The board on the wall had the name Tiffany Jones on it next to the name patient. As your eyes continued to wonder the room, which looked almost exactly like the one you had been in as you died, your doctor and the nurse who had ran out when you awoke entered the room. "How are you feeling Samuel?" He asked.
"A, a little woozy" you answered, your voice obviously sounding different and very dry.
"That's to be expected with a procedure like this one"
"So, tell me doc. Who am I now?" You asked.
"Well, that's the question of the day now isn't it" he replied as he handed you a cup of water with a straw. "Here, sip on this"
You did as he said, and after taking a sip you said "I'd say so". It was at this time that you truly noticed just how different your voice was, sounding softer and clearly feminine.
"Well, as for whose body your in the answer is, we don't know. She was brought to us by the police shortly after you lost consciousness. We preformed some brain scans that revealed that she was essentially brain dead. When we asked for her identification, we were informed that she had none. She was found in a shipping container with several other girls. Now, as for who you will be, that's a simpler question. You will still be Sam Baker, however it will be Samantha rather than Samuel"
"That's not so bad"
"I figured as much. Now for some, bad news"
"What bad news?"
"You see, based on everything we can tell you are now a 15 year old girl. Because we need someone to observe you while you recover and the government doesn't want someone who looks like a 15 year old girl to be living on her own, your going to have to appear as someone's daughter. As you know, your an only child and both your parents have passed away, so shortly after the procedure we contacted your ex-wife and asked if she could be your legal guardian"
"What?" You shouted, almost spitting the water you had been sipping on.
"The government won't let a 15 year old girl appear to be living on her own. It would raise to many questions and this is a procedure that has to be kept on the down low. But once your old enough you can move out and you'll have access to your bank account the whole time"
"Well, I guess that it could be worse" you say. "Could, could I have some time to myself"
"Of course. If you need anything just hit the call button here and a nurse will be here in no time at all" he said before he left, followed by the nurse.
Shortly after they left I found a tv remote and turned the rooms tv on. Being that it was the middle of the day there wasn't much on so I settled on the news. However, it wasn't long before that got boring and my eyes began wondering the room. Eventually they found their way to the far corner of the room where my clothes I had worn here were neatly folded and sitting on a chair, with my phone and wallet sitting on top of them. Carefully, I threw off the blankets covering my body and stepped down on the floor. As I stood up I felt a wave of new feelings as my new parts were effected by gravity. Looking down, my vision was blocked by a pair of breasts covered by a hospital gown. Getting sidetracked for a minute I carefully walked over to my rooms bathroom, my hips swaying from side to side uncontrollably with each step I took.
Once I was in the bathroom I stared at the mirror in absolute shock. Sure, the doctor told me I was a 15 year old girl now but actually seeing my reflection made it even more real. Seeing her eyes grow wide along with mine, or her jaw drop in sync with me, it just made me speechless. As I stood there, I began studying my reflections face in awe of who I now was. I studied her eyes, which were blue with green flecks though out the irises. Then there was the curve of her nose, smooth and seamless as if her face had been build only to support such a perfect structure. All this was framed by beautiful shoulder length blond hair. As my eyes wondered further down, I couldn't help but stare at the breasts that would rise and fall with each breath I took. I carefully pulled the hospital gown up as I wanted a better look. With the gown pulled up I could admire the new assets now on my chest. They were still covered by a cheep hospital bra, but I could see enough. I placed an uneducated guess that they were a small B cup, and they would probably grow a bit more over the next few years.
I was slowly bringing one of my hands up to have a feel when I was snapped back to reality as I heard the door to my hospital room open. Who was it that entered the room?
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