Much to Hanna’s joy, there were indeed off-brand versions of the anime she’d loved in her last life. Some of them were even better than the original since all the filler episodes had been cut out.

A notable example was the knock-off of Naruto, which had a hundred fewer episodes of filler.

It took a few weeks of studying to get straight As to increase her average grades from C to a solid B. But that wasn’t enough. She had to make up for Original Hanna's past failures.

Of course, it wasn't easy when she kept running into awkward situations every time she left the house.

To name just a few...

***

One day, she ran back to class to grab the backpack she left. There she discovered that one of the male teachers hired one of his well proportioned female students to work as a maid.

Hanna had stood there in awkward silence as the girl dressed in an outfit that screamed ‘do me’ rather than ‘I’m cleaning’ shyly called the physics teacher, ‘M-master.”

Fortunately, they were so into their roleplay, that they didn't even notice Hanna entering, grabbing her bag, and getting the fuck out of there.

***

Another time, she had been studying all day Saturday and had a craving for cheap Raman and a soda. So she went to the nearby convenience store. When she passed the bathroom door, she heard obvious moans and loud flesh-pounding noises. There was also a very strange liquid seeping from the blue door.

After that she swore to herself that she’d never ever use a public restroom in this world. Well, maybe the ones at school would still be okay. While her new body had a good bladder, she still couldn't hold it for 8 hours.

***

On a whim, she had decided to check out the school roof to see if it really was as cool as they made it look in various anime... And of course... Of fucking course, she heard groans of lust and fake-sounding, “Nyooo! I’m going to...” but this time she heard more than one male voice.

Curious, Hanna peaked around the corner to find one of her female classmates taking several dicks from three weak-looking seniors. While still shocked, she couldn't help but be briefly impressed at said classmates' boldness and flexibility. But she also decided that the roof was also no good, and must be avoided at all costs.

***

At this point, she’d started to just accept that the very strange sexual scenes she constantly ran into would be part of her life from now on. These scenes that everyone else either ignored or had the good fortune to miss we're getting distracting.

They were often so much so that it was hard to study anywhere aside from in her or Kyle’s rooms. Which was why, when she heard that her brother-turned-study-aid was going on a camping trip over the weekend with his friends, she begged and pleaded with him to take his cell phone and keep it on him at all times, just in case she had a question she couldn’t solve.

She had called him throughout the weekend to make sure he was okay and to ask him short questions about topics that were different in this world than her own. Often, she’d confuse him with things that seemed obvious. Like, when was their country founded? Why did their flag look like a butthole with two cylinders sticking into it? Was he sure it was supposed to represent people coming together in the way he thought?

But by this point, she was sure he just thought she’d become the clingy, dumb, and adorable sister of his dreams.

But this was stuff she really needed to iron out before she made a fool of herself in public. Sure, she had Original Hanna’s memories, but shifting through those was often headache-inducing and left her wanting to shake her head at the stuck-up bitch.

Asking Kyle was the easiest solution. It also brought them closer together. She was very proud of the work she’d done to heal their horrible relationship. This was her first time having a brother, and as far as Hanna was concerned, she was nailing the shit out of being an awesome sister.

He called her this time to tell her that he’d finished dropping off his friends and was on his way back home.

A half-hour later, she was still studying the complex list of psychological problems that she had when he first called. And they all looked very different from the types in her original world. Frankly, it was a little beyond her, so she decided to give Kyle one more call instead of waiting for him to come back home. As his car had Bluetooth, she didn’t have to worry about him getting into an accident, so she happily dialed, positive that he’d pick up right away.

No one answered the call.

***

Kai’al turned on stealth as he passed a nearly abandoned road and landed in a heavily wooded area. It took a few hours to determine that the air was breathable and that the creatures of this planet had genetics he could replicate to pass as one of them. Although he didn’t know the language or the customs, that could be resolved with his race’s special ability.

While he was stuck in space on the way here, it took a while to find the proper procedures in the ship’s computer. They dictated that when one of his kind crashed on an unfamiliar habited world that they were to kidnap a local and take their place in order to gather information. This would allow them to find proper nutrition—if possible—and prevent their ship from being discovered.

But there was another reason he had to do this. He had to find the Lusandai ship. Or the Prince, and kill him and any of his offspring before they were born... or hatched... or duplicated. Whatever this species did.

At night, under the cover of darkness, he made his way through strange alien woods. There was a horrifying crashing sound. He quickly ran towards it. Two of this world’s vehicles had collided in a terrible wreckage. The sharp scent of broken mechanical things stung his olfactory senses. Fortunately, the engines had been turned off on both vehicles.

Two pale aliens, a little smaller than his own kind, had passed out from injuries in their separate cabins. He scanned each entity for viability.

He needed a live candidate. One that could make it to his ship and remain in stasis during his stay on this backwater planet.

Of his two options, the older intoxicated male was the best one. He was the least injured, even though he’d been the cause of this accident in the first place.

Kai’al slowly made his way toward the creature with the wide waist and greying hair.

Then he heard something. A vibrating and music that called to him. He turned to find a square primitive computer, buzzing next to the younger man. It had a picture of another alien. One that had familiar features.

This young man had a family who would miss him. Ones that were reaching out even now as he was about to die.

If he didn't do anything, this alien would definitely die. And his family would mourn him.

Grimacing, and knowing he was making the wrong choice, he grabbed the injured young man, cradling him in a weave of his tentacles, then he bent down to pick the alien’s mini-computer. He ran as fast as he could to his ship while keeping this injured creature steady. He placed him in the stasis chamber. This would preserve his life. And if the system could, it would operate on him to cure his wounds.

Then doing something he’d never thought he’d ever do, he copied enough of his genetics to take on the appearance of this person. Then he copied the man’s memories into his own mind. This type of body-transforming and mind-downloading was something that came innate to Kai’al’s species, another reason why it was their responsibility in the Federation to defend against the Lusandai.

But something seemed to be... wrong? Why was there so much emotional baggage with these memories? And secret desires that frankly stunned the shit out of his poor innocent sensibilities. Granted these hidden desires seemed to have only been developed very recently, and had been forced deep into the alien’s subconscious... but the fact that they were still there and now in his own mind... meant that Kai’al would have trouble in the future.

Aside from that strange blip, everything else checked out. He had been a very normal and fairly innocent adult.

The interesting thing was that this man’s name had a similar sound to his own. Kyle.

Although this seemed like fate, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Like he’d taken the place of Ju’naiak who would have ignored poor Kyle and gone straight for the older human—what he now knew this alien species was called.

The feeling that he shouldn’t be the one to be here tickled in his chest. But he shook that feeling off. According to his new memories, that was normal. A feeling called ‘survivor’s guilt’ ... At least, that’s what it sounded like.

He also learned that Kai’al... no Kyle, wasn’t done for the day. Not by a mile.

Apparently, this species needed to deal with law enforcement and go to the hospital when accidents like this occurred.