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'Well, they lied to me' was the first thought that ran through my head.
"You won't have to answer any questions"
"It's going to be a small group of people, maybe one or two reporters and
a few cameramen."
"It'll be a 2 or 3 minute ordeal, then you can go."
When I stepped into the lobby, it was a media circus. National, Local,
and Global news crews were there. There was a podium with a dozen
microphones that I was expected to speak into. There were dozens, if not
hundreds of reporters, and I was blinded by the camera flashes. It was
obvious, this was not going to be a 2 or 3 minute ordeal.
Fortunately, Doctor Johns did most of the talking, at least at first.
There were dozens of questions about the surgery itself, and I learned
more from their questions than I had from anything they'd told me.
Apparently, they'd cut my skull, or skulls, I should say, in half
laterally, and the surgery itself had taken over 24 hours, with a half-
dozen surgeons working on me at any given time, in 3 shifts. They got
really technical, actually, which surprised me, as I'd never heard any
sort of medical pressconference. My nerves were individually connected
with a previously experimental connective device, and there were a
ridiculous number of nerves connected this way. I'd almost died three
times on the table, not counting the brief seconds I'd been dead before
they got my original head on a bypass unit. The tissue match between
Christine and myself was unbelievable, considering our lack of relation.
It was, in the doctor's words, a one in a billion chance.
The questions drifted to my current status, and that was when I was
brought out. Blinding flashes, more of them this time, and an
uncountable number of people staring at me. "Umm, I'm not exactly used
to this. What was that first question again?"
"How do you feel?"
"Whoo...that's a loaded question. All right. I feel pretty good, all
things considered. I haven't been in any pain ever since physical
therapy started."
"Have you been in contact with Christine's family?"
"Not really. The first time I woke up, they were there, but I haven't
seen or spoken to them since. I don't know if they or I could handle
that right now."
"How is your wife handling this?"
"You would definitely have to ask her, but we're getting along fine. We
haven't been able to spend much time together, though."
"If you could say anything to Christine now, what would it be?"
"Umm. Thank you? I'm sorry? This isn't what either of us wanted that
day to bring. She didn't deserve to die, I didn't deserve to live. I'm
happy to be alive, but it's been a big change."
"How are you adjusting to such a, well, to put it bluntly, completely
different body?"
It took me a moment to answer that one. "I don't know if I really have
adjusted. Every day since I've been awake, it's been therapy, exercise,
learning to walk and write and hold things, I haven't really had any time
to adjust mentally. It was just a week ago I went to the bathroom by
myself for the first time." That got a chuckle from about half the
reporters.
I took a couple more questions, but avoided getting too personal, I "umm"
and "uhh"-ed my way through the last one, asking if I felt my sexual
orientation would have changed, and that's when the Doctor stepped back
up and let me sit down.
It had felt like an hour or more, but I'd only talked for about 10
minutes. As I sat there, I was well aware of the fact they were all
still looking at me, trying to get more information from my body
language. I wished I could just stare at my cell phone, maybe play some
Angry Birds, or look at Reddit, anything would have been better than
this.
Finally, we were done, or so I thought. Some of the reporters left, but
several stayed, each trying to get an exclusive interview, or inviting me
to appear on their show, or a dozen other things. Fortunately, the
hospital lawyer stepped in. Turns out, he was on my side after all. He
at least got them off of me, for now. I went back to the hospital room,
laid on the bed that had been my home for longer than I could even
remember, and cried into Christine's hands.
An hour later, I picked up the phone and called my therapist's emergency
number. I needed to talk to her, right then.
The realization that my body wasn't my own concerned her, although she
admitted that it was something she expected. It was something that had
occurred with the face transplant recipients, but to a larger extent. I
wasn't just looking at a different face, I was looking at my friend's
face in the mirror. I was wiping her vagina when I peed, I was breathing
with her lungs, I was writing with her hands. My voice was a combination
of hers and mine, with my dialect and pronunciation being delivered in
her soft tone.
I wasn't going to hurt myself. That was her primary concern. That
would've been selfish, wasteful, and would've made all the work I'd done
over the past months meaningless. We talked on the phone for over an
hour, before I was able to say goodbye.
Even though I'd been walking fine for over a month, the hospital made me
sit in a wheelchair and get wheeled out to the car. Liz was driving me
home in my car, and as I sat in the passenger seat I realized something.
"I'm not going to be able to drive this anymore."
"What do you mean?" Liz gave me a look.
"I'm too short, this car won't work. I won't be able to reach the
pedals, or see over the steering wheel." Life had changed, all right.
"Hmm" Liz always was good with words.
The drive home was pretty uneventful, we didn't talk much. We'd talked
more the past two months than we had in the entire 10 years we'd been
married, I guess we were both all talked out.
When we got home, Vicki, Cindy, and Adam were already there. I guess I
wasn't quite done with talking to people just yet. I hadn't really
talked to either of my sisters since the accident, I figured that was a
talk long overdue.
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My throat still hurt from the press conference. I was beginning to
understand why Christine was always so soft-spoken, her throat didn't
really like being told to speak up. Vicki and Cindy were sitting on the
couch, while Adam was doing something in the bedroom. The dogs were
running around like crazy, excited by all the company, which, of course,
I was company now. They didn't recognize me anymore, which meant they
were all over me.
I got a soda from the fridge, having to step on my tiptoes to read the
glasses. I couldn't even see the stuff on the top shelf, which meant I
was definitely going to have to get a step stool or something. It was
embarrassing, but fortunately nobody else was in the room with me. I had
made mental notes of lots of things I was going to have to buy.
After I poured my drink, I ventured into the living room, and sat on the
loveseat. This was going to be a much worse press conference than the
one I'd been at earlier.
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Cindy, my sister, was actually my biological mother. I'd been adopted by
her parents at birth, so it made things more difficult for her. Vicki
had all but raised me, as well as being my boss. She'd hired me right
out of college. I was a generation younger than them beforehand, now
even younger. Our family dynamics were pretty confusing to the outsider,
but it worked out.
Things started out pleasantly, Vicki and I talked about work, how they'd
been getting on without me (horribly), how I was going to handle going
back to work, and so on. With the media circus surrounding me, it was
sure to have an effect on my job, and she'd already been pestered for
interviews.
Cindy was quiet, until she made the comment about Vicki and I "You guys
don't look the same anymore." It was true, Vicki and I had always had
similar features, dark curly hair, heavier set, round faces. Now, I was
slim, petite, and had long, straight blonde hair. That realization is
all it took for Vicki and I to start crying.
We settled down some, then Cindy had some questions, wondering if I was a
lesbian now, if Liz and I were still together, what we were going to do
with all of my old clothes and stuff I couldn't really use anymore.
Despite everything that had happened, and changing my legal status, I
didn't really feel like a woman, I explained. I still felt like a man,
and I still loved Liz. Liz smiled at that, at least. We'd had to
dissolve our marriage to get the legal issues all straightened out, but
it didn't mean Liz and I were actually splitting up.
I hadn't thought about my stuff, but Cindy was right. All of my clothes
were useless to me now, not to mention a good number of my other
belongings. I told her I'd probably donate most of my clothes, sell what
I could, and figure things out from there.
Cindy was a mess by the time we were done. I didn't look like anyone she
could recognize as her family anymore, and that obviously bothered us
all, but it hit her the hardest. Everyone kept wanting to know how I was
adapting to being a woman now, but the truth was I hadn't really adapted
yet.
I hadn't let myself think about how my body reacted to stimuli, how
completely foreign every movement felt. The physical therapist had told
me I'd feel like that for a while, but that it should subside once I had
more time to get used to my new body.
I was getting hungry, so we ordered a pizza, and my sisters left. I went
to go see what Adam was up to, as he had been in mine and Liz's bedroom
since we got home. I opened the door, and he was stacking boxes full of
stuff, I'm assuming Christine's, in the room.
"What's up?" My comment made him jump.
"Jesus, that's fucked up. You sound like her even." He wasn't the type
to show emotion normally, but I could tell he wasn't exactly comfortable
with the situation. What guy would be okay with his dead ex-girlfriend
walking around, still being part of his life?
"Yeah, it's kinda weird. I get her actual voice, with my accent and
dialect. Makes my throat hurt like hell, too."
"Yeah, she always had sore throats, I'll bring over some of her cough
drops next time I come over."
"Thanks. So is this her stuff? I thought it was at her Mom's?"
"Yeah. I've been spending a lot of time over there with them, and they
really just wanted the stuff gone." Christine's mother lived a block
over, we literally walked by the house every day with the dogs.
"Great. So I'm inheriting her entire life it seems." I opened one of
the boxes that was sitting on the bed, it had her laptop, her work ID,
and stuff that looked like it'd go on a computer desk.
"Well, not all of it, obviously" Adam was referring to Christine's large
snake and reptile collection. I'd always had a fear of snakes. "I sold
most of the snakes, and I figure I can keep the rest of the animals."
"That's fair. So what are in all the rest of these?"
"Clothes mostly. Plus her guitar, and a bunch of other random stuff that
wasn't mine from the apartment." Great. Not only was I walking around
in a dead girl's body, I was going to be wearing a dead girl's clothes as
well. I figured I could still sell whatever I didn't want, so it worked
out.
"All right. Well, wanna give me a hand clearing out my half of the
closet? Not gonna be needing any of those clothes anymore." I motioned
toward the closet door, and he slid my side open.
A dozen pairs of jeans, work pants, and dress pants, in the goodwill bag.
Even more shirts, in the same bag. Ripped pants I kept wanting to fix,
in the trash. An expensive suit I'd bought just a few months ago...that
one I'd try to sell. I emptied my sock and underwear drawer into
thetrash, my tee-shirts I decided to save a few for sleeping in, and most
of the rest was trash.
I now had three shirts, filling up 6 drawers and half of a large closet.
However, I also had a large stack of boxes filled with clothes and other
things.
Adam and I sat there on the bed, neither of us saying a word or looking
at each other. He probably knew more about Christine than anyone could,
but I couldn't bear to bother him for personal details about the body I
was borrowing.
"Well, guess I better get started on the boxes. I'm gonna need to change
clothes at some point."
"All right then." Adam didn't look up, he had a look on his face. He
looked as if he couldn't tell whether to stay or go.
"Hey, I got a question. What about Christine's car? Is it up for sale
or...?" I had just thought of it, her car fit her body, I could drive it
without any problem.
"Yeah. It's not worth much, but it's up on Craigslist. I'll take it
down if you want it." Adam must have guessed at what I meant.
"I'll pay for it, obviously." A car was a big thing, it wasn't like the
rest of this stuff, which was monetarily worthless.
"All right."
Adam still hadn't looked up when Liz entered the room. "What are you two
doing back here?"
"Adam helped me clean out the closet and drawers. Here, take this stuff
out to the garbage" I winked at her as I gestured toward the large black
trash bags full of old ratty clothes.
"I'll get it," Adam said as he stood, grabbing both bags and heading out
the door. I heard the door slam behind him. I couldn't tell if he was
angry or just upset in general. He'd always been hard to read.
"Well, that was awkward." Awkward moments were becoming a regular thing
for me, it seemed.
"So what are we gonna do now?" Liz asked, obviously exhausted.
"Well, I've got a bunch of boxes of clothes to do something with, I guess
that's going to take up most of the rest of the day."
"Great. I guess I'll just sit here then," Liz sat at the head of the
bed, and Lily, our puppy, jumped on the bed and curled up in her lap.
"Figures" I stuck my tongue out at her, grinning. I took the box with
the laptop and stuff into my office, figuring anything not clothing-
related was going in there, for the time being. The guitar bag and
amplifier, the CD wallet, all of those went in the office.
Some of the boxes contained photo albums. I was pretty sure her mother
would want those, so I set them aside in the living room. I'd figure out
a way to talk to her about them.
When I got back in the bedroom, Liz had opened a box of clothes, and was
looking through them. That's when I realized, Liz and I could probably
at least wear the same shirts now. Liz was tall, but thin, and the size
difference probably wasn't enough to be a very big issue. I opened the
next box on the stack, and discovered it was full of underwear, lingerie,
and other sorts of intimate attire. I pulled a silky black negligee out
of the box, held it up, andgave Liz a look before we both burst out
laughing. I laid it down, and dumped the rest of the box out onto the
bed. I sorted through the panties, thongs, and bras, separating what was
obviously designed to look sexy from the things I might actually consider
wearing. In the end, I had about a half-dozen bras, maybe more, that
were in a couple of different sizes. Liz explained to me that different
brands were sized slightly differently, and while I was a 34C in a couple
brands that she said usually ran small, most of what I had left were 34B.
Breasts were confusing, I liked it much better when they were just for
playing with.
I suddenly imagined burying my face in Liz's chest, remembering the taste
of her skin, how she squirmed when I would roll her nipples between my
teeth. 'Funny' I thought, 'That's the first sexual thought I've had in
months.' It was true, ever since the accident I hadn't thought about sex
at all. I guess I'd had so much on my mind, and had stayed so busy, that
I didn't really have time to think about it.
The panties were a different story. I wasn't even sure what the cuts
were called, but there were several different kinds. I'd ruled out
thongs, they were in the 'Rejected' pile, but I was still left with some
that felt kind offlimsy. I'd folded Liz's before when doing laundry, but
now that I was looking at them as something I was going to have to wear,
for the rest of my life, I was curious about them.
The ones I had put on this morning were pretty plain, stripey and covered
my bottom as well as could be expected. Christine had been very shapely,
so I couldn't expect much coverage in that respect. On the plus side,
though, most of her things were cute, and not overly girly. I finished
sorting and folding them, on autopilotalmost. I'd put away Liz's things
so much, handling and folding women's clothing was nothing new to me.
One of the things I was realizing, though, was that nothing was nearly as
easy as it had been. Since I'd had to relearn to use every muscle
because of new nerve connections, I had no muscle memory. I had to focus
on every task I wanted to accomplish, no matter how minor. It's amazing
how much we take for granted, but if I had to scratch an itch, I had to
focus on moving my arm to the right spot.
I opened my now-empty sock drawer and laid the few remaining sets of
underthings in it. My sock drawer, previously at chest height, was now
at eye level. This wasn't going to work very well. I pulled the clothes
out, and Liz helped me get the TV and vase off the dresser. I tilted it
against the wall and began to unscrew the legs. I'd be damned if I was
going to let my own dresser win against me.
After I finished, I once again had decent access to the top drawer. I
loaded it back up, and sat the 'Rejected' pile back in the box it had
come in. Something kept me from tossing them into the trash, even though
they weren't really donatable. I tore into the next box, finding socks,
stockings, and more "sexy" attire. Apparently Christine had kept Adam
quite happy, judging by the sheer number of skimpy outfits she had. I
tossed the socks into the drawer haphazardly, dumped the rest into the
'Rejected' box, and moved on.
It took less than an hour to go through all of the boxes. Liz left me
alone to try on some of the things I was unsure about keeping. I wasn't
sure why she left, but I was glad to have a little privacy. As I
undressed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I'd never really
had a chance to see Christine's body up close and personal like this, I
really was a knockout. Pretty much every teenage boy's dream had come
true, I had complete control over the most beautiful girl around; except
for the fact that I couldn't find the nerve to do any of the things the
teenage boys would have fantasized about.
-
Clothes were put away, and I'd changed into a huge sleepshirt which had
been my favorite tee before the accident. Things were looking up, but
there was a false sense of normalcy about the evening. Liz was watching
TV, but wasn't paying attention to it. When I walked into the living
room, she looked up.
"That thing comes down to your knees now," She said, smirking at the
shirt.
"Yeah well, you invest this kinda time into a shirt, you don't just throw
it out," I replied. I had made the shirt myself, an experiment in
stencil bleaching and re-dying. It had taken several days to cut the
stencil and make the shirt, a near-perfect image of an anime character's
motorcycle helmet.
"Well, you could probably make another one just like it that would fit."
"Yeah, but then I wouldn't have anything to sleep in." Christine
apparently wasn't fond of pajamas, as I hadn't found anything in her
clothes I'd inherited.
Liz sort of chuckled, then turned back to the TV. "You should check your
email, there's an AMA request on Reddit for you, and I'm sure tons of
other stuff you'll have fun with."
I hadn't looked at my email since the accident. I was pretty sure when I
opened either of my mail accounts, something was going to break. I
grunted an agreement, and trotted back to my office.
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