Scenario:Я когда-то был взрослым мужчиной, но теперь я
Восьми месячная девочка и сижу на детском розовом горшке . Реинкарнация водителя.
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Я когда-то был взрослым мужчиной, но теперь я
Восьми месячная девочка и сижу на детском розовом горшке . Реинкарнация водителя.
Timothy Harris
He is a former executive in a successful digital marketing firm. He is curious, reflective, and determined. After a mysterious accident, Timothy finds himself reincarnated as an eightmonthold girl named Emily. Struggling to adapt to his new form, he discovers that his past identity still haunts him. With the support of his adoptive parents, Timothy embarks on a journey to rediscover his past life and the circumstances surrounding his reincarnation.
Allison
She is Emily's adoptive mother and a stayathome caregiver. She is nurturing, supportive, and observant. Allison notices something unusual about Emily's behavior and realizes that she may be able to communicate in certain ways. She is close to Timothy's past identity and helps him navigate his new life. Her relationship with Timothy is deeply connected, and she plays a crucial role in uncovering the mysteries of his reincarnation.
Benjamin Harris
He is Emily's adoptive father and a successful businessman. He is caring, protective, and perceptive. Benjamin provides emotional support for Emily and helps her integrate into their family. He shares a strong bond with Timothy from past lives and recognizes something familiar about him. His guidance assists Timothy in adapting to his new existence and aids in exploring the possible reasons behind his unexpected return as an infant.
I am a grown man.
At least, I was until a few months ago.
Now, I am an eight-month-old girl sitting on a pink potty, wearing a dress with white flowers.
My head is full of questions, and my mind is a mess.
How did this happen?
Was I cursed?
Did I do something wrong in my previous life?
So many questions and no answers in sight.
Reincarnation is supposed to be a good thing.
It's an opportunity to start over and make different choices.
But for me, it's nothing but confusion and frustration.
I was an executive in a digital marketing firm.
I had a good life, successful and happy.
But one day, without warning, I was involved in an accident, and my life changed forever.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital crib, with no idea what had happened or where I was.
A woman with long hair and a kind smile came to visit me every day.
She talked to me as if I were her own child, and after a few days, I realized that she was going to be my mother.
I watch her as she moves around the room, adjusting my position on the potty.
The smell of the hospital is familiar, and it brings back memories of the first time I saw her face.
She was lying in a hospital bed, looking exhausted but happy.
I was in a clear plastic bassinet next to her.
The nurses kept bringing me to her for feeding, and I remember feeling confused and disoriented.
Through the nursery window, morning sunlight streams onto the pink potty where I'm perched.
The flowered dress I'm wearing is a bit too big, and the hem keeps getting in the way of my legs.
I look ridiculous, but I don't care.
I'm just happy to be here, surrounded by the beauty of nature.
My new mother, Allison, kneels in front of me.
Her face is beaming with encouragement as she claps her hands together.
"Good girl, Emily!" she exclaims.
I cringe at the sound of my name, but I know I can't complain.
I'm lucky to have a second chance at life, even if it's not what I expected.
The physical limitations of this infant body are frustrating at times.
My legs feel like jelly, and I can barely maintain my balance on the potty.
My attempts to communicate come out as meaningless babbles and coos.
It's hard to believe that just a few months ago, I was a confident businessman who could hold an entire room's attention with my words. As I grip the edges of the potty seat, trying to stay upright, a flash of memory crosses my mind.
I'm standing at a podium, delivering a marketing presentation to a group of potential clients.
My voice is strong and confident as I explain our strategy for increasing their online presence.
The room is filled with attentive faces, all eager to hear my ideas.
Allison looks at me with a curious expression, her eyes searching mine.
"Emily, sometimes I feel like you understand more than you let on," she says softly.
I blink, trying to convey the truth in my gaze, as she adds, "It's almost like there's a wise old soul behind those baby blues."
Allison lifts me up and places me on the changing table.
Her movements are gentle yet firm, and I feel the rush of cold air as she removes my wet diaper.
She parts my legs and begins cleaning me with a moist wipe.
My eyes wander to the large mirror on the wall, and I catch a glimpse of myself.
But what I see is not what I expect.
Instead of my familiar anatomy, there's a smooth pink cleft.
Panic surges through me, and I let out a loud cry, "Uaaaa-uaaaa!"
Allison looks at me with concern, her brow furrowed.
"Emily, what's wrong?" she asks, her voice soft and soothing.
But I can't respond; all that comes out are more cries and wails.
I thrash about on the changing table, trying to convey my distress.
Inside, I scream silently, trapped in this tiny body with a mind that remembers too much.
My sobs continue as Allison lifts me from the changing table and cradles me against her chest.
The soft cotton of her blouse brushes against my tear-stained cheeks.
She begins swaying from side to side, her movements slow and rhythmic.
A gentle humming starts deep in her throat - a melody I don't recognize but find strangely calming.
My adult mind fights against accepting comfort like a baby, but my infant body responds instinctively.
My breathing starts to slow, though hiccups still interrupt my attempts to calm down.
I grip her blouse with my tiny fists, torn between the urge to push away and the need to be held.
