So You've Become a Villainess: an (Otome) Isekai Raising Project

Kid A it's your birthday~ Happy birthday Kid A~


Today is the greatest day you've ever known (in this body). It is the twenty-first day of the sixth month of Anno Sophia 92.

Translated from isekai, it's your birthday! And not just any birthday, but your first birthday as Grace Claudius!

After a good four-ish months as Grace, you're finally starting to feel comfortable as her. More accurately, you've made Grace fit you. You can actually do your full workout reps now! Heck, you can do more than you used to do back home. There was no way you could do handstand pushups before IRL, but now you can!

You leap out of bed and stretch, feel your muscles sing. You bounce on your toes and hum the main menu theme from Fall From Grace, then do jumping jacks until your last motes of sleepiness are obliterated. With a twirl and a whirl of your fancy pajamas, you end up in front of your fairy tale villain sized mirror.

It still takes a while to register this is you now. Functional muscle tone and a light tan from your outdoorsy nature are all that physically connect you from who you were.

<Sensible>: "And still are, mind you."

But instead of the scruffy college girl you were, the inquisitive reflection staring back at you is a picture-perfect princess. Sparkling eyes, glimmering golden hair, and a cherubic face made cooler with a sporty scar across the bridge of your nose from roughhousing greet you. You pull goofy faces in front of yourself and still manage to look cute.

<Flashy>: "You can thank me later, dahling."

<Sensible>: "And Chiaki for figuring our how to procure all the high-end DLC beauty products."

You scratch your cheek, slightly embarrassed. Chiaki had wrangled up the best of the best, DLC-wise. It felt kinda like cheating having all the stuff she gave you, but you were going to put it to good use. The whole dance thing had made you an icon, so you had to look your best and do your best. Even when it came to being cute, you were gonna give it full effort at full throttle!

<Sporty>: "Heck yeah! Full effort, full throttle, 24/7!"

The ghost of Cheerleader Emo waves jet black pom-poms in an unloved corner of your mind.

You ignore her, as is your current wont, to look over the rest of yourself in the mirror. Even with the muscle tone, you're moe as heck.

You flex and kiss both your little biceps before throwing a snap roundhouse kick at the mirror, holding position to boop your reflection's nose with your big toe, and chambering your leg so you could make silly Bruce Lee noises.

"I see someone's enjoying themselves on their birthday, Young Mistress," Chiaki says, ninja appearing by your side with a latte right out of Starb@x.

You fall on your butt, breakfall, and roll back onto your feet. Your unstyled hair covers your roll, making you look like Super Sonic, before resting in waves over your standing form.

"Well duh," you say. "It's my birthday! Gotta enjoy it to the fullest."

Your maid giggles and kneels down to your level. "Is that so? Then the Young Mistress wouldn't want to dally any further to prepare for her party?"

"Oh crap, is that now?"

"You have an hour, factoring in being fashionably late," Chiaki says, handing you the drink. "It's a chai-like drink that stimulates healthy growth. Please enjoy it while I make you look like less of a hair-monster."

Your hair writhes in hurt indignation.

"Are you going to unleash your hidden power, Young Mistress? You have turned the proper age for chuunibyou."

You're old enough now to give Chiaki a little ribbing back; if she wants chuuni, you'll give her chuuni.

You double over and cover your eye with a hand. "Guah! This power...I can't control it...!"

Chiaki places her free hand on your back. "Young Mistress?"

You throw in some fake convulsions to really sell it. "Run...Chi-chan! I'm...returning...to monke! UWAAAAH!" You arch your back to see Chiaki's bewildered face the moment before she catches your joke, wink, and stick your tongue out at her.

She blinks twice, gently places the tray with your drink down, then puts you in a gentle headlock and pinches your squishy cheek. "You little gremlin!" she says, laughing.

You laugh with her. "Gotcha, didn't I?"

"Indeed you did, Young Mistress," Chiaki replies. "But you know I pay back pranks tenfold, right?"

You gulp.


After she put the fear of God into you, Chiaki styled your hair and did your makeup. Nothing too fancy makeup-wise just enough to make your eyelashes extra fluffy and bring out the rosiness of your cheeks.

The real work came in washing, brushing, and shaping your enchanted hair into high twintails, big and fluffy like angel wings cascading down to your hips. Center-parted bangs and long, wavy sidelocks complete the look. With your best blue dress and ruby heels on, you look like nothing else but Alice in Fashionland.

Chiaki massages some hair treatment into your scalp. A stray cowlick springs forth from atop your head.

Chiaki chef's kisses. "And there's the piece de resistance. The hint of humanity with your angelic idol vibe, Young Mistress."

You kick your feet and slurp on your sweet and mello chai(?) latte. "I thought idols abandoned their humanity for cuteness?"

"Some do, but you shouldn't," Chiaki says. "You've become an idol to many nobles, but approachability is your secret weapon. Make your allies see you as relatable and your enemies see you as ridiculous; play this right and you could have an equal or greater level of soft power than the game's Grace." She whispers, "Or even Justine. The last person to cause this much of a change in fashion this quickly was her, after all."

Your eyes go wide. You've done what Justine did without even thinking about it. The thought fills you with equal parts fear, glee, and pride.

Before you or the yous in your head could get proper Machiavellian, you hear the fanfare of a carnival.

"Ah, looks like the party is just about started, let's-"

You're out of your chair before Chiaki can finish. With a leap and a holler, you fly out the window of your bedroom and dive into the party. Your freshly done twin tails billow in the wind, letting you glide into the festivities.


[Who Catches Your Fall Controlled Glide?]
[ ] Tanya Swartzwald
[ ] Camille Asuka
[ ] Lucciano Morningstar
[ ] Justine Claudius
[ ] A very large cake