Molting TG ARDay 1Molting TG AR by TGfascinated
They've given me the injections. So, for the next 24 hours, I wait to molt. Every 24 hours my body will shed its skin (more on that in a minute) and I come one step closer to who I'm supposed to be.
I will have to molt 8 times to get to the approximate age I want to be. They can't guarantee my exact age when this is done, but I'm aiming for ten. I want to be ten again, and this time I want to be a pretty girl.
Today I am 5'8", 165lbs and hating myself. I have to wear a hospital gown each day since I'm going to change every day.
I'm told that each day my body will push all its unwanted tissue and cells (skin, tissue, muscle, bone, cartilage, etc.) out through the skin. When I wake up each morning, I will feel like I'm in a rubber suit (or so I'm told) and the nursing staff will help me out of it. I am to understand that this is messy process. Then I get my next injection and live one day in a slightly changed body. Every da
Composition, a TG AR storySeptember 22, 2002Composition, a TG AR story by TGfascinated
I sat on the park bench that day, hoping that meeting Jimmy in public would spare me my life. Not that the family hadn't pulled off broad daylight assassinations before, but it was something they preferred not to do.
Jimmy sat down on the bench a foot or two from me. He looked in the other direction like he was waiting for someone else, but the words he spoke were for me.
"Nice choice, Scotch." I wasn't Scottish, or Irish, but my reddish brown hair had gotten me the nickname. "You knew better than to run, and you knew to keep it public. That's a point in your favor."
"I'm being graded?"
Jimmy took out a cigarette, lit it, took a good solid pull on it and blew the smoke out away from me. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and looked down at the ground. "Yeah, kid. You did a lot of good things for the family. You brought us into this century with your computer skills."
That was an understatem