The Reincarnated Thirty-Something Woman’s Otherworldly Reform Life
[Before I Knew It, I Had Been Reincarnated]
Translated by: ME
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「……Nnnngh……」
A peacefully drifting consciousness slowly surfaced.
The soft light I could feel against my eyelids was probably the morning sun.
The rustling sound of people's clothes as they passed through the hallway. The chirping of small birds fluttering outside the window.
And the smell of baking bread.
Bread... I wonder who's baking it—...?
...Did I go back to my parents' house?
Still not fully awake, I rolled over.
Something's off. The sheets, the duvet cover feel different from the ones at home.
While rubbing the fabric to check the texture, I slowly opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar canopy.
————A canopy?
「Hweh!?」
Frantically, I turned my head left and right, taking in the white walls with chocolate-colored wainscoting and an elegant white cat-legged display shelf that seemed to complement them. It was adorned with gold here and there, looking incredibly luxurious.
And the drapes hanging from the canopy, a calming ivory and peppermint green, the color cool and refreshing.
(Where is this!?)
Could it be a kidnapping!? I thought, but who would kidnap a thirty-three-year-old woman, an 'auntie' past thirty?
But, just in case.
As a woman, I'm not exactly young, but I'm not that old either.
Tastes and preferences vary from person to person. Some even say women start getting interesting after thirty-five...
While pondering such foolish things, I checked that my limbs weren't restrained — my hands.
「They're tiny…」
The hands that should have been large for a woman were now small, white hands with slender, neatly manicured fingers.
(What's going on...?)
Panicking, I tried to grasp the situation, my mind whirring frantically.
The room, with its thin lace curtains, looked like a Western noble's mansion or a gorgeous hotel room I'd seen in a movie once.
A very high ceiling.
(I haven't heard about any renovations, and there's no way this mansion is my parents' house...)
And it certainly wasn't my usual one-room apartment where I lived alone.
I felt utterly helpless and at a loss.
Needing to check more than just my hands, I got out of bed. I wasn't wearing the checkered pajamas I bought on sale, but a soft white negligee.
And my body definitely felt smaller than I remembered.
My chest, which had a decent volume, was now completely flat.
Gently placing my feet on the carpet, it felt incredibly plush.
(My body doesn't hurt or feel strange for now... It doesn't seem like I was brought here after being assaulted...)
I took slow, cautious steps.
Opening what seemed to be a connecting door, I saw a white cat-legged dressing table of the same design as before.
I approached it to finally see my reflection... and was speechless when I looked in the mirror.
Inside a childlike, plump, white, round face were slightly droopy, round, sweet-looking eyes.
A small, well-shaped nose. Lips beautifully colored even without lipstick, probably trained to always smile, forming an elegant curve — a small child was there.
Somehow... she's a total beauty (a beautiful little girl), but...
Her hair and eyes too.
「It's do-pink, though…?」
Not something like strawberry blonde, but a pure, clear milky pink. Her eyes were ibis-colored.
(Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeh～～～～～～!!!???)
「What kind of person am I??」
I mean, these colors, aren't they impossible for an Earthling? Cosplay?!
Blinking, I fluttered the long eyelashes framing my round eyes, and slapped my cheek.
「Ouch…」
A dream? Reality??
What happened and how did it come to this???
「I need to calm down, myself.」
………….
Frowning at the slightly awkward-sounding tone and high-pitched voice, I let out a small sigh.
The more panicked you are, the more you need to calm your mind.
Take a deep breath, send the lacking oxygen to your brain. Regain your composure.
I glanced back at the mirror.
In front of me was a little girl, about kindergarten age, making a scowling face with her arms crossed.
I moved my hands jerkily one after the other, jumped, tried out the moonwalk I practiced so much in elementary school back and forth, made funny faces.
……It seemed definitely like 'me'.
She moved. Every time I moved.
Not a doll or a picture, but a living human.
Who am I?
No matter how much I thought, the name I should have been familiar with for thirty-three years wouldn't come.
Instead.
「Magnolia Gilmore」
I am, Magnolia Gilmore.
The name that surfaced every time I repeated the question to myself.
And then, one after another, countless fragments of life in this world surfaced.
The memories of this small child.
Did I hit my head and am I dreaming?
—That thing called a lucid dream?
Or have I gone crazy... or something.
It's possible. Because this is beyond normal thinking!
I couldn't remember my name or face, but the cityscapes of Japan, the people busily coming and going at work, the scenery of the four seasons, the handlebars of a red bicycle cutting through the wind.
The supermarket I shopped at on my days off. The everyday life of a packed commuter train.
The smell of my parents' house I occasionally visited.
The big dog in the neighborhood.
The fragmented memories of another me, inside my head.
The flowers in the flowerbed my mother grew.
The sound of cicadas resting on utility poles in the residential area.
The red dragonflies flying in the sky during my elementary school field day.
The news of people slipping on the occasionally falling snow and tumbling on city roads.
Could a child this young, probably not even five, have such delusions?
Scenery from a streaming video? Landscapes seen on TV?
「Milady?」
Along with a rustling sound of clothes, a woman who looked to be in her fifties, slightly plump, peeked her face through the connecting room's door.
Turning around with a start, I saw a woman with kind, brownish eyes, wearing what seemed to be a standard-issue black one-piece dress, smiling.
「You've awoken. Good morning, Milady.」
Before I could ask 'who?', my mouth moved on its own. In a tiny, tiny, lovely voice.
「……Good morning, Rosa.」
This person is Rosa. Rosa Raglay.
Magnolia's personal attendant, a maid of the Gilmore house.
The memory was there, as if it were the most natural thing.
Why are my Japanese memories so hard to recall, while this unfamiliar child's memories are so vivid?
Why am I not a black-haired woman in my thirties, but a pink-haired little girl?
Why am I not in a small one-room apartment near the station, but in a luxurious white-walled room?
Tra-ten. °
The beginning of a book I borrowed from *that guy*, who, even as an adult, liked light novels.
*That guy*... my friend since middle school, what was *his* name?
Isekai Tensei.
Transportation? Summoning? Possession? Reincarnation? Replacement?
Absurd settings floated in and out of my head.
A cold *something* ran down my spine.
No. I didn't get hit by a truck.
I didn't fall into a river either. I wasn't on a plane, so I shouldn't have been in a crash.
I don't remember falling down the stairs.
I wasn't drunk, and I wasn't sick (as far as I was aware).
...I just went to sleep normally.
One of the many settings I was made to read about... waking up one day after a fever from an illness or something, remembering a previous life and 'a certain story'.
But in those, isn't it standard to have some kind of flag, like suddenly dying from illness, dying in an accident, or falling into a critical, unconscious state in the previous life part!?
Do you just reincarnate suddenly without any warning!?
Villainess reincarnation, using game knowledge to reverse the situation and go on a rampage?
Negotiating with a god and living a slow life with cheats?
A hectic subjugation journey with the hero, beastmen, and a great sorcerer?
Using my previous life's job in the new world, where its over-technology saves the world?
Even though I wanted to deny it, it pressed in on my brain, slowly but surely.
The case of a woman in her late twenties going to sleep in her room and waking up suddenly reincarnated in another world.
「Hahahahaha…」
A small, dry laugh leaked out. That voice might have been trembling a little.
「……Milady?」
Rosa slowly approached and stared at Magnolia curiously.
Author's note:
I hope you enjoyed it!
Me's note:
Imagine Tanya, but pink hair, then she laugh.
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Weird how she went from 33 years old to late twenties 😅
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