After being transported from the soul world, I awoke in a new body. In my previous life, I had been born to a Japanese father and an American mother. Many people thought I was pretty, but I wouldn’t call myself a beauty queen. Most of the time, I intentionally dressed down because I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. However, the contrast in the new me was startling. I felt my face up and down; it was a perfect oval shape and had big doe-y eyes, the kind that could captivate anyone. I had been approximately 51 kilos, in my last life, with a mostly straight shape. However, my new body felt much curvier. I reached down to cuff my breast in my hands. I was at least a c cup. My hips were perfectly proportioned to my waist and my butt felt fuller. Not that I particularly preferred things this way, but it was not an unwelcome change. I pulled my hair to my face, it was auburn with a slight wave to it, and my skin was much tanner than it had ever been. I was in awe; I walked to the bathroom adjacent to the room I had awakened in to get a clearer look at myself. My eyes were a beautiful jeweled green. I thought I was stunning, at least a 9/10. I didn’t think I could get used to this life. However, what was much more concerning than my sudden difference in beauty, was that I held all the memories of the previous holder of this body combined with my own. Her name had been Annette, she was 19. Conveniently, she was an orphan with no living relatives. She worked in a nearby bakery to support herself. When she was 18, she ran away from her village to escape any possibility of being sold into marriage. She often wrapped her body to avoid being discovered. She lived her life quietly and simply and had died as such. Though I pitied her, I was grateful she awarded me the opportunity to be reborn. As I reflected on what now had become my past, I realized I also needed to prepare for the present. In layman's terms, I needed money. I had wished for money in the soul world, but it was clear to me that Annette didn’t have much. Although my current living arrangements were not exactly impoverished, they were shabby. I hadn’t exactly been rich in my past life, but this was a downgrade. I knew survival would be difficult for a woman from the modern world with my current living arrangements. I reflected on my wishes in the soul world, feeling as if I had been duped. I muttered to myself, I should have chosen the damn door.