This choice: The choice of body is down to your legal representative. • Go Back...Chapter #5The choice of body isn't yours! by: Mr. George   "I look forward to being a young man again." you tell her. "Oh..." your lawyer observes, her surprise clearly faked.
"I did get a healthy, body in the twenties, a lump sum, a backstory, and an appropriate level of education, for my new life."
She nods, "Yes, yes, you did. However, you also signed away your personal choice of body, as potentially tipping of the many enemies you'd make, and surrendered the decision to me..."
You selected Hoshi Tanaka for her looks and to evoke sympathy (and leniency) from Judge Jill Sessions.
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She pats the lap top slipped beneath her arm. "I have the final selections to choose between."
Perching seductively, on the edge of a desk, she opens it up, and brings up the variety of options.
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"I think you'll like getting a new start." she opines, a smile spreading across her face, as she surveys the screen. The anticipation is tortuous, "You are my legal representative, and will reflect my preference in the selection." you say as firmly as you can. Hating missing the clue about not giving away your selection with unconscious biases, you hate this'll be a passive experience.
Straightening up, you tower over her, probably weighing twice what she does. The effect isn't what you expected, as an amused smile passes over her features.
"Your plea deal, won you this new life. But the court decided you cannot be allowed to repeat your involvement, or risk your being tempted to indulge in those crimes again." She nods seriously, "Technically, you were still found guilty, just your sentence was... commuted for your co-operation."
You don't like the sound of this, or the reaction to your failed attempt at intimidation. Ms. Tanaka clearly knows more that she's not telling you. That's her secret comfort against your efforts.
"I have no intention of falling into that life again." you assure her. Sounding as sincere as you can. Then her trump card falls into place, her smirking, making sense.
"You're not re-sleeving me as a woman!" your voice already sounding high, panicky and tending towards the shrill.
Her smile widens, splitting her face, as she nods slowly and deeply. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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