Trust Machines - Out of ControlOut of Control
Trust Machines story
Wearily, Dr. Bradly Blackstock rubbed his eyes. He was at the end of an twelve hour ER shift, and if there was something more strenuous in life than an ER shift in a trauma center like Farnell Memorial, he had yet to find it. And nobody could say that, as an enthusiastic extreme sportsman, he wasn't trying hard enough.
As an attending physician, he had the option to shuffle off unpopular tasks on residents, but he'd still have the overall responsibility for the conducted treatment, so this was only a superficial benefit. Still, not being bled and puked on anymore because he could interpose a handy resident had its virtues. At least, as an internist by training, he usually didn't have to deal with the horribly broken shapes of trauma-patients.
But regardless of these
The Missing Tights (TG, AR, AP)“If your daddy objects to you taking ballet,” Miss Valerie told her young disciple, “I'll have to invite him to dance along with us.” It seemed that her plan was working. Mr. Sales pulled up outside the dance school just in time for tea. His thin face was creased and furrowed. He wore a sweater vest that showed no signs of wear or lint. Valerie understood why Alan was afraid of him.
Miss Valerie calmly poured the hot water when suddenly her assistant burst through the door. “Do we have any more tights?” Kimiko asked.
“Eleanor lost hers yesterday and doesn't have another pair.”
“Will her mom pay?”
“She hasn't paid for the last set.”
“Shit, that's the third girl today. Just give her some.”
“My, aren't we generous today, madam.”
“Shut the fuck up and teach the class.” She pushed past Kimiko and greeted Mr. Sales at the door. “Mr. Sales, it's so wonderful to
A Replacement BallerinaJacob was a teenager being dragged by his parents to his little sister's ballet recital. His white sneakers kicked back and forth on the white linoleum floor of the hallway and his hands sunk deep into the pockets of his denim blue jeans as he leaned against the wall, waiting for the show to start and the PA to announe that the show was going to start. His dark green T-shirt clung to his chest due to gravity and his short brown hair stuck to the back of his head as his green eyes caught sight of his sister, pointing to him and making "follow me" motions with her right hand. He sight as he straightened himself and followed her, eventually finding himself backstage.
"Okay, I'm here. Now what do you want Lisa?" He asked with a hint of annoyance,
"Vennesa isn't here yet!" Lisa responded with a trace of worry in her voice.
"What does that have to do with me?"
"I need you to replace her," Lisa replied frankly.
"What! How do you expect me to do that?" He whisper-yelled. Lisa suddenly cracked
Molting TG ARDay 1
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