Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?)

After waking up peacefully (ignoring the fact that I had cried), I looked around. (It's not that I forgot how to move my body!) I realized I was in a hospital and that, apparently, I had been reborn as a baby. That's fine, anything is better than limbo, EXCEPT THAT PIECE OF TRASH THAT TOOK ME THERE!

IN THIS LIFE I WILL TAKE REVENGE ON YOU, DID YOU HEAR ME, "TRUUUUUUUCK"!!!

Ahem...

Well, putting aside my perfectly rational hatred of trucks, now that I have a new opportunity in life, I will strive to enjoy every moment to the fullest, being a better person than I was in my previous life, in which I...

I...

What did I do?...

Wait a second...

Who was I?! Is something wrong?!

What was my name?!

Who were my parents?!

WHAT WAS MY GENDER?!

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Damn it, I don't know!!!! Wait, remember, go back to your happy place. That's it, calm down. Inhale and exhale. Ok, everything is fine! I almost fainted there. The nurses looked a little, no, quite scared when they saw me hyperventilating, but what can you do, I wasn't in a condition to think about that. I mean, put yourself in my place, right? After all, isn't it normal for someone to get anxious when they do things they're not used to? And I fall into that category. I mean, yes, I once did all this baby-born stuff (even though I don't remember), but come on, I'm like that example of a guy who spends so much time in his own world (prison) that he forgets to do things that used to be common, like moving and breathing. But hey, I know I shouldn't be the only one with a problem like this, right?

HEEEYY!!!

AM I TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN?!

Wait...

I've been referring to myself in the masculine form, haven't I? So, is my gender masculine? Or am I really feminine, but I refer to myself in the masculine form? This diaper is getting in the way of checking.

I guess I only have one way to find out...

I'm not proud of what I did after that (don't ask), but at least I confirmed that I'm a man, or at least I am in this life, even though the price of this revelation was my dignity (seriously, don't ask). But hey, I'm a baby now, so, whether I wanted to or not, sooner or later it was going to happen! (Justification). Therefore, I did what any baby would do (self-convincing). And I even discovered my gender, so I'm a hero!! (Escape from reality).

But well, let's leave that topic in oblivion! And let's move on to something more interesting, like who my parents are in this life.

I hadn't mentioned it, but the language they speak here is different from the one I know. It's not a language I don't speak, but rather like they speak a mix of English with another unknown language (at least to me). So I can only understand some things they say, like a static radio, but from what I've learned, I know that the elegant woman with silver hair, red eyes, and a voluptuous body with large breasts is my mother in this life, while the average-looking man with average short black hair and an office worker's suit (you guessed it) is also my average father.

How did you manage to marry someone like that?!

Please tell me your secret!!

But well, leaving aside one of life's mysteries, they seem to be a very loving couple, and, as an added bonus, I was also able to get information about my new name with which I will begin this new and beautiful life: "Mireya". Now armed with this new name, nothing can go wrong!

Later I would remember this while regretting my own stupidity for not knowing what was still waiting for me.