Who is this girl!?!

Uuuuhhhhhh…W-Where am I? Last thing I remember was being tormented by that sadist of a woman, and being thrown into some strange port-

How would you like to dance on a new stage…

…Crap! I found myself fighting in an attempt to move my body, I need to figure out what’s going on and where I am! After a while, I realized my efforts were futile. Attempting to force myself awake won’t help me, I gotta take this one step at a time. Instead of attempting to wildly move my body, I opted to focus on my eyes instead. Slowly but surely my eyes began to crack, with a bit more effort they opened completely. There we go I knew I had it in me, now then let’s-Huh? Why does the ceiling look different, and come to think of it why does this bed I’m in feel so comfortable? Wait, does this mean, am I in heaven! Ha, take that devil woman! I’ve ascended! You can’t catch me now She-bitch!

“Thank god, I was worried there for a sec-”

…Why does my voice sound so high pitched? Oh god, please don’t tell me!?! I forced myself to sit up on my bed, I gotta find a mirror and fas-Huh!?! Now that I was sitting up something strange occurred to me, strands of hair began covering my face. Blond strands of hair! I fought to remove the hair from my sight, resulting in something catching my eye. My hands were small and my nails were delicately trimmed. Not to mention, the sleeve of the clothes I was wearing seemed girly! No this can’t be happening, I began holding my head thinking my mind was about to collapse again, and that when I made a mistake. I turned my head to the right and found a mirror sitting on the wall. Reflected in the mirror was a little girl, with blond hair and scarlet eyes. She was wearing a sleeve gown with a flower pattern, and her face reflected a look of bewilderment.

…Uh-oh, no I deny this. This can’t be true! I began doing weird things, to see if the mirror would catch them. I did a weird dance, did a cutesy pose, I even did that old dab trend the kids used to do. The mirror reflected it all, meaning I’m trapped in this child’s body…

“Who The Hell Is This!!!!!!!!!!”

I began freaking out and throwing pillows everywhere, that’s when it occurred to me. How do I know I’m a girl? I immediately balled my hand into a fist and punched myself where my son was. The result was me wailing in pain, however it wasn’t physical pain.

“Oh my god, my son, my goddamn son!”

My Excalibur is missing! Unless a cute British girl took it because she got summoned by a highschooler, It Should Still Be There! My Excalibur Is Missing! Wait, what happened to the soul that was originally in this body. Did I, did I kill the child that was originally inhabiting this body. Oh dear god, I’m a monster! Immediately my tears turned from tears of self pity to tears of grief. I was forced to take this child’s life, I’m a heartless bastard!

“*Sniff* Damn me! I’m so sorry sweet child, I’m so sorry. I swear I meant no harm, please forgive me! This wasn’t on purpose, please forgive me!”

I kept crying, feeling guilt over the life I took and that’s when thing took a turn for the worst.

*CRASH*

“Gahhhh!!!”

“Yoooooouuuuunnnnggggggg Laaaaaadddddyyyyyyy!!!!”

An old man came rushing into the room with a platter of tea and crumpets. I couldn’t keep myself from responding, the situation was getting too absurd.

“Who the hell are you, Old Man!”

“My Lady, such language is unbecom-Wait, did you just ask who I am?”

“Yes, who are you!”

Upon hearing my callous reply, the old man placed the platter on a dresser and proceeded to collapse onto the floor.

“Old man, Old man! Oh god, I killed another person! I’m going to hell now, aren’t I! Dammit!”

After shouting and panicking for another ten minutes, I collapsed too.

****

“Have you any idea how much you two worried me? Especially you Sebas, you’re the head butler for crying out loud!”

“”We’re sorry””

So there I was giving my best grovel along with the old man who I caused to faint. On his head was a bandage to cover the fresh bump he has, as for this old woman I have no clue who she is either. Based on her attire, and how she called this guy the head butler, I assume she’s a maid. Possibly the head maid considering they seem to know one another well, while pondering this the old maid began to hold her head.

“Now then Sebas, I believe we have quite the predicament.

“W-Why yes, indeed we do!”

Predicament? Wait, why are they both staring at me?

“Young Madam, is it true you don’t know who we are?”

“Oh! Yes, it appears I’ve lost my memory!”

I need to play this off, I can’t have them find out what I did! I gotta play the role of an amnesiac for now.

“This is just awful! Who am I, what am I! Woe is me!”

Maybe I playing this part too well, let’s calm down just-

*Sniff*

…Huh? I look to see Sebas crying profusely.

“My precious young lady, to think you lost your memory due to the stress you’ve had recently. Please forgive this foolish old man, I swear on my honor, I shall return your memory to you. Even if it costs me my life!”

What is this old fart babbling abou-Is That A Chair! What does he plan to do to me!

“If mental trauma caused you to lose your memory, then maybe blunt force trauma can bring you back!”

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Get this old man away from me! I found myself backing into a corner while Sebas approached with a wooden chair in hand and a smile on his face. I prepared to meet that sadist again, until the old maid grabbed the chair out of Sebas’ hands and beat him upside the head with it.

“...Martha, what would possess you to do that?”

“We just got her back after she was in a two month coma and now you want to put her back under!”

So her name is Martha? I’ll treasure you forever Martha, I won’t forget what you’ve done for me today! More importantly, a two month coma!?! No wonder my body felt so weak! As I mentally jotted down what I just learned, I looked over to see Martha attempting to hold Sebas back. What is he-Is that a knife!?!

“I tried to harm our Young Lady when she just returned to us, I’ll never be able to forgive myself!”

“Drop it damn you! Are you trying to scar the Young Madam for life!?!”

I found myself bringing out the water works to stop Sebas from taking his own life, I also pleaded with Martha to change up her lingo. Calling me Madam makes me feel old, calling me “Young Miss” sounds more fitting. Hearing that apparently gave them hope, the previous owner of this body felt the same way I did. That owner being Charlotte Viola Roselie, the eldest daughter of the Rosalie Household. I decided Sebas’ punishment was to catch me up to speed, feeling ashamed of his attempted assault on me, he obliged. Starting with how I ended up in a two month coma.