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The name Volger's Syndrome is invented for the purposes of this story. The
condition it describes however is real, but thankfully rare.
This is the complete text. replace part 1 with this.
The great shift:
Voices in her head.
by nanomage
The set up was elaborate. The old house had high ceilings and large rooms,
perfect for movie shoots. The owner, an old man in a wheelchair by the name
of John Barret, rented the place out to movie crews as a supplement to his
social security. Today there was a shoot for a soft-core bondage film. Such
shoots were usually nonunion, this time the shoot was sanctioned and all the
crew was union. Even the actors were SAG, though SAG would rather they
not be.
Richard Kelly was a moderate fan of light porno, but even soft-core bondage
was a bit to much for him. But you don't turn down a sanctioned shoot when
the union sends you. This shoot had a short camera crew, cameraman,
dolleyman, and a film loader. Rick handled the camera and the two dummys,
and he knew both the dolley man and the loader.
He inspected the work the camera crew had done, this was a three camera
shot, the main one on a curved dolley track, the two dummys set at angles
from above for static shots, but synched to the main. The set was, of course,
a bedroom. The soundman had his setup in the hallway outside. Everything
was in order, he was ready from his end.
He gave his people a break, and went to find craft services. he found them set
up in the house's kitchen. He got a cup of coffee and a bagel, and figured on
waiting for the Director to call them back when they were ready to shoot. A
dark haired man leaned against the kitchen table, talking to a blonde woman,
both of them wearing strap leathers under their bathrobes. Obviously Talent.
A Black girl, about twenty or so sat in a chair, a book in her hands, and a
Walkman on her head, which was bobbing slightly to the music, rattling the
beads woven into her elaborate braids. Even the bathrobe she wore could not
hide the immense size of her breasts. She had a dozen piercings in her ears
and a diamond stud in her left nostril.
"Tawanda here was the best find I have ever had." The man said. "There is
nothing that she can't be talked into doing. I have her boobs pumped up to a
tripleH cup, and she has just about everything pierced. I'd have gotten her
tattooed as well, but her skin is too dark to really show them off. And all it
took was the right word at the right time."
"So, she's very Submissive?", the blonde asked. "it will certainly make the
shoot more fun."
The man smiled, "Better than that, she has a brain chemistry glitch called
Volger's syndrome. Without medication she can't tell the difference between
her own thoughts and words spoken by other people. It's like she is in a
hypnotic trance. A word here, a suggestion there. and she thinks she came up
with it all on her own."
"Really? that is so bizarre. I'd like to see that."
"Right now she is off medication, I always take her off before a shoot. That's
why she is listening to the tape, so she doesn't do anything strange from
having overheard something. Watch."
The man stepped over the girl, and lifted off one of the earpieces. "Tawanda,
we are going to do the shoot in a while, do you know your lines?"
The girl nodded, then she put a hand to her chin, "I know my lines Jeffery.
its not like it takes a rocket scientist to spout this drivel."
"Its an easy bondage scene, not to much to it." He paused, "That blonde is a
bit of a dog, maybe if I barked a couple times she would feel more at home."
He put the earpiece back on.
A second later the girl barked twice at the blonde and went back to reading.
"What is really surprising is that she has a genius level IQ, but she has to put
steel chains through the rings of her pussy piercings and a padlock so she
doesn't have sex with every guy with an idea."
Rick did not know whether to puke or put that creep in the hospital. He
quickly left the room and went back to the set. He had to make up his mind
fast, but every option he came up with would not work. There was one thing
he could do. dialing the Union rep on his cellphone, he rehearsed his speech.
"Bob, this is Rick out at the shoot, I think we need to pull out"
"Why, is there a problem out there, nonunion people?"
"No, I just heard something that make me think that one of the actors is not
legally competent to be on this kind of shoot."
"Shit, Rick, Are they shooting with kids?"
"No, not kids. but one girl has some kinda brain damage. I don't think she
can legally make the choice to be here."
"You should take that up with SAG, Listen. You are the one there, you can
call the walkout, but its your job if you're wrong."
"Thanks, Bob, that's really helpful." Rick said sarcastically.
"I know Rick. Welcome to the real world."
People began to fill out the set. The actors came in and the blonde and Jeffery
began to tie Tawanda to the bed. With her bathrobe off he could see she had
her nipples and navel pierced as well as her pussy, which, exactly as Jeffery
had stated had a thin steel chain laced between several dozen piercings and a
small gold padlock.
"Jeese, ya see that?" Red, the dolleyman said.
"Yeah, she must be so hot that she could knock yer balls right outa bed and
onto the street.!" said Carl, the film loader.
"I've never seen tits half that big, waddaya think, basketball size?"
"Naw, I'd say soccer balls, I'd love to do a header with her."
"Shut up you union Goons!" said Rick with more force than he intended.
Jeffery pulled the ropes tied to Tawanda's legs high, forcing her hips off the
bed. The Blonde tied her arms, then looped a rope pulling her elbows out,
bringing her hands to her face. and tied those to the head of the bed. Jeffrey
added a blindfold.
"Jeffrey, it hurts."
"Tawanda, I can drop it a bit, or we can add something to brace your back."
The blonde spoke quietly to Tawanda, but Rick overheard it. "Jeffery it's OK
now, I can take it."
Tawanda said, "Jeffery, it's OK now, I can take it."
Jeffery gave the blonde a look, shrugged his shoulders, but left the ropes
alone.
Rick could not take it anymore. Now he was certain that the girl was being
abused. "Red, Carl, Walkout, now, I cleared it with the Rep. Grab your gear
and hit the street."
The director moved to block the door, "What the hell do you mean,
Walkout?"
Rick pulled the director aside, "Listen, I saw the act that this thug pulled with
the girl here earlier, I intend to see him up on charges for cruelty to the
disabled for what he is doing." He pointed to the blonde. "And what that
bitch just did was evil."
Carl and Red were out the door. Rick was about to follow.
Then the tremblor hit. one solid jerk that dropped the camera on its side, then
a long roll that toppled furniture and people. Rick felt a tearing "something"
in his head as he collapsed on top of it. The last thing he felt was the camera
roll over on him.
* * *
:there are still two people in that room, will you all shut up and start helping
me?:
Rick's first sensation was pain in his hips and spine, his legs felt as if they
were pulled upwards. Something heavy pinned his arms to his chest up by
his chin. It was dark, how long had he been out? Had the building collapsed?
he had been on the floor, his position only made sense if the room he had
been in had fallen into the floor below it. Struggling did no good, he was
wedged in too firmly. He tried to speak, He could think the words but
nothing happened, he tried again and managed a moan.
:I can see the camera guy. You two, dig him out: Rick wondered why he
would think that, it made no sense. He managed to moan again. : Doesn't
look too bad. Just drag him out. Yeah. get his arm.: Now Rick was
confused. No one was touching him, and his thoughts made no sense. was
he dreaming? Dying?
:I can see my body. There's a lot of junk on her but she came through OK.:
That mix of thoughts was completely insane. Had he been struck in the head?
it felt OK. : What's going on here? Where is all this crap in my head coming
from?:
:Oh shit, she's verbalizing, she's awake. Get my tape player. And everybody
shut up. All we are doing is confusing her.:
Shortly he felt hands on his face, slipping something over his ears, another
something was pulled from his face and he blinked in the sudden light. The
face of the blonde girl was his first sight. she held Tawanda's tape player in
one hand and a pad of paper in the other. he could see the director and Jeffery
pulling a chunk of wood off his chest. She set the Walkman down. and
began to write on the pad. The warm sounds of an orchestra started playing.
The blonde turned to pad for him to read.
WHO ARE YOU?
:I'm Rick, why are you asking me that?:
She wrote on the pad again.
VERBALIZE, TOUCH YOUR CHIN. FEEL THE WORDS COME
OUT.
He tried again, "I'm Rick, can't you tell, am I that badly hurt?" the men had
the wood chunk, off him now, but there was still something heavy on his
chest, and his arms couldn't move. The woman turned said something and
returned to writing.
THE EARTHQUAKE, IT WAS NOT NORMAL. THE NEWS SAYS IT
WAS AN ALIEN DEVICE EXPLODING. STRANGE AS IT MAY
SOUND, BUT ALMOST EVERYONE IN THE WORLD CHANGED
BODIES. YOU ARE NOT IN YOUR ORIGINAL BODY, YOU ARE IN
MINE. TAWANDA'S
Rick had a sudden sick chill. It all made sense. If she were in Tawanda's
body, then she was tied up for the bondage scene. And the weight on her
chest were Tawanda's, her, huge breasts. And a sudden terror, that meant
she had a brain disease, one that made her little else but a sex toy. A minute
later, when the ropes were cut, she confirmed it by touching her massive
mammaries. She was too stunned to consider the erotic possibilities. to her,
they felt like two large lumps of flesh.
She sat on the bed, and cried silently. Running her hand down to her crotch,
she encountered the lock and chain, which caused a fresh wave of terror.
Suddenly she jumped up, holding the tapeplayer that was her only link to
normal thought patterns, looked about the barely damaged room, and bolted
for the bathroom. The cracked mirror showed her worst fear, she was inside
that sexually distorted girl's body. She hung against the sink, as her knees
tried to buckle. The crack in the mirror caught her attention, and she realized
that she could tear out a shard, and cut her wrists. End it all before she was
compelled by Volger's syndrome to do things that she could not even
contemplate.
Tawanda opened the door and saw Rick looking at the mirror. She spun the
girl around and pulled the headphones off. :Don't even think about that, its
not so bad.:
"But you know what it's like! How can I live like this? In terror of never
knowing my own mind and will?" she wailed.
:The medications work very well, if you remember to take them, and don't
have someone telling you not to. I brought you some, take it and in an hour
or so you will be almost normal.:
Tawanda picked up the pad and paper.
I AM NOT GOING TO COERCE YOU OR FORCE YOU TO TAKE THE
MEDICATION, AND I SEE NO NEED TO MAKE YOU A SEX TOY, AS
JEFFERY DID TO ME. I HAVE YOUR CLOTHES. I WANT TO TAKE
YOU HOME WITH ME. YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO DEAL WITH
THE ILLNESS, AND I WANT SOMEONE AROUND WHEN HE SHOWS
UP, WHEREVER HIS SICK TWISTED SOUL WENT.
Rick swallowed the pill Tawanda gave her, any relief from this was
something she desperately wanted. Volger's was far more terrifying the mere
fact of being female. The clothing was welcome as well. Bra, panties, T shirt
and pants. simple, basic. The bra was a front latcher, and seemed to be
heavily underwired. The rest of the clothes were not difficult, however the
feeling of the lock pressed against her crotch and the nipple rings in the bra
was mildly uncomfortable. the headphone went back on.
"What happened to the rest of us?" she asked.
THE OLD MAN GOT JEFFERY'S BODY, I EXPECT HE'LL LIKE IT,
JEFF WAS HUNG LIKE A HORSE. I GOT THIS GIRLS BODY, HER
NAME WAS CLAIRE. CLAIRE GOT THE OLD MAN'S BODY, BUT
SHE GOT LUCKY, SHE HAD A STROKE AND DIED IN THE
TRANSFER, WE ONLY KNOW BECAUSE SHE LASTED LONG
ENOUGH TO TELL US. THE DIRECTOR HAS YOUR BODY. A
COUPLE OF US DID NOT CHANGE BODIES. YOUR FRIENDS GOT
THE BODIES OF TWO TEENAGE GIRLS WHO WERE PASSING BY
OUTSIDE. JEFFERY IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN.
"OK, I'll go with you for now, until I figure out what to do."
The trip to Tawanda's house was short. but on the way they saw a lot of
people wandering around, confused, and others coping with the damage from
the earthquake. A few cars wrecked, and a fire here and there. Other than the
mass body switch, the damage did not look too bad. The house was a nice
tract home on a double size lot at the end of a dead end street, and seemed
intact. Inside, there was a lot of things knocked off shelves and some toppled
furniture, but no real damage.
Tawanda pulled the headphones off Rick. "Can you tell now that I am
talking to you?"
There was a weird echo of thought in Rick's mind, but she could tell that it
was not her own thought, and she heard Tawanda's voice as a voice.
"Yes, it isn't even close to normal, but I can tell the difference. she sighed in
relief.
"You're still mildly suggestible so don't think that that you are safe. I worked
out some basic rules of survival. ONE: do not watch TV or listen to the radio
without someone you trust around. Better to watch taped shows that you
know have no commercials or situations that you would not like to emulate.
TWO: Books and computers are safe. THREE: always take your meds. twice
a day, on the clock, never delay a dose. FOUR: always have music around
that has no vocals, of has vocals in a language you do not understand. FIVE:
earplugs when you go out. always, pretend you're deaf."
"I had better add SIX: Never let anyone near this lock. Oh, does this have a
key?"
Tawanda smiled, "Yep. In my room"
She led Rick to a bedroom, inside was rack after rack of books, most of them
still on the racks. In the corner was a computer. A queen sized bed with pink
covers, a vanity with a ring of lights around the mirror at one side and a full
sized poster of Tawanda lying nude on the same bed over it. On the vanity
was a chain with a key.
"That's the key, and you better use it, if you keep your stuff bound up like
that you get skin infections. I only wore the lock when I was out of the
house. That door leads to the bathroom. I am going to set the alarms. you get
comfortable."
Alone, and no longer in complete terror of her situation, Rick began a
serious look at the body she probably would spend the rest of her life in.
Most of her hair was in long thin braids, with colored beads woven in, the
few bits out of the braids was tightly curled and frizzy. The braids went
halfway down her back. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate and the
pigmentation was smooth, only the palms of her hands and the bottoms of
her feet were lighter in shade. The face had strong cheekbones and a sharp
chin, the eyes were large and so dark she could barely tell the iris from the
pupil. The nose, a bit sharper and less flared than a full African, and the lips
full but not too full. Her face was pleasant, but by no means a beauty queen.
She pulled off the T-shirt and unhooked the bra. The huge breasts did not
droop far, just enough to accommodate the size. The aureole were three
inches across, and nipples themselves about a half inch wide and an inch
long. Two gold rings went through the flesh just below the nipples, each
about an inch and a half in diameter. She ran her hands over the breasts,
trying to find where the implants lay, but the contour was smooth. The touch
was pleasant, but not overtly stimulating. A light tug on the rings gave a more
intense sensation. Under her arms she found two small scars, where the
implants had been inserted. The ring in her navel was not very interesting at
all, it was there, that's all she could say about it.
Dropping her pants, She looked at the thighs and hips. The hips were wide,
and the buttocks very round and firm. The thighs were lean and muscular,
and there was a gap between her legs when she stood up. She closed her eyes
and counted slowly to five, then she dropped the panties, then opened them.
her pubic mound was fleshy, and devoid of hair, she ran a finger over it and
could find no stubble. Checking under her arms and down her legs she found
only smooth skin. Apparently she had no body hair.
Now for the hard part. Her labia, slightly darker than the normal skin, about
as dark as the aureole, was pierced a dozen times on each side, from the very
top of the cleft to the anus. The steel chain laced through the small rings and
terminated at the top with the tiny padlock. her breathing deepened and she
realized that this area was very responsive to touch. Grasping the key, she
undid the lock, gasping in surprise at the wonderful intensity of the
sensation, and again as she unlaced the chain. The warm wet feeling of her
arousal was stunning in it's clarity. The nipples hardened, and she knew that
they too needed her attention, but first she had to see it all. She slid a finger
carefully along the cleft and spread the labia. There it was, the holy grail of
womanhood, the clitoris and vagina. Her free hand kneaded a nipple as the
other traced the contours of her new sex. Now her whole body vibrated with
need, but she could no go further, it was too much. She pulled her hands
from her body, and grabbed the vanity. She breathed deeply and tried to slow
her racing heart.
:Rick come back, come on girl, get straight: good advice, she thought.:Shit
girl you blew right through your meds. relax and let 'em kick in again.:
Tawanda's hand on her shoulder brought her back to awareness of the
room.:you. go lie down. it'll pass in a minute or two: Rick could see
Tawanda's lips moving so she was fairly sure that it was Tawanda's voice
she was thinking.
"Is this going to happen every time? whenever I get excited?"
Tawanda helped her to the bed. : yeah just about, but you can safely double
dose if you know when you are going to be stressed. Hon, I knew you were
going to fade out, because I could hear you verbalizing, but I was letting you
go. you have to learn to be you.:
A few minutes later, more composed, Rick stretched out on the covers.
Nude, she enjoyed the feeling of lying on the covers, her arms wrapped
about her bosom and hands clasped just under her chin. "This is me,
Tawanda, this is what I am. It's terrifying, but I already feel that this body is
home."
"I know, just watching you, you have my moves, you don't have to think to
touch your mouth to remember to speak, and even now, you lay down and
took the position I found the most comfortable. You are adapting faster than I
am and you have had the greater change. There must be something at work."
"I think there is, as I looked at myself, I accepted it. I looked at my face, my
body, and I knew it was me. I was not a guy looking at a woman, I was a
woman looking at herself. Go to the mirror, be Claire's body. Just don't find
her attitude, I hated her from the moment she tried to manipulate you."
Tawanda stepped to the mirror."I know it was you that stopped the shoot
defending me. I asked your buddies. All the other people there I have worked
with before, you three and Claire were the only new ones. I think I fell in
love with you that instant." She stared at the mirror. "How did you do this?"
"I looked in the mirror, and went from my head to my toes, accepting it as I
went. I stopped trying to make the image what I used to be."
Tawanda worked her way down her body, removing clothing as she went.
Her body was tall and lean, with sudden flares at the hips and chest. DD cup
breasts, nipples a bit small, but as long as they were wide. a light dusting of
blonde pubic hair. She had a rose tattooed on each hip. She closed her eyes
and ran her hands down her body. "OK, I'm here, I feel like a twelve year
old being this small chested, and I want more tattoos."
"You can have them now." Rich sat up. "OH, I need to call my sister."
"Phone's in the kitchen, I already called my parents, they know I'm OK."
Voices on the phone produced less of an echo in Rick's mind, and speaking
to his brother in law, now in his sister's body, confirmed that all were fine,
although all of them were changed.
She returned to Tawanda. "Oh my, our family portraits are going to be
interesting now!"
"Your family is OK? I take it they changed."
"Oh yes, my sister has the body of a twenty year old football player. My
brother in law has my sister's body, my nephew and his Hispanic girlfriend
swapped bodies, and my niece went from being a slim white girl to a very
plump black girl, she is not happy, the rest are coping. Still considering how
it could have been, they lucked out. I asked Peter how the apartments looked
and he said they came though the quake fine."
"apartments?"
"Yeah my sister and I CO-own a 40 unit apartment complex. She and her
husband manage it, I store my stuff in a vacant unit. I don't stay in one place
long, and I had to put my money somewhere, earthquakes aside, land is a
good place to keep your money."
"My parents own this house, but I pay the taxes and the maintenance if
Jeffery shows up he can get his gear and leave."
"How did your parents do in the change? And any other family?"
"My brother didn't change, but he has a 12 year old wife now. My mom
swapped with a blond 22 year old male neo-nazi, she is going to need a
couple nasty tattoos removed, but my dad has the most fun. He is a Doctor,
and was doing volunteer work at a clinic. He is now a 16 year old white girl
who is six months pregnant!"
Something Tawanda said before registered on Rick's mind. "Lets go back a
few minutes, did you say 'fell in love'"
"Yeah, I did, wanna make something out of it?"
"Well, I'm game, but we're both girls now."
"Ricki, I have been doing pornos for five years, I did a lot of girl-girl stuff,
it's all fun."
"I hate the name 'Ricki', and I have been doing some thinking, how about
'Rochelle' as a new name?"
"If you're changing your name you need to get baptized, your choice, the
bathtub or the pool."
The bathroom was magnificent. A combination bathroom and changing
room, it had all the necessaries and a sliding glass door to the pool area.
There was a stand of bamboo shielding the yard from prying eyes. so even
outside was safe for a nude stroll. The bathtub was impressive, it had room
for four, and jets for a Jacuzzi. "Jeff and I had this built special, we did a lot
of shoots right here."
"Tawanda, that will take forever to fill. The pool, but we go in together!"
The two went outside. Linking hands, they ran to the pool and jumped.
Rochelle bobbed back up like a cork, lifted by the buoyancy of her breasts.
Tawanda pulled herself closer, and they kissed, and kissed some more, then
Tawanda did a few naughty things that Rochelle did back.
"Happy birthday, Rochelle!"
"Your body was the best gift anyone could give, this one, and the one you
have now."
"Rochelle, stay with me, live with me, be my love."
"I will."
* * *
Three months went by, Tawanda's dad delivered a healthy baby girl, and she
planned on a long vacation to nurse and care for the child. Her parents were
already discussing the possibility of having more. Peter and Rochelle's
nephew, now going by the name of her new body, Anna, were both
pregnant. it was beginning to look like the Shift had done what the Great
blackout of New York did decades ago, cause a baby boom. Rochelle's niece
gave up on her diet, deciding that big and black was beautiful, or at least
easier to live with than a constant diet, but her parents were a bit shocked by
how revealing her clothing got.
Coming home from the set of Tawanda's first non-porno film, starring
Sylvester Stallone in his first project as a tall raven-haired woman, with
Tawanda playing her girlfriend, Rochelle considered how her life had
changed. Camera work was easier wearing earplugs, less distracting, and
having to have the director write out his camera moves made it less confusing
for everybody. She had the love of a good woman, and both of them had
agreed that getting one of the supporting players, a huge slab of beef named
Hans into bed would be interesting.
On their doorstep was a small Hispanic woman, about 18 or 20, talking to
herself, she was filthy and had a ragged backpack. As they walked up to her,
her mumbling speech cleared for a moment. "God told me to find you
Tawanda, and pay penance."
Rochelle and Tawanda, looked at each other, then at the woman, "Jeffery,"
they said in unison.
"Jeffery, yes, God is punishing me, She made me small, She made me need
the touch of men. I have to atone. Can I have a bath, you used to give good
backrubs, Tawanda. I can do girlstuff now, God made it right to lie down
with men."
"Lets get her inside." Tawanda said, "She has a very bad case of transfer
shock."
"That's a lot more than transfer shock. Call your dad and have her send an
ambulance to take her the clinic."
Inside, Jeffery wandered into the living room, spinning around as she
walked, then hopping as if she were doing a hopscotch, chanting, "Jeffery
missed his period, Jeffery missed his period."
"I think that I should tell dad to do a full work-up on her, including a gyno."
Rochelle opened the backpack and spread the contents on a table. More filthy
clothes, a Bible with all the sexy passages hi-ligthed. Identity papers in
Spanish for a "Rosalla Gonzales" and a pill vial. The vial had a six month old
date on it and was half full. Lithium, the drug used to treat schizophrenia, no
wonder Jeffery was hearing 'God.' "She must have walked all the way from
Mexico! and look at this." She handed the vial to Tawanda. "You know what
this means?"
Tawanda smiled, "Yeah, it means that Jeffery has a chemical brain disorder,
and has not been taking her meds!"
The End.
(c) nanomage
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