GSCdoll's Unconventional Cosplay

[The blurb for the upcoming novel How to Deal with Being Reborn as a Campus Ghost Story is in the author's profile] [The story is complete. I hope everyone likes the ending.] I knew cosplayers who went to conventions could transmigrate, but I never imagined that staying home to take care of my GSC doll could make me transmigrate too. Looking down at my little hands wrapped in bandages, I measure my height at just 14 cm. Tears well up in my catlike eyes... Dazai, now tiny and dressed in a kindergarten outfit, transmigrates to the main Bungo Stray Dogs world. What on earth is going on? I clutch my head in despair. But after shrinking, I can make a single piece of cake last a long time! So satisfying, lol. A shrunken body paired with an underpowered [No Longer Human]. You deserve it. And then I discover my [No Longer Human] is a knockoff... Have you ever seen a cat-eared Professor Natsume? I have. Have you ever seen a loli Mori? I have. Have you ever seen a cute and cuddly Rashomon? Not only have I seen one, I've petted it. Have you ever seen a [Crime and Punishment] that makes people stupid? I have. Kunikida, can you use your planner to make some cotton candy for me? Hey, Chuuya, wait! Let me pet you! A certain white-haired teacher from Jujutsu High: A new species of curse? It's so weak. [Book]: Turning off super power-saving mode. Kiddo, you can return to normal now~ The Bungo cast: Their expressions gradually turn menacing. Me: Wait, don't come over here! Aah! OOC is always with me. I'm a beginner, and this is my first time writing. I'm not a canon expert, so there will probably be plenty of headcanons. I hope we can chat lots! (Bows) My next upcoming novel: How to Deal with Being Reborn as a Campus Ghost Story Blurb: These days, transmigrating doesn't seem all that unusual. But when I see other people transmigrate, they're at least still human. Even if they become animals, at least they're alive. So why did I transmigrate as a supernatural campus legend? I can accept becoming a ghost from a ghost story, but please, stop trying to exorcise me... I'm just an ordinary young ghost who wants to lie flat, binge-watch shows, and eat fries, popcorn, duck feet, boneless chicken feet, pork belly, potato chips, plum-seasoned chicken cutlets, corn snacks, sunflower kernels, ice cream, cake, chocolate mousse, spicy hot pot, and that's all. I really don't have some tragic, bitter backstory! There's a campus legend at a high school in City X: at the start of each new semester, one lucky class is randomly selected to have an invisible ghost student join them. They say that anyone who sees him will suffer some kind of misfortune, from an accidental death to failing an exam. The victimized students form a club and work together to find ways to exorcise him. First, holy water and salt don't work. Then they try to resolve the ghost's lingering regrets: getting his parents to apologize, sending his teacher to prison... They've tried all kinds of things, but nothing works. They don't just fail, either. The ghost ends up comforting them instead. Today is another day of shedding tears over the tragic plight of a kindhearted and beautiful ghost. Bottom: You just need to offer me some soda, the happy drink of couch potatoes. Top: I'll give you some, I'll give you all of it. This is a lighthearted, healing, sweet little story. If you're interested, check it out in my profile! Theme: Cherish childhood, and remember that people live to redeem themselves