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16: Two Inch Deadbolts

    16: Two Inch Deadbolts


    <span style="font-weight: 400">After I’d decided on the ck market path, Dad contacted his people and ordered the parts we’d need to modify a pod. Mum’s stiption that I stay at theirs during the transition turned out to be a bit bigger than I’d thought. I wouldn’t be using my own pod, I’d be using the enormous military pod that Dad had gotten from army surplus. The army pods were used for training and operating drones etc and were about as full immersion as you could get without paying for something that was custom made and horrifically expensive.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Additionally, the pod was hardened to withstand nuclear sts and pretty much anything else apart from sustained exposure to the sun’s corona or some real fancy tools. They had been designed to allow the upant to continue using drones even if the facility they were in was overrun. As such, they had failsafe upon failsafe built in. Mum’s reasoning was that if I was in that pod, I’d be the safest possible if something went wrong, and I couldn’t argue with that logic.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The parts would be arriving within a day or so of ordering them, and Dad had already gotten ready to modify the pod to allow for my transition. It sounded strange in my mind, to say that. My transition. My rebirth? Terry would go in and Tami woulde out. At least on a physical level.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I still had to go to ss, unfortunately, but at least I got to see Dawn there, so it wasn’t all bad, and I’d being home to my parent’s ce where we were all staying now. Taylor was a saint during this whole time. She’d also moved back into our parent’s home for the next few days before I went into the pod, and we were getting to reconnect in a big way.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">She told me all about her new guild in Cora, a group of tough raucous individuals who nevertheless had their hearts pointed in the right direction. They were very well leveled and geared by now, and they were using that advantage to try and tip the bnce in a war between two nations. The opposing nation had a lot of strange shit going on and Taylor and her crew were determined to get to the bottom of it. It sounded very simr to what myself and Rora were investigating down in our neck of the woods.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Speaking of people in Cora, on wednesday morning I had a message forwarded to me from out of the game.


    <b>Message from Cora ount, Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Ummm heyyy Tami. Just wondering what you’re up to… I saw those videos of you fighting the angel thing and the pirates! SO cool! Anyway I was wondering what you are up to and if we could hang out again some time. I’ve got some cool things to show you too!


    <b>Message from Cora ount, Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Hey Millie! What’s up? Yeah! We ended up in a port town called Chree or something. It’s down the river anyway.


    <b>Message from Cora ount, Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Chaillere? Cool! Is it.. Like, okay if Ie and see you? If you’re not busy that is. I’m just bored or whatever.


    <b>Message from Cora ount, Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Yeah go ahead. I’m not logging back in until friday night, so you have until then to make it to that port town I guess. It will be cool to see you!


    <b>Message from Cora ount, Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Thank you!! I’ll start walking right now!!!! See you on friday!!!!!!


    <span style="font-weight: 400">That girl was all sorts of cute. Sounded like she was lonely or something, and she might be a help in our investigations. Oh but I hoped Rora was okay with her being around… damn I should have thought of that. Rora got funny around other people.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">****


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Fast forward to friday morning and I was walking into ss and sitting down next to Dawn, offering her a smile as I did so. I’d taken to sitting with her in the back since we’d made up, where we could whisper about random crap while we listened or did our work.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Unfortunately, I was having a... <i><span style="font-weight: 400">problem</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> where Dawn was concerned. I was almost sure I had some sort of feelings for her, but they were strange. It was like I’d spent far longer in herpany, like we’d forgiven each other months ago or something. The way she’d give me a cheeky smirk when she made one of her dry jokes, or the way her eyes seemed to swallow me whole sometimes. It was really starting to mess with my head.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Smiling back, she asked, “Hey, the Sunday before our next week of ss there’s some people holding a party from one of my other sses. You wanna go? I figure since Kristina is now like, public enemy number one and shit, we should try to find friends who don’t know her. You just know she’s going to spin some wild bullshit to try and make everyone hate us.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Her words snapped me back to reality and I thought on the idea of going to that party for a moment. I’d be going as Tami by then, whatever that ended up looking like… maybe it would be fun to introduce myself to a new social group as my new and improved self? On the other hand, it would have to be the same day I first got my body… that might end up being a problem if things hadn’t gone well.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I want to say yes… but I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it. If I can, I’ll text you and let you know,” I said apologetically.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Alright. I’ll probably be going anyway, so I’ll flick you the details now and if you change your mind on the night, you’ll find me there,” she nodded understandingly, and a stray purple lock of hair drifted in front of her face to distracted me for a moment. Fuck her hair was nice. I was so distracted by it that I almost missed her change of subject. “You’ve seemed better since tuesday… did your um, problems get resolved? I hope it was okay that I messaged Taylor. I just… didn’t want you to go without real help you know?”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Damn, she was also way too good and kind underneath all the spikes and scowling for my little heart. Damn. It kinda blew my mind how my friend was still underneath all the emotional walls and stony looks that I’d seen and received since I dated Krissy. Dawn had withdrawn into herself, sure, but she was still in there if you took the time to dig her out.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I couldn’t help a grin spreading across my face due to both my reminiscing and her kind actions, “Yeah, your message to her ended up helping. Things aren’t fixed yet, but they’re looking hopeful.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Good… I um, hope things sort themselves out then,” she replied sincerely, a special little smile flitting across her lips.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Me too…”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">****


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Friday afternoon could not be over soon enough. I was almost crawling up the walls, and if I’d had my ws I might have actually done so. Dawn was bing more and more exasperated with my antics as I forgot basic knowledge and jiggled my legs all over the ce.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">When it was finally over, I gave her a quick hug goodbye and bolted for my parent’s ce. It ured to me that this was thest time she’d be seeing “Terry”. Next time we met, probably at that party, if I was up to it, I would be Tami through and through. It was a frightening and exciting prospect. I wondered how she’d react to it all. I didn’t think she would have much of an issue with it in the end, but you could never really know.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">When I finally got to my parent’s apartment, I threw the door open and rushed inside. Even something as simple as waiting for the door to open properly was too much for me now. I was nothing but a bundle of nervous excitement now. Taylor was the first to find me, intercepting me like an excited football yer with a hug. It seemed she was suffering from a simr excess of excitement.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Tami!” she eximed. “Holy shit it’s happening! I’m so happy for you!”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You don’t have to tell <i><span style="font-weight: 400">me </i><span style="font-weight: 400">that! Show me, I want to see! Is Dad done with the pod yet?!” I asked breathlessly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah! Come on!” she grinned, taking my hand and dragging me through the house.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">We reached the pod room quickly, where Mum and Dad were both standing, their arms around each other’s waists. Mum looked pensive, while Dad looked satisfied.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Hey Mum, Hey Dad,” I said excitedly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Hey Tami,” they replied in unison before Mum continued, pointing at the big chunky pod in the middle of the room, “The pod is finished, your Dad has been working through the night to get it done.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The thing was massive and had more inmon with a small tank than anymercial pod. It was built out of someposite material that I wasn’t familiar with and was a space-grey colour. It definitely looked safe, if nothing else. No one would be interfering with my changes bar Mum and Dad, who were the ones with the codes to the thing.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Dad, where the hell did you even get this thing?” I asked in awe, walking around it to get a different views.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Army surplus remember? They sell them pretty cheap if you know the right people, since they started ouwing some of the nastier drones. This is my personal one, but I guess I’ll have to buy a new one” he replied.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Thanks Dad,” I said with a grateful smile.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">As I was smiling at him, I noticed that Mum was <i><span style="font-weight: 400">not</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> smiling. She looked like she was about to cry actually.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“What’s wrong mum?” I asked, knowing I probably wasn’t going to like the answer.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“It’s just that… this thing will probably make you… make you infertile,” she said, pausing as she wiped tears from her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Not this again, Mum...” Taylor sighed, rolling her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I just want grandchildren! I want little Tamis and Taylors to dote on and… Taylor yourst few partners have been women and it’s starting to worry me,” Mum cried, although Dad beat a hasty retreat muttering something about ast minute adjustment.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Dad was a softie around Mum usually, and probably knew that if he stayed in the room he’d end up having to side with her. It actually made the fact he’d gone against her wishes and contacted his old peers all the more amazing. Defying Mum on such an important point for <i><span style="font-weight: 400">me</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> was… amazing.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Okay first off, you know that the technology to get women pregnant without a stupid dick involved has been around forever right Mum? Like, more than a hundred years or something. It’s been around longer than this damn corrupt as fuck city has been around!” Taylor said, getting angry now. “And like, secondly, We don’t owe you kids! I can’t believe we’re having this dumb argument again after we already hashed it out!”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I know! It just doesn’t feel— “ she said, her tears flowing more freely now.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Mum I swear to like, the coral on the bottom of the city or whatever that if you finish that sentence I am going to push you gently but firmly out that door and get Dad to revoke your privileges on that pod,” Taylor said dangerously.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Mum, there’s so many options for having kids if I want them, same as there was for transitioning. It’s okay,” I said soothingly, ying good cop to Taylor’s bad cop.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I know…” Mum sobbed. “I just… I know I was okay with it on tuesday, but I can’t get it out of my head that I’m… that I’m losing my <i><span style="font-weight: 400">son.</i><span style="font-weight: 400">”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I could make the argument that you never really had one, but I don’t think that would make much of a difference,” Taylor said wearily.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Mum… if I don’t do this, you’ll lose your ‘son’ pretty permanently andpletely,” I said quietly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“What do you mean?” she asked, her tears stopping momentarily.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You know what I mean,” I said, really not wanting to spell it out.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You’d… kill yourself?” she said, putting the morbid truth out there.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yup. Ever since I realised all of this, I’ve felt like I didn''t have a future. I couldn’t see a future for myself… I haven’t been suicidal yet, but… I think it was only a matter of time. You know this too, I know you that you know this. It’s why we’re taking this risk, we talked about it on tuesday… so what’s going on?” I exined as gently as I could.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Mum finally deted, looking like she’d given up on the argument. She ran her hands up and down her arms lightly and looked at the floor. “I’m sorry… you’re right. I know all of that is true… I’m just scared for you! I’m scared and I guess I acted foolishly. You know how badly this could go wrong though, right? You know that this has a chance of killing you? There is a very real chance that I could lose a child to this, and you could lose your life?”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I know Mum, but this is the decision I want to make.” I said, reaffirming my resolve.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Okay… I’m sorry I had this little meltdown…” Mum said, looking ashamed and apologetic. “How about... I can’t believe I’m saying this. How about you get yourself undressed, while I go and find your father?”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Oh. I’d forgotten I’d have to be naked for this. That was a bit ufortable, to put it mildly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Uh… okay,” I nodded, my cheeks heating up.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Mum left without a word after that, and I was left with just Taylor standing next to me. She quickly pulled me into a hug, and we stood there like that for long moments. Taylor had been incredible throughout all of this, and it really made me realise that we needed to hang out more again. Twins versus the world.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I wanted to hug you <i><span style="font-weight: 400">before </i><span style="font-weight: 400">you got all naked,” she rified, with augh.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah that’s a good n… um, can you turn around though? This will be weird enough without you watching me take of each piece of clothing,” I chuckled awkwardly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Right,” sheughed again, doing as I’d asked and turning around.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I stepped back and quickly got undressed, throwing my clothing in the corner. I probably wouldn’t be needing them again anyway, they wouldn’t fit. Once everything was off my gross as fuck body, I covered my groin with my hands.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Okay we’re good,” I said.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You know, you weren’t this shy about your body when you epted that call in Cora,” she remarked as she turned around.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah well, I’m actually proud to have that body, unlike this one. It’s not a nakedness thing, it’s an ‘<i><span style="font-weight: 400">I don’t want anyone to see me like this</i><span style="font-weight: 400">’ thing,” I exined.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Right,” she nodded, then turned to watch as Mum and Dad came back in.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Mum looked much moreposed than before, and Dad wasn’t carrying anything he’d need to do st minute adjustments’. Typical Dad.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“So can you open the pod now? I feel really awkward standing naked like this in front of my family,” I joked awkwardly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Right. Sorry kiddo,” Dad chuckled, moving over to the disy panel and typing in his code.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">There was a percussive series of thunk sounds inside the pod before the lid opened with a hissing sound as the pressure inside and outside equalised. The lid itself opened in the middle, and there was only a small window at the top that would mean my upper torso was visible. A lot more modest than my full ss one back at my apartment. The crazy thing was the enormous bolts in the two halves of the lid doors.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Why does that thing have two inch thick deadbolts?” I asked incredulously.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“So that you are safe should a nuke go off in UN City,” Dad replied sarcastically.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Right. Can’t forget the nukes,” I said, shaking my head in bewildered awe. What a wild pod.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">When the damn thing was finally open all the way, I could definitely see the changes Dad had made. All throughout the interior of the pod, strange implements and other apparatus were affixed to the interior walls. It was honestly a little intimidating, and I felt myself waver for just a moment. That particr one was a fucking scalpel! Far out.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">In a simr manner to when I’d hit that log out button, I forced myself to move before indecision took it all away. I nestled myself carefully in the cradle among all the crazy new modifications, and looked out at my family. Mum looked anxious all over again, and was digging her nails into Dad’s arm while he smiled obliviously in at me. Even Taylor looked apprehensive, her eyes skimming over the crazy shit around me with more than a bit of worry.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Alright. I’m ready,” I said.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Dad nodded and walked over to the panel, pulling Mum with him. I couldn’t see him with the massive doors of the thing in the way, but I heard the beep of him pressing the button, and just like that, I was being sealed inside.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Thest thing I saw through the window as it locked in ce and my consciousness was pulled elsewhere, was Taylor giving me a little wave, her cheeks streaked with tears that were pooling in the dimples of her smile.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">****


    <span style="font-weight: 400">When I appeared in the desktop of Dad’s pod, I discovered he’d set it up to be a spacious and cozy log cabin. My body was still the scan from a while back, and I felt a stab of disappointment and sadness at that. I needed to fix it.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Computer, please request my appearance profile from the game Cora,” I said to the AI installed in this pod.


    <i><span style="font-weight: 400">“Sending Request.” </i><span style="font-weight: 400">it said in a bored monotone.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I waited for several seconds until it spoke again, <i><span style="font-weight: 400">“Appearance Profile of Character Tamipesagniyah has been received with a note: Sending Default Human Appearance. Demonic Appearance can be sent if requested.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Computer, please apply the received Appearance Profile to my ount,” I said almost urgently.


    <i><span style="font-weight: 400">“Applying Appearance Profile Tamipesagniyah.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The change was instant and jarring, but I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I looked down and saw my hands had changed into the smaller, more feminine ones I remembered from Cora. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, with no bra and no shoes, which meant I could see my toes too, as well as my poking nipples. Oh this was definitely right. This was so right. This was me, this was who I am. I made my way quickly to the nearest couch and sat down, curling into a protective ball and just relishing the feeling of my body.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I want a nket,” I demanded of theputer, and one appeared out of nowhere to gently settle over me.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I pulled it tighter around myself, enjoying the feeling of the rough wool on my soft skin. Oh it was so soft too. Iy on the couch for a long while just savouring it all, but also allowing the stress in my mind to unbundle and release. The extent of the toll that week had taken on me was only just now bing apparent as I felt tears of relief and happiness roll down my cheeks to be soaked up by the wool nket.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I allowed myself to cry it all out as I stretched out luxuriously on the couch, relishing the way my body flexed and moved. I couldn''t wait for my reality to match this by even half. Even the gap between my things was nice, allowing me to… no, bad Tami. Don''t masturbate in Dad''s pod home. That''s weird. Go find Rora and convince her to put her tongue inside you instead.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Before I could do that though, I had something I needed to do.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">"Computer, start the Shaping program," I said excitedly.


    <i><span style="font-weight: 400">"Shaping program has booted. Would you like to upload an Appearance Profile and begin?" </i><span style="font-weight: 400">theputer asked<i><span style="font-weight: 400">.</i>


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Should I just use the one from Cora, or should I modify it a bit? Make myself look more like Taylor maybe? We were twins after all… but no, that would be odd. The image I was wearing now felt right on a scarily urate level. It was like the random character function had known exactly what my ideal body was and put me in it. Maybe… maybe it <i><span style="font-weight: 400">had</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> known? Surely not though…?


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Regardless, it was time to do things. I was going to choose this body, because it was me. Simple as that.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">"Yes please," I told it, giving themand that would hopefully change my life for the better. “Upload the profile I am currently wearing to the program please.”


    <i><span style="font-weight: 400">"Shaping program active. Estimated time untilpletion: Seven days, twenty hours," </i><span style="font-weight: 400">theputer replied.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Seven days and twenty hours until I would be finished, like a cake in an oven or something. Damn, my heart was beating so fast. This was really, actually, properly happening. I’d gone from a happy guy six months ago, to a depressed one two weeks ago, to… a girl in another week? Fingers crossed? It seemed absolutely surreal!


    <span style="font-weight: 400">"Thank you,” I said, trying to get my nervousness under control. “Now please log me into the game Cora.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Time to while away the week by punching things and hopefully making out with a cute girl.


    <i><span style="font-weight: 400">"Logging in. Beginning hand over."</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight: 400">"Wee back to Cora… Tami," a kind feminine voice said warmly, right as my vision went dark.</i>
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