This choice: Greg Spencer a fourty year old convict. • Go Back... Another day in the cell. Another day wasted away. Your name is Greg Spencer. Twenty years ago during your college days the worst event of your life happened. During a party some random girl took you to her room and the two of you proceeded to have drunk sex. The girl was all over you and to everyone of your friends seemed like she was completely fine. Unfortunately for you, the next morning when she woke up the word "rape" came up. You were completely innocent. You were a kid having fun and didn't even realize the consequences of drunk sex. 20 years later and $200,000 in court bills you were now slowly rotting away in a jail cell with nowhere to go but down.
Luckily after 10 years in the hole you had managed to aquire your own cell and spent most of your time reading and writing about what could have been. So many missed opportunities. So many possibilities. Thoughts like these always flooded your head at night and since today was your birthday the plaguing thoughts further filled your mind as you drifted off to sleep...
You awoke to an unfamiliar room. The light was bright but not the sun and everything was white. No marks, no smudges, perfect. You were laying on a table and sat up and noticed that you were still wearing your uniform and to your knowledge was still in one piece. A small friendly voice then filled the room as if someone were speaking to you, "Hello Greg we have been waiting for you to wake up." Greg in his usual thuggish tone responded, "This better not be another parole meeting. I don't want to fail again." the voice then comically answered," Actually Greg that is precisely what this is. We Greg, know of your innocence. You did nothing wrong. Sex is an act of beauty and you were jailed for it. We understand you plight and are here to offer you a new life outside of jail." Greg couldn't believe his ears, "Thank you so much! I don't know what to say. When can I leave?" the voice then responded in a more serious manner, "In order to leave Greg you must make a sacrifice. You must give up your life." Greg, know puzzled asked, "what do you mean?" the voice quickly answered, "You will die, but then move on." Greg now scared asked, "But if I'm dead there will be no point in leaving prison." the voice rebuttled, "You will only be dead for 1 hour. Then you will come back." You thought about the proposition and knew that this might be your only way out for years. Wanting to get on with your life you responded with a yes. "Excellent" the voice cheerfully chimed, "Enjoy your freedom Greg." Your vision then went black.
You awoke in your cell confused by the dream you just had when suddenly your chest began pounding. The pain grew intense very quickly and you began screaming for help. Before you knew it you couldn't move or say anything. When help finally arrived you watched in horror and interest as the jail's medical team desperately tried to revive you. The lead EMT the painfully said, "We lost him." Next thing you knew the man closed your eyes and you heard as your body was zipped up in a body bag and you overheard someone say, "Take him to the city morgue. Heart attack got him." about 45 minuets later you could feel the bag be opened and heard a woman's voice detailing your body. You listened for other voices, but as far as you could tell it was just her. The woman then began detailing your burial arrangements and as you remembered since you had no family you had agreed to be cremated. She then confirmed that you had died of a heart attack when you suddenly felt your eyes open.
You were greeted by the sight of a beautiful twenty something girl wearing a sexy buisness suit that accented the wonderful curved of her waist, ass, and breasts. She began looking at you eyes when suddenly she stopped everything and began examining your head. Before you knew it tentacles sprang forth from your neck and enveloped the beautiful woman's head. You could hear tearing and ripping and a sort of sucking noise coming from your neck and soon enough the noise stopped. Very slowly you began to feel again, but you noticed that you were now standing and wearing tight shoes. The next thing you noticed was the feeling of air rushing over your legs and by then you managed to look down and was greeted by the body of the beautiful woman. You looked up at the mirror across the room and was greeted by your head resting gracefully on her neck was dumbfounded. You tried to say something and was greeted by her voice. You took your hand and felt down at the skirt that now fell above you mid-thigh and the slowly moved up as you felt your skinny abdomen and the reached up and felt your breasts. The black skirt and white blouse looked sexy, but you were freaked out as to why you now had some woman's body. You looked down at your old body and saw the girl's head now attached to it. You knew you had to get rid of it otherwise people would find it odd so you relecttanly put the body into the cremator and pondered what to do next...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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