The hour had grown late and my tossing and turning was keeping my wife from sleeping. I was still quite awake and fantasizing about what I'd have done...then if I'd had knowledge of the future. I pondered over and over how, even if it were possible, changing the past would obliterate my present. I had no desire to lose my wife or family, and felt bad for even entertaining thoughts of "what if" and fantasies about an ex who wasn't even an ex! What had happened between Ruth and I was woven into the. According to them the SCi device transferred all of your life experiences and memory, along with your soul, to the new body, but the host body retained all of its low level subliminal 'body' memories to allow it function normally. Without these the 'new owner' would be virtually useless and in an almost baby like state until it could learn how to co-ordinate its new body properly. Well, it seemed as if they hadn't been exaggerating because I was soon walking and swaying my hips as well as any. Her blonde hair fell softly around her shoulders and just covered the top of her breasts which were barely contained in her red halter top. Looking down further she admired her shapely legs extending from the shortest pair of shorts she owned. The halter top and shorts had been taking up space in the back of her closet for the past two years, since a time when they actually fit. She had grown in both height and breast size since then and knew she was showing an almost indecent amount of flesh.. I think… I’m afraid not to.” I listened as he breathed a long, mysterious sigh. There was a pause. He rustled around with his newspapers. I kept my eyes down. I shouldn’t have said that, I thought. The pause was pregnant, though just what it was carrying I couldn’t quite say. “So you’re staying, then,” he said at last. “How? You’re study permit will expire.” I wrinkled my nose. “They gave me a TRV. I’ve got a couple years to renew.” I’m not sure why I lied to him—probably because the.