Chapter 2: My Reboot

I could hear Dhadul, my Buddhist buddy, chanting close by when I felt a lancing pain in my chest. I knew what that meant. I really didn’t want to die.

I knew I’d miss my Tibetan friend.

I awoke groggily, aching and confused from a headache. The narrow bed jiggled when I moved my right leg, drawing my attention to my cramped surroundings.

Suspicious, I glanced over the side and saw I was in a top bunk. The lower bunk bed was slightly wider than the top one. What the...?

I then realized that I had slept buck naked the night before??? I have not done that in years.

Questions raced through my mind, such as: who am I, where am I, and why am I naked?

I do not remember this bed or the paneling in this small room. I did not remember any of this at all.

I have not slept naked since my wife passed away; that was years ago. I had always worn boxers at the least. At my age, I can have a little leakage from my tired, worn-out prostate. For the last year, I had even been wearing ‘protective underwear’ for adults. The nurses insisted on it so they had to make fewer linen changes.

My third wife had only slept this way on sex nights. We would both go to bed totally hedonistically naked and ready for sex. Sadly, sex nights were further and further apart as we sagged and flagged in age. We grew older.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! What the devil happened? It seems like 85-year-old Mason Charles Carpenter is somehow in someone else’s body now.

Was there anybody in this body already? I talked to myself, and no one answered. I did not feel any different, except I was skinny and full of energy. It seemed I had all my memories.

I realized I felt GREAT! Energy surged through me, and breathing was effortless. I felt no pain in my chest from my heart.

I remembered the emphysema and the extremely sharp burning chest pain. That was my last cogent memory. How did I get here — like this? Where is here? More importantly, who the deuces am I?

These thoughts and questions kept running through my mind over and over again. I need to see myself in a mirror. I need to see who I am.

I slid down out of the upper bunk quietly in case the lower bunk had someone in it.

Oh my God! It most certainly does!!!! There is a young-looking and quite naked teenage girl in the lower bunk. She is a pretty young thing.

Her small breasts tell me she is relatively young. They are petite and look like little cones, each about the width of a lime cut in half. She is a darling-looking thing.

The door for this tiny bedroom is open, so I peeked out both ways. It is very dark. I was obviously in a single-wide trailer. The door is the kind that rolls back into the wall.

The trailer has the typical thin wooden panels you would expect. I pushed a panel, and it moved in a little.

I knew it was a trailer because I had grown up in a single-wide trailer. The narrowness of the hall is a big dead giveaway. Double-wides and triple-wides don’t need narrow hallways. The paneling was a different color, and the drapes were different. I couldn’t tell with any certainty in the darkness.

I knew how to tiptoe quietly so the other people in the trailer wouldn’t wake up. I did not want to wake anyone. It is very quiet here because I hear no traffic or planes outside. It is very dark outside; there is no moon, so there is very little light inside.

To my left, it looked like an open main area, so I went that way. Is this some previous incarnation? This looked a lot like the trailer we lived in when I grew up. We had moved into one almost identical to this when I was 6 years old.

I saw it was 3:48 on the round electric clock on the living room wall. It was a round-faced clock with numbers and hands that jumped.

I headed to the mirror to check myself out. I found the bathroom just past my bedroom—where it should be.

I quietly shut the door and turned on the light. The bath fixture colors are different; these are a pastel green. Ours had been a putrid pink.

Looking back at me in the mirror is a young teenager, a face I recognize but can’t believe is mine. I stared for some time, trying to process this shocking transformation. This was my young face! But how?

I was looking back at my own face! from my youth. Brown hair, blue eyes, tall and semi-muscular. I’m a teenager again.

I stared for some time. It was me, alright. Young Mace is in the mirror. Holy shit!

I was puzzled: I never had a sister or brother. Although the trailer model was almost identical to my home when I was a teen. This was not my childhood home. This was not a redo in an everyday sense. The naked girl, probably a sister or cousin, struck me as peculiar.

I saw one noticeable change in the mirror. My dick was a little longer and a little wider than it had been, even when I was a grown adult. It is bigger than it was when I, Mason, was about this age?

This dick is also uncircumcised. I was happy to see that. I need to pee. Pee hard-ons lately had been a thing of the past. You don’t get hard-ons in your old age. Hard-ons at age 85 had been a distant memory. This dick was young and vital-looking: strong even. This new nut sack looks very capable.

In my previous life, I had been circumcised. Whoever the doctor or hack was that did it had taken off too much. It had always been a little painful anytime I got hard.

I gave it a soft stroke, and the skin didn’t feel tight. Man, that felt considerably better than it had before. I should last longer during sex with this big fella.

I can see I am hairless down below. I ran my hand over where my pubic hair should be. I’m clean-shaven? I have never shaved myself. Especially not there, so that’s strange, almost upsetting. Do I shave myself?

I took a pee and flushed. I used two sheets of T.P. to wipe the head. My third wife trained me to do that.

It was her equation: No wipe = no blowjob.

I went back to the bedroom and back to bed. I needed to think. It took me a few minutes, but I entered a calm state and let my mind drift, like when I used to write, and I zoned out.

I dozed until I heard an old-fashioned alarm clock ringing constantly. I leaned over and saw a slender arm stretch out to hit the off button.