Amanda was just done with high school. She'd looked at the options for college, but it didn't look appealing. She wasn't particularly studious or academically inclined, so she didn't want to struggle through another 3 plus years of school. Also, how much would a degree help her career prospects if her grades were poor.
She looked at other options, maybe taking a gap year or something. It was then she found The Temporary Moms Agency. While it wasn't the perfect path, it did seem like it offered her a reasonable way to achieve what she wanted. She wasn't that bad with kids. How bad could it be?
"Babe, are you sure this is a good idea?" Mark, her boyfriend, asked.
"It's what I want to do," Amanda said. She'd decided to discuss it with her boyfriend.
"What about our relationship?" Mark asked her. "You know you have to live a whole new life, right? It's not just a job."
"Relax. What if I like change a bit? We'll still love each other."
"O-of course babe," Mark replied, still seeming a little wary.
Just a few days later, Amanda was about to enter the lab that would introduce her to her new life. She looked over herself. Tall (5'10"), fit and blonde. She wouldn't see this body again for a while.
She entered the lab. She signed some documents, and right after, she got strapped down to a table. A doctor stood over her "So, are you ready? Are you clear on the terms?" he asked.
"I'm ready and I've like read the terms and stuff," Amanda said.
The doctor explained, "We have to be clear before we do this. You will be injected with the serum, which will indefinitely change you into a form we've designed to meet both the family's and your needs. You will remain in this form until all children in your legal care have reached high school age."
"Uh-uh," Amanda nodded.
The doctor used the syringe on her arm. Instantly her body warped. Her legs shortened as her stature became significantly lower. Though, she didn't lose mass, quite the contrary. Her legs grew thicker. Her once pert ass gained significantly. She was now a very short sub 5 feet 4'10" pear shaped woman. Another syringe was injected into her. Her became a golden brown color. Her hair turned black. Her facial features shifted. Also, signs of age appeared. Less lustrous skin, some sag and lines here and there. From 18 to mid thirties.
The final change was left. The doctor with the help of his assistants lowered a headpiece on Amandas head. Needles shot into her temples.
Still overwhelmed by what was happening, now Amandas mind was twisting and turning. Memories of growing up in streets of Myanmar, being poor, sometimes going without foid. Being so happy when she got the chance to emigrate to the US as an adult.
"What you do to me?" she asked in an accented voice, stumbling over a word.
"The family requested someone who grew up less fortunate. They think it will give their kids a more humble and wordly perpective," the doctor explained. "We're giving you those experiences Yuzana. Initially you're going to be confused as the new memories properly manifest," he said using her new name.
"Okay," Amanda, or Yuzana, nodded, her head was still a mess. Two seperate lives were in her head. The Yuzana memories were scattered and incomplete, but very strong. Her normal memories were still there, but some parts were foggy. Her English were lacking, so now she was thinking in her new and more comfortable Burmese.
"Ayaaa..." the short chubby asian woman murmured.
"Ideally we'd want you to immediately meet the kids, but it seems like you might need a day to recover," the doctor observed. "What do you think Yuzana?