You started to drift up out of unconscious feeling out of sorts. You weren't quite ready to wake up yet but you were on your way there.You had a hazy memory of being back home for the weekend. You had decided to take to rugrats to see that new marvel movie. They were being noisy, as usual, and then…
“Oh my god, Jake, is that you?” you heard a scared voice gasp, a voice you recognized as belonging to your little brother Tim.
Your eyes fluttered up. Two great big mounds blocked your sight, stretching slightly you saw your brother's pale face. He was standing besides two doctors in lab coats.
“What's going on?” You asked, trying to orient yourself.
“There's been an accident…” One of the men explained.
“Your car and another carrying a family of three were in a collision. While your siblings were okay, your body was damaged beyond all repair as was that of two of the three inhabitants of the other vehicle. The last suffering a brain clot rendering her brain dead but leaving her body intact.” The second said, you just now seeing his nametag labelling him sanders and the other fellow kerry.
"We had to act fast." Kerry interjected. "Your own brain was in perfect working order but your body was failing. It was damaged beyond repair. That was why we suggested the transplant procedure to your father and he agreed. There being no time to find another suitable candidate."
“Wait slow down. Are you saying you transferred my brain into another person's body?” you asked, feeling lightheaded.
"It's a little more complicated than that, but in a manner of speaking, yes. A miss Katie Asher." He nodded. "Obviously transferring a entire brain into another persons skull wouldn't exactly work like it does in the movies, so we instead took a small part of yours and grafted it onto your this young lady's. Allowing you full control of her motor functions, as well as complete access to her nervous system."
Though he was trying to be as delicate and sympathetic as possible, it was obvious that Dr. Kerry's bedside manner wasn't exactly the best. A look of pride evident on his face as he described the 'procedure' that had trapped you inside someone else's body.
“I need to see. Can I see?" you weakly asked.
"I, uhm, I'm not sure," Saunders stuttered, flashing you a slightly awkward smile. "Perhaps it might be a little too soon. You have only just woken up after all."
"Please. I need to see."
Looking over at Kerry for assistance, the balding, mustachioed doctor once again shrugged, clearly having no idea what to do in this situation. Letting out a sigh and turning back to you, Saunders thankfully relented. "Okay. But please, Jake, try not to get too worked up. This will be a shock and it will take a lot of time and a lot of adjusting to get used to. Not to mention the fact that your body is still recovering." You could tell from his voice that he obviously thought that this was a bad idea and deep down you couldn't help but agree. Feeling a growing sense of dread as he picked up a small mirror from a nearby table. You had to do this however. You had to see what you'd now become.
Moving the mirror in front of your face, you let out a sharp gasp, watching as the reflection in the mirror did the same. It's eyes widening and it's mouth dropping open, looking absolutely terrified and yet saddened by what it saw. Oh God! There staring back at you was one of the most gorgeous girls you'd ever seen, Katie Asher, looking incredibly tired and weak. Her waist length blond hair all matted and disheveled. Her soft bright blue eyes tear strewn and puffy, and a series of small small stitches decorating the top of one eye. She looked to be about the same age as your brother David, younger than your brother Tim. She had a soft heart shaped face, with cute pouty lips, and large sparkling blue eyes with delicate lashes. As you were holding the mirror you noticed your fingernails extended an inch past the end of your finger, painted a bright pink with sparkly glitter. Looking down you could see that this girl had quite the large rack, especially considering her age. This girl was quite the feminine, pretty girly-girl.
Overwhelmed and exhausted you collapse back into unconsciousness.
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