“Mrs Meadows the patient is coming round” I heard I voice say as the world swam into view. Patient…that’s got to be me. Painfully I remembered the car hitting me and winced mentally. Except I didn’t feel any pain?
“Steve can you hear me?” Andrea asked urgently.
“Yeah I can hear you” I replied…but my voice…it sounded terribly wrong. Nasally and husky, like I was getting over a cold, but much higher pitched. “What’s wrong with my voice?” I asked. Andrea looked nervously at the doctor.
“Steve, you and mom were in an accident. Do you remember?” Andrea continued.
“Yeah…oh god, your mom…did I get her out of the way in time?” I croaked.
“Yes Mr Meadows you did” The doctor picked up “But unfortunately Mrs Gates suffered a fatal brain aneurism on the way to hospital. There was nothing anyone could do”
“Oh Andrea I’m so sorry…Jesus your father’s going to hate me even more” I replied, this time touching my throat with a hand. It felt weird.
“Listen don’t worry about that now Steve. We have something to tell you and its not going to be easy to hear” I could see that Andrea was extremely worried about something.
“What is it? Am I paralysed or something?” But no, I could wiggle my toes and move my legs.
“Mr Meadows. I’m afraid you body was fatally injured in the accident, we were forced to undertake a new and unprecedented procedure. You’ve unconscious for almost four weeks” The doctor said gravely.
“Fatally injured? But how can that be? My body feels just fine?” I replied perplex.
“That’s because it is not your body Mr Meadows”
“What!?”
“In short we were forced to undertake a full experimental brain transplant, moving your brain into that of a donor body” The doctor explained.
“Who’s!?” I gasped.
The doctor looked at Andrea. How took and deep breath and spoke “My mothers.”
“No that’s impossible!” I said incredibly and let out a laugh, though it came out a nasally croak. Panic was rising in my throat. Did my ass feel larger underneath me and I suddenly couldn’t deny the weight on chest.
“Perhaps you should see for yourself” the Doctor said and turned a hand mirror towards me. I could only stare in horror at Marsha’s 58 year old face reflected back, looking even older without the heavy make-up that usually smothered it. The last thing I remember before the doctor sedated me back into blissful unconsciousness was the sound of my own husky scream.
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