"Your new name," the letter read, "is Jenny Ann Rosch. You are twenty one years old. Six months ago, you gave birth to..."
Jon stopped reading, flipped through the other pages. Twenty one? With a kid? And a baby, at that? Was he expected to look after the infant on his own? There was no mention of a father anywhere in the brief -- which, in one way, was a relief -- but, in another, it was terrible. He had no idea how to take care of a child, let alone one so young.
Cringing, he went back to the first page. The letter explained that all new identification would be provided for him, in Jenny's name, and that he was no longer to answer to his old one. He was also expected to dress and act like a single mother at all times, using the clothing provided in the house, as well as other objects in the box. FemCorp representatives would be watching through hidden cameras and microphones to ensure his compliance.
At least he wouldn't have to worry about money.
Jon was about to go through the rest of the box, when an odd thought came to him. If he had a child, where was he or she? Somewhere else in the house? While Jon was still basically a kid himself, the idea of a baby all alone struck a chord with him. Better to check on that first, he thought, getting up.
