Onism

Chapter 2: The Gift Of Life

Oh this is so disgusting. Warm liquids oozed around me and my tiny body was being held by rippling organs and mucus. I could feel my soon to be a belly button attached to cord of sorts, birth is so fucking traumatic. I've been through far to much fucking nightmare fuel in the last day. But nonetheless I could hear voices through the sticky mucus outside my new habitat.

«Подожди еще немного Галину, малышка скоро будет здесь!»

("Wait a little longer Galina, the baby will soon be here!")

Russian. I am in Russia as of right now. I do not speak even an ounce of this language. I only know small bits and pieces of it.

My small body was then squeezed violently a cool air wafted over my wet body that I now noticed smelled of blood. God I apologize for whatever I've done to deserve this. When I'm alone I'm going to find a small corner to wretch out my insides. A fast hand came and slapped me from behind. Almost forcefully a fear I had not carried before came to me on its own. I began to sob and scream for mercy without a second thought.

«У нашего малыша такие сильные легкие! Не только это, но он такой бледный? Это нормальная бледная кожа?»

("Our baby has such strong lungs! Not only that but he's so pale? Is that pale skin normal?")

«Я проверю его, чтобы убедиться, что он полностью здоров после того, как я вырежу аккорд»

("I'll test it to make sure it's completely healthy after I cut the chord.")

The adults continued to jabber on in a language I could not understand. My voice was gonna go raw if I kept screaming so I began to calm my childish instincts that had been booted to high when the doctor had slapped me to get me screaming for air. Fragile hands curled around my body, a bit of sweaty hair wafting over my face. It was agitating not being able to see so I finally cracked open my eyes just slightly for a quick glance at who was holding me. It was blurry but I could make out... Anime character? What. The. Fuck. It scared me so bad a startled cry jumped out from the back of my throat. My eyes slamming shut before I could startle more of these infantile instincts.

Why does the world look so wacky?Why did this bodies mother look like that?! This isn't right! I wanna go home, I wanna see Oli!

«Ах! Мне жаль, детка, я не хотел тебя пугать! Шххх, это нормально, мама здесь».

("Ah! I'm sorry baby I did not mean to scare you! Shhhh it's okay mommy is here.")

And then I was being cradled close to a sweaty bosom and oh sweet mother of the heavens above NO!

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I believe my name is vanya, after countless days of my new parents cooing it at me in an insufferable baby voice that is the only thing it can be.

I am settled in my crib in a room insulated with rugs and blankets. The walls are that of a wooden cabin, my parents bed not far from mine. Giving me a good view of them from my now slightly clear vision. This world is... Anime. There's no way to explain it, whereas my world before had been one of realism and excessive detail. This world showcased and artstyle similar to Katekyo Hitman Reborn but with smoother more vibrant animation.

My mother Galina, has long wavy strawberry blonde hair, wide mint green eyes that make her look so gentle, rather pale skin and a nimble, small waist frame.
My father Roman, has spiky black hair, narrow sapphire blue eyes, sun-kissed skin, and a bulky physique.

They both love each other quite a bit, there very romantic and big on showing there affection for one another. I, myself am not excluded from this ritual.

I have not really been able to take a glance at my own body. My head is to heavy for my body to hold yet. My motor functions are shot to hell. All I can do is take a peek at my body from the corners of my eyes. It's embarrassing to be so pathetic. My body waste passes from my body without any control and I don't even wanna think about how I've been feeding. All I can do for now is sleep, eat, babble, cry occasionally when I want something or am spooked, and attempt to translate Russian speech.

I can't exercise control in my body either since they keep me tightly swaddled in a blanket, it's... Very claustrophobic. It feels as though my arms are strapped to my body like a straight jacket, it is not comfortable and is definitely not doing my mental state any good. But for now I will rest till they let me free from my confinement.
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Galina squealed as she hoisted her precious Vanya from his crib, the baby lazily looking up at her from under his thick white lashes. Her Vanya was the most beautiful thing on the planet other than her lovely Roman. Her Vanya is gorgeous, he has a white tuft of baby soft hair on his head and rubies for eyes. The doctor had called the condition albinism, her baby was truly special.
Roman snorted from his area on the bed, settled in a pair of loose trousers and a nicely fit t-shirt. Galina ignored Roman in favor of unwrapping her baby from his swaddle.
Vanya let out a small yawn that absolutely had Galina cooing at him.

"I need to change your nappy and give you a bath!" 
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The woman who had given birth to me had finally freed me of my shackles. Galina chattering at me in a language I severely lacked in.

Gosh I missed Oliver. My mom and dad to, they were my first family but I really needed to adapt to this new one. I needed to accept my new family, they thought they'd given birth to a completely normal baby girl. I didn't wanna hurt their feelings, so I'd try to act like a completely normal child for them.

My mother picked me up and cleaned my body of waste, ahhhggg this is so gross... She tossed the diaper out and walked out of the room towards a sink. She turned the faucet on and began to leisurely wipe me down and splash water on my small body. My head lolled slightly forward and I got a view of.
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I HAVE A MALES APPENDAGE!!!