The alarm on my watch went off. I thought of the character window, and it appeared.

I stepped into the circle I had marked on the floor with cloth tape. "I should be back next weekend." I say to the women in front of me, and with the thought of wanting to be back in my bathroom, I found myself there. I took the outfit off, and hung it on the drying rack. I then put on the clothes I had left in here four days ago, and opened the character window again.

I changed to preset 1, which is what I looked like before the weekend. I selected the age modifier, moved it to zero, I mean I don't want to get older than I should, and all the other presets had it at zero. Then I touched the button labeled 'keep healthy'; then touched the 'save changes, and apply preset' button.

The clothes that were loose, and coarse instantly felt right, and broken in. As I left the house and walked to my car, I felt the pain in my joints ease, and disappear; my eyesight became clearer, something I had only noticed because of the black haired beauty I had been all weekend. By the time I arrived at work, I felt young again, and was even breathing better.

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"Should we prepare new clothes for her?" One of the Oracle Knights ask aloud.

The other two nod in agreement, the youngest walks over to a terminal, and in a few moments is looking at the University database holding the information on Oracle Korvall. The woman quickly memorized her measurements, and then noticed there was an update to her blood tests, and opened it.

"She is immune to gravarium poisoning." The woman said aloud. "And the Spanish flu, and bubonic plague." She then began scrolling through the document. "Her blood is immune to every known bacteria, virus, and poison." She said turning the terminal off. The others heard her, and decided to say nothing.

"Alright, we need to verify her budget, and we need at least seven outfits for formal, and daily wear, another two night gowns, and some athletic and casual wear." The three women split up, seeming to know who needed to complete which tasks without further comment.

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I pulled back into the driveway, shifted the forty year old car into neutral, and set the parking brake. And then, just sat there for a moment, before getting out.

I knew I was in trouble when I heard my front door open.

"Dad!" Tabitha yelled at me, while holding the white shirt an black vest I had taken off in the morning. "We need to talk."

"Inside, Tabby." She nodded at my remark, and rushed back inside.

I slouched, not really knowing how to explain this to her. I've never lied to her. I closed the door behind me, and looked at the daughter my wife had brought to our marriage. She was six when I met her, and would be twenty-four in February.

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"I want to meet her." She says, shaking the shirt at me.

"You have been the only woman in my life since your mom passed." I told her, truthfully.

"And that's exactly why I want to meet her Dad! You deserve to be happy, you haven't dated since Mom's accident. Dad, I was eight, when we lost her. I know you aren't trying to replace her, but I want to make sure she isn't cat-fishing you or something."

"Sit down." I motioned to my couch, and Tabby sat down, still holding a death-grip on the blouse and vest in her hand. I reached out for it, and she handed it to me. "Wait here." She looked like she was about to argue, so I did something I hadn't done since she turned eighteen; I shouted her full name. "Tabitha LeAnn Korvall!" She sat wide eyed at me. "Wait here." She nodded.

I walked back into the bathroom, and changed into Jessie, then put on the outfit as I had been wearing it, including the chain; and walked back into the living room.

Tabitha stood up as I walked into the room. "Where is Dad?" She asks

"Sit your happy ass down, Tabby." She sits down, and I sit across from her.

"You look like my sister." She says. "Mom's eyes, Dad's mouth. I know mom died before I got a sibling, so who are you?"

"I'm your dad." I quickly hold my hand up when she looks to interrupt me. "I have a long story, and then I will prove what I am saying. I've never lied to you, and I don't intend to start now."

I open the character window, and notice the measurements for the blonde preset number four are the same for the one I am currently using. I then tell Tabby everything. I even hand her the documents on replicating the experiment. Finally I change my appearance in front of her, then change it back.

"Okay, your turn dear." I turn the conversation over to her, as I have always done.

"You want me to take credit for this?" She asks, holding up the novel-thick proof for Higgs Boson. Along with the experiment to prove it.

"Yes. I don't want that much attention, if you want to give me any credit, put my name as a coauthor."

She sets the stack of papers back on the coffee table.

"How do you plan on dealing with going back and forth?"

"I don't know yet." I answer honestly. "I am treated as a child over there, and then there is the whole religion issue; and I am basically set up as their leader, while still being treated as a child. I am honestly thinking of going to another dimension, and seeing if I can learn something that could benefit us and them. But I promised to go back next weekend."

Tabitha nodded. "What about this." She pointed at me, while making a circle with her finger. "Do you have paperwork for IDs?"

"Didn't think about getting an ID for this form." I answer.

"You have a month of vacation built up, right. Tell your boss a family emergency came up, and you need it."

"Why?"

"Because you are getting an ID for this girl. It's a bit weird, honestly, but I want to show off a little sister." She then smiles. "So how about Mom's name for the ID?"

Well shit. I am not going to change her mind now.

"No. Your mom and I had decided on a name if we were to have a daughter." Tabby seemed surprised at hearing this. "Charlotte wanted her daughter named Sierra Marie."

"Dad, can I call you sis when you look like this then?"

When I nod, my daughter jumps over the coffee table and hugs me. I didn't know her grip was this strong, or that she didn't care about her knees still on the table.

"Thanks for everything, Dad." I hear in my ear, she is crying. She pulls herself away from me, and wipes her eyes. "You are coming over for dinner." I go to argue, and it's her turn to silence me.

"Right now, you are my little sister, not my dad. Sierra Korvall, you are coming over for dinner, and we are going to work on a story that could be somewhat believable."

She wouldn't even let me get changed, she drug me out my back door, across the yard, and into the back door of the house she now shares with her husband Brian. It will be a long night.