This choice: Alice Davis, Randall's ultra religious, 38 year old step-mother. • Go Back...Chapter #5Alice Davis, Randall's step mother. by: Wassel   "...Alice Davies. Your friend, Randall's step-mother."
You couldn't believe your ears. Did he just say Randall's step-mom? Picturing her now inside your head. Alice being one of those extremely religious types, who had met Randall's father in church after his mother had died and they ended up getting married to each other. Your best friend having often made the joke that she'd brainwashed him into joining her "cult". Having never really gotten on with her in the slightest. Randall and Alice being pretty much the exact opposite kind of people. She was big into God, strict and liked everything tidy and in order. Whereas he worshiped at the alter of boobs, babes and video games and pretty much never cleaned a thing in his life. Creating an inordinate amount of tension around the home, which was why he spent so much time at yours. To get away from her. This, by proxy, not exactly making her all that fond of you either. Making it so much more insane that Kerry was now telling you that you were actually inside her body.
"You see, unbeknownst to her, Mrs. Davis had a small blood clot in her brain," Dr. Kerry continued, explaining how exactly she had ended up in the hospital. Having been perfectly healthy as far as you were aware. "and while she was cleaning the house yesterday afternoon, she accidentally slipped and fell down the stairs. Hitting her head. The impact of the fall causing it to rupture, resulting in an aneurysm that ended up killing her... or at least ceased any activity in the brain."
Jesus! you thought. The fact that someone could die so suddenly like that, causing you to forget your own plight for a moment. But only for a moment...
"The paramedics brought her here not a half hour before you and your family arrived, but sadly, there was simply nothing we could do for her. Other than what we did."
"Putting my brain inside her body you mean?" you said. It sounding so utterly bizarre to even say. Noticing as you did though, that your voice, as croaky as it was, did have a rather noticeable feminine lilt now.
Kerry nodded. "Exactly." Going off on a slight tangent then as he explained, "Though obviously transferring an entire brain into another person skull wouldn't exactly work like it does in the movies, so instead, we took a small part of your brain and grafted it onto Mrs. Davis'. Allowing you full control of her motor functions, as well as complete access to her nervous system." Sounding rather proud of himself indeed.
Glaring disapprovingly at his colleague, Saunders then interrupted. Offering words of comfort. "I know it's not ideal. Being in the body of your best friend's mother, but you have to understand, we had very little time. Your own 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 both your parents and to Randall's father and they all agreed. It being the only way to save your life."
You knew you should be grateful for what they'd done, but right now you couldn't really feel anything other than shock and complete and utter devastation. On learning that your own body was dead and you were now a 38 year old woman. Wishing more than anything that it wasn't true. That this was all just a dream you were having. None of it being real. Looking to Dr. Saunders then to tell you that it wasn't. "This... This can't be happening... Can it?" Sadly, not getting the reply you had wanted.
"I'm afraid it is, son," he told you, placing a hand on your shoulder, as the full extent of what they had done to you finally hit. Feeling like you were going to be sick. "We of course understand that this is going to take a while for you to get to grips with. It really is a lot to take in all at once. But I assure you, things will soon seem much better. You're alive, remember. Take some comfort in that."
That was certainly debatable. Going from a 16 year old guy to a middle aged woman overnight. Having lost 22 years of your life, never mind what it would mean for your future. How were you going to live like this? How would you ever be able to face anyone ever again. Randall... His dad... Allison Lowry, the girl at school you'd had a crush on? How would you even go back to school? You'd be laughed out of the halls. Considered a freak. It was going to be a living nightmare!
That being said, you were still anxious to see what you now looked like. Having been told perhaps that you in the body of Mrs. Davis, but you'd yet to actually see any physical proof (other than your voice sounding different). Your current numbness from the drugs, added to your position on the bed making it impossible to know what kind of state you were really in.
"Can I see?" you asked. Spotting a small mirror on a nearby table. "Can I see my face?"
"I, uhm, I'm not sure," Saunders stuttered. Clearly not really knowing what was best given the situation. Looking to Kerry for assistance, who gave him a little nod. "Alright, I guess," he said, picking up the mirror. Pausing then to add, "Just promise me you'll try not to get too worked up. This will be a bit of a shock and it will take a lot of time and a lot of adjusting to get used to. Not to mention the fact that your body is still recovering."
You nodded. Even though, deep down, you had absolutely no idea how you were going to react. Feeling a growing sense of dread as he moved the the mirror towards you. Nearly having second thoughts.
Bringing it slowly in front of your face, you couldn't help but let out a sharp gasp as you watched the reflection in the mirror do the same. It's eyes widening and it's mouth dropping open, looking absolutely dumbstruck by what it saw. Oh God... It's real. I really am her. I'm Alice! There staring back at you was Randall's step-mother, Alice Davis, looking incredibly tired and weak. Her shoulder length, ash brown hair all matted and disheveled. Her blue eyes tear strewn and puffy, and a series of small small stitches decorating the top of one eye. It was her. Or more importantly, it was you. This being, without a doubt, the most surreal thing you'd ever witnessed.
"As you can see, there really is very little sign of any external damage visible to the cranium." Dr. Kerry explained, being unable to help himself. "We even managed to preserve Mrs. Davis hair using a rather new and highly advanced, non-evasive surgery technique that I patented myself. To the outside observer, they wouldn't even know anything was amiss."
"Kerry!" Saunders barked, shushing his colleague. There being a time and a place for boasting and this clearly not being it.
"This is so...weird..." you muttered, having not really been listening anyway, being too distracted by the eerie sight of Alice's face moving as you moved. Hearing really for the first time the rather familiar sound of her voice coming from your mouth. Distorted as it was through your own ears. "How am I meant to live like this? Like her?" you then asked the doctor. "I can't really be Randall's step-mom can I?" Having no idea how on earth this was going to work.
"Well that is something we still have to discuss. But perhaps that is best left for later, once your parents are here. Right now you need to rest," the doctor told you, looking even more uncomfortable, his eyes darting away as his hands moved towards your IV drip. "We'll talk again soon though, once you're feeling more up to it."
You tried to protest, wanting to talk about it now, but it was too late. Whatever drugs they were pumping you with had quickly taken effect and you felt yourself suddenly starting to drift. The last thought on your mind being, Why me? Why did the hell did this have to happen to me? as unconsciousness slowly began to take you...
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