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This is a branch or fan fiction from my book Adrian - The Saga of Adrianne. I hope you can enjoy it for what it is without reading the book.

Prologue

My name is Adrian Turner and I’m thirteen. I’ve lived my whole life in Los Angeles California. I have what you call an eidetic memory or I did—it’s been slowly fading away for the last three years.

What’s an eidetic memory? It means I’m able to remember things to the tiniest detail. It’s like I can take a photo of anything with my mind. Sort of like a phone and it sucks that I can’t do it anymore.

I can draw photorealistic pictures of anything I see but that’s mostly a gift from my mom, she’s really good a drawing too.

I’m also really good with time, like scary good. Most of the time I can tell you what time it is without even looking at my phone. That’s started fading away too. Sometimes I’ll lose my sense of time completely. It’s usually followed by these weird visions.

It’s like all of these things in my life that make me special are drifting away. It’s horrifying.

I’m also transgender. Being transgender isn’t exactly what I would call pleasant. Your brain is constantly screaming at you that you need to be a certain way.

I recently told my parents, my two best friends Scott and Anne, and the rest of my family that came to visit. My cousin Claire has been so awesome.

Today is Black Friday. Yesterday was extremely complicated. I had a fight with my mom and had a heart to heart with my dad. My grandma told me last night that she was going to buy me the “Right” clothes while she’s visiting from Oregan.

You’re all caught up on my life now. I can’t wait to finally get my own girls clothes.

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Off Time
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07:15 Nov 23
The door to my room squeaked open, and my mom peeked into the room. “Hey, Sweetie,” she said.

She slowly walked into the room, casually saying, “You won’t be getting girl clothes this weekend.”

I was so wrought with emotion I couldn't say anything. I could feel the tears inching down the sides of my face.

She got to the bed and sat next to me, and for some reason, I couldn't move. She leaned toward me. “This whole girl thing you want,” she put
her elbow over my chest and viciously spat, “NOT. GONNA. HAPPEN!”

I screamed, pushing off my mother's arm and ran to the door, except there was no door. I was trapped. I ran to the other side of the room, but
something grabbed my foot, and I fell.

I awoke on the bean bag with a very unhappy Claire and Aunt Gabby screaming at me, “GET OFF!”

I wasn’t sure what was happening or why I was on top of my Aunt and Cousin, but my mother had scared the hell out of me. I immediately started crying and struggled to get off them. Eventually, with everyone wiggling, I was able to remove myself.

Claire said, “What the heck, Adrian!”

Aunt Gabby stared at me for a moment.

“Why di-”

Aunt Gabby shushed Claire.

I frantically looked around the room for Mom, but didn't see her anywhere. I did see Anne sitting on my bed, staring at me.

“Where did she go?!” I said in a panic.

My aunt touched my shoulder and asked, “Who, Adrian? Who?”

“Mom, she was holding me down and yelling at m…” I couldn't finish the sentence and broke into sobs.

“Adrian, it was a nightmare. I've been awake for at least twenty minutes, and your mom hasn’t even been up here.” She rubbed my back.

A part of me couldn’t believe her, but another rational part knew what she was saying was true. The irrational part took over, and I grabbed her and continued my sobfest into her side.

Anne must have come down from the bed because she was magically right next to me. Then I watched as Claire got up, disappeared, and then reappeared five feet away. I was having time disassociation problems again. Shit.
I rummaged through my pockets looking for my phone. It wasn’t there. I lept to my feet, ran to my bed, and began my search. Under several layers of bedding, I found it and turned it on. The time said, 'Oh Seven Fifteen.’ I sat there staring at my phone, waiting for the minute to change to Sixteen.

“What is he doing?” Claire asked.

“When Adrian was young, he had problems with the dissociation of time. It started after the eidetic memory thing went away. He gets these visions or whatever,” Aunt Gabby replied.

I was trying to focus on the time, but all the while, in the back of my head, I was screaming, SHE, NOT HE!

I let it go for my sanity’s sake.

A screeching sound pierced my ears so I covered them.

***
07:24 23 Nov

The screen on my phone went blank and I quickly turned it back on. The time said 'Oh Seven Twenty-Four’. *What? The time changed?*

I turned around and my aunt, Claire, and Anne were gone.

“Shit!” I cursed. “It’s not happening again, please no!” I rocked back and forth saying, “It’s not real, It’s not real, It’s not real.”

My ears started ringing a long piercing sound. I slapped at my ears to try and get the sound to stop. It wouldn’t go away.

I held up my phone and closed my eyes seconds before I turned it on. I opened them back up and looked at the clock the phone still said 'Oh Seven Twenty-Four’.

I started to panic. This had never happened before. I usually just had a vision and then came back. The ringing quickly subsided, *Shit, Shit!* I thought.

My room looked different.

I looked back down at my phone and the time flipped over to ‘Oh Seven Twenty-Five' I didn't understand. *How could I still be here?*

I hopped off of bed, only, it wasn't my bed. In fact, all of the stuff in this room wasn't mine.

I heard someone coming up the stairs and didn't know what to do. Was this even my home?

A young girl a few years younger than me came up the stairs.

"Adrian, there you are." She didn't look happy. Seeing that I wasn't moving she walked over to me and grabbed one of my hands. "Come on, Mom says we're going home."

It took about three full seconds for me to realize I was actually in a dress. "What?!" I screeched. I threw off her hand, ran downstairs, ran directly into the bathroom, and locked the door.

The bathroom was similar but somehow different. I leaned against the bathroom door too scared to step in front of the mirror. I pulled my dress up against my body and looked down at my feet. I had girls shoes on, as I let the dress go back to normal I realized that I had nail polish on my fingers too. My fingernails were painted a pale green, they were beautiful.

I took a quick swallow, draining my mouth of accumulated saliva, closed my eyes and stepped in front of the mirror.

When I opened my eyes a girl stood before me that looked a lot like me and a little like Claire. My long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a few strands of hair were loose leaving a few strands of curly hair to frame my face. I looked good. *This is what I would look like as a girl.* I realized.

I checked my private area and I no longer had a, well, what boys have. I was a hundred percent a girl now, I didn't know what to think. Was this really happening?

I heard a knocking at the door and quickly turned my head looking at it. My ponytail flung onto my shoulder and I felt really cute for a moment.

I looked back at the mirror more closely this time, and my eyes were still green. I looked so thin but was still around the same height.

I tried to take a mind capture of this moment and absolutely nothing happened. Where normally an image of the capture would come up then fade, this time nothing happened at all like I never had an Eidetic memory. This was all too much for my small brain and I fell down, fainted.

***
07:43 23 Nov

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes were several familiar people standing over me. Mom, Dad, Uncle Sam, and that girl from earlier were there. *Uncle Sam?!* I mentally screamed. I quickly sat up which was a mistake because my head decided to send searing pain signals to my brain. I did my best to ignore them and get a good look at Uncle Sam. He looked a few years older than I remembered him but it was him. I grabbed onto him and pulled him into a hug, he had to brace himself so I didn’t pull him down. I missed him so much but how was he alive?

I positioned my mouth near his ear and whispered, “I found your secret room.”

I backed up looking him in the eyes and his eyes went wide in realization. “You always were a clever one,” he whispered back with a grin on his face.

I realized I was still in the bathroom and still in a dress. I knew I was still wearing a dress because my legs were cold. The dress had somehow hiked itself up so my thighs were showing, I quickly pulled it down. Uncle Sam helped me up, well, I wouldn’t call it helping me up, it was more like he stood up and I hitched a ride. He had an arm around my waist, and let go of me so I landed on my feet.

Mom pulled me over to her and looked me over to make sure I wasn’t hurt. She hadn't done that since I was a young kid, I felt kind of weird almost pampered.

“Sweetie are you ok?” Mom asked. She gave me another once over, “You were passed out and…” I could see her starting to tear up.

“I’m ok Mom,” I said quickly. I touched my neck in surprise, my voice felt weird, somehow tighter and higher pitched.

“She looks ok,” Dad said.

I looked up at him and he looked different, he had a beard. That was weird because he almost never had a beard. I walked over to him and he kneeled down and picked me up. I felt so small.

I ran my fingers through his beard. “I thought you hated beards Dad?” I asked. He looked at me surprised as if I had discovered his secret. *What the hell is going on?!* I thought. It was really weird seeing things from their point of view, they were all so tall.

Instead of replying to me Dad turned to Uncle Sam and said, “Thanks for having us over Sam.” Dad tried to shift me to his other hand but I was too big, so he set me down and reached out a hand towards my uncle.

They shook hands.

Mom stood up, looked at my uncle Sam and opened her arms up for a hug. They embraced each other for a quick moment and then let go. She kissed him on the cheek and rubbed away the lipstick mark that she left there.

Mom then turned to Dad and me. She reached out a hand and caressed my cheek.

“Daddy pick me up!” the little girl chirped at my Dad. *Who is she?* I wondered.

Dad picked her up easily. She was much smaller than me and I didn’t think dad would have a problem holding her. I wasn’t so sure how I felt about sharing my parents with another kid. It felt alien to me, especially since I didn’t know who the heck she was. Or who I was actually.

My head suddenly started hurting so I grabbed at it and screeched.

***
07:44 23 Nov

I thought the pain might have something to do with whatever brought me here but it turned out it was an injury from when I fainted earlier.

You know when you get a head injury and people tell you not to go to sleep and then you start feeling sleepy. Yeah well that’s what my brain was trying to do to me but I wasn’t having any of its crap. At least that’s what I kept telling myself as I was starting to nod off while we were driving in the car.

***
07:59 23 Nov

I wasn’t sure where we were going, which was a pretty big deal for me, especially since this whole riding in the back seat was really starting to threaten my consciousness.

“Where are we going?” I braved to ask.

“Back to the condo sweetie.” Mom replied.

This place felt so right yet so wrong. My new anatomy was something of a huge relief on my mind. In fact I didn’t feel body dysphoria at all which was a little disturbing in itself. It was disturbing because I’ve lived my whole life with this little itch that just couldn’t be scratched and suddenly it’s like there was no itch at all. It felt like some part of me was missing.

Not to mention the complete lack of Eidetic memory or lack of side effects from its departure. Back when I was in my own dimension or universe, *Yeah I watch The Flash. Maybe I should call home Earth one?* being able to capture, or in my case not capture images, felt like I had this camera stuck in my mind but here it was like that camera was gone and I didn’t have access to it at all. Which was again disturbing.

I tired of thinking of my body issues so I turned my attention to My parents. They were different from before and yet somehow the same. Dad adamantly shaved his beard every day back on my world, it was almost like he was more laid back here. Mom seemed more ‘motherly’ which is the only way I could describe it. I mean she asked us at least three times if I was feeling ok since we left.

This whole having a little ‘sister’ was another thing all in itself. I don’t remember ever having to share anything with anyone. I mean I would share things with Anne and Scott but they were my best friends and I always wanted them to feel welcome or whatever. But this little girl sitting next to me was something of a mystery to me.

I mean she wasn’t bad unless you called making faces at me bad. Something she had been doing since we left the house. I didn’t bother giving her the satisfaction of a response.

I had an idea. I checked my phone which didn’t have a password and wasn’t an android phone anymore either. I went through the contacts and didn’t know anyone in the list.

I remembered Scott and Anne’s numbers so I added them as contacts. I set up a group chat sent them a message.

ME: hey Scott, Anne?

I stared out the window waiting for a reply. I felt movement and looked over at the little girl. She was reaching for me with a sad look on her face. I had no idea what she wanted.

“Aaaa-drreeee-annnn!” she screeched.

Mom turned back and said, “What is it honey?” She was talking to the kid.

“Adrian’s ignoring me!” Her face got all pouty as she crossed her arms.

Mom looked at me, I shrugged at her and swapped my gaze to outside again.

Ding. I checked the phone purposefully ignoring Mom and the kid.

ANNE: who’s this?

*What do you mean who’s this?* I thought.

ME: its me Adrian
ANNE: i don’t know an Adrian
ME: haha funny srsly hru?
ANNE: srsly I don’t know an Adrian
ME: you are Anne right?
ANNE: yes…
ME: i’m Adrian your best friend?

*What game is she playing?* I didn’t like it.

ANNE: uhm
ME: we grw up at the apartments off Janice blvd?
ANNE: ya but I don’t remember an Adrian sorry

“Mom!” I screeched. I really wasn’t used to this new voice.

She turned around and asked, “Hmm?”

“You remember Anne right?”

‘Who?”

Shit.

***
08:15 23 Nov

I couldn’t stop crying. Mom and Dad were either playing a really bad joke on me or they really didn’t know who Anne and Scott were.

Scott never responded to my text which made it worse.

Wait. I had another idea. I opened up instagram and looked up Scott Gates. None of the people that showed up looked like Scott. Shit.

I decided a second Avenue of attack was in order.

ME: do u kno a Scott?
ANNE: no?

Was he gone? Bleeped out of existence? No, that’s not how dimensions and stuff like that work. At least on TV. *Maybe he never existed in this world?*

Scott and Anne didn’t even know me here. Did I even live over at the apartment’s in this world? Mom told me the story of why we lived there. It had something to do with proving to her Mom that she could make it on her own. We lived there the first seven years of my life and mom lived there a few years before that too.

*What event in the past could have changed all of this?*

***
08:20 23 Nov

At a stop light Dad turned around and asked, “What do you want to do today kids?”

I didn’t answer I’d seen most of what LA had to offer having lived here all my life.

What was really on my mind was, “Where is the ‘Adrian’ who was previously controlling this body?” Not only that, I wondered why I didn’t have her memories and still had mine. Was my brain somehow swapped because as far as I knew our exper--

“Adrian?” Mom interrupted my thoughts.

“Hmm?” I said as I turned to look at her.

“Where do you want to go today?”

Where I wanted to go was meet with Anne and Scott to figure all of this out. “I don’t know.” is what came out though.

Mom looked at me as if I had just turned into a goat.

“Let’s go to Disneyland!” The munchkin next to me enthusiastically suggested.

“Morgan, we talked about this. We don’t have the time to go there.”

So apparently my ‘sisters’ name was Morgan. Mom from my world chose that same name for my sister that was stillborn.

When Mom was pregnant with Morgan Grandma and her settled whatever differences they had. Grandma owned uncle Sam’s house and insisted that Sam move out so that our family could have a family home. Uncle Sam didn’t mind, I think he was lonely in that big house, he and Mom were close which made the transition easy. Uncle Sam stayed with us for a while until he moved to Grandma’s hometown in Ohio.

Ohio was where the headquarters for Mom’s shoe business was, at least until she moved it to LA.

After Mom had Morgan and everyone found out that she was stillborn Mom went into a deep depression. I was about seven or eight years old and that’s when Mom threw most of her focus into the business. She still made time for me but she was so busy that I didn’t see her all that often.

Dad took over then and became Mr. Mom. He worked from home for a few years until I was old enough to stay home alone. He’s a programmer and it’s the reason why I’m interested in programming. Even Scott was impressed by his programming stories and was interested in it as well.

None of this seemed to matter now though. It was like I lost my history.

My parents weren’t religious and didn’t raise me to be religious but I used to beg god to make me a girl. Sometimes I would wish that I could find a magic lamp and a genie would grant me wishes. My number one wish would be that I was born a girl. I didn’t realize what I might lose though.

I looked down at my phone and began to cry. The thought of never seeing Scott or Anne again was devastating.

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Thanks for reading! This is a fanfiction of fanfiction so you can fanfiction while you read fanfiction. There's more to this but I figured what would a trans person do if they got everything they ever wanted? Would there be consequences to getting what they want? I hope you enjoy this installment.