It had started off as another unremarkable morning. Woke up before my
son, got breakfast ready for the both of us and dropped him off at work.
I wasted the hours away at work, occasionally stealing glances at the
new woman at work. I thought about approaching her, but stopped after
thinking of my son. He'd feel so betrayed seeing me with another woman
after his mother, my wife passed.
After work I headed out to my car when I heard a scream. I went to
inspect the source when I found a man pressing a knife deep into another
man's torso. Hiding behind I car I called the police, and they showed
up quickly arresting the man. I had thought that would be the end of it,
but the following morning I was awoken to knocks on my door. Throwing
on my bathrobe I opened the door and was met with two FBI agents, urging
me to testify against who I found out was a high ranking mob bosses
son. I was terrified for my son, and my own life, wishing I hadn't done
the right thing.
The FBI agents let me get dressed and took me down to the local police
station, promising me "protection" if I chose to testify. I felt as if I
had no choice now, either testify and take the offered "protection",
whatever that meant, or be "swimming with the fishes" with my only son. I
spilled everything I knew to the agents, down to the minute and they
seemed happy, cheering each other on with "This will finally be enough
to get the bastard". I thought it was all a bit insensitive, but
followed along with their plan. "What will happen to my son and I?" I
asked angrily. "Oh we're putting you into an advanced form of witness
protection. You'll be granted lives similar, if not somewhat better than
your current ones. We're sending you out right after you testify, but
to the rest of the world you and your son will be "dead"."
The next day I testified, finding it hard to focus, knowing that my
whole identity would be erased afterwards. Finally after testifying I
was escorted out of the courtroom into a car with tinted windows, with
my son in the backseat. He looked scared and I reassured him, and myself
that everything would be okay. We drove for what seemed like hours to
what looked like an abandoned facility. We were escorted out of the car
and into the facility where we saw two human sized pods, and a deranged
looking man. "Ahh there you are. Are you two excited to start your new
lives, I certainly am! However these will be more than just new
identities, you'll have new bodies to match, not to fear though, you'll
still remain parent and child!" We were quickly ushered into the pods,
the doors hissing closed as I leaned against the cold metal backing.
Lights began to emerge from the top and I felt my whole body vibrating. I
quickly passed out after that, waking up to the sunshine and the smell
of the ocean, and a woman yelling.
I threw myself out of bed and was met with a beautiful redheaded woman
around my age. "Dad! Is that you?! What the fuck is this? Why am I so
old, and a chick!?" the woman screamed at me. "Son is that really you?!"
I asked, hearing a somewhat raspy female voice escaping my lips. It
sounded similar to Emma Stone's and I shot up quickly heading over to
the mirror. I was stunned by my reflection. I appeared to be a young
woman, perhaps in her early twenties. Oddly enough I looked very similar
to the body my son now inhabited. The reflection seemed blurry, which
is when I saw a pair of glasses on the table next to two large folders.
Just as I put them on the door opened where a much taller man entered.
"Ahh I see you ladies are awake, I'm Joe and I'm in charge of your week
long orientation and adjustments to your new lives! How exciting
right?!"
Looks like they both became well adjusted
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