Sienna Mills adjusted her webcam, the glow of the ring light reflecting off her half-finished beer. "Hello my babies," she smiled brightly, waving a greasy chicken foot like a scepter of authority. "This week, I have eaten all the food you dared me to try. Today, I am conquering the legendary Spicy chicken feet challenge!"
The chat exploded with emojis. Gifts from her faithful, adoring fans poured in, just like she loved it. Comments spammed "Drink! Drink!"
Sienna, ever the pleaser, rose to the challenge. She chugged the other half of the beer and stuffed a chicken foot into her mouth before chasing it with a gulp of fresh beer.
Before her, lay a large sized platter with bright red chicken feet that formed a small hill. All of it had to disappear into her bottomless pit of a stomach before the livestream ended.
Sienna was a professional competitive eater. When one looked at her however, they would never make this guess. She was so small, almost skinny. Her metabolism was so abnormal that she never gained weight, no matter how much she ate. It was what made her perfect for the job.
Having six million adoring fans, a steady work from home job and free food from sponsors also added to the attraction.
She pushed the tenth chicken foot into her mouth and burped. Then, she made the peace sign at the camera, holding up two her fingers.
Some of her fans begged her to slow down.
She wanted to say something to them about how she would never slow down but her face froze. Her throat tightened. Sienna staggered, clutching her chest.
The chat went wild: Is this scripted? New arc opened!
Sienna shook her head, mouth wide open. She desperately wanted to tell her fans to call for help. But something was lodged in her throat, making it hard to breathe or talk. She collapsed sideways. The camera tilted, capturing the dramatic fall.
Wait, am I dying? She asked herself.
Yet even as her vision blurred, her mind refused to let go of one thought. Not her on again off again boyfriend. Not her family. Not her dirty laundry shoved in the corner of the room. No--her browsing history.
When she thought about what they would find she wished to find a rope and hung herself. The shame...the shame!
The robot vacuum in the corner beeped sympathetically, but offered no assistance.
"Delete browsing history." she finally managed to croak out as her life gave out.
Her viewers, horrified yet laughing at what they thought was a stunt, clipped the moment.
When the news of her death was confirmed an hour later, Sienna's final words: "Delete browsing history!" became the hottest meme of the week.
***
Sienna's eyes fluttered open. Her first thought was that she was in heaven. If she was in hell, it would be hot. The first sensation she felt was softness, like she was sleeping on a comfortable bed.
"Ah, heaven has beds. Who knew that angels also need to sleep?" she muttered.
She moved her hands, but they felt off. In fact, her whole body felt off. As she touched herself, she gasped in shock. This was not her body!
This body was heavier, rounder, undeniably chubby. Whose body was this?
She groaned, lifting herself from a sleek but soft, comfortable bed and looked around. Not only was the body not hers but her surroundings were not as heavenly as she assumed.
They were strange, however. Transparent walls that displayed holographic ads floating in midair: flying cars streaked across the skyline, drones delivering packages to balconies! This wasn't Earth as she remembered--it was Earth upgraded. A modern world where technology was centuries ahead.
Slowly, she climbed from the bed and stumbled to a mirror on the wall. A round face blinked back at her, cheeks flushed with permanent laziness. She poked her belly, counting the three rolls! "So chicken feet killed me and now I am...this?"
A robotic assistant, shaped like a fox on two feet whirred to life beside her. "Good morning Mrs. Sienna Veythar. Please enjoy your day of sleeping and eating in Clawspire City."
Sienna's heartbeat picked up. She waddled to the window, gazing at the futuristic streets below. Men and women in sleek uniforms commanded the area. They wore fur styled hairbands!
Everything was frightening and new!
She touched her head, trying to remember how she got to where she was. Her mind worked fast and drew to a conclusion that made her gasp. It had to be a transmigration! She had read hundreds of romance novels in her library with such a story line.
She had even watched drams, so many that she could not count. The difference was that in many dramas, the heroine went from earth to the past or came from the past to the future.
"I transmigrated!" she exclaimed. The horror of the idea hit her like a punch. Yes, she was a fan of the genre, but it was supposed to be fiction!
She paced from side, taking ten steps at most and then she stopped to catch her breath. Walking was hard with this body. Even these few steps had left her breathless and tired. So much so that she had to sit down again to catch her breath.
Sitting was not all she did. She slapped her head gently, trying to wake up her memory. When other people transmigrated, they got the memories of the original owner. In her case, she had nothing!
If the robotic assistant had not called her Sienna Veythar, she would not even know her own name.
A door slid open and a young man walked inside. He was carrying a tray with a very large bowl and a plate of meat. A table slid out of the wall with a 'whirring' sound. The young man placed the tray down.
He was about to leave when she stopped him. "Stop."
At her command, her froze and trembled. Meekly, he walked toward the bed.
"Bend down." she commanded.
Without protesting, he did as she ordered.
Sienna raised her hand and touched the ears. She pulled them gently, feeling the texture. "They are real!" She whispered. "There is no wire or anything!"
The young man suddenly pushed her back and fled the room, wailing loudly. Sienna had barely had time to process the strangeness of this world and his reaction before the door slammed open.
A man strode in, and the air itself seemed to bend around him. He was tall, broad shouldered, with the kind of presence that made the room shrink. His hair was dark as ink, one side laid back and another falling to the right. It framed a face too perfect to be real-sharp jawline, aristocratic nose and eyes like molten lava that glared with dangerous intensity.
But it wasn't his beauty alone that stole Sienna's breath. Perched atop his head were white fox ears, a mix of cute, pristine and elegant, twitching with barely restrained fury. They contrasted starkly against his dark hair and dark long coat.
He stopped before her, gaze narrowing. "It is bad enough that you are lazy, gluttonous and horny all the time, but you have started sexually harassing underage beast men! Have you no shame at all?"
Sienna's jaw dropped. "Me!!" She pointed to herself.