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I was inspired to this story after watching the movie Groundhog Day. There are other movies and stories using the same basic idea, but I wanted to add a new twist to it. The Day that Wouldn't End by Morpheus It started out pretty much like any other Saturday. I got up late, watched some cartoons on the tube, hung around being lazy for awhile, then finally got myself dressed up and started doing a little cleaning around my apartment. It wasn't a very big or impressive apartment, but being only 19 and it being the first place of my own, it was pretty good. Around noon my boss called me, saying that he needed me in at the store that night because James kid came down with the chicken pox, and he couldn't come in. I didn't mind too much since I could use the extra money and I didn't have anything else to really do. I figured that me, Kyle Lawrence would have had a steady girlfriend by now, but I didn't even have one of those to give me something to do, so instead, I sat around mostly in my spare time as a couch potato. Not a real exciting life. Before going to work, I wanted to run a few errands first so went out to drop off a few letters at the post office, and pick up a few things for around the house. It was pretty nice out so I didn't bother driving, finding it much more enjoyable to just walk. Besides, everything was fairly close, and why waste the gas. The store was pretty much as usual, with my loud mouth boss jumping down my neck every couple minutes. At least it seemed that way. He was some college boy who thought that since he was almost finished with his degree, that he was much better than me. What an ass. But he was my boss, so I tolerated him. Not like I had much choice if I wanted to keep the job. I mean, working as a checker at K Mart wasn't exciting or anything, but at least it paid my bills, and I'd been working there long enough to get a couple raises. It would have taken me awhile to get that good anywhere else, and they'd probably have asshole bosses too. It was a pretty boring night, and they made us stay open a bit later than usual because of some big hyped up nighttime sale. Whoopty doo. Finally the store closed to the customers, but like always I had to stay behind and help with all the store closing stuff. It kept me there for about another hour and a half. It was about 11:30 at night when I finally got off. Looking outside I wished that I had taken my car, even though its only 5 blocks from my house. It had been nice out earlier, but was getting really nasty looking now. The storm clouds were pretty heavy, and I even saw flashes of lightning in the distance. Shrugging in disgust, I wished I'd brought my coat, and just stared at the sky. Anne, who is one of the other checkers, saw me and took pity on me. She said her boyfriend was going to be picking her up, so she let be borrow her umbrella. I gladly thanked her, not even minding the garish yellow of the thing. At least it would keep me a bit dryer when it started raining. And then, just on cue, the rain started falling rather heavily. I waved goodbye to Anne and the other two guys who'd just gotten off too, and started walking home. I don't really know why they didn't offer me a ride, or why I didn't ask for one. Maybe it was just pride and stubbornness on my part and them knowing it. But looking back on things, I kinda wished that I'd asked. The rain splattered around me, and the wind kept making sure that the drops splattered me from the sides a bit, leaving my legs feeling soaked. Me shoes were all waterlogged, and squished miserably when I walked. Stubbornly I refused to let the weather stop me, so I just kept walking, getting a little nervous of the lightning flashes getting closer. It took a lot longer than usual getting home because of the weather, but finally I was almost home. I smiled, seeing the door to my apartment building only 50 feet away, feeling a little relieved. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was only 5 seconds till midnight. It was then that it happened. I suddenly saw a massive flash of light, and at the same time, felt a sudden burning all through my body, as well heard a massive crash that could only be thunder. The lighting had struck my umbrella, running straight through me. It all happened so quickly, that I barely registered that I'd been hit, when everything went black. Waking up, I instantly remembered what happened, knowing it was real. The pain and sudden shock had been too real to be just a dream. I wondered where I was, and why I didn't hurt. I didn't think I was dead, so I was probably in a hospital. I stopped, trying to take stock of myself before opening my eyes, and having to face whatever situation I was in. There wasn't any pain, but I noticed that I felt weird. I wiggled my fingers and toes a little, finding relief that I wasn't paralyzed or anything. I realized that I was probably burned by the lightning pretty badly, so they probably doped me up on morphine or something, then wrapped me up in bandages. That would explain the lack of pain, and the weird sensations I was getting. Still, that didn't seem right either. Opening my eyes, I prepared myself to face my hospital room. What my eyes saw certainly wasn't a hospital room, leaving me very confused. I sat up suddenly, looking around. I was in someone's bedroom. It was obviously a womans bedroom, because there were pink and white bedsheets, and frilly curtains, as well as lots of other tell tell signs. This left me extremely confused. Did some stranger find me and take me home to help me? I forced myself to stay calm, knowing that I wanted to see how much I was actually injured. I started patting myself, and when my hands hit my chest, I couldn't help but suddenly look down in surprise. My hands were sitting on two fairly large protrusions from my chest, and I actually felt my hands on them. I somehow had breasts. A womans breasts. I was about to scream, but noticed that my hands weren't right either. All I could do was mindlessly stare at the hands that I held up in front of my face. They had smaller, thinner fingers than mine, and slightly longer fingernails. I jumped up, realizing that I was wearing some sort of nightshirt as well. In a panic, I started patting my body, finding that I stuck out too far in places, and not quite far enough in others. Horrified, I put my hands down my panties and found nothing there. I pulled them off in a hurry, and couldn't help but stare at a soft feminine mound. Gasping, I pulled my hands back, not wanting to believe it could be real. How could this possibly have happened. I'd heard of being struck by lightning causing some weird things, but never anything like this. In shock, I just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at a wall, trying to get some kind of grip on what was going on. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a small mirror hanging on the wall. It took a few moments for its presence to really impact on me though. Slowly, and reluctantly I got up to my feet, and stumbled over to it. I felt the breasts shift horribly across my chest as I did so, making me cringe in disgust. It felt like huge blobs of jello just underneath my skin, and pulling down. I didn't like how much they weighed, feeling them pull down. I tried to put them out of my mind for a minute, and braced myself for the mirror. It was only big enough to show my face back clearly, but what I saw certainly wasn't my face, and had no signs of my face in it. It was a woman. She looked about 30 years old. God that was disgusting, I thought. Not only have I turned into some freakish woman, but I've also gotten old. I smiled nervously, watching the woman smile back. I couldn't believe this. The woman in the mirror had brown hair, cutting off about her, or I guess my, shoulders. She also had pierced ears. Disgusted, I stepped back, looking around for something to get dressed in. I may not have had any idea what was going on, but I sure as hell had no desire to walk around half naked. The less I saw of this body, the better. I found a bunch of clothes in the closet and dresser, and managed to start getting dressed. I sure was glad when I found some pants to wear. I'd been half terrified that this woman, whoever she was, only had skirts or something equally disgusting. When I saw the bra's, I decided that there was no way I was going to put one of those THINGS on, but after I turned around, and felt my breasts jiggle around, I quickly changed my mind. When I was finished dressing, in the simplest and most comfortable clothes I could find, I left that bedroom. I needed to find answers and I didn't think I was going to find them there. Still, I was badly scared. Afraid of what was going on. Carefully and slowly, I walked out, seeing that I was in what seemed to be a fairly nice house. I began to relax a little, when suddenly two shapes came shooting out of nowhere, grabbing at me. I screamed. Suddenly they were both screaming and crying too. "Mommy, Mommy" they both cried. I stopped screaming and could only stare at these two kids hanging onto my legs. They were crying and afraid. I'd scared them pretty badly with my scream, and I felt a little guilty about it for a second, then I shoved them off. The little boy looked about 6 years old, and the little girl looked like she was about 4. They were wiping tears from their eyes, and kept calling me "Mommy" I couldn't stand it. I screamed out, "I'm not your Mommy. I'm not your Mommy" I looked around panicked as they both started screaming again. "I'm a man!!" I yelled, trying to convince myself. "I ain't no one's Mommy. I'm a man!!" They only screamed louder and louder. Their cries were pounding through my head, and my panic only increased. Without thinking, I ran out the front door, only wanting to escape from that unbearable situation. I ran and ran, until I couldn't hear the children crying behind me anymore, and then I ran some more. I tried to ignore the jiggling of my breasts as I ran, pushing past people who gave me dirty glares. People stared at me oddly as I ran past, but I paid no attention, to intent on my own overwhelming panic and confusion. Finally I wore down, not knowing where I was. I stopped running and starting walking, panting hard from the exertion. I just wandered around, until I found a small park, where I sat down on a bench, trying to catch my breath. Looking around, I saw that it was starting to look like a pretty nice day, but that didn't really mean much to me at the moment. People were beginning to come to the park, and I didn't know what to do. I hated being seen like this. I was sure that everyone who looked at me would instantly know that I wasn't a real woman, and at the same time, horrified that they wouldn't. For a long time, I just sat, watching everyone and feeling sorry for myself. I tried remembering everything that had happened to me, trying to find some clue as to what caused this. The lightning was the only thing out of the ordinary, but still, that didn't make any sense either. I'd almost started to think that it was just some punishment from God for something. I stayed on the bench for a long time, until some guy came and sat down next to me. His presence made me uncomfortable, but I tried to ignore him as best I could. That was until he leaned over and grabbed my breast, and whispered something into my ear. I could feel my whole face turning red in a mixture of humiliation and anger. Angrily, I punched him as hard as I could, loving the loud crunch from his nose, and the look of absolute surprise as blood spurted from it. "I'm a MAN, GOD DAMMIT" I startled at him, making everyone stare at us. "I'm a Man" I repeated, trying to remind myself. Everyone was staring at me in particular now, while the guy who'd grabbed me ran off in a hurry, tossing nervous glances back at what he obviously thought was some crazy woman. I started to feel panicked again, and noticed a beat cop running towards me, obviously attracted by the commotion. This only confirmed my opinion that cops were just like lawyers and vultures, swooping down on anything messy so that they can feed. Of course I ran. It wasn't easy, but the cop looked even older than I did now, and I managed to avoid him. Fortunately nobody wanted to get involved and stop me, otherwise I couldn't have gotten away. I wandered the streets again for awhile, feeling extremely conspicuous, and trying not to stand out. Seeing a newspaper machine, I peaked through the window, hoping that the cover story might have something that might make some sort of sense of all of this, even if it happened to be a report of flying saucers. What surprised me though was that it was yesterdays report. At least I assumed that it was only the day before that I'd been struck. Shrugging, I started to walk on. After awhile, I started to find things familiar and realized where I was at. I smiled, feeling a little relieved for a change. I started heading towards the store, hoping that I could find Anne or someone else there that might believe I was me. I knew it was a longshot, but I didn't seem to have any other chance. Something that struck me odd, was when I got to the store, I saw that the big sign for the Saturday night sale was up. Somebody was really slacking in the store. Going in, I felt extremely nervous, and looked around. No one seemed to notice anything odd about me, which made me feel a little better. I saw Anne at a register and went up to her. "Anne" I said softly, "I need to talk to you, really bad" She looked at me confused. "Excuse me ma'am, I don't think I know you" "You do" I pleaded, "Just give me a chance to prove it" Reluctantly, she nodded and had someone else take her register for a moment, walking with me to a corner. "I know it'll sound unbelievable, but you have to believe me" I pleaded with her. "I'm really Kyle. Kyle Lawrence" She looked at me as if I were insane, which I can't say I blamed her for. "During that lighting storm last night, I got struck by lighting, and I woke up this morning as this woman" She looked at me nervously, and began to back away. "It was nice and clear last night" she said, "There wasn't any lightning" Shit, I thought. I must have been out longer than I thought. "Saturday then" I said, trying to make her believe. "Today's Saturday" she said, backing up, looking really afraid. "And there's Kyle now" she said, pointing at someone walking into the store. I stopped, unable to do anything but stare. It was me. He looked just like me. I screamed and ran at him. "Impostor" I yelled, "Give me back my body" tears were running down my cheek. He looked at me totally confused, panicking. I grabbed him as tight as I could and started shaking him. He didn't seem to have any idea what was going on. Then a couple people pulled me off of him, and held me tight, until the police arrived. I was led away in handcuffs, feeling humiliated and without hope. What chance did I have left? In the police station, they questioned me, and I told them everything. It was obvious from the beginning that they didn't believe a word I said, and thought I was lying. But after repeating questions, they finally seemed to believe that I believed it at least. They told me that they were charging me with abandoning children, two counts of assault and battery, and several other things. Then as they were leading me back to my cell, I heard them talking about bringing the shrink to see me. Just great I thought. Now, not only am I suddenly a woman with two children, but I'm a crazy lady with a police record too. In my cell, I sat, nervously looking over at the hooker sitting across from me. I'm sure that I would have felt nervous, but I was too full of self pity to care. As I was sitting there, I was feeling pretty tired. I'd been going for awhile, and it was getting rather late. One woman in the corner kept giving me dirty glances, when suddenly, lightning struck. One second I was just sitting there, then the next, my whole body was burning in pain. Again, everything went black. Waking up, I shivered, afraid of what I would find. On opening my eyes, I was pleased to find that I was a man again. Sighing in relief, I got out of bed, looking around. There was a woman in the bed next to me, still asleep, and I didn't want to wake her. Certainly not until I knew more about where I was. Carefully I got dressed, being as quiet as I could. I found a wallet next to the bed, and made sure to grab it. While getting dressed, I'd noticed that I seemed to be a little overweight, but I'd been too happy at being a guy again to really care much. Looking at the drivers license in the wallet, I saw that it said Cody Salinger. Age 41, and married. I shuddered. I was over twice my own age, and I really started to feel ancient. Looking out the door, I saw the newspaper and picked it up. Again, it said that today was Saturday. The same day, again. I didn't know what was going on, but I was scared still. When the woman woke up, I pretended to be her husband, not wanting a repeat of what happened the day before. I had a slightly better understanding this time of what was going on, but I wanted to know more, and I certainly wouldn't find out in a mad house. She accepted me as her husband, but seemed to notice some differences. I hoped that she wouldn't pay too much attention to them. For most of the morning, I sat with her, drinking coffee and listening to her as she talked on and on about nothing. It was a bit annoying, but also kind of soothing in some other way. Later on, I told her that I wanted to go for a walk, which seemed to surprise her. I guessed that this Cody wasn't into fitness. I passed it off though saying that I wanted to start getting in shape. She seemed a bit curious, but didn't question me again as I left. I went to the park that I'd been at the day before, wanting to see if I could run into the previous me. I sat down on a bench across from where I sat before and waited. Watching the people, I noticed that they were doing the exact same things, saying the same things. It was as if I somehow rewound the whole day, and then pushed play again. The only real oddity was that the "me" from yesterday never showed up at all. Finally, I left, and went over to the store. I watched, and again I saw no sign of "me" showing up at all. At least not the female me. The male me, the real me walked in the same as usual, acting as if there was nothing wrong. Confused, I hung around watching, noticing that the other me was doing the exact same things I'd done several days before. It was very odd for me, yet interesting at the same time. Finally I left, wanting to get back to this Cody's home before the weather started getting bad, which I knew that it would. That night, I went to bed around 11. I felt so tired and weak compared to usual. I just laid in bed, trying to get to sleep, hoping that somehow this would all end. As I was finally drifting to sleep, the lighting struck. Once again, I woke up in a strange place. This time, I was very afraid as a giant woman grabbed me. Looking down, I realized that she wasn't a giant. I was a little kid. That scared me pretty badly, but I forced myself to keep control. I found that I seemed to be a little boy about 5 years old. Not knowing what else to do, I pretended to be this little boy, surprised that I felt so energetic and full of life. It was like I was a little hyper or something. I waited the day out, finding out that, yes, it was the same Saturday over again. That evening, I was put to bed early, but suddenly woke up again, by the lightning hitting. I don't know how it kept hitting me when I was in doors or kept following me, only that it did. Waking up, I found that I was a very weak, and very tired. I felt something stuck down my throat, and I couldn't sit up. Slowly, I raised my hand into my vision, and saw that it was horribly wrinkled, and with liver spots. Somehow, I had turned into an old person. A very old person. I didn't even know if I was male or female this time. It didn't seem to matter though. I hurt, and felt miserable. After awhile, I felt a great pressure in my chest. I heard the monitors next to me going off, and a bunch of doctors and nurses rushed in, trying to help me. Nothing they did seemed to do any good, and I remember slipping off, sort of fading and everything going black. I woke up again, absolutely thrilled to be alive. I'd died. Not been struck by lightning, but actually died. Probably by a heart attack it seemed. This time, when waking up and discovering that I had breasts, I didn't mind quite so much, knowing that I'd probably lose them again at the end of the day. I got up, and stretched, amazed at how good I felt. So lithe and flexible. I was obviously in a fairly young body. It seemed to be pretty well shaped too, with fortunately, not overlarge breasts. When I looked in the mirror, I stopped, and gasped in shock. Looking back at me was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life. It wasn't that she looked like a model, though I'm sure she could have been if she'd wanted to. It was something else. She seemed to have a different kind of beauty. I couldn't place just what it was though. She had reddish brown hair, cut into a sort of pageboy cut, and she had green eyes. She looked to be about 17 or 18. Her nose turned up just slightly, and she seemed to have a smile etched on her face. I know, I was inside her body, but it seemed as if a smile belonged there, and was completely natural. As if the face muscles automatically pulled my lips into the familiar smile. I think I fell in love at that moment. I didn't even know the girl, but everything about her apartment, her clothes and her face, all made me fascinated by her. Whoever she was. This time, when I got dressed, I put on a pair of nice shorts, and a cute shirt. I didn't want to make myself any more feminine than possible, but somehow, I didn't want to dishonor her, so at least made myself up to look nice. When I was done, I tried putting a thin layer of makeup on, wanting to see what she'd look like with it on. I did a horrible job, so immediately took it off. I found a drivers license, saying that her name was Caitlen Barnes, and smiled at that name. I liked it. Finally able to move around again, I went checking things at Cody's home and at the store. It seemed as if the world was continuing on just as before, repeating the same day, with me being the only difference. I'd take over once persons life, then the next day, the whole thing would be completely erased, and I'd be in another persons. Nothing I did made any difference at all. I didn't really like that idea. I was trapped, and just realizing how much so. I took advantage of being Caitlen to find out as much about her as I could. I actually enjoyed being a female that day. I certainly had no interest in having sex with any guy, and I had no intention of even masturbating in this body just to see what it was like. That would have been like violating Caitlen. I didn't even stare at her body naked. At least no more than I did when I first woke up. That took a lot of self control, and was a lot of temptation. For dinner, I ate a very light meal, not wanting to ruin her diet if she was on one, even though I knew that was ridiculous. Nothing I did would have any effect whatsoever, but I just wanted to help her anyways. Finally when midnight was coming, I was almost regretful of leaving her body, while at the same time looking forward to it so that I could meet the real Caitlen. I smiled this time when the lighting struck me, ignoring the pain, and hoping that Caitlen suffered none of it. Next time, I was horrified to discover myself as an infant baby. God I hated that. I felt so helpless and couldn't do anything at all. It might not have been so bad if my "Mother" had breast fed me, but instead I kept getting this bottle stuffed down my throat. And those diapers. I HATE wearing diapers and having no bowel control. The next day, I found myself as a man again. I was about 25 years old, and headed over to introduce myself to Caitlen. When I saw her, she was with another girl, leaving her house. I followed behind them, not letting them see me. I followed them to the mall where they were shopping, and I started to feel guilty. I was stalking her. I told myself that it was only because I loved her, but it didn't ease my guilt too much. I spent the whole day following her, and left when she got home that night. The next day I found myself as a young woman. I found that I was 27 years old, and had a rather attractive figure. It also turned out that I'd jumped into the body of a cop, and she was expected at work. Her partner came over, and picked me up, and I had to pretend that I'd overslept to cover up my forgetfulness. I should have claimed I was sick so I wouldn't have had to go, but the alarm was all I could think of at such short notice. I found it rather interesting to go out as a cop, dressed in that stupid uniform. I did learn quite a few things about police and what they do as well, so it was definitely a productive day, even though I wasn't happy to have been taken away from Caitlen. The next day though was hell again. I woke up in the body of a 4 year old girl, and was horrified to see a woman that I immediately recognized as the woman I first turned into. This time, I'd become that little girl I'd left behind crying. I didn't have a choice though so I reluctantly put up with being little Cindy for the day. I wasn't scared of these changes anymore, but instead was hating them. Well some of them. It all seemed so random. I'd jump from one person to the next, then live the whole day over again as that new person. I never knew who I was going to be, and I spent far too much time as a female and as a kid for my taste. The next day I ended up being a 50 year old man, then the next a 35 year old woman with a severe weight problem. I could barely move around, I had so much fat. I felt like a blimp. I was really glad when that one was over. Finally I got into a boy about my own age. He even looked familiar, so I wondered if I knew him from somewhere. Maybe from school. I went to the mall, knowing that Caitlen would be there along with that girl friend of hers. I smiled waiting. When she showed up, I introduced myself to her, pretending to not know who she was. We started to get along pretty well, and I was happy that my assessment of her personality was fairly close. She was sweet, charming, and had a nice sense of humor. I laughed at her jokes, and I think that she was starting to really like me. Her friend, whom I found out was named Angela, didn't seem so fond of me, but I didn't care. I just wanted to spend time with Caitlen. Sadly, the day had to come to an end, and they left on their own, beginning to get nervous about my hanging on I guess. Sadly I watched them leave, then waited for the lightning. The next several weeks was a series of different bodies, and I managed to get close to Caitlen several times, but never too close or too friendly. And always, at the end of the day, it was over and I had lost all progress I'd made. I was beginning to get very stressed about this, and it showed to Caitlen the last time I met her. She took me for an asshole, which I don't blame her considering the way I acted. I was getting bored, wanting to be able to do something with her, go on a date or something. When I tried to insist on a date that night, she got badly offended and yelled at me. I felt bad about it, but didn't know what to do. Life no longer seemed to have any purpose for me anymore. The next time, I found myself lying on a mattress on a floor. I was a woman again, and by my curves, a rather attractive one. It seemed to be fairly late in the day, and as I was getting up, some guy barges in, saying "Hey Bitch, get busy" He looked like he was rather mean, and I thought he'd probably turn to violence very quickly. This proved to be so, since when I didn't move fast enough, not understanding what he wanted, he grabbed me roughly and slapped me. "Here Honey" said another girl who'd walked up, "Let me help you" The girl was very sexily dressed, and gave me a similar costume to wear. It even had high heels. Reluctantly, I put it all on, afraid that "Mr. Mean" over there would hurt me. Once I was done, the girl started putting makeup on me quickly, obviously being impatient and annoyed at my not doing what I was apparently supposed to. Once I was all done, I looked into the mirror, then stopped, staring at my reflection. I was a very good looking girl of about 16 or 17. What caught my eye wasn't the dirty blonde hair, the big boobs or the dark blue eyes. It was the fact that I was dressed up like a major slut, with dark red lipstick, overdone makeup, and big ear rings. The clothes were horrible, but very sexy. Horribly, it suddenly dawned on me. I was in the body of a hooker, ready to go out and do "business". "Shit" I said When my pimp tried making me sleep with a guy, I refused. He beat me, then raped me. I hated it, feeling like I had no power, no ability to do anything. He treated me like I wasn't even a person, then when he was done fucking me, leaving me in pain, he made me clean up, and go to the next "customer" or else he said he'd kill me. I believed he'd do it too. When the "customer" came in, I was disgusted and didn't want anything to do with him, but I was afraid not too. He started rubbing my nipples, and I hated it, but I actually started to get aroused, and horny. I couldn't believe it, and I hated myself for doing it, but I forced myself to have sex with him, hating myself more for enjoying it. I wanted to escape, to find a way out, but there wasn't any way for me to escape. I seriously considered suicide, knowing that I'd just come back, but there wasn't anything I could use. I had a little time to clean up and make sure my makeup was done again, then I had another "customer" come in. This one wanted a blow job. I hated myself for doing it, but I gave him one, afraid that the pimp would hurt me pretty badly if I didn't. I'd never realized how bad some women had it, how weak and helpless they could be, and I was getting a first hand lesson. When I was done giving the guy the blow job, I could still taste it in my mouth, and hated it. I found the purse of the girl I was supposed to be and dug through it, looking for breath mints or something. Instead, the only thing I found in there besides the makeup and some condoms was a pack of cigarettes. I hated cigarettes, but the taste of that stuff still in my mouth was enough motive for me to start smoking, hoping that the taste of the cigarette would kill off the taste of the guy. I carefully put the cigarette in my mouth, then lit it with the lighter, and sucked in. I choked for a few seconds, but took another puff, wanting to deaden my taste buds. I found that it wasn't quite as bad as I expected, and it killed the taste of the cum in my mouth. I had to have sex and give blow jobs to 7 more customers that night, and I found myself smoking a cigarette after each of them, even when I didn't have to give blow jobs. It took my mind off the disgusting things I was doing, and how much my body seemed to desire them. I was never so glad as when I changed that night. I found myself in the body of some 29 year old woman, with her husband next to me. I wasn't happy about it, especially when he insisted on sex first thing in the morning. Remembering what I'd just gone through, I somehow still felt afraid, and let him have me. When I found that the woman was a smoker and had a pack of cigarettes next to the bed, I thankfully reached for one. After this, I'd lost hope of ever getting back to normal, or even getting Caitlen. Nothing I did mattered at all, and nothing lasted. Angrily, I started lashing out at everyone around me, in whatever form I was in. As a child, I was considered a total brat. I horrified a mother once when in the body of a 5 year old girl, I lit up one of her cigarettes and smoked it in front of her. I didn't like them, but I didn't really care anymore. Mostly I enjoyed shocking other people and messing with others lives. After all, what can it really hurt. I called up boyfriends and girlfriends and broke up with them. I'd cheat on the persons wife, or even husband, and then flaunt it in front of them. I became a woman so many times, and had sex as a woman so many times, that it no longer bothered me being one gender or the other. I was equally comfortable in either, which is to say, not very. I loved calling peoples bosses up, and yelling I Quit and insulting them. I loved going in and robbing stores, as little old ladies or little kids. I even committed suicides, shocking families, and a few times, I even shot a few people. I felt I was in hell, with no chance at redemption. I had no idea how it started, and didn't know if it would ever end. I lost count of how many people I became, going through life after life, one person after another, and hating myself all through them. I did notice that I never became the same person twice, and wondered if I'd just live the same day over again through the lives of every person in that city. And once I did, would I keep doing it until I had been every person on the planet for that one day? And even then, if I did, when I'd been everyone, what would happen then? Would I be free, or would I start over again? Then one day, I woke up as Anne. I was shocked, and surprised. I'd become people I knew before, but not an actual friend. I didn't want to ruin her life, so I went to work as Anne, finding it peaceful to do my old job again. To actually be with my friends, joking with them and laughing. I found it extremely odd talking to my original body, from the other side of conversations we'd been in before. And as we were leaving, I looked at the horrible weather, the same storm I'd seen every night for God knows how long, and handed him the umbrella I was carrying. I thought it appropriate, and rather sad. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. What if I stopped him from ever being struck by the lighting? Would I be free then? The thought was a new one. In all the time I'd been trapped like this, it had never even occurred to me. I was about to chase after my other self, to stop him, when a car pulled up, and Anne's boyfriend called me to get in. I tried to argue with him for a moment, and he agreed that we could go meet up with the other me. He obviously thought I was a little off my rocker. Bit I didn't care. Unfortunately, as we pulled out of the parking lot, the car slid in a puddle, and smashed against a light pole. By the time we got out, I looked up, and was horrified to see a flash of lighting go down in the distance, just as it struck me. Waking up, I realized immediately that I was female again. It didn't bother me in the slightest, having long since gotten used to it. I got up, realizing that I was in fairly good shape, and looked in the mirror. I gasped in surprise. I was Angela. Caitlens best friend. I smiled, finding this extremely good fortune. Feeling carefee, and hopeful for the first time in a long time, I took great joy in dressing up in the same set of clothes that I'd seen Angela wearing countless times. I looked in the mirror smiling. Happily I went over to Caitlens house, exactly as Angela had, and went with her to the mall. I'd met her as a girl her own age several times before, but this is the first time I was in someone that she viewed as a long time friend. Her best friend. She opened up to me and talked about everything that was important to her, and I found myself falling in love with her again, remembering why I loved her. That night, as the storm was beginning, I waved goodbye to Caitlen, not wanting to leave her, but having something else in mind. I walked over to my own apartment, which I hadn't been inside of since the first time this happened. I'd almost forgotten what it looked like inside. What my old life had been like. I stood in a door frame just a little ways away, not wanting to get any wetter than I needed to. I certainly hoped that Angela didn't get a cold because of this, then laughed because I was actually caring about what happened to someone again. Waiting, I saw my old body walking along, looking completely miserable and soaked to the bone. I remembered it very clearly, how miserable I'd felt when it was me. I waited, then looked down at the small watch on my wrist. I broke into a run, hoping that I could time this right, and jumped on my old body from behind. Just as I grabbed my old body, the lighting struck. I woke up, feeling odd, and uncomfortable. Fearfully, I opened my eyes, and was startled to see a hospital room. I forced myself to sit up, and grunted as the pain hit me. I realized I was male, but had a few bandages on me. "Mr. Lawrence?" the nurse asked. "How do you feel?" I felt fantastic. It took me a few seconds to realize that she'd called me by my own name. I felt like dancing. Except that I hurt a bit. "You were pretty lucky" she said. "Last night, both you and that girl you were with were struck by lightning" I was startled for a second. Angela is here too? "You both suffered only minor burns and should be ready to leave in just a couple hours" She smiled at me, and I smiled back. In fact, I seemed to remember being this nurse once. "The only thing is," the nurse, named Michelle if I remembered right, "The girl you were found with, Angela Kincaid. She seems to have suffered memory loss, and can't remember a thing from yesterday" I chuckled at that. She must be pretty confused about now. As I was sitting up, Angela walks into the room, dressed in the hospital gown. She looked at me curiously for a minute then said "I don't remember ever meeting you. But, for some reason, I think that you and a friend of mine would make a cute couple" I laughed, feeling full of life and hope. Now that I was free, I actually had a chance with Caitlen. Once I met her of course, but Angela seemed to be ready to take care of that for me. I had tried to knock my younger self away, before the lightning struck, but I'd been too slow. I don't know if the two lightning bolts canceled each other out, or what scared me more, I freed myself, by transferring the curse to him in the first place. That thought left me shivering, but that was all over. Life is good, and you never know what tomorrow will bring. The End