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Time For A Change by Paul1954 Cambridge University lodgings, 14th November 2008 Daniel Kerslake, twenty on years of age, was studying in his University lodgings in the town of Cambridge, Eastern England, when a postman delivered a registered package bearing his name. He was a little surprised by it as he was not expecting anything important at this particular time and he put it to one side whilst he resumed his studies. His exams were coming up shortly and, being single minded, he didn't need any distractions or interruptions that could impact on the results he needed and he continued with his work. The day continued and he had forgotten all about the package as he decided to quit for the night and it was only as relaxed in a hot bath, one of his favourite ways to ease his stress levels after an intense session, that his soothed mind recalled his earlier visitor and the delivered package. Curiosity eventually won the battle over his need for relaxation and cursing, at this self induced intrusion, he got out of the bath and dried himself down before donning his silk dressing gown and returning to the living room to open the package. Inside was a bundle of paper along with a collection of faded photographs of an unknown, to him anyway, family. He read the introductory letter and then poured himself a large whiskey as he took the bundle of typed papers from the large envelope and settled down to read the enclosed documentation. The letter read as follows: Dear Mr. Kerslake This story was told to me by Sophie Mitchelson (nee DuPont) as she lay on her deathbed in the year of our Lord 2006. She swore that every word of this tale was true although, by then, she had been hospitalised for two years having suffered a stroke that had paralysed the entire right hand side of her body. This paralysis had left her unable to write, and she requested my help to record the documentation that you will see within. Up until this time, there was no reason to doubt her sanity. Certainly, there has been no indication, in the intervening years, that the futuristic inventions she describes in this tale have ever seen the light of day. One of the characters she describes has survived her and is, at this very moment, the recipient of this letter. Yes, I mean you Mr. Kerslake. The other, who prefers to keep their identity secret, actually validated Sophie's claims, as far as they were aware, and then expanded on her narrative by adding their own and giving a different perspective to this tale. They are still alive now but prefer to remain anonymous. As for myself - well, I am just not sure what to think. I tended to Sophie Mitchelson during her final years and she seemed incredibly lucid despite her illness and, incredible though this tale appears (especially so to yourself), every instinct I possess told me she was genuine and believed passionately in what she dictated. I have also met the anonymous contributor and I can tell you, with total conviction, I believe they are convinced they are telling the truth! I have held back from releasing this tale for over two years less people cast doubt upon my own integrity and sanity, and also, out of a possible sense of misguided compassion for yourself, a young man starting out on the exciting journey of life. I can hold back no longer - it was Sophie's final wish, passed down from her husband, that this journal be made available to yourself so that every chance be given to you to prevent the folly that you are about to undertake. She has also stated that she does not truly believe that this will be possible because what has happened has, indeed, happened and you will now follow a sequence of events that are pre-determined but she wants, for her husbands sake, for you to have at least a chance to prevent them recurring and the opportunity to retain your very soul if that is your desire. After reading this document you will have to come to your own conclusions and make your own decisions. Sophie Mitchelson already knows what this will be. I have now discharged my responsibility as a doctor, a human being and also a friend, a friend to Sophie Mitchelson. May God have mercy on you for whatever you decide to do. Yours Sincerely Dr. Henry Johnstone 12th November 2008 PS This narrative is related from the perspective of the third person, which mirrors my interpretation of the events described by Sophie Mitchelson and they that prefer to remain anonymous. A puzzled Daniel Kerslake flicked through the sheets and saw, what appeared to be, a narrative that had been started by himself and an unknown female. It was also relating to events that already seemed to have happened in the near future, next year, in just a few short months, to be exact. What could all this mean? What sort of tomfoolery was this! He first thought was that it must all be some kind of elaborate joke designed to make him stop his studies and return to the family business - that must be it - his father had set this up! He had fought so hard to go his own way and nothing would deter him now! The only other option he could think of was when he used to belong to some of the mailing lists on the web. When he had first joined university he spent a lot of his time reading the vast range of free literature that was now available to him and had a particular penchant for sci-fi and sex stories, these appealed to his fertile imagination and he had made some good friends at first. He had even been a virtual star in some of these tales and this package had all the melodramatic hallmarks of some of theses stories. He knew, although he didn't have the time to access them anymore, that he was still owed pay-back on a number stunts that he had pulled, this did seem a little elaborate for something like that though! Still, he thought, he would read through it anyway. If this had been down to his Father then he would have to give the old buffer some credit for going to all this trouble. He turned to the first page of the journal and started reading. The journal of Sophie Mitchelson (nee DuPont), 7th July 2006 (with additions from an anonymous contributor) It seems so long ago now that these events happened or, in reality (whatever that now means) have still to happen, that this record of events seems like a narrative of another persons life and dreams. Maybe they are - I don't know, it is so confusing to me now. I can still remember the described events vividly despite my failing faculties (see, I can still communicate with long words) and pray, with every remaining fibre of my being. that you heed these words. Of course, if you do so then I could never have existed as I do today and you will never receive this letter. Oh! this is so confusing. This once made perfect sense - why is it now so hard! @@@@@@@@@@@@ Daniel paused for a second and wondered whether it was worth continuing. What were these ramblings all about! Still, he was tired and had nothing better to do tonight so he decided to persevere. @@@@@@@@@@@@ The narrative continued. Jenny Walker, April 4th 2011 "Jen, Jen ... come in here quickly" came the call from the laboratory. Jenny had been brewing a pot of tea in the kitchen adjacent to the laboratory, where she had been working so hard with her half-brother Daniel, when she heard his call. She immediately dropped everything and dashed back to see what he was getting so excited about. As she ran to find him she thought back to the past three years. It was then that she had met Daniel whilst spending her summer break, ostensibly trying to bolster her meagre student funds, by taking a job hop picking. There was another purpose to her sojourn though, apart from her financial situation. Jenny had thought that she was an orphan, her mother had died in childbirth and she had never known who her father was, and was raised by a struggling middle-class family from the suburbs. She was majoring in Applied Physics when she had a deep yearning to know more about her roots and who her birth family had been. A long investigation had led to this farm and mansion. Her mother's personal details were easy to find and she discovered a lonely, and lowly, farm worker who was unmarried and, apparently, unloved. She hadn't been able to establish where she had lived however. All trace of this was gone. The father's details were harder to trace. The father's name on the birth certificate read 'H Kerslake' with no other details available. She started tracing down the Kerslake's in Southern England in between her studies, that was where she had been born and she reasoned that her father was likely to have come from around that area. It was 18 months later that she had gained her best lead and this tied in with her summer break. It was a Henry Kerslake that she was looking at, who owned a mansion near Maidstone, Kent along with the surrounding hop farm that supported the family brewing business.When she first arrived, after taking the train from London, she was in awe of what the Kerslake family stood for and her heart trembled a little at the thought that she might soon be a part of it if her suspicions proved to be correct. Daniel had been spending his summer break, having completed the project work leading to his preliminary exams, back at the mansion and had soon spotted the pretty young girl who was a new summer recruit. Jenny welcomed his advances, it enabled her to get closer to the family but she tried to keep him at arms length. She did not want to possibly introduce herself to her family as part of an incestuous relationship after all! It was after a week of trying to find anything that could substantiate her suspicions that she struck gold. A housekeeper, who had served the family since her teenage years, clearly remembered her mother working here for some years before she got herself pregnant. She could remember her mother leaving to give birth but never returning having died during the labour.She recounted that it was rumoured she had been sleeping with Daniel's father, Henry Kerslake, and that the child, that had survived the mothers death, was his. Nothing was ever seen of it as further rumour claimed that an arrangement had been arranged to have it adopted immediately after its birth to help prevent any scandal. Jenny was both excited and a little sad at these revelations. It was a good job that scandal takes a long time to be forgotten! Along with the birth certificate this gave her all the evidence she needed, she would now introduce herself to her father Henry and her half- brother Daniel Kerslake. Her revelations did not go down too well, pretty much as she had expected in fact! There were angry denials to begin with but Henry Kerslake eventually admitted his indiscretion with her mother in face of the birth certificate and Jenny's willingness to have blood and DNA testing carried out to confirm her claims. Out of a sense of guilt she was allowed to move into the mansion and was given a modest room that she was allowed to claim as her own. Henry Kerslake also provided a meagre allowance for her but left her with no hope of gaining anything more . It was made plain that the brewing business was part of the male Kerslake heritage and that Daniel would be inheriting everything when his father died. This outmoded attitude, initially, caused Jenny to feel a great deal of resentment towards Daniel, why should he gain everything when she was entitled to, at least, a part of it. She hadn't asked to be born - but she fell shy of challenging this outcome. The years of not knowing her real family had eroded her confidence. By the time that Henry had died, one year later, she had made an uneasy peace with Daniel and, as they had both graduated within that same year, came to Maidstone to live. They soon found they held a mutual love of research and Daniel soon enthused her with the possibility of making a major breakt hrough the like of which had previously been regarded as impossible but had appeared to him in an almost dreamlike fashion, or so he claimed! Following his father's death Daniel was now a man of independent means. He had graduated from Cambridge University with a degree in engineering that summer and now had enough wealth to indulge the research that had so fired his imagination in his last few months at University. With Jenny graduating with a major in physics he had a ready made assistant who, he was sure, could be relied upon to be discreet and would become as committed as himself.Jenny's skills were a perfect foil to Daniel's engineering expertise and, by ensuring that she wanted for nothing, he soon secured her as a more than willing partner in his quest for academic success.She felt no sibling love for Daniel and still felt some resentment but was prepared to bury this and try to work it out of her system.The research, at first, had not progressed well and Daniel's frustrations were soon made evident by a lack of control that resulted in him frequently losing his temper. She would try to ignore these violent outbursts but was often driven to the point of tears when he, sometimes, mocked her poor background and upbringing as a way of expressing his anger.She had refused to let this beat her though; she did not want to give up her claim to this lifestyle that she could only have once dreamed about.This brought her back to the present as she ran into the room. She nearly tripped in her haste and felt her heart quicken as Daniel grabbed her and spun her around and around before finally planting a huge kiss onto her lips.Daniel KerslakeI couldn't believe it - after all this time I think I have finally cracked it! I must get Jenny now! In the few seconds that he waited for her to come, in response to his call, he thought back to how he got to this, what he was sure was, successful breakthrough. It was Christmas 2008 when he returned to the family mansion expecting an argument with his father whom had been determined to recruit him into the family business. Daniel knew that his father was concerned that Daniel was the last of the Kerslake line and was desperate to keep the brewery in family hands but there would have been no way that Daniel would have even considered acceding to his fathers wishes if his father hadn't played his trump card. He had welcomed Daniel home and said to him "Daniel my boy", Daniel cringed at his father referring to him as a 'boy', and "it is good to have you back here". Daniel thought that his father was rather gregarious and was, rightly as it turned out, suspicious of his motives, he had never seen him so jovial! He also wondered as to what the surprise might be that his Father had promised him back in November when he had called to ensure he would be visiting this Christmas. His father continued "Take some refreshment, I will arrange for Stephen to brew up some tea for you and then I want to show you my little surprise". Daniel laughed inwardly at the fact that he could really have done with a cold beer on this hot and humid day but ironically, considering they was in the heart of hop country, there was never any beer kept in the house. Stephen, his father's personal secretary, brought in a tray of tea, he must have had this prepared already, he was impressed! After he had drunk his tea he was led downstairs and taken into a gleaming new laboratory that had been created from a large storage room. His eyes nearly leaped out of his head and he was like a child on Christmas morning as he examined, and practically stroked, the brand new state of the art equipment that stood all around him. "Wh.. wha .. what is all of thi .. I mean ..." Daniel, for once, seemed speechless. His father laughed and stopped him. "Calm down now Daniel. I was serious about you joining the family business and I have realised that it will have to be on your terms. You certainly are a true Kerslake eh!" he said in a proud voice. "If this is what it takes to persuade you to join me then I am more than happy to pay the price. When you complete your exams next year I want you to return here and lead on some vital research on how to preserve our harvest. Each year we have so much wasted produce that I want to see if we can delay the fruit's ageing process and prevent the produce rotting allowing longer storage time. The irradiation process used on meat and some fruit, I believe kills vital flavour. I need something else. This is all for you if you agree to help me" he said as he gestured with his open arms to the four corners of the room. In the minute that his father spoke Daniel had already committed himself to this project, he couldn't wait to try out these facilities! He had started working during that summer, and at every subsequent, break that he spent at home. He managed to maintain his studies enough to pass his exams and by next summer had found a process, almost by luck, that had seemingly drained the life force out of a number of small fruits like Blackberries and Cherries. After having undergone the process he found the fruit retained its freshness for almost twice as long as the untreated variety. This was only effective if a constant electrical current was passed through the metal box that the fruit were kept in and, when the current was turned off, they aged normally with apparently no ill effects. He now had to try this process on a conscious entity, this is the point that he had now reached. He heard Jenny's footsteps and returned back to the present. She came running in as I yelled for her and, despite my excitement, I almost laughed as she tripped and went flying through the air. As I caught her I span her around like a top and my world seemed to freeze for a moment as I caught her startled gaze. I realised that I may have been hard on her recently and resolved to try and change my attitude towards her, I suppose she was family after all! I still didn't like the thoughts, of what I regarded as, this interloper laying claim to half of what I had always regarded as mine but I did owe her for the help she had given me. She had inadvertently given me the key to unlocking the solution at the very point I thought I had been wasting my time! Jenny Walker He was babbling like a lunatic as he put me down and dragged me through to the test platform, and surrounded wire cage, that he had constructed. Even through his excitement he was still patronising to me and, at this moment, I didn't need the 'idiots guide to quantum physics' that he attempted to lay on me. That was MY discipline and I had input most of the work that had led to this point. Just like a man! Despite my mental arguments I indulged him and let him have his moment of glory. I laughed to myself and thought how much we women indulged men's flights of fancy. Typical women - we were our own worst enemy! How I would love the opportunity to give him, who undoubtedly regarded himself my superior, a taste of his own medicine for a change. Although I had been poor I still had my pride and certainly didn't regard Daniel as my superior just because he was male! "I was looking to adjust the voltage on the platforms current, to see if that had any effect, when the laboratory monitors, that you insisted on installing, started to produce howl and feedback" he continued. "The next moment I saw Gilbert", our test rabbit, "start to lose his balance and in less than a minute he slumped into a coma".I knew what was going to come next but could hardly bear to breathe as Daniel continued. "I was stunned for a moment. It had looked as though the rabbit was dead but a closer inspection revealed that he seemed to have entered into a state of suspended animation. This seemed to last for two minutes or so and I was just about to call you when he started to come round again". "Jen, I just know I ... we, have made the breakthrough, we have done it!" He checked himself briefly and stated in the most profound way. "I am sure that he went back in time for a few seconds and then returned as I had predicted". This had been, what I had thought, the crazy idea where Daniel had espoused the theory that time, like light, was bendable. He had reasoned that it should be possible to tap into the fluxes within the gravitational and magnetic field surrounding the earth and 'bounce' somebody, or whatever it was that constituted and individual, back to a point that ran parallel to the current moment in time and, given the right set of circumstances, should 'bounce' them right back to the current time line via a celestial 'short cut'. He fervently believed in the concept of the soul and while he did not think it would be possible to transfer matter back in time he did believe it may be possible for an ethereal spirit, or a consciousness, to be frozen for a, yet to be defined, period of time which would, in effect, allow the past to catch up with the present time. He reasoned that the 'real world' would continue as normal to all but the frozen soul and when the frozen spirit awoke it would be living in an earlier period of earth's history. His current hypothesis was that the soul would latch onto to the nearest sympathetic physical host or, in plain English, another persons body, and would gradually assimilate itself into that persons lifestyle until, finally, it would 'bounce' back and catch up to it's original timeline. He described this theory as a sort of cosmic 'bungee jump', and this was the first time that any evidence of it's occurring, in anything other than his textbooks, had transpired. I was more cautious. I knew that many tests would have to be performed, along with the ability to recreate this experiment, before we could make any claims as to its success. I also, personally, found it hard to subscribe to this theory and felt that Daniel's belief in it bordered on obsession. When I raised this with Daniel he seemed to become a little irked and berated my caution as a typical unadventurous female response. The derogatory comments he made upon my gender were becoming far more frequent of late. It seemed to tie in to his frustrations and I began to wonder whether he had some type of hang up with women or whether he had been so used to getting his own way that he couldn't take anyone being anything less than deferential to him. I would not spoil the moment of our potential triumph but I was not happy at taking this kind of shit, too much more of this treatment from him and I would be gone, new family or no new family. Daniel Kerslake April 8th 2011 What is it with women? Throughout history men have been the pioneers of invention and women, certainly if Jenny is anything to go by, try to pull them back on the 'straight and narrow'. If we had left this to them we would still be sitting in caves eating raw vegetables and berries! I was keen to push my testing further as soon as possible. The only problem in using the rabbit for testing is that it couldn't tell, or describe, exactly what occurred to it during its comatose period. There was only one way that it would be possible to confirm the experiments success - either Jenny, or I, would have to undergo the same experiment and leave no possible doubt whatsoever of its success or failure. I suppose I will be the one to try this, bearing in mind my earlier thoughts, and was now thinking of how I could coerce Jenny into helping me. I was a little annoyed at having to waste my energy on winning her round but I really needed her help at this time. It was the following morning that I broached the subject with Jenny. As expected, she refused point blank to sanction this risky venture."For God's sake Daniel, you have a rabbit that appeared to be half dead for a couple of minutes, it gets better for a while, and now you want to risk your life on this theory!!!" she snorted in a mixture of derision and disbelief. This was about as good as I had expected, I knew I would have to work on this for a while but I always get my way in the end so I wasn't too bothered about her negative attitude. Besides, I reasoned, I better go softly softly with Jen on this one, I needed her help in setting up the audio test and ensuring that my body was looked after until the 'bounce back' kicked in.I decided to continue my experiments with animals until Jenny came around to my way of thinking. I repeated the experiment on a tiny kitten this time. I wanted to ensure that it wasn't just the rabbit that was susceptible to my tests.This test was not a success much to my annoyance. I could not seem to get the audio levels feeding back in quite the same way as it did with the original successful test. Two days later I had my second success. I was still using the kitten and was euphoric that I had managed to repeat my initial triumph. I now had to know exactly what happened during the comatose period. I just had to persuade Jenny to help me! It took another four days until she finally came around. Things had been getting increasingly frosty between us of late but I was on the verge of immortality here. There would be plenty of time to fix things with Jenny later if I wanted to so I nagged and nagged her until she gave in mainly, I think, to get some peace! When the day of the test came I removed all of my clothes; I wanted no external factors influencing the outcome, and lay flat on an enlarged steel platform with a larger cage surrounding it. Jenny strapped me down and placed a leather bit between my teeth in case the high voltage I was about to experience became unpredictable and I suffered convulsions. I wasn't worried about them, I knew that if this part of the test went wrong there would be precious little left of me to worry about! If it made Jenny feel better, however, I would go along with it. The most difficult part of this process would be in calculating the geographical co-ordinates where my soul, or karma as it can be called, would be expected to reappear. This was Jenny's job and this stage was critical. The movements of the earth, and calculating exactly where a given point would be at a given point in the past and as it travelled towards the present, would give absolute control over where, and when, my karma appeared. I had to arrive within a fifty-yard radius, I had estimated, of a host body for the assimilation to become effective and I had to be sure that I could meld with my target host. In this case the target was myself. 'Bounce back' would occur immediately if no-body were available within the target area. This one would be easy; I was aiming for this very location at a time fifteen minutes prior to this very experiment giving me the best possible chance of success. I had also hypothesised that the karma would attach itself, if there was more than one person within the vicinity, to the host body most sympathetic to the originators body thus making the assimilation easier. If this worked I would be able to attempt the first calibration of the voltage and feedback combination that, I was sure, would determine how far back in time I would go and, also, for how long I would be able to stay until 'bounce back' occurred. It was also essential that the platforms circuit be maintained at the point of 'bounce back' or else my karma would have no physical means of re-entering it's birth body and I really wasn't sure what the outcome would be in this scenario. This next test would tell me a lot more. I turned my head slightly to one side to catch Jenny's eye and she was looking at me with uncertain eyes. I know there was not a great amount of love lost between us but I was sure that, at least, she must care a little bit about me! The tension was becoming unbearable, I was on the verge of greatness, and I didn't want to wait any longer. I nodded for her to continue. Jenny Walker Oh, the idiot. He is actually going to go through with it! As he nodded I pushed forward the throttle type lever and a deep low frequency hum appeared that could be felt rather than heard. "240 watts" I called out for the sake of the tape recording this for posterity. As the output level steadied I got ready to start the feedback loop that Daniel had predicted would send him back in time. I had to monitor this loop closely if this was going to be successful and heard the howl over the internal monitor speaker's increase in pitch. I tweaked the volume adjuster until it maintained a constant tone at 117db, that was the level that Daniel had been able to recreate his original test, and I kept a vigilant eye on the dials. The thought that I might inherit all of this estate if anything happened to Daniel passed through my mind and I quickly shrugged it off. However bitter I was getting to feel I certainly didn't want anybody suffering for my errant wishes. I sneaked a glance over at Daniel and, for a moment, was amused to see his naked body sporting a huge erection - he seemed totally unaware of it as he seemed to enter a trance. I giggled for a moment as I wished that he wasn't my brother and then maybe I could help him to relieve his little, no strike that, his LARGE problem. I scandalised myself by entertaining the thought that maybe the fact that he was my half-brother wasn't so important after all! My concentration returned to the task at hand as panic overtook me briefly. Daniel appeared to be comatose and I wondered how the hell I had let him talk me into helping him in this madcap adventure. What if he died or remained a cabbage? Would any court in the land fail to convict me of, at the very least, manslaughter? I realised that, for a split second, I had actually hated him for making me do this before my professional training took over and I moved my emotions away to another part of my mind so that I could deal with it at a more appropriate time. I ensured that the platform, and the surrounding cage of wires, remained powered up - this was not difficult to do at this output level, and a great wave of relief swept over me when, two minutes later, I saw Daniel's eyes flicker. Daniel Kerslake As I lay there I had an absolute certainty that this was going to work. I found the low bass frequencies of the modulators almost sensual and, as the feedback kicked in, I could swear that I experienced a dry orgasm as I felt my penis swell - an interesting side effect that could needed further investigation in its own right! I next had the incredible sensation of leaving my body, and of watching everything around me appear to be speeding up, before a sucking sensation drew me back to the physical plain. Everything seemed to stop as I shook myself to alertness. I looked down at myself and saw that a) I was still me, b) I was lying on my own bed and c) I was fully clothed. I looked excitedly at the clock next to my bed and saw that it was eighteen minutes earlier than when the experiment started. I called out for Jen but remembered that after setting up the laboratory for this test she had removed herself from these premises for a five-minute period to give my karma the best chance of finding my body. As I lay there stunned with the implications of what I had achieved, I felt a huge wave of depression sweep over me and I felt confused and unsure of what I had done. During the moment that my karma left my body I had experienced a moment of absolute clarity and it seemed like I could remember every detail of my existence up until that point. A chill ran down my spine as one recollection dominated above all of the others. For some reason I could remember back to this particular incident that I had experienced when I was just six years old - one month after my mother's death, as if it were yesterday. My father had taken me on an outing to London, I remember it clearly, this was a rare occurrence for me, and we had spent a day visiting Madame Tussaud's, the Planetarium and finally a visit to the Harrods toy department. I chose myself a toy, a building set I think, when an old lady and man, they looked in their seventies, turned around and I caught the mans eye for a split second. As he looked at me I experienced the strongest feeling of recognition, it was like looking at my own eyes in a mirror, and I knew that he felt exactly the same thing as me. I saw an almost unbearable sadness in his eyes as if he knew everything about me, and also what would happen to me. I found it too much to bear. I can remember him collapsing clutching at his heart and then a flurry of activity as people rushed to him to lend him assistance. I can also remember the lady that he was with crying out something in French. My father led me away quickly to protect me from this unpleasant sight but somehow I knew that he had died. This moment had lodged itself into my subconscious and had given me numerous nightmares over the years as I recalled the depth of pain within his eyes - why should this come back to haunt me, and stick in my memory, again now? (Note to the reader, this incident takes on greater significance in the sequel to this story : Time For A Change, Sophie & Tom) The moment passed as another thought took prominence. If I had assimilated into my own body of almost twenty minutes earlier, what had happened to my original self? I cast my mind back to the short time when I had originally lay here and remembered dropping off to sleep for a few moments which had been most unlike me. I hypothesised that my original karma must have been pushed into the background whilst this new invader overtook the body. It had seemed painless and I was completely unaware of it so I worried no more for the moment. Moments later I felt a drawing sensation and blinked my eyes to see the laboratory lights above me. My God! It had worked! Jenny Walker I quickly powered down the platform and ran across to Daniel. I can remember noticing that his erection had faded and he sat up, looked at me, and wept openly for 5 minutes. It was hard to know how to react as I couldn't quite bring myself to comfort him. He said nothing for a while, I had never ever seen him like this before, and he appeared to have undergone a profound almost religious experience - what had happened to him during the two minutes that he was under? As he calmed down he related his experience to me including the sudden rush of memories, he could not decide whether this was a blessing or a curse but, from the reaction in him, that I was now observing, I thought it must be the latter. As he described his vivid memory of the fainting old lady I this was the case - could this be what had made him breakdown for a while when he returned? We spent the afternoon making sure that we had documented everything relating to the experiment before finally taking a quick meal and retiring to our bedrooms. A half hour after retiring I had turned out my bedside light, having spent the time reading, and was just in that moment where you are hovering between being awake and sleeping when I felt, rather than saw, a figure slip into my bed. Before I could react my arms were pinned behind me and my nightie and panties pulled away from my, now, naked body. I just knew this was Daniel and wondered what the hell he was playing at when I felt my legs parted and the cool air within my bedroom caressing my exposed vagina. A number of emotions passed through my mind within the time it took to blink an eye. First and foremost was the fact that I was being raped, and raped by my own brother no less. Second was that I found it hard to turn my thoughts away from the memory of the huge erection that I had seen on him earlier. The third and final emotion, at least that I was aware of, was the humiliation I felt when I realised that I was extremely aroused by what was happening to me. To my everlasting shame, I found myself returning his kisses with a sense of abandonment that soon turned into enthusiasm. It was at this point that it ceased to be rape. That night I experienced the most intense sex I've ever known even though it didn't last for long. I climaxed as soon as I felt his seed hitting my cervix and finally went to sleep a little afraid of the submissive feelings that Daniel had elicited from me. He had now seen me reacting to him like some cheap slut. How could I ever face him in the morning? Daniel Kerslake, April 9th 2011 I couldn't wait to try the experiment again. After recovering from the emotions of my initial upset I had felt so strong and powerful and was keen to push the boundaries I had set back and to travel further into the past. Jenny seemed to be avoiding me this morning, I guess it was due to last night. I don't know why though, she seemed to be enjoying it and acted just like any of the other girls I have bedded in the past. Maybe she will now know her place and understand who is charge around here! It took all of my powers of persuasion to get her to help me today but she finally relented. This time I managed to travel back 2 hours by increasing the voltage applied to the platform to 300 watts. The next day I went back 12 hours by maintaining 300 watts but also increasing the decibel level of the feedback to 125db. I realised that there would be a finite limit I could push this to, with the electric power I had at my disposal, and I was determined to find out what this was. Each time I had travelled back I had ended up in an earlier version of my own body. It was five days after my initial success that the pattern changed. I had calculated that an output of 400 watts and a decibel level of 135db would send me back 24 hours. All the preparations were made as before and I lay on the platform awaiting Jen's pushing of the voltage regulator. I knew that she had been really pissed at me of late but I didn't really care! If she didn't like living with a budding genius , no - strike that - make that an authentic and actual 'bona fida' genius, then she could go to hell. @@@@@@@@@@@@ Daniel paused for a moment. He was supposed to believe that this would be him in a few years time - ridiculous! He had to admit to being intrigued though, his alter ego's theory was interesting but sounded like some silly sci- fi paperback. He was hooked now though - whether this was an elaborate hoax or not he just had to finish reading it. He continued ... @@@@@@@@@@@@ Daniel Kerslake April 14-15th 2011 Jenny pushed forward the throttle and I could feel the familiar sensation of an out of body experience as I commenced on my latest journey. As I settled into the host body I felt different this time. I seemed to take a little longer than the previous occasions to gather all my faculties and this time something felt wrong, very wrong indeed! I pushed out an arm to raise myself from the bed and was a little disturbed to find I had to make a far greater effort to raise my body than usual - somehow I seemed weaker! I could see I was in my bedroom so why did I feel so different? As I managed to finally sit up I could feel both tightness, and a feeling of bulk, around my upper chest. I raised my hand to my chest, fearing I was undergoing a heart attack or something, when I noticed the long red fingernails at the end of slender and dainty hands. I almost hyperventilated for a moment until I realised that I must have assimilated with someone else's body. A quick glance at the clothes I was wearing confirmed my suspicions - I was now Jenny! Why had I taken over Jenny's body when I should have bonded with an earlier version of my own? Casting my mind back to yesterday I could remember going to the local shop for ten minutes to get some cigarettes. I had forgotten about that trip when I had sent my karma back and I realised that Jenny must have been the only body within range. I had made a simple but interesting mistake - I had confirmed that it was possible to enter, and take over, another person's body. The only thing puzzling me was what had Jenny been doing in my room? This didn't make any sense at all and I resolved to get to the bottom of this when I returned. I confirmed that I had indeed managed to return to the previous day and I then walked to my bedroom window as I heard a car entering the driveway. What a strange experience that was! It took me a few moments to attune to the rhythm of this body but I soon found myself compensating for the difference in balance and looked out of the window. I had an even stranger experience as I saw myself leave the car and walk into the house. I heard him (me!) calling "Jen, I'm back" before I felt dizzy and woke up back in the laboratory again. I will have to investigate how I can extend these visits - I was really looking forward to having a decent conversation, for once, with someone that would have understood me! I could also now check with Jenny what she had experienced whilst I occupied her body for those few minutes and what she had been doing in my room! Jenny Walker I felt nauseous and a sense of invasion as Daniel described his experiences to me. I remembered that I had fallen asleep for five minutes while Daniel went to the shops to get some cigarettes and then waking as he came home. This corresponded with the exact time of his experience. He kept probing and asking me why I had been in his room but it was all perfectly innocent. I had been looking for a copy of the notes from the previous experiment, I knew that he had taken them to bed with him, last night, to review them. As I entered his room I must have fallen asleep, this was most likely due to his karma invading my body! He was obviously having a hard time believing me but that was just tough, that's his problem! I started to get really worried now. What if Daniel hadn't bounced back for some reason. Would he have taken over my life? What would have happened to me? This was getting scary. Even scarier was the fact that Daniel wanted to repeat this experiment with me joining him. As an academic argument we had never considered the possibility of multiple regressions. There were so many unanswered questions that I couldn't risk my very being on, what I considered to be, a gamble. That night when I went to bed Daniel tried to pay me another visit. This time I had been prepared, I had arranged for a lock to be put onto my door and it was bolted firmly into place. After he had gone I lay in bed and almost wept as I felt the trickle from my damp pussy dripping onto my backside, I wasn't really sure if the lock had been to keep him out or to prevent me letting him in. I didn't want to risk another session as before else I might just lose myself to him completely. I hated him for making me feel like some lovesick teenager and I hated myself for my own weakness! ------------ The next morning Daniel seemed a little distant from me but, apart from that, seemed relatively normal. I wondered if the lucid memory flashbacks that Daniel experienced every time he regressed were partly to blame for the increased aggressiveness in his behaviour. He had always been fairly dismissive of women but now seemed to be a 'dyed in the wool' misogynist since his return from his last trip. I was suffering the fallout and could detect a resentment of me building within him. I would have to watch him! When I entered the laboratory I could see that he must have worked throughout the night, no doubt to relieve his pent-up sexual aggression. He had created twin platforms, each containing it's own wire surround cage. Oh no! He must really be intending to make me go with him this time. I was going to protest but before I opened my mouth he looked at me with a steely stare that brooked no argument. I was completely subdued as he told me to strip and prepare myself to regress with him and I didn't consider arguing against him for more than two seconds. I felt very scared of him at that moment and I was convinced that it wouldn't, I was sure, take much to send him over the edge and I feared for my safety if that happened. I felt a little ridiculous as, naked, I lay alongside him on one of the cold steel platforms. I could not resist a quick peek at his manhood but realised, to my shame, that I was disappointed to see it looking normal. Again, I cursed my weakness at thinking these thoughts. I wondered, at that moment, what would happen if there was only one body available for our two karma's when they arrived. Would one impose itself on the recently arrived spirit and push it into the background along with that body's original occupant and, if so, what would happen to either of them if it did? I ignored these thoughts, I just wanted to get this over with. I had managed to perfect and automate the conditions needed to effect the regression and I could now remotely initiate the necessary sequence of events to start the process. I noticed that Daniel had linked the platforms to the single control unit that I was holding so that I could initiate the start sequence for both platforms simultaneously. Daniel had calculated that we would have to quadruple the voltage and feedback output, wearing earplugs so that our eardrums would not be damaged, to ensure that we would both be able to travel to the previous week. This would take us both to the time period prior to the first successful trip and would be a major step forward (or backward!). I pressed the start button and after experiencing the most intense sense of arousal, as the electric current flowed around and through my body, the next thing I knew was that I seemed to be weightless and travelling in an unknown direction. I went through the same experience that Daniel had described and experienced my own set of flashbacks but, for me, it was a fairly joyless experience. My emotions centred on the aching loss I felt at not having a mother to remember and then, latterly, around the rejection I had initially felt when my real father and brother re-discovered me. Time literally stood still for us as the previous week's events caught up with our frozen karmas. Daniel had aimed for a time where he knew that we would both be present in the house and reasoned that we should gravitate naturally to our own bodies. This was not what happened. I felt everything slow down and then found myself slumped in a chair in the laboratory. My sluggish mind knew instantly what had happened as I looked down at my large hands and saw the mans watch around my wrist. I did the only thing that made any sense at that point, laughed uproariously, oh the irony of it! Daniel Kerslake The familiar out of body experience, followed by those awful memories, passed and I found myself settling back into my body of a week ago. Wait a minute, something had gone wrong, this wasn't my body! As my senses returned I found myself sitting on a toilet taking a leak. God, what a strange and ghastly experience this was. Have you ever woken to find yourself in the middle of urinating? I now have and I do not recommend it. Worse yet was where I could feel the sensation coming from. It was located much further back and seemed to be coming from inside me somewhere. As I finished I stood and pulled up Jenny's panties - I knew instantly that I was Jenny again. I couldn't understand how this had happened, I was supposed to meld with the most sympathetic body to my real one, and I knew that I, Daniel that is, was in the house somewhere. I ran along the hallway that led to the laboratory and burst my way in to see MYSELF sitting there in my laboratory chair grinning. I had not found it unusual to be running in such a different way and with such a different balance until I directly thought about it and then nearly stumbled as I tried to move this body in the way I had been used to. As this Daniel sat there I cast my mind back to a week ago and couldn't remember this scene so I rationalised that this must now be Jenny within my body, I hadn't met myself! AS I thought back to this time last week I couldn't remember having a blank period during the day. Mind you, how many people can remember every single moment of every single day, not many! As Jenny stood up I became very aware of the change in perception I was going through and knew that she must be feeling the same. The 6'2" frame standing in front of me looked massive to my petite 5'6", moreover, the weakened body I now found myself felt a little afraid of what this man could do to me. This caused me to act in a most irrational way, this was not going to be the only time I would do that I later found out, and I ran to him and attacked him with my curled up fists. This, of course, was totally ineffectual and this elicited two responses from him. The first was to laugh at my feeble attempts to hurt him and the second was to grab my arm and pull me over towards my old chair. I suddenly realised what I had triggered as I was put over his knee, my laboratory coat was raised and my panties lowered. I could feel my buttocks tense as I waited for the inevitable spanking but nothing could prepare me for the humiliation that I was about to endure. As his hand rained down on my backside I felt an intense burning sensation that soon turned to numbness as the sensitive skin I now had refused to acknowledge yet more pain. I was now experiencing, first hand so to speak, the helplessness and inferiority, as I judged it to be, of what it was to be female and I didn't like it one bit. All of this was forgotten as a completely different sensation started to make itself noticed to me. I was horrified as I felt a warmth and dampness starting around my new groin, for Gods sake, this was arousing me. My new body wept from the seemingly endless spanking (although in reality it had only been about ten times) and the utter humiliation as the new Daniel became aware of my arousal and stopped spanking me. "Well, well little girl" he said patronisingly, I can see from your reactions that you like being a girl don't you?". Before I could answer I felt the familiar sensation on the 'bounce back' occurring, and despite my wanting to spend more time in the past, I was profoundly grateful to find myself back in my own body. Jenny Walker What a wonderful experience and an unexpected bonus to find Daniel now in my body! I thoroughly enjoyed my time in Daniel's body and was thrilled to exact a little revenge for what those damn Kerslake's had put me through. I was delighted when he came at me as it gave me the perfect reason for dishing out some punishment and did I ever dish it out! I knew I was going to pay for it now though. As soon as Daniel gained his body back he looked across at me and I knew I had to get away. I pushed myself out of the cage and started to run for the door but was easily caught by Daniel's larger and stronger body. He gave me a beating like I had never before experienced and he held nothing back despite the fact that I was far weaker than he was. I realised, for the first time, just how much of a bully Daniel really was. I managed to detach myself as the assault upon me turned into the inevitable rape. He raised me as and took me from behind but couldn't manage to climax, I realised with some satisfaction, as he removed himself from by vagina and left my bruised and battered body lying on the laboratory floor. Despite my beating this episode had seemed like a triumph to me. Daniel's brief spell in my body must have effected him deeply, particularly when he had become aroused in it. I wondered how he now felt having experienced, albeit briefly, how limiting it can sometimes feel to be a woman and again wondered if this had possibly been the cause of his failure to climax? I was amazed at my ability to review my second rape in two days so dispassionately and for even noticing that his failure. His attack upon me had obviously happened to allow him to assert some form of control over me again but his lack of a climax had let him down and I gained some strength from that knowing, instinctively, that his manhood had felt threatened by his brief sojourn in my body. I wondered if he would be so keen to use the platform together ? He might have been nervous if at that moment he had seen the slight smile on my face. Daniel Kerslake, April 16th 2011 I may be an arrogant bastard but I felt very ashamed for the way I had treated Jenny. I had provoked her when she was in my body after all, and I didn't know how to face her again. I was also getting concerned that I seemed to be getting progressively aggressive each time I return from a trip and though today's experience may have provoked me I had still gone over the top. One thing I was determined about though, and that was this was not going to stop me travelling back, this was far too important to let this one bad incident, and my concerns, ruin such an achievement. I didn't see Jenny for another two days but, in that time, I decided I had to travel back again. I needed to understand why I had found myself, again, in Jenny's body when my own had been so near. The only thing that made any sense was that Jenny's platform must have been first within the circuit loop and she had arrived at the programmed destination nanoseconds to find my body the only one within the laboratory. Although my body must have been less sympathetic to her karma than her own she assimilated with the nearest thing to the centre of the target area. Whilst she was in the process of assimilation my own karma had found the next nearest host, that of Jenny just down the hallway performing her ablutions. It had just been bad luck for me, I reasoned! The day after my abuse of Jenny, I used the remote control unit to send myself back again. Jenny had set the default destination, for any trips back, as this laboratory for any time period I chose so I did not need her to programme the geographical co-ordinates for me. This time, with an increased voltage output, I managed to go back ten days. Once again I found myself back in Jenny's body despite the fact that my own body was standing close by. I should have been more than near enough to ensure that my own body was the easiest to meld to, but, it hadn't worked! I viewed this episode as much more serious than the previous occasions. I was disturbed that this was now an established pattern and that my, by now, regular assimilation's in Jenny's body was a pattern that would be hard to break whenever her body was in the target area during a regression. I determined to put my worries aside and, having established that I had indeed gone back further than my previous attempts and reached the ten day target, decided I would use the limited time available to me to explore Jenny's, and now my, body a little further from my new perspective. It was the strangest feeling being so close to my own body and seeing myself working so tirelessly. I remembered that this was the period before my relationship with Jenny had taken a drastic nose-dive. I was staring at myself, Daniel that is, rather intently and admiring myself thinking that I looked rather attractive when all of a sudden he became aware of me. He looked sideways at me and said "Is there anything the matter?". My heart missed a beat and was aware of a warm dampness within my groin, I couldn't believe this but I was actually turning myself on! This must be the ultimate masturbatory fantasy! "Eh, oh, nothing really" I replied hearing my new voice from the perspective of this body for the first time. I was amazed at how different both mine and Jenny's voice sounded from where I was now and the high-pitched timbre and smoothness had the effect of emphasising my now female weakness to me. "Eh, well "I just have to go to the bathroom", I said as I made my excuses and left the laboratory. I reached the bathroom and leant against the door and locked it. I felt a little faint and also quite aroused. The whole process of the regression had aroused me each time so far and this was no different. I felt a burning desire for some relief and removed my lab coat to see how I looked in my underwear. Jenny was wearing a pretty peach-laced bra, pretty, why had that word come to my mind?, with matching panties. I unbuttoned the bra with surprising ease and felt the unaccustomed weight of Jenny's unsupported breasts with a sense of wonderment. I took Jenny's delicate hands and rubbed the palm of them softly against her, I couldn't regard these yet as mine, nipples and almost collapsed from the sensations that this produced. Dropping my panties I ran my fingers against the outer labial lips and felt the warm lubrication that was seeping from within Jenny's vagina. As I spread the moisture softly against the hood of the clitoris I felt a strange contraction of the muscles within the vagina and wanted to give myself better access to my, Oh God, I called it MY!, cunt. I pulled the lab coat back around me and went to Jenny's bedroom. I made it without interruption and, removing the lab coat, lay back on the bed and spread my legs. I grabbed a nearby hair brush and inserted the handle into my pussy with my left hand while continuing to massage my clitoris with my right. With my current over excited state it didn't take long to climax and I tried to stifle my screams within my pillow but didn't really care whether I was successful or not, I was too far-gone to worry! As I returned to my senses I noticed that I had been in Jenny's body now for about half an hour, this was by far the longest I had managed to remain in the past yet! I wondered whether this was due to a better assimilation with Jenny's body or a by-product of the increased power levels? Now I had got over my initial state of arousal I could view this more objectively and I started to worry a little at my failure to return to my own body ten days into, what was from my current perspective, the future. A shiver ran down my spine as the thought passed through my mind that maybe there had been a power failure or something that had caused the platform to be powered down! If it had been damaged, or Jenny had failed to turn it back on, would I be stuck as Jenny? Sanity prevailed as I rationalised that this couldn't have happened or else I would not have had the memories of being Daniel for the intervening period between now and then. I gasped a sigh of relief and then felt the familiar sensation of the 'bounce back' pull me back to reality. I wondered what Jenny thought when she found her underwear on the bathroom floor with no recollection of how it got there? Jenny Walker, April 19th 2011 I had been avoiding Daniel for almost three days now but knew that he had continued to use the platform without my help. I wondered how successful he had been and how far back he had managed to go? Had he been regressing back into his own body or had he, again, returned to mine? I cast my mind back over the previous three weeks to see if I could remember any unexplained gaps in my memory ,or any strange occurrences. I could remember back to nearly two weeks ago when I had woken up in my bed stark naked and carrying all the signs of a recent sex session. At the time I put it down to a wet dream and working too hard but finding my underwear in the downstairs bathroom worried me a little, how had I been so bold? I knew that I had to re-join Daniel in running these experiments else I would have no way of knowing what would happen next or, what he would do to me! I knew that he would never forgive me for his perceived humiliation at my hands. I also wanted my revenge on him. He was a selfish and egotistical pig who had treated me like shit whenever he hadn't needed anything. He was due some payback for everything thing his family had done to both my mother and me and, after seeing his reaction during our shared trip, I think I knew exactly the way to provide it. I decided, for my own sake, to make my peace with him for the time being and went downstairs to the laboratory. Daniel Kerslake , April 20th 2011 When I went to the lab this morning I was really surprised to find Jenny there and reacting as if nothing at all had happened between us. This pleased me on a number of counts. I genuinely regretted my vicious assault on her, even if I didn't like her it had been no way to treat another human being and I did not like the thought that I could slip into a violent pattern so easily. My other main concern was that I really needed her help if I wanted to take this any further without letting someone else know all about this amazing discovery, the time for that was not right. I had definitely down played her involvement in this project. Sure, mine had been the brains that had dreamt up this concept, along with a little help from Sophie Mitchelson's inspirational fiction, and I had possessed the engineering skills to make the concept a reality. Despite this it was Jenny who had the scientific background, having majored in physics, that enabled us to programme and define the fine balance between the voltage and feedback more accurately following my first, I have to admit, lucky breakthrough. It was also her who had supplied the programming that enabled the fine pinpointing of the geographical co-ordinates that positioned where the karma would be when time caught up with it. This had been the most difficult part of the whole project if you wanted to end up somewhere safe and not in a rock somewhere! These magnanimous thoughts soon passed though, as my male chauvinistic instincts kicked straight back into gear. I mustn't let myself get too soft and I reminded myself that her cautious and conservative female instincts would never have conceived of the concept in the first place and, worse yet, would have prevented me attempting to test this on myself. I am sure that she may even have stopped me completely if she had been able to. No, it was me who deserved the glory but right now, I still needed her. I had better make an effort to show some contrition. "Hello Jenny, look, I am sorry about what happened the other day. I really do not know what came over me, I think it must have been the shock or something but I swear I'll never let it happen again" I said with as much remorse as I could muster as I viewed her still bruised skin wherever it was visible. She still sported the remains of a black eye! She was as cool as ice as she stared at me. I could see within her something I had never seen before. She seemed to assess me for a few seconds, calmly looking me up and down, and, it seemed to me that she had appeared to have decided on some sort of a decision. "I would rather not talk about this any more. If this ever, and I mean ever, happens again I will take whatever I know about your experiment to the wider scientific community and make sure that any further experiments are conducted under full scientific conditions". The bitch! She was threatening me. I held my tongue reminding myself, again, that I still needed her but I was beginning to regret ever taking her in! She continued, "I think that you should let me check everything over today. I am sure that you have been using this again", one look at my face confirmed this for her, "and this whole set-up cannot be considered robust yet. If you want to continue these experiments then it needs checking over. I can also check out these circuits so that each platform fires up simultaneously, I have no desire to appear in your body again. Besides, you look as though you could do with a rest, you have been pushing it far too hard recently, go out and catch up with the real world".