DIED A BEAUTY, REINCARNATED AS A BEAST

BABIES DON'T EAT CHICKEN

As soon as Alice's lips touched mine, a ding-ding sound boomed beside me, and I turned and peeked at the holographic display in the air.

"Congratulations! The first section of the mission is accomplished. Few more days to complete the remaining two sections."

I ignored the message from the system, suck on Alice's lips as if my life depended on it, and then yelled louder when she pulled me away.

"You see... He is not that bad when you close your eyes," Alice mumbled as she held me close to her chest, she peered at me, then at the two nuns in her front and asked," hope you both agreed that I won the bet, and your weekly wages belong to me?"

"Yeah, sure. Enjoy yourself," Betty answered back, hissed and announced, "I hope you won't be traumatised whenever you remember kissing him."

"Damn you, Betty. You almost kissed me some moment ago," I said with a smiling face. 

The three ladies keeps conversing among themselves, while I still glowed from Alice's kiss. As the most beautiful among the three nuns, I had desired to taste her lips, even before it was given to me as a task. 

"I can return your wages to you, if both of you can kiss Ugly-face," Alice mumbled as she placed me on the rug in their middle.

"Not me, Alice. Not after he sneezed and splashed mucus on my face," Betty said. 

"I can't be tempted to kiss him because of a few hundred dollars. You can have my wages," Alicia mumbled. 

"Go to hell," I babbled at the two ladies and then smile broadly to seduce them into kissing me. 

"Then I will be happy to have your wages and add them to mine. I am sure it will be useful in getting some of the things I need," Alice announced. 

"Who cares? We won't be there when you are traumatised at the remembrance of his horrible face," Alicia paused her speech when some footsteps sounded in the large hall. 

"Mother Maggie is here," Betty whispered. 

The three ladies quickly stood up from their seating position, while Alice picked me up and carried me towards my empty cot.

"Hello, ladies. I have good news for you," Madam Maggie cried out. She raised her plumpy arms and waved her palms as she resumed her speech, "an anonymous gave us some cartoons of liquor and some packs of fried chicken."

"Hooray!" The ladies shouted in happiness, and their sudden cries scared some of the newborns out of their skins.

"I have decided to turn Abraham's birthday into a party," Mother Maggie mumbled with a smile and then gestured to some of the ladies to follow her. 

"Where is the DJ?" One of the excited nuns cried out.

"Play us a fast track... We want to wiggle our waists."

"A moment, please."

Three ladies with cartons over their heads arrived in the hall, and booze was shared among the nuns. 

I watched as they swallowed the intoxicant into a stupor, smiled as they danced and wiggled their waists to the beats from the DJ's speaker, and I would have enjoyed the festivity if I don't have a death threat over my head. 

"Are you ladies tired already?" Mother Maggie asked in her usual booming voice. 

"No, mother. We are still in the mood," one of the nuns answered back. 

"We are hungry," another nun announced.

Madam Maggie raised her hand to quiet the murmuring ladies and let out, "we have cartons of fried chickens in the store... Agatha. Go and bring them and served these ladies."

"Wow!"

"Let's eat some chicken and resumed our party."

"Today is a beautiful day. It's been a long time since I got drunk."

"Hmm... My happiness is the fried chicken. Oh-, I so much love eating chicken."

"We know, Shanti. Aren't you created for food only? We are not surprised that you love eating chickens!"

"Shut up, Layla. I senior you here and demand you talk to me with respect."

"Respect is earned and not given," Layla snickered back. 

The ladies murmuring soon turned into a munching sound as they devour the chicken carcasses, and my mouth was filled with saliva as the aroma of the meat flowed in the air. 

"Please give me some of those chunks of meat," I babbled out, and then looked grimly when I remembered that my soul was imprisoned in a ten-month-old baby body, and as we all know, babies don't eat chicken. 

Worse enough, the presence of the fried chickens brought back some memories of my previous life. 

Just like Shanti, l love eating fried chicken. My love for it started as a kid till I grew up, and I once travelled around the world to search for varied chicken stew. 

'Poor, me,' I mumbled to myself. 'I have to spend my first two years drinking baby food when I desire to eat chicken stew and drink some firewater.'

"Let's play some games," Alice announced when the ladies had finished their meal and were picking at their teeth with toothpicks.

"Good idea," Agatha mumbled. 

"I can't dance again because my legs are sore. The game seemed a better idea," Betty announced. 

"Since we all agree to play some games. Can someone suggest an interesting game for us?" Madam Maggie asked. 

"Truth or dare," Alice mumbled.

"Yes... I support Alice's decision," Betty let out.

"Did we all agree to Alice's decision?"

"Yes, mother."

"Good. Let's all seat around a table and start the game."

I turned towards them and their cheerful mood made me forget my dejected position for a while. 

Madam Maggie pointed at Betty and asked, "truth or dare?"

"Truth," she answered back. 

"Have you ever kissed a man since you joined us here?" Madam Maggie asked. 

"Em... Em I-."

"You have to tell the truth, Betty. That's the rule of the game," Alicia cried out.

"Yes. But don't ask me who he is," Betty answered back, sighed and let out, "because I won't tell you."

"We are not interested in who he is," Madam Maggie mumbled, turned towards Alicia and asked, "truth or dare."

"Dare," Alicia answered back. 

"I dare you to kiss Ugly-face."

The hall was silent when Madam Maggie dare Alicia to kiss me. 

As for me, it seemed my prayer was at last answered. Perhaps, I will be able to save myself from death and the torment of hell that will follow. 

My life depends on Alicia and Betty's kiss, and it seemed the benevolent god had deemed me fit to keep living. 

These were my thoughts and I wish I can hear what is going on in Alicia's head.

As far as I can see, her face was filled with hatred as she glared at me.

"You don't have a choice, Alicia," Alice mumbled with a mischievous look. 

"Kiss me, Alicia. Pick me up and bless me with your warm lips!"