Dilemma

The next day. 

I woke up to a sight that a man could only dream of.

A cute young lady and a seductive, mature beauty were by my sides, looking at me with smiling faces. 

They were happy over the fact that I had a good sleep, which felt quite odd to me. 

The cute young lady was in a conservative maid outfit and was called Sophie. She was here with our breakfast and morning tea. 

The majestic blonde lady, still in her nightgown, looked at me and said with a smile, "Up and at 'em, baby!"

"…"

I had no idea what to say to that. Honestly, I was quite baffled. 

I sat upright and gave her a curt nod. She smiled and ruffled my hair. "Good morning, my dear."

"Good morning." I said plainly. 

"Our goal today is to have you finish the tutorial in the Tower. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I'll be briefing you about the Tower and tutorial in the carriage, okay?"

"Okay."

"We'll also have breakfast while we're on the way to not waste time. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now let's go take a bath then."

"Oka—wait. What!?!"

I was alarmed. What did she say!?!

The blonde lady looked at me with a confused gaze and asked, "Is something the matter?"

"Yes." I said straightforwardly. "I can't take a bath with you."

"What? Why?" She seemed shocked. 

"What do you mean why!?" I covered my chest with my hands and tried to distance myself from her. 

"Look at yourself, then look at me. We both are grown adults, we can't do this!"

"…" She looked at me with a contemplating gaze, truly not understanding what I meant by all that. 

"You've just had your senses returned. I'm sure you might not know how to clean yourself properly. Let mommy—"

"No! No!" I shook my head vigorously. "This can't be happening."

"Why??" She didn't scold me, and genuinely tried to understand the reason. 

It's because I'm a virgin and would jizz myself the moment I see more of your skin!

I can't possibly say this to her, can I!?

Lord, help me…

I tried to keep myself composed this time around and said, "See… didn't you say we were mother and son?"

Her eyes lit up. She clasped her hands and asked, "Are you finally accepting mommy as your mommy, baby?!"

"No—"

Wait a minute. 

I stopped myself from speaking. 

If I say yes, it would mean I am accepting her as my mother. If I say no, then she isn't my mother, so what is the problem with bathing together? 

What a fucking dilemma… fuck!

I trapped my own self with this question. 

The lady was staring at me with stars in her eyes. She was really hoping I called her mommy.

Sigh… what to do…

"Can we skip the bath and go to the Tower immediately?" I asked. 

She shook her head and crossed her arms, making an 'X'. 

"You are stinky, mommy is stinky, so we both need to bath first." She argued. 

I closed my eyes contemplated. My ears were turning red from imagining the scene that would play out if I said yes.

Crap! Stop thinking that! Stop thinking that!

Think of old naked men dancing!

No! Nonononono! That's too gay!

Sheep. Yes, think of sheep. 

Sheep. Sheep. Sheep. 

"Please let's go to the Tower first!" I exclaimed, surprising her and the maid in the room. 

"Ahem, my apologies." I cleared my throat and said. "Please let's go to the Tower first. If we do that, I think I might be able to come to a decision of whether to accept everything that's happening or not."

"You mean…" the lady raised her eyebrows. 

"Yes." I sighed and nodded. "I'll give you an answer after we come out of the Tower."

"Ah, that's good!" She smiled ear to ear and beamed with joy. "Let's not waste time then and leave at once!"

She held my wrist and made me get out of bed. 

"Sophie, get the carriage ready. We're leaving for the Tower!"

"Yes, M'lady!" The girl bowed and ran to get the things ready. 

I was taken to the wardrobe room attached to my bedroom by the blonde lady. She held the hem of my shirt and immediately took it off.

"Whaaat!?!" I was shocked and took a step back. "What are you doing?"

"Honestly, Julien, mommy's getting annoyed by your shenanigans." She knitted her brows and said. "Get back here and let me dress you up."

"I can do it myself!" I argued. 

"No. Let me do it, it'll be faster." She argued back.

"No!" I said sternly and stood on my ground. 

She frowned and was about to say something, but then stopped herself from doing so. 

She placed her hand on her hips, which stressed the two heavenly peaks in front of her, and said, "Actually you know what, go ahead. Do it. Let mommy see how you're able to put on the many layers of clothing."

Oh, she agreed. Surprising…

I gave her a slight nod and said, "Yes. I'll do it. Please go out."

"No." She was stern this time. "Mommy will be watching."

I could've argued with her on this, but I know that she wouldn't budge. For some reason, this lady was really stubborn when it came to these small things.

She was so understanding and mature when I was explaining to her about my past life. She actually listened the whole time and didn't interrupt or ask questions, letting me vent all the frustration out. 

She also accepted that I had reincarnated so easily and still didn't mind accepting me as her child. 

Such an understanding lady was acting so childishly right now. It amused me quite a lot. 

In any case, I went ahead and opened the doors of the wooden wardrobe. The moment I saw the clothes, I felt dizzy. 

So many damn clothes!

There were two rows, one above the other, and in both, possibly a hundred shirts were hanging!

I could only see the side and not how they look. This meant that I would have to pick something randomly and wear it. 

This was just the shirt wardrobe. I think there was another wardrobe for pants, then another for inner wear and so on. 

While just looking at the shirts, two minutes were spent. 

I turned to the lady to ask for something, but she was staring at me with an expression that read: 'I told you, let me do it!'; 'I told you, didn't I?!'

I shook my head and went back to select the shirt. I picked one randomly and it seemed to be a knitted woolen shirt. 

Well… I can't be wearing this… it didn't look good for outings. 

I put the shirt back and fetched another one. 

This shirt was too colorful and not proper. I put it back and grabbed another. 

"Enough!" I heard a frustrated voice, then felt a hand on my bare shoulder. "You do not even know what type of clothes you wear, and you have the audacity to reject mommy's help."

I got flustered and my ears turned as I saw her so up close. 

"I-I don't want you to see me naked!" I yelled out unknowingly.

"…" She knitted her brows and placed her hands on my shoulders, then looked into my eyes and said seriously, 

"Darling, there's nothing on you that mommy hasn't seen. There's no need to be embarrassed or ashamed."

"…"

Was she hearing herself? Was she hearing what she was saying!?

"Stand quietly. I'll dress you up in a minute." The lady said and walked into my shirt closet. 

She didn't even look as she picked a shirt and moved to another wardrobe and picked pants, belt, boots, and so on. 

She then walked towards me and made me raise my hands and dropped a tunic. A leather jerkin was then draped and I don't even know how and when my hands went inside it and it fit me properly. 

In no time, my pants were taken off too. And then underwear…

The lady's hand movements were swift and it only took her a few seconds to put another set of underwear and pants on me. 

I was in shock and stood still like a statue. 

Half a minute was taken for putting on boots and in another minute, she made me wear a belt, crest, and a lot many smaller accessories. 

Pat. Pat. 

"There you go, my handsome boy." She said and kissed my head. 

I didn't respond and stood quietly, trying to pretend that whatever had just happened, didn't really happen. 

Once done here, she held my hand and took me to the washroom. "Since you so want to do things on your own, wash your face and brush your teeth. Mommy will be back soon."

She left after saying so. 

I stood hopelessly in a spacious, luxurious washroom, in front of a mirror, contemplating life and wondering what's left of me…