Mira, average girl who's just come of age

Logdate 882XX/40, 0954

Finally! Now that I'm 18, I can start living the life I've always wanted to. Mom and Dad are happy with my decision - well, Mom already approved of it a couple nights ago after I talked with her about my plans. Still, Dad said he was happy with it this morning too, as he was drinking out of one of our new coffee mugs.

I got to drink out of the other - it was surreal, but so affirming at the same time! They'd always kept this stuff lowkey as a kid while I wasn't statutorily ready for recognition, which I feel bad about. It's just how life works - it must've been so inconvenient for them, and no matter how much I told them it was alright, they wouldn't budge!

Still, now we're all free to live naturally, and Dad says Mom's been dying to hang around the house naked again. Even if I couldn't see her face, it was super obvious Mom was excited for me, since she was clapping so hard her tits were shaking everywhere, and she even smothered me with a big hug until I tapped on her shoulder to get me to let go.

Although that might've been Dad's fault, actually. See, when I came downstairs this morning, I was just in time to catch Mom getting her head popped off her smooth neck and tossed into the reconstructor - I swear it even winked at me in midair - but while Mom's head was being recycled into our new coffee mugs, she'd left her body free for Dad to jack into and do whatever with, so he was starting with what Mom always liked to call first base - wiping her local backups. Central servers keep safe master records on everyone, but they're just as inconvenient to restore from as they are important, so according to her, when a girl lets someone erase her backups, it's like a symbol she's chosen someone to commit to. 'I won't need a quick restore point, I'm happy however you reuse me', you know?

So I was distracted admiring my Mom-mug, thrilled at seeing how her head had turned into something so generic - apparently when a girl gets reconstructed into an object, it's a little more complicated than just atomic reassembly, but the physics is way beyond me - anyway, Dad was never the best at this stuff... so it turns out he accidentally wiped everything inside Mom, including her backups. By the time I looked up from my mug again, Mom's body was a total shell - I think it even started peeing where it was sat on Mom's chair, since deleting Mom meant deleting her bladder control too.

Obviously, I got mad at Dad - I mean, he shouldn't need me to be looking over his shoulder at all times, especially now that Mom had no head to do it with, and super-especially now that we'd have to go to Central Backup if we wanted to see Mom again for any reason! I swear, when it comes to tech, Dad can't tell a power button from a reset.

But what's done is done, so there wasn't any point ragging on Dad too much. While I finished my morning shake, he installed a basic placeholder gynoid template into Mom's empty body, and after a few moments it started moving again (and stopped peeing itself, thankfully - Mom likes that chair). I asked him what kind of gynoid he installed in her, and he just said 'I searched for something mother-like off the holo and picked the first result'... I tried asking Mom's body if she'd engraved our respective names onto our new mugs, and her body gave a big bouncy Mom-like double thumbs-up, so I guess even with her memories wiped and nothing but default behavior to go off, it was close enough to Mom for us.

It'd be a different story if the placeholder had to pilot Mom's head too, so thank god this happened while Mom was headless! I mean, hey, if it walks like Mom and... doesn't talk like Mom, and reacts like Mom, then it's good enough to avoid reminding us Mom's body doesn't have Mom in it right now. I mean, it'd be super awkward for both me and Dad otherwise, you know? We like having Mom in our lives, so if we've installed a super basic template into her body and it pulls off acting like her, that works for our purposes!

Honestly, Dad and I can both be procrastinators sometimes, so that placeholder gynoid might end up serving as Mom for at least a couple weeks... or longer, if we get so used to the template filling in for Mom that we forget about this headless body's original owner for, like, months or years. Sorry if you wanted to hang out with us, Mom! We'll merge the gynoid template back into you whenever we finally grab a copy of you out of central, so you'll have all its memories from while you were gone! And... also the gynoid template itself, but, um, at least I'll be doing it instead of Dad so nothing will go wrong! If I'm there.

...Which I might not be! Oops.