Life 2.0: mostly sweet short M2F TG stories

The Gift

She saw the questions in his eyes and pulled a small device out of her pocketbook. It looked like an oversized iPhone14 only twice as thick, and had a six-foot cable connected to it that split into several more wires with small electrodes attached on the ends.

"I've been working on this for eight years, Dad. This device holds recordings of my memories of all of those things. It can play them back for you. You will, for all intents and purposes, live those days as me. Everything I saw, everything I could smell, what I could feel, taste and hear, all of it Dad, it will be just like you were me. All of those special moments are here; it's my gift to you. Will you take it?"

Her father looked at her with tears gushing from his eyes.

"Those are your memories . . . . private, personal."

"Yes, and I wouldn't share them with anyone else; and when you are done with them, I'm destroying this device. But I want you to have them, Dad. I can't give you your own, but I can share mine. Please!"

Her father closed his eyes.

"Yes. I would like that very much."

Melissa began to attach the electrodes to his temples.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded.

"Yes."

She pushed a button, watched the panel on the device, and the data began to transfer.

It fed years of memories to his brain at a high speed. The whole thing would only take about twenty minutes to run, yet he would perceive them as though they were full days. His brain would receive and accept them as though they were his own memories being recalled, remembered.

It started with one of her earliest memories. The day she and her parents had gone to a lake and she had learned to swim. She still remembered the cute little one-piece swimsuit, with its little-ruffled skirt.

She knew her father was feeling her memories of him and her mother, and wondered how that would feel for him, to see himself through her loving eyes.

The next day was the day her mother had "the talk" with her about the birds and the bees.

She laughed as she remembered being totally grossed out by the thought of sex. The man puts What, Where? Eww! She didn't think she had ever been so wrong in her life.

Well, maybe the next day on the recording, which was the day she found out that her breasts were growing.

She was lying in bed, and her chest was itchy. She had scratched them lightly and realized there was a hard nodule under both nipples. She had heard horror stories about women finding nodules in their breasts and having breast cancer, so she ran to her mother in a panic.

"Mom I've got lumps. I've got breast cancer!"

Her mother had tried not to laugh.

"I think that's just your breasts coming in dear, but we will make an appointment with your doctor to make sure."

The next memory was of her first period. She had actually forgotten most of the details of that day until the machine had pulled the memories out of her own mind.

He dad lay there and experienced the memory as if it were his own, remembering, waking up in the morning, and going into the bathroom as usual, and noticed the spotting in her panties.

Her mother had been very candid about her first period long before it happened, so when it occurred, she was prepared.

She knew her dad was now understanding what it was like to experience that first period and the cramps that came along with it.

There were several other memories of her that were being transferred, memories from early high school, including early crushes.

She blushed as she looked at the console and realized her father was currently living through the day she discovered masturbation and had her first pleasurable experience like that.

He then experiences her first real dates, homecoming dances, winter formal, prom, and finally her first sexual partner.

She hadn't held back any of those things.

She saw that he had just met Bob, and was going through several of their early dates, the day he asked her to marry him, and the wedding.

Again she wondered how her father felt experiencing her memories as his own, this time, remembering the beautiful princess cut wedding dress with the five-foot train and looking at himself walking her down the aisle.

The last memory was the birth of her son and every push, pain, and emotion of that day.

A few moments later, the machine beeped to indicate the memory transfers had completed.

Her father opened his eyes; the look he gave her was one she would remember for the rest of her life.

For the first time in his life, she saw a peace and contentment within his beautiful eyes that she had never seen before. The itch had been scratched, and she saw perfect bliss.

"Thank you, Melissa. I love you."

Her father survived through the weekend and was fairly alert on Saturday when the boys were able to visit. On Sunday evening he slipped into a coma and passed away during the night.

Once the minister finished his prayers at the grave site, Melissa dropped a rose and her memory device into his coffin.

When she returned to work the following week, the project supervisor at the research facility asked her about her latest progress on the memory transfer device. They had hired her twelve months ago, specifically for the device, which she had already been working on for nearly seven years. They had given her space to work and access to equipment and technology she otherwise would have never had.

She reached across the workbench and showed them a set of burned out circuits. She told them that the latest test had failed; she would have to go back to the drawing board on the design but expected complete success in the very near future.