A shocking white light pierced through Clarice’s eyes, her eyelids twitching in a startling manner that rendered an awfully unpleasant feeling. Strays of lights formed themselves into iridescent colors. They reflected rainbows behind Clarice’s closing eyelids, affecting them tremendously by sending waves of electric shocks.

At that moment, Clarice felt genuinely remorseful on her decision to switch body with a Tenens.

That didn’t stay long.

Three seconds later after slightly feeling better toward the invasive sunlight, she started making her way toward the tiny cradle colored in baby pinks and dappled in sky blues, the cradle she was just lying in five minutes ago.

Surprisingly, there lied a baby who was soundlessly playing with her fingers while in total oblivion to the enormous physical presence of a female who was clouding over her with curious glances.

Well, that state changed when the baby finally noticed the monstrous woman who continuously stared at her as if she was the most peculiar occurrence she had ever seen.

“Waaaaa!” An uproarious and ear-splitting cry expanded from the cradle to the entire room and then penetrated the rest of the building. Temporarily deafened by the riotous scream, Clarice froze like a popsicle and stood immobile like the statue of liberty. Though in complete shock, she was in total awareness of the thunderous footsteps acutely thumping on the wooden floor, the sound magnifying as time went flying and she went dreading.

“Julie? Are you okay? God her screaming is so loud I was terrified for gunshootings.”

“Is the baby okay? Who made her cry like that!”

Then the two women who just entered the room spot Clarice and walked straight to her with slight malice and annoyance in their expressions.

“Lady Uta, this is definitely not a good time to be fooling around with a kid! A new born at that! We know how you take your position for granted and we certainly have no say in whatever you do. But this is Julie! The daughter of that man! Have you seen that man? How do you think you would end up if the child’s mother indiscriminately scold you for…I don’t know…something bad and! What about murder? What if she accuses you of murdering her beloved daughter who was literally just born?”

“Uta, you know that it would be our responsibility to report the case and tell the truth ex-ac-t-ly, so prepare for consequences.”

Then one of the women wearing a scarlet red topping and a tight green blouse that seemed too small for her, showcasing her flabby butt and thick thighs, moved diligently to the baby whose crying expressed no signs of diminishing.

The corpulent women rocked the cradle back and forth in caution and vigilance, scared that the baby would burst into stronger roaring and feared she would end up tragically if she could not calm her any time soon.

“Lady Uta, if you may excuse yourself. We will be handling the situation now.”

The discomfiture and embarrassment were so intense that Clarice literally swirled out of the room like a tornado and ran to the nearest bathroom she could find.

Mortified and feeling her frozen limbs deprived of any agility, Clarice went as red as the brightest red in the Chanel lipstick collection. She radiated like a hot pan by the time she felt the refreshing, coldness of the flowing water from the water basin.

However, as she looked up in the round mirror that had golden rims to see just how humiliated she appeared, Clarice was surprised by the beauty of her appearances reflected in the mirror.

The woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her thick raven black hair was casually draped over her shoulders and emanated sensuality through the straightness of these strands. Thick eyelashes, charming electric eyes, vibrant red lips in a perfect M shape, all these features gracefully present without being too cloy or overly expressive. A pink-purple Joe Jules ultra-short shawl jacket further compliments her slender figure, matching with a vividly flaxen Chanel velvet knee-length skirt and a pair of black Pinky Rose high boots.

She didn’t need clothes to compliment her. She complimented her clothes.

Clarice was in a state of half-demented and half-drunk as if a thunder exploded above her head.

Her extreme uncertainty and surprise made her stare silently at the woman in the mirror for a total of ten minutes.

“Lady Uta? Do you need any help?” A voice brought Clarice back to consciousness and instantly stimulated her heart rate from 55 bpm to 155 bpm.

The sudden heart rate rise was like a group of a tiny rabbit running rampantly in a limited space. It was also like a huge rock hanging in the middle of Clarice’s rib while dangling back and forth, making her at a loss for words.

“Uta, do you-”

“Yes I am totally fine.”

Clarice was shocked once again by the voice coming from her new body. Her voice was like the honey in a tea or watermelon in a hot summer — sweet and appealing.

“OMG SYSTEM THANK YOU SO MUCH. I THANK MY MOM FOR GIVING BIRTH TO ME, I THANK MY DAD FOR GIVING LIFE TO ME, AND I THANK MYSELF FOR LIVING IN THIS WORLD.” Clarice exclaimed in gratitude in her head as she couldn't stop looking at her new face.

“Emm, I’m sorry I was just adjusting to my emotions from baby Julie’s cry. By the way did you hear that? That sounded like the atomic bomb the US dropped on Japan during World War Two. I hope that didn’t scare you.”

“Hmm, my daughter’s cry was that awful that you would compare it to a bomb where millions died and a city was wiped out of existence? Lady Uta.” A deep and magnetic male voice asked solemnly.

Clarice turned around and faced him.

Sy.

Oh, she was in trouble