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Brain Wipe Day By Bloodhand Chapter 1 Melbourne, 2048 The last thing I remember before waking up in that hospital was seeing the Mack truck bearing down on me at high speed. I'd been driving to work as per usual for that time of the morning and the truck had run a red light. I didn't actually remember to moment of contact but I could only assume I was badly injured. My body didn't hurt anywhere near as much as I expected it to. In fact, I still didn't feel brilliant, almost as if I'd somehow missed the brunt of the crash. Thinking of missing the brunt of the crash made me think of my nine year old daughter who'd been in the back seat, having been getting a lift to school as I drove past. I looked around but couldn't see her anywhere, though there was a wall that was obviously interior yet oddly covered by a curtain, I could only wonder why. There was a second curtain in the room as well, preventing me from seeing my lower body and for some reason, my arms were restrained so I couldn't move it, was I in traction? The other thing that struck me as odd as I looked around was that the walls had paintings of creatures such as bears and dolphins on them, almost like a pediatric ward. The door to my ward suddenly opened and a nurse walked in, something seemed wrong though I couldn't pinpoint what it was, maybe something to do with her size? "Hey sweetie, how are you going?" Her voice was soft and warm, though slightly patronising, I also couldn't work out why she'd called me sweetie, it seemed like a very odd thing to say to a fully grown man. It was my own reply that really caught me off guard though, I only got as far as "fi-" before I stopped. My voice didn't sound right, the pitch was wrong. My voice sounded like that of a child, it didn't make sense. "Pardon sweetie, I didn't quite catch that." Great, she was being insistent and I was feeling more and more uncomfortable with the situation, something was definitely wrong but I just couldn't pinpoint what. "I was going to say fine, but something isn't right, I can't work out what and my voice sounds all wrong." "I'm sure it's nothing sweetie, do you want me to go fetch the doctor?" I nodded my head slowly, not really wanting to hear my voice again until it got sorted out. I laid in the bed for a few minutes, worrying about what the doctor was going to tell me, I knew that whatever it was, it wouldn't be good. Surprisingly, two people walked into the room with the doctor, one I was quite relieved to see and the other I didn't recognise. The person I recognised was a beautiful woman, looking amazing for a thirty-one year old who'd gone through childbirth. My wife, for that is who the woman was, was wearing a low cut top, showing off her magnificent breasts and her shirt was short enough to show off her long shapely legs, for some reason, despite all of this, she failed to do anything for me today, I simply couldn't work out why. The doctor himself was an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair and a name tag that read "Robert Willimans" attached to his surgical gown. He was in quite good shape for his age as well. The final man was obviously not a doctor, something about the way he held himself made him seem like he thought he was better than you. His plain black suit did nothing to shake that image. The man quickly walked over to me and without bothering to introduce himself started to talk, "The following conversation is a matter of national security, any mention of anything that happens in this room at a later date may result in a gaol sentence, you will sign a document saying you agree to abide by these conditions before you leave this room. Normally I'd get you to sign now but the circumstances make it impossible for me to do so. "I am an agent with ASIO, we have recently developed a bomb capable of wiping peoples minds, this bomb would leave their bodies as empty husks, if we could get it to work reliably. Currently the blast radius and shape are completely unpredictable. "A side effect of the development of these "mind bombs" is that we discovered a way of copying a persons mind into another persons body." It was at this point that I started to realise what had happened and interrupted the ASIO mans monologue, "Who's body am I in? It's certainly not my own." He continued as though I hadn't interrupted him, "You were fatally injured in the car crash that I'm sure you recall happening, your daughter, whom I'm sure you are quite worried about emerged unscathed, in body at least." The relief I'd been starting to feel as he said my darling Amy was unhurt immediately came crashing down. Nothing was wrong with her body, had she been hit by one of this mindbombs? I had to ask. The ASIO man solemnly nodded his head, but my mind refused to make the final jump to what had really happened. He continued his explanation of why I was where I was. "The truck that crashed into you was carrying a mindbomb on board, only one person was caught in the blast, your daughter. Your body was all but dead and your daughters body was in perfect health. I was in the car following the truck to its destination, which I cannot reveal to you for obvious reasons. I made the executive decision to save your life when it became clear there was no brain activity in your daughters body." I looked across at Julie, my wife, and she nodded her head before walking forward, and kneeling beside my bed, "You have Amys' body now darling." I hadn't even considered that possibility, it was too horrible to even imagine. Not only was my daughter dead, I was stuck in her body. The ASIO agent spoke up again, "We will of course provide counseling for you, both to get you used to the idea that you are now a female and the fact you will go through metamorphosis. You'll also have to learn to deal with your new brain chemistry and intellect, I believe Amy was less intelligent than you were. I'm sure that will change with time though." Shit, that hadn't even dawned on me yet, and at that moment, I wished it had never been brought up. You see, Amy was genetically engineered, as was becoming more and more common. As the price dropped, more and more people were being "treated" in the first few weeks of their gestation. Many treatments were available, some required babies of a specific gender, other did not. What they all had in common was that around the date of the subject fifteenth birthday, the treated baby would "metamorphose", sometimes changing quite radically. Whilst in theory, any change could be made to the genetics of the as yet unborn child, pretty much every country on earth that had access to the treatment had legislated that only certain "packages" could be administered. What this meant was that there were people out there who had distinct advantages in getting specific jobs. "Soldiers" for instance had enhanced strength and faster reflexes, "Runners" generally had enhanced speed and endurance, they were the ultimate sports people, "Scientists" had increased intellect and creativity, "Energisers" had thickened skin and increased hair levels to provide increased protection from radiation and other such things, "Owls" had increased visual acuity and sense of smell, they were often used in place of old sniffer dogs and in other security positions. Amy had been given three packages, the first was the "Healer" package, I really couldn't see anything bad about that, the only effect it would have was a drastically increased healing rate and decreased aging rate, Amy had a life expectancy of several hundred years. I guessed that now that life expectancy was mine. Being female, the Healer package also allowed Amy, now me, to continue to produce ova and therefore put off menopause indefinitely. The second package was one that I wouldn't mind receiving at metamorphosis, I just hoped I still got it. The "Eidetic" package did what it said, and a bit more beside. It would give the recipient eidetic memory and greatly increased intellectual capability. Eidetics could learn to play musical instruments in a matter or weeks without ever having to practice between lessons. They could also pick up other skills just as quickly. The final package we had purchased was a "Dancer" package. The name of the Dancer package was widely considered to be a euphemism though anyone with the package was almost certain to be an amazing dancer, and be good at bedroom gymnastics. The package was one of few that had an impact on physical appearance. It ensured the girl would always remain slender and toned, removed all body hair, leaving only shapely eyebrows, the hair on top of the girls head and long lashes. It also tended to increase the girls breast size and leg length, the Healer package combined with this dancer package ensured that Amys' body would always have large pert breasts. Some packages effected more than just physical attribute, the Dancer package was one of those. It was one that definitely increased quality of life though. Once Amy turned fifteen, I would find falling in love very easy, to the extent of being able to decide to fall in love. I would also be able to decide to fall out of love if I hadn't seen the object of my affections in several months or I had just had an orgasm from the person I loved. Speaking of my orgasms, this body was engineered to really enjoy sex to the extent that of the 12 Dancers to have gone through metamorphosis worldwide, only one didn't openly have sex for money. Quite frankly, I was doomed. We'd chosen this fate for Amy because it was theorised that Dancers would have very enjoyable lives and it was known that sex with them was awesome. It would have been an amazing life to have been born with the packages Amy had, being born male meant I had a very different view on what I'd become. I think I even would have looked forward to it had I been transfered to this body from an "Unmodified" female body. Currently a night with a Dancer could cost upwards of $20,000 and the wait list was measured in months. To even have a chance of getting with one, you had to submit a photo. Just the meeting would cost you $5000 plus the cost of getting them to you. If they decided you were worth their while, which they normally did because that photo had to be a full body nude and it would take an idiot to alter the photo as that was a sure fire way of getting turned down when you got there. Treatment was still relatively rare, with only one or 2 people my original age having had any, though all of those were major players in life. It was theorised that within the decade, it would be impossible to head a company or have a very high station in life without being Treated, the Unmodified would be secondary citizens by default. The only reason we'd been able to afford any packages was that I'd had some serious luck in the stock market, Amy's treatment had cost more than my house. As such, less than ten percent of babies were treated, those that were treated seemed to be deferred to by those that weren't from a very young age, probably being told that they were dealing with future superiors. Now you have a rough idea of the predicament I found myself in, I'll continue my tale. The Doctor removed the sheet that was covering my lower body and allowed me to see for myself that what I'd been told was indeed true. I gasped as Julie removed the curtain that had been covering the interior wall and it became apparent why that wall had been covered. My daughters, now my, beautiful face looked at me with wide eyed innocence, reflected in the mirror on the wall. My, as I suppose I should now start calling it long blond hair framing that pale face. I knew I'd only get more beautiful as I got older and went through metamorphosis. The sight in the mirror was for me, heat wrenching, the fact that the face I now wore was perfectly symmetrical didn't help at all. A few asymmetries would have made it easier to distance from being my beautiful Amy. It only got worse when the still unnamed ASIO man came forward again, "I'm afraid you are going to have to take on your daughters identity Amy, that means you are going to have to sign this document with your new name." I was shaken by him calling me Amy, but that didn't stop me almost instinctively taking the papers off him along with the pen he offered and signing the name "Amy Smythe" on the bottom. It was only after I had signed the papers that I questioned how quickly I had obeyed him. I wondered if it was my new brain chemistry viewing the significantly larger adult as an authority figure, or something else was up, had he been younger I might have thought he was a "Persuader" with the pheromones that promote trust that they exude. Maybe I was wrong, maybe it was something else though, I certainly wasn't noticing my reduced intellect but I was sure it and my new brain chemistry couldn't be helping me. After all, my brain was no longer fully developed. I'd married Julie more for her body than her brain, and that decision meant that for now I was going to have to live with beauty but less than ideal brains. Thankfully our Treatment choices ensured I'd eventually have both beauty and brains. As the ASIO man turned and left the room with stern reminder that I was now "Amy", the doctor who'd sat through the whole thing came forward. "Okay Amy, I need to give you a physical and just check you're okay after your car crash. This means I'm going to need your mum in the room. "The first thing I'm going to do is open your wrist and leg cuffs so you can sit up, can you do that for me?" As he spoke he quickly undid the slide locks, it was frustrating to notice that the only reason I hadn't been able to free myself was an inability to reach the locks. Even worse was the way the doctor was speaking to me, it was quite patronising. I sincerely hoped this wasn't the way all adults spoke to people of my apparent age but I honestly thought it must have been. The actual physical was nothing to write home about, it consisted of the normal reflex tests, opening my mouth and letting the doctor have a look inside and the cough test. The cough test was a little weird though. I'd never expected to feel a hand on my stomach that was larger than said stomach ever again. The doctor, in light of the fact that I wasn't used to this body tapped at various points along my limbs to make sure nowhere hurt. The way he ran his hands over my body mad me feel uncomfortable, but I think that was more a matter of realising just how easily this man could completely dominate me than anything untoward. If I was finding just how small and vulnerable scary here, in a safe room with Julie beside me to protect me, how was I going to fare on my own? Wait, with Julie to protect me, the fact I'd even thought that worried me, if I was reliant on my wife to protect me, how was I going to deal with general life. Doctor Willimans then got me to stand up so he could take my height and weight. Just how low the number where was scary. It turned out I was only one hundred and twenty-eight centimetres tall, and twenty-four kilograms. That's four foot two and fifty-three pounds for you imperial folk. The doctor gave me the all clear and promised to be back as quick as he could with my discharge papers, though he did kindly offer to let me stay in the private room to get slightly more settled into my body. That was when my thoughts about how life was going to be for the next few years came crashing down. Julie began to lay down the law, "Okay young lady, you are my daughter, everyone expects you to act that way. That means you'll call me "Mum" at the very least, or better yet, "Mummy" as that's what the real Amy called me." My mouth dropped open. "But..." "No "buts," and that's another thing, I expect you to obey me the same way you would have have expected Amy to obey you before all of this, that means you don't question what I say. If I tell you to do something that you don't want to, the fact I told you to do it is reason enough." Great, now my wife had set herself up as my mother, which I suppose she was, but it seemed like she'd let the power go to her head. It was then that I realised just how much power she had over me. As far as the law was concerned, I was under 18 and Julie was my guardian, that meant I literally could do nothing without her permission. Worse, if Julie died I'd potentially end up in a foster home. I had to bring this up. "Julie..." "What did you call me Amy?" Mums voice was like ice, a clear warning that I wouldn't be getting away with that too many times. "Sorry Mum, I won't do it again, but, what happens if you die or something?" "Why would I die sweetie?" "I did." "No, your father did Amy, but I get your point. I suppose the same thing would happen to you as would have happened to Amy had it been her in your position." Great, this name thing was definitely going to get confusing, how were we going to refer to my bodies original owner in the future? I wasn't sure I even wanted to bring that up. Not following Mums lead would only get me in trouble. "Anyway, I'm not planning on dieing, I'll be here to protect you sweetie, no matter what happens." I had to doubt that, kids normally outlive their parents, it's a normal part of life. Not only that, my body, and therefore me, was genetically modified in the ways I've briefly outlined above. And why have I only briefly outlined? As the purchaser of the Treatment, we'd only been given the general outline of what I received. I'd have three books delivered a few weeks before Amy's 15th birthday that would give me full details of what my packages did to me. My thoughts were interrupted by Julie, sorry, Mum telling me I needed to get dressed. I was currently wearing a hospital gown and nothing else. Mum was standing there holding a pair of pink panties with a fairy on the crotch and Amy's school uniform. My jaw dropped, the uniform I was apparently expected to wear was a dress, and it was a fairly old dress, meaning it would probably be slightly on the small side. I mentally was simply not ready to wear a dress, "You can't make me wear that." "Yes I can, and I will. You will wear the dress Amy." The way she stressed my new name should have been a warning but I simply did not heed it and stamped my foot and said, "No!" I must have looked like an petulant child, and I suppose I was. What I wasn't prepared for was Mums' reaction, she stepped forward and grabbed me by the wrist, her petite 155cm frame still managing to tower over me as she easily overpowered my new body and hit me on the backside. Hard. It hurt in more ways that one, here was the woman who had been both smaller than me and my wife, overpowering me and spanking me. I could do nothing but cry. Mum then folded me over her lap and pinned me down, it was clear to me that I just didn't have the physical strength to fight off this petite woman. She held my legs and quickly pulled the panties up. The way they fit so snugly was something I'd never experienced before, it was almost comforting in way, just how close the panties sat to my skin. Mum then proceeded to remove my hospital gown, leaving me naked. She then removed me from her lap and set me down facing the mirror. It was undeniable that the almost naked body reflected in the mirror was pre- pubescent. What was also apparent was that Amy had been short for her age, and quite light as well, you could see my hip bones. Mum spoke again, "You have a choice now, you can put the dress on yourself or I can do it for you. Trust me, you don't want me to do it." Scared of being hit again, or worse, I meekly walked over to where the hated dress had been placed over the end of the bed and slipped it on. It was worse that I thought, Amy had clearly grown out of this dress but it hadn't been thrown out for some reason. It only barely covered my crotch and left almost all of my legs exposed. Even worse was the feeling of emptiness downstairs that was accentuated by the dress. The shoes and socks were slightly more normal except that Amy's shoes had a buckle and most of the top was open, showing off the white uniform socks I was forced to wear. There was also a raised platform under the heel that left the back of my foot a centimetre or two above my toes. Dr. Willimans walked back into the room holding a pile of papers just as I finished doing up the buckles in my shoes, made slightly more difficult by not really knowing the dimensions of my own hands. I was slightly insulted when the doctor acted as if I wasn't in the room and went straight over to my "mother" to get her to fill out the required forms for me to go home. The walk back to the car was thankfully uneventful though it was slightly scary that everyone was so much bigger than me. Actually arriving at the car was another story, I'd always driven when Julie and I went somewhere together, probably because of my male ego, so I went straight to the drivers door out of habit, only to realise I didn't have a set of keys. Mum just laughed and told me, "Amy, you know you have to travel in your booster seat." I did, but I'd forgotten, by law I wouldn't be in the front seat of a car for almost three years because, being less than twelve, I had to travel in a booster seat. Getting a learners permit was at least another four years beyond that. I'd have guys flocking to me like flies to honey before I could get a drivers licence because metamorphosis happened at 15. I supposed that once I went through metamorphosis, I'd be able to use some "older guys" to get lifts and therefore gain some independence back. And buying things for myself was going to be problematic as well, I couldn't get a job until a few months after I turned 15, again, that was after my metamorphosis. This meant that I was purely reliant on Julie. Chapter 2 Planning for my old identities funeral was a nightmare, I apparently wasn't old enough to be involved in the planning process. This meant that I spent most of the next week in my room trying to stay out of the way and dealing with my own emotions, which were in turmoil whilst mum would start crying at random intervals. I was mourning the loss of my daughter, but I think mum was mourning me, choosing not to acknowledge who had really died that day, so whilst I cried myself to sleep each night, Julie would cry for most of the day. Not being allowed to help with anything and Julie being busy preparing meant that I was very bored and had lots of nervous energy to burn off. I decided that a good way of getting to know my body better would be dance, after all, exercise always increases your bodily awareness. As such, I pulled out some of Amy's old dancing videos and began to learn the dances, starting with those she'd learnt when she was young and moving toward the newer videos. I found that I now really enjoyed dancing, which was good considering my Treatments. The way the music seemed to flow through my new body was something I'd never experienced before, I knew Julie liked dancing and if this was how she felt when she danced, I fully understood it. I'd also decided that given I was going to have to be Amy, I'd better take up some, if not most, of her other hobbies. I also needed an excuse for why I had no recollection of events that Amy would certainly remember. The simplest solution to this problem appeared to be claiming I has a mild case of amnesia and as such, couldn't remember many things. Hopefully people wouldn't notice the tendency I'd have to only recall things the original me was present for. Thankfully, today was funeral day though, which meant I wasn't going to be quite so bored. I was interested in what people would say about the original me and hoped I'd be able to become a better person for hearing what people really thought of me. But more than that, in my mind, this funeral was for the real Amy, the young girl who'd tragically lost her life because of some stupid experiment that our government was wasting taxpayer dollars on. I kind of wanted to be a pallbearer but knew I didn't have the physical strength for it anymore, so didn't even bother raising the point. As such, I took my seat in the front row whilst I waited for everything to really get started. As is normal as such events, the formal proceedings began with everyone rising so my old body could be brought in, the chosen song on this particular occasion was "Give a Little Bit" by Supertramp. At least Mum had chosen a song I liked, even if it wasn't exactly the song I would have chosen myself. Funeral songs weren't exactly something we had discussed, figuring we had many, many more years left in our lives. The Eulogy wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, it was actually quite interesting to here Aaron, my best mate, talk about our lives and how we were vastly different people. Some of his comments made me laugh, others cry but I knew that Aaron was definitely going to have to be a "father figure" to me in my new life. The way he talked about how "Bill had no sense of frugalness, he loved life and spent his money on what he loved. He knew he was going to love his daughter, Amy, and as such, spent an enormous amount of his hard earned money to ensure she'd have a good life. I on the other hand am frugal, I save much of my money and as Bill was always quick to remind me that I can't take my money with me when I join him." The Eulogy went on with more and more amusing anecdotes from my life, and it became apparent too my just how much my friends were going to miss the old me, and it hurt that I could never tell them that I was in the room with them. Also hard was not reacting to photos of me in my youth during the slideshow, I hadn't been allowed to see any of it prior to the funeral so seeing old pictures of the old me brought up old memories of good times in the past. Thankfully, the end came fairly quickly and the curtains closed, as we proceeded out the side doors of the chapel, I vocally said goodbye to my father, but internally, I was saying goodbye to my daughter. It's one thing to lose a parent, but losing a child is another entirely. You are meant to outlive your kids, this meant that nobody could really understand how I felt, and people telling me stories of how they'd lost parents at young ages really didn't help me. The wake wasn't as enjoyable as I would have hoped, the inability to have a drink was quite disappointing, but so was the food. Mum had arranged for a variety of foodstuffs that I once would have considered among my favourites. I'd noted that my palate was now different and underdeveloped but that really didn't become apparent until I started to eat restaurant quality food, I found the salt and pepper squid too strong for my new taste buds for instance. One good thing that did happen was my talk with Aaron, he came up to me and started a conversation that I was not expecting to have, "Amy, I can't imagine how hard this must be for you, we've lost a friend, you've lost something more. "I don't want to impose but if you ever need anything a father should do, please feel free to ask me." I can't say I was happy about the whole situation but I was proud, proud of my best mate for stepping up to the plate, proud of the way he offered and proud of myself for having such a good mate. I could only reply with "I'm flattered Uncle Aaron." That wasn't enough though, I had to do something else and in keeping with my new identity, I stepped forward and gave him a big hug, well, as big as I could manage in my new body. The day continued but it was, for the most part uneventful, most people ignored me though so many people who hadn't seen Amy in years came over to me to tell me how much I'd grown that it almost drove me crazy, as did people telling me I wouldn't remember them. I was fairly tired by the time we eventually got home and given the late time, I was pretty much sent straight to bed. It was 8:30pm, thirty minutes later than I was normally allowed to stay up now. I'd been finding the fact I now got sent to bed at 8pm humiliating for multiple reasons, mainly because it was another part of my life I no longer had any control over but also because it meant I could no longer watch many of my favourite TV shows. Chapter 3 Three months after my mind had been copied into my new, younger body, things had changed in my home life, my bodies mother was simply "mum" in my mind now, the old Amy was a taboo topic and never mentioned, I'd even started to think of my old self as my own father, much to my chagrin. This particular day was one of the most painful of my life, you see, Mum came home and announced she had a date that night. It had only taken three months to replace me apparently. I was gutted, she thought so little of me that she was going to start dating that quickly, and right in front of me no less. What was worse was that I was powerless to stop her, I hadn't even thought about sex in the last three months. How was I, stuck as a nine year old girl meant to compete with some virile young man for my wife's affections? Yes, I thought of her as my wife there, how could I not, this was dating. We'd promised "till death do us part" and here I was forced to watch the woman I still loved dating another. Could life get much worse? It turned out it could when this man in question turned up. Harold turned out to be in his early twenties, that made him almost ten years younger than mum. He was at least 180cm tall, towering over both mum and I as well as being quite muscular, you could tell this was a man who spent plenty of time in the gym. If I'd still been male, I'm sure I would have found his size and sheer masculinity very intimidating. Mum might have been very attractive for a woman her age but the was no doubt in my mind that this guy could easily pick up a beautiful younger woman. He was here because of my hard earned money. They sat down and began to talk and I had to admit, he was a pretty smooth character. Presumably I was going to get a little Independence tonight, maybe even get to cook my own food. I decided to go and read a book in my bedroom whilst I waited for them to head out as I couldn't bear to be in the room with them. I'd only just lay down on my bed when I heard the doorbell ring. Maybe the lovebirds downstairs had arranged for food delivery? I heard mum calling my name and assuming it was an early dinner, began to walk downstairs. I stopped at the top of the stairs when I was greeted by the sight of Becky, Amy's old babysitter at the door. I suppose that would be my babysitter now! That was a sobering thought. Was there nowhere I could have a little independence? My return to school hadn't gone well for me, I seemed to be in constant trouble and I knew my teachers hated me. Apparently I was an "obstinate brat" and not to be trusted with anything. It was the small things like having to go to the bathroom or having to raise my hand to speak that always got me. I'd been so used to being treated as an equal, at least socially, and often as the boss, that being regarded as a nothing hurt me quite badly. Half the time I wasn't even allowed to present a proper defence when I got in trouble. At home I spent most of my time trying to stay out of the way whilst trying to take my share of the household load. Of course, mum wanted to pamper me like she had always pampered the original Amy so most of my chores were done on the sly, out of love for her. I'd always made Amy do things around the house because I didn't particularly want to raise a spoiled brat, and now I didn't want to become one. This new situation with the babysitter would be drastically different from anything I'd yet done though. Becky was polite and friendly while the adults were here, that was part of the reason she had the job. I expected that to continue after Harold left with mum for this date of theirs, but once the door closed she turned to me and said, "Alright brat, start cleaning that lounge room." Part of the job Becky was employed to do was clean. The idea was that she could make more money by cleaning and babysitting at once than she could only doing one of those things, and it was more cost efficient for us to do it that way as we didn't need a permanent cleaner. Apparently Becky sat on her arse whilst Amy, now I, did the cleaning. There must have been some threat in place to ensure that I didn't blab, I didn't want to know what it was. I spent the next three hours being worked like a slave, I was kept up until almost 10pm, two hours after my bed time. I knew Becky would have me in bed with plenty of time to spare before my mother got home though. I was quite surprised however when she walked me into the bathroom and gave me just two minutes to shower. She didn't even leave the room to give me some privacy. So after perhaps the worst day of my new life, I found myself in bed without dinner, Becky having eaten both her share and mine. Chapter 4 Sydney, 2053 My Treated books had just turned up, one for each Package that I had purchased for Amy all those years ago. Each book had just appeared on my personal phone. Like everyone else, I had a "phone" that was so far removed for the original invention that I doubt Alexander Graham Bell would even recognise one. They looked exactly like sunglasses and performed the functions of pretty much every electronic device that existed by the turn of the century, and many more besides. A girl could get stylish glasses that were a phone, a computer, a GPS, an e-reader and so much more all rolled into one. My Treated books had been uploaded to my phone by the Treatment centre. They all had exactly the same naming format, "So You're a Dancer" was the first book I sat down to read. I'd only gotten through the first page or so, which summed up the generally published information about Dancers before the book would go on to give me much more information than most people had access to, when Harold, or as I now had to call him, Daddy, walked in. Mum had ended up marrying him after a relatively short courtship period, only 2 years. That meant Amy and my old body had been dead less than three years when mum remarried. The last five and a half years hadn't treated Harold all that well, he wasn't the strapping young man I'd first met, but he was still in fairly good shape. They apparently hadn't treated me well either, I'd remained fit and trim for years, though I hadn't really developed breasts of note, I only wore an A-cup. This had changed slightly in the last few months, I'd been putting on weight and couldn't help it, my breasts had gone up to a B- cup though I was less attractive than I had been before. My lack of height didn't help things, I'd grown a fair amount since I'd first found myself in this body, but I was still only 150cm tall, or 4'9" in the old money. Long legs are sexy, I was too short to have long legs. Being less attractive was devastating to me, despite what I'd expected. I was a hormonal teenage girl, whatever I had been before, and this meant that I now found boys sexy. I had my eyes on one of the guys on our school mountain biking team who also happened to be a swimmer, he was well built and very fit. He also looked very good in those lycra bike shorts, if you get my gist. Of course, my current appearance meant I had exactly zero chance of picking the guy up, he was way out of my league. I knew he was treated because he'd had a few days off school and come back much fitter than before, I just didn't know what Packages he had. Daddy was apparently here to bring me down to dinner, which on that particular night was American style barbeque pork ribs, once one of my favourite dishes, now it didn't suit my taste buds quite as much. I tried not to eat too much but, just like every other night in the last month or so, I just couldn't stop eating. Daddy had noticed, an being slightly tactless he decided to point out that, "You wouldn't be putting on weight that quickly if you'd stop eating like a horse." I wished I knew why I couldn't stop eating, and that night, I was due to find out, I'd barely entered the month long "Transition Zone" where Metamorphosis could happen. I knew I was due for it but hadn't made the connection. As Mum and Daddy sat down to watch TV using their phones, I started to read my new books, picking up where I'd left off in the Dancer's book. "As with every Package, the Dancer Package contains much that it is not widely known to contain. One of these is increased muscle density, the resultant strength increase will allow you to move more gracefully than a normal woman who looks like you do. "Unfortunately, the mass for both this, and the breasts you will soon grow, has to come from somewhere, as such, you will probably have noticed that you have recently been putting on weight if you were not already big boned." I knew why I was eating so much, it all made sense now. I was going to be strong again, strong so I could be graceful but at the same time, I wouldn't be as defenceless as I appeared. That was the last thing I remembered on that night. Chapter 5 The first thing I noticed when I awoke was that I had something on my chest, but for some reason it wasn't painfully crushing my boobs, nor could I feel it against my skin. I decided that opening my eyes might not be such a bad idea and did so. Looking down it was apparent that I had not one thing on my chest but two, and they were substantially larger than when they were when I collapsed. How long had I been out for? I looked around the room and instantly knew where I was. I was in a hospital. Did I have yet another body? I really couldn't deal with that. This time however I wasn't tied down and the mirror in the room was clearly visible. The girl reflected within was about 15, the age my body was meant to be, she had hair of roughly the same length I'd had before and it was pretty much the same shade of light blonde. Actually, she looked like my much more beautiful sister. My general facial shape was the same though my lips were fuller and a little redder, my light blue eyes were larger and my lashes were longer. I was also significantly skinnier with a toned stomach and a pronounced hourglass figure. As I've already mentioned, my breasts were rather large and I thought my legs were slightly longer with respect to my torso. I also felt much stronger and my thoughts were clearer. Wait, that was it, I'd undergone metamorphosis. I'd definitely turned out better than expected. That was when the nurse walked in and I realised I was still fairly short. She was at least 15cm taller than me so either she was quite tall, or I was short. "How are you going sweetie?" Great, back to "sweetie" again, what is it with nurses and calling girls "sweetie?" Still, I had to reply, "Alright I think, I mean, I feel great and based on that mirror, I look it too." "You sure do hun." She had a look of jealousy on her face, one I'd never seen on another girl before. The look she gave my breasts almost made me feel criminal for having tits that good. "I have to ask, how long was I out for?" "You were out for three days, and spent most of that time on fluids. Physical metamorphosis can be quite dangerous, why hadn't you checked into the hospital at the start of your window?" I hadn't known I was meant to, but I wasn't going to say that so I just said, "How did I get here?" "The ambulance brought you, you collapsed in your lounge room and your parents called the emergency services, it was quickly apparent what was wrong, though I doubt you would have survived if you weren't a healer." It was then that I realised all my Packages had come online. In many ways I was now the perfect girlfriend for some lucky dude out there, hopefully that would be Micheal, the mountain biker I mentioned earlier. Our conversation was cut short when the nurse opened the door to a room labeled "Physiotherapy." I needed physio? I felt great and here I was getting physio. Oh well, if that was what the doctors wanted, that was what I'd give them. We walked into the physio room and the nurse started rummaging in a draw by the door. She stood up holding a plastic bag that appeared to contain a piece of plain black fabric. She proceeded to hand it to me saying, "This is a stretch leotard, one size fits all, there's a change room over there that you can use." The leotard looked tiny as I held it in my hands, I thought it might fit a young child but it turned out to be quite stretchy and supported me where I now needed support. I'd never felt this supported when I'd had small boobs. In the process of putting the leotard on, I noticed the sparse hair I'd been starting to grow between my legs was gone, as was most of the rest of the hair on my body. In fact, all I had left was the hair on the top of my head, my eyebrows and my eyelashes. Emerging from the change room, I felt many eyes roam over my body, something I really wasn't used to, though the looks did send a tingle of pleasure down my spine. I apparently really enjoyed being the centre of attention, well, the male attention anyway. I wasn't sure I enjoyed the envious looks I was getting from the women quite as much. There was one obese older woman in particular who looked at me with pure hatred. One of the physio's quickly came over to me, pretty much ignoring the patient he was finishing up with. The physio in question was a younger man, maybe in his mid twenties, with a well muscled figure that was shown off to good effect by his tank top. "Alrighty young lady," he said, eyes settling on my newly magnificent mammaries just a tad longer than was probably considered proprietary, not that I minded, "lets start by getting you weighed and measured." When I stood on the scales, the nice doctor leaned over me, giving me a chance to sniff his heady scent before he said, "You sure don't look 70 kegs, does one of your Packages increases muscle density?" I could only nod my head slowly, enjoying the way he was sneakily glancing at areas of my anatomy he probably shouldn't have been. I was completely surprised when the physio, who still hadn't told me his name, offered me a hand getting down from the scales, even though they were only a few centimeters off the ground. Another physio was walking past as this happened and joked, "Watch out for Micheal, he's a smooth one." That physio was right, this Micheal guy was smooth and I was interested. I turned out to still be fairly short at just 157cm, though most of my height gain appeared to be in leg, seeming to perplex Micheal who took longer than was strictly required to measure my legs, not that I'm sure he wasn't just confused as I now had very long legs for my height. They were quite shapely too if I do say so myself. Micheal continued to take all my measurements, just like a tailor would have, so I could get some cheap and cheerful outfits from the hospital gift shops fabricator. After Micheal had gotten a female nurse to put some patches on my chest, apparently to monitor my heart, I was placed on a treadmill and told to run. Two things quickly became apparent as I ran on the treadmill, the first was that no Unmodified girl could possibly compete with me athletically, though the beautiful bouncing breasts that I now possessed would stop me ever being a top level athlete. The other was that guys seemed to really enjoy watching me run, most likely because of the mammaries that I'd just learnt would easily fill an E-cup bra. Thankfully, after an hour or so, Mum came back with some clothing for me to wear. It was probably more revealing than I'd have let Amy go out in had I still been in my original body, but I wasn't and I had a feeling that the tight pants and tank top mum was carrying would make my enhanced new body look simply awesome. I was then allowed to go and get changed as I'd just finished my exercises, though I was nowhere near as tired as I thought I should be after that much effort. It turned out that I was right in thinking that the clothes mum had acquired would make my new body look awesome, though they probably weren't acceptable for most occasions, but that was okay, because it meant a shopping spree in the next week or so. I hoped we could afford decent clothes for me, Harold didn't have the earning potential I once had and it was going to be hard for me to find a decent job at my apparent age, even being as beautiful as I now was. Chapter 6 My discharge from the hospital took significantly less time than I was expecting and before long, I was home. I casually walked in the door, barely noting that it was unlocked, before making the sharp left turn into the loungeroom, planning on flopping down on the couch and having a rest, though I expected mum to set me to work fairly quickly. I was quite surprised to find two men sitting comfortably in chairs, as if there was nothing perculiar about them being there. The only thing that stopped me screaming was that I recognised one of them. It might have been six years since I'd last seen the older man sitting on my couch, but there is no way you can forget the face of the man that tells you that your daughter is dead and that you now occupy her body. I didn't know what the ASIO agents, for I could only assume that both worked for ASIO, wanted with me but I was curious to find out, so I called out to mum, "We have some visitors mum." Daddy quickly walked into the room, a look of confusion on his face, he clearly wanted to know what I was talking about. The sight of the two men sitting on his couch stopped him in his tracks. The gentleman I'd first met all those years before quickly took charge of the situation, "Hello Mr. Johnson, My name is Deputy Director Adams with the Australian Security Intelligence Organisation, may I have a few words with your step-daughter in private please." Daddy could only nod and walk out the door, though I clearly heard him say, "Julie, why would ASIO want to talk to Amy?" I felt for Julie, as I knew she was legally bound and couldn't answer him. At least, I hoped that this was about who I used to be. Adams sat there quietly, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses he was wearing leaving me with no clue as to what he was thinking. After about five minutes, he finally revealed what he was thinking, and probably had been since I walked into the room by saying, "You turned out even sexier than I was hoping." I didn't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. I knew I'd kept my end of the bargain we'd made but I wasn't sure that word of my accident hadn't somehow been leaked for some as yet unknown reason. Adams went on, "Although I wasn't able to tell you much about myself or even all that much about your situation last time, I can potentially tell you a whole lot more today, maybe more than you ever wanted to know. "You see, the world doesn't run the way most people think it does, there are many puppets in this world, and very few puppet masters. Today I am here to offer you the oportunity to embark on the journey toward being a puppet master, having some control over your own destiny and having access to knowledge very few people have access to. "It's up to you, do you accept? Will you be a puppet, or will you take control of your own future?"