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Escaping the Rat Race
By Paul1954
Have you ever travelled to work, packed into an overcrowded underground
train - another day's journey into the rat race - wondering why you have been
doing this for twenty-seven years with only the occasional holiday to relieve
the tedium of your existence?
Well I had - it had become a recurring theme over the last few years as I had
become burnt out from the daily grind, working as a fairly senior manager
within a major telco. Oh sure, the money was good and I loved my wife and
two children dearly, so it wasn't all bad. It was just that the monotony of my
daily existence was driving me mad - that and the travelling - there must be
more to life than this!
Little did I know then, that I was gong to find out just how much there was to
life than I could ever have imagined.
I had been born Edward Sangster and was now in my mid-forties,
overweight, overstressed, and established on a career that I would find it hard
to escape from (unless that decision was taken for me in the form of
downsizing - always a constant threat). I had two sons of twelve and fifteen,
and had few personal aspirations apart from an early retirement followed by a
long period of self-indulgence.
In short, my life was boring. In addition to that I had always felt I should
have been someone else, even as young as when I was ten years old, and I
found an unusual way to cope with my dilemma.
For as long as I can remember I had always had this fantasy that I would
have liked to have been born a girl. I don't know why, I was a normal
heterosexual male, and happy with it, it's just that somehow, well - I feel I
should have been born a female. I knew that this was never going to happen
so I used to fantasise about what I might have been like if the fates had been
kinder. I would look around at my circle of female acquaintances - usually
those were girls at my school - and I'd imagine what it would have been like
to have been one of them. I would centre my thoughts on a single girl and
then try to dream about becoming her and living out her life. All the mundane
things, no doubt to her, such as wearing dresses, playing dolls and other
girls game, and all of those unreachable things that seemed so exciting to me.
I had countless hours of pleasure lost in my dreams
As I grew older my thoughts matured to imagine what it would have been like
to have breasts, a smooth crotch, and even to have a man penetrate my moist
vagina. I was not gay - I only wanted these things if I could have gone all the
way and become a girl completely!
It was these fantasises that, I think, kept me sane and helped me both to
sleep, and would also kept me awake at night in roughly equal measures. As
I grew older, I had the requisite family and plunged full on into a busy career.
My dreams never went away completely, they merely subsided a little, no
longer did they monopolise my thoughts all the time, just occasionally
creeping into my subconscious as a welcome escape from the real world.
Now, however, they were back in full force, helping me to get through the
mid-life crisis I seemed to be building for myself. I had started to
consciously, resurrect my little game.
The game went something like this.
To help get me through the daily 'cattle like' journey to work, I used to look
around the train, examine all of the females I could see, and then I'd try to
pick out one for special attention. Once I'd seen the object of my desire I
would then try to imagine everything about her life. Things like what her job
was, did she have a boyfriend - or even a husband, where she lived, what
she would be doing tonight, all of the little things that make a person's life
real. I would then imagine I was living that life as her. It was great fun and
made my journeys bearable.
On a few occasions I had got lost in my fantasy and had found myself
snapping back to alertness, only to see my target staring at me, usually a little
annoyed - obviously wondering what the hell I was doing staring at her like
that!
Sometimes, I would put myself under a little pressure - something like giving
myself a time limit to find somebody to become. It added a sense of urgency
and I would get a genuine thrill out of knowing that I had less than a minute
to find a suitable host body of my own choosing or settle for whatever the
fates had decreed for me.
My life continued in this vein for approximately two years until, finally,
things changed irrevocably for me.
* * * * *
It was a typically bright, mild, Spring Tuesday morning and I had taken the
underground train from Victoria station on my way to my office in the City. I
was a little late today, having suffered train delays from my home in Kent,
and was enjoying the unusually quiet underground train. There was still no
room to sit down but at least I wasn't being squashed into a space not big
enough to put a cat, as was usually the case!
I had the unusual luxury of being able to scan the carriage at my leisure, and
as the train started to pull away from Green Park and on towards Oxford
Circus, I was about to start my daily fantasy when I heard a voice coming
from over my shoulder.
"Hello Edward, I think we need to have a chat".
Everything seemed to stop for me as I looked around to see a dark, bearded
man, about six foot tall, and wearing a charcoal grey overcoat that looked
totally out of place for this time of year. It was only then that I realised that
everything around me had seemed to stop!
I looked around to see that the train, and everyone within it, had seemed to
freeze, almost as if the pause button had been pressed on the video remote
control. This was accompanied by total silence, total - that was - apart from
this stranger and myself.
"Excuse me, do I know you" I said to him with typical English reserve, as if
standing in a motionless underground carriage surrounded by virtual statues
was an everyday occurrence.
"No Edward, you do not know me - that is apart from what you may have
been told, or what you may have read - but I know all about you. Not only
do I know everything about your life but I know all about your dreams and
desires" he said, before pausing for dramatic effect.
I was getting more and more nervous as the full impact of what I was
experiencing filtered through into the forefront of my mind. This, however,
was not my chief concern. He had told me that he knew all about my secret
desires - did that mean he knew about my little fantasies and, if he did, then
how - what did it all mean?
One look at him told me that he did, indeed, know everything about me -
somehow I just felt that he was speaking the truth!
I could feel my legs starting to give way, which was accompanied by a
churning feeling from deep within my stomach. I took a moment to look
around again, at the unmoving figures that surrounded me, before returning
my gaze to his penetrating eyes.
Feeling a little intimidated, I went on the offence.
"Okay friend, now why don't you just tell just what this is all about" I said,
with more authority than I felt!
The stranger moved around to face me, looking me fully in the face for the
first time.
"You really don't need to know my name, it is not relevant at this point in
time. What you do need to know, however, is that you are about to die or,
more to the point, your body is" he replied, leaving me gasping in
astonishment.
"Bu .. but, I .. I mean, how .. " I blustered to his obvious amusement. He
put me out of my agony for a moment, as he raised his hand I became frozen,
just like my travelling companions.
"Now you will still be able to hear me but, have no fear, nobody else will. I
have stopped you to allow you a few moments to understand what is going
on. Now listen carefully, once I give you back your movement you will have
only a minute to act - after that point you will be dead, irrevocably, in your
own body. I am telling you this to give you a chance.
Just look at yourself. Overweight, stressed out, high blood pressure, going
nowhere - you are a mess Edward Sangster. Not only are you a mess but you
are about to undergo a massive stroke, one that will kill you almost instantly.
Now, 'my friend', you may be a mess but you have been a good father and
husband, and you have kept your nose clean throughout your life. It has been
decided that although your body is about to let you down, you are being
taken too soon from this world. The powers that be" he said, looking
upwards to the roof of the carriage, "have decreed that you will be given
another chance".
I found my head had been released for a moment, just enough so that I could
ask some much needed questions.
"Ho .. how am I going to be given another chance" I stammered, still
suffering from the unholy shock I had just received.
"We are going to play a little game Edward, one that I know you will love.
When I snap my finger, you will come out of your trance and you will be
given a period of one minute to choose who you want to be for the rest of
your natural life. It is essential that you choose well for this is a one-off
chance. Failure to choose anyone will result in your death," he said, leaving
me shattered. He really did know about my little fantasies!
"Sound familiar!" he said, as he smiled wryly.
"Wait, wait" I called, "I need to know a few things first. What will happen to
my family, will I be allowed to see them and let them know what has
happened to me?" I asked, concerned for them.
"I would not advise it Edward. You have left them well provided for,
financially, and you have been a good emotional provider, always putting
their needs first. They will all have very happy and fond memories of you,
memories that will stand them in good stead. You have no unfinished
business with them in this life. It would be very likely that any further
contact, of this nature, would upset them further in what, will undoubtedly,
be a trying time for them. My advice is to leave them be".
"Will I still remember being me - I mean, who I am now?" I asked, fearing I
would lose my sense of identity completely.
"Yes - you will never forget who you once were, although with each passing
year your life as Edward Sangster will seem less and less real.
Edward managed to stifle a sob as he contemplated the finality of the
stranger's statements, and what it would mean to him, before asking the other
big question that had been bothering him.
"And what will happen to the person that I become, where will they go" he
said, amazing himself at how well he was taking all of this!
"They will take over the last few seconds of life that you currently have left to
you" the stranger replied, "and before you ask - they would have died
anyway in a nasty accident, you will not be responsible for someone else's
death".
At hearing this pronouncement, the burden lifted from Edward. Up until that
point he hadn't known what would have been worse - losing his family and
everything that he had been or being the cause of someone else's premature
departure from this mortal coil. At least with his family he knew they would
survive and, eventually, get over him, however hard that was for him to
accept right now. He didn't think he could have lived with that on his
conscious. He then started to think through the implications of this stranger's
statement.
"But how - how do you know that whoever I choose to be was going to die
anyway?" he asked, but that only drew a wry smile, and a raised eyebrow,
from the stranger.
"Okay, enough prevaricating - not many people get another chance so don't
blow yours. I have given you all the help that I am going to, the rest is up to
you".
The stranger looked down at a watch on his left wrist and, looking back
towards Edward, said "you now have one minute to choose who you want to
be for the rest of your life. There will be no more questions, chances, or
anything else from this point forwards. You can move down the carriage if
you want and then indicate, by touching them on the shoulder, who you want
to trade places with before returning back to this spot".
With that he snapped his fingers and I suddenly had movement again. I
decided to heed this man's advice and act before I could think any more about
what I must do. If I hesitated now, then I knew I would be dead.
I quickly looked up and down the carriage. I hadn't had any time, previously,
to spy out the land and, all of a sudden; I was thrust into my fantasy situation
of having to choose quickly. In this case, however, it was no longer a fantasy
- it was for real - and the default option was death!
Looking to my right I could see a mixed bunch of characters. There was the
usual selection of lowlife - a varied selection of races and genders across the
age spectrum - but no one that appeared to be, even remotely, attractive to me
as a host for a future life.
This time I looked to my left. I knew what I was looking for; this was the big
test for me - a chance to fulfil my dream - and there was really no other option
for me, I just prayed to God that I could hit the jackpot. My eyes scanned up
and down the aisle for what seemed like minutes until - finally - I saw her!
"Thirty seconds and counting" the mystery man decided to remind me.
Good - she was only about six seats away and I could easily reach her and be
back here in my current position, before the allocated time ran out.
I took a few seconds to take in the sight, scarcely believing that I would be
this girl in just a few more seconds. She looked to be about seventeen years
old with the fresh-faced optimism of youth still about her. She was dressed
fashionably in a short black skirt that exposed her long, slim legs -
highlighted by a pale tan hose - and I didn't recognise the style of her black
two-inch heeled shoes. Being warm down here, she was carrying her short
black, matador style jacket, wearing just a stretchy, plum coloured ribbed top
that set her shoulder-length sandy coloured hair, as well as the pert - but not
overly-large - breasts, off perfectly. She had a black matching handbag that
was far too small to carry anything other than the bare essentials that she
needed to get through the day and I wondered, for a second, exactly what she
would have been doing later if she had of stayed alive.
I noticed that she did not have any sort of ring on her engagement finger and
felt relieved that, at least for now, I wouldn't have to worry about any heavy
emotional commitments on that front!
I was just starting to slip into my fantasies again when I pulled myself up
short - this time it was for real - I had to act or miss my chance!
"Ten seconds" came that increasingly irritating reminder.
Before I could think any further, I just reacted. I practically ran past the few
frozen passengers that were standing and touched the girl on the shoulder,
making sure that my 'friend' could see me, before running back to where I
had been standing next to him.
There - it's been done - the die has been cast, I thought to myself, I have
made my choice.
"Three - two - one" he counted down, and then snapped his fingers as he
smiled at me.
I had the most incredible sensation, as if I was falling down some deep hole,
before a sound, like crashing waves, seemed to surround me as the world
started moving again. I knew, deep inside, that it was only the sound of the
train again, rushing through the tunnel as it had prior to it's unscheduled
stop, but I still think it was the most terrifying part of my whole experience!
The next thing I knew I was sitting down, looking through the long tresses
that now adorned my new head at my legs that seemed to hang beneath the
ridiculously short skirt I was now wearing. I felt horribly exposed, and
extremely vulnerable and wondered how women had the nerve to go out in
such a provocative manner before I realised that, whoever I now was, was
just dressed normally for a girl her, now 'my', age. No doubt I would soon
get used to it, I thought philosophically!
With that thought I looked across to where the stranger had been - he was no
longer there. I managed to pluck up the courage to look to where I had been
standing and saw my former body staring at me, struggling to say something,
as 'he' clutched at his ample chest before collapsing to the floor. In that split
second I could see the fear in 'his' eyes at he looked at his former body in
horor and recognition.
Despite the brief preparation that I had, I was still shocked at the sight of,
what had been me, dying before my very eyes and screamed, in a voice that I
could not acknowledge as my own, feeling guilty beyond redemption before
everything went black around me.
* * * * *
The next thing I knew I was lying down on a station platform - it must have
been Oxford Circus, for some reason that seemed important to me, and
hearing a man's voice.
"Miss - Miss, are you all right" he said managing to penetrate through the fog
that was enveloping my brain.
Miss, who are they calling Miss?
"I .. I think so" I replied, or at least I think it was me - the voice that I seemed
to be controlling seemed so high-pitched and alien to me and then I
remembered - I remembered everything that I had hoped had been a dream.
One look down towards my feet confirmed my fears as I saw the long legs I
now possessed, laying spread-eagled across the platform. I then made the
first conscious feminine gesture as I pulled my legs ('my' - God, how
strange it seemed to call these nylon clad legs 'MY') together, and tugged at
the minuscule piece of fabric that passed for a skirt, pulling it down over my
thighs in an attempt to preserve my modesty.
"Here, let me help you" a platform assistant said as he pulled me up and sat
me on a bench. I tried to pull myself together as he continued, "what
happened to you - how do you feel now" he said.
It was then that my situation came home to me and I truly realised that
everything that had happened in that carriage had been for real - I was now
someone else - this girl, for the rest of my life! Despite my acceptance of
what I now was I still had to confirm my fears.
"That man .. what happened to him - is he all right?" I asked, already
knowing the answer.
"No Miss, I'm afraid he was dead by the time we managed to get help for
him. It seemed he suffered a heart attack or something and died instantly.
Was he someone you knew?" he asked, and I felt the world start to spin
again. How was I supposed to answer that one?
I took a deep, deep breath in an attempt to stop myself fainting again - I
hoped that I was not prone to fainting fits now that I was in this body - and
answered him.
"No, not really. H .. he was just someone I saw on the train" and with that
statement I dismissed everything that I had been, consigning that poor girl to
a fate that should have been mine.
"Can I get you anything else Miss, or will you be all right now?" he
continued.
Will I be all right - I wondered - that was a damn fine question. I had lost my
family, my house, my career - everything I had once been had gone. Will I be
all right indeed!
"Yes - yes thank you" I replied, despite everything I knew that I would
survive - it just didn't seem like I had achieved my dream right now!
"If I were you I wouldn't go into work today - why don't you call in sick and
take yourself back home," he said to me, kindly.
That was the only point where I was in serious danger of becoming
unhinged. Oh the irony of what he had just said - "if I were you". He
couldn't possibly have known that it was exactly those type of thoughts that
had got me in this situation in the first place. It wasn't really that statement
that got to me though - it was the fact that I didn't even know where I
worked, where I lived, or hell - I didn't even know who I was yet!
I managed to compose myself magnificently though, as I stood and brushed
down the dirt that had gotten onto my skirt.
"Yes - yes, I think I will do just that thank you" I replied. "Is there a ladie's
convenience here that I can use?" I asked, proud that I had still had enough
common sense about me to not ask for the men's room.
"You can use the staff room if you like," he said, as he led me away, towards
it.
* * * * *
Well the rest all went fairly predictably. In the privacy of the staff toilets I
found that I had a driver's license that gave me the vital details that I needed
right now. It had my new name - Janice McCall; my age was just over
eighteen - I had been one year out in my estimate, and I lived in West
Malling, Kent - just two stops down the line from where I used to live. Hell,
I could even take the same train home!
I managed to find the address where I lived fairly easily, and the key that I
found in the purse opened the front door of the house that matched the
address on the driving license. I found that I lived with my mother and a
younger brother, Andrew, who was fourteen years old. Ironically, Janice's
father had passed away just a month ago, a victim of a heart attack just like
my former self.
After explaining what had happened, my 'mother', who had been at home
when I had arrived, called in to my office who were less than sympathetic. It
seemed that Janice worked as a secretary, carrying out what were mainly
typing duties and had only started working there less than two weeks ago.
They told my mother to tell me not to bother turning up again which gave me
a good reason to cry without being questioned to deeply as to the reasons
why. Everyone assumed it was just a combination of losing my father, and
my job, within such a close period of each other, and that I was having some
form of a breakdown!
This assumption stood me in good stead over the next few weeks, and gave
me a chance to adapt to my new situation, it was time I sorely needed.
I found the tears gave me great release and, after a hug from my 'mother' - it
was so nice having a loving mother again, my real mother had passed on
twelve years ago - I felt ready to start thinking about what the future might
hold for me as Janice McCall.
The enforced period at 'home' allowed me to learn how to live my life as a
woman and I needed the time that being without work gave me to adapt to a
world that was surprisingly different. I found out that I had no feminine
instincts, muscle memory, or anything else from the original Janice McCall to
help me adapt - I was still Edward Sangster inside but, this time around, I
was in a teenage girls body.
I had no clothes sense but Janice had possessed enough clothes to allow me
to experiment and by shopping with her friends, I managed to get by
eventually. The same went for make-up. I avoided it at first until that brought
about too many comments from both friends and family as they started to lose
patience with me, telling me to 'buck my ideas up' and to stop being so self-
indulgent. This forced me to come to terms woth what it meant to be a young
female, and encouraged me to make an effort.
Like the clothes, I eventually learnt all about what make-up suited me and
within a few months was quite adept at both of these female disciplines so
that I would no longer solicited comment from those that knew 'me'.
I had started to feel like a real person again!
* * * * *
All this happened over six years ago now, and things have turned out pretty
much as the stranger predicted. Everything about what was my new life
seems so normal to me now, that I sometimes wonder if I was ever that man
called Edward Sangster. Of course I know that I had been him and that the
stranger had been right. I can still remember everything quite vividly about
Edward and what had been my family. I don't think I could ever wipe out
that day when everything changed and what had been prior to that, and I
didn't want to either. I still loved my former family.
Life goes on though.
About three months after the change I got another job, this time as a shop
assistant in a shoe store. I just didn't seem to have the ambition to aim higher
anymore, after clawing my way up the career ladder when I had been
Edward, it no longer held any appeal to me. I was quite content with what I
had now.
Another year after that I met, what turned out to be, my first real boyfriend. I
would never have imagined that I could have ever have been attracted to a
man, despite my earlier fantasies, but my body had needs now - a woman's
needs, both physical and emotional, and I soon found myself falling in love
with him.
We married a year later and I am now the proud mother of a baby girl, named
Caroline after my former wife, with another one on the way - due within the
next two months. I have turned out to be quite the little woman and am happy
to be a housewife, looking after my new family.
I suppose the only thing that I still think about, when I have a moments peace
and quiet to myself, is whether this new life I have found has lived up to the
fantasy that I held for so many years. The belief that I should really have been
born a woman.
I still don't really know how the answer to that. I mean, when I was Edward
I used to think how sensuous and incredibly sexy it must feel to wear all that
gorgeous lingerie, to paint my face up, to wear short skirts that 'almost'
exposed the feminine 'secrets' that so attracted men. It had all seemed so
exotic and alluring at the time. Well the reality is much more mundane. Sure,
it felt nice to be able to do all of those things but the word was 'nice' - not
'incredible' - just nice.
Putting on the lacy bra and panties had been fun, and made me feel great
when I was first going out with my future husband, but now - well it was
still fun, and was still occasionally exciting but it just felt normal to me.
Everything that I now had just felt normal in much the same way that what I
used to have felt normal to Edward.
That is the reality of being a woman I think, something you would never
know unless you've lived inside a real woman's skin.
All I can say is that I am happy with the second chance I was given at life,
and I want to make damn sure that it continues. I have a husband that I love
dearly, and I will work to keep it that way. I love being the protected rather
than being the protector now - it's all I want now, so I suppose the answer to
my earlier question is yes - my life has lived up to the fantasy despite the
normality of it all.
I love being Janice.
The End
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