"I meet the kids now," Yuzana said in a thick accent.
"Perfect," the doctor smiled. "We'll send you to your wardrobe and help you get dressed and ready."
"Okay," she nodded. Speaking English herself was tricky, but at least she felt she could understand it, it was more formulating the sentences herself that was challenging.
A few hours later and Yuzana was dressed in a summer dress with flower patterns. It tightly hugged her large hips and as. Her stomach pudge was visible trough it. It also showed some cleavage. At least being overweight meant that she had decent breasts even if she was Asian, though even then they were only a decent size.
She was left at the house of the family that she would serve. She was on her own now. The house was in a nice suburbian neighborhood. The house itself was large. It seemed to be a well off family. Of course they were, they had to afford this service. She rang the doorbell.
The door opened, revealing a very tall blonde woman. Though, she wasn't probably even tall. Yuzanna had to remind herself how short she was now, and that she had to get used to looking up towards people.
"Hello! I am new, uh, mom," she stumbled over her words.
"Oh, absolutely perfect," the woman said. "I'm Annabelle. The kids can't wait to meet you."
"Hello Annabelle. My name is Yuzana," she stiffly introduced herself.
"Come in! Come in!" she ushered her in. "Make yourself at home. you'll be part of the family after all."
Yuzanna followed. The insides were pristine with a bunch of expensive looking furniture. Even a sculpture of sorts in the middle of the room. This family seemed mega rich. She looked at Annabelle again. She wasn't that different from her Amanda-self, just a little older, but now they looked nothing alike.
"James, my husband, is out, and so is Victoria, our oldest, but Sebastian is here," Annabelle explained. "Sebastian! Come down and meet Yuzana!" She shouted upstairs.
"Coming," she heard a faint voice, then a tumbling down the stairs.
Sebastian arrived. A boy of 9. Yuzana already knew this. She'd been briefed by the bureau about the basic details.
"This is Yuzana," Anabelle gestured. "She'll be acting as your mom for the next 5 years if it all works out," she smiled.
"Hello Yuzana," she shyly greeted.
"Hello Sebastian," Yuzana greeted back with a smile, though inside of herself she was screaming. 5 years? She hadn't made the connection when she first saw the file, but she was going to care for them until they both reached high school age, so she was going to live this life for 5 years. That's absurdly long.
"He's shy, but give him time. He'll open up," Anabelle ruffled her son's hair.
"Okay," she nodded. Looking over Sebastian some more, she noted how she was barely taller than him. She was barely taller than a kid.
"I'll show you the house, and of course your room as well." Anabelle said.
Again Yuzana nodded and followed along. She got to see first hand how expansive the house was. She was showed the kitchen, where she was supposed to cook for the kids. All the guest rooms . The hobby rooms. They had a pool, a sauna, and so much more. After some time the tour ended.
"Just relax for now, Yuzana dear. Again, make yourself at home. Try the pool if you want to," Anabelle told her.
"Thank you, I will," she nodded.
Then Yuzana was left alone in her room. She laid down on her bed and relaxed. She hoped the family didn't expect too much of her. So far they seemed nice, and not like they wanted to work her to death, which was nice. It's not like her personality had changed, Yuzana was still a lazy person that didn't like working more than she had to. She just had a bunch of jumbled memories and experiences in her head.
She could check the pool out. Again she looked over herself. She was kind of... fat. And she was going to be in this body and life for 5 years. It would be good to do some exercise, maybe slim down a little. She though of Mark, her boyfriend. She wondered what he was doing. For now, she was forbidden by her contract to talk to him or anyone from her original life. This restriction were to last the first 6 months. The justification was part avoiding people abusing the service and part helping them acclimate to their new life without influence from the old one. Would Mark last 6 months without getting a new girlfriend? Beyond that, would Mark even care for her as she was. Looks was one thing, but she didn't know if she could hold a proper English conversation deeper than a puddle.