Tassert led Sandra down a corridor after a last minute hug with her daughter and a lingering kiss with Harold. The agent seemed much more worn down than when she had first met her but given the circumstances of their visit and what they were presently doing, she could all but guess what was going on inside her head.
They walked quietly until they reached a set of double doors and, with one final breath, she turned and gave her a warm hug. "Good luck, Mrs. Maxwell." She returned the hug with as much warmth as she hoped she could convey under the circumstances and the smile on her face told her that it had been received. She pressed the pad next to the door and the two doors slid open with just the faintest hiss. Sandra took a few moments to collect her thoughts, looked down at herself one last time, and then stepped through the doors.
"Welcome, Mrs. Maxwell, we don't have a lot of time," came a sing-song voice that had just the right amount of priss that irritated her and when she turned, she noticed that a young man stood at the control panel of an interesting device. He tapped in a few commands, a few numbers, and then motioned for her to step forward onto a blue circular platform. "This will only be a second."
Hands from orderlies quickly reached out and stripped her of her blouse, skirt, belt, socks, shoes and then a pair of metal scissors came out and snipped off her panties and bra, leaving her there in all her nude glory. She wasn't in the best of shape but there was a small bit of pride that swelled up in her as she saw the man taking a bit longer than really necessary to glance at her before turning away with a small blush on his cheeks. "Err...yes...about your process, do you have any last minute questions?"
Sandra looked on as a small slab of metal rose from behind her and then somehow became soft and pliable enough to form a contour around her body frame down to the arches in her feet. "Um..what?"
He looked up from his position, his face still slightly flushed. "Any questions?"
She shook her head clear from the distractions around her and paused. "Yes...just one, really. Am I really going to be made into the person in my file?"
The man tapped a few buttons and a small screen popped up in front of her, mirroring what he was seeing. "You are Sandra Elizabeth Maxwell, 44, female, caucasian, 154 pounds, standing at a height of 5 feet 7 inches." He clicked a few more buttons and the screen shifted to a small readout. "Your new life will be dramatically different." He pressed another button and a small syringe sprung from a small arm that moved and then was deftly injected into her arm. "Any questions on your new life before you go under?"
The medicine was quick in reaction and Sandra could feel her eyes growing extremely heavy. "...can you tell me anything?"
The tech nodded and pressed another sequence of buttons with the screen scrolling through a bunch of text before he settled on one that, given the blurred lights and semi-drunken stupor Sandra felt creeping over her, she could not quite read. "When you awake, you'll be Thomas Gerald Mitchell, 19, caucasian male, 210 pounds, standing at a height of 6 feet 4 inches. Quite the looker, I might add..."
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