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Karmic Entropy
by Pretzelgirl
It all started one day in geography class. We had been split up into little
groups in order to work on project presentations. My group had been
assigned to present the history of Romania. There was me, Jason Roark (the
brainy guy in the class), Leo Smythe (resident wise-guy and smart alec), Zoe
Burbank (a weird, alternative goth girl), and Steph Garrison. Steph was a
cheerleader and likely the most attractive girl in the entire sophomore class.
With shoulder-length blonde hair, bright blue eyes, smooth complexion, and
a petite little body, she loved to show off with a stunning wardrobe. That day
she wore a low-cut, pastel pink sweater, a denim skirt that stopped a couple
inches above her knee, a pair of short white ankle socks, and tennis shoes.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. So anyhow, there we are discussing how to
present the history of Romania to the rest of the class, when Steph starts
asking questions. "Where exactly is Romania?" I explained to the group it
was in Europe and had seen considerable trouble and strife. Several bloody
revolutions had striken the land, they had struggled under one of the worst
communist puppet governments from 1947 up until recent years, and were
now facing problems with rebuilding their land in the face of ethnic
cleansings, political strife, and a bleak economic future.
I watched as the eyes of the group totally glazed over with boredom. Except
Steph. For a cheerleader and a popular "party girl," she was actually pretty
nice, even to a brainy nerd like myself. She seemed to be actually listening to
me, even if she didn't totally grasp everything I had been saying.
"Wow, Jason. You really know a lot of stuff about this place," she said. "Did
you have to do a report on this country once before?"
"No," I said smiling with the knowledge that a pretty girl was actually talking
to me. "I just read an article on Romania in a magazine once and remembered
most of this stuff. We'll have to look it all up and do more research for the
final project because I'm not positive on all the details, but this gives us a
good starting point."
"You just read and remembered this?" she asked. "Jason, I wish I had your
brain!"
And those were the words that changed my life. Since that time I've come to
believe in a lot of strange supernatural powers. I still don't know for sure
what gods or goddesses might have been watching over us that day, but at
that very instant Steph's idle wish somehow came true.
Of course, there were no puffs of magical multicolored smoke and no
dazzling display of special effects lighting to hearld what had happened. In
fact only a momentary dizziness washed over me at that moment and took a
while for me to fully realize what had happened. We continued discussing the
project, but I somehow had trouble concentrating now. Steph seemed to take
more and more control of the conversation, while I found myself admiring
her hair and wondering how she managed to get rid of all her split ends. And
while she talked, I watch her lips move and suddenly found myself mentally
tracing around her mouth with a tube of lipstick, careful not to smear it. I also
wondered how the soft fabric of her pastel pink sweater would feel against
my arms and shoulders.
These thoughts were not my own. I knew nothing about hair or make-up. I
still had all my own memories and my own personality. But somehow, I had
bits and pieces of Steph's as well. I found it difficult to concentrate on things,
and was considerably relieved when the bell rang and class ended.
I picked up my books and hurried to my next class, wondering what was
wrong with me. I saw Kristi Carlson in the hall and smiled at her. She looked
at me kind of funny and walked on without saying anything. I thought that
was so odd, since Kristi and I had been best friends since kindergarten. We
had been through girl scouts together, and she was the one who first
convinced me to try out for cheerleading last year! Why was she suddenly
ignoring me?
The answer dawned on me when I sat down in my next class and paused to
brush my hand along the side of my face to pull back my hair when I noticed
I had had short dark hair instead of long blonde hair. Suddenly I realized I
was never a girl scout, much less a cheerleader. Kristi was Steph's best
friend, not mine. Was I losing my mind?
A voice next to me said: "Jason, what are you doing here?"
I turned and saw Kelly Goldberg. A pretty little redheaded girl, I had seen
hang out with Steph and Kristi and the other cheerleaders. "Hi, Kelly," I
said, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. "I'm just here for class."
"Since when have you been in home-ec class?" she asked, frowning at me.
"And why are you sitting in Steph's seat?"
I hastily excused myself and mumbled something about accidentally
wandering into the wrong room. Out in the hall I began to suspect that
Steph's idle wish had somehow come true and I was someone mentally
becoming her, while she must be changing into me. That would mean I could
find her in my class period for this hour. Physics! I raced around the corner,
and sure enough I bumped into her and knocked all our books and papers to
the floor.
"Jason, thank God I found you!" she said, stooping to pick up her books. "I
think something happened and we're exchanging personalities. I just
wandered into your physics class!"
"I know," I told her. "I was just in home-ec now. And I've been having the
weirdest thoughts lately." I picked up Steph's books by mistake and noticed
she was now holding my phsyics book. I was about to say something, when
she interrupted.
"Tell me about it," she sighed. "For some reason I'm thinking about Star
Trek a lot. A lot of crazy, geeky, science-fiction thoughts. No offense, of
course. And the weirdest thing was that I just found myself wondering about
a math problem. Actually a bit of a story problem that you could solve with a
bit of creative geometry."
"Um, tell me about it later, Steph." I interrupted. "Right now, we have to
figure out how to get back to normal. This just isn't right. Me having your
brain, while you have mine."
"Actually Jason, I don't think we've physically traded brains," she said.
"Though I know that was the wording of my wish. But if we had, there
would've been all sorts of problems involving incompatible tissue and blood
types. I suspect that somehow we supernaturally had key areas of each
other's long-term memory encoded on one another's brains. That's why you
know that you're still Jason Roark, and I know I'm still Steph Garrison. But
when we try to remember a lot of simple day-to-day stuff, we'll automatically
start to use each other's thinking processes."
"This is scary, Steph." I said. "How can we cope through the rest of today?"
I was actually on the verge of tears. I didn't want to have to live the rest of
my life like this. And I hated to think such a terrible thing about a nice person
like Steph, but I didn't like being dumb blonde, while she got to have my
brains. I never had much going for me in life. I was a short, scrawny guy
with thick glasses and short dark hair that always stood on end at the most
awkward times. But I was smart. I was brilliant. It was the only gift I had
ever had in life.
"You know I'll bet if you had to sign your name right now, you would write
'Steph Garrison' and do it in a perfect impression of my handwriting!" Steph
exclaimed, ingnoring my increasingly agitated emotional state. "I mean, this
is so weird and all, but it's interesting too! I find myself having the strangest
thoughts about things. It's as though my mind is racing a mile a minute!"
"Steph, come on!" I cried. "This is serious. What if I start thinking about
guys and stuff?"
"Oh, I'll bet you will," she whispered. "To tell the truth, I've already had
some rather odd thoughts about some of the girls around here. I had no idea
you had such a randy little mind, Jason!"
"Steph, you have all the brains now. PLEASE try and think of a way for us
to change back," I sobbed.
"Okay, okay," she replied. "First let's calm down. We're pretty much going
to wind up skipping this period of class, but I suggest we try and make it
through the next one. It's the last period of the day, then we'll meet after
school and discuss this. That should give me some time to think of what to
do. And you need some time to collect yourself, okay?"
She put her hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. I sucked back the tears
and agreed that we need time. So we sat on the benches in senior hall and
waited out that class period, Steph excitedly talking about all sorts of weird
theories about what could've happened. I listened with half an ear, mainly
wondering if this was permanent and how I could adjust to being a girl
trapped in a geeky guy's body. Then when the bell rang, we parted company
again. I walked down the hall to gym class and started to go into the girl's
locker room when Kristi Carlson stopped me.
"Jason Roark, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled at me and
shoved me out the door.
"I ... I'm just going to change!" I said.
"Not in the girls locker room, you aren't!" she said. "Get lost, you creepy
little toad. Quit following me around!"
I almost broke down into tears again, but somehow managed to collect
myself and stumble away. I didn't have gym this hour. I knew that must be
Steph's class and not mine. But I had no idea where I should be. Gym was
the most likely place to go. I had distinct memories of the inside of the girl's
locker room. I knew which locker was mine and what the combination was. I
knew I had a pair of pink gym shorts and a short white t-shirt inside there. I
remembered that yesterday Kristi and I had been playing tennis in gym and
she had beaten me in 4 out of 5 matches. And I knew that somehow these
things were not my own memories, but belonged very much to the real Steph
Garrison.
As I sat, stunned in the now empty hallway outside the gym, Steph came up
to me and softly placed a hand on my shoulder.
"It's more serious than I thought, Jason." She said quietly. I am thinking and
acting just like you and could barely remember that I'm supposed to be in
gym right now. I'm sorry it took me so long to find you."
"It's okay," I said. "But what are we going to do now?"
"Well, something supernatural happened," she said. "There's really no
scientific basis for this sort of thing. At least not using the conventional
science available around a 20th century high school! So what we need to do
is explore the supernatural in order to return back to normal. I suggest we talk
to Zoe Burbank."
Zoe was one of the strange alternative girls in our class. She had a nose ring
and always dressed in black, usually with torn fishnet stockings and a pair of
worn combat boots. She also wore a lot of white make-up with dark,
constrasting lipstick to give her face a pale, gothic look. And it was widely
suspected she was the ringleader of a wanna-be witches coven. But perhaps
she was our best hope at this point. Steph went to a payphone in the hall and
called up the school office, asking them to page Zoe Burbank. After a brief
conversation with Zoe, Steph managed to convince her to meet us in the
hallway. There Steph explained the entire situation as rapidly as she could to
our newfound ally.
I have to admit, if Zoe was skeptical or even surprised about this tuff, she
didn't show it in the slightest. In fact, she kind of smirked at us, as Steph
explained all that had happened.
"So little miss popularity and mister science geek have exchanged
personalities, have we?" she laughed. "With all due respect, it serves you
both right. You were both rather stuck-up and conceited, but in your own
unique ways. Maybe Steph will learn something about what the nerd patrol
feels like, and hopefully Jason will learn a thing or two about the stuff
teenage girls worry about. I think this whole situation is a delightful way of
Goddess Eris showering us with chaos!"
"What?" I wondered aloud.
"Eris was the Greek goddess of chaos, discord, and confusion," Steph
explained. "Supposedly she was the one who started the whole Trojan War,
out of revenge. And a lot of freaky counter-culture people mock-worshipped
her in the '60s. There's a whole Discordian Bible written about the way to
best worship her."
"It wasn't all mock-worship," Zoe corrected. "The Discordians were largely a
joke, but Eris is real. In fact she's one of the most powerful forces in the
universe. All things tend towards chaos, you know. It's the law of Karmic
Entropy: you can't create order without causing more chaos than you resolve.
My coven worships Goddess Eris right now. And I think you are both living
proof of her divine will."
"But can you change us back?" I sobbed.
"Maybe," Zoe replied. "Come with me and we'll look up some stuff in my
books at home."
And so the three of us left school early. We stopped by my locker and I got
out my coat and purse. Or rather, Steph's coat and purse. She didn't seem to
mind when all headed straight to Steph's car, where I naturally got into the
driver's seat. Steph didn't say a word, but just smiled when I took out a tube
of pale-pink lipstick from my purse and started to put it on. Of course I
stopped when I saw myself in the mirror.
I fell silent and drove us to Zoe's place, a large fancy house out on the edge
of town. Zoe's parents were a pair of wealthy yuppies who disapproved of
their daughter's strange friends and freaky goings-on. They desperately
wished they had a normal daughter, more like Steph perhaps. But they were
mainly too wrapped up in their own lives to notice poor Zoe much. She and
Steph chattered the whole way to the house, talking a bit about parents and
other small talk. But eventually they started some argument about science
versus spiritual stuff.
When we finally arrived, Zoe got out of the car and directed us towards a
barn-like building in the back yard. "This is the old garage," she said. "My
parents store junk in the main floor, but the upstairs is an old attic of sorts
and they let me do whatever I want there. So that's where we have all the
coven stuff."
The attic was strange looking amalgamation of exposed wooden boards and
wiring, with odd-looking mystical wall-hangings and home-made watercolor
paintings on the walls. Along one of the walls a makeshift cinderblock
bookshelf stood, lined with mostly older titles, but with a lot of new-age
paperback stuff in there as well. A big, expensive looking red velvet rug
covered the center of the floor and looked vaguely oriental. A couple of half-
melted candles and old sticks of incense cluttered around the edges of the
floor rug.
"Okay, you two sit and relax and get comfy while I consult my books,"Zoe
said.
Steph and I sat down on the floor and looked at each other in silence for at
least 10 minutes, while Zoe plopped into a beanbag chair in the corner and
flipped through some books.
"I think I may have found something," Zoe said finally. "It's a magic
invocation of Eris. With the power of this spell, we should be able to
randomly swap around your minds between your bodies. It's designed to
produce random chaos and shift around souls into different bodies, but since
there's only two of you, the odds are pretty good you'll wind up with the
right attitude in the right body."
"What?!?!" I said excitedly. "B--b-but, I don't want to be in Steph's body. I
just want to have my own brain back!"
"I'm sorry, Jason, but I don't think I have the power to do that," Zoe said.
"For better or worse, I think you're just going to have to get used to being
Steph. You have her thoughts now. The best I can do is to put you in her
body, so those thoughts and memories match the physical form. Maybe in a
while, when I've learned more about witchcraft and the worship of Eris, I
can do more for you. But at least this way you won't make a fool of yourself
by putting on any more lipstick, or worse yet, trying to wear one of her
dresses to school!"
"I agree with Zoe," Steph said. "This is getting awkward for me being in this
girly body. I mean, you don't have the greatest body in the world yourself,
Jason. To tell the truth, you should probably work out some and eat more
often. You could be a more handsome person, if you tried. But all I know
right now is that I would be a lot more comfortable if I were a guy. And I
think you would feel better in my body, too."
The scary thing is, she was right. I desperately wanted to be in her body. I
could feel her soft pink sweater on my skin. And the feel of her denim skirt
on my thighs. Her little white ankle socks and shoes should be on my feet.
And I even knew what underwear she was wearing! I distinctively
remembered putting on a pair of white cotton french-cut panties with purple
flowers and a white lace bra this morning. And now she was wearing them
instead of me! This was the only way out -- I was already Steph where it
counted.
"All right, Zoe: do it," I said reluctantly.
Zoe spent some time arranging more candles and lighting some incense. She
took out a couple books and practiced waving her arms around and mumbling
something in a language Steph said she thought sounded Greek. Finally, Zoe
said she was ready for the real thing.
Zoe picked up a bundle of sticks and herbs and lit the end on fire. Steph and I
held hands and stared into each other's eyes. Her calm, sky-blue eyes looked
so peaceful to me, and I felt myself being drawn into them in way that just
felt natural. I wondered for the first time what it would be like to see my own
face and body through those deep, reflective eyes. Zoe chanted and waved
around the burnish bundle of herbs for a few moments, slowly circling us
and repeating some gibberish.
Then the world changed again.
The Goddess Eris doesn't like being manipulated and used. Perhaps we
should've realized that before we started this ritual. I mean, she is the
goddess of chaos and all, and matching personalities to bodies isn't really in
the proper spirit of spreading chaos. But I don't consider myself responsible,
because I'm just a goofy dumb girl. Zoe was the witch and Steph was the
nerd. They should've figured this out ahead of time.
What happened was that Eris had dropped me into Zoe's body, Zoe into
Steph's body, and Steph into my body.
Steph wound up quite happy. She now went around calling herself "Jason
Roark" and living my old life. Though, she (now he) really did start working
out at the gym after school and eating more healthy. In fact, during senior
year, he went out for track and did quite well as a sprinter. He got contacts
and really does look more handsome than I ever did. He's going off to
college this fall and will be double-majoring in physics and psychology. He
hopes to become some sort of parapsychologist person and study more about
what happened to us. We're trying to stick together in hopes that someday we
can reverse this.
Zoe found herself in Steph's pert little body and thought the entire situation
was pretty funny. She kept saying this was the ultimate example of Karmic
Entropy: the notion that you can't increase order in one place, without
creating a greater amount of disorder someplace else. We had restored
"Jason" ... but had dis-ordered Zoe and myself. Zoe began calling herself
"Stephanie," though she quit cheerleading and continued her witchcraft cult.
She told her old friends that "Zoe" had shown her the light and she wanted to
learn more about Eris. They bought it, but it got her into considerable trouble
with Steph's parents. They decided she must be on drugs and sent her to
several therapists for help. The therapy didn't change her, and only slowed
down our attempts to change back to normal. She's graduated and living on
her own now. This fall, "Stephanie" will be going off to college with us,
studying comparitive religion.
As for me, I had to start calling myself "Zoe." My new parents were actually
pretty happy with me when I cleaned up my act, lost the nose ring, and
stopped dressing all weird and dying my hair jet black. My hair is a kind of a
dishwater blond color now. Not as pretty as Steph's, but it's okay. I gave up
all of Zoe's weird cult stuff and I've gotten a lot more interested in boys and
parties. Zoe's old friends were pretty upset with me for "betraying them" and
becoming a preppie. But I had to follow my own path. I even tried out for
cheerleading my junior year, but didn't get in. Apparently Zoe's old
reputation had pretty well blackballed her from any such activities. I'm going
to college this fall though, and hopefully I can start a new reputation as one of
the "cool girls" there. It'll be the same school that "Steph" and "Jason" go to.
But I don't have a declared major yet. I seem to have lost a lot of drive since
all this changing. I tried to stay focused, but all I can think about these days
are guys and parties and clothes and shopping. Girl stuff, y'know?
"Steph" and "Jason" both swear they'll be able to get us all back to where we
belong given enough time. It's what they've both decided to devote their lives
to now. But I have to secretly confess that part of me really doesn't want to
change back. I'm a happy little girl in a simple way I never could've been
before.
(the end)
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