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That was most definitely the most restful sleep you had in ages. You didn’t even want to open your eyes yet and instead chose to fully absorb yourself into your mattress and blankets and pillows. To become one with the sleeping arrangement. Oh yes, that’s the ticket.
You fell asleep after once again finishing a readthrough of your favorite series, One Piece. The characters, the worldbuilding, the journeys, the art, the pure imagination? You couldn’t imagine reading a better series and it wasn’t even close to over yet! Oda, that magnificent bastard, had created something you enjoyed so thoroughly, you absorbed as much information about it as possible. Not to brag, but you had an encyclopedic knowledge of the series. Sure, you couldn’t afford to spend a lot on merch, but the love you had for it was all you needed.
The light of your bedroom window shining through your eyelids, you sighed and knew the pure comfort you were lazing around in was sure to come to an end sooner rather than later. You opened your eyes and… why were you not in your bedroom? You shot up in your bed and… you weren’t even in a bed! Instead you were on a plush futon with thick ornate blankets draped over your body. Your puppy print pajamas were replaced with a gorgeous black silk robe patterned with cherry blossoms. Your entire bedroom had been replaced by something that was not a bedroom at all, but a large salon-styled room with tatami mats, sliding wood-framed doors with a balcony in the back.
Your eyes caught a high-end vanity at the far end of the room. Whipping off your blankets, you scrambled to the vanity and found a reflection staring back that was not quite you. Many features were the same, like your skin and eye color, but you looked… different. It was like someone had drawn a gorgeous caricature of you after seeing your photo once. Your hair was much more voluminous than your original style and way longer. Your lush hair flowed down to the small of your back and the amount of volume after just getting up seemed impossible. Not to mention the fact that you were prettier. Not a flaw to be seen, you decided as you touched your face experimentally. The art style was eerily familiar, almost like…
“It looks like Oda drew me!” you laughed. Wow, you had literally consumed so much One Piece that you were obviously in a One Piece-styled dream! Not everyone could be so lucky. It seemed to be lucid too, considering how self-aware you were being.
“Wait, if I’m drawn by Oda, then…” You tentatively grabbed your chest, easily thrice what you were used to, before tugging open your robe and gazing at your new rack.
“Oda, you absolute madman,” you whispered, closing your eyes and feeling blessed to have such a fun body. A nice-looking ass, thick thighs, a slender waist, and big old boobies. Maybe animated women didn’t have back pain from their anatomy, which was a bonus. You played with and fluffed your own boobs with delight, knowing such a sensation wasn’t going to last forever.
“Hmm… looks like I’m in Wano if I’m going by decor,” you hummed. “I wonder where exactly in Wano I am, and when. I’m guessing it’s not during the raid since it seems peaceful.”
You wrapped yourself back up in your robe and neatened up your sleeping area by folding your blankets and rolling your futon into a corner. Once-in-a-lifetime dream or not, you liked having a clean space.
Your belly rumbled with hunger, which was strange. Even in your rare lucid dreams, you weren’t really affected by things like hunger, pain or things like that.
“I need to put food into my sexy new body,” you huffed. What you needed were acceptable clothes to venture outside to find breakfast. Just as you were about to slide open one of the few panels in the room to hopefully find an outfit that you could dress by yourself in, another panel opened on the opposite end of the room where a woman wearing a kimono appeared. Other women dressed similarly were bustling past her up and down the hallway.
“Madam, it’s Yukiko! I’m here with your breakfast!” she said with a smile.
This Yukiko woman was… small. Like half your height small, you determined as she carried several trays of food to the low table in the center of the room. Her dark hair was tied up in a neat bun with some sparse decorative pins stuck into it. You stared at her as she set up your morning meal, so much so that she blushed at your attention and cast her gaze downward.
“Is there something wrong with my appearance, madam?”
“No, you look fine. It’s just…”
Oda’s world had people of all shapes and sizes, but you had no good way to determine height. You would normally use yourself as a ruler, but all your scales had been thrown off. How to go about it…
“Madam?”
Better just go for it with a silly question. “Do you think I’ll be getting any taller or have I peaked?”
Yukiko flinched, surely having expected a different statement, before laughing. “Don’t you think ten feet tall is enough?”
Ten feet?!? Oda, you absolute madman! You always wanted to be way taller in real life, so it was delightful to you to be twice the height of the average woman, so much so that you burst out laughing.
“That’s my madam, always in great spirits,” Yukiko giggled. “I’ll come to collect your breakfast dishes and help you dress soon. Eat up and enjoy yourself. We have your favorite tea with milk, koji salmon, and steamed rice today.”
“Sounds great, thank you for the meal!” you grinned, sitting down at the table. There must be different size chopsticks and dishes for wherever this place in Wano was, since your hands didn’t dwarf the plateware.
The spread looked both healthy and tasty and it didn’t take long for you to finish the entire thing. Normally your breakfast wouldn’t have so many components, but you were significantly taller than you used to be. Feeling satiated, you hummed in confusion. You never had koji salmon before, yet you were able to decipher its taste and flavors. That didn’t seem to be something you would be able to do in a dream. You shrugged and stacked up the plates and bowls and placed them in the hall for Yukiko. Not to be wasteful in Wano, you also ate any spare bits of rice that fell onto the table or into your new ample bosom.
When Yukiko returned, she got right to work brushing out your hair and dressing you in a resplendent kimono. Your hair flew freely and you didn’t have any makeup put on, unlike your… caretaker? Assistant? What role did she fill?
“Yukiko, we’re friends, right?” you asked as she secured your obi.
“Yes, madam.”
“Then should I be wearing my hair dressed up more fancy like you and nice makeup too?”
“This again? What’s on your mind this time?”
Oh, so this was a common thing? You rolled with it. “I don’t want to stick out too badly sometimes.”
“Personally, I don’t think you need it. You have very beautiful eyes and skin, madam. As for your hair, Black Maria said that your many admirers like that it is so wild and free.”
“Black Maria said that?!” you gasped. Okay, you immediately knew where you were in Wano. You were smack dab in the middle of Onigashima, the Beast Pirates stronghold. That meant… you started giggling yourself. That meant there were plenty of really beautiful people walking around everywhere. “I feel so warmed up.”
“Speaking of Black Maria, the mistress wanted to see you as soon as you were dressed.”
“Do you know what about?” Were you in trouble already?! You would hate for this dream to be over just as soon as it started.
“She wants to go over your schedule for Woman Trouble, I believe. You are a wonderful storyteller, madam, I’m sure she just wants to know you’ve got something ready to go for the next few months.”
A storyteller? You wondered what you told stories about and what you would be telling in the near future. So you were some flavor of courtesan? That suited you fine. So different from what you were in real life. Very well!
“Okay, let’s go,” you said, standing after Yukiko made your hair shimmer in the sunlight of Onigashima. “After you, let’s run!”
Yukiko laughed again at your exuberance and ran out of the room for you to follow. You forwent the wooden sandals that you normally would wear (you supposed, you would need practice for walking in those) and instead ran in your socks, the sandals clicking in your hand as you held onto them by their straps.
Far down an adjoining hallway saw Sasaki, Who’s-Who and Kyoshiro chatting amiably as they walked toward the Live Hall for an early morning drink. They all paused as they heard laughter ringing out from around a corner and coming toward them. At once they saw a young woman, overcome with joy, sprint past while looking behind her. Not five seconds later did you run by in a similar matter, too fast to see or greet them. Your long hair was flowing gracefully behind you, your kimono hiked up just a touch, you were truly a free-spirited sight.
The men watched your figure disappear down the hall and around another corner, you nearly sliding past it wearing just a pair of socks.
“She’s off to Black Maria’s,” Who’s-Who hummed, lighting a smoke.
“Probably for tonight’s performance,” Kyoshiro offered with a chuckle. “She looked good, eh, Sasaki?”
Sasaki grunted and continued down his path, his friends bringing up the rear. “She looks the way she always does. Big deal.”
“And how does she always look?” Who’s-Who chuckled, nudging Sasaki’s side.
“Shut up.”
Kyoshiro and Who’s-Who shared a knowing look and kept mum for the rest of the morning on that subject.
After all, Sasaki never missed a single night when you owned the stage.