Chapter 5: Zarri Woke up in a Lesbian Princess Body

Someone's Point of view

I looked at the three girls.

Life had been hard for them in this world, and in the bodies they were using.

Now, everything will return to how it was in the beginning.

Now starts the real hardships for these three girls.

Xian Blue, Redson, and Yellow Shie.

Hmmm, I know you can handle everything.

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"Aaaahh!"

I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest. I was sitting up.

Wait, I'm alive? How? Is this another dream?

I struggled to recall what happened. The ambulance... I tried to stop it to save Airylle and Zera. I shielded my car, and everything went dark after that. But how am I alive now?

I frowned, scanning my surroundings.

Where am I?! This isn't my room. My room is black and blue—not this strange green. The bed, the furniture, everything is different. And what the hell are these pictures of naked women doing everywhere?

I turned toward the door, frowning as it opened and a stranger walked in—a man in his 30s wearing clothes straight out of a historical drama. Behind him, more people entered, similarly dressed.

What the...?

The man looked like he was trying to comfort me, but I couldn't make out his face clearly through the mess of hair falling over my eyes.

Wait a second—bangs? When did I get bangs?

"You're awake!" A woman rushed forward, throwing her arms around me and squeezing me tightly. I gasped, struggling to breathe.

"I—I can't breathe!" I wheezed out. She quickly let go, and I stared at her, bewildered.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. My mind was racing. Who were these people, and why were they dressed like this?

The woman's eyes filled with tears, and the man beside her—who looked almost regal with his crown—stepped forward.

"Our child has amnesia," he said solemnly.

Child? Are they talking about me?

"My dear, I'm your mother. Don't you remember, my princess?" the woman said, her voice breaking.

I shook my head, my heart thudding painfully. "What is going on? Where the hell am I? Who am I?!"

They seemed stunned by my outburst, exchanging worried glances.

I glanced around, spotting a large mirror across the room. I froze when I saw the reflection. My reflection.

No way. This isn't me. This can't be happening!

In a panic, I stumbled out of bed and lunged at the mirror, punching it with all my might. The glass shattered, and pain shot through my knuckles.

"Prince!" they screamed in unison.

Prince? What are they talking about?

A woman rushed forward, grabbing my hand. "Why did you do that?" she cried.

I pulled my hand away, staring at the broken shards. "Who the hell is that in the mirror?" I pointed with my bleeding hand. "That's not me!"

A younger man, one of the people who had entered the room earlier, stepped forward. "Lil bro, that's you. What's wrong with you?"

Lil bro? Shouldn't it be lil sis??

The man who seemed like a king sighed deeply and sat beside me, holding my injured hand gently. "You have amnesia. I am your father, King Ezekiel Frost. This is your mother, Queen Misha Frost. And these are your brothers, Prince Alexon and Prince Xandrick Frost."

I blinked, feeling like the room was spinning. "This has to be some kind of joke," I muttered, shaking my head.

"Who am I?" I asked, my voice trembling as I pointed at myself.

"You are Princess Azemia Xemisha Frost of the Ice Kingdom," they said together.

Princess? Ice Kingdom? This is insane.

"Where's the restroom?" I blurted out. They pointed to a door, and I dashed toward it, slamming it shut behind me.

I stared into the bathroom mirror, my breath quickening. The person staring back at me had short, messy black hair, thick eyebrows, brown eyes, and even braces. My clothes were all wrong—masculine and unfamiliar.

My eyes darted down to my chest. Relief washed over me; at least I still had my breasts. But then I caught sight of my stomach.

What the hell?! Belly fat?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Okay, okay. This is better than nothing," I muttered. "I'm alive. That's a start."

I leaned closer to the mirror. My face was full of freckles, and I had scars all over my pale skin. What did this body go through?

I emerged from the bathroom, still reeling from what I'd seen. "What happened to me? Why do I look like this?" I asked, my voice tinged with frustration.

The room fell silent. Finally, Alexon, one of the brothers, spoke up, his face filled with regret. "You're a lesbian," he said cautiously.

I blinked, taken aback. "W-what? Say that again."

"You're a lesbian," he repeated more firmly.

I stared at him, my mind racing. What kind of world have I ended up in?

"And the reason you have a bandage on your head is because your male classmates ganged up on you, accusing you of flirting with their girlfriends. They beat you up, and you hit your head," Alexon explained, his voice tinged with sorrow.

I glanced at him—my supposed brother—and then at the others. They were strangers, but somehow, they felt oddly familiar. My stomach growled loudly, breaking the tense silence.

"Are you hungry?" my supposed mother asked gently. "I'll cook something for you." She left with my supposed father, leaving me with my "brothers."

I looked around the room, trying to process everything. Reincarnated. In a different body. As a lesbian. In some fantasy world.

"Lil bro, do you really not remember anything?" Xandrick asked softly. "Not even chasing after the fairy princess?"

"What? Fairy princess? What are you talking about?" I replied, feeling a mix of confusion and disbelief. Fairies?

"I forgot to mention," Alexon said, his tone apologetic, "you're in the Immortal World. Magic exists here—fire, water, vampires, fairies, demons, angels, mermaids, elves, wolves, witches, wizards, and more."

I stared at him, my mouth agape. This place—it's like something out of a dream.

"Well, from now on, don't call me 'lil bro.' I'm not a lesbian," I said firmly, looking around.

To my surprise, Xandrick suddenly burst into tears, his face crumpling with emotion.

I had a lot to learn about this world—and myself.