You break through the fog of your drug addled brain, the name 'Amber Knights' is familiar to you. Her name is laid out in gaudy lights. She is the star attraction in the local strip club. Her body familiar from her work. The films you've seen her in were pornos. Since then she's been 'enhanced'... you've been enhanced, you realise.
You groan, feeling too weak to do much else. It lands like a ton of bricks, that explains the heaviness in your chest when you breathe. You just put it down to exhaustion. Now you're looking for signs that you're a woman, and a very womanly one, too. You focus on the sheets, the outline of your bust stands prouder than before. Obviously, as you were Tim Conners. Grinding your teeth, that'll have to change now. A new body, requires a new name. Swallowing nervously, you know that'll be the least of your adjustments.
The nurse standing over your bed reads the panic on your face, the turbulent racing emotions.
"You're alive. You've been very lucky after your accident." she tells you.
"I'm a woman." you croak, weakly your throat still parched and sore.
"I'm a woman, too." The nurse reminds you, "It's not the disability you imagine." she paused, "Though it will be an adjustment for you." she recognises.
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