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Special: TG 10 Alternate Ending

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When our transformation was completed, all five of my clones slowly had their memories that were a part of my brain remodeled into the memories and childhoods of the girls they now were, also losing all memory of their transformation. Yes, they remember nothing. Mine, however, was much more elaborate. To begin with, the mental image of my school started to change. The classroom I imagine for my school, a standard high school, slowly started to expand out. At the front of the room the floor rose, creating a stage, and the whiteboard escaped from the wall and softened, becoming a projection screen. A podium also appeared, while the rest of the room started to curve upwards. The desks then faded into the air, replaced by chairs more suited to a movie theatre, in multiple rows and columns with a desk attached to the front. With the change of location complete in my mind, I realized it was a college auditorium. “But wait, I don’t go to college” I thought, though that was soon bombarded. I started to think of my school’s name, Oviedo High School, and all of the images relating to it, but, with every passing second, the images started to fade from my head all together, and I could not think of them again. Eventually, I lost all images of my High school, but I could still remember the name. However, quickly, that name started to lose meaning. It went from my high school, to, like, a former high school, to a high school I knew but never went to, to a high school that I think did well, to just some high school. In the end, these words became meaningless, though I still thought of them until I asked myself “Wait, where the hell is Oviedo anyway? What the hell is Oviedo anyway? And why do I think I go to high school? I’ve been thought that already!” And with that, the name Oviedo High School slipped from my brain completely, permanently forgotten. What also escaped from that was the notion that I was in high school, replaced with the fact that I graduated high school.

However, I wondered “Wait, do I go to college”, which lead to explanation of the logos. A name appeared in my head, Villanova University, which didn’t make that much sense to me, though it did explain why my shirt had a V on it and why we had “GO NOVA” written on our stomachs. However, that name soon bombarded my head, implanting itself in the same place that other thing was. Soon enough, I couldn’t forget the name, and its significance slowly showed itself. I began to feel a personal attachment to this school, and it started to feel like I went there, which soon became the unquestionable thought that I did go there. Thoughts of the school grounds then infested my mind as well, giving me visual conformation that I did go to Villanova University. Lastly, the girls next to me. First, the thoughts of their original forms, me, slowly slipped away from my thoughts, replaced with the “fact” that they were always this was from birth. Next, I slowly start to gain information about them, such as their names, as well as gaining a growing connection to them. At first, I thought that these girls are just some random people, then, as more progress continued, some kids around school, to maybe being in some of my classes, to talked to them at some point, probably just some school work, to talking to them probably once a week about something other than school, to being acquaintances, to friends, to best friends, to best friends since I came to Villanova University, to best friends for years. “Yeah, that last one seems right” and with that, I now have known these people for their quite a long time, even though I know I’ve just seen these people for the first time, though that thought was slowly fading. “Oh shit”, I thought, “I’m losing all of my memories”. I realize then as I know can’t even contemplate now knowing these girls next to me for any shorter than a few years.

As I thought, my memories my old self were slowly being permanently forgotten, all of them. As each one was slowly irrecoverable, I was thinking “Uh, what the hell is this!?!?!?! I was never a boy!” which I knew was crap, but I soon realized that I could not hold out for much longer. Soon enough, I couldn’t remember anything from before first grade, then during first grade, then second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth (deleting all memories from my old home), and ninth, leaving me with just the memories from the past month left in my conscience, thought those soon were also lost forever, even though I tried to preserve them. All I had left was my old image, my name, and the knowledge of my transforming ability. Sadly, though, those thoughts were also escaping. First, my old body. I kept my mind to my old image and thought of nothing else, to try to save myself. However, I was losing connection to this form, it becoming more and more foreign by the second. One second, this was who I was, then someone close to me, like my boyfriend, to a good friend, to just a friend, to an acquaintance, to a classmate I sit by, to just a classmate, to a kid at school, to a kid around town, to a kid at some big convention, to somebody I met walking around somewhere, to some guy I saw on the internet, to someone I’ve never seen in my life. I, my body, was now nobody to me, though I still tried to hold on, though my mind though “wait, who the hell is this? I don’t even know this guy!!” And with that, I lost my hold, forgetting my old body permanently. I also forgot about my ability to transform, though it wasn’t just that. I lost the ability to transform all together, locked forever in my DNA to maybe be accessed by my children. All I have left is my name, though that went through the same process as my body; it went from the key component of my identity to something that was completely meaningless, thus I let willingly go of it, making Alex truly gone from history permanently. However, now I was just a blank slate, with no identity. However, that was quickly rectified by a ton of information flooding my brain. The memories of my life, my new name, and my body all launched into my brain, which, at first, were meaningless. But, soon enough, I became attached to these memories, feeling as if they were my own. Eventually, I accepted them as who I was, making me this girl for the rest of my life.  When I finally figured everything out, I looked around and realized that I was in a gymnasium, cheering on our team with my best friends. And I was more than happy to show off my team spirit.
So here's my first special project here on DeviantArt, and, if you didn't read the title for whatever reason, is an alternate ending to most recent TG I've put up, #10. When I finished everything about that a few months ago, I got the urge to do more with it, primarily because I wrote two scapegoats to avoid myself transforming, mind and all, into this girl. Thus, I thought to myself "What would happen if I forgot who I was and became this person?" Thus, I wrote this. Now, for the most part, this is the same as the original mind change, with two exceptions. One, I reworded the line "However, my mind change was much different, as I make sure that I don’t lose all of my memories or else I won’t be able to change back", to not make clear that I'll be self aware. Of course, this alone would not be enough to repost something, but that's not all. Instead of just the name adding itself to my lexicon of knowledge, I go though a lengthy process of forgetting my former self, followed by a remembrance of the gal's memories. That's it. Overall, I hope you like it, and if you want to see this tied up with the regular transformation sometime, let me know. 

P.S.S. Another fun fact about this TG was that it was the first to use my signature mind change style. You know, the progressive forgetfulness. Yeah, this was the first time I used it. This is very influential for me, and I love it. Constructive Criticism and Requests are welcome. 
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