Princess of the insurgents 2 Hanhumans?

Dressed in an adorable little white and burgundy school uniform featuring what will now be her new school, Jane straightens herself, and contracts her stomach. Her hands rest on her abdomen and then move up to her little chest. Satisfied, a new little laugh resounds in this bathroom filled with the smell of pungent incense.

For a moment, Jane observes the long legs thin and sexy of the little girl reflected in the mirror and she can't help but compare them with her old hams. This comparison is too painful and a little depressed, she closes her eyes to escape this cruel reality.

In front of the large backlit mirror in the bathroom, Jane's nimble hands now run through her long blonde hair.

If it were up to her, new Jane would cut very short all those yellow threads that disturb her eyes. She refrains from taking the scissors that she knows are in the drawer to her right, only because her automatic movements are fast and precise.

If these long strands were to fall to the floor, it is likely that the little girl who may still be hiding somewhere inside her would be pained, so Jane sighs and waits patiently for her hands to stop wiggling without herself.

Her independent hands quietly place the brush on the marble. Jane, looks at herself for a long time, smiles at her charming reflection and when small locks fall wildly on her eyes, a thought crosses her mind.

"A new day has dawned for me, and as usual, I couldn't be prettier."

It is with one hand on her forehead is a completely red face, that shameful Jane escapes from this place that triggers in her, this terrible vanity she is unable to control.

"Miss Jane, you have some dirt left in the corner of your right eye."

Jane wants to turn around to remove the filth, but already her mouth poison is opening.

"Well, Mary, what are you waiting for to earn your wages?"

With her head held high, looking very pleased with herself, Jane smiles as the pretty maid delicately removes the invaders that have infiltrated the corner of her eye.

Not a thank you or a sign of gratitude is directed at Mary, and already Jane's legs enter the oversized hallway of this mansion in the Kalorama district of Washington.

Despite their obvious social difference, she and the little girl have a few things in common that bring them together. The most obvious of these, is also the one the two girls have had most difficult to live with.

Like her, this little girl never sees her father. Jane's father spent his life in prison for various repeated petty crimes and when he wasn't behind bars, her father, who had no talent for robbery, spent his time drinking outside the house.

The little girl's father is also a thug who never visits his daughter. Yet this much-criticized businessman never went to prison. Selling arms to rebels around the world is certainly less serious than robbing a local grocery store, imagines Jane, who for the first time since her second awakening, manages to control her mouth, which expresses a fairly understandable pout.

As the red covered corridor is finally crossed and the spiral staircase is behind her, Jane crosses a vast hall to get to a kitchen beyond her imagination. This rounded, cornerless, futuristic place made of glass and metal reminds her of the science fiction movies that were shown on television in the 1970s.

Thinking of television, Jane's eyes are immediately drawn to a kind of translucent, immaterial screen floating in the middle of the room.

"A Classic Breakfast with Momo."

"Right away, Miss Jane."

After Jane's request, the two unidentified cooks and the no name maid run in all directions.

Jane knows that. The reason the little girl doesn't know their names is not that they're new employees, because according to the memory of the little blonde, they've worked here since she was a baby. No, the fact is that apart from herself, the former occupant of this body, has never been interested in anyone but her dog, Momo.
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A news broadcast through the immaterial screen again attracts the attention of Jane whose knife misses the bacon plate that has just been placed next to her and accidentally spills her glass of vitamin juice.

"Clean up this disorder right now."

"Right away, Miss Jane."

(...thus, in order to strengthen homeland security and fight crime which has been growing dangerously in recent years, the government has decided to enlist the Hanhumans. In President Bent's own words, this will also make it easier to count and monitor them. Health tip...)

Jane searches deep inside herself to get as much information as possible about these Hanhumans, but again, she finds only trivia in this little head, such as: How to coordinate her luxury clothes, what make-up to avoid, or what perfume to wear according to the occasion.

The acute barking of a ridiculous little white thing with a pink bow on its head, takes her out of her thoughts. Against her sandstone, she rushes towards the golden cushion that the nameless maid holds in her arms with great care.

"Momo, Momo, at last you're joining me for breakfast. Let a plate be placed on the table immediately so that my Momo can eat."

Who's running who? That's what Jane is wondering. She's afraid to be a mere spectator trapped in the body of this crazy, self-absorbed little girl.

While her fingers get tangled in the hair of that ridiculous dog she has unwillingly placed on the table made of indeterminate material, Jane is looking for a way to learn more about what these Hanhumans are.

If she were to ask the employees of this house, she could certainly learn more, however, it would seem suspicious...

With that solution invalidated, her eyes falls upon the small silver bracelet on her right wrist...

Chapter end