This choice: A young, Female version of himself • Go Back...Chapter #4The Birth of Ms Jane Smith by: Gavalar   Despite the warnings the machine spouted at me, I decided to proceed with my choice. I figured that it would be boring to have myself reborn into the same body and same life all over again. History would likely end up repeating itself that way. Besides, I already had a good 57 years of experience as a man before being put on ice. It was time for something new.
The experience of essentially being brought back to life was unlike anything I could have possibly imagined. I was in the dark for 20 years. No sight, No senses, No perception of the world around me; but I was alive. I believe I was at the crossroads between life & death. Trapped in Limbo, waiting for fate to pull me one way or the other. With no point of reference, I lost all concept of time, until fate finally called out to me.
That voice of that machine projected itself into my mind. It may have been artificial, but it was the first thing I had heard in 20 years. It was in those few moments that I was reminded of where I was and why. I selected a new beginning for myself, and that was where the fun began.
In the process of my rebirth I became overwhelmed with senses. I had grown too accustomed to the darkness and now I was being violently dragged into the light. It was terrifying, but also thrilling & exciting. I sensed things moving & working around me. For the first in what felt like an eternity I felt something touching me; handling me. I felt so small; so insignificant. I was no longer the man I remembered myself to be. I was a sensitive, fragile ball of flesh. But not for much longer.
Eventually the chaos subsided and a sense of calm was restored. My mind had become exhausted from the procedure and I fell into a deep sleep. I was awakened some time later by a bright yellow light shining in my eyes. My eyelids slowly peeled themselves open. The harsh light stung more, but I persevered until my eyes grew accustomed to it. My sight was blurred for a few moments as I learned to focus them again. The sound of birds chirping entered my ears. Such a beautiful sound to hear after an eternity of silence. As I listened I began to notice the sound of light breathing. I quickly identified it as myself, yet it sounded much softer than the last time I could remember.
As my eyes focused, I recognised that I was in the Master Bedroom of my Oxford Estate. I had requested to be brought there for my rebirth, though I remembered last being at my New York Penthouse. As I continued to take notice of my surroundings, I realised that I was in bed with a light sheet over me. I then forced myself to sit up to get a better look of the room.
That was when I really began to notice the changes. As I struggled to lift myself, I made some unexpectedly feminine moans. Long strands of light brown hair fell infront of my face as my body began to sit upright, and an unknown weight sat heavy across my chest. I lifted my right arm and held it out infront of myself. I was surprised by how small and slender my hand was along with the rest of my arm. As I put my arm down again, the sheet that had been covering my torso fell away. When I looked down, I discovered two firm, perky breasts protruding from my chest. The memory of my choices came back to me in that moment as I reached for the rest of the sheet and pulled it away. I had to lean forward a bit more to see past my breasts as I stared down at my crotch. I definitely didn't have a penis anymore, instead the outer lips of a vagina sat in its place.
"I am glad to see you are awake, John." A somewhat soothing voice interrupted my exploration. I turn to face the voice, instinctively grabbing the sheet to cover myself in the process. In the doorway I spot a young woman, wearing a white formal dress that stops just above her knees.
"Hhhuu... Hoooo...!!" My first attempts at speaking failed as I croaked noises you would expect to come from a cat coughing up a furrball. I cleared my throat in preparation for my next attempt.
"Who are you? A dry, feminine voice escaped my mouth.
"Apologies for the intrusion, but I was sent to help you adjust to your new body. We have already been acquainted, but I suppose you were never introduced to my physical form. My name is Tuesday." The woman informed me.
"You...You were the voice I heard. The one that woke me... Does that mean you're...?" I begin to put the pieces together.
"That is correct. I am a 5th Generation Cryo-Stocks Artificial Intelligence specialising in Client Reactivation and Rehabilitation. I spoke to you previously through my core network during the Reactivation stage. I come to you now in my physical form to aid you during your Rehabilitation."
It seemed that my initial suspicions had paid off. I now had a cybernetic carer in my home, though she looked impressively realistic. There was seemingly no noticeable difference between Tuesday & a real woman. Though her help was appreciated, her presence came with another concern to me.
"Well, thank you for coming, but I'm afraid I alrrady have a maid that can help me. Where is Martha, anyway?" I asked.
"My apologies, but I'm afraid that Miss Dudds resigned from her position at this residence 10 years ago. She stated that her job seemed rather pointless in your absence." The robot woman informed me.
"I see...I suppose I can't blame her for that. It must have been awfully dull around here for the last 20 years." I thought aloud, all while concealing my inner frustration at my most trusted Maid abandoning her post in my absence.
"Indeed... So, how are you adjusting to your new body? Have you come across any difficulties?" Tuesday asked me, shrugging off my remarks about the previous topic. How very Machine-like of her.
"It feels...Different, but that was to be expected. I do feel a bit stiff though. I'm not sure if I could walk right now." I tell her.
Tuesday nodded then approached the bed. She brought her arms behind me and began to lift me out of the bed with a surprising amount of ease. She is a machine, I suppose. She then brought me over to the full length mirror where I coukd get the first real look at my new self. My legs tried to walk the best that they could, but they were like jelly. Without Tuesday's aid, I would hve collapsed onto the floor.
As we approached the mirror, I was in awe at the reflection staring back at me. Gone was the rugged old man of the past. Now stood the naked reflection of a young, beautiful woman. There was still some hair in places, but it coukd be dealt with later. My face still shared a resemblance to my old self, but I feel it more closely resembled my late-mother. I figured that if I had a sister, this is what she would look like.
"All of your documents are still addressed to Mr John Smith. Would you like to change your name to something more appropriate?" Tuesday pointed out. She had a point. My life as John Smith ended 20 years ago. It was the beginning of a new chapter for me.
"Jane will do fine." I told her.
"Very well. Welcome to your new life, Ms Jane Smith!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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