This choice: Traci Myers, the 26 year old trophy wife of an extremely wealthy businessman. • Go Back...Chapter #5Traci Myers, a trophy wife. by: Wassel   "...A young woman by the name of Traci Myers."
Traci Myers? ... Woman? You couldn't believe your ears. Was he seriously saying that you were a girl now? This revelation hitting you like a ton of bricks.
"She was involved in the same car accident that you and your family were," he continued, "Two cars back. The driver in front slammed on his brakes and it seems that Mrs. Myers went into the back of him. Hit her head on the steering wheel and unfortunately ended up having an aneurysm. By the time she got to us it was already too late to do anything. But not for you. The nature of her injuries making her an ideal candidate for the transplant procedure. Seeing how, apart from a small section of her brain, the rest of her body was in perfect working order."
"Oh my God... Are... Are you serious?" you shrieked. Your croaky voice now sounding rather strange. As if you were only properly hearing it for the first time. "I'm a girl now?" And a 'Mrs" at that!
"I'm afraid so, Tim," the other doctor, Saunder's replied. Stepping in now. "Unfortunately it was our only option. Your brain was in perfect working order but your body was failing. The machines could only keep you alive for so long. That is why Dr. Kerry here suggested the transplant procedure to your parents in the first place. To save your life.
"I know it's not exactly ideal, but it is better than the alternative. Plus, we've ran numerous tests and the procedure seems to have been a resounding success. So you have nothing to worry about on that front."
You knew you should be grateful for this, but right now you couldn't really feel anything other than complete and utter shock at the fact that you were now in some strange woman's body. Not recognizing her name at all.
"Wh-who was she?" you stuttered weakly. Still reeling from this revelation, though at the same time anxious to know as much as you possibly could. "Who am I now?"
"Well she is... was, the wife of a local businessman," Saunders said. "Perhaps you've heard of him, Daniel Myers? Owner of Myers Hotels, as well as various other properties both here and abroad. He made the cover of Time magazine several months ago in fact. He's one of the wealthiest men in the country."
Whoa... you thought. "Seriously?" Having perhaps not heard of him, but you'd definitely heard of the hotel chain. It being one of the biggest out there. And if he was on the cover of Time, then this guy had to be like some kind of Donald Trump type figure, which seriously blew your mind.
"Yes," Saunders nodded. Clearly knowing a lot more about him than you did. "I believe he's had several divorces throughout the years, but Traci was his most recent wife."
"It seems he liked them young," Kerry added, with a grin. This giving you the impression that her husband was a much, much older man.
Dr. Saunders didn't seem to appreciate this comment however, chastising his colleague once again, while you were left curious to know just how old exactly you now were. Suddenly becoming a woman was bad enough, but what if you were like 40 or something? The same age as your own parents. That would be just too much.
"How old was she?" you asked. Putting this to him.
"26 I believe. So there's only a 10 year difference between you both. It could have been much worse."
True, it could definitely have been worse. But still, that was 10 years of your life now completely gone. 10 years that you'd never be able to get back. Being 10 years older than your best friend, Randall now. 10 years older than Allison Lowry, the girl you used to fantasize about becoming your girlfriend... Not that anything could happen there anyway, you of course realized, even if you were still 16. You were a girl now, and you doubted Allison swung that way. As far as you were aware...
Sensing that this was troubling you, the kindly doctor placed a hand on your shoulder to comfort you. His voice soothing as he said, "Look, Tim, I know this isn't exactly ideal, but we really didn't have any other option. It was either Mrs. Myers, or nothing. We were just trying to save you life."
"I... I know, and I'm thankful." You really were. "It's just... It's... It's so hard to believe." Your entire world had just been turned upside down after all, and you sill didn't even know what you looked like. The numbness from the drugs, added to your position on the bed, making it all but impossible to see for yourself. Thinking that perhaps, if you could see this woman... this Traci Myers, you might actually be able to get your head around it a little better. Start to accept it and move on. At least that's what you told yourself.
Asking him this then, Dr. Saunders replied, "Of course. Dr. Kerry, can you please hand me that mirror?" Watching then as Kerry picked a small hand held mirror up off a nearby table and passed it to him. Feeling a growing sense of dread starting to build in your stomach as Saunders moved it towards you. Gasping as you came face to face with your new face.
Oh God. It's real! you squeaked, on catching sight of your new reflection. Finding that there, staring back at you, was an extremely attractive blonde woman. Wearing an incredibly shocked expression on her face. Similarly blown away by what she saw. I really am a chick! This... This is insane! It was. The woman in the mirror being much older than you were, with long, seemingly dyed, platinum blonde hair, that was all matted and disheveled from the surgery. Deep blue eyes that were currently all red and puffy, while a series of small stitches decorated the top of one eye. Her skin tanned, and her lips rather plump, as if they'd been injected with something. It being utterly bizarre and surreal to realize then that this woman, who looked somewhat like a living Barbie doll, she was now you.
"As you can see, there really is very little sign of any external damage visible to the cranium," Dr. Kerry then decided to explain, while you continued to stare slack-jawed into the mirror. "We even managed to preserve Miss. Myers' hair using a rather new and highly advanced, non-evasive surgery technique that I patented myself." Being seemingly unable to help his boasting. "To an outside observer, they wouldn't even know anything was amiss."
The other doctor quickly shushed him however. Clearly not thinking this either the time nor the place. Not that you were really listening to be honest.
"This... This can't be real..." you muttered as the mirror was moved away and the rather eerie sight of this stranger's face moving as you moved was gone. Looking to them both to tell you that it wasn't. "...Can it?"
"I'm afraid it is, son," Saunders replied. "And I'm afraid that's not all either..."
"What... What do you mean?" There was more? How could there possibly be more?
"Due to the experimental nature of the procedure and the fact that it was... for want of a better word, not strictly 'legal', we feel that it is in the best interest of everyone involved, that all this remain a secret. That we pretend like none of this even happened. As far as everyone else need know, it was Tim Connors who died, not Traci Myers."
"You can't be serious!?" you yelped. Shocked by the mere suggestion.
He was serious however. Deadly. Explaining that in order to avoid any sticky legal implications, as well as unwanted media attention, you would have to completely take over Traci Myers' life, as if it were indeed your own.
Though you desperately wanted to kick and scream at the doctor and tell him he was crazy, this in essence, taking away your very life, you couldn't really argue the point. Knowing fine well that if any of this did get out, you'd been hounded by the press until the day you died. You'd never be left alone, you'd be ridiculed, and may very well end up in a lab somewhere being experimented on. Essentially being a 'freak' of nature. The first ever successful brain transplant patient. A position that in all honesty you'd rather not have. What kind of life would that be? Not a good one, that's for damn sure! Pretending to be some trophy wife to a rich businessman may sound absolutely terrifying, but faced with the alternative, it really was the lesser of two evils. Hearing that your mother and father had agreed to this already, along with Mr. Myers himself, further ramming this point home.
So, reluctantly agreeing to go along with it and sign a non-disclosure agreement saying as much, the two doctors left you then and moments later your parents appeared. Wrapping their arms around you and telling you how glad they were that you were okay. Thankfully caring little about your new appearance. To them, you were still very much their son.
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