My jaw drops as I see myself, the reflection staring back at me being that of a tiny, slim, mousey nineteen-year-old with frazzled brown hair.
My voice catches in my throat as I stare at the young woman in the mirror, her face paralyzed in the same shocked expression as my own. Her long frazzled dark brown hair frames a small angular face, high cheekbones and a large nose seem to provide a sharp counterpoint to her soft supple lips and large hazel eyes.
Her skin is fair, with dark bags underneath her eyes and a smattering of dark freckles dotting her cheeks.
I shift in my seat, moving the piled up gowns around me to reveal more of myself to the mirror. I gasp as more and more of me comes into view, my heart hammering in my chest as I shiver in the cold morning air.
I was positively tiny, my slim torso and arms most likely making me seem smaller than I truly was. A pair of perky B-cup breasts rest on my chest, a series of dark beauty marks trailing down my neck and collar bone before ending on my left breast. My new small pale areolas are immediately contrasted by a pair of large eraser-like nipples, already standing at attention thanks to the frigid temperature.
As I wriggle, freeing myself from the makeshift blanket I had been trapped under, my eyes trail down my body. My waist cinches in sharply, my bottom ribs showing against my skin resting above my tight flat stomach. My hips, though small, appear to flair out widely in comparison to the rest of my body.
I begin to whimper, hearing my soft squeaky new voice for the first time as my eyes dart to my new groin. A small strip of neatly trimmed hair acts as an arrow, pointing down at the sweet tight pussy nestled in the gap between my supple thighs.
I tumble over, pulling my legs free of the gowns as I stick them into the air. A thin down of fine hair covers my slim short legs, goosebumps rising up as I expose them to the air.
Shivering in the cold I find my words catching in my throat, my desire to scream bloody murder being overpowered by my need to get warm. In a huff I quickly begin to gather up the hospital gowns, pulling on multiple sets as I try to insulate myself and cover my new body.
"K...Kayla...I c...c...can't believe she did...this" I hiss and stammer, my melodic voice shaking and pausing as I shiver and shake.
Slowly but surely I manage to get myself 'dressed' in a heavy pile of gowns, alternating front to back and back to front in the hopes of covering myself more completely. With a quivering lower lip I shuffle to the door, opening it and tentatively climbing out onto the road.
I yelp in surprise and pain as I feel the rocky road dig into my petite sensitive feet. Between the shock of waking up like this, the demoralizing cold and the pain in my feet I feel tears begin to well up in my eyes.
As I begin to weakly shuffle towards the house my eye line is drawn up, a plume of smoke coming out from a chimney on the outside of the roof. My pace quickens, causing my hips to rock and my new pert ass to bounce, as I rush to warm myself by whatever was being burnt.
Racing up onto the porch I let out a relieved sigh, preferring the feeling of the aging wood over the sharp stabbing of the road behind me. The whole place feels dauntingly massive as I walk towards the front door, my stomach sinking at the realization that I couldn't be much larger than 4'10".
With shaking hands I reach out to the front door, groaning a little as I pull the heavy old wood open with my weakened and numbed arms. My shoulders slump as I feel a rush of hot air billow out past the door frame, a desire to curl up and asleep beginning to overtake me as I head inside.
The entryway is rather tight and enclosed, with a large staircase leading to the second floor sitting straight ahead and two doorways leading off to the left and right. To the right is a small dining room, a large wooden table marred by stained rings from cups and plates sits in the center flanked by numerous chairs.
To the left is a far larger space, a small television sitting in the corner next to a massive series of windows overlooking the sea and the beach below. Listening out I hear the crackle of a fire coming from deeper within the left room, my legs carrying me on instinct to the source of the soothing heat and sound.
Inside the room I see it, a large soot-blackened, fireplace down at the far end of the room. I race past the windows, past the couch and the recliners facing the tv the view as I drop in front of the wood fire.
The fireplace itself was old, the large metal structure having been scarred from decades of use. A massive metal tube reaches up from it and into the ceiling, most likely being used to heat the rest of the house and to expel the black smoke I saw from outside.
From my seated position I begin to look around some more, taking in the house from the inside properly. The place seems to have been renovated within the past few years, a new coat of paint and render coating the interior in a way that simply didn't match the age from the outside. The eggshell white walls contrast sharply with the old yet freshly varnished wooden floorboards, the new element making the old reclaimed features pop.
As I look around my eyes fall onto a new room, the kitchen, as it mirrors the entryway and sits at the back of the house. A back door leads off from the sunflower yellow room, with rustic wooden cabinets and black countertops leading to a mismatched scene. It looks like some sort of change had been started but stopped partway through, leaving the old and new elements clashing.
I sit shivering by the fire as I try to collect myself, my addled mind racing in an attempt to work out what to do in my situation. Before I could come to a conclusion I hear the sound of footsteps behind me, my stomach sinking as I whip my head around.
I feel a large hand touch my head, my heart skipping a beat as it rubs my head affectionately.
"Who...what did you do to...to..." I begin to hiss, my voice trailing off as I stare up at the person behind me with wide eyes.
He was...gorgeous. I had never known a man could be beautiful like this but...was he? My face twitches and rapidly shifts in expression as my eyes dart over the grinning young man, my mind struggling to make sense of what I was seeing, feeling, and remembering from before this moment.
The man was around the same age as me, either nineteen or twenty. He was around 5'11" with the slightest of tans contrasting with the pale complexion beyond the tan line on his upper arm. He was fit, firm muscles laying beneath his skin along with the first hints of a six-pack being visible on his stomach.
I begin to wriggle and shuffle in my seat, my face turning a deep red as my heart races a mile a minute.
The man smiles down at me, flashing a pearly white smile that makes my heart melt and a heat rapidly build between my thighs. His eyes are as blue as the sky, with shaggy dirty blond hair hanging loosely around his head and dancing over his broad shoulders.
He is completely shirtless, a glistening sheen of sweat visible on his skin. His lower half is covered in an old pair of slightly baggy jeans, the mended tears and faded fabric being exactly like a pair I had owned.
"Those...they're my..." I squeak, trying to speak but finding myself too nervous to do so.
"Yeah...but they didn't fit you now...Julie" the young man says, running his hand through my hair as he flattens it down and removes tangles.
I stare at him in shock, the name Julie ringing out in my head and feeling...right. That wasn't my name, at least I don't remember it begin my name, but now that felt like it was correct.
In my momentary confusion I feel his large course hand slowly reach down, cupping my chin as he tilts my head up. His thumb runs over my soft lips, my heart pounding in my chest as the heat and desire between my legs builds and grows ever more intense.
"So...how do you feel Mr. Hughes?" the man says with a smirk, leaning down to get closer to my eye level.
"K...Kayla?!" I squeal, squeezing my supple thighs together as he draws closer to me.
"Kyle now, but you got me" Kayla chirps, looking down at herself. "What do you think? Pretty good right? Here..." she asks, trailing off as she reaches down with her free hand and grabs my wrist. Before I can protest she pulls my hand to her stomach, letting go as I find myself running my petite fingers over her new muscles.
I'm lost for a moment, the desires building inside of me and my dazed mind leaving me stroking the firm muscles lovingly.
Kayla looks down with a smirk, a subtle bulge stirring in her jeans as I caress her. "Like I need to ask what you think, I made sure to swap your 'type' with someone who would have been all over a guy like...well like me" she states gleefully, her words falling on deaf ears.
It was almost painful to try and work out what I was feeling. I knew I never would have felt like this before, at least not towards someone who looked like this, but now it was so different. I was head over heels, my stomach filled with butterflies and my heart racing as I stare up at the man who made me like this.
"You...you can't just...I'm..." I mewl gently, moaning softly as I shuffle closer to him.
"But I already have, all on the record and legitimate" Kayla coos, sliding her thumb past my lips with a wet pop. "Well...legitimate according to the files at least.
"New composite bodies, new composite lives" Kayla continues as I lap at her thumb absentmindedly with my tongue. "I see that new libido is settling in nicely" she giggles effeminately, pulling her hand away from my face as I'm left painfully unfulfilled.
"W...Wait...new lives..." I mutter through the heady mixture of arousal and residual anesthetic. "What about my...my job...teaching and..." I continue, being cut off quickly by Kayla.
"That? That's gone Julie. You're nineteen, what nineteen year old has a complete college education?" she asks knowingly, stepping away as she readjusts her pants. "These things have a mind of their own" she giggles, staring down at herself as I begin to lose myself in thought.
I could remember it all so vividly, my years in classes and the years spent lecturing. I remember my classmates' faces, the lecturers at the blackboard, the students including Kayla in my classes. However, as I try to remember their names, the subjects, the words I had spoken in those classes they all seem to slip through my mental fingers. It was like trying to hold mercury, the tighter I grasped for it the more I seemed to forget.
I sit on the warm floor for a moment, my lips pursing a twisting as I try to talk about my degrees. However, each time I try the words just get lost on the tip of my tongue. What had I studied, who did I teach? I knew Kayla's name, but that was from outside of class.
Seeing my frustration Kayla reaches back over to me, rubbing my head as I moan in relief. "Sorry, but you can't swap out memories. You'll be stuck...half remembering that stuff" she explains, smirking down at me as I tilt my head into her hand as I press against it.
"What...what did you make...me?" I ask, my voice shifting between the nervousness of a love struck schoolgirl and dripping with hatred and venom.
"Oh...well that's easy Julie" Kayla states, emphasizing my new name as she grins from ear to ear.
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