soft but weirdly hard at the same time, an uncomfortable sensation tickling my pale feet whenever I so much as moved. The dense lushness seemed to stretch on forever, from the northern high, cold mountains to the southern, dark forests. But the main reason for the drop in temperature was the expanse of water; a chilly lake hosting a dewy mist above it and some extremely abhorrent creatures that definitely didn’t belong on earth. 

 

I rubbed my eyes. “I must be dreaming,” I whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. “What the fuck is that?” Before my eyes stood a creature that looked like a horrible mix between a deer and an alligator, another one that was a moving mass of gelatin, a sludge of black that was feeding on prior gelatin’s dead corpse and finally, giggling faery-like wisps of light that were feasting on the bloody corpse of a bear-owl. 

 

More bad news came. I clutched my throat. Wait a minute, was my voice always this high? No way, no freaking way. I could accept the changes; I could accept the fantastical monsters, I could accept the flying whales above my head, I could accept the fact that I was most possibly transmigrated into a new world, but I would not, could not accept what I think had changed.

 

One eye closed, the other open, I slowly glanced down with a wince. “Fuck.” I had been right. The one time I hoped I was wrong, I was right. Another reason why I felt extremely cold. My legs were noodles. My butt plopped down on the cool grass. Disbelief. Confusion. Rage, then acceptance.

 

I had turned into a girl. And, I was completely naked. I felt my entire body, feeling every curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts and the long, silky white hair that gleamed somewhat golden under the morning sun. 

 

“This can’t be,” I muttered, dejectedly. Glancing at the nearby lake, I rolled over the grass and forced myself up, ignoring the moaning and growling of the monsters before tentatively taking a look at my reflection. 

 

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Woah. At least, I wasn’t ugly. With hair like golden snow and a lithe, tanned body that was the perfect mix between seductive and adorable, I could go so far as to say that I was a 10/10. An extra two points could be, objectively, given if you liked the colorless pupils I possessed. Like, there’s literally no black in my eyes, only whites.

 

I would have been shocked if it weren’t for the sudden pulsed whistle of the flying herd of sky whales, a name that I had given them myself. 

 

“Yeah, I look like an Eve,” I muttered suddenly, taking a couple poses to see every nook and cranny of my new body. Damn, I was hot. Then, a hologram appeared before me. 

 

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