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Dear Readers, This is my first attempt at fiction writing. I ask that you please give constructive comments and try to overlook the many mistakes that I am sure that I have missed. I hope that you enjoy the story. For those interested in the sexy parts those will be along in part two. ***PROLOG*** //////////////////// "We are screwed if we don't produce some results soon. How long before we can do a human test? We have until August and then the DOD grant will be past time for renewal and we will all be out of work." Joseph Briggs said as he spoke to the senior staff at the Cotler Center for Biological and Neurological Studies. "Susanne, when we met last week you said that you were almost ready for a test.. What is your status?" Susanne Hallis Director of the Memory Mapping project stood to address her fellows "we are ninety percent certain that we can map the memory and brain state of the subject and hold it in a static state while the other processes take place. All that we need ids a suitable subject." Director Briggs looked across the table at his administrative assistant. "Grace, have we located a suitable women yet?" "Joe, we have found a dozen men who meet our needs but no women. Sir it is very difficult tho find someone who has a terminal illness, good mental function and also has so few friends and family that nobody would notice them disappearing. Of the men not one is younger than seventy. Perhaps one of them could work." "Paul what do you think?" "Joe, as you know we are at least five years away from having sufficient XY DNA maps for the project. If one of the dozen prospects Grace mentioned is willing to become a woman in exchange for a second life then we can start the experiment tomorrow." Director Briggs weighed the ethics of the situation in his mind and reached a decision. "Grace, feel out your prospects discreetly. See what you can do." Grace beamed a smile at the director, coughed then spoke to the group. "I, um had our investigators do some extra things to build profiles of the prospective subjects. Mostly they inserted key loggers and tracking software on the computers of those men who were technically inclined. It appears one of our subjects has several female personas that he has built for use in chat rooms etc. Nothing pervy as far as we can tell, he seems to just want to be perceived as a female." "Details?" Joe grunted, not wanting to get his hopes up. Grace continued, "Name Henry Higgins, age 78, retired salesman for an office equipment company. divorced thirty nine years ago, never remarried. One child who died at age four. No living family. No close friends. Diagnosed with liver cancer and suffering from the usual afflictions of the elderly, otherwise in good health. His complete profile is available in my shared folder for those who wish to see it." "Okay Grace, get him here for a meeting. People, listen up. We need this man to agree. If anyone has a problem speak up now. Otherwise we are going to roll out the red carpet as soon as Mr Higgins arrives." ***Offer of a Lifetime*** //////////////////// "I had never been in a private jet before. It was not as luxurious as I had expected. I still was not sure why I was being asked to meet with these mystery scientists but a thousand dollars and a break in the endless monotony of retirement were enough for me to take a plane ride with the young woman beside me who called herself Grace, and avoided almost all of my questions. I wonder what kind of research required a tired old man like me." We arrived at the Cotler Center near midnight and I was shown to a small apartment within the Center to sleep for the evening. "I will at ten tomorrow morning to take you to meet with the staff." Grace said to me as she let herself out. I hung up my suit - always wear a suit to a meeting, it will help people take you seriously - and examined my surroundings. There was a kitchenette near the setting area with a two burner cooktop, small fridge, sink and dishwasher. A sitting area with a couch a comfortable chair in floral prints and a television on the wall. in back was a bedroom also done in floral patterns with a queen size bed, night stand and dresser made of light maple. I thought it odd to have this little apartment in a research institute, but then, I knew nothing about research. Sleep was difficult, as usual. I had not slept well in several years. All part of getting older I suppose. I was showered and dressed by seven and spent the morning watching the news and drinking coffee, which my doctor had been telling me to give up. I wished that I had a computer with internet access. I could have spent the time visiting with some of my online friends. I often wished that I could meet them in person but they all knew me as Jennifer or Christen. I hated to lie but, I had always felt that I should have been born a girl and this was the only way to even come close to being one. --- The meeting was interesting. There were only four people besides me in the room. Joseph the boss, Susanne and Paul who were scientists and Grace who was the Boss's assistant. I did not understand most of what the tall geek in the glasses, Paul was saying but the gist of it was that they could give me back my youth if I volunteered to be their test subject. I was looking at several 3D renderings of what a randomly generated new me might look like. I was apparently going to be their proof of concept case. They needed a live test in order to continue their great work. The procedure involved mapping my brain's neural connections and holding the pattern while my body was literally changed into an energy state and reassembled from a new data set pulled from the genetic library they had spent the last several years building. Paul was saying, "I was fascinated by the transporter beam in the Star trek television show as a kid, but could never figure out how something like that might work. I mean how do you change matter to energy and then beam the energy someplace else and have it reassemble. I did however hit upon the idea that if I had a proper data set I could generate a new body in the same place. I soon discovered that the mind needed to be somehow held in stasis for the transformation and reintroduced to the new brain as the transformation finishes. Thank god I met Susanne when I did. Her brilliant work in cybernetics and crystal lattice memory induction provide the solution that we needed. All of our animal tests have been positive. Learned behaviors were the same after the procedure as before." The only problem was that they apparently had to have a huge number of genetic maps which has been tediously screened to remove unwanted genetics such as sickle cell anaemia. the gene pares were then randomized and reassembled in a separate file to create the code for a new unique individual. The decision gad been made early on to concentrate on women because of their XX chromosome structure. It was felt that processing the XX chromosomes would prove to be slightly faster with the methods available to them. I started asking questions at this point. It seemed that their problem was that they were asking me to live out my dearest fantasy. One I had since I was four years old. "Why can't you just create a young new me?" I asked, because I thought that the question was obvious. The Director answered, "It is because you are old and there is so much damage to your genome at this point that you would come through as a young man who would soon be dead from cancer." In the short term this process will be for military personnel who would otherwise die but as we refine the process we hope that all children will eventually be mapped. Think of it. A person might be able to live for hundreds of years!" "So why didn't you find some old lady instead of a guy?" Grace said, "We have tried. Unfortunately our data show that you are the best candidate." "But why?" Grace looked to her boss and he nodded "Henry, we know who you are online. That is what makes you the best candidate at this time. It would not be ethical to ask for someone who did not want it to undergo this kind of culture shock." To say I was stunned would be an understatement. I had been so careful, and these strangers knew everything. "Okay you have me there, I would like to take a few minutes in my room to think then I will have more questions for Susanne and Paul." This was it everything I had ever wanted being offered with minimal strings. A new identity a new life to live the chance to be the girl of my dreams. The only drawbacks were the possibility of death of losing all of my memories. I had enough bad memories that loosing a few would not bother me at all. Death did not bother me that much, I was dieing slowly anyway. A complete loss of my personality did bother me though. Susanne had a lot of convincing to do. She was the one that had the responsibility if preserving my mind. I think that I had already decided to do it. I just wanted to be convinced even more. Back in the meeting room I grilled Susanne for an hour until I was convinced that she was convinced that I would still be me if I did this. I then asked Paul what I would look like. He babbled about the random selection process and screening for bad recessive genes, and uncertainty. I had the feeling that he wasn't saying everything and that it was not me he was hiding from. "Okay Susanne, I believe that you can do it. I am a bit tired now I would like to lie down for a while. Paul, perhaps we could talk for a bit this afternoon? You could stop by my room when you have time." "Sure thing. How about I drop by around two." My nap was full of dreams in the only one I remember I was trying to put my suit on for the meeting but it was too large and the legs were much too long. Paul arrived and we took seeks in the tiny apartment's sitting area. I decided that the direct approach would work best and formulated my game plan for this conversation. "So, what other questions do you have Mr. Higgins?" "I think that you can tell me what I will look like. Not only that I think that the reason that you started with women's DNA is that you like creating photos like the example photo that you displayed in the meeting. It is my guess that somewhere in your super computer is your idea of a perfect woman." I could tell Paul was taken aback. "How did you ..." He shut up. "Here is the deal. I will say yes and you and I will design what I will look like. I get to be a beautiful girl. You get to see your finest work walking around, I will be happy and the director will be happy because whatever deadline you people seem to be under has been met." "But the randomization process has to be tested too!" Paul exclaimed. Seeing my opening I said, "Okay you can obviously preview what these random girls look like. How about generation several and letting me pick. Please Paul. To you it is an experiment but it will be my entire life. I don't want to be ugly. I know that sounds bad but there it is." Paul blinked a few times before he answered. "Yes I think I can get the director to agree to that. What kind of features were you thinking of. You understand that we can only go so far in assuring the outcome. We are not completely sure what any gene combination will look like. The photos from the meeting are only the best guess that we can generate based on our statistical model." "Great," I said, "I know I can count on you." ***The Deal Is Closed*** //////////////////// I started my new life at nine the next morning. After reading and re- reading the contract several times and making a few small changes I signed the document that gave the Center permission to create a new me. Grace then escorted me down to the second floor to a small but comfortable office to meet Samantha Watts the staff psychologist. She was in her late twenties with straight medium brown hair and looked very fit. As the introductions were made She asked me to call her Samantha or Sam rather than Dr. Watts. She did not seem to be full of her own importance. I felt an immediate liking for her. After Grace left the office Samantha motioned me to sit in one of a pair of comfortable chairs near the window. "So, how are you feeling about the Change?" I could hear the capital C. Deciding that I no longer had anything to hide I told the truth. "I am honestly excited. I have never felt at home in my body I dealt with is as well as I could though." "You could have gotten gender reassignment" "No. I could never have faced what those people go through. I guess I just didn't have the bal... courage for something like that," I told her thinking of all of the times that I had worried about the opinions of people who I did not even know or care about any more. "But this could kill you or perhaps wipe all of your memories. Isn't that worrying to you? She asked me with a serious tone. "Not really Samantha, I have lived an entire life worrying about the future. This once I am going to try to just go with it and see what happens. Besides I am dieing slowly as we speak. You know, I was talking to my doctor about my options, but he was not encouraging. The worst that could happen is better by far than anything that would happen if I told the Director no." "Alright, I am satisfied that you are making a reasoned decision. Congratulations. You have passed the first test," she said. "We are going to talk a lot more over the next few days. I need to build a baseline profile of you for comparison and evaluation." Samantha went on, "I will be with you for many years after your transformation. The contract calls for seven years of follow-up interviews so we need to get the baseline observations as detailed as I possibly can in the time we have." We spoke for more than an hour, until interrupted by Grace who said it was time for my first series of brain scans. The next few days revolved around long sessions of neuromapping broken up by periods of answering hundreds of questions about my life for later testing. One afternoon I was summoned back to the meeting room. Paul, Susanne and Joe the Director were there. Joe spoke, "Alright Henry. Paul has put in a lot of extra hours to provide you with a choice. Here are five options" he said as he handed me a stack of folders. "Take the rest of the day to look over everything. Sign off in the space indicated of the version that you find most acceptable and give it to Grace when she brings your dinner. Tomorrow we will make history." "I'll see you then," Joe said as he left the room. "He has an unbelievable amount of paperwork to do before we can throw the switch," Susanne said in a sympathetic voice. "Let's take a look at these shall we?" Paul said sitting down next to me. In each folder there was a small print showing the probable outward appearance of the described set of DNA. As I looked at my choices I realized that Paul had not just given me five choices. He had given me the best five out of who knows how many tries. All of the women shown were incredibly attractive. Over the next hour Susanne and Paul explained the charts and data that told each options potential strengths and weaknesses. I finally my final choice was the third folder. If things went as planned I would be an extremely healthy woman although a bit shorter than average. Genetically disposed to have a petite build, with brown hair and gray or green eyes. She was the shortest option but her face was stunningly beautiful. I would light skin with smallish breasts .Paul told me that the data indicated that there was an eighty-three percent probability that I would end up with a B cup. He seemed disappointed but that was fine with me. Susanne took me back to her lab for her people to take another set of scans in preparation for tomorrow . She assured me that all of her data indicated the I would still be me when I awoke. I was not allowed dinner that night or the next morning. Before I was to be taken to the basement they brought me to an examining room where a nurse that I had seen before, administered an enema and shaved all of the hair off of my body - even my eyebrows - with the explanation that the less non living mass that the process had to deal with the better. Grace and Samantha rescued me as the nurse was finishing up. "Mr. Higgins please come with us. It is time to start the process. Grace said while leading me out of the room. Samantha chimed in, "How are you feeling? It is normal to experience some nervousness in a totally new situation, but don't worry this process has been tested on several kinds of non human with great success. Everything will be fine." She chattered on until we reached a large steel door that resembled a bank vault deep in the subbasement. I realized that she had been deliberately distracting me and I was grateful. My stomach felt like a thousand butterflies were flying around inside and they all wanted out. The room inside was smaller than I had thought it would be. About the size of a two car garage with a machine at one end that looked like some kind of small steampunk submarine split in two halves. Thick yellow cables snaked around the room secured to the walls with large blue brackets. There were Caution and High Voltage signs everyplace I looked. "Good morning Henry," Paul call from a bank of controls in a caged area opposite from the submarine thing. "You know Director Briggs, and these are representatives of our sponsoring organization here to observe the process." He indicated a man and woman who had been talking to the Director as we entered. "Hello," I said. "I hope that you enjoy the show." Not knowing what else to say. The man just snorted at my feeble attempt at humor. The woman smiled at me and said, "If everything goes as Joseph says it will I am sure we all will." "Please strip down and lay down in the transformation pod" said Paul with no regard for my body inhibitions. With nothing else to do I quickly disrobed and climbed into the pod. The inside was filled with a clingy goo that felt slimy as it molded itself to my body. The nurse who had shaved me earlier entered and gave me a shot that would put me to sleep. Paul began to explain what was about to happen so that the V.I.P. guests would appreciate his genius. He really had underdeveloped social skills I thought to myself. He sounds so pompous "After the subject looses consciousness Dr. Susanne Hallis will insert several probes into the brain to obtain final readings and secure the subjects personality in the crystal lattice storage facility. Next we will lower the lid and secure ourselves behind this Faraday cage. " He went on "After we are secure we will initiate the process which will take about six seconds and require the full output of ..." About that time I drifted away. ***A Shiny New Body*** //////////////////// My first memories of my new life are of bright lights and excited voices. I was still in the same pod but I couldn't seem to sit up. Paul was standing over me ,"How do you feel?" "Murgurgrumrphm" was all that I could manage. I became upset and tried to get up again but all that I managed to do was splash goo from the pod all over Paul. I felt a small pain in my arm and then everything faded. The next time I woke up I was in a hospital bed in a windowless room. Paul, Susanne and Samantha were all there. Susanne explained that they thought had happened. "You have been in a coma like state for five weeks. With such a radically different nervous system we think your brain will just need some time to relearn how to control to your new body. All of our animal tests were male to male or female to female so this is an untried variable. Try to blink twice if you understand." I found that I could blink twice, "Mugglwumph," I said meaning yes, obviously I can blink, but apparently they didn't speak my language. Susanne went on, "Research with stroke victims indicate that sleep may be the best thing for your situation. We plan to let you sleep as much as you want for a couple of weeks with some physical therapy when you are awake." The second time I awoke - four days later - Samantha was there and asked me lots of yes or no questions to establish that I was still me. She seemed very concerned for me. Her concern made me happy. The next time I woke Joseph the director of Cotler Center was at my bedside looking a bit nervous. "Well, Um. Yes uh almost everything went exactly as we thought it would. You are a complete vindication of the principal of human transformation. There is a tiny problem from your point of view your body appears to be about fifteen not the mid twenties that our calculations indicated you would be." I wanted to say, "Great now what am I supposed to do?" All that came out was, "Wha?" though. "Don't worry, the Center will take care of you. After all, you are what is going to keep the funding flowing. A second puberty is probably a small price to bay for a second chance at life." He continued, "I have received the first part of your new identity from our contacts in the government. Here is your new birth certificate school transcripts and social security card. Apparently you are now Emily Danielle Drake. Age 15 and presently being home schooled. Samantha has volunteered to be your legal guardian until you are eighteen. I trust that you are okay with that. The two of you seem to get along well." "Yes," I blinked. He continued, "The center will pay you a small monthly stipend for your continued cooperation with the project. As you know we converted your retirement account to cash before the change and our lawyers will deposit the money in an investment account for you. You will not be financially harmed by this I promise you." I made rapid progress relearning motor skills because my brain knew how to control my old body, it just needed to rewire itself to communicate properly with the new equipment. The brain rewiring process involved a three weeks of migraine headaches. I tell you straight I wanted to die. I had never been in so much pain. When it was over I could move again but I felt incredibly awkward. During the next four weeks of physical therapy. I gained full control of my new body and spent most of every day with Samantha who, being a psychologist, was instrumental in getting me through the emotional struggles of relearning my motor skills. I had to learn to walk and talk and write again. I even learned to have a girls handwriting. It was a really frustrating time for me but every day I got better at making my body do what I wanted it to do. I realize that I have neglected to describe myself yet. My new body felt great. It is seriously better to be a young girl than an old man. If you get the choice I suggest you try it. My energy level was through the roof compared to the old me. I loved the sound of my voice . I noticed I was picking up a slight southern accent from Samantha who had been raised in Georgia. I was now 163 centimeters tall or five feet three inches tall and would probably get a little taller. My eyes were hazel, not the gray that we had expected. I had medium brown hair that was coming in nicely. When I had come out of the pod I had no hair toe nails or finger nails. It hurts to grow new nails! I did have a nice even teeth though. Paul tried to explain why but there was so much jargon in the discussion that I could not follow it. I had a slim build and small breasts. I felt that my face was just about perfect. I went through a brief narcissistic phase. I really loved the new me. All of it. Yes, I explored everything. No, I am not ready to tell you about it. I was even more fascinated by my first period then anything else. I was like the ugly duckling that discovered it was not a swan but a total babe. I made a really odd teenager though. One night a month after my physical therapy program had turned into an exercise and weight training program, Samantha stopped by my room on her way out and caught me watching a financial show on the Bloomberg network. With a roll of her eyes she sat down on the couch next to me. "Alright Emily you need to break out of your old habits! I am supposed to teach you how to fit in, not let you be the class dork. From now on you can read Seventeen and Marie Claire and I only want you to watch kids channels and music channels." "Kids channels?" I asked. "As in cartoons?" "Yes you need to develop a common frame of reference with your new age mates. We can cover some of your oddness with the fact that you were supposedly home schooled, but if you have no idea who Spongebob Squarepants is then you will never fit in." "Who?" ***Moving Into the World*** //////////////////// When the weather got warm, Samantha moved us to a small house a few miles from the Center. I was able to move my body without having to think about it first by then, so it was the perfect time to start learning to be a teenager. Samantha let me know that I would be the star attraction at a progress review in late August and she wanted me to be in shape both mentally and physically. Samantha had moved In the week before while I was studying for standardised tests so that I could attend the high school in the fall. It is amazing what I did not remember after fifty-six years of not attending school. On the day of the move I finally learned that I now lived in the town of Rock Hill which was a college town about an hour's drive from a major Midwestern city. I had been so self absorbed the last few weeks that I hadn't bothered to ask anyone. "Well here it is," Sam told me as we pulled up to a small ranch house that looked appropriate for a young psychologist and her ward. It was a average looking brick and siding three bedroom ranch style house built in the 1970's. The neighborhood looked nice enough. I saw a few kids outside, none my 'age' though. "The Center bought me this house." She continued, "They didn't think it was appropriate to have you live in my one bedroom apartment down town. I suppose I should thank you Emily . I am going to miss all of the cute college boys on Hartford Avenue though." She showed me to my room and I put my one bag of belongings on the bed. "Emily, the Director gave me the rest of the week to get you settled in. How about I help you do your makeup and we can go buy you some new clothes." "You bet," I said we headed for her room and she gave me my first lesson in applying make-up. When we were finally ready to leave, I was had on a red tee shirt shorts and sandals All very plain but the best I had. At the Center I had spent all of my time in shapeless gray workout clothes. We did not head for the mall as I had expected but to a discount store. While walking in from the parking lot Samantha explained the deal to me. "I have been given permission to put your startup expenses on my company card but I only have a $1500 limit so we are stopping here for the basics. I know that sounds like a lot of money but you need everything. We will start with a dozen panties, two or three sports bras - we will get you some good bras at the mall -, a few pairs of shorts and some basic tops and a couple of pieces of inexpensive jewelry. That will take two or three hundred dollars." She caught her breath before continuing to tell me everything that I lacked. "You are gonna need a phone, and not some big numbered old man phone. I mentioned good bras - those will run $25 each easy. You will need a swimming suit, running shoes a couple more pairs of sandals and some flats. Also I know that you will want at least one pair of heals but we are going to start with no more than two inches high. After we get you a couple of skirts and some names brand stuff there will probably be enough left to get your ears pierced and buy you a couple nice pairs of earrings and enough makeup to get you started. "Wow," I said with a grin. "It sounds like you have everything all figured out." Despite my former fantasy life as a woman I had never thought about what I would need just to function in everyday life. "I am worried about getting you off on the right foot. I want you to be able to fit in and make friends. Honestly Emily you make a pretty abnormal teenager. You don't talk correctly for the age that you are. And I have seen you try to dance. You have a lot of work to do and dressing appropriately will send the right signal." I nodded thinking about all of the expensive suits that I had in my old closet. I understood about dressing the part. So much for the leather miniskirt that I had fantasized about. The rest I would learn. I planned to join a dance aerobics class, and I had given up on watching any television news. After our day of shopping I was exhausted. I still lacked good muscle tone in spite of all of the physical therapy. Samantha and I decided to spend the evening in front of the TV. Sam turned on American Idol but we mostly talked about our living arrangements. "So Emily, I run or do yoga every morning before work. If you really want to get in shape I would love to have company." "I would love to Samantha. That is if you can put up with my slowness." "Great we will start at six tomorrow morning," she smiled. "Now for the difficult part. I am your guardian so I am going to need you to respect the boundaries and limits that I set. That means age appropriate curfews as well as treating me as an adult especially around any friends that you make. If it helps think of me as your Aunt." I really didn't have a problem with having a guardian. I had thought about it a lot and come to the conclusion that had I come through the change as an adult I would have failed. As a fifteen year old I had a little more room to experiment and make mistakes. I smiled and gave Samantha a hug, "Anything you say Aunt Sammi" She just laughed and hugged me back Over the next week I began to establish a pattern. I would get up and run or do yoga with 'aunt Sammi' then I would fix us breakfast as she got ready for work. She still had to go in every day. I think mostly to give me some space and write reports about me. We would eat and she would head in to work while I cleaned up and worked on school work. I was having to relearn lots of things. History was definitely taught differently from when I was a kid the first time. Then I would watch television for a couple of hours and really study the teen characters. I thought a lot about how I wanted my life to be during this time. I resolved to make and keep more friends this time around. I had cared more for money than relationships in my younger years and ended up quite lonely because of it. I had been touched by Samantha's concern for getting me the most for the money during our shopping trip. The Director had obviously never told her about transferring my retirement money to my new name. While not wealthy I did have access to $135,000 sitting in a savings account waiting for me to choose how to invest it. About three weeks after moving in to the house I was really getting into running. I had started to do a slow three mile run every evening to the park and back. Anyway on this particular day I met Molly. I was cooling down by doing some stretches in the front yard when a blond haired girl came out of the front door of the house two doors down the street to walk her toy pincer. As she passed I said hello and she stopped to talk. "Hi, I'm Molly and this is Fred," she said indicating the dog. "I didn't realize that any kids lived here." She was a little bit taller than me but no more developed. in the chest. She had braces and a nice smile. She was wearing "We just moved in," I said. "That's a cute dog. My name is Emily," I said getting up off of the ground. "He is a pain in the butt. Fred belongs to my older sister but she can't have him in the dorm." "What grade are you in Emily? Where were you before this?" I will be a sophomore at central high. I used to live in Arizona and some other places. My parents died a while ago and I live with my guardian Samantha now," I said being completely accurate. "You mean the lady that drives the VW bug? When I saw you I figured she was an older sister or something." "What do you do for fun around here Molly?" I said to change the subject, also I thought this was a good as any other time to introduce myself to my new age mates. "There is not much to do except hang out or go to the mall or go to the pool. Sometimes there will be a party when somebody's parents go out of town." "What kind of music were you listening to?" She pointing at the mp3 player strapped to my left arm. I knew this was a make or break question with most teens. "The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, MGMT, The latest stuff from Metric. Stuff like that." I had been listening to the music that Samantha liked that had been produced in the last four years. Those were some of the groups that I had decided that I liked. That was also about the only music that I owned at this point. "So what do you like to listen to?" "Oh, cool," she said. I could tell she was not convinced of my taste level, but seemed willing to give me the benefit of the doubt. "I like Katy Perry, and Arcade Fire, some Pink. I really like Katy Perry's new song," she said giving me cause to doubt her taste. I must be getting the hang of this teenage stuff I thought. We chatted a bit more and apparently I seemed to meet her potential friend threshold so she asked if I wanted to go to the pool with her and her friends tomorrow. I happily accepted the invitation and we parted agreeing that she would come over at 9:30 and we would walk to the pool together. When Samantha got home I told her all about my encounter. I was really excited. This was unlike my old self. I often turned down chances to meet people when I had been a man. I think it was mostly that I was so comfortable as the new me that I wanted to share my total awesomeness with the world. (Did I mention I was still having a slight problem with narcissism that Samantha was working on with me.) Also I wanted to be popular. Yes that sounds shallow but it is the truth. In my high school fantasy I wanted to be the female version of Ferris Bhuller. I would settle for as many friends as I could get and I was going to start with Molly. Samantha gave me some tips for the next day such as to memorize the name of everyone I met and to call them by their name when I spoke to anyone. Ask a lot of questions about them, and give compliments if I could. ***Summer *** //////////////////// The next morning after yoga in the back yard with Samantha I was looking at myself the mirror. My bedroom had mirrored doors so it gave me a full view of myself. All of the exercise and stretching was toning me up. Samantha being a nutrition nazi was also helpful. While not a strict vegetarian since my transformation I had been eating a very vegetarian-ish diet. That had apparently been due to Samantha's influence. I had to admit that it worked for her. I had convinced myself that bacon would never taste as good as looking like I did felt. I had a cute short hair cut that framed my face to good effect my breasts were small but firm, and I thought that my pink nipples looked cute. It was kind of weird but I did not have a mole or noticeable freckles. I am sure I had Paul to thank for that. My belly was flat and starting to show a little muscle definition. I had, with Samantha's help been waxing my pubic hair since we had moved here, so there would be no embarrassing stray hairs. I had carefully shaved my legs in the shower that morning, which was something I usually did every three or four days at most. I felt that this was a bit of a debut for me and I wanted to look perfect. After I finished admiring myself I put on my Swimsuit. I had first chosen a one piece with a lot of skirt like ruffles but thankfully I had been overruled by Samantha and now wore a purple bikini top with matching boyshort bottoms over this I had slipped on a pair of comfortable cotton shorts and A tie died graphic tee that said 'Chillin' with my gnomies' with a picture of three garden gnomes on the front. As we walked across the park two girls got off of a bench and approached us. As they closed the distance between us she called "Hey guys, this is Emily the girl that I told you about. Then turned to me "these are my friends Jen and Crista. Jen is the shorter one with light blond hair and Crista is the darker blond with the yellow shirt." I said hello and we entered the pool. We hurried through the dressing room so we could claim a good spot with lounge chairs near the fence where our towels wouldn't get wet. As I took off my shirt and shorts as we were getting set up I noticed Crista checking me out. "Damn girl," she said, "you are so hot. Do you have a boyfriend yet." Molly cut her off. "She just moved in. Give the girl some time! Besides, Brandon Jones has been checking her out since we got in the door." She tossed her head to indicate a lifeguard that was not paying the least bit of attention to the kids in the shallow end. I felt my face flush and hoped that they would think my red face was from the heat. I could see that I had not thought about the implications of going to the public pool. I knew that the lifeguard was thinking about what I would look like naked. I found the thought a bit exciting but I wasn't ready to deal with that yet. So I said with a big smile to my companions "I don't want to even think about a boyfriend until I make some real friends." We spent the morning getting to know each other and I was careful to ask a lot of questions, call each one by name and answer using the same kind of slang that they were. I got meet some of the other girls that I would be going to school with. We did not even get wet until the it was almost noon, when Molly wanted to cool off. We decided to have lunch in the concession area of the pool after we had cooled off. As we were sitting around an umbrella shaded table talking about what to do when we were done at the pool, a rowdy group of six guys of about our age grabbed the table next to us. Jen whispered to me, "Don't encourage them to come over here. The one in the blue trunks is Mark, my ex-boyfriend. He dumped me for Courtney Meeks at the end of last school year." I obviously had to see who she was talking about. I casually glanced over and saw an athletic looking boy with curly brown hair, a big nose and a raging case of acne. In spite of our efforts to not be noticed, the boys started in on Jen almost immediately. Apparently Mark had told his buddies about all of the things Jen did (not) do with him. He had them convinced that she was a sex crazed nympho. They probably didn't believe it butt she was an easy target. I wondered if I was that much of a jerk when I was a guy. "Just ignore them," Molly said with anger in her voice as Jen's shoulders began to shake. She was crying. "Jen," I said, "is any of that true?" "No we only kissed" she whispered back. "He never even tried to go further! I would have probably let him if he had." I spoke just loud enough so the guys could hear me. "Really Pizza Face? You don't look like you could even get it up, Let alone do the acrobatics that you are talking about. Have you ever heard the saying 'pictures or it didn't happen?' Even your little butt boys probably don't believe you." I waited a moment for the stunned little jerk to respond, then continued, "Truth is you made it all up didn't you Little Dick? Truth is, hot girls like Jen make you too nervous to get it up. Tell me I'm lying, Little Dick!" At that point I learned that I had hit all of the right buttons. Mark's face went beet red, as he started yelling at me "Who the hell are you? You don't know me bitch, so shut your whore mouth! I bet you would like it if I took out my man meat right here, wouldn't you?" Yes, he said man meat. It was all I could do to keep a straight face. I had seen the aquatics director coming out of the concession stand behind the boys' table, so I put on my best hurt look and kept my mouth shut. It took him about three seconds to reach Mark and get him in some kind of painful arm lock. "What is going on here?" he said as Mark grunted in pain. "He was saying awful things about my friend" I said pointing to Jen who was doing that unattractive sniffing thing everyone does when trying to stop crying. "I told him I thought he was lying then he got mad." Which was as close to the truth as I felt like going. Mark helped things along at that point by using the evil C word in reference to the four of us. The director said, "Alright you are coming to the office and we are going to give your folks a call!" "They are at work and can't take calls," Mark said trying to think of a way out of the situation. The pool guy came back with "Then we will call the police and you can wait at the station for your parents to get home from work." "My dad's cell is 555-1234," Mark backtracked. All of us, even his friends laughed at him then. "I had better not have any trouble with you other boys the rest of the day or I will ban you from the pool" the aquatics director said giving them a pretty good wrath of god look. When Mark was gone Jen gave me a hug and said, "Thank you. I don't understand why he was being so mean to me. I never did anything to hurt him. Why would someone say those things? I really liked him." "I don't know, some people just can't feel good unless someone else is feeling bad," I said thinking that I probably understood Mark a lot better than that. I told myself again that I was going to be a much nicer and friendlier person this time around. "Why don't we head back to my house," Crista said. I think we all wanted to be away from there so we agreed immediately. One of the guys that had been with Mark walked up as we were getting our stuff. "Hey, uh, look I am sorry Jen for laughing at you back there. We all know he is full of crap." Jen just looked at him for a moment and went back to putting on her sandals. She probably did not trust her not to start crying again. Crista said, "This is a bad time Jeff." I chimed in with, "If you are really sorry keep your friend from doing this again. He really hurt her back there." Jeff held his hands up and took a step back. He was not a guy to let a little social awkwardness stand in the way of an opening. "Hey, I will do my best. I'm Jeff Rose by the way, are you new around here? Will you be at Central this fall? Maybe we could do something." "I'm Emily. I am sure you are a nice guy, but you need to go away now." "Where do you live? When school starts maybe we can walk together." He did not know when to cut his losses. Molly ended it by saying, "Jeff, go away now or I'll tell my brother that you were bothering us." The rest of the day we rehashed Jen's month long romance with Mark. I also learned that Molly had a brother who was a linebacker on the football team and would be a senior this year. So her threat was probably a pretty good one. Chapter 6 The rest of the summer passed quickly for me. I kept running and eating right. Studying took a lot of time. On Wednesday's I would ride in to the Center for a day long series of tests and interviews. Tuesday and Thursday evenings I had dance aerobics. I had signed up for the wrong nights so I was in a class full of 30 something Moms trying to get back into shape. It was okay though it let me learn some moves without fear of looking uncool. When I had time I hung out with my new friends during the day. We swam a lot. That guy Jeff finally got the message that I was not interested but he always said hello and tried to be friendly. On the weekend we went to the movies and hung out at the mall. I told Samantha everything that she wanted to know abut my new life. She was awesome. I haven't said much about her but she had given me so much advice on how I might handle different situations better. I know that my new friends were much closer to me because I had listened to her. She knew that I wanted to be liked and to be a good friend and she was teaching me how to do it without turning into a doormat or a bitch. Before I knew it. It was back to school time and I needed some new clothes. I had quietly moved some money out of the brokerage account and into a personal checking account. I asked Samantha to help me and she said, "Oh Emily I would be happy to go with you. I am so sorry but I don't think that the director will let be buy any more clothes for you. We have been told to cut back on expenses at the Center." "Aunt Sammi," I said, "don't you worry your pretty little head. I have a bunch saved from my stipend and I moved some money into my checking to cover this. Hey, if you let me, I will treat you to a couple of outfits." She was giving me an odd look when she said, "I forget that you aren't really a kid sometimes. Just how much did you plan on spending?" "I have about $3,500. You know I get $200 in cash every Wednesday for going in, and I never spend much of that." "Okay," she said, "but I will want two outfits and a pair of shoed then, little miss moneybags." Shopping was... fun, exhausting, relaxing and stressful all at the same time. We came home with a car load of stuff for both of us. I was happy to be able to get her something nice. She has confided that she was going to be late getting in on Saturday because she was going on a date. I was happy for her because I know that I had killed her social life for at least the last eight months. So I asked if it would be okay if I stayed over at Jen's house. There was going to be a back to school party at someone named Brad's house and he lived near to her place. "Yes," she said. Then she did a fake cry. "My little girl's first kegger. You are growing up so fast. It is that kind of party isn't it?" I nodded. Well just don't drink. Seriously. If you want to drink do it here. That little body of yours will be drunk on half of a beer. Then you will wake up with no panties wondering what happened." I laughed. "I am serious Emily. You are a beautiful girl and the world is full of bad people. Your friends seem pretty level headed, but your body has all of those hormones raging through it encouraging you to take risks." She wagged her finger at me. "Remember there is a fine line between risky and stupid and it will only take a little alcohol to blur that line for you." "Yes aunt Sammi," I said in as sweet of a voice as I could, knowing that after her little lecture it would irritate her. --- The party was exactly what one would expect. We arrived at around ten o'clock I met Brad who was a very drunk Senior who said his parents were away on a short vacation, and could I please show him my tits. "No Brad, not tonight," I said with a laugh because I enjoyed the effect that I sometimes had on boys. "Why don't you just tell us where the beer is," I finished touching him lightly on the arm . That was one of Samantha's Jedi mind tricks. Guys find it very attractive but it doesn't give them a 'go for it' signal. After we got our drinks Beer for them and water for me because I had promised to be good. Crista asked me, "How did you shoot him down without pissing him off? If he had asked to see my tits I think we would have gotten thrown out after I finished." "It was a Jedi Mind Trick. He didn't mean anything by it. He is drunk and that was the first thing that came across his mind. It is quite a compliment really. If you think about it. So, I just acted like he had complimented me and everything was good." We ended up in the back yard talking to some girls that were going to be Juniors we chatted about everything. One of them even liked the same music that I did. Everything was going well. Then suddenly it wasn't. Mike, The jerk from the pool was standing right behind me, and he was drunk. He was also angry. It must be difficult to stay mad for half of the summer but he had managed it. Probably because he had been grounded until that day. "Well, if it isn't the little bitch that ruined my summer. I lost my girlfriend because of you! I ought to slap the shit out of you, you evil little whore." This, I thought, is not going to go well. I was trying to figure out how to get out of the mess that I was in when Brandon Jones the lifeguard from the pool that had been watching me all summer walked up, and stepped between us. "Is there a problem here dude?" he said. Laying his strong left hand on Mike's shoulder. I noticed that he kept his right arm slightly back as if he wanted to be ready to take a swing. Mike immediately backed down from the older boy. "No problem man," he said. "I was just leaving." Jeff and another of Mike's friends came up at that moment. Jeff apologized for Mike and promised to take him home. As Mike left, Brandon turned to face me. "Hi, I hope you don't mind me doing that. I am Brandon Jones. I saw you at the pool a few times." It was all that I could do to keep from laughing. The dude had practically stripped me naked with his eyes every time I was at the pool. Some girls might have been bothered by that but I liked the attention. After all he had never bothered me. "Hi Brandon, thanks for stepping in I really appreciate it. Yeah, I have noticed you looking a me a few times." He turned red with embarrassment realizing how obvious he had been. I smiled to take any sting out of what I had said and did the arm touch thing. Thanks for saving me. I really don't mind you watching me. I thought it was kind of cute." Then I surprised myself by raising up on my toes and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Brandon seemed surprised too. "Uh, Do you want to grab a seat and talk? I'd like to get to know you." I looked at my friends. Molly winked at me as Crista said, "We will catch up with you later Emily." Jen just smiled. They were trying to help. I was not sure I was up for this. All summer I had been avoiding boys for a few of reasons. One I was still learning to be me and didn't want to get distracted. Another reason was that although I had always thought of myself as a girl all of those years of bring a man had trained to act a certain way towards men. And lastly I was enjoying being one of the girls but something in me said 'robbing the cradle' whenever I thought about having a boyfriend. Although if I dated an adult, they would be put on some kind of perv list and thrown in jail. It had been my plan to take a year and just stay away from boys. With the body and face I had been given it was going to be difficult to do that. I guess I should have been more careful in what I gad asked for. I am not really complaining. I knew that looking good was definitely going to be a better deal in the long run. "Sure Brandon, Let's talk." As we got to know each other I waited for him to work himself up to asking me out. It took him a while but he finally managed to say "So, would you go with me?" What could I say but yes? "Sure Brandon, I would love to." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// //////////////////// END PART 1 ////////////////////////////////////// //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////