As promised, "Enter Doctor Frankenstein". Or is that Frank-n-Steen?
Yes, I discovered it was not so bad to be a girl.
After that I took a shower and discovered the wonder of soap and hot water and went to bed.
However, I had to find out what had gone wrong with my procedure. I started with the chamber. In side, there was a fine white powder, cellular residue. When my body mutated, the unnatural chemical reaction had to have used my excess cells as fuel to help the cellular modification along.
My computer log confirmed it.
I theorized that the template I created was the cause of the accident.
This is how the template works:
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The chemical carries the template through the cell walls.
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The chemical reagent removes all the genetic links that are not in the template.
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The template binds to the remaining links and makes the cell immortal.
Well, that's how it worked in the lab with proper templates.
What went wrong?
Most of you probably already figured it out.
I made the template from a sample taken when I was ten years old. Added to that, the chromosomes had been damaged, making them a closer match to a female cell.
Strange how one tiny chromosome can cause such a big problem!
If the sample had not been damaged, my cells would have been returned to a genetic state identical to that of a ten year old, in theory.
My body would remain the same. The organs would slowly repair themselves. My skin and organs would have been younger, but not my entire body, not this mass mutation!
The basal cells where responsible for the mutation. (Cells that don't have a specific function, like stem cells. We all have them.)
When these cells encountered the template, they did what they do best. They adopted the template as a superior genetic code and started reproducing. So I mutated from the inside out.
So why didn't this kill me?
The circulatory system was the first to be changed by the template. So, all my major organs where already changed to what the base cells expected as they mutated my body. They were absorbed and used by the mutation. Slowly changing into a child sized system.
The second chemical, the reagent, sped the process up. When it burned through the IV's, the mutation cannibalized the parts of my body that didn't fit the template. That's where the powder came from.
Then I got scared. The kid part of me seemed to be growing stronger in me. Well, my brain chemistry was changed too, so it was to be expected.
The best way I can explain what was happening to me is this; I was a ten year old with all that you would expect from a kid. However, I have a library of information from the life of a full grown man inside my head. Sometimes it's like he's a secret best friend who helps me out when I need him. But at this time he was an enemy I needed to push out of my body!
Remember I said 97% survived?
The other 3% died from how the body reacted to damaged templates. The body treats the altered cells like an infection, like a flesh eating virus. The poor things turned into raspberry jello in just a few hours after the treatment.
That wasn't happening to me.
The damage was somehow stable.
Talk about your billion to one shot
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I had discovered a fountain of youth!
Then it dawned on me, without access to the human genome project and several dozen sequencers, I couldn't reproduce it en mass.
I knew that I didn't have long before the government would figure out what was going on.
I had to move ahead with my plans to save my family.
I knew how I had to proceed, the base cells where the key!
I would harvest the cells from my parents with a needle biopsy. Then I would alter their DNA, in a few days I would have enough to culture a template for each of them.
I didn't have much time. I could feel the child in me starting to take over her..my..Our body.
When she did, would I still be able to function?
During these weeks as I worked on the templates, my mother was in seventh heaven. Every day she was in my lab with me. Every day she had something new for me to wear. She dressed me like I was her very own Barbie doll.
At first, I was embarrassed from all the attention, and then I was suddenly finding that I looked forward to what new clothes she would bring home next.
I liked being dressed in pretty outfits and I realized that I really liked shoes! Especially how they made my legs look so grown up and sexy.
This was really interfering with my work. I needed clothes that wouldn't interfere. I would have to go to town.
When mom drove me into town to buy me underwear and some work clothes that didn't have flowers, horses, or really pretty bows on them, I discovered something else about being a girl.
I could feel guys looking at me. Looking at my butt, my tiny boobs, my legs, and smiling like there was some kind of secret they knew about me that I didn't know!
I was so embarrassed I hid my face in my mom's arms.
"Mom, their all looking at me" I sobbed in her arms. I was starting to cry!
I've never been embarrassed like this as a man.
It was like my emotions where in overdrive!
Was this how little girls felt when strangers "undressed" them with their eyes?
Then there was my mom.
She stooped down and held me in her arms and said, "You're going to have to get used to this Jamie, you're a beautiful little girl."
"I don't want them to look!" I moaned.
"Jamie, you're a girl, and girls have to be strong. Right now everything is strange for you. You're going through in weeks, what other girls your age have had years to accept. Believe me when I tell you that someday soon, the right person will look at you and you'll want him to."
That's when it sunk in, "I'm going to be a girl for the rest of my life", "There's no way back!"
I told you that my mom was smart.
I sucked it up and went into the store wiping the tears on my shirt sleeve.
My mom told them I was from France and didn't have any friends yet. Then she told them that I was shy and my mother had just recently died.
My world changed with that introduction.
The teenagers running the place started fussing and primping. By the time I left, I had three new friends and looked like a kid supermodel. And I still didn't have any plain clothes to work in.
A word about dresses; they are cool! The way the air swirls around your legs and caresses your panties is like a dream! And real silk stockings are just wow! But mom said I wasn't ready for the eyeliner and stuff yet.
I loved it. I was the center of attention, everyone was looking at me, I felt pretty and I loved it!
That's all for now, It's time for bed and I have a math test tomorrow. I'm kind of mad because Michelle was rubbing her big fat boobs on Johnny's back yesterday at lunch. She stuffs, and mine are almost as big as hers!
Do you think its cheating when someone inside your head helps you with the answers?
Next time, "Saving my dad and how I died".
K night ;) xoxo