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Body Improvements - The rarely seen Body Swap episode of Home Improvement By Caleb Jones & Eric ___ Chapter One - More Power Invention week on Tool Time was just a few weeks away and Tim had built one of his wacky high-powered inventions from a used C.A.T. Scan machine and other miscellaneous used equipment he picked at a sale. Tim was hoping to develop a super C.A.T. Scan which could totally analyze the human body even on an atomic level and pinpoint any problems to be corrected. The fact that he was totally unqualified to develop such a product did not phase him at all. They didn't call him the Toolman for nothing! It was time for the latest show to begin taping and he lovingly and reluctantly put the machine back into the storeroom behind the set. The show went off without a hitch ... except for the plate glass window Tim walked through and the power stapler he had souped up which had nailed a objecting Al to the wall. The complaints grew louder when Tim called Al a sissy. As usual, though, the audience loved it all and the show was the customary hit with everyone except the insurance company. Tim would be very shocked if he discovered that the climbing ratings that made him grunt with manly pressure were the direct result of the morbid curiosity of people wondering what ghastly accidents would befall Tim next! As the stagehands took down the non-permanent parts of the set and cleaned up for the next day, Tim went into the storeroom to make an adjustment he had thought of while a muttering Al plucked the staples and glass from his clothes. A bit later, Tim was almost finished when he dropped a wrench and it accidentally shorted out the machine. A bolt of energy flared out, barely missing the startled Toolman and passing through the wall. Tim's heart started beating again after the very close call. No telling what that energy burst could have done to him but it would probably be bad! This was one time his clumsiness didn't wind up hurting him or anyone else. For the 1313 time Tim resolved to be more careful. But hey, was that ever a really great bolt of energy! He grunted with manly pride and his mighty muscles swelled. He locked the door and went home to tell his wife all about his brilliance and to lift a few cool ones. Heidi and Al were running through a little prank they planned to play on Tim on the next show, switching a slippery release coating for instant glue. Al's bearded face was grinning - he was going to get back at Tim or die trying, and the beautiful youthful Heidi was giggling. They finished and were about to leave when a strange energy pulse came out of the wall and hit them both in the head. As they staggered outside to their cars the ringing in their ears increased until they thought it would drive them right out of their heads. As though they rehearsed it, both placed their hands to their ears to block out the sound, but it did no good. They both were glad they lived close by the studio. It was strange, Heidi thought, it was almost as if she was being driven out of her head. She stumbled into the house and her husband Scott greeted his gorgeous young wife with a kiss and she collapsed in his arms, desperately putting her lovely petite hands over her ears. Her last words before she fainted were "What is that awful noise!" Al was not so fortunate -- he drove his car right through the garage door as he tried to park his car. The neighbors found him unconscious with blood streaming from his head into his beard. Very concerned, they immediately called for an ambulance. Chapter Two - Al has a wonderful dream he never wants to wake up from... The doctors at the Tim Taylor Emergency Room at Memorial Hospital were used to Al being around the hospital, but he usually was escorting Tim with an emergency injury from the set. Today Al was the patient, however. He had been unconscious since crashing his automobile and the medical staff was worried. If he stayed unconscious through the night he could lapse into a coma. They called Al's mother to come down and help Al by talking to him. They had tried to call Tim but he had been "fixing" his phone last week and the Taylor family hadn't realized that the ringer on the phone had accidentally been disabled during the operation. They were all too aware of the prank callers ringing the phone and then hanging up at all times of the night, not realizing it was just another 'benefit' of Tim's handiwork. When Al woke up, he was confused by his surroundings. He was in a strange bedroom. It was more feminine than he was used to, though he found it rather pleasant to the eye. There was a nice aroma surrounding him and he realized it was perfume. Had he somehow gotten lucky and forgotten it? He remembered the crash and reached one hand up to his forehead. It felt fine. He seemed to have a bit more hair than he remembered. He made a mental note to get a haircut. And he also noted a need to cut his fingernails. As he had checked his head for injuries, his nails could touch his skin without the rest of his fingers touching himself. How long had it been since he clipped them, anyway? Al was about to take a look at his ragged fingernails when he heard someone approaching the bedroom. He wondered what the woman he had gotten lucky with looked like. He was hoping for a tall blonde like Sharon Stone. A tall blonde walked through the door all right, but he bore no resemblance to Sharon. He was Heidi's husband. She had brought him around the set a few times after the wedding. He seemed like a nice guy but not the kind of guy either Al or Tim would hang around with. It figured that a good looking woman like Heidi would marry someone equally good looking. He never really had a chance with her, Al thought with some regret. If the truth be told, he had been carrying a torch for Heidi since she had joined the show four years ago. He could never vocalize the words but he would have loved to get in her pants. But she had married this guy and had a baby and she was apparently quite happy, so Al considered himself lucky to just be her friend. He was about to ask her husband where Heidi was when he set the tray of food down. Al watched with surprised helplessness as Scott leaned over and kissed Al full on the lips. He would have belted the guy but his punching hand was still under the sheets and he was stunned to realize that he was enjoying the kiss. It made his nipples tingle. "What the hell is going on?" Al thought loudly inside his own head. Why is Heidi's husband kissing me better than any girl has ever done ... and why am I feeling so excited in my nipples? For that matter why are my nipples feeling anything at all? They had never sent any feeling like that before. The man's hands helped provide a vital clue as they ran up and down the blanket on his chest and wrapped themselves around two large fleshy mounds on Al's chest. Al realized hands were squeezing his...tits. He desperately needed to clear his head. But it was pretty hard to clear your head with a sensory overload coming in from a body that you didn't recognize anymore. Then Scott whispered in his ear. "Heidi, I love you!" "What???" Al managed to squeak out in response. It wasn't his voice. He had heard it thousands of times, though. He was speaking with Heidi's voice! Desperately he looked down and saw a lovely curvaceous form under the sheets, which the guy drew back, exposing two impossible breasts and sending the sensual mounds of flesh on his chest moving like Jell-O. They certainly looked real. This had to be a dream! What else could it be? If it were an elaborate practical joke it was beyond anything he had ever heard of...He stared in wonder as rather large nipples swelled up and poked out from the fleshy mounds. No, It had to be a dream. Al thought a little resentfully that if he had an accident induced dream why couldn't he have been fucking Heidi instead of being inside Heidi's body? "You up to a little nooky?" asked the great looking guy. His hands expertly manipulated the sensitive tips of Al's new chest and one hand snuck under the sheet. Al Borland felt something no man had felt before and desperately wanted some more of it. "Sure!" said Al recklessly, hearing Heidi's voice leave his lips. He felt so giddy and so good - why not lay back and enjoy this fantastic dream. His body was already moving like it was on auto-pilot anyway. Chapter Three - Heidi hears the horrid truth from her own two lips... Heidi heard a strange woman's voice murmuring a mixture of reproaches and endearments at her. Then the same voice asked sharply: "You told me that my son was coming out of his coma, doctor!" "He is!" the doctor said impatiently. He'd seen quite enough of this crabby old obese woman in the last few days. While they were arguing, Heidi opened her eyes and blinked them in the bright sunlight. Hovering above her like a moon was the face of Al's mother - god, was she ever fat! I seem to be in a hospital room, but where's my Scott and why is Mrs. Borland here visiting me? Heidi felt just awful, aches and pains all over - and somehow so much heavier. What a headache! She felt her face itch and gasped when she scratched it - she felt a full grown beard. On HER chin!!! She raised her hand...but it wasn't her arm and hand! It looked so awful... so hairy and fat! She croaked out her distress and Al's mother came flying over, plopping herself down on the bed. Heidi felt the bed groan under the weight and felt like she was going to fly up and go crashing through the ceiling. Heidi clutched the sides of the bed as it shivered. The doctor tried to drag Mrs. Borland out as Heidi cheered silently. "I've warned you before. You can't sit down on sick people's beds like that - you put your son's roommate in intensive care yesterday." He called for help to shift the massive woman who refused to budge. "Son?" Heidi thought. I'm no son to anyone! Al must have gotten sick as well. She tried to introduce herself to the doctor and straighten out this confusion. She said "I'm Heidi..." but all that was heard over the commotion was 'Heidi...' "Oh, that nice lovely girl from your show. She's been by every day to see how you're doing. Too bad she's married." Al's mom was talking nonsense. Seeing the confusion on the patient's face, the doctor and four husky orderlies forced the bulky woman out of the room. Heidi tried to get out of bed but she was too weak. She felt herself to see what was feeling so wrong about her body. For a moment, she had thought she had a beard...her hands told her the truth. She did! She somehow now had a big barreled chest and her tits were gone - her lovely, lovely tits! She stifled a scream - her hands also found out that she had a man's dick. Could Al's mother be right? Was she now, in some crazy way, stuck in Al Borland's body? "AM I GOING MAD?" she gasped - she even sounded like Al. She collapsed back on the pillow weeping. The door to her room opened and her true self walked in as perky and as beautiful as ever. The mouth Heidi was using dropped. She was indeed mad. Her body walked over to her and sat in the same seat Al's mom had occupied, crossing nylon-clad legs as if she were still inside. The lovely eyes of her visitor stared back at her with a strange look in her eyes. "Have you said anything?" this impostor asked her. "No, " The beautiful girl nodded her head. "Good! They would just think you're crazy and lock you up! " "You're in my body! Are you Al?" Her former face grinned at her. "Sure am, Heidi! I don't know how I ended up in your body and you in mine though - do you?" "No, unless it was something Tim did!" "I don't think we can blame this on him for once." Al said to her in his now lilting voice. " I had a headache and the last thing I remember is heading for my garage - that's where you were found in my body." "I went home right after the show and I had this horrible headache!" "Funny I had one, too! Like I was being driven right out of my skull." Heidi got excited. "Hey that's just what mine was like! Al, why didn't you just tell people you weren't me?" "Because people would have thought I was crazy! You've been in a coma for six days. For a while they weren't sure if you were going to make it or not - so I just kept my mouth shut and -ahem- ...carried on." Heidi looked at 'her' suspiciously. "What do you mean by... carried on?" The lovely face Al showed to the world flushed a little with the thought of how he had carried on with Scott. Sex with Heidi's hubby had been great! Better than great even. It had been the best sex of his life. To cover up, he looked at the slim watch on Heidi's slim wrist. "Gosh, look at the time! I've got to get my daughter from day care and prepare Scott's supper! He gets crabby if he's kept waiting." The lithe young body sprang out of the chair, her bosoms jostling as she kissed the man in bed on the cheek and headed out the door. "What do you mean 'your' daughter, and exactly what else are you doing with my husband besides cooking him dinner, Al...???" Al didn't stop - "We'll talk more when you get out of the hospital...Al." Then the vision of a sexy female in a miniskirt was gone with a flash of long and lovely legs and a closing door. Only the sweet smell of her perfume remained behind. Heidi sniffled - I sure got short changed in this exchange, she thought. I'll get Al for this! What else can go wrong? Al is prancing around as me, living my life in my body while I'm in the hospital in his fat middle-aged body. I can't say anything to stop him because people will think I am a crazy man and you can bet Al will keep his - my mouth shut! Can this get any worse? Tim "the Toolman" Taylor walked into the room. Chapter Four -- Tim visits Al. Or does he? Tim came in, his homely face framed in smiles. He punched the patient hard on the upper arm in a manly salute and Heidi looked resentfully at him. "So glad you made it little - I mean big buddy! Hey I saw them dragging your mother out of here. What happened - did she get on an elevator and exceed the maximum weight allowance?" As usual, he grinned and chuckled at his own joke. "For once you can't blame me for her being upset or you being hurt!" Actually Tim was a little uneasy, remembering that flash of energy before Al drove off, but he kept his mouth shut. Heidi said they both had been fine when he left work that day. It had to be a coincidence. "I just saw Heidi leave, too -- man, did she ever look terrific in that miniskirt!" Tim went into his patented grunting sounds. Heidi knew Tim was devoted to his wife and just meant it as a compliment, but the reminder that she no longer was pretty and was now Al brought tears to Al's eyes. Tim saw the person he thought of as Al start crying and was embarrassed and hurriedly left. It wasn't a manly thing to do but Al was still under the weather, so he would forget he had seen the tears. Al was normally a tough guy with a heart of gold and Tim respected the rare times that tears were called for. And he knew any man would prefer to shed them alone. At least a bachelor like Al would. His wife seemed to appreciate a few tears from him on those rare occasions. It seemed to bring them closer. Still, it never looked manly to cry. Tim had second thoughts about his new invention. He paid for the parts out of his own money -- and if the thing worked it would be worth a fortune. He could just bet the little sneak running Bedford Tools would try and steal it from him. So Tim had moved it home. He would work on it in his garage -- it should be safe there. He had forgotten all about the bolt of energy from three days ago. When Jill saw the machine though, she almost called the police. "Honey... its perfectly safe!" he assured her, as usual. And as usual; his attractive wife was not reassured. "Safe??? Just like the dishwasher that hurled dishes that almost decapitated me, just like the saw that chased me around the house cutting everything in its way until it blew up the illegal fuse box, just like power floor scrubber that practically drilled a hole to China..." "Hey, I got big bucks for that one remember!" "Yeah, from the oil company -- they use it for getting through granite! I wonder what horror this monstrosity will inflect upon your family this time?" Tim huffed and left his unappreciative wife to work on his brilliant new invention. While their youngest son worked on a homework assignment at the dining room table with a girl from school, the oldest son, Brad came in with his beautiful blonde girl friend. Jennifer looked like a cheerleader and she was. In fact she was the head cheerleader. She was giggling with suppressed excitement. Brad was planning to sneak them up to his room and they were going to do a little exploring! Jennifer felt so grown up. Her girlfriends would be so jealous! Here she was with the hottest guy in school and doing something her parents would hit the roof about and the first girl in her class to get into a BOYS bedroom. Well, except for Cindy, but she had to leave school for about six months. But she had a lot more self control than Cindy did. Across the way, neighbor Wilson was playing host to his niece - the woman was talented and well informed just like her Uncle. Jill was in the kitchen fixing dinner and made a quick trip to the bathroom to check her lipstick. Tim was in the garage deciding (as usual) that a little (or a lot) of power boosting could fix the prior mishap with the energy discharge. Another bolt filled the house with its energy, spitting out through the porch and into Wilson's home. Chapter Five - Heidi and Al reflect on the new lives they now lead... "I want my body back, Al..." Heidi says, hearing Al's deep voice say the words. "Al ???" "I want my body back NOW, Al!" the portly male insists, wiping away tears from his eyes..."Take you hands away from my boobs and throw the switch to change us back, Al..." "Al ???? NOW, Al !!!" "Oh, All right, Heidi... Just five more minutes, please?" "Five more minutes!... Just five more minutes..." Al looked at Heidi and saw his mother standing beside his former body. The image of his mother finally woke him up. Al stretched out in the double bed, his arm brushing against the body of Heidi's husband Scott. It was still strange to see a much taller and larger and very handsome male body in bed with him but he was rapidly adjusting. He had good reasons for adapting so swiftly. Right now for example, he was so relaxed! Last night had been another marathon session of multi-orgasmic sex with Heidi's husband. After the variety of ways Scott had used his maleness on Al's feminine Heidi-body, the sight of it lying flaccid between his thighs no longer bothered him. In fact, Al found himself wishing it would get bigger yet again. Al had never suspected life could be so wonderful. He drifted back to sleep and dreamed of spending the rest of his life in the incredible female body he now occupied. He felt a bit guilty. But it wasn't as if he had stolen it from Heidi. Maybe God had put him here. He didn't know how, but now her wonderful body was all his to enjoy. Every luscious square inch of this new body was now under his control. It was his to do with what he would. And for Scott to do with what he would as well. As Al recalled what Scott did to this new body last night yet again, a satisfied expression appeared on his luscious lips. Al lazily drifted between relaxation and sleep, and his slender fingers moved closer to the sensitive spots his husband Scott was so fond of caressing during their lovemaking. His movements woke up Scott and soon they were both wide awake and revisiting the highlights of the evening's activities. Even his new beautiful baby girl was well behaved and quiet all night. If this was what his life was meant to be from now on, Al decided he could definitely grow to love it. Living with Scott was a quantum leap up from living with his mother! ...HEIDI Oh great, here comes "Mom" again. At least I can get out of here now. I am going crazy in this hospital. It's weird enough spending two days pretending to be Al so the staff don't think I'm a lunatic, but I can't stand this odious woman hovering around me. I feel like I am a landing field for a blimp! Maybe if she were my real mother...no, even if that were the case I still couldn't accept her presence. She must suck out all the air in the room every time she enters it. For the thousandth time since she awoke in this horrid, stocky, and male body, she stroked her chin, ever hopeful her soft silky skin had returned, and still disappointed to find a rough beard growing out instead like a thorny bush! She ducked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth with the toothbrush the hospital had provided, having tossed out the one Al's mother had brought from their home. She still shivered at the thought of using Al's toothbrush. Intellectually, she realized his stuff was now hers as long as she was stuck in Al's blimp-like body, but she drew the line at using his toothbrush. That was way too personal, and she didn't want to get to know Al that well. She took out his organ and took a piss. At least it was a lot faster to use the bathroom with this thing. No more pantyhose and bra's to worry about, either. Heck, with the beard on Al's face, she didn't even need to do any shaving anymore. She suddenly realized she missed all those things now that she had lost them. She wanted nothing more than to wear a dress and heels and walk down a street with a swing to her hips and make-up on her face. She missed the smell of her perfume and the taste of lipstick on her lips. Old spice deodorant just didn't smell the same. She had to get her body back! And soon! God! What if she was stuck as Al forever! The thought chilled her to the bone through even this covering of blubber. Perhaps the worse moments had come when Tim had come by with tapes of the shows 'he' had missed. It was pure agony seeing her beautiful lost body, wearing her costumes and moving gracefully around the set with the impostor Al obviously drinking in all the admiration from the men in the audience! And then to hear all of Tim's jokes about how AL was so fat it had taken a crane to pull him out of his wrecked car! No one had laughed louder than 'Heidi'. God, Al must really be burrowing deep into her life and identity, the former Heidi thought bitterly. She looked at the bathroom mirror. Al was still looking back at her. If they didn't change back soon, she was going to get rid of this hair on her face. She liked men with beards but she certainly didn't want a beard of her own. Why had this horrid change happened to her? She had always been nice to people, and she went to church regularly. God must have been looking the other way the day this strange switch happened. This was the sort of trouble Tim should be getting into, not her... Of course! That was it! Somehow Tim had to be involved! Wherever things were broken, Tim wasn't far away, and what could be more broken than having your body torn away from you without permission. As soon as she could get away from Al's manipulative, possessive mother, she was going over to Tim's home and see how he had caused this disaster. He had to be behind it! If he wasn't... then I may never get back. She fought back tears. She had been giving Al's tear ducts quite a workout ever since she had awoken in his corpulent body. And why not. Al is living my lovely life and I am stuck in his miserable one! And with this strong male body of hers, she could show Tim the real meaning of more power... with her fists! -- if he didn't help her get her true body back! Chapter Six Tim and Jill go up a hill and Jennifer and Brad come tumbling down... Tim began to wake up, his head pounding, but the headache was going away. Somehow, he was feeling better than he had felt in years... decades even! He looked up and saw his son Brad sleeping on the other side of the bed. Tim couldn't recall going into Brad's room. . Brad began to wake up. Tim watched as his son stretched. He was getting to be so big, so handsome. When had Brad gotten so good-looking? Tim felt some strange feelings as the young man looked at him. His body began to tingle in unfamiliar places as the young man spoke to him. "Oh, HI! You must be Brad's new girlfriend. I'm his mother, Jill Taylor." Brad cleared his throat as though he was having trouble using his voice. What the devil was Brad trying to pull this time, Tim thought? He was certainly not his mother and Tim was NOBODY'S "girlfriend." For starters, neither of them had tits, or...Tim's train of thought derailed as his hand ran over his flat chest and rolled over two soft mounds of flesh instead. He could tell they were covered by a bra. He would have wondered why he was wearing a bra, but the more important question was why he was groping a pair of breasts on his own manly chest! Jill was astonished. Her voice sounded all wrong, it was far too deep, deeper even than when she had gotten that cold last winter. And now, Brad's girlfriend was feeling herself up right in front of her. Jill watched the beautiful young woman in astonishment as she realized she was getting really excited simply by watching another female touch her tits! But she wasn't getting wet. Instead, there was a strange, powerful pulsing occurring in her pants. Looking down, she saw she was somehow wearing one of her son's shirts and her lovely, soft tits were gone. She almost freaked out as she realized her pants were bulging and throbbing below the waist. After twenty years of marriage she knew what was causing it although she had never expected to feel one attached to her own body. That explained the strange feelings of excitement, though not how she had gotten a body which could experience them. She couldn't resist covering the area with her hands and feeling the intensity double. She suddenly had an irresistible urge to take this girl in her arms and have her way with her. She wanted to pick her up and fling her on the bed and ripped off her clothes and fuck her brains out! God, what was she thinking about this innocent child in front of her. This had to be some sort of nightmare. The girl wasn't helping any by continuing to rub her breasts and now her crotch right in front of Jill. And now she was grunting with excitement. Except for the pitch of her voice, her grunts sounded just like Tim during foreplay. Exactly like him! She would know those grunts no matter what body they came out of. She had to know. "Tim...???" "Uhhhnnnnnn," the teen-aged girl grunted, then looked again at the young man jumping up from the bed. Even speaking with a young man's voice, Tim could somehow recognize the way his wife Jill spoke his name. "Jill! Is that really you?" They both hugged as they realized the other was their spouse, then they quickly pulled away from each other. Jill was surprised to feel two firm breasts press into her flat chest, and Tim was shocked to sense an excited male organ pushing out at him. Then, the combination of love they had for each other combined with the raging teen-age hormones and suddenly they were all over each other despite the incredible strangeness of it all. Tim felt he never had wanted anything so bad in his life as he wanted this young man clutching him so close. It would have been too unmanly to contemplate if Jill hadn't somehow become the boy in his arms. Becoming a sexy girl helped him ease up on the manliness for once. And it really felt too good for him to give it much thought. All the body parts seemed to fit and that was all that mattered. Jill had to have the beautiful blond girl that was somehow her husband - she would kill anyone who tried to stop her. Hurriedly, they undressed each other marveling in the young bodies they had so mysterious acquired. Never look a gift hot rod in the mouth Tim decided even if it belonged to his wife, as kisses rained down on his magnificent tits. God, it was weird feeling the wetness grow below instead of the usual firmness. Jill just wanted the beautiful body in front of her - her new dick had a mind of its own. God how the girl screamed when she entered. This had to be a dream. Just a dream, Then passion washed over them both as their minds were overwhelmed by the long forgotten emotions and hormones of their teenage bodies.. Chapter Seven -- Mark and Shanna, boyfriend & girlfriend -- A change for the better? Mark smiled shyly at Shanna - he couldn't understand why she seemed so friendly to him. She was one of the most popular girls in school, a real class leader besides being as cute as button. Whatever that means? Buttons certainly were anything but cute. Right now, she was dressed in a miniskirt and boots with a tight blouse showing off her budding breasts. True, her grades were not very good so he happy to help her with geometry. It gave him a chance to be with her. Occasionally, their hands brushed together and he felt an unaccustomed surge of excitement. Shanna must have noticed it as she wore a superior smile on her lovely lips. Then a flash of light hit them and consciousness faded. Mark woke up with a terrible headache which faded quickly. Hair seemed to fall in his face. Hair, what hair? He had a crewcut and it never got in his way. He pushed it impatiently away wondering if one of his father's or brother's dumb jokes was being pulled on him while that flash of light had distracted him. They had never gone as far as putting a wig on him though. Often Mark felt like he was adopted, he was so different from his father and brothers - even his mother. He gasped a high pitched gasp. Across the table from him was HIMSELF. The boy who looked like his twin was staring at him with opened mouth astonishment. "How did you do this?" asked the fake Mark in front of him with a very shaken voice. It was HIS voice saying the words. Mark looked fearfully down and found himself wearing a mini-skirt and boots. His legs were so shapely and covered in nylon. He somehow was in Shanna's body. These were her clothes and her... breasts! "Dad! " he yelled in a soprano voice. "Dad! What did you do now?" No answer. "Shanna? he shyly asked the body that had just been his. She nodded positively. He felt very queasy and suddenly cramps hit him and his groaned a little - "Shanna, are you - is your body sick?" he asked fearfully. The person in his former body just grinned. " No. I was having a few cramps before this happened so what you must be feeling is my peri--... but I guess now it's 'your' period! Believe me, you're welcome to it! It's the worse thing about being a girl." Mark felt tears come to his eyes. " It's not fair! I'm not a girl" "Tell me about it. Look I'm sorry , but I didn't do this to us. You are definitely a girl now. Stop looking at me like that! Do you think I want to be YOU?" Mark swallowed with Shanna's throat. "Of course not... nobody would." He started to cry, finding it easier to so in this very different body. Shanna was all concern and came over and put a comforting arm around the cute girl she had just been. "I'm sorry, Mark, I didn't mean it! If I didn't like you, would I be here? You're so smart and I'm just an air head people follow because I'm popular. It won't last. My friends are getting into boys big time and boys don't look to girls for leadership." She felt so warm and somehow so strong holding Mark in these stronger arms she now had. Mark turned up a cute, tear-stained face and she found it impossible not to kiss him. That felt really strange. Mark was afraid and attracted both at the same time. They backed off - their bodies were not ready for this, they both felt. Shanna looked at the clock. Shit! "You'll have to go home right now! You're already a little late. My mom and dad will kill you if you don't get my body home soon." Mark was confused. "But I'm already home!" he protested. "Not any more - now I'm home - look, until we can get our bodies back I'm going to have to be Mark Taylor and you have to be Shanna Laclede!" Mark gulped "You're right! I guess I have to go home to your folks." Shanna nodded vigorously. "Right, and go to class for me tomorrow. Fortunately, we're in the same rooms so you know where to sit. Don't trust my younger sister, she hates me for being the oldest." He nodded. "Where's your room." "Damn! You've never seen it. Second one to the right - don't mess it up on me!" she ordered. "Where's yours?" Mark told her and she nodded. "By the way - watch your period - you will probably need to change the tampon in about 2 hours and every six hours after that. I'm afraid you will get to know my body pretty well soon. There are instructions in the tampon box on how to put them in. I was about four days through with it so it should end sometime tomorrow." Feeling really disoriented and confused, Mark slowly gathered up Shanna's books, shyly threw her purse strap around his shoulder and left. It felt incredibly strange to look back and see Shanna in his body staying in his house and waving at him from his doorstep while he left for hers. The inch high heels on her boots made it a little difficult to walk, but Mark got better after a time. The miniskirt was drafty and his panty hose rubbed silkily on his legs as he walked to his new, and hopefully temporary home as Shanna. Talk about uncomfortable, the bra Shanna's body was wearing kept digging into his new flesh somehow. He had no idea how to fix it, though. He soon arrived at Shanna's, and for now his, home. Her mother embraced him warmly, asking how the date went with Mark. Strange... Mark thought they were just studying together. Why did Shanna tell her mother it was a date? Shanna's father, an elegant man, stood up and kissed him on the cheek. He had to deliberately keep from pulling away from the stranger who was now his father. But soon Mark found himself in a discussion of myth and reality which he found fascinating - nothing like that was ever talked about in his home. About all he heard at home was his mother lecturing his father on what was broken around the house, or dad boring him with talk about Tool Time. Chapter Eight - Jennifer and Brad... husband and wife??? !!!!!! An hour earlier at the Taylor house, the people the world would identify as Jill and Tim Taylor picked themselves off the floor. Tim of course from the garage floor and Jill from the downstairs bathroom where she had been touching up her makeup. They recovered from the bolt later than the teens around the house as they were both closer to it and not as young. Brad looked in the mirror and his mother's face stared back at him. He saw her mouth gape and with slender dish pan hands touched the glass - his mirror image mother did the same. "No fuckin' way!" he breathed. It was his mother's voice and despite himself he felt shocked to hear her use such language. He moved his hand to his mouth and watched the hand in the mirror do the same. It touched his mother's lips and smeared some lipstick on them. Brad looked down at his hand and saw the red color coating his fingers. He also saw a small pair of breasts sticking out from the T-shirt that covered his upper body. He had seen those clothed breasts every day since he was an infant. Even from this new perspective, he knew them as his mother's breasts. He was somehow in his mother's body. Stunned, Brad sat back on the toilet seat. Unfortunately for him, the lid wasn't closed and his new rear fell in and he got wet. Then he started laughing - his prissy mother had a wet butt because she sat in toilet water. Then it hit him - it was his butt now and it was wet. He was in his mother's body - it was almost to bizarre to think that she could be in his body. But it would make sense. And how did it happen? The only answer to strange accidents in the Taylor house hold was one word. "DAD!" he screamed with his mother's light contralto and rushed out into the garage after wrapping a towel around his far too wide and dripping butt. Brad found his father looking around like he was in more than his usual daze. Then he spoke and his words had a gentleness to them his father never had. "Mrs. Taylor you're dripping wet, and I seem to be stuck inside your husband's body." A flash of intuition hit Brad. "Is that you in my dad's body, Jennifer... oh, and I'm not my mother, I'm Brad!" The body before him gasped. "Brad?" Brad nodded his mother's head vigorously, hair spilling around his shoulders. He looked at the invention in the garage "This must have caused the problem!" "Can you get us back our real bodies, Mrs... Brad?" She looked like she was ready to cry. It was a disturbing feeling to see reflected on his father's face. "I don't know. I can take a look - Dad was explaining a little of it to me. " It was odd to see the motherly figure of Mrs. Taylor crawling around under the strange device and Jennifer had to stifle a laugh. "Fraid not! It's shorted out. It's going to need some parts." Jennifer hugged Brad and did that ever feel strange. She laughed. "It just occurred to me - we are man and wife." Brad swallowed. His... tits? were tingling and he felt a strange dampness down below, but he knew he hadn't gone to the bathroom. And it wasn't the wet pants, either. "That's right!" he said looking up at the taller body in front of him and without warning he was kissed. He found himself responding and grew even more excited when he felt an erection poking him in the belly. He somehow didn't even mind that... poke since Jennifer was the one doing the poking. "Let's go upstairs!" Jennifer said after taking a deep breath, with a hint of a grunt in her voice.. Brad pressed his new soft female body against the male one and nodded. It felt right. Chapter Nine -- Wilson and his niece Willow learn to handle a new twist from life... Wilson slowly regained consciousness. He hadn't been psychically hit this hard since his studies with the Maharishi Yogi Barishi. An evil student had tried to transfer Wilson's memories from the teachings into his own mind to pass the course. It had taken a great deal of mental control and spiritual power to resist and repel the intruder. This attack was different. It was more of a mental avalanche instead of a psychic attack. It had been too powerful, too forceful. It had swept through his mind and torn it apart, then it put him back together and faded away. The pain had been tiny and slow at first but soon accelerated into a mind-numbing, throbbing pain which left his body moments after producing a total incapability of thought during which he had blacked out. He looked around. Somehow he had traveled from the bedroom to the kitchen. He could smell the tofu roast his niece was preparing for dinner and her perfume lingered strongly through the kitchen although she was nowhere to be seen. He hoped she was unhurt by the powerful force that had laid him low. Wilson felt almost euphoric after his collapse. He hadn't felt as healthy and vibrant for the last two decades as he did now, despite a healthy diet and exercise. He almost felt thin. And as the shock wore off, he was beginning to realize that some important parts of his body were feeling very different. His chest seemed swollen and sensitive...and somehow bouncy, and a draft unexpectedly chilled his legs. He worried about Willow, his niece. If the psychic blast attached her as it hid him, then she could be anywhere. Suddenly, the kitchen door burst open and a mad sight almost drove Wilson insane. In all the years, and all the sights he had seen on the many journeys he had made, none could prepare him for the shock of his own body flailing clumsily through the doorway. The shock grew even greater as his duplicate body stared at him and called him Uncle Wilson. Only one person called him Uncle... Willow. But if Willow was occupying his frame, than who was he. There was only one possible answer. He looked down at himself and saw... her body. He was somehow inside the body of his niece and she was now him. And he thought Tim Taylor was the only one who got into trouble. At least he hadn't become Tim. He felt sorry for Willow though. She had lost not only her femininity to him but also her youth. She was about twenty years older as long as she was stuck inside of his body Willow stared at him and began to cry. This was unnerving even to someone who had seen as much in his life as Wilson had, and watching his own body in tears was too much for the strange new feminine chemistry of his new body. He couldn't stop bursting out in tears himself as his female body joined in the flood of tears. Willow tried to stop crying as her own body with her Uncle Wilson inside started to cry as she did. Naturally he was doing a better job of it than she was. Tears flowed down her former face, ruining her mascara. If her Uncle couldn't get himself together, than she had to. She was somehow the man of the house now and it was up to her. She concentrated and turned off her own tears with far more ease than usual. Then she put an arm around her uncles new body. It was so strange to be comforting her own softly weeping body, to feel it tremble and begin to finish up the crying jag. Her emotions had been on edge for the past few days. She would have to check her calendar, it was almost time for her period. Only now Uncle Wilson would be the one to get it. He always was showing off to her about how much more he knew, but now she knew something he didn't... and some things he would have to learn in order to deal with them. As she looked down at her pretty body, she felt strangely attracted to herself all of a sudden. An unfamiliar swelling seemed to be taking place below her waist. She wondered if she had hurt something male down there, then realized it was probably a normal reaction of her new male body she would have to adjust to. As the last tears exited the eyes of the slender female body he now possessed. Wilson began to feel better. It really helped to get all the angst out of his system. He was feeling a lot better now emotionally, but he was beginning to get a headache. Then the first cramp started. Great, he thought, I lose twenty years but get a body that has something wrong with it. Wilson had studied hundreds of subjects, but women had always remained a mystery to him. Even now that he was one of them, the mystery remained. This was Willow's body. She might know what was wrong with it. He started to tell her about the symptoms he was feeling when another cramp hit him. Willow went upstairs and came down with a small medicine container which she handed over to him. Midol, said the label on the body. Wilson seldom watched television and never read women's magazines, so he only had a vague memory of hearing the name somewhere. He looked at the label and read that it relieved premenstrual pain among other things. "I see..." He was relieved. If it was something his new body went through each month, then he could get through this as well. Another cramp quickly made him question his resolve, though. He hope the Midol would kick in soon. He expected he would get quite an education during the next week or so, if he couldn't figure out how to reverse this strange exchange. Strange Exchange... It would make a good title for an article in a psychiatric newsletter. He might even get an entire paper out of it and get the final credits he needed for that degree in Clinical Sociology from the local university. He couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably as he wondered which body they would give the degree to now. Chapter Ten -- Parental influence... Things were wild in Brad's bedroom. The bodies of two energetic teenagers were rolling around naked on the bed. They had never felt such passion! Jennifer's body giggled smugly, grunting in a most non-feminine manner. "Just can't get enough of me, can you, Brad? -- I mean Jill! " "Oh, shut up and kiss me, my sweet little Tim ... or should I call you Jennifer now, Tim. Third time is a charm... " Jill in her son's body felt strong and masterful. Meanwhile in the master bedroom, the former Brad now enjoyed the latest in a series of orgasms surging through the body of his mother. As Jill Taylor, he had just had sex with Jennifer who now resided in his dad's body. Both had been surprised at the excitement these grown-up bodies had! It had been very strange kissing someone of the same sex they were used to being, especially an older person, but by closing their eyes and imagining an attractive partner, they soon got over it. Finally they lay back, satisfied. It was kind of cool being in charge and adult they thought, but what had happened to their own young bodies? Could they get them back? "We better go see what happened to...us?" said Brad with motherly concern in his mother's voice. Reluctantly Jennifer agreed and grunted OK. Brad was startled. She sounded just like his dad. They dressed and Brad without thinking about how he knew how to do it, used some residual memory from the brain of the body he now occupied and made up his mother's lovely face. He didn't want her to know that he had been making out with her body. That would be way too embarrassing! The apparent Mr. and Mrs. Taylor opened the door to Brad's bedroom and were shocked to see their former selves having sex! Brad hadn't even had a chance to have sex in that body yet. How dare his mother do it with his body. The gasp Brad made went unheard by the hormonally driven teenaged parents! Embarrassed, he shut the door. Jennifer looked furious. "How dare your dad use my body to have sex! I was a virgin! He got to have the first time instead of me!" "Well, It was my first time, too! " Brad said. Somehow, it wasn't as tough to admit he was a virgin as long as he was a woman to the world. He actually felt proud of the fact. "They got our young, virgin bodies, while we're both stuck old -- and you're stuck ugly!" "Well, thanks very much, MRS. TAYLOR!" "Sorry, I was just kidding! You actually look pretty good for a man of your age, Jennifer! Lets not argue! I hate it when my folks do that! Look, I think I can fix the machine -- but lets use the time to get back at those two for taking our virginity!" Jennifer used Tim's manly lips to grin at Brad with. "We could make them go to school !!!" "That and more!" "All right!" they high-fived each other and kissed just like Tim and Jill usually did, without knowing it, and opened the door. Two very guilty looking teen bodies looked up from the bed. This is going to be superb, thought Brad inside his mother's body. He and Jennifer arranged their new faces in suitably grim and serious expressions and slammed the door against the wall! The two startled parents stared guiltily at their true bodies while trying to hurriedly cover up their nakedness. Tim forgot he had breasts to cover up now, so Jill grabbed a pillow and put it in front of his bouncing tits. "Brad! Jennifer! I am shocked!" said the real Brad with all the authority he could imitate with his mother's voice. Brad, your father and I trusted you -- and as for you young lady I have a good mind to tell your parents how you enticed our little boy." The two young bodies stared in wonder at 'Mrs. Taylor.' Now It was Jennifer's turn to play parent. "Yes, you two, for shame! I've never been so shocked! To think that a son of mine would behave in such an irresponsible manner! You two get dressed right now, and Jennifer, you go home and think about what you did! You're hardly behaving like a young lady!" 'Brad' and 'Jennifer' stared bewilderedly at each other - who were they - had they just fantasized about being Tim and Jill - Tim and Jill were right there and behaving like - well two shocked parents. " "Sorry mom! " Brad said automatically, his body's reflexes taking over his actions hurriedly dressing. 'Jennifer' started to cry uncontrollably. "Please don't tell my folks!" Tim may not be sure who he really was right now, a teenage girl or a dislocated adult, but he sure didn't want this body's folks told about what happened. "God! the lectures I'll get. I would be grounded forever!" Tim whined in a wonderful Jennifer impersonation. The 'teens' looked at each other. They would dearly have liked to talk things over, but with two stern authority figures standing right there they couldn't. Tim was startled by the way he was putting on panties and bras like he had done it all his life! Then on went the short miniskirt and tight blouse baring the midriff which the original Jennifer had worn to be more seductive. Shit! Is my hair ever a mess! Tim thought and hurriedly ran the brush he found in the purse through it. His lipstick was all smeared and without conscious thought he fixed it. "I'll drive you home, Jennifer!" said 'Mr. Taylor' to her real body, thinking at least I get to drive a hot car, that's something out of this deal! I sure hope Brad can fix the machine. It would awful to be stuck so old and ugly! Then she grinned to herself -- it was sure great to make adults sweat! Now the high heeled shoe is on the other foot. How dare Mr. Taylor steal and use her body like this anyway? He deserved a little payback. She hustled her former self down the stairs and was annoyed to see 'Jennifer' crying. I can't believe my body is acting so wimpy, Jennifer thought. Tim was feeling even more bewildered that usual and was horrified to find himself so submissive! It was weird to sit in the passenger side of his own beloved hot rod! He stared with crystal clear blue eyes at his wonderful machine. 'Could that have cause the problem? Naw! Impossible - maybe he was really Jennifer? Maybe he was dreaming the whole thing? Tim was so confused. Jennifer peeled the car out onto the street and Tim thought - Show off! You'll ruin the tires ... and how reckless! Jennifer in Tim's still horny, homely body couldn't help but think -- boy this car is hot! Then she sighed, looked at her hot body in the seat next to her and thought, so am I! They pulled up in front of Jennifer's house and it was weird for both of them - Tim felt himself feeling very frightened as 'his' new folks told him to get ready for bed and Jennifer feeling very strange to have her folks treat her with respect and to watch her own lost beautiful body climb the stairs to what had been her room! Meanwhile, back in the Taylor house, Brad was enjoying lecturing his mother in his former body the way she used to do him. "God! What a bitch," thought Jill, still dazed and confused and uncertain of who she really was thought "Is that all she can do? Nag, nag, nag -- why can't Mom show a little understanding -- you would think she was never young once herself! The person they both took to be Mark walked into the kitchen and said "What did Brad do, Mom?" "Your brother was in bed with her girl friend! Your father and I walked in on them! I have never been so shocked in my life!" 'Mark's' face grinned delightedly -- pretty hot goings on in the Taylor house -- much better than her boring old home! "Shame on you, brother!" "That's right!" nodded the head of Mrs. Taylor as she agreed. "Didn't you have the sense to at least lock the door!" said 'Mark'. 'Brad' snickered and 'Jill' looked offended. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" Randy, the middle brother walked in and sighed -- his mother was at it again with his brothers and he could hear his dad peel recklessly into the garage -- just another typical day in the Taylor house, he thought. Meanwhile a certain pretty dentist was surprised to get a call. "Really, I had no idea poor Al was in a coma -- his mother never called me! And you say Al, was murmuring for me all during his coma? I'll go right over and see him and comfort him! Thanks for calling me." A lovely slim hand put down the phone with self righteous satisfaction. The mind behind two beautiful eyes was thinking 'I certainly want the new Al to have a chance for happiness, that's the reason I called my - I mean his old fianc?e. It certainly wasn't because I want to get him so tangled up romantically, he wont interfere with my new life or try and get it back from me!" "Heidi..." called a thrilling male voice. It was her husband! "Yes, dear." Said the apparent Heidi, smiling. "The baby is sleeping! Are you game for a little fun!" He was delighted to see the enthusiasm with which his spouse greeted the suggestion! Chapter Eleven - It's Tool Time! That night was the strangest night that ever happened to those in the now scattered Taylor household. While Tim and Mark did their best to pretend to be the young women they appeared to be inside their unfamiliar new homes, Brad and Jennifer stayed up late and then made out on the couch after the "boys" went to bed. A very confused Jill had watched her body constantly for any sign that someone else was inside her body but Brad was too good an impersonator for her to catch him in a goof. Jennifer erred several times, not being as familiar with the family and Tim in particular but Jill was unable to determine whether it was her husband's natural clumsiness or someone dealing with a new body. The next morning the two "parents" rushed the young men in the household off to school. Poor Jill had woken up with a hard on and dreaming of Jennifer. Even more confused and stunned by the unwanted reactions of her new body, she started to actually consider believing that she might really be Brad. Maybe she - or rather he, Brad - had gone insane? she wondered. Logically, it was impossible to people to switch bodies! That sort of thing only happened in the movies and TV. Unable to tell the difference between what she knew to be true and what the world and even her own body was telling her was real, she picked up Brad's books and went to school. She could only console herself with the thought she would probably see that gorgeous Jennifer today! She made Jill feel so strangely masculine, but they were feelings she was starting to enjoy. The apparent Mr. and Mrs. Taylor relaxed around the kitchen laughing at how they had fooled the grown ups and enjoyed relaxing around the kitchen with some coffee and doughnuts. Brad wolfed down four doughnuts until Jennifer warned him to be careful or he would put some unwanted pounds on his new figure. Brad almost choked on his doughnut, he liked the way his breasts felt but he hardly wanted them to get bigger. And his mom's waist was already pretty thick. Not to mention how wide his hips were now. He found it so incredible to realize that he was born from those very hips yet now they were his. He started to panic when he figured out he could give birth to another brother someday if he got stuck in his mother's body forever. The prospect was so grim that he put it totally out of his mind. It was too much to think about. They went upstairs and Jennifer helped Brad get into a nice outfit from his mother's closet. He needed some help with the underwear as well. Bras were a lot easier to get off than to put on, he discovered, even if they were fitted to your body. He gave her some advice on how to shave her face. After a few grunts, owes, and curses while Jennifer cleaned up, they were finally reasonably presentable. Jennifer groaned as she looking at Tim's homely face in the mirror, dabbing toilet paper on the shaving cuts on her face. "I sure hope you can fix the machine soon. I would hate to go through life with this old man's face!" Brad knew of no chores his mother was supposed to do, so he decided he had better accompany Jennifer to the studio. After the show, he could pick up parts for the machine, but he wasn't in any particular hurry - he enjoyed being the adult and ordering the kids around, AND he enjoyed making out with Jennifer despite her looking so... male! His mother's body felt so comfortable somehow! He was even getting used to having breasts, and when Jennifer kissed them it was quite indescribable. There were some major positives to being a woman, he thought. His real chest had never felt anything like the chest he now had! Before they left, Jennifer watched a highlight reel from the show and exclaimed " My God I hope I come out of this alive!" On the way to the studio, Brad tried to keep a wildly driving Jennifer from breaking too many speeding laws, but she just grunted and told him to cool it - that he was being a sissy. Tim Taylor was scheduled to film a show in front of a live audience today and now Jennifer would have to take his place. It was a good thing his dad had a reputation as a well know klutz, Brad thought, it might help them get through the day while shooting the show. At least he knew the way around the Tool Time set. Brad had seen many shows of course, as the son of the star of the show, but this was his first as the wife of the star. Everyone was much nicer to him. The stagehands fetched him coffee. The lovely young Heidi wandered by and chatted with him about her "darling baby girl." Brad had a hard time keeping from checking out Heidi's tits barely hidden behind a tight blouse. He might have boobs of his own now but Heidi had the boobs of a goddess. And Brad was still enough of a man deep inside his motherly body to appreciate them. When Heidi said she had to go to her dressing room and change for the show "Jill" asked if she minded some company. Heidi seemed to hesitate a bit then agreed. The female costar of the show and the wife of the Toolman proceeded to Heidi's little dressing room. Brad watched as Heidi took off her clothes exposing her breasts, covered only by a flimsy bra, to her friend. Al was surprised by his attitude. Here he was undressing in front of Jill Taylor of all people and he felt quite comfortable. She was just a woman like he was now, after all. She had children like he had now and a husband who loved her like Scott loved him. He took off Heidi's bra and cupped her breasts. He had yet to learn the secret of making the bra fit comfortably and it hurt his breasts in some places. He noticed Jill staring unabashed at his chest. "I wish I didn't need to wear a bra, Jill. It seldom feels very comfortable. It's better than having them bounce around all day, though." "I know what you mean, Heidi." Mark said tugging his own bra away from where it constricted some sensitive flesh." He looked down at the small mounds on his mother's chest. "Of course, you have more to bounce around than I do." They both giggled and laughed and Al finished dressing Heidi's body and they left the dressing room for the stage. When they entered the studio, Jennifer greeted them and took Brad off to the side. "What were you doing with Heidi in that room, Brad, you were gone for quite a while. He didn't answer and she tapped her foot and waited. Finally Brad answered. "I didn't do anything, Jennifer. Relax! I know you don't like it when I look at Heidi, but you have to admit that there is little I could do with her as long as I look like this. You are much more my type right now than she is. We were just making 'girl talk'. At least I think that was what it was, since I've never talked 'girl to girl' before. Jennifer calmed down after hearing that, grunted, and took Brad in her strong manly arms and gave him a big kiss. After a few minutes, they had to stop since the backstage crew had begun to applaud their ardent embrace. Embarrassed to be caught in public kissing a man, particularly a man who looked just like his father, Brad blushed and dragged Jennifer to the set. He told Heidi that Tim was a bit under the weather and that he said it was O.K. for her to take the spotlight on today's show. Al was astonished. He had never been given a chance to star on the show before, and now that he was Heidi, he was getting to be the headliner for one show. He was nervous, but he had an idea. They had been planning a show featuring repair work a woman could easily do and it could be bumped up to today's filming. "Tim" nodded his agreement and "Heidi" danced off to make the arrangements. Brad slipped his arm around the waist of his husband/girlfriend, still a bit surprised to hold onto someone taller than himself. They were both pretty happy. The show looked like it would be one Jennifer could pull off after all. It would be still be tough though, since she didn't even know the difference between a Phillips head and a regular screwdriver. As they got ready, Al thought to himself, "I wonder why Tim keeps checking out the script with Jill... He usually ad-libs his way through the show. I hope he shapes up in the next half of the show. I may have to make a joke about Al's mother... I mean my mother... if he doesn't say something funny soon. At least he has been getting some humor out of the act of pretending he doesn't know which tools are which." Little did he know how real "Tim's" lack of knowledge was. Jennifer was pleased by the way she was fitting in with the show. She had managed to memorize the script and felt the show was going well. If she could figure out what she was supposed to "wrench" with, she would be all set. At least Brad was able to help her figure it out. Between the two of them, and Heidi's able aid in correcting the things she didn't understand, the show went well. When Heidi asked her why she kept getting stuff wrong, she got a little upset and said "You may understand this stuff, Heidi, but most women get lost around it." "Oh, I see, Tim, you're playing dumb so I can explain clearly to the audience." Jennifer was surprised for a moment, but she wasn't dumb. If Heidi wanted to supply an explanation as to why she didn't know everything Tim Taylor should know, she knew enough to take advantage of it. That's right, Heidi, I may be the Toolman, but today you are the ToolWoman and it is up to you to take the women in our audience through the steps. The audience burst out in applause and the rest of the show went along quite well. Afterwards, "Heidi" gave "Tim" a manly slap on the back and congratulated him on a superb show. "I wasn't sure where you were going for a while, but you sure pulled it off, Tim. Jet me know your plans ahead of time next time though, O.K.?." Another slap on the back from "Heidi" and Al left for his new home and family. Brad ran up and kissed Jennifer, telling her how great a show it was. They hugged and went home. Chapter Twelve -- We are all just players on a stage... Flushed from the excitement of getting through the show successfully "Tim" and his "wife" headed over to the hardware store and picked up some parts for the machine in the garage. The man ignored the pleas from the attractive woman beside him to slow down and take it easy in the hot rod. "Women!" he thought and grunted manly. Meanwhile, in the home of Al Borland, his mother was arguing with whom she naturally thought was her son Al. "So