I simply wake up in Greg's bed with his red blanket and pillows comforting my body.

As I open my eyes I feel more refreshed than ever. I am surprised to find myself in Greg's bed instead of me drooling on the kitchen table. Knowing that Greg's red bed is at least a queen-sized bed I look to my right to see if he, at all, is right next to me. All I want to know is either he is watching me sleep, which sounds creepy, or is sleeping himself. I look to my right and I find that Greg isn't there. I'm all alone in his room, in his red bed.

A minute later Greg walks in through the door, wearing a black shirt and sweat pants. He looks like he is either going to jog outside or he is really at home in his dwelling place. I say "dwelling place" because on this floor is his actual living area, below this floor is his work area, and below that for an unknown number of floors is a laboratory, which doesn't fit in with the upper floors.

Greg walks in with a dreary look in his face. His face looks more angry than dreary, but a combination of both. I try not to be curious of his current attitude so I act like I didn't see him come in.

Now he greets me with an unusual change of tone in his voice. He greets me in a way like a loving friend or some other. "Hey, how did you sleep?"

I try to act like I didn't notice and reply, "How long was I out?" I say in a fake sleepy tone.

"You were out for about maybe four hours or so, but it's okay. On Earth, it's I think, on the west coast of the United States, morning time. Eight o'clock to be precise," he says. He finishes by reaching out his arm and handing me a glass of water and a blue capsule in his other. "I know it may seem unusual but you have to take this. It's procedure. Actually, it's none other than a typical steroid of hormones that you take by the mouth. Go ahead."

"Well if you say so," I say and take the glass of water and blue capsule from his hands. I place the capsule on the middle of my tongue and then take a gulp of water. As the water rushes down my mouth and into my throat, the capsule is carried away by the current and slips down my esophagus without any pain. I cough of few times due to the coarseness of the water but I manage.

"Good. Now I want to take you into the next phase of your change," he tells me after I take the capsule down the throat.

"What else could there be?" I question him.

"Well, in the past there have been some snags in the procedure, such as partial or complete memory wipe or partial or complete neural and/or nerve complications," he says in a professional tone.

"Excuse me?" I question him to explain in plain English.

"People, who have had their minds implanted into another body, have had memory loss or they slip into a coma, or they had brain damage, or lost feeling in some of their limbs and nerve endings," he tries to explain it to me in detail.

"Meaning...?" I try to question further.

He tries to deepen the explanation but fails to do so. He suggests another way, "How about we try to find out if anything has happened to you, is that alright?"

Knowing that there is no other way, I say, "Yes, okay, proceed then."

"Sure thing," he assures me.

The next few moments seem awkward as we sit on the bed doing nothing but sit and stare. I then try to talk to him to see if anything is wrong. "Are we going to do it then? We're not going to the lab again?"

"Oh, no, not at all, we can do it right here, if it's fine by you that is," he tells me.

"Really? Okay then," I reply.

"Okay, let's see here," he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his handheld touchscreen. "Now tell me something that happened last year, anything."

I try to think of something that doesn't pertain to my old self or anything personal. I also try to think of something I obvious don't know. After a minute or so, I tell Greg, "The urban sex offender, Leon Khan, was caught doing his crime. He was arrested but was bailed out with $500,000."

"That's, let's see, um, correct," he says before mumbling something like reading an article. "That's pretty good, actually. Next, something from five years ago. Take your time."

I was assuming he would go for five years for the next challenge so I took the easiest one out of all current events for that year. "Well, that when that Rex's Casino on the Moon Paradise finished and had their grand opening of their hotel," I tell him excitedly, like it's a challenge worth winning.

"Okay, maybe that was too easy. Well, one more then. Let's go for a harder year. Thirteen years ago," he says.

"Thirteen years ago was when the Khan family actually move all their business transactions and activity to the moon to escape prosecution for the Earth police," I say in an astonishing time under one minute with no pausing.

"Well, I guess that settles it, but I'm curious to how you actually know that fact. It wasn't published anywhere in the Moon Chronicle. That mean your memory is still intact. Now we must test if your nerves are still functioning, you ready?" he asks.

"Let's do it," I excitingly say.

"First things first, I need you to lift your top up," he orders me.

"Excuse me?" I protest.

"It's to test your nerve endings," he explains briefly.

"But why my breasts?" I protest more.

"You want me to explain?" he asks sarcastically. "Well, besides your vagina and your ass hole, your breasts have the most nerve endings and well, they are one places where the nerve endings don't function after a transplant."

"You sure that all the places?" I ask defensively, now inching back to the other side of the bed.

"Wouldn't I tell you all the places if I didn't know all of them?" he fires back with a factual question. He protest against me and presses in more and more. "Don't you want to make sure?"

Now faces with a decision, I have two choices Greg is offering. Either I let him test out if my nerve endings are working, subsequently letting him feel upon my breasts, or I refuse to let him touch me in a offensive way.