Different as a fat needle in a haystack

Several hours later of rolling on the surprisingly comfy rug and cursing the transmigration system Mira finally left her room. She frowned and walked around in confusion.

{Why am I not getting any memories from this life? Tch I knew it...the system's gone full-blown cuckoo}

Or was it purposely trying to make things difficult for her. If she went down and couldn't recognise anybody won't they become suspicious? Unless she lied of course and what better excuse to give than...memory loss.

She shrugged her fat shoulders, maybe the stories where wrong and memories take some time to come...or they arrive in dizzying flashbacks at some dramatic moment when you need them the most. She scoffed, just another thing to complain about in this crappy world. She glared at her surroundings.

{I better not be some useless eldest miss or madam}

"Sister"

She heard a lovely voice and turned to the source. It was a young girl probably a few years younger than her new body. Her dark hair was plaited around her head, but considering the size, Mira was sure that it was really long. Her face was small and delicate, she gave off a feeling of calm pride. It wasn't arrogant just someone who knew they were important. Although she bore a slight resemblance to her new body, Mira felt that they were of a different mould. And this has nothing to do with the fact that the girl was slim as a cane.

The girl gave her a soft smile "How are you, junior sister?"

Hold up! her new body was the younger one?! That's messed up! She was like a hundred per cent sure that if they stood side by side one would think that Mira was either her mother, elder sister or...pet pig. But instead, she was the younger one?

Her elder sister was smiling and seemed quite nice. So Mira let her lips curve into a small smile and then she sheepishly bowed...or should she have curtsied well...she did an awkward mixture of both, and it resulted in her wobbly legs wobbling even further.

{stupid mac and cheese legs}

She cursed in her head

Mira leaned heavily against the wall. She turned to her elder sister with an imploring look for help. But her sister just stood there with that blissfully silly smile of hers. She looked like she didn't notice that Mira needed help.

{Maybe she didn't. Maybe she's just a grinning bird-brained airhead}

Mira shook her head, oh great! At least so far so good, she didn't seem like an evil sister. But another thing that bothered her was her name. The people in her room earlier had referred to her as the 'young madam' and her sister simply called her 'sister'. She had to find a way to make them call her name, she really didn't want to be treated as a memory loss patient or go through the stress of being one.

Her elder sister came closer "come down for breakfast sister"

Mira looked down at her heavy-duty body

{which breakfast? if this body eats anymore aren't they afraid that it will explode...like those freaky videos in 'One thousand ways to die' gosh I hate that show}

She shook her head "err no I will be skipping breakfast...sister"

Her elder sister's eyes widened in shock. Mira found her exaggerated reaction quite comical. Her sister briskly glided to her side.

"Oh... then I must inform father that you are still terribly sick"

Mira was starting to get annoyed as her elder sister patted her head as if checking her temperature and squeezed her cheeks. She raised a chubby hand and swatted her sister's inquisitive hands away like a bothersome fly.

"I am fine there is no need to trouble father" She grabbed her long dress and moved out of reach "I will rest in my room"

After saying that, she ambled away.

Her elder sister called out "junior sister?"

Mira turned and huffed "What?"

"y-your room is that way" She pointed in the opposite direction.

Mira felt her chubby cheeks heat up "I-I knew that...I just wanted to check something"

Her elder sister nodded and walked away. Mira watched her leave in annoyance. The way she walked it was like she was floating. Like someone gliding on a hoverboard. Mira was a model so she could move even more fluidly, but no matter how much she tried, whenever she moved in this body she just felt like...Humpty Dumpty.

She shook her head

{I can't live like this}

Once in her room, she shut the sliding door and realised to her mortification that there was no lock. It was probably one of those polite doors, where people knock and only enter when they're permitted to. Tch she was new here and didn't trust anyone so she didn't feel very safe with a lockless door. She looked around for something to use as a makeshift lock. The door had no handle so she couldn't even prop a chair under it. But it did have two small dragon head designs. She got an idea and went to look for a piece of cloth. She found a red gown on her table it had lots of scarves so she carelessly tore one. She fastened it around the dragon heads then tied a tight knot in the middle.

She smiled in satisfaction after checking it "There better-some privacy"

She went to lie on the bed. She patted her bulging stomach. It felt like she was a few months pregnant. She got up and shifted the rug to the middle of the room.

{Time to get my exercise on}

*****

A few hours later as the room got darker, Mira dropped yet again before she could count thirty seconds for her plank exercise. She didn't need a planner or instructor to be able to perform an exercise routine, thanks to her years of harsh and principled exercise to remain a fit model. Just as she was about to get back up and continue someone bumped into her door. It shook but the red cloth held. Mira stifled a guffaw at the unfortunate person. She heard a yelp. And quickly stood up to open the door. The person that bumped into the door was dressed in a light green dress, the tray she was carrying was on the floor and its contents were scattered.

Mira bent to help her up but was taken aback by the girl's vicious glare.

"Why did your door not open?" She cried out.

Mira was annoyed. Who was the one entering a private room without permission? She retracted her hand and stood straight looking down her nose at the girl. She was a daughter of this house-at least she believes she is-and no one should or can bully her. Besides the girl was dressed so simply, she must be a servant. But how dare a mere servant be so rude to her mistress.

Mira didn't even try to hide her disdain, she gave her a condescending look "Who are you?"

The servant girl turned red in anger "y-you dare pretend to not know me!...do you want to be humiliated"

It wasn't a question. When Mira realised that she had nothing good to say and would only continue spouting nonsense she directly shut the door in her face and retied the knot.

The maid seemed stunned for a few seconds then her face contorted in rage and she kicked the door. It didn't budge so she yelled at Mira

"Just you wait, you shameless girl y-you will regret this"

She stormed away leaving the mess of bowls and soup in front of Mira's door.

Mira opened her door once she found out that the obnoxious maid had left. She saw the mess on the floor. That was probably her dinner being soaked up by the hallway carpet. Although she was determined to lose weight, this her new body was very adamant. Her stomach kept grumbling and at one point it startled her so much that she had thought a thunderstorm was on its way. But she was determined to eat less. Her stomach growled again.

{Okay...a little bite shouldn't hurt}

*****

She went down the stairs. It was dark but she could still see quite alright. Although her vision was a little bit...blueish? She didn't think much of it. When she got down, she raised her head to try and sniff out food, that should lead her to the kitchen. She followed the aroma of food and found a small room. The kitchen. It had several odd-shaped pots and pans, but after checking they were all empty.

{But I'm sure I perceived something}

Mira raised her nose again and tried to sniff. She got a faint scent that soon faded, then she looked in the direction the smell had come from. It was a small basket on the floor. She opened it and her mouth watered. It was filled to the brim with different kinds of food...but they were all mixed up. She shrugged. Who knew their weird tastes in this new world?

After grabbing several bites she finally felt her greedy stomach settle. She let out a loud burp and covered her mouth. Her face turned red, she looked around and relaxed. It was a good thing that she was alone and no one witnessed her lack of etiquette. And the impression that she got from her prim and proper elder sister gave her the feeling that her family valued etiquette. Tsk. It's been a whole day and she hasn't even seen her parents. They didn't check on her even after the doctors...physicians left.

She walked to her room. She could hear whispers coming from the end of the corridor. She followed the sounds to a room. When she stopped in front of the door she looked at where she had been standing when she heard the whispers. It was too far away, how did she even hear them? But again she shrugged, maybe they were just too loud. She bent and peeped through a crack in the door. Standing in the middle of the room was the rude maid from earlier. She was changing to her night cloth. All she had on was a very light gown that showed off her body. Mira's face turned red. Although as a model she had seen her share of bodies, but that was when they were all gathered in the changing room. All of them walked around in their underwear as it was easier to fit and test the clothes to be modelled. It didn't stop her from feeling like a peeping tom though. She hurriedly turned away to leave when she heard the rude maid say "Hmph you should have seen how that useless Second Miss was rude to me"

The other maids with her exclaimed in disbelief "What?"

"That's impossible!"

"That weakling...really?"

"Little Di are you sure she was actually rude and not your imagination?"

Little Di huffed "Of course I'm sure s-she shut the door in my face!"

"wow"

"Hehe, that would have been too funny..."

Little Di glared at the last person "It seems that she has forgotten her place hmph I will have to remind her"

"Wow that's nice...but where exactly is my place?" Mira pushed open the door and walked in. Her head was high and her eyebrow was arrogantly lifted. Even though she was smiling. Her expression held lethal intent.

{I will not tolerate anyone bullying me, not in this lifetime or the next}

The maids were all shocked by her sudden entrance and the fact that she had heard their discussions. The few of them that we're still half-dressed hurriedly pulled their gowns over their heads. Little Di was startled, but only for a moment.

"Hey who do you think you are to barge in here like that!?"

Mira cocked her head slightly to the side "Oh...I don't know, do tell me...please"

She was mocking her, but she may as well use this opportunity to get more information about her new body.

Little Di sputtered "Y- you are the Second Miss of the powerful Powers family. The greatest family next to the Monarch"

{powerful Powers...well that's a dumb name}

Mira rolled her eyes and sneered at the maids in disdain "Then shouldn't you have more respect for your masters? If this repeats itself you won't like what I will do"

Little Do scoffed "and what will you do...cry as usual? hehe"

Mira was stumped

{So my former self is this pathetic...and these lowly maids bullied her, t-that makes me so...Mad}

Mira raised a beefy hand and struck her across the face. Little Di's head snapped back. Everyone stared at the scene in shock. Tears sprang up in Little Di's eyes. She glared venomously at Mira, but her voice was shaking "y-you h-hit m-me"

"Y-yes I-I d-did" Mira mocked her "And I will do it repeatedly if you dare run your mouth again...fools"

Mira turned and stormed out of the room leaving everyone open-mouthed. She sneered on the way to her room.

{no one's gonna be messing with me in this lifetime}