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That's right, I'm David now. Not, Elizabeth. Not a 42 year old housewife. Not a mother. I'm David, a teenage boy, and in all likelihood I will stay that way for the rest of my life.
I hadn't even opened my eyes yet, but I knew everything had changed. I felt taller somehow. I could feel that my body was less... curvy than usual. The familiar weight of my breasts had disappeared. Most importantly, I could feel an alien appendage on my crotch, and it didn't take a genius to know what it was. I also felt much more energetic than usual.
I finally decided to open my eyes. Slowly at first, as I knew the lighting would be a little too bright. As soon as I could see clearly, I looked down at myself. I couldn't see much, as I was wearing a gown, but the differences were obvious: my chest was completely flat, and I could see a bulge on my crotch. I was male.
Surprised by how easy it was, I quickly jumped out of bed. To my surprise, I didn't need to adjust my balance at all: it was like I'd always been that way. Of course, I could feel the differences, but my instincts accounted for my new center of gravity. I was also several inches taller, which was very satisfying, since I'd always been very short. Overall, I'd rarely felt that great.
I took a look around the room, seeing three pieces of furniture: a table, a full-length mirror and the bed I'd just been on. There were some clothes on the table, but that didn't interest me for now. I just went straight to the mirror. Sure enough, David's reflection was staring back at me. I wondered for a moment if I should take a closer look at my body. On one hand, that was my son. On the other, it was also my body, now and forever. In the end, I decided to quickly get it over with, taking off my gown before I changed my mind.
It was strange, seeing a completely different person in the mirror... which is why I kept staring. I thought that maybe, if I looked long enough, it would start feeling normal. I examined my naked body in detail: overall, it was just... average. David had never been into sports, and it showed. He wasn't overweight, but he wasn't very fit either. It felt a bit weird to see hair all over my body; I certainly didn't feel feminine at that moment. However, the most interesting part was... well, that part. I didn't dare touch it. Even looking at it felt like some sort of violation, but I forced myself to, reasoning that it belonged to me now.
Perhaps the strangest part was that, despite no longer being female, and being my own son, I felt... excited. Some part of me was happy to be David. I was young again, with my whole life ahead of me! I could do whatever I wanted, and not repeat the mistakes of the past. As soon as those thoughts crossed my mind, I felt a pang of guilt. My youth had come at a price: David had lost 26 years of his life. He would be a housewife, and a mother of three. He'd never have a girlfriend; in fact, he was now married to his own father. I felt bad about that too: I could no longer be with my husband.
But it was too late to go back now. What's done is done. My old life wasn't that bad: Phillip was a loving husband, and I was comfortable. David would get used to it. And I would get used to being a teenage boy. If I could also enjoy it, wasn't that a good thing?
I realized at that point that my reflection was starting to feel a little less alien to me. I even went ahead and touched my... private parts. Somehow, touching it, feeling the contact of skin on both my finger and it, made it feel less strange, and helped me think of it as a part of myself. I'd probably get used to it, with time.
I left my reflection alone, and went to the table. The outfit David had been wearing earlier was there, neatly folded. It was nothing special: just some boxers, jeans, a t-shirt and some running shoes. As I put on the outfit without any problem, I felt kind of bad for David: I'd been wearing a skirt, pantyhose and high heels. He'd have to adjust to these. I should have thought of that and worn pants and flats instead. If I'd thought of that, I would probably have gone bra-less too, to give the boy a fighting chance. Then again, he'd have to get used to these things eventually, and now was as good a time as any. Worst case scenario, I'd have to help him get dressed.
I went back to the mirror and took a longer look at myself. Now that I had some clothes on, I no longer had to deal with internal struggles; I could just examine myself without any guilt. Of course, I looked exactly like David. To be honest, it was a bit of a disappointment: David never put much effort into his looks. I'd always know that, if he tried, he could look a lot better. I smiled: I was him now, I could make him look however I wanted.
Having had enough of my new reflection, I walked out of the room, only to find myself back in the lab. There were three people there: Larry, Gloria and... myself.
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