Mirror

So, I’m now a maid.

Willingly or not, I’m following the weirdo’s advice. It all happened very fast, aside from the walk from the gate to the mansion, that took a lot of time. It seems the sphere floating inside one of the chain’s ring was indeed part of the city, even if it’s detached.

Maybe it’s best taking a step back. I chose to follow Tama as there was not really any better choice, she saved me, that’s not something I can just follow up with a “thanks for that, now’s time to go our separate ways”, especially given that there’s no way for me to go.

So, following her was for the best, and our destination was…a waterfall. To be more specific, a reverse waterfall. Water flew from the ground to the sky connecting the city’s ground to the floating sphere.

“Mistress back!” shouted Tama and from inside the waterflow appeared some kind of crystal cage. Very fancy, it must’ve costed a fortune. It’s door opened and I was shoved inside. Tama entered before I could say anything and up we went.

I didn’t say anything for the whole ascension. Not out of a will to stay silence, out of something else. The place was wayyyyyy to small for two people! Right then I realized how…”big” was Tama. For someone shorter than my already short new body, that chest was almost wrong.

Fox lady, big boobs, sparkly eyes, she really has it all. I didn’t have the chance to see myself in the mirror yet and still I was already feeling jealous. To make things worse she just stared at me the whole time, with a smug face.

She knew.

The fact nothing was said only deepened my jealousy. I could have focused on the undoubtably incredible view that the ascending cage offered me, but there was no way to see beyond the two much closer mountains. They were pressed against me too! I never felt more defeated since my reincarnation. Which at the time must have been like 3 hours prior so it’s not much, but still! Maybe it seems stupid to feel such a thing, but for me that ascension was a battle. Against my jealousy strongly supported by the sense of arousal which constantly risked to tip me over the edge.

And her smug face.

She knew!

Eventually we arrived inside the sphere, which was a bubble. The walls were made of water but once inside it was no different than walking in the city. I’m almost sure bubbles don’t work like this in real life. Or well, in my previous real life at least.

“Welcome to your new home!”

Said Tama smiling brightly now that I was finally free from her deadly grasp. I might have suffered the whole fight, but I survived and that’s what matter at the end of the day. What the fox girl called “my new home” was…. incredible. Inside the sphere there wasn’t a part of the city, but a giant mansion with multiple smaller structures scattered around the vast garden.

“This is Kriem’s Castle! The Baron probably awaits in the meeting room.”

After another session of being dragged around by a cute fox girl, I finally arrived at the actual destination. A very elegant room inside the main mansion, designed to receive guests for the Baron…a middle aged man, with hair already grown white and a big beard, which stood half asleep on a big fancy chair. Thinking back now, I wonder if he sees that chair as a throne of sorts, given how overly decorated it is.

“Master, I found a young girl in need for a job. She has lost her memory! Can you believe that!”

“No, I can’t” replied the Baron

Tama ignored completely that reply and went ahead introducing me. I already was dying of embarrassment. I would soon understand why Tama could do as she pleased.

“This young lady needs some help and another maid to clean the main mansion and go grocery shopping for my… our fancy meals will be useful.”

Word after word, the fox approached the Baron.

“We already h…”

Not another objection would come out of that man mouth. Tama arrived at the chair and…immediately sat on his lap. Then she teased his ear with the same smug face she made while we were in the ascension cage (see, I knew that SHE KNEW!) making the half-aged governor go as red as I was.

“Y…yes, I suppose we have a place for her…you can put her on the payroll…”

“YaY, thanks!”

And so, we come full circle.
So, now I’m a maid.

Tama pointed me towards an empty bedroom in the main house, one that was evidently not intended for a maid, and then went to “perform her maidly duties”.

For a moment those words left me with the worst thought, but a couple minutes later I could see the fox lady sleeping curled on the garden. She probably felt her good action for the day was done and now taking it easy was in order.

So, here I am now.

I was not even given a maid uniform.

“Your attire will be fine.” Tama said.

That girl…maybe I shouldn’t have let her drag me all around. But she did help me a lot after all. I have a job, even if I have no idea what’s expected of me, a place to sleep in and a momentary peaceful situation to reflect.

But something felt wrong. Tama knew right away I was a reincarnated but I didn’t ask her how. Maybe we’re so common that she learned how to recognize us right away? But if Arthesya powers depleted as both her and the weirdo astronaut dude said, is it possible for her to send here a lot of souls? Maybe she exhausted her resources to send here a lot of people in the past?

I collapse on the bed and close my eyes. It’s comfortable, that’s very good.

Focusing on questions that I cannot answer will not get me anywhere. It’s true I abandoned myself to the foxgirl’s whims, but that’s not bad. I gained a lot from her.

Mentally, I’m exhausted. So much to take in for one day. Especially given that going outside wasn’t exactly one of my specialties in the old world. My body though, doesn’t seem especially tired, that’s a contradiction I’m not used to but a welcome one.
No use trying to fall asleep now…maybe I should…do maid-like things? But would these things be exactly? Cleaning? I’m a disaster in housework…the Baron will understand how big a mistake he made! What to do, what to….

I open my eyes and see what I was searching for since my awakening.

Every problem about what to do completely erased from by brain.

There it was.

A mirror!

A full sized one! I can see everything now! I spring on my feet and immediately go to check the Goddess masterpiece that surely was me! I must be cute, without any power or knowledge of the word, beauty is the only thing the Goddess could have gifted me! Wait, is it possible that her powers are so limited that she couldn’t model me after a cute gothic Lolita and she simply stopped at the clothes!? No, it can’t be!

Now I’m scared to watch. But I must. Like in the crystal elevator before, this is one of my personal fights which cannot be lost. Slowly I raise my gaze and…

My eyes meet with a girl.

She has long, straight hair meticulously straightened as to not have a single strand out of place. An out of the world perfection, especially given how much she’s been through in the last hours. They fell neatly and elegantly at shoulder height, like a mountain river flowing slowly but inexorably. While hypnotized by the geometrically perfect shape in which the tips shaped the cut, the gentle shade of byzantine would caress my eyes. The haircut showcases two beautiful colors, one on the inside one on the outside, byzantine being the former. About the latter…we’ll get to that because before there’s another strong feature, perhaps the highlight of the hairstyle, a masterpiece that every hairdresser would be proud of. Her forehead was cut by a straight fringe with a couple of longer pieces on the sides, softly embracing the visage of the cute girl looking back at me. Length, form and thickness of the fringe was of course perfect, strongly defining yet elegant, far from rude, eye-catching but not garish. To complete a perfect haircut, a color was needed that would be pleasing at first glance but even better when paired with the Byzantine. The chosen one was a berry blue. Elegant, both in tune with nature and a little supernatural, as if a nymph of the lake just rose outside the domain of faeries to inspire a young writer in making the masterpiece he or she will be known for the rest of what remains of his or her life. Then came the visage, oh the visage. Big round blue eyes, like an ocean in which you could drown by venturing too deep, something that I fear could happen to me in this very moment. But they were not a bubbly pixie girl eyes, no, they were also sharp, defined with a soft eyeliner both above and under the shape of the eye. The look she gave was dreamy, yet strong, a woman that knows there’s something better for her out there but also doesn’t want to be treated like a princess to be saved, those were eyes of a warrior but one who knew grace. An important nose divided the face in symmetrical pleasing halves and while not being noteworthy on his own, a small piercing on the right nostril both broke the symmetry and enriched the spectacle. While the sight of perfect halves has its merits, a well-considered difference can be stronger and that’s the case here. It was a meticulous piercing choice and it paid back in spades. Her mouth was small and thin, ready to shoot words as sharp as a blade and doubly as fatal. If a beauty like this insults you, you either die on the spot or bask in the delight of the received attention. A faint classic blue lipstick complemented her hair and eye color, completing the perfect picture. But there’s something I didn’t mention and that’s by design. The visage was cute, maybe a little too soft, but that’s because a crucial part is still missing the picture of this description. The thick blue eyebrows. Short but dominant, they transformed the generic idol-like girl into a gothic goddess, giving her the defining trait to stand out in the way too competitive market of beautiful women dressed in gothic Lolita dresses. Three small piercing adorned the higher side of the eyebrow, showing the confidence on the thickness of it, they brought the attention there and that was by design. While conventional attractiveness dictates a thing, long eyebrow, the true beauty has to consider the overall picture and sometimes a little thickness is necessary, especially in those beauties dressing the gothic style. And talking about that, the dress she was wearing was more on the “pastel goth” side as first glance, but actually was a perfect blend of dark gothic Lolita’s black, strong look and pastel goth playful color choices. It was a light pink out of the most prestigious cotton, the outfit ws itself quite sober but exuded elegance in the minimalistic approach. This philosophy was then contrasted by the big black ribbon on top of the shirt, followed by 9 smaller ribbons that closed the blouse in place of traditional buttons. A straight black, middle length gown completed the dress, confirming the union of the two main styles of Gothic in a condensed, firm yet strong and original symbiosis. The pastel pink thigh highs and high, black shoes with thick heels and rounded toes were nothing more than the cherry on top of the perfect getup.

That girl, so beautiful I had to call her in third person was obviously no one other than me.