This choice: Your attractive history teacher, Miss. Card. • Go Back...Chapter #3Your attractive history teacher, Miss. Card. by: Unknown “...Well, I'm sorry to break this to you, but it's actually someone from your school. One of your teachers, in fact. A miss. Laura Card.”
“Miss. Card?…” you gasped. "No way!" Now imagine your favorite teacher at school. Miss. Card is actually many students' favorite teacher. Especially men. Be both extremely friendly and extremely attractive.
She had taught history and only started at the school last year. She was in her late twenties, although she could probably be considered younger (even with the sexy black glasses she sometimes wore that made her seem so much more mature). She had long, wavy dark auburn hair that reached a third of her back, large brown doe eyes, and a very gentle and model-like face. Her figure was very slim, although curvy in the best places. They have the kind of ass you've often been fascinated by, and also the most amazing pair of breasts you think you've ever seen (outside of a porn movie). To say they were big would be an understatement, miss. Card had the kind of rack that made grown men cry. They burst out of her thin frame like two ripe watermelons. She stretches the fabric of her turtlenecks and simple blouses so tightly that you can almost always see the seams of her bra underneath. She was almost like some kind of fantasy woman, she was so hot. But not like one of those slutty blonde bimbo guys with the fake boobs and the bad tan. Rather, a much more classic, down-to-earth, less conceited one. Miss. Card was barely aware of her incredible beauty and immense sexual appeal. She treats her students with the same patience and kindness as anyone else. The fact that she was now dead filled one with a tremendous sense of loss. Even though you spent most of your time in class staring at her, you admired her greatly.
"Unfortunately, she was involved in the same car accident as you and your family," Dr. Saunders gone. Explain what happened. “When the truck collided with your father's van, the driver behind him apparently slammed on the brakes as quickly as he could. And since Miss Card was in the car behind, she couldn't stop in time. Of course her airbag deployed, and although in most cases she would have escaped with mild whiplash or a minor skeletal fracture, Miss. Card apparently suffered a small blood clot in her brain, which unfortunately ruptured on impact, causing an aneurysm that ultimately killed her.
"Jesus!" You gasp, quite amazed that someone could die so suddenly.
“Yes, it was very unfortunate,” Kerry spoke up again. "She was a perfectly fit and healthy woman, apart from that blood clot...That is of course one of the reasons why she was the perfect candidate to be a donor for her mother."
“So... So she's Miss now. card. She’s really in her body?” It’s almost impossible to really turn your head. Your mother, the woman who gave birth to you, was now your smoking hot teacher.
“Yes,” Kerry nodded. “And as mentioned, she is adapting well to her new body. It's really amazing. The operation was a complete success.” He seems particularly pleased with himself.
Although they were relieved that your mother was okay. The shock of being told she was in her son's teacher's body was not easy to overcome. It now raises all sorts of questions and concerns. The most important of these is: "But... She's younger now." Your mother was 40 years old, but now she was in her late 20s. How the hell would that work? How is this all supposed to work?
As Dr. Sensing this, Saunders replied, “I know. It's obviously not ideal, but unfortunately we just didn't have time to find a more viable donor, most of the bodies were no longer viable. They must understand that the part of their mother's brain that we removed had a defect." The wait for another brain-dead patient to arrive could have taken hours, if not days. She would rather be a few years younger than no longer be with us.
That actually made sense, and you were grateful to them for keeping her alive. I don't know what you would have done if Mom had actually died. She gave birth to you, raised you and was always there for you and your siblings. She loves you inside and out. Even better than you, your girlfried Allison and your best friend Randal. It was just that now, after hearing all this, you had no idea what was going to happen from now on. There was so much to understand. Mom was Miss. card. The real miss. Card was dead. It was crazy.
However, that wasn't the end of the bad news. Dr. Saunders looked rather uncomfortable again as he began, "I'm afraid that's not all we have to say to you either."
“Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well..." he continued, "...due to the experimental nature of the procedure and the fact that it was...not strictly, for lack of a better word, 'legal,' we feel that it is in the..." Im It's best to be clear that we need to do this so that none of this happens. As far as everyone else needs to know, it was your mother who died, not Laura Card.
“Wuh-what? You... You can't be serious!?" You screamed. The mere suggestion is shocking. “Are you really going to act like my mother died?”
However, he was serious. Deadly. I then explain to you that it would only take place in public and that you and your family would still know the truth. “It's just that life could become very difficult indeed for your mother if the news gets out. For all of you. The media will report on it. None of you will ever get a moment report. Not to mention the actual legal matter.” The
Consequences of a brain transplant into someone else's body... Well, who knows what will even happen there. There is no precedent for this.
“I know it might seem extreme,” Kerry then added. I support Saunder. “But it’s really the only option. Your father had already agreed to this to save her life.”
He did what?! You couldn't believe this. Your father actually agreed to this? To deprive mom of her life and make her live someone else's! They couldn't. It was wrong. Mom wasn’t Miss. Card, she was Jennifer Connors. The woman who gave birth to you and was always there for you, she was a loving onehousewife and mother. You couldn't let them do this to her. You wouldn't.
"No. No way. You can’t do that!” You protested. I'm getting pretty angry. “You can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist. It's... It's crazy! You're crazy! This whole damn thing is crazy!”
“Tim, please. I know this must be very annoying for you, but…”
“Transform her again!” you demanded. I try my best to sit up, but I find it difficult. Groaning as you lifted your neck, “Put her brain back in her own body where it belongs!”
We can’t do that,” Saunders said, shaking his head. Explain why it wouldn't work. However, you were too excited to even care at the moment. The thought of your mother losing her identity like this is just too much to bear.
I'm now screaming at him: "Yes, you damn well can do that!" Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your chest. Your head quickly becomes quite dizzy as you find it increasingly difficult to breathe. “So just… just…”
The next thing you knew, you were falling back onto your pillow, feeling the world suddenly close in around you. Everything got pretty dark when Dr. Saunders' voice echoed from somewhere nearby. Calls out, “Tim? Tim, can you hear me? ...Tim?"
Then everything went black.
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