This choice: Jessica Milano, 26 year old personal trainer and model. • Go Back...Chapter #5Jessica Milano, a personal trainer and model. by: Wassel   ...It was a woman. Someone you recognized from your fleeting visits to the local gym with your best buddy Randall. Having talked you into working out with him, in a vain attempt to get jacked for the coming year (along with taking weight lifting at school). To both improve his luck with the opposite sex, as well as improve your chances of actually having sex with your girlfriend, Allison, before the year was out. So far, you really hadn't really been all that successful. Having instead of lifting any weights, spent most of your time there messing around on the exercise bikes, as well as ogling girls. One girl in particularly, who the two of you had become rather smitten by, being the very same woman that was now laying on the hospital bed before you. That now being your little sister.
No way! you heard yourself gasp, yet no sound escaped your lips. It being only now, while sitting there staring at this incredibly attractive, much older woman, that you finally accepted this as being real. That the doctors really had performed a brain transplant. Almost feeling like you were about to faint.
You didn't though. Managing to stay conscious enough to ask, "Who... Who is she?" as your eyes examined every inch of her form. Having never actually found out her name.
"Her name was Jessica. Jessica Milano," Dr. Saunders informed you. "She was a personal trainer I believe. Arrived yesterday afternoon, after collapsing in the gym. Seems she had an aneurysm in the middle working out."
"Oh God... And that... That's really Tabitha now?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
If he hadn't have told you this, there really would be no possible way to tell. There not even being a hint anywhere that this was indeed your sister. 'Jessica' looking every bit the same as she had the last time you'd seen her at the gym. Minus the tight, form fitting and rather showy workout gear of course. This having instead been replaced by a drab green colored hospital gown. Much the same as you were currently wearing. Gone was the blonde hair, cute little button nose and still developing, adolescent figure. Replaced instead by long, almost jet black locks. Fine, model like features and full, pouty lips. Not to mention that she was now more than half a foot taller, and although mostly covered by sheets, you knew for a fact that her body was so much curvier, and, dare you say it... stacked. Jessica having a figure to die for. Being insanely slim and in shape, with an incredible set of muscular legs, a perfect ass, toned stomach, narrow waist, and to top it all off, an absolutely gigantic chest. Both you and Randall being almost 100% sure that it had to be fake. Nobody that fit and with that small a waist could possibly have tits that were naturally that large. It all just seeming a little too much like the perfect package. But what a package she was...
Shit! Snap out of it, Tim! you said to yourself. Getting caught up in the memory of watching this beautiful creature actually working out. Bending and stretching, and giving you an incredible view of that amazing ass. Having to remind yourself that this was your sister now. Having gone from a dorky 13 year old kid to a mid 20-something babe. The kind you found on instagram and twitter posting pictures of their bodies all day long. Definitely having something to be proud of.
Picking up from where Saunders left off, Kerry again piped up. "It was unfortunate for Miss. Milano, yes, but fortunate for us. Seeing how, apart from the aneurysm, her body was in both perfect health and peak physical condition. Making her an ideal candidate for the procedure. Really we couldn't have been more lucky."
"But... But she's like a full grown woman now," you said. It hardly being 'ideal'. Tabitha was barely a teenager. Having only turned 13 a couple of months ago.
"Yes. 26 in fact," he stated. "Though, rather your sister be a few years older than not alive at all, eh?" It becoming quite clear to see that Kerry's specialty lay in medical matters, not really in tact.
"I... I guess."
Thank God Saunders was there then. Being a bit more thoughtful when it came to dealing with all this.
"I know it's a shock right now and it will take time to adjust, but look at it this way, Tim," he said, placing a hand on your shoulder, "She's still the same Tabitha you knew, inside. It's just the outer package that's changed. It's as simple as that."
He was right of course. If everything they had said was true and she was now perfectly fine, and would wake up the exact same Tabitha as before, then really there wasn't that much of a difference. Other than the aesthetic. You still loved her deeply and would do your best to support her though this change, it was just... Well, it was just so damn weird, looking at this incredibly attractive babe you'd had more than your fair share of dirty thoughts about, and picturing your little sister inside. It definitely being something that was going to take a lot of getting used to.
"Well, ahum..." Kerry then coughed. "Not quite as simple as that, Dr. Saunders..." Looking cryptically towards his colleague, who did not seem to appreciate this at all.
"Yes, Dr. Kerry. I was getting to that," Saunders replied through gritted teeth. Looking rather frustrated. It being obvious that there was something else they weren't telling you. Something big.
"What? What were you getting to?" you asked. Looking to them both. Again, neither man looking like he really wanted to answer.
Letting out a sigh and once again dropping to his knees in front of you, Saunders then explained as best he could, that although the procedure they had used had saved Tabitha's life, it wasn't officially sanctioned by either the hospital or the medical board. Nor was it strictly legal. Dr. Kerry having apparently decided to do it off of his own back, and it having been kept quiet ever since. Nobody else in the entire hospital, apart from them two, knowing the truth. This news feeling like you'd once again been punched square in the face. Desperate to know what this meant going forward.
"We've already spoken to your parents about this, as well as Jessica's boyfriend, and we all agreed, we're going to have to keep the whole thing a secret. The transplant, Tabitha being alive and Jessica being dead. Everything. Otherwise the consequences will be too high. We will both lose our jobs and quite possibly go to jail and Tabitha will be hounded by the media for the rest of her life. She'll never get a moments piece. Never mind all the legal ramifications that will come with being inside someone else's body."
"You've got to be kidding me?" you croaked. Not knowing whether to laugh at this or cry. This idea being simply preposterous. "How the hell are we supposed to do that?"
"I know it won't be easy," he replied, "at least not at first, but believe me, it will be much easier in the long run. Tabitha will simply have to 'act' the part of Jessica in public. The rest of the time she can still be herself." Adding that, "You'll all be very well compensated of course. Just to make things a little easier."
Easier? You very much doubted anything would make this any easier. Especially not money. Basically being told that you were going to have to pretend like your sister was dead and that she was now someone else. It was insane! Muttering quietly, "I can't believe my parents actually agreed to this..."
"Not just your parents, but David and Randall too," Kerry said. Referring to your little brother and your best friend. Both having been in the car when the accident had happened, and no doubt both aware of all of this now. "They also agreed that its in Tabitha's best interests to do so."
You felt like you were going mad. Were you the only one who was against this idea? Why did they all fine with it and you weren't? Sure, you guessed perhaps they had had a little longer to let it all sink in, but even still... This was your little sister's life they were debating, and she wasn't even awake yet, or had any idea what had happened to her to defend it. Thinking to yourself then, that as much as shock as it was for you, it was going to be more so for her.
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