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Date: 5/19/98 Rewritten 1/2/99
Ye Old Body Shoppe - Student Exchange Programme
by Caleb Jones
(Ye Old Body Shoppe universe created by Caleb Jones & Raven)
The Student Exchange Programme
Case 86: Billy Johnson / Gina Spinelli
My childhood wasn't very comparable to all the other boys I knew growing
up. Since well before puberty, I knew in my heart I should have been born
female. It wasn't that I lusted after boys, or had urges to wear feminine
clothing and makeup. In fact, the latter seemed rather silly to me. Girls
looked better to me without all the artificial stuff they seemed to love so
much.
No, I just seemed to empathize more with women instead of men. When the
boys would want to do something at school, I would have preferred to do
what the girls wanted to do. I knew there were some things about women I
didn't understand, due to the facts of being raised male and having a male
body, but I could also use my imagination to put myself in a female's place.
I often did just that in my daydreams, imagining what I would be like if I
could be the girl next to me in class instead of myself, or the girl in front of
me at the cafeteria, or the girl ... well you get the idea. I never expected to
get the chance to make that dream come true.
On my fifteenth birthday, that dream suddenly became a possibility. Of all
the presents my family and friends gave me, the greatest one was one from
persons unknown. It came in the form of a letter sent special delivery. It
was an invitation to a place called Ye Old Body Shoppe.
I almost threw it into the mail as junk mail, but it looked so realistic. And, I
guess a big part of me truly wanted it to be real. That night, after I said
goodnight to everyone, I read the letter again.
"Dear Sir (or Madam, if you prefer)
After an intense selection program, we have determined that you would make
an excellent candidate for our exclusive services. We at the Body Shoppe
offer a wide variety of physical transformative services. Our test show you
to be an honorable person or you would not have this letter in your hand. We
must insist on absolute privacy from you with regard to this offer. No one
else may know of it, no relatives or friends. We are not offering a simple
cosmetic change to you. We offer the opportunity to literally become
someone else. If this offer appeals to you, please meet our representatives at
the following address.
If not, please destroy this letter and put it out of your mind. It will not be
sent again. Again, thank you for your silence in this matter.
Sincerely, Y.O.B.S."
I was stunned, to say the least. I didn't know anyone who knew of my
desire to change my gender, but someone obviously knew more about me
than I thought anyone ever would. It mentioned the change being complete.
I knew I could never go through with medical operations that were available.
It wasn't the money, or the pain, I just had no desire to have a male body
altered into a female shape. That was fine for those who opted for that, and I
hoped their dreams came true, but for me, I had to be a fully functional,
biological woman or I would rather remain in the body I was given at birth.
As to what kind of body I might like to possess, I mentioned before my
daydreams about changing placed with my feminine classmates. Don't get
me wrong, I wouldn't mind at all somehow getting a beauty contest quality
body, but I would have been satisfied with a healthy body like any of the
girls in my school, even the chubby ones or the girls with pimples who
seemed unattractive to so many. Of course, I would go with the former
female form if given the choice, I knew the fat or otherwise unattractive girls
would probably all agree with me about that. I figured I had nothing to loose
except a lost day, so I planned to visit the address the following Saturday
when I had no classes.
The address took me to an impressive building. It looked like they made a
lot of money with whatever they did. This worried me. I could probably get
a few thousand dollars from my parents but they and I were hardly rich.
Still, if this place knew my greatest secrets, then they probably wouldn't
expect me to have much money, would they?
The receptionist was a nice young woman who led me to a room to wait in.
Soon, a man in his forties came through the door. He asked me to sign a
statement promising absolute secrecy about everything I was about to be told.
I had no problem with that. No one would believe what had happened so far,
so who would I tell. And if I wanted to talk, I would have to explain why
they thought I was a candidate for whatever they had in mind, and I enjoy my
privacy, thank you very much. I could hardly begrudge them theirs. I
signed it and told him I should have them sign one stating that they would
keep my secrets as well.
He laughed, and said that was taken care of. He explained that everyone
with access to my records was sworn to their own oaths of secrecy. The
person in charge guarded his clients and methods with great care, it seemed.
He opened a book labeled Student Exchange Programme - Girls. Inside the
book there were many pictures of a wide variety of girls. He explained how
advanced tests administered in junior high had provided information to
governments that many would rather not get out. They weren't originally
designed for information gathering for the government but since the schools
had the data, it was easy for the government to get it and analyze it. Y.O.B.S.
also had access to it, and more. He told me a little about the Shoppe and the
creator of the device which made the Shoppe possible. Then he told me
about the device itself. It seemed like a science fiction movie but this man
believed it.
He saw the doubtful expression on my face and chuckled. "I had my
doubts, too! But I am living proof that the machines work. I used to be a
model for the Victoria's Secrets catalogues. I wasn't one of the more famous
ones, but I made a nice living. It wasn't what I wanted to be, however. I
always wanted to be a man. I can't go into the details due to the secrecy
pledge, but as you can see, the machines do good work."
I asked him about the money, or rather, my lack of it.
"That's O.K., Hon, you can work out a deal for the transformation. Many
of us are working here for a year or two to repay the Shoppe for services
rendered. My male body here has a real job in town, but I volunteer my
services one day a week to repay my debt. Besides, I like helping people."
He told me of the Student Exchange Programme they ran. If two youths
agreed, they could swap bodies and lives. It was just a small part of the
larger whole of their business. He pointed to the book he had shown me
before.
"We have several more books like this if you can't find someone in this you
would like to be. You should write down the names of a number of girls
who intrigue you. Remember, the girl has to agree to become you so it could
be a while before we can help you achieve your goal. Many of the girls are
simply looking to become a different girl for their own reasons. Write down
their names on this memo pad and we will show you their personal
information and video tapes and you can make your final choices. Then we
send them your vital statistics and a tape of your own we will make a little
later. I'll leave you alone now to choose your future." Then he left.
I was lost in a sea of photos of hundreds of girls I could become. My
dreams were coming true! I could hardly believe it. I imagined myself
becoming each girl in that book. And the next three. Finally I had chosen
about three dozen girls. I figured that should be enough. I'm not totally
unattractive myself, or so I've been told on a few occasions. Then I went
and made a tape to send to the girls and had a physical examination.
Afterwards, they sent me home. I dreamed of being those girls every night
while I waited.
Two weeks later, I was summoned back to the Shoppe.
There were four girls who had chosen me. I looked them all over carefully.
The first was a blonde Norwegian girl. She had a pleasant face, though not
a beautiful one, and a good figure. She was 5 foot 6 and 135 pounds. She
was seventeen and a leader in her classes and seemed like a nice girl on the
video tape. I could see myself becoming her quite easily.
The next girl was a sixteen-year-old Afro-American girl with long black hair
down to her waist. She was a very attractive girl, with average grades and a
job at a beauty salon helping out where needed.
The third girl was a Japanese student of tiny proportions, which wasn't too
unusual since she was the youngest girl at eleven years old. She was the top
student in her class and had skipped a grade to get to that class. A real
"brain" and a beautiful youngster. I wondered why she would want to
become a sixteen-year-old boy.
Girl #4 was a brunette girl from California. She was almost twelve and a
half years old, her family was well off, she did well in school, and was quite
the gymnast, though not good enough to be a state champ. She was also a
talented young ballerina. She didn't have much of a figure, but that was
because she hadn't hit the full force of puberty yet. According to her medical
records, she hadn't even had a period yet. The doctor noted that this wasn't
uncommon for girls her age. She had a clean bill of health. She said in her
video that she was worried she wouldn't be able to continue with her plans to
be a ballet dancer because all the women in her family were big busted. She
showed some pictures from the wallet in her purse and I had to agree. If she
followed in the bra cups of her mother and sisters, she would be a well
endowed woman. She had a very pretty face, hair down to her shoulders,
and weighed in at 87 pounds and 4 foot 11.
If I chose her, I would wind up being pretty short at least until I grew up
some.
I had an interesting selection. None of them mentioned why they wanted to
become a boy, but then, neither had I in my own video tape. I could have
waited and tried again with some more girls but I really liked Girl #4. I
didn't care about ballet, and the technicians had told me I would know all I
needed to know about gymnastics and school and her family to take over her
life immediately. I would be able to phase out the gymnastics if I didn't like
doing it. I especially like the idea of being a young girl and growing up into a
young woman. The first two girls were already well into puberty.
The Japanese girl was nice but I liked the idea of living in California much
more than Japan. And I liked the idea of being big busted, which seemed
likely with #4.
I asked if I could meet her, and they set up a video conference. We had
many things in common, and our differences seemed intriguing. She told me
of her desire to be a boy. Her father always wanted one but her mother had
given birth to four daughters before calling it quits. She wasn't sure if that
was the reason she wanted to be a boy but she knew she sure she wanted to
be one and was happy when she was offered this chance. I told her pretty
much what I've recorded here and she said that as long as I wasn't
homosexual, she would agree. I asked her if she was a lesbian. She laughed
and said she was a bit young to think much about sex, but she didn't think
she was one. She believed herself to be more interested in boys than girls but
told me she'd had a couple of crushes on two girls, one a high school girl in
the neighborhood who let her hang around, and the other a teacher who was
really nice to her. Overall, however, she thought about boys a lot more often.
We talked it over and decided to accept whatever our bodies told us we
should be. Our hormones would probably take care of it anyway, once we
were in our new bodies.
By this time we both knew we were going to do this. I finally heard her
name, my new name! Gina. Gina! It rolled off her lips like a symphony. I
was going to be Gina! We agreed to swap in one week. We both wanted a
little time to straighten out our personal affairs before leaving them with
someone else to handle.
The next seven days were difficult. I probably confused a lot of friends as I
told them how much I treasured them. I went through my belongings and
packed some books and CD's and a few other personal momentos which
wouldn't mean much to my body's new tenant. I certainly had no clothes to
pack. They would no longer fit me anyway in my new smaller body and
Gina would need them far more than I ever would again.
The week was finally up and I went back to the center. I waited while she
was driven in from the airport. Gina finally arrived and we were shown to
the room where we would swap bodies and identities. We leaned back
against the machines which would do the job and smiled at each other as the
technicians attached wires to our bodies. Then someone began a countdown
and I fell asleep.
When I awoke, I looked down and saw my new body. I was Gina. I was
Gina Spinelli and I lived in Orange, California. I remembered my last
gymnastic meet. I had come in second place. I knew her locker number and
the size of her shoes. I even knew what color my toenails were painted. I
looked at my hands. Yup, my fingernails had the same color.
But I already knew that! The technicians took off the wires and I bounded up
with more energy than I ever recalled having. I felt so light. I remembered I
only weighed 90 pounds. I remembered the description of last week. It
looked like I had gained 3 pounds since last week. I wondered where Gina
had put it on such a small frame, then remembered I was Gina now. I pulled
up an image of Gina's body in the shower that morning and knew that she
had thought her breasts were a little bit bigger. I looked down at my little
bosom and smiled. It seemed so right to see a little swell there. I stood up
and looked up at my body. My former body.
A shiver went down my spine as I stared at the young man I had been just
moments before. It was almost a foot taller than I was now. I would have to
get used to looking up at people now, especially boys and men. I realized I
was wearing two inch heels on my shoes but I was still so small. I felt very
vulnerable. Another feeling I would have to get used to. I gave her ... or
rather him a hug. She bent down and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you so much," she said simply.
"No, I should be the one thanking you!" I said to my former self, astounded
at the sound of my new girlish voice. "And I guess I am."
We both broke up laughing. OK, it was a bad joke. None of the technicians
seemed to get it. Or perhaps they had heard it before, considering the line of
work they were in. But we both got it. That was the important thing. Maybe
we just needed an excuse to laugh.
We talked for a while longer. Gina was quite pleased with her new height
and masculine body. She didn't seem to miss her body at all. We both had
many of the memories that belonged to the body we were in so we didn't
have too much to tell each other about our new lives. She was a bit
disappointed to learn that my family was a bit lower in the social scale than
her family was. It seemed my new parents were fairly well off. I asked her
if she wanted to swap back. "Not for a million dollars!" she said.
Shortly, it was time for me to be taken to the airport and begin my new life.
She...I mean he ... walked me out to the waiting automobile. The driver
opened the door for me. The first of many doors opened for my new body, I
hoped. I jumped in and my former body blew me a kiss. I motioned him
closer and told him not to do that anymore unless a girl did it first. It made
him look silly. Then I blew the kiss back to him and the driver pulled out
into traffic and my new life as Gina Spinelli began.
The end
A New Beginning! Part 2
I stepped off the long flight across the continent and took my first steps on
California soil. I followed the crowd of passengers into the Los Angeles
Airport. When we got to the main building an older woman in her early
forties ran up to me and hugged me, kissing my cheeks and telling me how
much she missed me.
I told her the cover story of losing the tryout at the Young American
Ballerina Conservatory. The Shoppe staff felt it was the best way to explain
why Gina had needed to take an airplane trip to the East coast and back across
the country to her parents. Gina's father walked over with my luggage bag
and helped "Mother" console me for my "loss". On the drive home we got to
stop at a favorite ice cream place Gina frequented, as my new parents
continued to try and cheer me up. It really wasn't necessary since I was
hardly upset with the results of Gina's trip, but I wasn't one to turn down ice
cream.
Soon, I entered my new home and, thanks to the wonderful machines at the
Body Shoppe, I felt as if I had lived there all my life. The first thing I wanted
to do was try on some of Gina's clothes. Every new outfit I tried on made
me feel more like Gina, more like the twelve year old girl I looked like on the
outside. I knew her mother wouldn't let her, or rather me ... wear lipstick
and other makeup in public yet, but Gina had bought some to practice with at
home and I felt a sudden urge to try some on my young, childlike face.
It was a lot of fun. The old me would have thought it was a waste of time,
but the new me enjoyed making my face look different. It was the same part
that liked wearing the frilly new dresses in Gina's closet and whose heart beat
faster when she saw dozens of different shoes in many styles. I knew some
of my memories were those of Gina ... the prior Gina, but my mind was
supposed to be mine. So why was I feeling so -- different than I was used
to. Could this new body of mine be influencing the very way I thought? I
knew I now had a female brain and female hormones running through my
prepubescent girl body. Could that make such a difference to the way I
thought? Would I still be me in a few days?
I remembered everything I was told about the transfer from the Body Shoppe
staff. My thoughts and memories were all intact. I could sense no missing
memories in my mind. Much of Gina's memories were copied into mine as
well. That was done to aid in my adjustment to my new life. When you give
up an entire life, you also lose a lot of privacy about that life to the new
resident. Gina would likely know as much about me as I now know about
her, and we would both learn much more as the days went by and we
adjusted to our new lives.
Still, so many things about myself were so strange to the way I was used to
being. I walked and talked differently then I had done before the exchange. I
even gestured and moved like a girl did without realizing I was doing it. I
had been prepared for the obvious differences, the ones caused by a new
gender and a younger body. I was not ready to have an almost uncontrollable
urge to dance whenever I heard music. Or the way my heart beat a little faster
when I looked at the poster of some boy celebrity Gina had tacked up on her
wall.
As I danced to the music, I began to realize why Gina had studied to be a
ballerina. I played a CD from her collection of classical music. I knew it was
one she had danced to in her classes and demonstrations. I was astonished to
realize I knew how to perform her routines. I was able to perform parts of
them around my new bedroom and it was wonderful. I felt so light and free,
I almost expected to start flying around the room next. My body was so
limber and energetic. I had forgotten in a handful of years how exciting and
active childhood could be. I might be blossoming into a teenager soon but
there was still a lot of little girl left in my new body. And it was wonderful to
experience it!
My new mother broke into my reverie and invited me down to the dining
room and dinner. Nothing really important happened for the rest of that first
night in my new home. I was suddenly so exhausted from the first day of
my new life as Gina, I fell asleep while watching television with my parents
and have a vague memory of my new father carrying me up to my bedroom.
On my second day as Gina, I awoke in the same dress I wore last night with
a warm blanket over me. I felt quite comfy in my warm bed remembering my
new "daddy" gently covering me with the blanket as he put me to sleep. I felt
a bit grimy after sleeping in the same clothes for so long so I decided to take a
bath before breakfast. After I had soaked in the tub for a while, my mother
came in to see if I was all right, and to tell me breakfast was ready. She held
out a towel for me. I was a bit embarrassed for this woman to see me naked,
but I remembered all the times she had taken care of Gina in my new
memories, and saw the motherly look on her face, and I knew I had nothing
to hide from this woman.
Except, of course that I wasn't really her daughter. But I couldn't take her
into my confidence about that. I could tell no one of the identity switch. Not
only would no one believe me, they might think I was crazy. Plus I had
taken an oath to keep the secret of the Body Shoppe. I certainly owed them
that for the wonderful new life I had been given.
As my "mommy" patted me down and dried me off, she took a second look
at my little bosoms. I knew Gina was wearing a training bra every day for
the past few months from my new memories. Gina had been a bit
embarrassed about even having them on her chest, but at the same time she
had been happy they had started to grow. My mother told me I looked like I
would be able to go from a training bra to an AA cup bra. She said she
would take me shopping after school for a couple of the larger size bra's to
wear. I couldn't help but to stare at her own breasts secured in a big bra. I
had vague new recollections of a younger Gina going through her mother's
underwear drawers and putting on a gigantic bra over her small flat chest and
wondering if she would actually have her own boobies big enough to fill one
of her mommy's bra's one day. I remembered her trying to figure out what
an EE Cup meant when she examined the tag on the underwear. I knew that I
still had a long way to go before my AA boobies got even near to the size of
her EE ones.
As I watched her bosoms bobble before me, she saw me and chuckled. I
must have looked a little envious. "Don't worry, honey," she said. "I'm sure
yours will get bigger as you get older."
I couldn't help but notice how big hers looked compared to my little chest and
asked her if she minded being so big there. She was honest about it, telling
me there were times she "liked them big" and times she "wished she was
smaller", but overall, she liked the way she looked most of the time.
She covered me in a big towel and sent me to my room to get dressed. I
picked out a nice skirt and blouse to wear to my first day of school as a girl,
and a seventh grader at that. Going through a few years of school again was
a small price to pay for the wonderful feeling of being the girl I knew I was
always meant to be. The training bra I picked out to wear was a little tight
around my little bosoms. I began to look forward to getting a larger bra after
school. I was grateful my mother didn't go into specifics as to what we were
going to go shopping for that afternoon when my parents discussed their
plans over breakfast.
I felt a bit uncomfortable sporting breasts around with another male in the
house. He may have been Gina's father but to me he was still a stranger to
me and a male a lot bigger than I was now. I had to keep reminding myself I
wasn't a male anymore. At least it was easy to do. One look in a mirror and
I had an instant reminder. And I always had Gina's memories of good times
with this important male influence in her life to remind me of who I was now.
Soon it was time for school to start. I waited for the school bus, enjoying the
fact that most of the girls were either shorter, or not much taller than I was
now. I didn't feel quite so tiny anymore. Of course, a lot of the boys did
tower over me but somehow I didn't seem to mind that so much. Soon the
bus arrived and I sat down next to one of Gina's girlfriends. She wanted to
hear all about my trip to the East coast, and was very sympathetic when I told
her I didn't make the cut. By the time we got to school she had me half
convinced I was too good for those East Coast people. Considering the
people didn't truly exist, she was very convincing indeed.
By lunchtime, I was beginning to feel like one of the girls at school. I even
went to gym class without being shocked by the variety of female bodies
around me in all stages of undress. If I wanted to see boobs, all I had to do
was look down at my own now. They were small but always there to look
at. They even jiggled ever so slightly. We played softball in that class and I
surprised everyone with my skill at playing ball. I guess some of my
boyhood skills had made it through into this new body. Finally, school was
over and my mother picked me up to go on our shopping spree.
She had planned to get me just a few bra's and panties and maybe a new
dress but when she saw all the new fashions the store had just put out on
sale, I wound up getting a whole weeks worth of clothing to wear, three
skirts, three blouses, three new dresses, a T-shirt, and a pair of new jeans. I
didn't even have to ask about a new pair of shoes to go with the new clothes.
Apparently she knew her daughter's tastes in shoes from experience. She
bought me two pairs, one with two inch heels and a pair of "flats" which I
noted actually placed my heels about an inch above the floor. I was quite
ecstatic by the time I got home. Mommy let me invite the girlfriend from the
bus, Debbie, over and I showed her all my new acquisitions.
By the time it was time for her to go home, I realized I hadn't thought of my
self as a guy for the last eight hours. I had really become Gina. I would
always remember my life as a young man, but I was a girl now. For the rest
of my life, I was to be a girl and a woman, and I was very grateful to "Ye Old
Body Shoppe" for making it all possible.
The end of part 2.
**************** THE FINE PRINT****************
(A reader's review to the first part led to the creation of the second. Your
reviews can make a difference, folks even if it takes half a year!)
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