This choice: She's managed to adapt remarkably well. • Go Back...Chapter #5She's managed to adapt remarkably well. by: Wassel   "It was scary as hell at first. The thought of having to be her", she told you, "Of leaving my life, my friend's, everything I've ever known behind." This having been the very reason you'd been against it in the first place. Fearing how she'd cope with it all. How you'd cope with it. Her whole demeanor shifting slightly then as she smiled, "But I don't know... Somehow, after moving into her apartment, after wearing her clothes, after driving her car, I just kind of got on with it. I mean, I'm still alive aren't I? Might as well make the most of it."
This was typical Allison. Always trying to look on the bright side of everything. Seemingly even this.
"Both my parents and Miss. Card's parents have been so supportive. Helping me through it all. And with this whole brain thingy on top, I think I've actually being doing pretty well so far."
"Hold up a second," you interrupted. Part of this explanation going completely over your head. 'Brain thingy'?" ...What brain thingy?
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention," she replied. Having seemingly gotten a little ahead of herself. "The doctors told me that because they only transplanted a small portion of my brain onto a much larger part of hers, that I would start absorbing some of Miss. Card's subconscious. And it turns out they were right!"
Admittedly, you had no idea what the hell this meant. Allison's words going completely over your head. Feeling a little like, if not for your current surroundings as well as your girlfriend's recognizable cadence as she spoke, that you were actually in the middle of one of your teacher's lessons. Being schooled on something that made absolutely no sense to you, but was actually quite important. Much like a lot of history was to you.
Thankfully, it soon became much more apparent what she was talking about as she continued to explain. Telling you that, "Soon enough I started walking like her, talking like her, writing like her. Even managed to fool some of her friends into believing that I was actually the real Laura Card." Her soft, honey like voice quickly growing more excited. "That's not all either. Did you know that Miss. Card liked to paint? It's kind of a hobby of hers. Well guess who can also paint now as well... Me! And I really sucked at Art too."
She was certainly right about that. You'd seen her class project last year. The finished result looking more like a big muddy puddle rather than the still life it was supposed to be. Allison having never managed to get the hang of it, which made this revelation all the more impressive.
"Wow. Seriously?"
"Seriously," she told you. Nodding her head. It being odd to see your usually elegant and classy teacher looking like an overexcited puppy. Much more used to seeing this expression on Allison's cute face, rather than Miss. Card's sultry one.
"It's come in really handy too, and has made things so much easier. Plus, I've already done a little test run in preparation for going back to school and teaching all of her classes. Turns out there's a hell of a lot of history and politics rummaging around in here." Allison tapping at her auburn haired head. "All I have to do is pick out what I need at the appropriate time and teaching should be a cake walk. ...Hopefully anyway."
Though amazing, you weren't entirely sure what to make of this whole thing to be honest. It sounding almost as if your girlfriend had developed her own set of super powers. Being able to download Miss. Card's knowledge directly into her brain (though you supposed that technically they both shared a brain now). Which was cool, but at the same time kind of scary. Did this mean then that she going to end up turning completely into her? Would there even be any Allison left once everything was said and done.
Allison assured you however that there would. The doctors having told her that it was perfectly safe, and the various brain scans that she'd been subjected to showing that nothing was at all untoward. It appearing to be just a happy side effect of the transplant. Miss. Card's subconscious memories being no more harmful to her than her own. With Allison's personality and memories still very much being in control.
"That's... That's pretty nuts," was basically all you could respond with on hearing all this. Having not really expected her to take to this role quite so well. Thinking if it was you, you'd be curled up in a ball somewhere, trying to pretend it wasn't real. Not out there playing as Miss. Card.
Not that it was all roses. Allison admitting to you then that not everything about her new life was going to be quite as easy, nor as comfortable. There being a lot of things that she was going to miss. "But, at least I'm coping okay so far, that's the main thing. Plus, it is kind of cool being older now and having my own place." Alison's excitement level rising again as she described this. "My apartment's so cool. Not to mention the fact that I now have a car! Can you believe it?" Having, much like you, been bugging her parents about getting one for a while.
Though you tried to meet her smile with one of your own, as if to say "That's great", you couldn't. There being a key component to all this that she was clearly missing.. Which was you and her. What was going to happen to the two of you? You'd been dating for 4 years now and she used to often joke about how the two of you would go off to college together, move in and then get married. That being the dream. How was that going to work now? Now that she was not only an adult 13 years your senior, but your teacher too. The very same teacher you'd had a huge crush on since the first day she'd walked into class.
Though incredibly difficult to ask, due to her wearing your beautiful teacher's face, and it actually seeming as if you were saying it to Miss. Card, you nervously stuttered then, "But... Allison. What about us?"
Her smile dropped as soon as you asked this. No longer looking quite so happy. Seeing, for just a split second in her now brown eyes, your actual girlfriend staring back. Struggling for a moment with how to answer, before finally opening her mouth...
Unfortunately she never got to speak. The two of you being rather abruptly interrupted by the appearance of your parents rushing through the door. The two of them looking incredibly happy to see you.
"Tim! Oh, thank God!" your mother squealed. Rushing straight towards you and giving you a great big hug. "We were so worried." Your father following soon after.
"It's good to see you, buddy."
As you reunited with the two of them, the question you had posed to Allison was all but pushed to the side. Noticing her awkwardly hanging back as you were caught up on all the things you'd missed these past two weeks by your parents, as well as how your little brother and sister were doing. Both of them having apparently come out of the accident completely unscathed.
While you did very much want to hear Allison's answer and talk with her further, seeing you with your family, she decided it would probably be best if she left you all to it. Saying her goodbyes for now and giving your mom a hug. Being told in return to come by the house tomorrow, after you were discharged, so that you could all have a proper sit down. Your parents both looking rather serious indeed. This, along with the look that Allison had given you before the two of them had arrived troubling you deeply. Knowing fine well that it could only mean one thing... Bad news. As much as you loved Allison and as big a crush as you'd had on your busty teacher, things had completely changed for the two of you now and there was simply no going back. How could your possibly continue to be with each other when she was now your 'teacher' and you her 'student'? You couldn't, that's how. Pretty certain that your parents were going to tell you the exact same thing.
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