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The D-alt wings at Stony Brook were fairly luxurious, and the TV lounge
was no exception. Even my room, even though it had an exam table in it,
would rival some Vegas luxury hotel rooms. Considering that the D-alt
procedure had cost me most of my mother's million dollar life insurance
policy and part of the proceeds from the sale of the five acres and five-
bedroom house in Babylon that had been passed down through three
generations to me, the walls should have been made of gold as far as I was
concerned. The last generation of my family to have money was my great-
grandfather, who as president and owner of a savings bank had built the
house in 1929. He died during WWII and my great-grandmother sold the very
profitable bank. My great-grandmother, grandmother and my mother all
lived off that money and its interest until about fifteen years ago. Then
my mother had to work, and we had lived paycheck to paycheck. My mother
and I had barely been able to afford to heat and cool, never mind
maintain, the big old house. Life here at Stony Brook D-alt was above my
social status, and this procedure was usually only for the upper-class.
I really liked the feel of my little socked feet on the carpeted hall
floor, and how big everything seemed. In an orientation video that we had
watched with testimonials from other D-alt recipients, we were told that
after a month or so our memories of our old perceptions of the size of
objects would fade and everything seemed normal. Right now, everything
seemed really big to me. Debbie guided me down the hall to the lounge by
my hand, which left me to free to look around at everything.
As we passed the nurses' station, two of the younger nurse aids came out
from behind the desk to see me.
"Oh my God," one of them explained, "you look great! What a cute identity
you got!"
They both squatted down to be at my eye level, and they were those cute
kind of girls that would not have spoken to me much when I was David.
The other one asked me, "How do you feel, sweetie?" She put a reassuring
hand on my upper arm.
"Fiiiine," I said kind of shyly, but with a smile because I was enjoying
the attention.
"Do you want me to come by and cut your hair later?" The second one said.
"Maybe just a little bit."
"Okay, well, have no worries, I did go to hair design school before I went
to CNA school. We'll fix you up good. My name Is Deanna." She was a very
pretty girl with olive skin and dark hair that hung in tiny, tight curls.
For work, her hair was tied back in a big ponytail, but it was still very
well taken care of.
I stuck out my little hand, "I'm Allison." She shook it, and I got a kick
out of how big her hand felt. "Thank you for offering to cut my hair."
"Oh. So polite! Well, I'll see you after dinner."
Debbie and I waved goodbye to her and the other CNA. There were nine
other patient rooms in this hall besides mine, along with certain
equipment rooms such as the CATmod scanner room, supply rooms, linen room,
and some other doors with no labels. All the doors were closed. I looked
up at Debbie.
"Am I the first or done? No one else seems to be out."
"Yes, dear. You got your injection first, and since you were only 22 as
David your body was young enough to take the changes easily."
I slapped my palm against my forehead and held it there, "Oh, brother that
was considered easy? Those poor other people, I hope that lady Lucille
that I met at orientation is doing okay."
"Well, maybe she'll come out soon in her new identity. Do you know who
she was becoming?"
"She said her name would be Roland. I don't know much else. We weren't
supposed to share a lot in case someone backed out. That way we would be
identifiable in public to them in our new identities."
"Well, as far as I know, everyone's done all right. I am sure you will
see Roland soon."
The TV lounge was very well appointed, and it was more like a multipurpose
room. There was a large 3DTV and some couches, but there were also some
very nice wood dining tables, smaller TVs in the back for gaming or
Internet usage, and behind a full glass wall on the far side of the room
was a small work-out area.
When we entered the room, I felt an urge and went with it. I ran and
jumped onto one of the nice, big couches, landing on my tush and bouncing
a few times.
Debbie looked at me scornfully. "Do you think your new parents are going
to like that new behavior, young miss?"
"Noooo..." I said coyly, "but they paid for their couches, so I would
respect their furniture. I paid a lot of money for this procedure, so I
think I should be allowed to act like a child and jump on the once."
"Well, dear. I can't entirely argue that point, but you did sign
paperwork that held you responsible for damages."
"It's fine!" I bounced up and down in place, "strong as ever! Now where's
the foooood?"
"It'll be here shortly, sweetie. Now let's do a memory test while we're
here and waiting." She pulled out her healthTab and looked my records.
"Your new name?"
"Allison Sarah Mason."
"Your former name?"
"David Elias Martin II."
"Who was David named after?"
"His great-grandfather, David Elias Martin."
"What is David's birth date?"
"January 31, 2011."
"What is your new birth date?"
"May 26, 2025."
"What is today's date?"
"June 20, 2033."
"Who was David's 3rd grade teacher?"
"Mrs. Leavens."
"Who is the current President of the United States?"
"Thomas Ingram."
"What was the name of David's pet fish in 1st grade?"
"Bubbles."
"Okay, perfect score on the questions you wrote. Now here are a few
questions we pulled from David's records. Ready?"
"To eat?" I grinned at her."
"I am sure it is almost here. Just hold on. First question: What bank
did David finance his car through."?
"Um... Chase Wells Fargo."
"Good. What kind of car was it?"
"A 2025 Suzuki Kizashi."
"Good. What was the first job David had after high school?"
"Um, delivery for.. No, wait, he worked for one week at a real estate
office filming the virtual house tours, but then he got fired and went to
deliver pizza and subs at Ray's Italian."
"Good catch. What was David's major at Suffolk County Community College?"
"Ummm... started as Undeclared, changed it to Business. Graduated with an
Associates degree."
"What were David's mother and grand mother's middle names?"
"Elizabeth and... um... Eliza?"
"Good. Which one of David's mother's boyfriends was arrested at David's
house?"
"One?" I laughed. "Try two. The one who made me call him 'Father Guiding
Spirit,' I think his real name was Dan... and then... I think the other
guy was a druggie... maybe his name was... Frank or Fred?"
She smiled, "Again, good catch. They were Daniel Lightfoot and Frank
Newlin."
"Glad you could drag up those memories...."
"What company did David's mother work for most of his life?"
"Paulssen Grocery Distribition. She was the truck dispatcher for the
delivery trucks."
"Okay. What is the name of the lawyer who set up the college trust fund
you with David's remaining money?"
"Ibram Castillo."
"What did David get suspended for doing in sixth grade?" Debbie raised an
eyebrow at me.
I giggled, "sneaking in the girls' locker room and hiding in the closet."
Debbie put down the healthTab for a second and looked at me. "Really now,
did you?"
"Well," I fidgeted, "I wanted to find out what being a girl was all about,
and my mother wouldn't explain puberty to me."
She sighed, "You poor dear. Well, now you'll get to find out first hand."
"I know, I am so excited!" I bounced on the sofa cushion a bit.
Someone dressed in teal green scrubs brought in two trays of food at that
moment.
"Foooood! Are you eating too?". I asked Debbie.
"Of course, I am your transition nurse. I will be here until you move to
the residential wing. I sleep when you sleep, I eat when you eat."
A dish of pasta and spinach was slid in front of both of us, and Debbie
got water to drink while I got milk. Debbie pointed at my milk. "You want
to drink plenty of that. Now you have to worry about osteoporosis in the
future.
I took hold of the cup, having to use two hands for the first time in
years, and took a big sip. Milk tasted a bit different than I remembered,
but I didn't really care. I dug into the spaghetti and meat sauce with
abandon, having a wickedly hard time using the fork to twirl my pasta.
Debbie watched me amusedly, but applauded when I finally got one nice roll
on my fork.
"That's pretty good! You are adapting quickly, Allison."
I sucked the last bit of spaghetti into mouth and gave her a saucy smile.
"All right, you, time to eat some spinach. It's very well-prepared here.
And you'll notice that you have supplements to take as well. Those are
top of the line, designed specifically for what your body needs after the
D-alt process."
I gleefully took the pills since they were tiny, but I approached the
spinach with caution. I hovered my fork around all sides of it,
determining what my best angle of attack would be. Predators like wild
spinach would startle easily if frightened, so you had to build up a
familiar presence with it before you made your move.
"Allison? What are you doing, young miss? Are you stalking your spinach
while it's getting cold?
I had scrunched down to eye-level with the leafy greens and was poised
with my fork to make the first strike. "Um... I was... doing... quality
control?"
"Sit up and eat. You should know how important eating this is."
"Oh, all right." I sat up in the chair and began eating my spinach.
Surprisingly, it was quite good. I ate happily, kicking my legs that
didn't reach the ground. I was still very sore, but felt a bit better
since I had something in my stomach.
"Not so bad after all, is it?" asked Debbie.
I shook my head and kept eating.
"Allison, may I ask you a question or two to satisfy my own curiosity?"
I shrugged.
"Dear, how do you plan to adjust to being eight again? Why would you want
to give up your adult freedom?"
Chewing my Spinach thoughtfully for a minute, I gave her the best answer I
could. "Well, it's not really like I am going back to being eight because
I never really was eight. My grandmother died when I was four or five, and
by age eight I was the one taking care if my mother. Her job was six and
a half hours a day, six days a week. She would be at work at 5am and get
out at 11:30. And from noon until about 3 or 4 in the afternoon she was
drunk or high, or spending time with her boyfriend of the month. By 7 or
8, I was the one putting her to bed. I made our lunches; I made my own
dinner and even did some laundry."
"Was this everyday?"
"Umm... Around that time, yes. Later on she halfway got on the wagon
thanks to one of her boyfriends. But for a year or two I was taking care
of a lot of things." I finished off my spinach.
"So you are looking to have your second chance at childhood?"
I nodded once and, cheerily, said "That sums it up!"
"Well, in that case I understand wanting to have a childhood again, and,
with good parents. I was the transition nurse for your older sister,
Alexandra, two years ago. She still comes up here to visit me with her
parents sometimes when she's downstairs for her annual physical."
"Oh! What's she like?"
"Well, she's a very sweet girl, and she's been begging her parents for a
sister for a year and a half now. She's adjusted quite well to her new
life."
"Wow, she really wanted me?"
"Well, being a D-alt child can be lonely, dear. Luckily, you'll be living
in a family with a D-alt child already and in a school system that has
several D-alt children, a few D-alt teachers and a D-alt superintendent.
You've got a good deal going on. Your older sister paved the way for
you."
"I know..." I sighed happily at my empty plate. "For the first time in my
life, I feel like things are the way they are supposed to be. Hey, do we
get dessert?"
Debbie pointed to two mints that were hiding under my plate, "those are
some of the best chocolate mints out there, try them."
I reached for and tried one, and it was quite good. Debbie ate hers and I
finished off my second one. Having to reach for things on the table was
one thing out of many I would need to adjust to.
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