When I realized I was looking at the face of a woman in her mid to late forties, my jaw dropped. I noticed a pair of surprisingly firm breasts rising and falling with each breath I took when I looked down. "What the hell is going on?" I turned to everyone and asked, "Don't get me wrong; I'm grateful to be alive, but couldn't you have found me a body closer to my age?"
I had stopped speaking long enough by this point to notice my new southern accent. "It's not like we had many choices, Ken," Dad said, his voice brimming with emotion. "Time was running out for us to make a decision."
My center of gravity was thrown off by my chest as I climbed out of bed and slowly made my way to the bathroom. With auburn hair and green eyes, the woman staring back at me was certainly attractive for her age.
"Are you both aware of what this means? I'm never going to get a football scholarship looking like this," I said, turning back to face them. "They'll think I'm the mother of a prospective player and laugh me off the field."
"That's where you're wrong, Ken," Mom said, her face unsure.
"Is that so?" I asked as I turned around to face her.
Stepping into the bathroom with me, Mom said, "You're 61 years old now; it's more likely that people will think you're a player's grandmother."
"All right, I stand corrected," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "Would you mind explaining why you saved my life by taking 40 years off it?"
"That's simple, son," Dad said as he stood outside the bathroom. "It was better to do this than to take away your entire life."
"It would probably be a good idea for you not to call me that, Dad; seeing as I'm now old enough to be your mother," I said, briefly turning my attention to Dad.
“That’s fair; I guess we’ll have to figure out what to call you going forward.”
Turning my attention back to Mom, I asked, "Could we have a moment of privacy? I want to ask you some questions, but I don't want Dad to hear them."
Mom silently nodded and shut the door. After that, she looked at me and asked, "What's on your mind?"
"Not that I'm complaining or anything," I said to Mom as I took a quick spin in my new body, "but why do I look considerably younger than I actually am?"
"Your host looked after herself; I understand she was a well-known triathlete in her youth."
"I don't mean to insult the dead," I said, "but seeing as she's dead, she didn't do a very good job taking care of herself."
"Diet and exercise will not make you impervious to car accidents, Ken." Mom stood next to me in front of the mirror and said, "By the way, her family is coming to see you."
“Me? Why?” I inquired, feeling bewildered.
“Simple; you have their mother and grandmother's face and they'd really like to see it again.” Checking her watch, Mom added, “They should be here in a few hours; which is more than enough time for the doctors to give you a check up, and give you some alone time if you want it.”
I chuckled before replying, "I doubt I'll be doing anything private anytime soon, if you know what I mean."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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