Socially Dead, Transmigrated into a Naruto Loli

[Transmigration and Public Embarrassment + Daily Life + Lighthearted + No Conspiracy Theories + Witty Commentary + No System + Gender Swap]

The much-loved transmigration trope? It's been done to death, so I'll keep it brief.

What? I died in a women's bathroom from the start, dressed in a kunoichi cosplay outfit? My health bar hit zero instantly, no rescue needed?

What, after being reborn I didn't get cheats and become a boss, but turned into a tiny loser girl in the Hidden Leaf Village who can't even gather chakra?

The Hokage's son becomes Hokage, a ninja's descendants keep being ninjas, and the tool character's little sister becomes a cosplayer. So does that mean I, a former office worker who died in a public humiliation, can only start from scratch as a nobody?

Fine, fine. Other people transmigrate and get the Sharingan, a tailed beast, or at least stumble upon a Sage's legacy.

What did I get? A head full of modern knowledge, and a kunoichi cosplay outfit I never got to give away.

No System alerts, no old man whispering in my ear, and no one to tell me, “You are the chosen one.”

But

Naruto can turn his life around with Multiple Shadow Clones. Why can't I turn mine around by staying up all night practicing the Substitution Jutsu?

Sasuke has Uchiha blood. I have the “dead person buff” from dying once!

After all, why should a man who once died in a skirt amid a pile of high heels be afraid of prejudice in the shinobi world?

So Chiyu quietly opened her Ninja Academy textbook and scribbled a note in the “Chakra Control” chapter:

“I know the theory. Practice takes hard work. A new life begins when you refuse to accept your fate.”

There are no cheats in this world, but I have a life: one I've already lost once, and will never be afraid to start over.