Chapter 2

So, that is how I, Ed Games, all 5’6”, 180 lbs., 38”chest 34”, waist 40”, belly, balding, 50ish, retired army sergeant first class (SFC), woke up – 5’9”, 185 lbs., 40” chest, 34” waist, 30” belly, sporting a hard body that could compete and probably beat most bodybuilders, and weighing 190 now. My hair and overall looks put me back in my late 20s early 30s. I felt like a teenager too.

I could work with this.

My birth certificate said 5-5-1977 but could be altered to look like 5-5-1997 and unless someone was looking closely, it would not be noticed. Also, since I now looked 20+ years younger it was going to be even easier to believe.

WEUSALL thought to me that they would be able to change the ink pattern at the molecular level, making the document absolutely correct under any examination. I thanked them.

The first order of business was for new clothes, as none of my clothes would fit now.

My jogging suit was the best present option for clothing. The t-shirt was too tight but I managed to get it on; underwear still fitted as that part of my body stayed pretty much the same. Oh, the shoes fit fine too. Great!

WEUSALL asked what I was doing. We were getting better at the communicating quietly with each other. At least I was not talking to myself out loud. I explained the need for better fitting clothing and WEUSALL was curious about shopping.

I had a basket and was looking through the clothing when WEUSALL noticed a female across the aisle in the women’s underwear section, and said to me, “That female is highly fertile and appears interested in you”.

I looked at the girl just as she looked at me and we both smiled, then she looked away, blushing.

I asked if WEUSALL could read her thoughts. The reply I got said, “WEUSALL can only sense emotions, pheromones, heart and breathing rates”.

I didn’t know why, but I was definitely interested in her, so I went looking for her. She was three rows over and it looked like she was trying to regain her composure. She appeared flustered and almost hyper-ventilating.

I slowly approached her and asked if she was okay.

When she looked up and saw me, she almost fainted.

I caught her around the waist and pulled her to me.

She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned her head against my chest.

It almost sounded like she was purring.

I asked her name, and she answered. “ReAne – ReAne Smith”.

“It is very nice to meet you, ReAne Smith” I said. “Would you mind joining me for lunch?”

ReAne said, “I would love to, thank you,” so we recovered my basket and moved to the checkout.

As we were walking out, I asked where she would like to eat.

“Anywhere is fine with me; wherever you want,” ReAne said with not a hint of doubt.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you? Old enough for a drink with lunch?” I enquired.

“Just barely. I turned 21 on Tuesday of last week”, ReAne answered.

“Appleby’s, Olive Garden, or Red Lobster?” I offered.

“Whichever would be the quickest..., I ... uh, sorry. How rude of me,” ReAne said.

I smiled and asked if she would just like to go back to my place and have something there?

Looking down at the ground she said softly but emphatically, “Yes, Please!”

I asked WEUSALL what was going on with her?

“Your pheromones are too strong; we are trying to weaken / stop them. It is not our intention or desire for this to happen. It could draw too much attention.”

“Oh, great, I thought. Too much attention to US??? Now what?”