A Twisted life

~ This idea came to me as I was finishing up "A New World Order". I believe it is an original idea. I do not recall reading anything like it, and I hope I do it justice. I'm putting it in "Transgender" because although extreme, maybe, I believe that is where it belongs~

I woke up with a monster headache, and feeling completely lost. I was having a hard time focusing. Where were my glasses? I started trying to raise up, look for them, but I was strapped down, As my vision cleared, it was obvious I was in a hospital room. What the Hell?

Wait... I was driving, with Susan, who I'd been dating for a couple of months, When I saw the lights in my peripheral vision. I started to steer away, but everything went black. Ok, I must be hurt pretty bad to be strapped in. I looked around and saw people stepping closer. It was my mom, and Susan's parents. Someone was calling for a doctor, saying, she's awake. No, that's not right... unless Susan is in the same room as me? Would they do that?

Mom and Susan's parents were crying. I must really be a mess. Geez, my head is killing me. I can't even ask for anything, because of this tube in my throat. I could feel Mom on one side of me, patting my hand, and Susan's Mom on the other side, clutching my other. That's strange. We get along, but squeezing my hand? Am I dying?

The doctor came in, excited that I was awake. He flashed a penlight in my eyes, and nodded. He then said, "We're going to give you something to let you sleep for just a bit, and we will remove your breathing tube, ok? Just relax. When you wake up, we will ... explain things. You've been out for quite a while."

I'm thinking, "I have? How long is a while I..." and the sedative kicked in. No more headache, but the headlights kept stopping my dreams, and, the sound of the crash. I started coming around again, my throat feeling really raw. My headache was still there, but not as severe. I couldn't shake the feeling of being...disconnected. Had I been unconscious enough (as in a coma) that my body's muscles had atrophied so badly? I was covered in sheets and a blanket, but I still 'felt' tiny. Maybe the effects of whatever pain meds they were giving me?

When the Doctor saw me looking around, he stepped closer, and cleared his throat. "Adam, there is no easy way to say this, other than just let it out. Try to stay quiet, until I finish, then I will answer your questions. I'm sure you are feeling, out of sorts, and...well... that is expected. (he deep in a deep breath) You might remember that you were in an accident. A Semi ran a stop sign and T-boned your car. Your injuries were catastrophic. We...weren't going to be able to save you. But... (another deep breath) Susan's parents, well, they, in effect, saved you." (By now I know I'm even more bewildered, looking from him, to her parents, to my Mom)

"Adam, Susan... didn't make it. She was brain dead before reaching the hospital. We tried everything to revive her, but there was no brain activity.(with that Her parents wept again.) And your body was so decimated, we were losing you too. (he then looked over to Susan's parents) They unselfishly offered Susan's body... for you. (I KNOW my eyes were saucers, spinning wildly, my mouth dropped open) We performed the world's first, as near as we know, brain transplant. The reason you feel so 'out of it', for lack of a better term, is because your brain is adjusting to Susan's body."

I started trying to talk, still, honestly, thinking I must be having a nightmare. The Doctor loosened my straps that held my hands, and pulled the sheets away. I was freaking out. There, below my head, was Susan's body, in a hospital gown. I saw her(my?) toes wiggling, and saw her (my?) tiny hands flailing in the air. I could see her (my?, no, not my chest) heaving as I struggled to make sense of this. My voice (HER voice) crackled when I tried to ask why. Even as hoarse as it sounded, it definitely was her voice. What the FUCK were they thinking? I was a "Frankenstein monster".

Both my Mom and Susan's, with tears streaming down, were sobbing, saying that they couldn't bear to lose 'us'. That, this way, my mom still had a part of me, and Susan's parents had part of her. Ok, in some perverted world, that made sense. But, HOW do I live as Susan? I knew only a little of her life, and I damn sure couldn't live MY life, with this body. Cripes, just an hour before the crash, I was dick deep in this pussy, that is ME, now? Not to mention, the grief setting in, from realizing she is dead. Every time I'd look in the mirror, I'd be reminded of that. I was bawling my eyes out, now, too . I couldn't see living like this.

Both of her parents, and my mother, pleaded with me to take some time, try to adjust to this. I was put on some pretty serious sedatives to minimize the depression. I was still in the hospital when my body was buried. At least, for now, it was agreed that my situation would be kept secret. As far as the world knew, Adam Maxwell died, and Susan Redford was recuperating from her injuries. The trucking company offered a huge settlement, trying to lessen the bad press from the accident. My Mom got two million, plus all medical expenses, Susan (me) was offered one million, plus medical expenses.

I was scheduled to leave the hospital in three to five days. One big question was, released to where? It would look strange if "Susan" went to my house, but my Mom wanted to be with me. Then the matter of rehabilitation. HOW do we explain that a young woman has to "relearn" how to walk. (And EVERYTHING else that related to being a woman) Both mothers were sure they could help with a lot of basics, and Susan's Mom was going to teach me as much about Susan's friends, family, habits, etc, as she could. It was decided that claiming "Amnesia", from the accident, would help, in instances that she didn't know.

I thought it might be good to NOT have Susan go back to her job. (since I knew ZERO about it) I went to Susan's parent's house, but Mom also moved in. Everyone thought I'd need all the support I could get. I spent MONTHS learning how to move, speak, dress, and apply makeup and do (MY?) hair. I did slowly get use to this new body, but, looking in the mirror STILL gets me every time. I had been 6'2" 220 lbs, and very active. Susan , by sharp contrast, was 5'4", maybe 100lbs, wet. She had always been out of my class, and I was grateful she was with me. It was such a mindfuck that I now was her, if only on the outside.

Over the weeks that followed, it was obvious that her parents were right in their decision. Even though I wasn't really their daughter, my presence had a calming effect, reducing their grief. Much the same for my mom. We would sit and talk about things that happened before the accident. It took her longer to get use to hearing this voice, seeing this body, but the memories we talked about always lit her smile up. No surprise, it also drew the parents closer to each other, as they shared me.

From time to time, in the shower, I'd let my fingers slide over her (my?)perfect body, imagining I was behind her. Those nipples stood out like pencil erasers, at even the slightest stimulation. It was bizarre, FEELING the sensation that went through me. Her dark brunette wavy hair always smelled and felt so nice. I found myself remembering exploring this fine body, and I was shocked when I made myself cum, in the same manner I had done for her. It was shocking, too, that her (my) orgasms were so much more intense than my own were. (When I was still me)

One night, I woke, and wondered what I would do, when I DID actually rejoin the real world. My MIND was still a male, so, What next? Do I become a lesbian? I'd NEVER given any thought to looking at other guys. I figured I'd table that discussion a bit longer.

Oh, and dealing with PERIODS? Don't get me started. No wonder lots of women hate men.