Chapter 2: Rebirth

So that's it huh?

It was a good life, I have no regrets but what now? How can I think right now. It's dark all around me. Can I move? I stretch out and surprisingly it works! I can feel my limbs move but they brush against something slimy. Repulsed I move them back into their original position. 

Hmm..

I have a theory but I won't get my hopes up. Reincarnation? If that's true this is the womb. How can I think if my brain isn't devoloped yet? Guess this confirms the idea of souls existing. I'll have to wait till I'm born as I'm already tired for some reason. Sleep takes me immediately when I relax my mind.

Next time I wake up I hear muffled screams coming from above me. If I have been reincarnated that's my mother I'm glad I'm human again at least. I'm probably about to be born since I'm no longer suspended in what felt like water. I move my head toward what seems to be the entrance to make it easier on the doctor or whoever might be helping my mother through this. I still couldn't open my eyes so it was somewhat difficult but not impossible. I start hearing a strange language. Can't be sure if it's a different world though as it could be a tribal language in a remote place somewhere. 

The voices get louder as I feel my head slowly but surely getting pulled out of the hole. Once I'm out I'm instantly blasted with cold air but I'm instantly covered in cloth. I still can't see because my eyes are still refusing to open. I feel myself getting cleaned with cold water. Hey I'm an infant y'know you could have used warm water asshole! I'm then once again wrapped in cloth and I'm settled into someone's arms, presumably my mother's. 

Finally, my eyes cooperate and I'm able to open them now. The light stuns my vision for a bit but I blink my eyes until I get used to it. However, I was not expecting what my eyes revealed to me. A beautiful woman in what looked like her twenties was staring back at me she had a pained look in her eyes but smiled warmly at me. None of this is what surprised me though. No what surprised me was what was on top of her head. Are those fox ears? My grandson in his younger years had an obsession with what was called furries and this is similar. Ironic. One thing that I teased him about in his later years actually exists. Funny. So that confirms it. I guess I've been reincarnated into another world.

My mother looks tired and she seemingly calls who seems to be my father over. He takes me into his arms and holds me in a similar fashion as my mother did. My father looks well built and holds me gently. A gentle giant? I held my daughter the same way before though so maybe not. I'm tired again and fall asleep once more. 

I woke up in a crib or what looks like one. The craftsmanship is pretty bad but it does it's job. I won't test it though. I roll over and look up at the ceiling. It looks well built enough. It doesn't look like it'll collapse so no danger there. I also notice I have a tail it's blue an it slowly turns white towards the end. It looks fluffy so I grab it. It feels so nice so I snuggle against it for awhile. Eventually though my stomach starts rumbling. Guess I need to eat. I start cooing so that my mother can hear me. Sure enough she walks through the door. She looks much better and there doesn't seem to be any sign that she recently gave birth. Interesting perhaps the race I was born into has high regenerative capabilities. I also notice that she has a tail. This is good to know but for now it's food time. 

My mother picks me up and brings me close to her chest she then moves her shirt out the way and exposes her nipple to me. I'm not embarrassed about this in the slightest so I'll oblige. 

I bring my mouth toward her exposed nipple and suck slowly. My mother seems to sigh in relief. I don't know why that is but I'll probably find out later. After I'm done she baby talks me in an unknown language. I play along and grab her finger when she puts it close to me. She reacts by saying "Aww". I guess some phrases never change even between worlds huh? I then feel sleepy again. My mother notices this, so she slowly lowers me back down into the crib. She pats me on the head and I slowly lose consciousness once again.

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Eventually, I think I learn my name my parents often use the word Xena when playing with me so there's that. I also found out I'm a girl as well which I'm conflicted about. I preferred women in my past life but I never openly refused the idea of a male partner. Maybe I never looked the part? Maybe I'll be different in this life. I always thought that women could pull off pretty much everything in terms of clothes. 

Right now me and my father are heading to what seems to be a church. I saw my mother doing laundry in a very inconvenient way before we left so she's busy right now. The church is much like the ones you'd see in small towns in those old western movies only less decorated and without the cross. The only way I was able to tell was because there were other people praying just outside the church. My father takes us into the church where a line has formed. There are other newborns with thier parents as well.

This might be a baptism. I'll say it right now however I never had a good view of religion as a whole in my past life. It was used to start many wars throughout history and was used as a means to promote the ideas of slavery. I considered myself to be an educated black man and because of that the hatred against religion, for me at least, ran deep. I knew that not everyone in the church was a bad person but, I never attended a single church day after I turned eighteen. 

The line wasn't too long and all of the parents before left with disappointed looks on their faces I wondered why but I guess I'll find out right now. My father hands me over to the presumed priest and he places some kind of device against my heart. The device shutters for a second and then a small display appears before him and my father.

 Three dots appear on the display. I see a brown dot that seems to be the largest. I see another but white and about half as big. The smallest one is red. My father and the priest seem to be very surprised about this. They talk for a few minutes with smiles on their faces before my dad and me leave. He is holding me once again but unlike the other parents he leaves with a smile on his face. 

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