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***Previously *** ////////////////////
Henry Higgins a 78 year old man has been transformed into a 15 year old
girl named Emily Drake through a poorly explained scientific process.
Part one chronicled her first few months as a teenager ending with an
end-of-summer party at which Emily was asked out on a date by an 'older'
guy.
***After the Party *** ////////////////////
Brandon and I had been chatting for about 20 minutes when my three best
friends Crista, Molly and Jen rescued me. It was almost midnight and we
needed to be back at Crista's house by 12:15 a.m.. It would take us
about ten minutes to get back to Crista's house where we were all
spending the night. I said good night to Brandon and he gave me a quick
kiss. He was shy with all of my friends right there, for which I was
grateful.
I had many things that I needed to talk over with my guardian Samantha,
who was also the psychologist responsible for documenting my progress
for the Cotler Center for Biological and Neurological Studies. The
Center had a huge interest in my continued sanity. Unfortunatly,
talking to Samantha would have to wait. Even if I walked home she was on
her first date since before my transformation and I was not about to
interrupt.
Anyway, as soon as the four of us were out on the sidewalk, the
questions started. "Did he ask you out?" Crista wanted to know.
"Yes"
"Did you say yes? He is so cute!" Molly said. "I told you that first day
at the pool that het had the hots for you."
Jen who had probably drank more than the other two began repeating in a
singsong voice "Emily got a boyfriend. Emily got a boyfriend."
"Yes, I am going to go out with him. He did stop a bad situation from
happening." After actively avoiding boys all summer I was ready for them
to tease me mercilessly.
Instead Molly let out a sigh. "Great! We all were starting to think you
might be totally into girls or something. Not that there is anything
wrong with that. I mean, you are gorgeous, and all of the guys at the
pool this summer were always giving you the eye, but you never seemed to
check them out at all."
I laughed, thinking that I should pay more attention to Samantha's how
to act like a girl lessons. "No guys. This is a new town for me, and
I've told you before that I want to make some real friends before I
worry about boyfriends."
"That's so sweet," said Jen stopping her annoying singsong. "Ya gotta be
careful with guys though," she continued drunkenly. "They can be real
asses."
Jen had a bad experience with a vindictive ex boyfriend whose hatred had
also rubbed off onto me after I had gotten him in trouble the first day
had I met Jen and Crista.
We dissected my conversation with Brandon the rest of the way home. Then
we talked about boys in general until we were too tired to talk.
***An Encounter in the Shower *** ////////////////////
The next morning I got home around nine. The other girls weren't feeling
well after having gotten a bit buzzed from the beer they had drank. I
had given them a sickeningly cheerful goodbye this morning and left them
to their shared misery. I could hardly wait to talk to Samantha so I
jogged most of the way back.
When I walked in Samantha was on the phone at the kitchen table with her
computer open. She was obviously dealing with work so I just gave her a
wave as I walked through the house. I headed straight for the shower.
I was in the shower when a person who was not Samantha walked in. I
could tell through the pebbled glass of the shower door that it was a
guy. He didn't seem to have any clothes on.
"Hey Babe, mind if I join you?" He said as he opened the door.
"Wait!" I screeched as I moved to cover myself. If he got an eye full I
did too. He was very fit. Tallish with a lean runner's build.
He practically slammed the door. "Oh God. I am so sorry! I didn't
realize anyone else was here!" He backed quickly out of the bathroom and
shut the door before I could say another word.
Later, after I finished getting ready for the day I still heard Samantha
on the phone in the kitchen so I headed for the living room to see what
was on. As I expected Samantha's mystery date was there. Before he could
say anything I said "Hi, I am Emily. We met briefly, but I didn't catch
your name."
"I'm Tony. Look, I am sorry. I didn't know anyone else was here."
"Not a problem. It is totally my fault, I should learn to lock the door.
I was just surprised."
We sat in awkward silence for a minute before I decided I needed to put
him at ease. I did not want to mess up anything for Samantha. I figured
that if she liked this guy enough to bring him home I should be as
friendly as possible. "I take it Samantha has been on the phone all
morning. I bet you haven't eaten anything. Can I make you something? I
think we have eggs, but sorry, no bacon to go with them."
"Some toast would be great, thanks" He smiled, finally understanding
that I was not going to make a big deal out of the shower incident.
The toast popped up about the time Samantha got off of the phone. She
began talking to me in a low voice so Tony couldn't hear.
"I see that you met Tony. We have to go in to work. Something is up. I
will tell you about it on the way in. I have to get ready now." She
headed into the other room to break the bad news to her guest.
I had just finished poring a glass of orange juice when I heard heavy
male footsteps behind me. "I'll have to take a rain check on the
breakfast. Thanks for your understanding this morning."
***At the Center*** ////////////////////
Samantha was ready in record time. On the short ride in, she told me
that the Center had another transformation candidate. A soldier who had
been critically wounded. He apparently had been a bit like the old me in
that he had a female alter-ego which he had built for use online. I have
no idea how they find these things out about people, but I planned to be
extra careful with my online activities. The director wanted the injured
man to meet me. All of my thoughts of having an in-depth conversation
about our social lives were immediately put on hold.
We were taken straight to the medical section when we arrived. I could
tell that he was in bad shape just from the amount of machines connected
to the injured soldier. The guy looked like he was in a lot of pain,
but otherwise he seemed alert. The room was filled with the senior staff
of the Center who were obviously giving him their sales pitch.
Grace the director's assistant was talking. ". . . and you will be given
a new identity." Grace turned to acknowledge us. "Lieutenant Sanders,
This is Samantha Watts our staff psychologist, and the young woman next
to her is Emily Drake. Emily was our first participant. We thought that
you might like to have Emily available to answer any questions."
"Can I have some time alone with. . . Emily was it?" The lieutenant
grunted.
"Of course" said Grace with her best professional smile as she tactfully
moved the others out of the room.
"I gotta make this fast. I wouldn't let them give me much for the pain
and this hurts like hell. So, is this all bullshit?" He was looking at
me intently.
"I was a 78 year old man nine months ago." I then sketched out my life
since then in a few sentences. I also mentioned the part about not
turning out to look the expected age. I finished with "It has been great
so far. I really like being a girl. I never expected a second chance so
I am not going to bitch about a few minor things."
They say that they have to know now if I will consent. Apparently my
organs are starting to fail even with all of this." He indicated the
machinery with his eyes. "From what you say is seems like they aren't
lying. From the looks of you they do good work."
On impulse I said. "Lieutenant, I made them come up with options for me
to choose from when they changed me. You should ask to be able to choose
one of the four that are left, if you don't want to take whatever they
come up with."
I left his bedside as Paul, who was the genius who had invented the
process, and the nurse were coming back in with concerned looks on their
faces. One by one the monitors had started to beep alarmingly during our
brief talk.
"Lets do it, but I want some choices," the lieutenant was saying as I
shut the door.
Samantha met me outside the room "Lets go up to my office on the second
floor. We have a few hours before I can do my part." They had all
apparently been listening to the conversation.
We took the stairs from the basement room to the second floor. "Paul is
not happy with you for mentioning anything about choices. He can be a
bit too focused. I would have done the same thing though."
"Will they be able to save the Lieutenant?"
"I talked to Susanne and she thinks that the guy will live long enough
for them to get the full set of scans for the memory map." Samantha
replied.
Susanne Hallis was the other person most responsible for my new
existence. She had invented the technology to store brain patterns - my
memories and personality - in an experimental storage device. The
storage system was unstable but was able to hold everything long enough
for the brain to be formed in the new body. I didn't understand how this
worked but apparently my new brain had the exact same structure as the
old model. I was okay with not understanding how everything worked. I
didn't have a good grasp of how my old heart medication worked either
but I had taken the pills as directed and also been happy with the
result.
As we finally were able to sit down I said "It looks like your date went
well."
Samantha's pale skin turned red. "I hadn't really planned to bring him
home. Things just kind of happened." She told me about her evening
ending with "Then I got the call from Grace at about four a.m. and have
been working up Lieutenant Sanders' profile ever since. I hope that Tony
wasn't mad that I needed to work"
"I think he slept until I got home." I told her about the case of
mistaken identity in the shower. I then backtracked to catch her up on
the events at the party. "Samantha, I don't know if I should go out with
anyone my age. It seems weird to me. I think that I have been doing well
with my friends. I think I am starting to learn to fit in. Then I get
asked on a simple date and suddenly I get confused about how to handle
the situation."
"Look Emily, you are a fifteen year old now. That is who you are. Try to
think of yourself as just very, very, very mature for your age. I think
that it is entirely appropriate for you to date. It isn't like you are
going to let him take you to bed. We both know that you aren't quite
ready for that yet. Go on a date if you think that you can trust him. Go
as far as you feel comfortable, then stop, even if that means only
holding hands. Remember you have the power to say no. Just don't say no
but really mean yes. That is not fair to him and will eventually get you
in trouble."
"Yes Aunty Sammi" I said, indicating that I understood and agreed, but I
thought she was being a bit heavy handed with her advice.
"I am not joking Emily. Think about how you interacted with girls as a
teen boy. Think about all of the different girls. I bet there was at
least one that you all thought was a slut, and one you considered a
tease and some that were 'good girls' and some that were bitches. All of
the stereotypes were represented. They always are. Now is the time when
you will have the chance to earn whatever reputation you want to have
for the next few years. You will be in college before you can reinvent
yourself. So I want you to have fun but think hard about what kind of
girl you want others to think of you as. Then behave like that girl."
She seemed passionate. I suspected something from her own past was
causing her to be so emphatic, but now really was a bad time to dig into
it. She had never mentioned her family and had no family photos around
the house. I had a feeling that she was giving me some hard won advice,
and I would be stupid not to take it.
"I will give it some careful thought tonight. School starts tomorrow so
I will be on good behavior."
Great she said giving me a big smile. I know that you will. I just want
to see you transition into your new self successfully. "
The conversation continued. Samantha gave me a lot of tips about how to
act, and more importantly how not to act. She ended with "I won't be
home much this week, they are going to need me here to help out. I am
sorry that I won't be there for you during your first week of school,
but it can't be helped. Remember you can always call and I will call
back as soon as I can. Oh that reminds me, I really have to call Tony
now. Why don't you go grab a seat in the lobby. I will give you a ride
home after I make sure he is okay about this morning."
***Talking With Molly *** ////////////////////
Later that afternoon, I was in my room looking through my closet,
thinking about what kind of me I wanted to present to the school the
next day. I got a text from Brandon just as I had settled on a green
plaid top over a white tank top and a solid skirt and leggings.
He wanted to know if I was busy and if I wanted to hang out. Call me old
fashioned, but I hate texting when it is much easier to just talk. I was
saved from answering immediately. Molly was at the door looking much
better than when I left her and the others this morning. I quickly sent
back that I was with Molly.
"How are you sleepyhead" I chirped at her as I let her in.
"I feel like hell. Why did you let me drink?
"I didn't think you drank much. You weren't acting all weird. Jen was
the only one acting weird last night."
"Apparently I drank enough. Where were you all day. I tried your cell
but you never answered."
"Sorry," I replied. "Samantha needed my help with some things and I
forgot my purse here at home." That was all true as far as it went. I
didn't want to talk about the Center. What happened to me was to remain
secret according to the agreement I had signed. I wasn't going to bring
lawyers down on myself because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.
"Come on" I said to change the subject "I will show you what I am
wearing tomorrow. "
After looking at my choices she pronounced the ensemble to be cute. High
praise indeed! "Try it on for me," she said.
I stripped down to my bra and panties and started pitting on my school
outfit.
"You look good." Molly told me. "You know, I caught my brother watching
you and Samantha stretching before your run last week. He thinks that
you are both hotties. I told him if I saw him doing it again I would
tell his girlfriend. You should have seen his face. I didn't think he
was scared of anything but he was all like, 'I was just looking'."
I had to laugh at the image of her big brother Scott, tongue tied and
nervous. I had met Scott a time or two when we were over at Molly's
house. He had always kept to his own business. Molly's revelation about
her older brother reminded me of what Samantha had said this morning. I
wondered how people thought of me. I had only met a few of my soon to be
classmates and suddenly I felt a little insecure. Just a little
insecure though.
I was supremely confident in my looks, and a lifetime of dealing with
people in sales had trained me to discount others views, when it suited
my purpose. The thing I was insecure about was if I was becoming the
person I really wanted to be. My favorite old movie right now was
'Ferris Bullers Day Off'. I wanted the secretary at Central High to be
able to paraphrase the movie to describe me. 'She's very popular, Ed.
Sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, pinheads, dweebies, wonkers, richies,
they all adore her.'
"Molly, can I ask you something seriously?"
"Sure."
"Do you think people are going to like me?"
"Absolutely, no one but Mike and some of his friends has ever said
anything bad about you. I mean, sometimes you act weird, but you've
never been a bitch."
Weird?"
"Yeah, like how you won't text much, and how you aren't on Facebook or
Twitter. You know how you are always going on about privacy to all of
us. I know you mean well, but you sound like my dad."
"What else?" I had obviously not done a master job of blending in. What
other things had I missed.
"Well, you don't listen to the same music as the rest of us, but you
never try to get us to listen to yours, or argue about it. I mean, Jen
deserves to be teased for liking Miley Cyrus so much, but you let her
play it around you anyway. What else. . . Oh, and the way you are so
crazy about what you eat. I know that they are bad for you but
seriously, who wont eat McDonald's fries."
"Wow!" I had brrn lidtening to Samantha's music since the Change. It had
not really occured to me how different the musical tastes of a 28 year
old were from a 15 year old.
"One other thing. You try not to act like it, but you are always
checking yourself out in the mirror. You are gorgeous and all, but it is
like you are always making sure that you haven't changed into the ugly
duckling or something."
" I guess I have some things to work on." I said as calmly as I could
after being dissected so swiftly.
"See! There you go again with that calm-and-reasonable thing that you
do! I forgot to mention that. You never freaking get angry! Even when
you told Mike off that first day at the pool you didn't yell."
I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. When I had control of myself I
said "Oh Molly, I get angry all the time. It's just that showing it
won't usually make things better. I was very angry with those boys and I
told Mike what I thought. He was the first to show his anger and he lost
big for it. I heard he was grounded for two months."
"You aren't mad now, are you? You asked what I thought and I just told
you."
"Never mad at you. I need you to tell me when I don't act right."
"Is it because of how you were raised? I know that you don't like to
talk about before you came here but..."
I interrupted her "Lets just say that I didn't get a normal girlhood
and leave it at that. I can count on you can't I?"
"Yes Emily, I am there for you."
All of this time I had been worried about learning to act like a natural
girl. That did not seem to be my problem. The problem was acting too
much like an adult. Who knew?
***School Begins *** ////////////////////
The first week of school was a bore. Molly and I rode the bus together
and I met a couple of the other kids from the neighborhood. They were
all Freshmen, or Sophomores like us. No self respecting Junior or Senior
would be caught riding the bus to school. We went over rules and
procedures for the first three days in every class and reviewed things
we mostly already knew.
Brandon had second lunch so we didn't see each other during the day at
all. He did give me a ride home Thursday and we talked more. Brandon was
a genuinely nice guy. He was fit, and polite and almost everything I
could have asked for. His flaw was not even a flaw. We just didn't have
much in common. We made plans to go to the football game and then to the
back to school dance after the game.
The game was fun. Our team won easily. Go Vikings! Crista was a
cheerleader but not on the varsity squad so she sat with us as Brandon's
friend Kevin's not date. Molly and Jen were in the band so they weren't
with us. The dance was okay but us girls mostly danced together except
for slow dances. The guys mostly talked to each other. That part of a
school dance was still the same as when I had first been in high school.
At midnight Brandon drove me home.
As we pulled into my driveway he said. "I had a really good time
tonight."
"Me too."
"You aren't like I had imagined you would be."
"How had you thought I would be?"
"I don't know." He groped for the right words. "You didn't try to keep
me from my friends. You weren't attached to me at the hip. Like you
weren't worried about me checking out other girls or anything. Even when
I was talking to Angie, you didn't swoop down and try to separate us
like I expected." Angie was a really cute girl who had several classes
with Brandon.
"You did ask me out. Why would I think you would run off with someone
else."
He leaned over and gave me a kiss. I found myself returning it more
enthusiastically than I thought that I would. The kissing went on for a
few more minutes. His hand tried to move under my shirt but I slapped it
even while continuing to make out.
Samantha and Tony, who had been on a date of their own, pulled up in
front of the house at a good time to end it. I had been getting a little
too excited for my own good. I had decided that I was not going to have
the reputation of an easy lay. Letting a guy get to second base on the
first date was not the way to build that image.
"Will you go out with me again?" Brandon asked as we caught our breath.
"Sure," I said, "we can give it another go." I wagged my finger at him
continuing my thought. "Just be sure to never bore me." Then I got out
of the car and headed inside after giving him one more quick kiss.
As I walked in the living room I saw that Tony was sitting on the couch.
Samantha was sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck.
"Hi guys," I said. "I am a bit tired. I am going to turn in." I said
both because I did not want to get in Samantha's way, and because I was
as horny as I could remember ever being. So went to my room. I closed my
door, and I took care of my problem. Brandon figured prominently in my
fantasy. It appeared this time around I would not be having any gender
confusion issues. Although I suspected that if the right girl made a
pass at me when I got 'older' I wouldn't turn down some friendly fun.
***An interesting lunch*** ///////////////////
I slept in on Saturday. Samantha had left a note that she was going to
be with Tony all day but I could call her if I needed anything. I was
going to meet my friends at the park to play tennis at three o'clock.
They were happily kicking my butt all over the court while I learned to
play. I was fit and had great eye site so I was sure I would get my own
back eventually. We planned to go to go to the movies later that
evening.
With time to kill, I decided to give Brandon a call and see if he wanted
to do lunch. I figured if I could get him all to myself for an hour we
could have an actual conversation.
Brandon picked me up and we decided to go to a fast food pasta place. I
started the conversation "I don't really know much about you other than
you are seventeen, work as a lifeguard, you are cute, and you only like
to slow dance. Tell me one thing that I don't know about you that you
think I should."
"I will be going to school at Northern next year on a swim scholarship."
He said that with obvious pride. "I am in the swim team."
"So that's where you got that body. But I knew you were a swimmer and
most people go away to school. What else?" I continued to ask questions
for a while until he decided to play too."
"So what about you? Why did you move here?
I spent the next ten minutes spinning out my background story of being a
recent orphan taken in by my distant cousin Samantha. He was honestly
concerned for me as I told my story. I felt like such a lier but this
was a time when honesty was not the best policy. I moved the
conversation back to him as soon as I could. He didn't seem to mind
talking about himself.
It turned out that he was a runner too. We made plans to run before
school on Monday. I figured it was a good test to see how much he wanted
to be with me. Having a teenage boy be out of bed and ready to go
running at 5:30 in the morning was a lot to ask.
He dropped me at home saying he had to help his dad do something manly.
He said "Eric and Brad and me will all be at a party tonight out in the
country. You can come if you'd like."
"I have plans but thanks anyway. I will see you Monday for our run."
My life fell into a pattern. Samantha was hardly ever around now.
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Brandon and I ran. School then home and
homework, usually with one or more of my friends. On Friday Brandon and
I went out. More kissing, and more frustration for both of us. This
continued for a few weeks until we had a big argument. He wanted to do
more than kiss but I still said no. In the end I found myself saying,
"We can still be friends." I felt like a total ass.
***Changes*** ////////////////////
The Wednesday after I had stopped seeing Brandon, Samantha's car was in
the drive when I got home. She said as I entered, "Don't put your books
down. We need you at the Center. The Lieutenant is starting to be able
to control his body and we want you to be there for advice and moral
support. You can work on your homework during down time."
Lieutenant Sanders new name is Kaylee Vaughn. Samantha introduced us
again as we entered the small apartment that I had spent so much time in
during my own change. "Hi Kaylee, This is Emily. You probably remember
her from before."
Kaylee had stood as we entered and I found myself looking at a beautiful
girl of about my own apparent age. She had indeed gotten one of the
choices that had been presented to me. Her Blond hair was only about an
inch long at this point because you are completely hairless right after
the change. She had chosen to go for the classic model look. She was
about 5'6". her breasts were a bit bigger than mine. Kaylee had pale
skin and a straight nose. Her eyes, like mine were large but hers were
ice blue. She looked a lot like the actress, Kristen Bell. I took all of
this in thinking that I could have looked like that . But I immediately
decided that I had made the right choice.
"You look way better than the last time we met." I said with
appreciation in my voice.
"I feel better too" She said "They tell me that you are going to be my
coach until I get squared away."
"I am here to help. I will try to get you through the rough spots as
lightly as I can."
I hung around her for the next few hours. Kaylee never stopped asking
questions the whole time. Some of the answers embarrassed me to tell
her. I did my best and I think she felt better about her situation too.
I found myself liking her greatly. She was really enthusiastic about
starting her new life as a girl.
"I will come by tomorrow after school." I said as I was leaving. "Is
there anything that I can bring you?"
"Just your self." She waved me out. "See ya then."
I tracked down Samantha to get a ride home. We talked about Kaylee's
progress all of the way home. She was getting her physical coordination
back at the same rate that I had. Samantha said that she was thinking of
having Kaylee stay with us over Thanksgiving break. I had a week off
from school then, and her hair would be long enough to not look odd.
Samantha mentioned taking a ski trip.
Thursday, I was back at the Center with Kaylee. She had talked about the
ski trip with Samantha already and was clearly in favor of getting away.
"Dude, I can not wait to get the hell out of here! I want to test the
equipment if you know what I mean! What's it like with a guy?"
"I haven't done it yet." I told her truthfully. "The most I have done is
some heavy making out. I am trying not to get a bad reputation at
school."
"Well no one from school will be at the ski lodge. My ID says I am
almost seventeen. What about you."
I showed her mine. It gave an early November birthday.
"Great! We will ditch Samantha, and find a couple of cute guys to get
busy with." Kaylee obviously had a goal and wanted to take me along for
the ride.
"I don't know," I said.
"Don't be a pussy! You know you want to try it! This is perfect. We can
get laid and none of the hometown gang will need to know anything."
"Okay, Kaylee. You've convinced me. Thanksgiving break is still five
weeks away. You need to get in shape I thought I was good when they let
me out but then I started working out with Samantha every morning." I
really did want to 'get laid' as Kaylee put it. I had really wanted to
go further with Brandon. I just didn't trust that it would stay private.
Boy's like to brag.
'I will be ready. No worries on that front. I got a couple thousand
left from before. I could spring for some snow bunny outfits." Kaylee
offered generously.
I felt like a shit for not thinking of that first. After all I had
considerably more in my checking account, and much more in a brokerage
account. "No, it will be my treat. Let's go find a computer with an
internet connection, and we will start gathering our wardrobe."
We spent the rest of the evening buying several outfits for each of us,
and a couple to surprise Samantha with. This trip was going to be fun!
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