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Tales Of Dinjarr: Somewhere In Time By Cabinessence It is strange how the web has allowed us to become voyeurs into other people's lives, people we would normally never meet face to face. How that those with even the vaguest knowledge of HTML are allowed to bare their souls online to the rest of humanity. Sometimes I have felt that downloading the misery of others has provided me with a sort of catharsis in my own life. Perhaps if Andy Warhol were still alive he would say that in the future everyone would be granted their 15 MB of fame. The Internet gives credence to the hope that two lost and lonely souls searching for happiness could somehow be brought together through the graces of Yahoo! . It was on such a quest as this, one night about two months ago, that brought me to Vicki's home page. I don't know what I was actually looking for that night, but I knew inside my soul that she was my Holy Grail. But then just a little less than three weeks ago, her page suddenly disappeared. Ever since that night, I have kept on double clicking in vain on her address for one final glimpse into her lost life, one last glance at her beautiful smile. Instead I get a standard message to change my bookmarks; that this page no longer exists. I really do know the reason why this page doesn't exist anymore, I just don't want to accept it. I had sent an inquiry to Geocities to find out what had happened. They said the page was taken down on request of the family because the owner was deceased. Yet I still keep double clicking on that bookmark hoping that in someway I could resurrect the dead through the wonders of technology, undelete her existence. But all of my efforts have so far been in vain, her applets have moved on to a more ethereal platform. At least I had the forethought to download some of her pictures onto my hard drive. One picture in particular stands out in my mind. It was a picture of Vicki clad in only a skimpy leopard skin bikini, her raven tresses cascading down her shoulders, smiling at all of those that dared venture into her lair. She was emulating the technological siren trying to finally ensnare her own true love into her web. This is a picture that is forever enshrined inside my mind's own hall of memories. But I do regret that I have forever lost her words, laid out in such an eloquent feminine font, that went along aside the pictures revealing the sorrow behind that smile. Her web site was fashioned in the theme of her favorite movie, "Somewhere In Time". The plot to this movie was how Christopher Reeve in the present saw a picture of Jane Seymour from 1912 and fell madly in love with her. He was then able to find a way to go back in time to join her and persuades her to fall in love with him. However he is soon suddenly returned once again to the present. At the end of the movie, however they were once again reunited. But here at the end of her own story, Vicki still hadn't found her one true love. She had already been married three times to men who had either deserted her, beat her, or just plain cheated on her. Perhaps it was the fact that she worked as stripper, or to be politically correct as an erotic dance specialist, that she seemed to attract men who very frequently confused romance and lust Two weeks after first venturing onto her site, I remember reading in her diary section that she thought she had finally found the love of her life. But soon after they were married, her dream quickly turned into a nightmare. She wouldn't reveal any of the details, but from her next few postings I could figure out that the marriage was abruptly over and that she had been hurt very badly. One night I gathered up enough courage to email her to say that I was sorry that her marriage had broken up and that how after all the sorrow she had encountered in her life, that she truly deserved to finally be happy. My own personal fantasy was that she would be happy with me, but even these slim hopes were soon dashed when she replied " Thank you for your interest in my life. I'm still working on that happy ending, but right now I don't believe it would be with a man. It would be so much sweeter to leave this world in the arms of a true love, but I don't know if that will ever happen. Sometimes I feel that maybe I should just give up hoping that it ever would happen. " The first time I read this, I had to put down my glasses and start to cry. It was a futile fantasy to believe that I, your typical generic computer geek type, could ever score with a beautiful stripper, even with one well versed in Netscape Gold and with an IQ that well exceeded her bust size. But maybe if I had been given some small chance, I could have prevented this tragedy. Maybe if I had been there I could have stopped her from killing herself or allowing her to be killed by someone else. I keep rereading her email to me looking for some kind of hint as to what I could have possibly done. Once I did smile for a moment from the thought that "Email From A Dead Woman" would make a great Hitchcockian thriller. Then the smile then went away as I remembered that Hitchcock was also dead. One night I decided I needed a long break from my web surfing seances. I looked up at the sky, the stars were certainly bright tonight. I remembered my mother telling me when I was a boy to make a wish upon a star. Oh if only a mere wish would be enough to bring Vicki back. I looked up at them twinkling up there and they looked so far away. Any thought, any wish I were to make tonight would, even at warp speed, take so long to reach them that it all seemed so futile. Besides who believed in wishes anyway? Like a friend of mine once said, if wishes were horses we'd all be up to our necks in horseshit. As I walked by the alley near my apartment house, I noticed something on the ground reflecting back the starlight into the lenses of my eyeglasses. I walked on over and noticed that there was some kind of shiny metal object wedged below one of the dumpsters. I reached down and picked it up. It was very dirty, but it seemed to be some sort of an old antique lamp. Looking at it in the inadequate streetlight, I felt that maybe with a little polish it might make an excellent planter. So I decided to take it back up to my apartment. I got out the brass polish that I had bought a while ago to use on some candlesticks. I had purchased them months ago in the hope of a romantic tryst with a secretary at work. However, it was only my feelings that wound up getting burned. Still, the polish wouldn't go to waste. As I started to rub, the lamp suddenly began to shake in my hand. I could not hold onto any longer and it fell to the floor. Smoke came out of it and soon a beautiful blonde woman in a harem outfit materialized. She had a big smile and very big tits. "Thank you for freeing me master. My name is Scheherazade and for freeing me, I am here to grant all of your wishes." "Yeah right. This is all I need now, a hallucination. Oh, I wish I had a drink right now." She tugged on her ear and a glass of water appeared in my hand. "I meant something harder." She tugged again, and the water in the glass froze. "Very funny." "Is that not what you asked for master?" She said smiling mischievously. "It must be the fumes from the dumpster playing tricks with my mind. I wish I could make some sense of all this." She tugged at her ear again and the buxom blonde changed into the image of Barbara Eden from the "I Dream Of Jeannie" TV show. But unlike the show, I did get to see her navel. "I hope this will help you make some sense of this, master. I have a feeling that you watched this show when you were a little boy and still jerk off sometimes to the reruns." "This is great, earlier my life was a Greek tragedy and now it's Nick At Night. What next?" "Whatever you want master, I am here to serve your wishes." Whatever was going on, I figured I'd better play along. Who knows, maybe Alan Funt was hiding in my closet and I should give him a good show. "You can grant me any wish?" "Well there are certain limitations to the powers of the djinn. First, I cannot do physical harm to anyone, no matter how much they deserve it. Secondly, I cannot make anyone fall in love with you, although I can make the conditions more favorable for this to occur. Thirdly, I cannot bring the dead back to life, but I can create a totally believable zombie like simulation. And fourthly, I cannot remove the browser from the latest versions of Windows 95." "Windows 95?" "Yes master, Bill Gates is a very powerful techo-wizard and he has even imprisoned less powerful wizards than himself within his software to do his bidding. It is in this way he has been able to vanquish his enemies and the djinn too fear his wrath. Did you know that DOS originally stood for the Djinn Override System?" "I never realized that." "Yes master, some of the greatest of life's secrets can be found in Microsoft Technical Manuals, but it takes a very wise man to interpret them." "You are telling me, I got lost trying to learn Visual C++ from one of those things." "So what is your desire master? I can sense that you are depressed because of a woman." "Oh it's nothing that time and Prozac couldn't cure." "Come on master, let me help. You see, I have quite a rather unique insight into desires of both sexes." Figuring that this was just some Freudian fantasy induced by something that was getting way beyond my control, I proceeded to tell her all about my fascination with Vicki. About how beautiful she was, about how all she ever wanted was to be loved and only found lust and anger, about all her failed marriages, and about how one day she died. "I wish I knew exactly how she died." She tugged on her ear and the Miami Herald from about three weeks ago appeared in my hands. The dark somber headline to the article at the bottom of the page said it all, "Passion Box Stripper, 32, Found Dead In Apparent Suicide." The article went on to explain how pills and booze were found near the body and that the coroner would do an investigation soon to find out the exact cause and time of death. This was getting to be much too real to be just a hallucination and to be truthful my imagination was never this good. "The coroner confirmed suicide from a mix of alcohol and sleeping pills, death occurred between ten and eleven PM the night before, master." "How horrible. Is there anyway that I could go back in time and prevent her from killing herself? Maybe if I could somehow prove to her that someone really did care about her, it would have made a difference. Her death seems like such a waste." "I can sense that you are true of heart in how you feel for this woman master, and she is indeed very beautiful. I can grant your wish, changing the past can be done, but it involves certain risks." "How so?" "A major shift in the time continuum could cause you to be trapped in that time line. At that point I will also be forced into that time line and it could result in my never having you as my master. Therefore, I would then be powerless to return you to time as it exists right now." "Could saving Vicki's life cause such a major alteration in time as we know it?" "It could master. However as a djinn, I can sense the slightest ripples in the time continuum and could warn you to wish everything back the way it was before the damage becomes permanent." This was getting interesting. Now it was even reminding me of Star Trek and the warnings about the prime directive. I was definitely watching too many reruns. But even with all my doubts about this whole setup, there began to emerge a glimmer of hope that if all this was real, maybe I could actually save Vicki's life. "That is a risk I will have to take. I wish to be transported back to Miami two hours before Vicki tries to kill herself and I want to be someone she knows and trusts. Can that be done?" "Yes master, I just cannot alter or create her feelings towards you. However, I can plant in her mind memories of meeting you and I can have her remember never being given a reason to distrust you." "That's fine, so do it." "But first master, in order to accompany you in this journey I must transform the lamp into a form that can be carried on your person back into the past. Do you have any preferences?" "Have you seen the movie "Somewhere In Time"?" "Yes, master. In a previous existence I was forced to view this film on the insistence of a girlfriend of mine. At the time I felt that it was a bit hokey, but now in my new perspective it doesn't seem to be that bad. I would give it one ear up. But master, if you want a romantic time travel movie, may I suggest "Time After Time" with Malcolm McDowell and Mary Steenburgen. If you wish I could obtain a copy of the video for you to watch before we go. Having a djinn means you will never have to be disappointed at Blockbusters ever again. I can always get you the new releases, even before they are released." "No, I don't want to watch it. It's just that "Somewhere In Time" was Vicki's favorite movie. She always dreamed of visiting the Grand Hotel where they had filmed the movie. Could you change the lamp into the watch that Christopher Reeve had in the movie? I could then fit it inside my pocket." "Great idea master. Just open the watch and to you the watches face will be my face. See you in Miami." She then tugged on her ear and the djinn and the lamp began to turn into smoke. The smoke then formed into a pocket watch that fell to the floor. I picked up the watch and looked at it. The back was engraved "Souvenir Of The Grand Hotel". What a nice gesture on the djinn's part, that was sure to impress Vicki when we finally would get to meet. I picked up the watch and put it in my pocket. After I did so, the room started to spin and I began to feel very strange. It felt like my whole body was being tugged and pulled like a mound of taffy as I swirled into the black hole of time. All I could think of at that moment was what Albert Einstein would have given for this experience. Soon the swirling stopped and I staggered on my feet. As I stood up, I noticed my chest was stumbling along with me. I seemed to be in a dressing room of some kind. I looked into the lighted mirror in front of me and saw a beautiful buxom blonde woman staring back at me with her mouth open. Her face looked like a Nordic Jane Seymour. She was wearing nothing but a G-string that was stuffed with dollar bills of varying denominations and a pocket watch dangling from it on her right hip. I stared at the watch and noticed that it was the same one that I had put in my pocket just a few moments ago. Then it occurred to me that somehow the woman in the mirror was really me. I freaked, and pulled the watch out of the G-string and opened it up yelling. "Scheherazade you come out here right now, you hear!" I noticed my voice was a lot higher and had the hint of a Southern drawl. Smoke emerged from the watch and it reformed into the image of Scheherazade. She was back to her old harem girl look and she looked worn from the journey. Still it was embarrassing, even in that skimpy outfit she was wearing more clothes than I was. "Why have you summoned me? Did you not get what you wished for?" "Look at me. I look like a stripper!!" "That's because you are a stripper, master, er.. mistress. Wow, look at all that money. You must be good at this mistress. " "This is not what I wished for." "But it is mistress. You wanted to be someone she knew, so you are now a stripper at the same club she works at. You also said that you wanted to be someone she could trust and given her recent history, it seems that she would be loathe to trust any man no matter how nice they were to her." "Oh well, you do have a point. This might actually work out better. Being a woman for awhile shouldn't be that bad, although it would have been nicer not be so obviously one. I can always wish myself back to my old male self, right?" "Yes, mistress. But not for awhile. I have used up much of my magic to return us to the past and create your new body. Still I am not as tired as I usually am after such as expenditure of magic. That Ali Baba Magic Workout Tape has really gotten my powers in shape. " I figured that if it meant saving Vicki's life, then being a woman for the next two hours would not be too great of a sacrifice. It might even give me some insight into why I had been such a failure with them as a man. Besides this body looked like it would be a lot of fun to play with. "You said that you were giving her memories about me, I would assume as I am in this body." "Yes mistress." "I wish that I would have access to those same memories." She once again tugged on her ear and memories of the past six months emerged in my mind. My name was now Diane Walker. I remembered applying for work at this club after leaving my home in Macon, Georgia. I figured I could make a lot more money down in Miami especially with these big tits. The owner of the club billed me as "The Georgia Peach with the Big Melons". Vicki was already working at the club when I arrived. She needed a roommate since her last one had run off to marry the guy who gotten her pregnant, so we became roommies. A few months later, I was left alone in the apartment when she ran off to marry this guy she had met on the Internet. He had promised her the moon, but all she got was the scum of the earth. Luckily, she was back before the next rent payment was due, so I didn't need to find someone else to move in. There were some fun memories too. I remembered once when all the girls in the club were all doing a strip routine to Chuck Berry's old song "School Days". We were dressed up in very tight Catholic school uniforms with our hair in pigtails and slowly undressed to just a G-string while the music played. Some asshole felt he was being smart and instead of stuffing a dollar bill into my G-string, he stuck a Susan B. Anthony dollar coin in there instead. This was during the line "drop the coin right into the slot" and he did just that. I had that stupid coin stuck between my cunt lips until I could get offstage. Vicki thought it was hilarious. I even had to smile at the new memory. As for sex and sexuality, well I seemed to be a lesbian. Well that made sense and it was actually very convenient, since I did go through all this because of the love for a woman. Even in this body I still couldn't fathom myself having sex with another man. But even though I still lusted after Vicki, I first had a secret affair with another girl at the club, Cindy. She was built a lot like I was, but she needed silicone to do it. She had long red hair and freckles located in strategic places. The affair started when we were booked together to do this bachelor party and started stripping and rubbing our bodies together. Soon we were on the floor, eating each other's pussies, totally oblivious to the guys in the room jerking off on top of our climaxing bodies. It felt so good that we repeated it later that night and for other nights to cum. But soon after Vicki ran off with her soon to be ex-husband, Cindy told me that she had an offer to do some adult movies in LA and was also leaving. I knew that wasn't the future that I wanted for myself, so I said goodbye to her at the airport and walked away feeling totally alone. But that was two weeks before Vicki came back to me heartbroken and in tears. And she only came back home about a week ago. So that's how Scheherazade was making conditions favorable for us to fall in love, I was feeling alone and hurt so was Vicki. We were both at a very vulnerable point in our life to need someone. Damn all these memories she crammed into my brain, all this seemed much too real. But for what was happening now, I had just finished the early dinner slot at the club. I was scheduled to do the late shift, but Daphne had asked me to switch at the last moment. So I went into work early without waking up Vicki to let her know. Boy will she be surprised. That's it, she wouldn't be expecting me home tonight, so she'd feel that this would be a great opportunity to kill herself. But instead I will get there early and stop her from doing the dastardly deed. Gosh now I sound like Dudley Do-right. But first I had to find some clothes. Hey, who needs a tailor when you have a genie. "I wish I had some clothes to go along with this body, but not anything that will cause undo attention to this body, if that is at all possible." "Something baggy and casual should do the trick mistress. I still have the energy to perform small feats of magic. And I shall tie your hair back as well." She tugged on her ear and I felt something restrain my chest which I assumed was a bra. It was a hell of a lot tighter than my shrunk pre-shrunk tee shirts. Then I looked in the mirror and saw myself clad in a bulky sweatshirt and baggy jeans. The exaggerated curves were still there, but they were camouflaged by the loose clothing. The money I had earned found it's way into a purse that suddenly materialized on the dressing table. My hair was now in a ponytail tied with a pink ribbon. "Might as well save on cab fare. I wish we were outside the apartment house where Vicki and I live." I picked up the purse as she tugged on her ear again. A few seconds later we were outside an apartment building in downtown Miami. It looked like it once was a grand hotel, but it was now located in the middle of a land that urban renewal forgot. Scheherazade noticed the stares of the passersby and when no one else was looking, quickly materialized into the pocket watch and slid into my purse. I guess that they figured she was just another prostitute coming home from some bizarre role playing session. I entered the building and as I walked up the tattered steps, I noticed a slimy but cute Hispanic man coming down with a smile on his face. It seems that we knew each other. "What shaking Diane?" "You could see what's shaking if you'd get a job and come down to the club, Carlos." "Why should I go downtown for take out when I can get home delivery?" And he moved closer blocking my way up the stairs. "Get out of my way, I am trying to get home." I realized that it was going to be tough to get by him. "Come on, I know you want it." "Look Carlos I am getting tired of all your crap. I wish you'd clean yourself up, get a decent job and above all get a different attitude towards women." My purse began to shake as a burst of energy erupted from it and a glow enveloped Carlos. I had forgotten that I had said it in a wish format. At least he didn't become a woman, but it was pretty close. Soon Carlos stood there all cleaned up, his hair cut in a layered shag, and wearing a neatly pressed pink beautician's smock that had "MR. CARLOS" embroidered on the pocket. He reached out and started fluffing up my hair. "Dear, you must really come down to the salon and let me do something with that hair. I could do such wonders for you. Women are such a work of art and I dear am an artiste. Well I can't keep the customers waiting. Tootles." And he walked down the steps in a hurried but graceful manner. Well I guess I wouldn't have to be worried about him again unless he came at me with a curling iron. Soon I was outside the door to our apartment. I could hear sobs coming from inside. I took the key from my purse and unlocked the door. There I saw Vicki sitting on the floor wearing nothing but a tattered robe, rocking back and forth, and holding an old teddy bear to her exposed chest. I remembered the teddy from her web site and somewhat more from my new memories. It was the only thing she had left from real father. He was the one who gave her the bear when she was four. He passed away a year later. She had written on her site that she felt he was the only man who ever really cared about her, but even he had left her. Her mother remarried two years later to a man who would rape Vicki soon after she started to blossom into bountiful womanhood. Vicki looked up, her eyes red and filled with surprise at seeing me. "What are you doing home?" "I switched with Daphne. Are you alright?" "Do I look alright?" Vicki said as she started to cry again. I walked over and sat next to her on the floor. I try to put my arm around her for comfort, but she turned away. "Vicki, if there is something wrong, let me try to help you. That's what friends are for." "I was listening to the radio and this song comes on, Three Time Loser. And I thought, yep that's me. I have struck out in the game of love. I will never find a man to love me." To continue the analogy it was my turn to make my pitch and hopefully score. "Look at us, Vicki. We are two of a kind, you and I. Think about the kind of men that we attract with bodies like these. We get the assholes with enough bravado to approach us and they only want one thing and once they have it they move on. And why shouldn't they want it, to them we are nothing more than a walking advertisement for sex. But, on the other hand, we also intimidate the men we need to be able to attract, the nice guys who look at us from afar, realize they don't stand a chance, and don't even try. " Vicki was looking at me and listening to what I was saying, but before I could start talking to her about trying to date someone like my former male self, I was consumed by my need for her right then and there. My pussy felt like Niagara Falls. Then I remembered how in her email she mentioned that she had been having thoughts about making it with another woman. I put my arm around her again and this time met no resistance. I pulled her closer and said. "But who says that we need a man anyway." I kissed her, our huge breasts moving towards each other like wild bumper cars as I pressed against her. I slowly removed her robe and revealed her beautiful voluptuous body. Some could say that I was taking advantage of her at a weak moment, but this was a matter of life or death. Besides at that moment I felt I was the perfect lover for her. You could even argue that we were made for each other. My male mind remembered, albeit from limited experience, how to make love to a woman, while my female body was pointing out to me what spots were Gee and what ones were Oh My. "I didn't know." Said Vicki in between moans as my tongue prepared to get lost in her sexual Bermuda triangle. I waited until she had her first orgasm before I replied. Hey, it isn't polite, you don't talk while you are eating. "I've always loved women, I just never it let on. It would have been bad for business. But Vicki I have been in love with you ever since I first saw you. I was just waiting till the right moment when I felt you were willing to accept what I wanted to give to you." She sat up and started taking off my clothes. "Now let me show you what I can give you." She bent down and started caressing my body with her tongue. As she neared my waiting pussy, I felt myself erupt in my first female orgasm. It shook my whole body as I made sounds that sounded like outtakes from a bad porno movie. It was so different, the male orgasm was centralized in the penis, while this one knew no boundaries. We were soon both exhausted and cuddled up together. It wasn't long before we were both asleep. I woke up suddenly smelling smoke. I looked over and saw Scheherazade materializing in front of me. "It is time Mistress. The time of paradox is nigh. In a few moments we will pass the time when Vicki took her life. You must wish everything back to the way it was and let time run it's course or be stranded here forever without me." I looked over at Vicki, a sweet smile of contentment on her face. How could I let her die? Yet if I stayed, I would be stuck as a beautiful over-endowed woman. Or I could stay and wish to change back to my old self, but then she'd see me as just another male in her life that had deceived her and she would probably try suicide again. No, I would have to stay as a female because I loved her and love transcends gender. Love comes directly from the soul, the eternal soul that doesn't care if the shell surrounding it is male or female. We were meant to be together. Besides, what did I have to lose but my penis, which had only served as a constant source of frustration. "I have decided to stay, but do I have time for one last wish." "Yes, mistress. But hurry." "I wish to be able to have a real past to go along with my new future. However, I want to retain all of my computer skills so that I can provide a better future for Vicki and myself. I also want the rest of my male past to seem more like a dream as time goes on. Can you do that?" "Yes mistress, it shall be done." She then tugged on her ear and my mind was filled with new memories. I remembered growing up in Macon, Georgia. How my parents had died in an auto accident when I was sixteen and that I didn't have any other close relatives, how convenient for someone who didn't even exist a few hours ago. That I started dancing in clubs at eighteen to help pay for college and that I was one semester shy of getting my bachelor's degree in computer science. That soon I hoped I could get a more respectable job with benefits. My former male past seemed a lot more distant. "It is time to leave mistress. It has been a pleasure to serve one who truly knows the meaning of love." "Thank you Scheherazade for making all this possible. Oh can you keep the watch here as a souvenir and a gift to Vicki on our new life." "I can make a copy and leave it for you, but I am afraid you will soon forget about me as the time line becomes stable. Goodbye." With that she vanished leaving just the pocket watch lying on the nightstand by the bed. As I watched her fade away, I leaned over to pick it up. Vicki then started to stir. "Were you talking to someone my love?" "No, just myself. I was looking to see what time it is. It's not even eleven o'clock yet." Her eyes then opened wide. "That watch, it's the one from the movie, where did you get it?" "I bought it as a gift for you. I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but this seems like a more special occasion." " You know, I always wished that my true love would come to me one night and hand me a watch like that, just like Jane Seymour did in the movie." "Maybe she has. Maybe your wish has come true." She leaned back and smiled as she gazed out the window at the stars twinkling brightly above. "Look at how beautiful the stars are tonight. Diane, you know that old story about making a wish on a star and having your dreams come true. If you could make a wish, what would you wish for?' "I don't need to make any more wishes, I already have all that I could ever wish for." Then I looked into her eyes and kissed her again. Hey it's a hokey ending, I'm sorry. But then again love means never having to say you're sorry. * * *