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This isn't one of my best stories, and the TG element is a little thin, but the story has been bouncing around in my head for some months, so I finally decided to put it down. Picking up the Pieces. By Morpheus It was a gorgeous day to be flying out over the Nevada desert, and all 5 of us had climbed into the small plane for the trip. My name is Allen Corey, and I'm 5 foot 11, and 27 years old. I'm a machinist at a company that makes parts for planes and things, which is pretty cool. I'd originally wanted to be an archaeologist, but somehow things never turned out that way, and I never managed to even finish college. Not that I minded though, since I'm quite happy with what I do have. In the plane with me was Theresa, my fiancee, and her brother Tony who'd just gotten his pilots license and was the one actually doing the flying. Theresa is about 5 foot 9 and has long reddish brown hair, while Tony stands just over 6 feet, and is rather well muscled. Then there was my best friend Mike, who was a bit of a joker and instead on coming. I couldn't very well turn him down, especially since I knew it wouldn't be nearly as much fun without his comments to lighten things up. Finally was Kristy, who was dating Tony. Kristy is a rather attractive black girl, and sometimes got some odd looks for being with Tony, but neither of them seemed to mind. As well as that, Kristy was also good friends with Theresa. In fact, I think that it was Theresa who introduced her to Tony. Tony had wanted to celebrate getting his pilots license, so invited us all along for a day trip, and we'd all been looking forward to it, especially in the nice weather. When we got up into the air, I looked out the window, amazed at how small everything looked from up there, and how much of the countryside we could see. Theresa cuddled up next to me, and said that this was romantic. Taking her clue, I gave her a nice kiss, wishing that for the moment we had some more privacy. Kristy was sitting in the co-pilots seat next to Tony, and looked down a little nervously. Though she didn't say anything, I think that it was pretty obvious to all of us that she was a bit uncomfortable with heights. Mike on the other hand kept up a running commentary on how he wished he could drop a handful of penny's over the town we were passing, and a bunch of other things that sometimes made us all laugh, and then turn around and groan. We'd been up in the air for about 3 hours, and were all beginning to squirm. "Hey man" Mike said, "If why don't we open the window so that I can take a leak. Make those guys down there think that it's raining." We all chuckled at this, and agreed that we should land sometime soon so that we could all relieve ourselves and stretch our legs. Tony nodded, saying that he'd look for some place to land. It was only a few minutes after this, that we saw it. Kristy screamed, being the first to notice the silvery metal object flying towards us. "HOLY SHIT!" Mike screamed out, seeing it next. We all turned to the windows to look, and couldn't believe what we saw. I think I nearly shit my pants with fear. Some silver metal ship was flying towards us, and I couldn't recognize what it was. All I could think of was that it was some kind of UFO. I hadn't believed in UFO's and thought people who claimed to see them were delusional, but I couldn't deny the evidence of my own eyes. As it came closer, I saw Tony starting to panic, trying to turn the plane away. Something sounded funny though, and suddenly the engine stopped. Tony screamed out "I'm losing control!" while Kristy was crying and screaming in the front seat. The plane started to go down rapidly and all I could think of was "OH SHIT!" and started praying. Theresa clutched me tightly, and I grabbed hold of her, scared out of my wits. I think that Mike might have been enjoying the adrenaline rush, but I was too scared to pay him much attention. Closer and closer, the ground came up at us, and Tony was struggling with the controls, and cursing at the plane. Just before we hit, I thought I saw the strange ship again, but I was too intent on the ground. When we hit, It was like everything suddenly flew forward, and the whole plane seemed to tear itself apart around us. It happened so fast, that I don't remember it clearly, only hearing several people screaming out in terror, and vaguely recognizing my voice as one of them. I awoke to open my eyes, and stare up at a white ceiling. At first, I couldn't even move, feeling as if I were aching over my whole body, while at the same time, feeling sort of numb. As the white ceiling was all that I could see, being unable to move my head, I realized that I must be in a hospital or something. It amazed me that I could have survived, the memory of the last few seconds clear in my mind. Nervously, I realized just how bad It must have been, and hoped that the others were all right too, though somehow, I felt that it wasn't likely. Still in shock at miraculous survival, I remembered the odd ship I'd seen, and decided that it must be my memory playing tricks on me. That I must still be delusional. Patiently, I waited. Suddenly, I was no longer feeling numb and could move. It didn't fade, it was almost instant like. I sat up as soon as I realized I could, feeling shocked because up till this point I'd assumed that I was either in a full body cast, or paralyzed. Nervously, I looked around the room, being surprised to see that there were no beds. That I'd been lying on the floor, and that I was the only thing in the room. There wasn't any noticeable source for the light in the room, almost as if it just came through the walls. The walls really caught my attention, not going in just straight lines and right angles, but slowly rounding off in the corners, giving me a very odd impression of the room. There was in indentation and oddly colored spot on the wall that I took to be the door, in spite of not seeing any noticeable seams. I was so taken up with examining the room, that it took me several minutes to even realize that I was completely naked, and was still sitting on the floor. Feeling very nervous, I realized that I wasn't hurting, which surprised me after that accident. When I looked down to examine myself for any injuries, I got the shock of my life. Something was wrong with me. Something was definitely, very wrong with me. Standing up, I felt extremely uncomfortable and off balance, just not in pain. I held both my hands out in front of me, recognizing that neither of them was my hand. My left hand was very feminine, with painted nails, while my right hand was bigger than my normal one. After carefully looking down at my body, I was completely horrified to see that I looked like some sort of patchwork freak. That I looked like some sort of Frankenstein monster. My whole body was very awkward, as if other peoples body parts were all attached to me. I could make out the seam where the skin colors changed, though there didn't really seem to be any scar's. Gasping, I touched the left side of my chest, seeing that I had what looked like a woman's breast on my left side, but the right side of my chest was just the same as always. The skin was softer, smoother and hairless on that part. Nervously, I touched the breast sticking out from my chest so alien like. The nipple was huge compared to my normal one, and had a large brown areola around it. Gulping, I looked at my whole left arm, seeing that the whole thing wasn't mine. My left arm looked as if it belonged to a woman. It was thin, slender and feminine looking. Especially the long manicured nails on the ends of my fingers. In a gasp of horror, I noticed something else with my fingers. On my left hand was a small ring. With a horrible, sinking realization, I recognized that ring. It was the ring that I'd given to Theresa when I'd asked her to marry me. I lost my balance, letting myself fall back to the floor, staring in horror at my left arm and chest, now recognizing it all. It looked just like Theresa's. Nervously, I started to examine the rest of my body again, this time taking closer note of what I saw. My right arm suddenly changed at my shoulder. Though my chest wasn't altered on that side, my whole right arm was. It was a bit more muscular than my own arm, and perhaps not quite as hairy. Still, it was definitely a man's arm. It took me a few seconds, but I began to suspect that this looked like Tony's arm. The rest of my torso and waist seemed all right, though I had a small and very faint scar that crossed over stomach, which was almost not even noticeable. I was greatly relieved to notice that my right leg seemed to be perfectly fine, and just like normal, but my left leg... My left leg was definitely not my own, any more than either of my arms were. My left leg looked like a woman's leg all the way down, with the only interruption in it coming at my lower leg and calf. Just below the knee, my whole leg and calf was black. It was that of a black person's. Kristy's I thought with horror, though just below that, at the ankle, it was again replaced with a white person's foot. And by the size of it, and the painted toenails, I knew that it, along with the upper part of my leg, were Theresa's. Carefully, I realized while standing up that my left leg was several inches shorter than my right, which made my balance very off. I was thankful at least that my precious family jewels were still mine, though I was completely horrified over everything else. If I had my friends body parts, like it seemed, then what happened to them? Where were they? I didn't like the answers that my imagination kept giving me. Sitting back down on the floor, I was horrified, disgusted and worried, and wanted to just curl up and die. I think that I cried for some time, waiting for some kind of answers, for some kind of sense to everything. I don't know how long it was before some answers arrived. I waited for I don't know how long since there was no way to tell time. I'm pretty sure though that it was at least a couple hours. While I was waiting, I noticed that I was moving my new hands as if they were my own, as if they'd always been mine. I could feel through them like normal. When I touched my new breast, I could feel how sensitive it was, and gulped suddenly feeling saddened by the memory of Theresa. By the time I was getting pretty hungry, there was a faint humming sound, and the indentation that I'd taken for a door opened up, letting some "thing" inside. It was some kind of machine, some kind of robot. It had 4 metal legs all connected to some small metal body. There were what looked like several small metal tentacles coming off of it as well, and a long snakelike appendage, with what I took to be a head. Nervously, I watched it come through the door, then face me with what I thought was the head. After looking at me for a second, I got nervous, and demanded to know where my friends were, afraid that I already knew the answer. (This vessel) The robot stated, (Inadvertently caused the destruction of your vessel. When I/we arrived, I/we found all units inside had been destroyed in impact, damaged beyond repair) What the hell, I thought, realizing that this thing was talking about my friends and me as if we were machine's. (The other units CPU's were damaged. You were the only repairable unit. I/we used the salvaged parts from the terminated units to facilitate a repair in your systems) All I could do was stare at this thing in horror. It thought we were machine's like it was. I couldn't believe it. Horrified, I realized that it had just said that all my friends were dead. That I'd only survived because it played Frankenstein to fix me. Whatever the hell this thing was, it thought that humans were like machines. That all parts were interchangeable between people. I couldn't help but shudder, then look down at my freakish disfigured body. My fear and horror turned to anger as I needed some way to lash out. I screamed and charged at the metal monster in front of me, punching it has hard as I could with my right hand, using all the new muscles in that arm behind the punch. I screamed out in pain as my punch connected, and I could feel the bones in my hand shatter as they hit with that force against the metal. The robot didn't even look like it was bothered. Still screaming in pain, I fell to my knees, clutching my shattered hand tightly to my body. The robot watched me, then slit one of its metal tentacles to me. As soon as it touched me, I found that I couldn't move. It wasn't like earlier where I couldn't't feel anything. I could still feel, I just couldn't move. Several smaller robots and things came in then, and surrounded me. One of them put a light on my aching hand, and suddenly I didn't feel the pain anymore. It was just like earlier, with that hand feeling completely numb and sort of disassociated. As I watched, the small robots cut the hand off, much to my horror, though I didn't feel it. I was surprised to see that no blood come out when the hand was removed, and by this time, I was staring at their operation with intense curiosity. With a quick precision, they brought another hand over, and attached it, still holding the light over the new hand and wrist. They did something to it for a few minutes, and I watched intently as the new hand sealed up against my wrist, not even leaving a scar, just a slight discoloration where the wrist connected. They turned the light off, and I could feel my new hand. Somehow, I knew that this was Mike's hand. It had to be since they'd replaced mine with Tony's, and then the damaged hand that had been Tony's with what they had left. Mike's. I felt a little relieved that it hadn't been one of the girls, knowing that I'd already had to many girls body parts. After all the small robots scampered out, the large robot removed its tentacle, and I found that I could move again. Experimentally, I clenched my new hand, seeing it respond as if it had always been mine. Nervously, I looked at the robot, knowing that there wasn't anything I could do. This thing had saved my life, but for what I didn't know. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked hopelessly, images of being an alien experiment or slave running through my mind. I'd seen enough movies to have a very bad idea of what might happen. (I/we, shall return you to your planet's surface) Then it went out the door, which sealed itself up again as soon as the robot had gone through. Again, I waited for some time, wondering if they really were going to let me go, but thinking that they wouldn't have any reason to lie to me. Feeling starved, I waited, then suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the floor. Waking up again, I looked around, seeing that it was night out and that the stars were clearly visible. Nervously, I stared at myself, seeing that I was still naked, and still looking like a Frankenstein monster. It hadn't been a dream, which left me extremely disappointed. I'd really wanted this to be nothing more than a nightmare that I could wake up from. The memory of my lost friends hit me, and I fell to the ground crying again, thinking of Theresa whom I'd never marry now, and Mike, my best friend. Gone, all of them. In the morning, when the sun had come up, I could see where I was much better. Horrified, I saw the wreckage of the plane nearby. Gulping, I slowly crept up to it, seeing how torn up and shredded the plane was, thinking that nothing could have survived that. I held back the tears, knowing that I'd have to look for myself, and making myself keep going towards it. There were pieces scattered around, and one of the wings was completely gone, while the other one hung to the side only barely. Hesitating for a long minute, I peaked inside, ready to face my friends bodies, knowing that I'd have to get this over with, and deal with it. What I saw inside left my stomach turning, and I'm sure that I would have lost the contents of my stomach if there were anything in it. There were no bodies, which I should have expected since those damn alien robots had used them as spare parts for me, but there was a lot of blood. Blood was splattered everywhere, and the way everything was torn up gave me a very good clue as to what we all must have looked like when the aliens found us. It wasn't a pretty picture. Slowly, I went a little further away from the plane, though not wanting to get too far. I didn't know exactly where I was at, and didn't see anyone nearby. Patiently, I sat down on a rock, hoping that there would be a search party or someone to rescue us. Part of me actually hoped that no one found me, being afraid to go back, and face other people looking the way I did now. Afraid of being a freak with no friends. Eventually though, people did come, and a lot sooner than I would have expected. I was extremely hungry by the time they arrived, but when the helicopter landed, and the searchers and medics came out to look for any possible survivors, I startled them by coming out. At first they just stared at me, and I couldn't really blame them. It took my asking 3 times before they got me a blanket to cover myself with. It was embarrassing enough walking around as a freak, but to be naked as well was a little more than I could bear. They took me immediately to the hospital, staring at me the whole time. No one was ready to believe my story, but with the proof of my mix matched body, they couldn't deny what they saw. No medical science on Earth was capable of this kind of transplants. I was finally, the proof that the human race needed for aliens existence. Lucky me. Mostly though, the hospital kept it quiet, and when the government men showed up, I answered their questions patiently, a little nervous that they were going to make me disappear. Fortunately though, it seems that they weren't quite that interested, so took off, leaving me alone. I was in the hospital for over two weeks while they examined me for everything possible. As much as I hated it, I forced myself to be patient and cooperate. I was trying to get used to the changes in my body as well, having to face them each time I moved. When I looked into a mirror, I found that there was a faint scar around one of my eyes, which was now green instead of its usual blue. My mismatched eyes just matched the rest of my body. Walking was a bit of a problem for me since one leg was longer than the other. One of the nurses at the hospital came up with a suggestion that I was a bit loathe to try at first, but eventually gave in to. She brought me a high heeled shoe, which I slipped on to my smaller foot. It gave me just enough extra boost in height for that leg that I could walk. I looked incredibly odd I'm sure, having one tennis shoe on, and one high heeled woman's shoe. But it was either that or the platform shoe which I took to wearing on that foot sometimes as well. I was greatly relieved to finally be released from the hospital, and free to go home. I wasn't sure how I was going to face Theresa's parents, and explain what happened. I'm sure that they knew, the media having gotten hold of the story. But fortunately for me, it was the National Inquirer that got the story first, making sure that no one else would believe it. I suspected that because of those government guys that had questioned me. The first time I stepped into my apartment, I got very odd looks from my neighbors, who had heard lots of rumors. I can't blame them, since I did look a little odd. I covered most of it up though by wearing loose clothes and sunglasses, making it difficult to tell. However, my odd shoe was fairly obvious, as was my breast, though I did try to hide it. When I picked up my answering machine, I was shocked to hear that I'd been fired, though I guess I couldn't blame them. All my neighbors were treating my like I was a leper, and as if I were contagious. I was even fearing that my landlord would throw me out, though without a job, I knew it wouldn't be long before he'd have an excuse. I was in despair, and extremely depressed. I felt so guilty at surviving while all friends were dead. So guilty at having my friends body parts attached to me. For some reason, I felt as if I were to blame. As if I were the one who caused their deaths. I knew that this wasn't true, but knowing something and believing it aren't always the same thing. I don't know how much longer I would have been able to keep up, to survive. In spite of the doctors who tried to help me, I was starting to seriously consider killing myself, of finishing the job that God must have meant to do earlier. I felt as if somehow I'd cheated fate and was now paying for it, with the only way to find peace being to correct that mistake. Suicide was beginning to sound very good to me, and I might even have done it if I hadn't met Sylvia. I was sitting in my apartment, drinking a beer and staring at a picture of Theresa. I looked down at my finger, seeing that I still wore the engagement ring that I'd given her. It would always remind me of what I'd lost, as if having her arm and breast wasn't enough. When someone knocked on the door, it took me a few minutes to decide to get it, fearing that it was the landlord to give me an eviction notice. Cracking the door open, I saw a rather pretty blonde woman standing there, with a large guy next to her. Both were dressed up in suits, and he looked a little less than pleasant. "May we come in?" She asked. I gestured for them to enter, smiling at the way they were both staring at my breast, that was poking out through the T shirt I was wearing. I knew that I certainly looked odd. "What can I do for you?" I asked, feeling a bit curious. I wondered if they were reporters again, but for some reason the guy made me think that they were more likely government. I snorted, thinking maybe those Men in Black here to shut me up. "It's what we can do for you" She said. "My name is Sylvia Bonner, and this" She gestured at the man who was remaining silent, "Is Paul Stone. We work for a small group..." She hesitated, "that studies extraterrestrial encounters" I snorted. "With your experience with aliens, we would like you to join our organization, and help us find out more about them." I stared at them, with the guy nodding. "You came here with a job offer?" I asked stunned. They nodded, then told me that it was much more. That they had access to more information and proof than was generally available to the public. That they wanted me there because I knew first hand what they could tell mostly from reports and the occasional piece of hard evidence. "I'll think about it." I said. "Thank you" Sylvia said, handing me a business card. "Call me here when you make up your mind." After promising that I would, I thought about it. The offer certainly sounded sincere, and I wasn't really in a position to turn down any job. I needed the money, and what's more, I realized that I needed people that wouldn't treat me like a freak. Maybe they would believe me a little more, and would treat me like a human instead of a monster. After another beer, I decided to take a walk and think about it some more. Maybe I could make up my mind. Working with aliens after what had just happened to me certainly didn't sound appealing, but maybe, just maybe I could some peace. Some reason to keep living. The next day, I still hadn't really made up my mind, and Sylvia came by again, asking if I wanted to go out to dinner with her. I was stunned that such a pretty girl would want to go out with a freak like me. I knew that it was probably just so that she could talk me into joining her group, but I didn't mind. While we were eating, she admitted that she actually found my oddities rather interesting, which amused me. So far everyone had been grossed out by them. During the rest of the date, she was very friendly, but not overly so. I think that I was beginning to like her sense of humor, but mostly, I liked that she treated me as a person, not a crazy who saw aliens or a sideshow freak. I liked that a lot. She didn't pressure me to join her group at all during dinner, and in fact barely mentioned it. Mostly, she just asked me about how it was for me to have other people's body parts. What the aliens were like. The discussion made me uncomfortable, and she accepted the change of subject very gracefully, which I appreciated. I went home, feeling better about myself than I had for some time. I still wasn't sure about what she wanted, but I was becoming more convinced that I liked her. The memory of Theresa wouldn't let me consider her for girlfriend type material, but I did think she might make a friend. After I'd said goodbye to Sylvia, I went out for a walk, cursing at the different length's of my legs, and how uncomfortable they made walking. After I'd walked a couple blocks, I realized that someone was following me. Nervously, I kept going, looking for a building to duck into or something. Unfortunately, whomever was following me realized that I saw them, and suddenly came after me quicker. Turning, I recognized one of my neighbors, Trevor. He was a 24 year old, who tended to get into a bit of trouble. I used to get along with him before my accident, but afterwards, he'd gotten very hostile. I started running, while he followed behind me gaining on me. I hobbled as fast as my legs would let me, trying to get away. Still, he chased me, calling out insults from behind me, calling out "Freak. Monster" and a few other things. There was a loud bang, and I felt a sudden pain in my hip, and fell down, in pain. Gasping, I touched my hip, where blood was pouring out, covering my hand and everything around me. Trevor came and stood above me, gun in his hand and glaring down with raw hate. "Why?" I asked him, terrified. "Because you're some kind of alien monster." He said, smirking in triumph. At that, another figure came and stood beside him, one that I recognized. It was his girlfriend, though I didn't know her name. "Lucy here's been following you around for me" Trevor said smiling, She glared at me as well, which made me wince. Obviously she shared Trevor's feelings of hatred. What was worse though, was that she pulled out a sawed off shotgun, and aimed it at my head. I gulped, knowing that this was going to be the end. I'd survived an impossible plane crash, and an alien kidnapping, only to be killed off by some redneck punk and his girlfriend. Knowing that I was going to die anyway, I lashed out with my arm, catching Trevor in the knee, making him drop to his knees, and loosen hold of the gun. Taking what opportunity I could, I grabbed for the gun, then heard another bang as pain ran through me again. I screamed out in pain, feeling my whole leg burning up. Using all my effort, I lifted the revolver, only to see Trevor turn pale and start running. The girlfriend though was still holding the shotgun, and looking pissed off. Since she was aiming at me for another shot, I panicked, and shot at her, surprised when I managed to catch her in the chest. She screamed and flew backward. I tried to sit up, but it hurt too much. My stomach was in agony, and everything hurt like hell. Just as I was beginning to lose consciousness, for what I knew would be the last time, I thought I saw the alien ship. This time when I woke up in the white room, I wasn't as surprised. I found that I could move too. As I sat up, free of pain, I noticed that the large snake headed robot was standing there. (I/we have been monitoring your systems since your repair. Your recent damages needed further repair. I/we responded) I stared at the robot. They'd bugged me. I'd heard of aliens supposedly putting tracking devices in people, but I'd never thought they'd done it to me. I'm sure that I would have been a lot angrier at it for doing that to me, but I felt to grateful for it saving my life again. Reluctantly, I looked down to see what it did to me this time, and gasped. Carefully, I touched my legs, seeing that they were completely whole. Nervously, I looked at my waist, just below my rib cage, seeing where the separation of flesh tone was. Above that, I was just as I had been, but below that.... Below that, I saw that I had the waist, legs and genitals of a woman. Shocked, I touched my new vagina, realizing that they'd repaired me with that woman that had tried to kill me. I couldn't feel guilty for that. Amazed, I stood up, finding that my legs were all even and whole. They had taken her entire lower body and transplanted it. (Your damage to your lower portion was severe. It required large scale replacement) Horrified, I thought that I'd lost my nuts. I'd lost my penis. As I touched the new slit between my legs, I shivered. Did this mean that I was now technically a woman? I wasn't quite sure. The loss of my manhood was staggering, but as I felt my legs, free of pain, I realized that I was damn lucky to be alive again. (I/we are finished with the survey and are returning to home station. I/we will be unable to continue monitoring you.) With that, I suddenly lost conciousness again. When I woke up, once again on the street, I looked around nervously noticing that there wasn't anyone in sight. That if there were any witnesses to what had happened, they were in hiding and didn't seem to want to be seen. Nervously, I looked down at my once again nude body, seeing my new legs and feeling oddly relieved. I knew that I should have been horrified to have lost my manhood, but instead, I was grateful to be alive. Being turned even more into a freak didn't seem as important. What mattered was that I was still alive. Looking around me, I found no sign of Trevor who'd run off, or of his girlfriend, which I certainly hadn't expected. What I did find, and was very grateful for, were all my clothes, and the girlfriends clothes, scattered around near me. After quickly putting back on my shirt, her pants and shoes, I dug through her purse and took out her wallet, figuring that she certainly wouldn't need the money anymore. Opening up my own wallet, I found the business card that Sylvia had given me, and smiled. After only a few seconds hesitation, I started towards the nearest phone, thinking that I had a new job, and maybe another chance. The End