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The Marvelous Mister Mitchim

thewhiterabbit

thewhiterabbit

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Jun 17, 2009
Michael Mitchim checked his watch again already the boy was half an hour late and there was no sign of him. Mitchim eyes focused with great intent on the gold pocket watch willing it to slow down. He had everything timed out if the boy was too late everything would be ruined. "Never on time" Mitchim complained as he began to pace the small room the boy was never on time. The boy would have been late to his own birth if he had half a chance. Mitchim checked his watch against the clock, to the second. Mitchim ran his long fingers through his raven black hair. The boy was hopeless when it came to math, well most Americans were when it came right down to it.

Mitchims finger played over the phone in his pocket, he fought the urge to call the boy, better not to appear too eager. Micheal ran his fingers over the bottle in his pocket chloroform such a wonderful drug. Why was he interested in the boy, simple he was adorable. Not that he was gay he had plans to transform the useless lump of clay into the daughter of his dreams. After loosing his wife he fell app art, childless he simple could not accept a future without a piece of her in it. The room was furnished in old world charm almost every piece an original worth a small fortune. Mitchim checked his watch better increase his medication again. "I swear if you dont get her soon i will make you wish you were never born" He threw the watch at a window.
 
Brian looked at the time and smirked, “teach can wait half more hour”. He laughed out loud as he finally finished smoking the joint that was on his finger. Finally after the cigarette was done and over with he got on his beat up car and drove to where the teacher would be teaching him math. Brian was horrible at math, it was the only class that he could not process. Arriving at the teachers house forty five minutes after the time he was supposed to get there was something he was sure the teacher would not mind.

He got off the car and walked with his bag of books towards the mans house. His eyes scanned the place before he took out a piece of gum from his pocket and placed it on his mouth and began to chew on it. Walking to the door he knocked on it clearly he was impressed by how rich the teacher was. He smirked leaning back into the wall next to the door and knocked on it again before yawning and looking at his cellphone while he waited. The program was one that required thinking and planning since he truly loved those kind of games.
 
Mitchim opened the door he could the weed on the boy he might be good in class but the boy was clearly no angel. He decided to forgive the lateness the boy would have a lot more to atone for latter. "Do come in i have my lesson all planned out i assure you after today you will find a whole new understanding of math" Mitchim moved slowly allowing the boy to get ahead of him. He dumped some of the chloroform on the cloth and walked slowly over to a table set up for study. The boys structure was amazing he would have to make far fewer changes then he once feared.

"Tell me Brian is there anything about yourself that you would change, i don't know eye color hair, an annoying laugh" He pulled the chair out for the boy standing behind hi the crisp new textbook lay on the desk. A smile spread over his face he would soon have everything, soon have his perfect life, his perfect daughter. He fought the urge to just stuff the cloth in his mouth and get it over with. He waited a long hard year to have it fall apart now wold be a crime.
 
Brian looked at the teacher as it opened the door allowing Brian to finally enter the house. Once inside he yawned and shook her head, “Nah, I am happy with everything. I get girls like crazy and I have friends what else could I ask?”. He grinned and finally sat down on the chair that the teacher instructed him before setting his bag right next to him. He had no family left, he was emancipated when he was younger so he lived alone with the governments help.

He yawned and looked around the room, “You have a pretty nice place here teach”. Knowing that if he didn’t do anything about the Math class then he would be screwed although all the rest of his classes were straight A’s. Yawning again he took his book out with his notebook and swallowed the piece of gum on his mouth as he always did. Brian was a very sexy boy, his hair was short and blonde and he had a figure that sometimes made people confuse him as a female.
 
Mitchim gently placed the cloth over Brian's mouth he really had such pretty lips they would look smashing in any color. He knew the boy would fight a little but he was larger, stronger and had the advantage of leverage. When the boy would fall asleep he would look down on him in awe. The smooth lines of the face the large expressive eyes he really was a work of art a shame he didn't know it. Mitchim simply pulled the chair back and scooped the boy up the team was already waiting at the hospital.

"He sure is a pretty one" He slapped woman's hand aside and placed him on the gurney. Climbing into the ambulance he closed the door the medical crew was already cutting off the boys cloths. He could now see the body which for a boy was rather on the small side but he liked that. The hospital was only an hours ride away he would have plenty of time to finalize his designs. When Brian next woke up he would have a new body and a new name to go along with it.
 
Brian looked over at him and then gasped when he felt the cloth over his face. He tried to fight as best as he could but slowly he was loosing strength, his sight became blurry as he finally fainted. He remained asleep during the entire ride to the hospital plus the doctors had him sedated already so it was clearly impossible for him to wake up unless they wanted. His dream were plagued with different dreams from him being a millionaire to him being turned into a woman and fucked senseless. They took him to the hospital where the changes would start.

(sorry had no idea what else to put while he was unconscious.)
 
The room was made of stainless steel tiles fused to form a perfect cube sanitized of all microbial life. No humans hands would touch Brian’s body until the transformation was complete from teenage boy to teenage girl. The procedure began with Brian being placed on a board suspended from the walls of the chamber. Metal arms with spray nozzles slid from the roof of the medal chamber that was in fact a massive robot surgeon that Brians body was now inside of, Brian’s body was doused with a chemical agent that softened the skin giving it the supple texture of a maiden. A large clear bulb was lowered over Brian’s head a nutrient rich solution was pumped int the helmet. The solution accelerated hair growth increasing Brian’s hair from several inches to three feet of golden lochs. Brian’s body was encased in a modern iron maiden. Chemicals injected in the body that caused fat cells to accumulate in the proper places to greatly change the shape of his body.

“Is this ethical, were not just giving him a boob job were radically altering the way his body appears, perhaps even functions” Certain parts were removed with the confines of the iron maiden arts no longer needed in his new form. The procedure continued for several more hours the extent of the transformation was extreme. The damage to flesh and bones would heal the mental scars would only begin to emerge. The body was wrapped in a one piece plastic cast form fitted to every contour of the body and inflated with air to prevent movement. “I am well aware of that doctor but did not you're own psyche evaluation prove that this child was already unstable". The body was finished but a woman is not a body, is not her breast, her ass or even her vagina. The illusion would be shattered if she stumbled around like a man. Her training would now begin for her to talk and walk like a woman to become a woman.

Small electric charges were sent to the brain and the body reprogramming the way nerves and tissue would interact. He considered attempting a memory wipe but lacked the ability to reprogram the brain with new data. On the other hand the sub-dermal injector continue to infuse female hormones until Brian's brain began to operate like a females, he would begin to feel like a woman. “She will be ready by the time training will begin” Mitchim examined the board, her body was taking to the transformation better then they could have hopped. Her vitals were strong and early brain scans showed a positive reaction to the female hormones. She would not be close to fully female in her brain when she woke up ten days latter but she would be on her way. “Without the training no matter how good she looks on the outside she will just be a high class drag queen” He reviewed the training manual much of it was Pavlovian, simple reinforcement.
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On the tenth day he stood over the bed some memory loss had occurred what was gone and what remained was impossible to tell. “Beverly, Beverly are you all right” Reinforcement never refer to Brian as anything but Beverly. Mitchim held the girls hand between his own the bandages were being removed. Here eyes would have to readjust to the light of the hospital room before she would be able to see. Even now all traces of of Brian were being removed a story about a terrible car accident was being reported even now on TV's all over the hospital.

The body double that replace Brianin the car would easily pass the cursory exam that would later take place. “Can you hear me” He leaned over and brushed her cheek placing a kiss on the same cheek as if only an afterthought. Fresh cut flowers filled the room with the sweet scent of summer. A new dress lay over one of the chairs along with shoes makeup and jewelery. All the props were in place but could he convince an American teenage male he was actually a girl even if he recalled differently. He hired actors to pretend to be class mates and friends after the move he would have a few continue to e-mail and twiter her. Mitchim noticed that she was moving a little the cast began t slowly deflate this would allow Beverly greater freedom of movement. Mitchim got his first view of Beverley's body as the cast shrank into aform fiting body suit.

-no need to match the entire post length as most of it is simple the transformation-
-no problem you can only do so much with a sleeping character-
-tried to tone down the transformation don't know if its what you expected-
 
Brian began dreaming, he was on his house watching tv. A huge bong besides his bed which he smoked from time to time. Everything was going very well as he could see funny images on the tv and just laughed without any control. He slowly began to move his hair behind his ear, wait since when he had such a long hair?. Standing up he approached the mirror and he began seeing the transformation going place, he screamed and screamed as slowly the stuff from the dream began to disappear. First the bed, then the bong and the tv. Finally the mirror he used shattered into a million pieces.

Slowly she began to open her eyes, the light of the room entered her sight which made her close her eyes almost instantly. She had no idea what happened, she could barely remember anything at all. “B…Beverly…who is Beverly?” she shook her head as she slowly began to try and get used to the light on the room. She tried to move a bit but her entire body was still pretty much asleep from the changes. The bandages were being removed and instantly she notice something was wrong. “W…Who are you?” she didn’t know this man at all, she didn’t remember anything.
 
Mitchim ran his fingers through her hair as if fixing it form the massive bed head she had after a week. "You are dear, my sweet daughter Beverly" He informed her before helping her to sit up in the bed. His eyes were focused on hers but he could see her chest heave his cock already responding. It was clear sh was worse for wear when it came to her mind which was fie with him. He gave her a glass of water for her to drink, a bath and meal would not hurt her either. "You are my only daughter Beverly you were in a horrible accident with a boy named Brian"

It was just too good to pass up he did not add Brian who she actually was would be officially declared dead in a few minutes. Not that it mattered for all the world he was already dead and buried. "What is the last thing you recall" He tried to act all broken up it would not make sense for him to be too happy too soon. He had the urge to take her here and now but she needed time to heal. He did not want to cheapen to a one act play leaving her a broken shell. "I should never have let you go" He took her hands in his fake tears welling up in his eyes.
 
She shook her head, “I…I remember nothing, everything is gone I cannot even remember who you are nor I have any type of feelings towards you”. Taking the glass of water she drank from it before coughing out a bit, obviously her inner body still going through he changes. “B..Brian…” she tried to remember who he was however nothing came to mind, it was like she didn’t had a life before she woke up. However something was wrong, she felt like this wasn’t her own body. “I feel strange… like this body is Alien to me…” she closed her eyes and took an deep breath.

Her eyes finally opened up after awhile and she scanned the room around her, she was indeed in a hospital. Groaning she tried to sit down but then she noticed that she had a small tube up her vagina, her guess was that it was for when she needed to urinate. “I…I need to go to the bathroom…” she blushed at the thought of her own father watching her urinate. “C…Can you get a nurse to take this…bag out of me?” she blushed even redder as she imagined what would it be like for her to get the small tube out of her vagina.
 
He was a little disappointed, not that he wanted to see her pee but she did not trust him yet.
"of course you would need some help" Mitchim pressed the call button and sat on the edge of her bed. He looked into her eyes trying to see if Brian had elicited any kind of response from her. But the only thing he could see was fear and confusion just what he expected from a Swiss cheese mind. "You wold of course feel that way you have been unable to move for days, and i wanted to wait but you had a lot of surgeries, the accident was bad and they had to fix you up"

It was the truth to a point she had a lot of surgeries only they were all cosmetic. He smiled inwardly this was going all according to plan soon she would come home with him. The nurse arrived and dismissed him as if he was a stray dog and not the girls father. It seemed to take hours for her to Finnish. well taking the tube out would hurt a lot or so he had heard from some friends. "Well are you ready to come home in a few weeks they tell me you can go back to school"
 
She blushed as she saw the nurse shoo the man out of the room, finally able to relax she let the girl take out the tube with a bit of fighting and crying. Finally the tube was taken out and she was escorted to the bathroom where she was given time to do the basic necessities and then taken for a long shower. She could tell that there were indeed operation marks around her body however she had no idea what the operations were. Deciding to just relax she let the nurse clean her up and begin her physical therapy while on the bath. Finally after it was all over she was helped back on the bed and the iv bag changed. The bag contained a drug that would keep her weak and her mind weak for change as well.

Groaning she closed her eyes and sighed looking at the small black screen of the tv. Hearing her father go back into the room and tell her that soon she would go back to school was something she really didn't imagine. Would somebody remember her? did she had friends?. Taking a deep breath she turned on the tv and looked at the news about a kid named Brian dying in a car accident. She remembered the man saying something about a Brian being with her when she had the car accident however it was very hard to believe him. "T...Tell me about the life I have... I guess you can tell me anything since your my...father right?"
 
The nurse placed her in a wheelchair it was clear the drugs were keeping her from focusing on anything. He knelt in front of her as she asked him about her past and challenged his identity as her father "Of course i am, you are a very happy young woman with a few by dedicated friends" He placed his hands on her skin to skin contact would help them bond and make the change stick. It was not the skin to skin contact that he wanted but he had to take it slow. "You are very smart, though bad at math, you like gymnastics of course you never really had the body to go pro" He laughed her old body had the right aerodynamics for women's gymnastics but lacked the strength for men's.

"You and i are very close, after you're mothers death you told me everything, well not everything but almost" The new sadness in his eyes was all too real recalling the death of the only woman he ever loved that was not related to him. There had been other women but they soon faded. "You are very modest outside the house for me, but at home you were a wild child" He laughed she was a bit old to call her a child but he was her father after all. "I know you are straight, and besides Brian you really showed no interest in other boys" Well it was true. Brian had shown no interest in boys despite the way he looked he was very straight.
 
She looked at him as he explained everything, she had but to wonder what was true or what was faked. Her mother died which explained why she haven't seen a woman pretending to be her mother. Taking a deep breath she looked outside and at all the doctors and nurses walking around. She yawned still being a bit sleepy, her mind was still clouded by all the things she was told about her life. She felt very nervous about all of it, why she didn't remember anything?, why did this body seem so strange to her?. She finally closed her eyes and sighed, "I really have no idea if what your telling me is the truth, the fact is since I know nothing about myself believing anybody is doubtful. How would you like another person telling you about your own life?".

Taking a deep breath she turned to her side and shook her head, "I want to sleep, even though I been sleeping for god knows how long I am still a bit sleepy". She covered herself more with the blanket and looked back at her 'father' "Could you turn off the lights please?". Brian was doubtful about everything at the start, it was a quirk that persisted even at the change of body. She really didn't trust anybody right now, her mind was fuzzy which made it impossible to think straight. Groaning she closed her eyes and quickly dozed off into a long deep sleep.
 
He fought the urge to simply shake he until she did what he wanted instead he stood up to get some food. She wold have a wonderful meal when she woke salmon, wild rice, green bean's and a chocolate moose for desert. He himself subsisted of what he could find in the vending machines. He passed outside her door she seemed intent on sleeping until he either left or gave up on her. "You should know she will start having her period soon" He closed her eyes was that even possible. He knew he paid for the best but this was going a bit far "Are you sure i mean you know about the birth defect"

The woman checked her chart "You can tell her the good news then when she wakes up" Mitchim entered the room and fluffed the spare pillow he felt useless being unable to do anything. He had to respect her privacy even if he planned on getting close, especially if that was his plan. "You need to get some sleep" Mitchim found a chair and despite an epic struggle he succumbed to sleep. He had many dreams of his daughter her swimming, dancing and riding hip on with her on top. He left a few bags of food on the small TV tray thinking back to what she said. If he could not gain her trust this would have all been for nothing and he would not give up.
 
A couple of hours later she woke up and stretched her back, "Mmmm that was a nice sleep". She looked around remembering where she was and instantly she frowned, "God I hate hospitals". Noticing the man that apparently was her father asleep on a chair besides her bed, he worried enough to seemed like she cared. Looking at him made her smile, somehow she could tell that he was beginning to care about her. Looking at the food she then felt her stomach growling. Licking her lips she took the fork and began eating from the food, she was indeed very hungry.

She looked at the tv and turned it on, she began to change channels until she found some series about investigation of a crime. Finally she decided that for now she would trust what this man had to say, if he was going to trust a person he would be the one to trust. Until told otherwise she needed to trust somebody if she was going to make sense of what happened. Changing channels she found the news about the car accident and instantly turned the volume up. They said nothing about her or even hinted about another person being in the car.
 
The report indicated the car was badly damaged and that the boy in question had not been seen for several hours. They also reported his address as the last known location of the male before the accident. Mitchim woke up and cursed himself for not doing a better job with the cover up. "I am sure his friends and family are having just as much trouble accepting his death" Mitchim turned off the TV before they could interview some of Brian's real friends. "I am having some of you're girlfriends come over to the house tomorrow if you feel up to it"

Mitchim stole the mouse he had a thing for sweets and was not nearly as handsome when he was younger. "I know you don't trust me but i care about you" He took her hand again it was so hard just to sit there. But first she had to become his daughter before he could take her as a lover. "You should see you're room its so big, a four post bed, walk in closet, jacuzzi tub in the bathroom" He felt like he was trying to sell her his house so he simply sat back down in the chair. He had them bring some cloths for her to change into when she was feeling a little better.
 
She looked at him taking the remote control and turning off the tv, that alone told her that there was more of what he said. Looking at the man she pretended not to know anything about it. Looking at the food she sighed and shook her head, "I really don't like to talk to any person I really don't know". Taking a deep breath she looked at him and nodded, "can we get out of here, I want to get out of the hospitals I truly hate hospitals". That one detail was also true even when she was Brian. Smiling she sat down on the bed and nodded, "Is not that I don't trust you, is just that... all this is too much for me. Perhaps if I am back home I can feel better, watching four white walls and all these machines really creep me out".

Smiling she looked at him and nodded, "Can you talk to the Doc so I can get the hell out of here?. I really hate it in here" she sighed scratching the back of her head and yawning. "Hospitals makes me sleepy" she shook her head and stood up slowly before she checked on her body. Taking a couple of steps forward she knew that she was able to walk again, apparently the food did good to her. "See? I can walk, I will take it slowly but I just want to get out of here please?....dad?".
 
He handed her a stack of cloths all old and well worn but clean giving her new cloths would have tipped her off to something. Mitchim let her close the curtains around the bed and waited for her to get dressed. In the blank screen of the TV Mitchim could see the outline of her body he wold have to remind himself to give the good doctor a bonus. Her breast were medium size her ass rounded, her legs long and slender. He watched her shadow through the curtain in the TV as she changed, Beverly then stepped out in her cloths. “Well don't you look good” She was wearing a simple white shirt and pleated black skirt with black socks and white shoes. He signed the clipboard the doctor offered and walked his daughter to the front of the hospital. The limo was old school forties black and in better shape then most new cars. The driver opened the door for them and Mitchim waited for Beverly to get in before he followed her.

The mansion was three stories tall made of white stone cut in blocks and stacked with concrete and re-bar. The inside floor was made of black and white tiles with white walls and ceilings everything was impeccably clean. “Sir and madam dinner will be served at six” Mitchim walked he to her room deciding that was where she most likely wanted to go. The room was bathed in light from two massive glass door set into a wall covered in glass windows. The bed stood not on any side but the center of the room, a normal bed made of black wood with white sheets and blankets. “This is you’re room, well it will be I just couldn't live in the old house, I just never knew if you would ever come back” He turned around to see what she thought of the room and of her father. Kissing her on the head he closed the door to her room leaving it unlocked in case she wanted to explore the house. He had a few set designers alter the house so that it appeared as if a young girl had always lived there.
 
She smiled as she looked at the clothing and took off the gown before putting on the pair of bra, panties and clothing without thinking much about it. Who would had known that a week ago she was a he. Taking a deep breath she moved away and followed the man outside. The sun bothered her a bit but when she saw the limo she could not help but to be taken back, was this man rich beyond believe?. Shaking her head she got inside the limo and ignored the driver not really sure what to make of this. The ride was quiet, she didn't spoke at all as she looked outside. Slowly a mansion was getting on her sight and she just gasped at how beautiful it was.

She looked around the mansion until they got to her room, "Wow.... but this means that I won't have much privacy on this bedroom but it's quite beautiful". She walked inside and sat on the bed, it was very comfortable. She could see pictures around the room of people she didn't knew, they must had been her friends. She looked around and looked at the bathroom, and then sighed not really sure on what to do in this house. "I want a computer...." she told to nobody in particular, if she had a computer she could see if she had a Facebook then perhaps things could begin to go back to normal.
 
A manservant almost unseen stepped forward and retrieved a computer from a supply closet it was new. "Sorry the old one had to be thrown out, to um buggy" He handed her the computer and informed her that he father would be waiting for her in the library, yes they even had one of those. Mitchim could see her on camera a monitor hid under the massive globe in the center of the room. He had them all over the house even before he put his plan into motion. He watched her surf the web for a few hours, facebook, itunes the normal stuff a teen would do on the net.

"Make sure she stays on the grounds" He instructed the dog keeper who also looked after the horses. She would have plenty of privacy it was a little over a mile in any direction to the next inhabited house. He bought up the area and had the other houses converted for his own needs. He watched her like a god on high wondering when he could begin to train her and in time take her and maker her his. "Mae sure she is not late i don't want her thinking she runs this house"
 
She looked around the room and sighed, this was too much for her to handle. Looking up at the globe that she recognized as a camera she knew that she had no privacy on this room. When the man came in she noticed the new computer and the reason for her old one was a little bit odd. Taking a deep breath she turned on the computer and first ran a scan to see if there was a program that she didn’t like. She began deleting programs that were extra on her computer. Everything that she thought could be used as spyware would be deleted from the computer.

She scanned through Facebook and all the other social medias. Since she had no idea what the password was to her own account. Taking a deep breath she just closed the computer and walked outside, she kept her sight at all the cameras all over the house. She looked around until finally she ended up on the library. Knocking on the door her head peaked inside and sighed, “You called?”. Shaking her head she clearly didn’t like what was happening.
 
“As you may have noticed there are a number of security cameras” Mitchim pointed to a handful of the more obvious one in the room they were standing in. “I am a very wealthy man I have enemies, and by extension as my daughter so do you” It was true enough MicroTech produced the first nanocomputers. Computers built one atom at a time by super efficient computers making things like nanbots possible. Those nanites were crucial in his own side project of using Brian to create teenage daughter. “No the reason why I called you here, you have needs and I can not be there every moment” Mitchim handed her a nearly clear card “That is a Diamond card it has no limit but do show some restraint anything under a hundred K a week should be fine” His eyes fell over her quickly she was a vision youth, vitality. He handed her a set of key the card and the keys were only tools to keep track of her, the card was monitored and the car low jacked.

“Since you will use one of my cars most of the time I think one car should be sufficient for the time being” The car was parked in the garage which sat below the house part of the paranoid security measure one of the worlds richest men had to endure. It was clear he had yet to earn her trust and could not simply buy it. It was a gamble but one that could pay off in the long run “Would you like to see you're mother” he asked Beverly he was not implying she was alive that much was clear but trust took honesty and time. He did not have a great deal of either but he could work with what he had at hand. “She is actually here on the family estate” The family catacombs went back more then two hundred years to the first Mitchims. Mitchim stood up and began to walk towards the door expecting his daughter to follow. He had been going through the motions it was easy to see why she did not trust him so far.

The estate did not have carefully constructed gardens, paved paths, or artificial lake in fact it looked to have gone wild. His late wife hated to see nature cage bent to the transient trends in home and yard design. “You're mother lost her mother at a young age just like you, In fact you are named after you're grandmother” Unlike the other markers which stood above the catacombs his wife’s was very simply a cross made of twisted iron. She never tried to take her art any further then gifting her pieces to various family members and charities. “I have always wondered if you had any artistic talent but you never showed the least bit of interest” Mitchim knelt down and placed a single daisy on her grave most people though them only weeds. It was a great sacrilege this circus but after five years he was starting to loose hope. Call him a perfectionist perhaps he was even a bit anal but he chose Brian be his wife’s second Genesis.

Brian looked so much like her to begin with that he could hardly believe it at first blood tests of course prove he was a distant relation a second cousin or something. “You look so much like her” He handed her small digital picture frame a photo of his late wife displayed. What the doctors had accomplished could only be considered a miracle of science and art. There were pictures of her from near birth to her death, also on there were family pictures doctored to add Beverly. “If you wish you may eat in you're room” He turned around and left it was important to create the illusion f freedom where none existed in order to build trust. “If however you wish to join me diner will be at sixish, we are having you’re favorite, meatloaf” His wife was many things, an artist, a avid climber, a philanthropist, she was not however a world class cook and meatloaf was one of the few things she cooked well. Mitchim left Beverly alone with her thoughts.

OOC Mitchim could see her on camera, a monitor hid under the massive globe in the center of the room- the cameras are hidden – the globe houses a security monitor to viewe the cameras- it would be silly to have cameras in the open if you want to spy on people, my bad sentence – change or leave the choice is yours
 
She had no choice but to follow him, his aura was a intimidating one and clearly she was a bit afraid of him. Groaning she looked over at the grave but felt no emotion aside from the clear sadness a normal person would feel being in front of a grave. She looked at him leave and sighed her eyes scanned the gravestone and shook her head, “This is weird, I am the daughter of the richest man alive. Why the hell don’t I remember anything!”. She shook her head and cleaned the grave a bit before placing the flower on top of it. She also wondered if she had some sort of artistic ability, there was no way to know that for sure. She did liked music, over all rock music.

Walking back to the main state she decided that for now she had to believe anything and everything this man said. For now things were making sense for her, she walked back and decided to go explore the huge mansion. She found some locked doors which made her unable to enter but she guessed it must belonged to the maids and stuff. Leaving those room alone she continued to investigate until she stumbled across a room, it was very cozy and clearly had a calm aura to it. There was a bit piano in the middle of the room. She walked inside and began looking around, however her sights always ended up on the piano.

She sighed sitting on the pianos chair and opening up the cover for the keys. Looking at the piano made her smile, somehow it felt natural for her to be around music. She started playing, not really sure what she was playing however she just let her mind take her away. Before she even knew it there was a wonderful song being played on the piano. The song was soft and it clearly was something from her past, however what? She had no idea she just liked playing it and hearing it. Her eyes closed as she played the song, not really knowing where the song came from she just liked it and it made her feel comfortable.

Little did she knew that was the very same song Brian’s mother often played on the piano, she had seen a lot of family videos when she was back at Brian that showed her mother playing that song. Somehow the tune got stuck with him even though all the rest of the memories were blank. Tears began to flow down her cheek as she continued playing really loosing herself in the song and loosing the time she were there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qg8bNF8VzY
 
Mitchim spent his time in the study trying to decide how to earn the girls trust when he hear his wife's piano playing. From his study he knew the song and what it meant the girl who had once been Brian. Slowly he walked to the room and placed his ear to the door. He could here the keys being plaid as well as gentle sobbing. A butler handed him two drinks and silently he opened the door and sat next to his daughter on the bench. "Sorry did not mean to disturb you" He offered her the can of tea taking his own her unscrewed the top and took a sip. It was not drugged if that was what she was afraid of slowly he offered her his own bottle.

"You need to trust me sooner or latter" He began to play the song she had just stopped playing. He had many talents even if his skills as a musician were not world glass he could get by. "You're mom played that for you, she like to fool around" He placed his hand on her back She looked so frail as if she would be blown over by a strong gust of wind. He placed his other hand on her back and kissed her on the head. He continued to play the song waiting for her to join in. "She always loved to play in the morning she would say, Micheal i cant start a day without five minutes of music"
 
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