Annika just stared at me and said “Beklager. Jeg .. didn’t .. know .. what .. to .. do .. Jeg .. couldn’t .. leave .. Daisy”
“What are you talking about?” I stopped. I wasn't Daisy anymore but I wasn't Andrew either. I half recognised the voice coming out of my mouth. I looked down. I still had breasts although much smaller than before. I was a naked white female. I raced to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I was Tracey.
I was still staring at my girlfriends naked reflection in the mirror when Annika entered the room. She handed me the clothes she had been wearing earlier in the day. Those that Annika had gone shopping in and that the real Tracey had worn when she had first arrived here this afternoon. A bra and panties, a pink t-shirt and a knee length denim skirt. Without hesitation I put them on. I didn’t like being naked.
“Why?” I asked. Knowing the answer was going to take a while. “Take your time and answer me in English” I loved the feminine tone of my voice.
“I .. could .. not .. find .. how .. til change .. du .. back .. til .. Andrew. I .. not .. like .. Daisy. She .. overtakelse. Beklager”
“It’s alright” As a matter of fact I wasn’t upset. It felt good being in this body. I realised I liked being Tracey. “I had felt like a passenger in Daisy’s body. I think her personality was taking me over”
“Ja” Annika nodded vigorously. "Daisy .. Bitch"
“Thank-you for rescuing me”
Now Annika looked panicked “No … Andrew. …. Jeg mener jeg ikke kunne se hvordan jeg kunne endre deg tilbake til Andrew!”
“I’m sorry Annika. I don’t understand you at all” I could see she was frustrated. “Should I change you back so you speak English?”
“Nei. Jeg blir som Annika! … Beklager… No .. I stay .. Annika” she sounded adamant.
“Well you have to change back at some time. You have an exam tomorrow”
It was like a lightbulb hit her “Selvfølgelig! .. He he .. You .. are .. Tracey.. You .. do .. eksamen!” She seemed very pleased with herself. “Eksamen er biologi du er ekspert! Jeg får høyt skille! Ja .. is.. good!”
“I think I understood you. You want me to do your biology exam?”
“Ja! Du er Tracey!”
“Well yes I suppose I am Tracey at the moment”
“Tracey .. Now .. Expert!”
“So you want me to be Tracey until after the exam?” That didn’t sound a bad idea. “I suppose I could do that. I would need to change you to Andrew then. We couldn’t have two Tracey’s”
“Nei. I .. Stay .. Annika. Umm .. I .. show .. you. No .. Andrew” She beckoned me to follow her back to the machine. She pointed at the console “No .. Andrew”
The machine was still powered up. I scrolled through the menu to see what she was trying to say. I quickly found what she meant. There was no ‘Andrew’ in the menu, only ‘Daisy’, ‘Tracey’, ‘Annika’ and ‘Body1’.
“That’s alright” I told her “It will be ‘Body1’. You just haven’t overwritten the name”
“Men jeg skannet aldri kroppen din da jeg forandret deg” again it took her second to realise I didn’t understand her “Beklager! .. I .. never .. scanned .. du .. you”
“Are you saying you never scanned the Andrew body?”
“Ja! Ja! Jeg .. Sorry!”
Oh shit! that could be a problem. But then I thought about it. I would have to reconstruct my genome from a DNA sample. However I wasn’t as worried as I should have been. “No problem. I can fix that. But it might take a while, maybe even a few weeks. I will need to find some of my Andrew DNA and preserve it” I had full confidence I could do this. I don’t think I had lost any of my intelligence in the transfer. ‘Tracey’s’ intelligence had just jumped from 130 to 215. I didn’t mind the time delay that just allowed me more time in this body. I wasn’t ready to give up being Tracey.
I knew exactly how to start. I went back to the bathroom. I had cut my toenails only that morning. The clippings were quickly recovered from the bin and placed in a glass jar. I was already calculating in my mind the steps I would need to take to replicate the Andrew DNA from this sample. I didn’t want to make a mistake and change into a giant toenail. I found myself giggling, a very feminine giggle at the thought.
“So .. you .. not .. angry .. at Annika?”
“No I’m not” that was the truth. “This will be fun. We will have to go back to your flat. I'll be Tracey and you can be Annika my Norwegian friend and and can use the spare bed”
“But .. What .. about .. Andrew?”
“We will just tell my parents Andrew has gone away for some reason. We will have to tell them he has given Tracey permission to work on her own projects in the lab” The answer seemed so simple. “Annika can be another biology student, working on the project with you” We concocted a story about Andrew attending a conference interstate. If needs be he would stay on to collaborate with a colleague. That would be believable as Andrews parents didn’t follow his research closely. It would be typical of Andrew to forget to tell his parents he was going on a trip.
So to put this plan in place. I wrote a note to my parents and siblings explaining I had got a last minute invitation to the fictitious conference. Fortunately I had retained Andrew’s handwriting. I would have to remember not to answer Andrews phone. Better yet ‘Tracey’ could find that Andrew had inadvertently left his phone behind. Anyway my parents were away for the next week and my brother rarely came home. It was just my 17 year old sister who we would initially need to deceive.
Trying to think of all possibilities, we packed a suitcase full of Andrew’s clothes so that it looked like Andrew had gone somewhere. Then leaving my own Andrew car behind got into Tracey’s Honda and drove to her flat. Now I was once more in possession of an ID and a driver’s licence. Life was going to be easy.