2 A new Dawn

When someone is sleeping, he or she can enjoy a great number of pleasant situations, from forgetting about the day's activities to recover energy or just sleeping for the pleasure of forgetting about all the other things that exist.

I always remember that before going to sleep I would start remembering multiple situations in my life that happened and that causes me to not be able to sleep and to be constantly thinking and I could not fall asleep.

When I did that the only thing that woke me up was my own mind waking me up at a specific time to work or start the day.

I also had my own alarm to wake me up much earlier to start my classes and my day to day life.

The only thing that really bothered me was having my sleep interrupted by anything.

As long as it was something important I wouldn't mind, after all they are doing it for a reason and if they need me I won't oppose the decisions or requests of others.

"Are you okay?"

Here is someone who is constantly poking my cheek with a finger.

I don't understand how they don't let me sleep longer, my body was too damaged at night and now they don't want me to sleep.

"Hmm."

I simply hesitated a bit at the constant prodding from the person talking to me and turned my head away to avoid the hassle of getting up.

I don't want to get up yet, the bed is too comfortable even for me to move.

When I open my eyes the first thing I notice is the light from the window coming through it which is hitting my eyes, I raise my hand to block the light coming into my eyes quickly.

I never liked to see daylight when I opened my eyes since I got used to the dark when I tried to fall asleep.

After covering myself from the light I noticed how my arm was no longer bandaged and the bruises and wounds I had already disappeared from my body.

Although I can tell that my skin is not quite healed, it can feel a little pale and looks a little undernourished.

"I guess you woke up already?"

Heeding the call, I turn and direct my field of vision to where they were talking to me. The first thing I see is a young woman with gray hair.

How can anyone have that hair color, not everyone has that hair color unless they have painted it.

"Where am I?" I asked the girl next to the bed where I am.

The large woman had told me that I had been rescued, but she did not tell me how or where she had been told.

I had fallen asleep in my room and then woke up all badly wounded and in another body.

"You are in the Hostess of Fertility, yesterday I found you and I couldn't turn a blind eye when I saw you. You were very hurt and you were lying on the floor" the girl spoke while looking at me with a smile that calmed me down a little.

I can say that for someone to help you like that just because of a situation they have to be a very kind person, I always remember how people ignore things that could bring danger to themselves.

She found me and brought me here, but I'm not clear how she did it, if I remember correctly girls don't like various things.

Picking up a person who is bleeding to death on the ground may not be something a girl normally encounters.

"Where is this place?" I asked the gray-haired girl, I don't recognize this establishment the places I've visited and the layout doesn't remind me of anything.

Information is always good whenever we are going to visit a different city or travel to another country.

But what she said next made me puzzled.

"You are in Orario"

"...What?"

Orario.

Where is this place.

Definitely not a city I know or any country.

No, definitely the feeling I get about this place is that it's something completely different, I want to think about the logical thing that happens this moment, but nothing comes to me that answers my own questions.

"Can you get up?" the girl asks with some concern, I think she means about whether my injuries already allow me to move my body compared to the last time I was awake.

"I think so" I said as I pulled the blanket off my body and sat on the edge of the bed.

The girl offered me her hand to stand up which I didn't refuse, after all I don't even know if I will fall again like the night before.

"What's going to happen to me?" I ask with some fear, I still have it in my mind that something could be done to me around here, even if I'm cured.

I gave her my hand as I slowly stood up, I could tell that my body compared to last time is full of energy and there were more things to investigate.

Although I feel my whole body dirty, after several years of practice I learned the sensation when a body needs to take a bath.

"You'll take a bath first, you've been sleeping too long" the girl told me as she looked at me from head to toe and gave me a smile.

That smile made me look like nothing was happening on my person, it felt pleasant at first glance.

One moment.

"How long have I slept since that night?" I asked the girl with some dread.

I don't want to know how long I have to lie there so that the first thing they tell me is to take a bath and not tell me about my situation.

"You slept for 5 days" she spoke without hesitation as she showed her hand with all her fingers raised.

She said it as if it were the most normal thing you would say to a person who woke up from a random dream.

My face paled at what the girl said, I have never been asleep for long.

"W-wait, really?" I stammered in bewilderment.

"Yes, you had too many wounds on your body which took a while to heal. When they told me you woke up I didn't think you would try to move, the rest of the days we were cleaning the other wounds you had" the girl said while putting a finger under her chin and talking as if she was thinking about several things.

"Very good!" she changed from excitement to a cheerful one quickly as she led me out the door slowly "Every day I came to check on you to see if you woke up, today was the day you did and you still wanted to sleep more" she said as she let out a little cheeky laugh and turned to look at me.

I could only give her a cheeky grin as I looked away, after all I still didn't understand the current situation anyway.

As I walked out of the room clutching the girl's hand I looked around trying to see something to recognize and know where I was.

But I could only get more puzzled.

The lamps were the same as the one in the room only they were closed, it seemed that this was their off mode, I still didn't understand them.

During the small course I was able to observe some rooms and several closed doors, there was not enough decoration, but at least the place looked pretty good.

I hadn't realized that we had stopped in front of a door and that only I was looking at my surroundings as if they were the best thing in the world.

The girl while guiding me let out a pleasant giggle as she watched me look around as I looked like a small child exploring the park marveling at whatever I observed.

"Here you are, I guess it's about time" when I heard that voice I slowly turned to where I heard it there was the woman from the other night who had helped me and left me again in bed, I guess something had to happen.

"Wait a minute."

After she spoke she opened the door where she was and went into a room, I only heard small sounds and when I saw her again she was carrying clothes in her hand and in another hand she had a small box.

"Before you talk first take a bath, you need it" the big woman spoke as she opened the door for me to see what was inside the room, I could only observe a bathroom with a variety of things.

"Take it, you'll need it. I'll be waiting for you downstairs, take your time" I took the things the woman had given me and just nodded to her in reply.

When I realized she had placed her palm on my head like a pet "Don't worry, you're safe."

When I looked up I watched the woman leave the room as she turned to look at me and gave me a smile as she closed the door and left me inside alone.

Feeling the pat on my head I definitely felt a lot of embarrassment, she was much taller than me and I never received such affection from someone else.

I was just going along with what I was being told, I couldn't just brush her hand off abruptly since she has been so nice to me.

I left the clothes on a nearby rack to keep them from getting dirty or wet while taking a bath, I always like to keep clean clothes in place.

At the moment I'm just wearing a shirt and a pair of shorts.

I walked to where I had observed a mirror and for the first time I observed the body I was in.

If I was calm I would definitely have been startled about what was in front of me, but at this moment I have been feeling a lot of emotions and I am not affected by a little scare.

My appearance had definitely changed completely and I still don't know how I found myself in this place.

Thanks to the situation that has been going on with me for a while now I would be starting to get nervous about how I look, but that's not the case now.

My height is small compared to my previous height, my brown hair now looked snow white and reached down to below my shoulders.

This appearance is not something normal, having my hair this color is rare to see and my green eyes are now red.

I can guess I'm an albino with this appearance, I just hope the sun doesn't hurt me.

My body is not something I would be very comfortable with.

If from being a guy who was about to finish college to being a little girl who got hurt or something.

So why am I not shouting my situation on the air?

Simply because I want to know where I am and what to do before I get angry.

As I looked at my skin I noticed that it was clear and a little white, apart from the dried blood I had and the dirt that was in abundance.

My legs and arms were small and my movements are light, as if I were made of glass compared to before when I trained to be healthy.

And what I'm seeing right now.

My chest.

I can say that at least I am still developing. I don't know how old I am, but right now I can see some small mounds on it.

I guess the age of this body was already starting to affect it.

When I start to undress and remove the bandages from my body I could observe it in all its splendor, although it is still dirty, it looks good.

I was a man recently and had seen a woman's body several times, my mind did not show any feelings of lust for my body and I was quite happy about that.

I don't want to do those things with my body yet, I prefer to first get used to it, grow up and then try all the sinful thoughts in my mind.

I looked over the clothes I had been given and I can only say that the embarrassment I now have is too much to say.

I am holding some white panties at the moment, which apparently is what I have to wear, there is also a green dress and some long socks.

I can't imagine myself wearing these things.

There was also a pair of brown boots or booties.

In the box they gave me I found some soap and some shampoo, there is a towel for me to use after bathing and a long brown brush.

I will have to learn to bathe at this point even if I consider it a silly challenge.

As I look around I can see the metal tub on the side of the bathroom.

When I got into the tub, the warm water began to run all over my body, giving me a very pleasant sensation, as if all the weight I was carrying on my shoulders vanished from my body.

In these quiet moments I started to think about the situation in which I find myself which is definitely not normal.

The place and the objects look very much like medieval times and I still can't find logic about the stones in the appliances.

I can only think that it provides an energy similar to magnets and the objects take it to exercise their purpose for which they were created.

Also the situation about people.

The woman only took a few seconds to enter the room and take out the objects quickly as if it was nothing to her, also when she charged me she did it too easily.

It's like it was a simple thing for her, people I know and even people who trained took at least a little while to lift someone.

And what you want to know.

How I got to this place is something I have no idea.

I can't think I was teleported here.

This is not my body, my memories are still intact for some reason leaving aside that I don't remember my last days in my old body.

I realize that I have been unconsciously cleaning myself delicately, rubbing my arm with the soap and dropping the water slowly to make sure I am completely clean.

I am still not happy to refer to myself as a woman.

After living a long time as a man, growing up and playing with others, watching my hair grow where it was supposed to appear when I hit puberty and going out with some other girl to enjoy her company.

Now I have to put up with or get used to growing up as a girl.

At least I am thankful that I have been nice to them, after all they tend to have a lot of changes as they grow up.

Apart from the body, your emotions are something to be said.

As if they were an unfinished jigsaw puzzle that gradually falls into place and when disassembled, the design changes to become more difficult.

The only good thing is that I look beautiful in my opinion.

The gray-haired girl I saw looked nice, the feeling I had being next to her was very pleasant and she seems to be someone I trust.

I have to be careful with people like that, they are very good at convincing people to do various things.

After washing and brushing various parts of my body with the water I slowly got out of the tub to avoid falling or slipping in the water.

I grabbed my towel and started to dry some parts of my body slowly to know which parts are more sensitive than others.

I also dried my hair, although with some problems since I honestly didn't know how to wash and dry my long hair properly.

I can say that I lathered it up and slowly moved it to remove dirt residue and squeezed it a little with the towel to remove the water from it.

I don't know how to dry my long hair the right way.

When I took the clothes I had borrowed I couldn't help but flinch at the sight of them, I never imagined myself wearing clothes that I only saw on other people and now it's everything not nothing.

First I put on my panties which I imagined to be small boxers, then I put on an undershirt and socks along with the booties they gave me.

The only thing I had trouble putting on was the green dress.

I didn't know how to use it and had only seen my mother with a few.

After several trials in which I constantly got stuck, I finished dressing and looked at myself in the mirror.

The first thing I saw was that it was a little long and baggy on me, I guess they didn't have clothes in my size.

A small comb caught my eye and I couldn't help but comb my hair a little.

When I got up to go to college I always took a morning bath to be at one hundred percent for the day and combed my hair to look good in front of others.

Whenever I had messy hair I always wore a cap to prevent others from seeing my messy hair.

I carefully combed it so that it had a presentable shape in front of the others.

I had always liked long hair, although I never had time to keep it long because of job interviews or social service as some companies wanted it short or presentable on men.

Now I can enjoy it a little bit since I am a girl. I can keep it long or cut it if I want to.

Now that I had finished sorting my things, I picked up the soiled and stained bandages and the clothes I was given and placed them both in a bag that came from the box.

After putting things aside I slowly left the bathroom and started to walk to where I had been told to do so after finishing my bath, it only remained to see what was in store for me with those people.

At least I can observe that they are somewhat pleasant.