[ WP ] Write from the perspective of a cloned person .

*This is my first attempt at writing a story in English, it's not my mother tongue and I'm not very good at grammar rules so please have mercy. * 
 
 I was lying down on a pool of liquid in a bright room when I came to my senses. I was alone and as far as I see it was a surgery room. I could n't move my head as it was tied down so I tried to look down to see what's around but two things were blocking my sight. Two large curvy things. 
 My mind stopped for a second, then... 
 
 
 
 `` BREASTS? WHY DO I HAVE BREASTS FOR F*** SAKE?'' I yelled with all my breath running out from my lungs. I was a man so why was I had breasts? Or was I? I fearfully tried to reach between my legs, luckily my arms were n't restrained, at least not enough to block me to reach my crotch. I examined my crotch, there was nothing. I just lost it `` OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? WHERE'S MY DICK? WHERE AM I? WHERE ARE YOU F***?'' I was yelling and screaming curses all around. My voice was so loud but it was so thin at the moment I was sure it was vibrating any equipments lying around. Just as I stopped to catch my breath I heard a door opened then I heard footsteps coming close to me. Very familar voice talked, `` So, this is how I look as a female. I'm surprised that I look that good'' he was me! I mean he was me before I was lying here. I could n't grasp the situation for a minute. I opened my mouth to ask something but I could n't decide where to begin. He looked at me with compassion then said `` Be calm, I know -sorry- I assume that it's a very frightening situation for you. Let me try to explain you, you're my clone. You have my conscious and I think all of my memories but as you're aware you're a woman. Very beautiful one if I might say.'' he winked at me. 
 
 
 I only managed to say `` Why? Why did you-I do this?''. `` Oh'' he said `` so you do n't remember everything, sorry for that. Remember that bet we, well I mean I, got into with Charles from the physics department? No? I bet $ 1.500.000 of my funding against his about that I can perfectly clone myself as a female. This is why you're lying here.'' I yelled `` WHAT? A BET? How the hell am I supposed to live like this?'' he answered `` Well you're not supposed to. You do n't remember this as well but currently a clone's life is approximately five to ten hours. If you're lucky you may see the eleventh and it'll be a record but do n't worry I wo n't let myself feel any pain. When your lifesigns start to drop I'll inject very powerful sedatives and chemicals to you so you'll fall into a blissful sleep.'' 
 
 
 That was too much, all the power I have was like drained from my body. I knew arguing or fighting would n't change anything. I never knew or realized how much of a psycho I have become and now I was facing the consequences. I calmly asked `` well, what are you going to do with that extra $ 1.500.000?'' he caressed my hair and answered `` I'll make you again but that time you'll be healthy enough to live long enough to accompany me until my death. You know that I always wanted a sister like me, a scientist. Like in that videogame we played as a kid!''. I said `` Then you're sacrificing me to create a better me. I can tell you that it's not going to work because I'm all freaked out about being a woman. How are you going to create yourself as a woman?'' he smiled `` it's a wibbley wobbley sciency stuff. I'll ask one of my brilliant colleagues to share female parts of her mind to combine with mine. We may have to alter some memories but I'm sure we can manage it. Hey, I've got an idea! I'm going to get someone right now to record your memories so we may use them. It'll be like you fell asleep here then woke up! I'll be back in half hour!'' 
 
 
 I was going to argue with him about how it was n't going to work or I was n't going to be that *new* person but I knew myself enough. He was n't going to listen to a reason when he was excited. I cursed at myself lying there as I did n't develop enough sense in my lifetime to realize how half hour is important to a person who'll likely die in five hours...
