My vision was encompassed by a blinding amount of light. The light was accompanied by a gust of cool air that settled around my body like an impenetrable blanket. All the confusion, accompanied by the sudden and uncomfortable environment, ripped a loud cry from my throat.

Muffled voices could be heard from all around me, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. When I squinted my eyes open all I could see were blurry figures in muted whites and blues.

Something warm, and what looked to be pink, was wrapped around my cold body. The warmth was greatly appreciated, and my ear-piercing cries lessened in their intensity, though they did not fully fade away. I snuggled into the pink material and felt myself get placed into something uneven, yet extremely comforting.

A soothingly familiar voice was whispering sweet nothings from somewhere above me. Needing to gain some bearings on my surroundings I forced myself to stop crying–because that's what I was doing, crying–and opened my eyes as far as they could go.

My eyes took in the white walls and white tiled ceiling. The blurry blobs were still there in the room, and there was an infinite amount of beeping going on, but my eyes zeroed in on the face hovering directly over mine.

Her face was drenched in sweat, and she was panting from exertion. None of this seemed to bother her since there was a beaming smile lighting up her entire face. Her plump red lips revealed her straight, white teeth, and her delicate cheekbones sat beneath a pair of clear blue eyes that were framed by her luscious, even when sweaty, light brown locks.

I slowly blinked my eyes to make sure the vision in front of me wasn't fake. This woman was absolutely beautiful. Who was she, and why was she holding me?

The woman's mouth started moving, but my hearing was having a tough time picking up what she was saying. It was all just a jumbled bunch of nonsense to my ears.

The woman suddenly leaned back, and I saw a man step next to the two of us. He was very tall, like a giant compared to me. He had dark black hair that dusted the tips of his ears, and he was looking down at me with warm brown eyes filled with so much love it nearly knocked the breath out of me.

It was in that moment my mind decided, oh my god, this scene was familiar. Once before I found myself laying in the arms of an unfamiliar woman, with a man hovering above us. White walls usually found inside of hospital rooms, along with the beeping monitors. Seeing the sweaty face of a woman looking down at you with nothing but love–a look mirrored by the man standing above.

I was in the body of a baby.

Had I been anyone else reborn into a baby body I would have started panicking immediately. But like I remember this has happened to me before. My first rebirth was when I had panicked. That ended with me getting stuck by different needles, and doctors hovering over me to try and find out what was wrong.

Not a fun experience.

This time though I had a feeling of surprise, accompanied by the sense of loss and disappointment. I've already this twice before, and died both times. Haven't I been through enough.

When I looked up my dejected eyes met a pair of warm brown ones.

My sorrows fled in my surprise, and I glanced around to (partially) see that some time during my thoughts I had been moved from the woman's (my mothers, I'll have to get used to that) arms and into the mans (fathers).

I took a few moments to take some calming breaths. Nothing good could come from panicking right now. It happened before, and in no way do I want it to happen again, so instead I gave a toothless smile and reached towards the mans face. His expression melted into one of pure happiness.

The longer my eyes stayed open the heavier they seemed to feel. Birth was a rather tiring process, for both mother and child. Snuggling down into my new fathers arms I let the darkness sweep me away into dreamland. I could deal with the bombshell of being reborn when I woke up.

My plans for dealing with life's problems was put on hold for about a week. During that time the doctors made me stay in the hospital to keep a constant eye on me. It was really rather unnecessary since I was completely healthy.

Thankfully for the first two days I had the brunette beauty (mother, as I've mentally dubbed her) to keep me company. She was forced to stay in the hospital to recover from the birthing process. Though she had to leave soon enough.

Not that her and her husband (my father) haven't come to see me every day for as long as possible.

When they were allowed to take me away from the dull white walls of that terrible building my baby body let out a scream of happiness. It was apparently the cutest thing because both my new parents, and any passers by, cooed at me. The cooing immediately sent me into a pout, which made them coo some more.

Small things like that were something I would, once again, have to get used to. It was glaringly obvious that I was a baby, and I wasn't sure how to take it.

If I was a baby, then that meant I had been reborn, reincarnated, however you want to put it. The things was, I had already been reincarnated in my last life.

Yes, I had a last life. And a life before that one too. So this now bring the grand total up to three lives.

The thought really baffled me. It brought up the question of what had I done to deserve this?

My first life had been completely normal. I was born in America on April 14 in 1998. My parents were Grace and Howard Manchester, who had me, Katie Manchester. I didn't have the most exciting life really. I had three protective older brothers, had a small group of close-knit friends, and made it to college where I studied for a masters degree in teaching. One day at work I met a nice guy named John. We went out a couple times, and the rest was history.

Years later, when I was lying in a hospital bed surrounded by my children and grandchildren, I closed my eyes for, what I thought, would be the final time. I was completely content with how my life played out, and I was ready to move on.

Apparently somebody decided that, no, it wasn't my time to move on because from behind my eyelids the same bright light surrounded me, followed by that horrible cold. It was all so confusing at first, but in my disoriented state I thought someone might have hit me over the head and, for whatever reason, decided to kidnap a 79 year old woman. Those were the thoughts that sent me into hysterics.

I was eventually subdued by the doctors, and the next time I woke up my thoughts were a little more clear. This allowed me to realize I hadn't been kidnapped at all. Instead I found my body was no longer that of a seventy year old woman, but a newborn baby boy.

A baby boy.

After another round of hysterical panic and crying the doctors decided it would be best to keep me in the hospital for longer than they usually would. I was a completely healthy baby, and they found no reason for me to be having such episodes.

I took that time in the hospital to come to terms with the fact that I was no longer Katie Manchester. Loving wife, mother, and grandmother. I was reincarnated into the body of a newborn baby boy by the name of Édouard Beaulieu.

That's right ladies and gentlemen, I was born in France. Imagine my surprise when I finally figured it out! As if learning you've been reborn into the body of a baby opposite from your original gender was bad enough, now I had to learn how to speak French!

Learning to speak French got real irritating real quick. As Katie Manchester I spoke English who studied Spanish. French was never a part of my life, and after finally jumping over the language hurdle I had an interesting time learning about the male body. At first I was too embarrassed to look at myself, but then my parents started noticing my odd behavior, so I had to suck it up and face the music.

In the end the whole being-reborn-as-a-boy wasn't so bad. It was definitely an interesting experience, and I decided to take advantage of my new life. I did things I never bothered to do in my last life, like learn the guitar and play sports. Baseball was the main sport I played, though it was fun playing for the school football team.

At fifteen I finally noticed the appreciative stares I gained from the female population. This sent me into quite the crisis. Obviously in my first life I was interested in guys, but now I was a guy. Did that mean I was supposed to like girls now? I threw that thought out the window as soon as I thought it. I could always go gay.

But that was the thing. I started seeing girls in another light. A light I couldn't quite see a fellow male in.

It became rather obvious that my body chose to swing for the girls team, but my mind was too stuck in the fact that I was a girl once. I didn't want to imagine the awkwardness I would feel should I try to get in a relationship with a girl.

Thoughts like that had a big influence on my life. I, somehow, became known as the most untouchable guy in high school. Apparently when you turn down the popular girl you get noticed. Quickly.

It took a party and too many beers before my virgin life became history. My first time was with some girl a year below me, and that gave her bragging rights. Her voice eventually grated on my nerves so I found someone else to sleep with. Then another, and another, until I slept with everybody in my grade and the grade below. Guy or girl it didn't matter.

My status from untouchable changed to manwhore and sex god. It changed monthly, and to be honest I didn't mind sex god that much. It was a nice boost to the ego.

The titles continued somewhat to my college years. But during that time my focus was more centered in my studies. Instead of a teacher I decided to try shooting for a musical career. I was pretty wicked with the guitar, and could play fairly well on the piano. I still went wild at any parties thrown on campus though.

I eventually became a guitar technician for some small time band. It paid well, and I became good friends with the band members themselves.

On my 80th birthday–also on April 14th–I found out I had prostate cancer. So it was some months after my 84th birthday when I died, once again, in a hospital bed. Only this time I had no family members surrounding me.

After that I'd finally believed I would pass on to the next realm. Maybe Heaven, shit I would have taken Hell, but as it turns out I was to be reborn for a second time. My third time at life.

At least this time I was a girl.

AN: Please review, and tell me if any part of this was confusing. That way I can read it over and try to make it more understandable. But for now I'll just say that my character has been born three times. The first as Katie Manchester. Then she was born a he, named Édouard Beaulieu. And now she's been born a third time as a girl.

Im off to write the second chapter! :D