Nigkala Tales Pt. Coda: My Life Ends

Two months in, my hair started getting darker. Another month and I started to feel more energy in my body. At six months in, Doctor Bill conceded that my body was growing younger. That is when I began the second part of my plan. I would change my identity by changing what I looked like. Instead of being seven-feet-three-inches tall, I would aim for five-foot-eight. Instead of short, black-and-white hair, I would go for waist-length, bright, neon-red hair. Instead of being Caucasian, I would appear Chinese, with alabaster-white skin. I would change my eye color to green, and I would have short, thick pubic hair in the shape of the Mortal Kombat dragon, without the surrounding circle. For my breasts, I wanted to go from a C-cup to a B-cup, in a pronounced cone-like shape. I also wanted tight areolas with nipples of a normal, if long, length. This would allow me to blend in more easily when I wanted to. The finishing touch was to come up with a new voice. I chose one that could belong to a man or woman. It was high for a man and low for a woman, but I practiced it daily, along with writing with my left hand.

At this point, I sent word to my youngest, and the two others also fathered by Osiris, that I was working on cheating death. I did not say how, but said not to tell the others, and to suspect any death notice without my body. They had questions, but I just said my plan may not work, so I didn't want to give false hope. I was telling them because of their father's legacy.

I would do my best to keep my strength. Of the nonphysical things, I imagined myself being stronger mentally and magically. Part of this was changing my access to Isis' talisman so that it was automatic, but the other part was to learn to do more before needing to rest. Another change I wanted, was for my eyes to see in infrared and ultraviolet. I understood normal eyes could not see in those ranges, but I also knew that the mind could make the body do the impossible. Lastly, as I felt it didn't fit in so well, I decided to shorten my tongue to four or five inches, like my four-breasted daughters.

When I began to shrink, Doctor Bill was worried, and began testing for osteoporosis. He was relieved that I didn't have it. He also told me that my medical age was declining rapidly. About a year in, old Doctor Holiday realized his eyesight was improving. A week later, I confessed to being the culprit, with my healing energy. Another year and his eyesight was back to normal, and we released the live-in aide.

Often, as I exercised, I would speak with Inanna or Isis about my plans for the future, and how I would start my new life. They, too, spoke of their future plans, and my part in it. We also spoke of the finds I had made at the local museum, and what I learned when they 'loaned' them to me. From a local university, I gained access to their rare tome collection, and combined with their inter-library loan system, I was able to study and copy several other magic books. With Inanna's guidance, I mastered all the books I had access to, even though I practiced out of sight of the others.

Another project I undertook was going through my permanent home, with all its stuff. I hired a reliable firm to document everything in it. Going through my finances was another complicated effort that took over a year to sort out. Updating my will was a bit trickier, but my whammy took care of the fact I didn't quite look like my old self. I used my ability to summon gems to build wealth in several new business accounts, and I started paying all my local expenses from them. I didn't want a personal account until my appearance settled.

It was nearing my ninetieth birthday, when I decided my transformation was complete. So we had a big celebration, on my birthday, and declared it complete. Then the doctors worked on compiling the documentation of the process, including a version that did not show any identifying characteristics that I could publish when appropriate. I located a new place to live near the capital, so I could access government facilities to get new documentation. All the medical equipment was donated to area hospitals, and when it came time to leave, I let the maid and cook go, with three months' pay, and sold the house to the younger Holiday as part of our contract. I shipped my stuff to the capital house I bought. The final bit was to whammy everyone to keep the secret, or to forget the details.

This stage of my plan involved re-entering society, with a new legal identity. Since the federal government routinely did this for criminals turning state's evidence, I felt they could do the same for me. Finding the right office to apply with took less than a day. Planning my entry would take longer. Taking my time, I finally went there about a month later. All I wore was a light summer dress and a pair of shoes. All my purse had in it were my car keys, some cash, a burn phone with an encrypted file, and a fingerprint taking kit. Each time security appeared in my way to check my ID, I whammied them into thinking they had already checked and approved it, and to allow me to pass. After I passed, I whammied them again to forget I was ever there.

Finally, I arrived at the office of the Witness Protection Program. Even though I arrived early in the morning, the man in charge was busy until four. So I waited patiently, and when his time became available, I asked his assistant to announce his four o'clock appointment was here. He came and opened the door.

"Hi, you are my four o'clock?"

"Yes, Chief James. May we go inside?"

"Gladly, Miss...?"

"Thank you." I then walked in, and he closed the door behind me.

"I didn't catch your name."

"That is because I didn't give it. Please sit and allow me to explain." We both sat.

"Tell me, how old do I look?"

"At a guess, I'd say you are in your late teens."

"I am actually ninety."

"Impossible. In your twenties, I could believe."

"Yet it is true. Have you heard of Becky Sue Tate?" he shook his head, "How about Helen Asher?" Again no recognition. "How about the Sumerian Warrior Nigkala?"

"I've heard of her, my brother loves those new movies they've been making."

"Have you heard of the older movies made over half a century ago?"

"I recall something about that."

"Go on your computer and look up Helen Asher, the actress, please."

"Hmm, says here she played the original Nigkala, and that her real name is Becky Sue Tate. She is also ninety."

"I am Becky Sue. I have undergone a five-year process that renewed and changed my body."

"Yeah, right. That is impossible."

"Can you bring up her fingerprints?"

"Yes... why?"

"Please do so." I brought out the fingerprint kit.

Meanwhile, he typed for a bit, and brought them up. "I have them up."

"Use this kit, and take my fingerprints, please." I then stood and walked over to his side and offered my hands.

"I'll humor you." He took prints of both hands.

"Now compare the two."

"What? Impossible. Fingerprints are unique."

"You took them. Is there any way I could have made this happen?"

"Let me see your hands.... No."

"Then you have proof I am Becky Sue, and that is why I need your help."

"You need my help?"

"Yes. I need new identification papers, and history. I know enough shady types, I could get fakes, but if you provide them, they will be legal and stand up to scrutiny. Basically, I want to enter the Witness Protection Plan, and have my old identity die, so I can live a new life without scientists poking and prodding me all the time to figure out how I did this."

"How did you do this?"

I smiled and said, "That would be telling."

"Usually, this is done for criminals who help by turning state's evidence. You have any evidence to turn over?"

"Perhaps, but none that I want to spill. However, I have a counter offer. I have many skills, including close combat training. I would be willing to work for the government for a time and train your people for essentially room and board. I am also a costume maker and jewelry maker. I can create unique, untraceable clothes and jewelry to spec. Additionally, I am sure you have noticed my looks. I can see your dick has. I can be a 'date' that is also a bodyguard for important people. Does any of this sound like something worth a new ID?"

"It does indeed. But I am not involved in those branches of government."

"Perhaps not. But if you give me an ID, hire me and then transfer or loan me out, the government would benefit."

"I see what you mean. I'm not sure that would be legal."

"You have the authority to grant me a new ID. I researched that before I came. Introduce me to HR, and I will take care of getting hired. Once evaluated, you can offer my services to the other agencies."

"Very well. I will do that. Let me do some checking of what would be needed, in terms of duration." I went back and sat down while he researched. Finally, he said, "Four years and eight months is about right."

"Let's call it five years, then. Why not take me down to get the paperwork started with HR, and then with getting me a new identity. Call both first to be sure they stay long enough."

He made a pair of calls, and then we went down to HR. As we went, I told him to tell the HR person to hire me as an agent, and I would handle the rest.

The gentleman who we spoke with was a bit surprised I was being brought in at such a time and in such a way. "Hello, Chief James, what can we do for you?"

"I want you to hire this lady as an agent."

As he said this, I whammied the HR person to accept this as a command. I saw his name tag read 'Jeremy Baker'.

"Okay." He turned to me and said, "Miss, what is your name?"

"Daisy Smith".

"Your address?"

I gave him the address I was currently staying at.

"Your social security number?"

"I am sorry; I do not have any of that. Chief James has just placed me in the program, and I don't yet have ID. I do have a phone number." I then gave him that. "That should be enough to start the wheels turning, okay? When I have an ID, I will be back and supply all you need."

I again whammied him into accepting this.

"Yes Miss Smith. That will be fine. I'll start the work. Please sign this form for now." I did, using my left hand. "Thank you. I'll see you in a few days then."

"Thank you, as well."

Chief James and I left. As we walked down the hall, he asked, "I didn't believe you when you said you would take care of things, but you did. How?"

"Again, that would be telling. But I will say that all my life, I have leaned towards helping others, not hurting them. Also, I promise you, I harbor no ill will toward the government and intend to do as we agreed."

When we came to the underground office, Chief James introduced me to Jay Smith, an agent assigned to creating new IDs.

"Agent Smith, here is the woman I told you about. She needs a new identity. Work with her to create a suitable ID that we can hire as an agent. Oh, here is a set of her fingerprints." He handed over the paper he took my prints with. I raised both hands to show that there was still some residual ink on my fingers. "Miss Daisy, I will see to it that that old identity will not show up inappropriately."

"Thank you, Chief."

The Chief left, and Agent Jay Smith looked at me and said, "This is rather unusual."

"So am I." I smiled. "Shall we begin?"

"Might as well. He did give the order. He called you Daisy. Is that the new name?"

"Yes, Daisy Smith. Maybe we're related? I have a lot of information to supply, with no evidence to back it up, but I assure you, it will be the truth, generally."

"We'll see about that. Let me pull up the program." Soon, he was asking me many questions, and I was supplying many answers.

When he asked my age, I said, "Put down twenty. I am older, but for my new ID, I want that number." I later gave the same month and day for my birthday as my true one, but the year needed to be twenty. He was rather surprised at how complete I was able to answer his medical questions.

When he asked about distinguishing marks, I said, "Basically two. I have four breasts." I pulled my dress tight to show I really did have four. "And I have some unique pubic hair."

"Unique? How so?"

I stood up and went to his side and lifted my dress. "See? Dragon shaped."

"Um, Miss Daisy, I'm not sure you should be doing that."

"We're the only ones in the office, and it is late enough no one will be by, right?"

"True."

"Tell you what; let me show you the other as well." I then pulled off my dress. "See? Four."

"Wow. They are real?"

"Yes. Go ahead and touch them. Standing here naked is making me horny, and I wouldn't mind a bit of sex now."

He reached up and tested them with both hands. When I moved a hand down to my pubic hair, he felt that as well. Soon, though, that hand moved south, and he started to finger me. I just moaned and told him, 'harder'. Then he started to finger me and pinch my nipples. Ten minutes later I came.

"Oh, that felt good. Shall we continue?" I then sat down, leaving my dress on the desk.

When we finished, he said, "All done. Your ID packet is being produced now. It will take about half an hour to finish, and to also have your new ID in all the major databases."

"So all we do now, is wait?"

"Yes, for half an hour."

"Then drop your pants and do me. I can feel your need from here." I then leaned over the desk and spread my legs. "Go on, get behind me."

Bang, his pants dropped to the floor behind me. A few moments later, he was pounding me, and he held onto my hips. We came, and he pulled out, so I turned over and sat on the desk at the edge. I then pulled my legs behind my head. "Time for round two."

I braced myself with my hands on the desk behind me, while my legs were locked up behind my head. He began pounding away, and played with my tits the whole time. Again we came.

When he pulled out this time, he said, "Wow. You are amazing. But I better sit down." So he pulled up his pants and got decent.

I just pulled my dress back on. "Is the packet ready?"

He checked the status, and said, "Yes. I need to rest. Five minutes." It was more like ten, but he went in back and returned with the packet. It had everything I needed to travel the world, and also to be hired as an agent, which meant a fake security check on my past that allowed me to be cleared for anything should the need arise. He offered to see me out, but I declined. I just went out the door, after giving him a whammy to not recall that it was me he had sex with, nor that it was here, and also to think someone had come for me. I then made my way out as I came in, without a trace.

The next day, I arrived, and instead of evading security, I said at the front desk that the Jeremy Baker from HR was expecting me. I gave my name, and soon he arrived.

"Hello, I am ready to finish the process. I have the needed documentation."

"Great. Please show your driver's license to security, then we'll go to my office." A few minutes later, Jeremy and I began working on the forms. It took far longer to do this than to get the new ID. There's bureaucracy for you. He made a call to the Chief to let him know I was now hired as an agent. "Okay. You need to be certified by us. This should be just a formality, but regulations require it of all new hires."

"Fine. Can you have someone show me where to go or take me yourself?"

"I'll make a call." Two minutes later, I was at the gun range. They marked me as an expert in pistol, and rifle. My next stop was the gym. I borrowed a set of sweats, and they tested me in combat. The tester called over an older guy, and told him I was really good, and could he give it a go? I got a suspicious look, but soon we were on the mat. After I took him down using three different styles, he admitted I was lethal and likely an expert also. At the translation desk, I amazed them at the number of languages I knew.

Finally, I was back at HR. Jeremy said, "Wow. You aced your scores. Go home now. Stop by security in the morning to pick up your badge. I'll list you as available. Given your skill set, I think several will be trying to get you. Come by tomorrow morning. I would not normally say that, but I think someone will win the battle for your services by then." He was right.

While officially I was a floater, I spent most of my time either as a combat teacher or bodyguard. Given the number of diplomats in the area, and my skill at language, I was in high demand. Especially as few knew I spoke so many languages. To aid that, I added a few I didn't have that were commonly spoken. There was still plenty, but I used my mental skills to pick up the meaning of what I heard even when I didn't know the language. While I protected my charge by taking them out of the way a number of times, only twice did I face attackers. I left them severely injured, but alive for questioning.

Despite my apparent age, I soon became the bane of the advanced combat class. I saw all their faults, and insisted on perfection. I worked them hard, but they usually appreciated it. Those depending on their skill sure did. But what really made my reputation, was the skills I was teaching the other teachers. They did not understand how I achieved that level of skill, but they called me Master. I also learned that my bones were very dense, and my muscles were stronger, allowing me to lift about fourteen hundred pounds. Inanna admitted to doing that.

Eventually, my five years were up. I handed in my resignation to Chief James, and said I was available for part-time work, but I had other plans for my life. I wanted to retire to the countryside in the south, and just be Daisy Smith in a small town in North Carolina. At that point, he implemented the plans we had worked out for Becky Sue's death in traffic, and remains cremated since the body was already badly burned. On the anniversary of her death, the doctors released the story and data about the regeneration of my hand. That sparked a huge buzz in the medical community. There was supporting evidence in the elder's eyesight being restored.

I had maintained my old mansion, and visited a few times on holidays, to remove certain things I did not want to leave to the children, or to make copies, so I could keep the original. I made a new room in my secret library, and relocated the garden's gate there. Next, I made a magical ventilation system. Lastly, I also removed the access tunnel, and also all other links, so it could not be spotted from outside. I also removed the shed that used to hide the access.

But with the news of my death, my will went into effect, distributing my known wealth to my kids, and turning the mansion into a museum. The theater would routinely play all the films I was in, and my costumes would be on display in the various bedrooms, which were made to be appropriate for the movie the costumes were worn for. The ones not for movies were displayed about the ballroom, where cosplayers could enjoy them.

The small town I chose would soon be a bedroom community due to the recent spike in industrial growth of the neighboring city. I had been eyeing it ever since I spotted the spike, and had done a little secret politicking. The town now hosted the headquarters of Kala Financial, an investment company. I was the main client, but I set that up years ago, and it had found a niche. It had lobbied for several things. First was incorporating the township out to about a twelve-mile radius, which included the local lake in its entirety. Next, was officially permitting women to be topless, and allowing nudity, provided it was not sexual in nature and provided it was near or at the lake. Last, it opened the lakeside for development and purchase.

My house was built custom, at the end of a turn-around. I owned the lots to either side, and kept them empty rather than have houses. While my development was not adjacent to the lake, it was within easy walking distance. Most of my stuff had already been delivered, and the remainder I brought in the back of my pickup. The agent met me at the house. I invited them in for a cool drink, given how hot it was outside. After entering, I casually took off my dress and tossed it on the couch as I led the young man to the kitchen. He was not expecting me to get nude.