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The Reluctant Swapper
by Pretzelgirl
(note: might not hurt to read Karmic Entropy by Pretzelgirl first)
"Did you notice anything unusual about Lexie Bok today?" I asked Steph.
Steph shrugged without even bothering to look up and just continued
reading her book. Steph is like that to me a lot. She has this notion she
doesn't really have to take me all too seriously.
"I mean, didn't she seem out of place somehow?" I persisted. "Perhaps
'karmically' out of place?"
At this Steph looked up at me. Now let me tell you, Steph Garrison is an
interesting person. She's got these amazing bright blue eyes that somehow
mesh well with her cheaply dyed jet-black hair. She always dresses all in
black, usually wearing ripped fishnets if she can possibly get away with
it. She's your typical bizarre Goth-witch girl ... except that she didn't
used to be. She used to be in the body I'M in right now. She used to be a
girl named Zoe Burbank. But a little "accident" happened involving nature
of karmic entropy ... not to mention the act of taking in vain the name of
the ancient and long-dead Greek goddess of chaos. Well to make a long
story short, Steph, myself, and our good friend Jason (who I used to be!)
wound up changing places. But that's another story.
The point here is that Steph's interest was piqued when I mentioned the
possibility of something being karmically rotten with Lexie Bok. Steph
(and Jason) have been eagerly working to find a way to swap us all back
into our original bodies ... and the possibility of ANYTHING unusual or
freakish might hold a clue to aiding us in achieving that goal. Supernatural
crap is always enough incentive to get their attention.
"What's wrong with Lexie?" Steph asked me point blank.
"I think she's swapped bodies with someone," I whispered back to her. "I
have her in my 9:30 aerobics class, and she seemed very odd in the locker
room. Confused ... and I caught her sneaking glances at me in the
shower."
Well, okay ... that last part wasn't exactly true. Though I used to be that
guy named Jason, events caused me to not only wind up in Zoe's body,
but to acquire a decidedly more feminine frame of mind as well. The truth
is I think and act like a girl now as well ... and I'm a girl who is not all
that happy with her body. My breasts are too small. My hair is mousy and
TERRIBLE to manage. And to make it all worse, I'm starting to get a little
bit chunky in places. I worry that I don't have what it takes to compete for
a guy's attention. So, it amuses me to pretend that maybe Lexie Bok (or
whoever inhabited her body) might be sneaking peeks of my naked,
glistening body in the shower. A girl's got to take her thrills where she
can find them, right?
"Is that all?" Steph asked.
"Well no," I started. "The truth is ... well, you know the kind of person
Lexie is. Or was -- she's always been a lot more of a girl like ME than a
girl like you. Interested in guys and parties and looking good. Not that
you DON'T, of course. I just meant that in a 'fashion-conscious' way.
But anyway, lately she's hasn't worn makeup, her hair isn't done, and her
clothes seem disheveled and very poorly coordinated, I might add."
Steph shrugged impatiently and turned back to her book. "So she's having
a bad day. I know I am."
"But what if it's not just a bad day?" I persisted. "What if she's traded
bodies with someone else -- a guy who doesn't know how to deal with
being trapped in a beautiful young girl's body?"
"You managed," she replied.
"Yeah, but I had the benefit of gaining a lot of 'girly' thought-processes
when we got screwed up," I said.
Steph couldn't help but smile. "Benefit, eh? You sound like you're
enjoying being a girl, Zoe Burbank?"
I giggled. "Shut up!"
Steph's face softened. "All right. I'll tell you what -- you go and talk to
Lexie and see if you can invite her over to our dorm tonight. I'll bring
Jason with me and we'll see if we can't get to the bottom of this, okay?
But don't be shocked if it's all just in your imagination, all right?"
Piece of cake! I thanked Steph for her 'understanding' and rushed off to
find Lexie. Finally, I'd get to help Steph and Jason with some of their
'serious research into the paranormal.'
To begin with, tracking down Lexie was easy enough. Not only did I
have morning aerobics with her, but she was also in my afternoon speech
class. So I sat through the long, dry lecture doodling some cute pictures of
flowers and smiley-face suns in my notebook. I noticed that Lexie wasn't
sitting in her usual seat, and she was wearing a pair of grungy sweatpants
and old tennis shoes today. Her sweatshirt had what looked like ketchup
stains splattered on it, too! That was very unlike the preppy fashion queen
I thought I knew.
After class I approached her.
"Lexie?" I said, tapping her on the shoulder.
She seemed startled and spun around too quickly, dropping her books.
"Oops," I said, stooping to help her pick up her fallen load. "I didn't mean
to frighten you."
"I-it's okay," she said, smiling weakly.
"I was just wondering," I started awkwardly. "Well ... if everything is all
right? I mean, you seem a little ... um ... not exactly yourself lately?"
Lexie blushed. "I have been having a hard time ... I guess you could say,
I haven't exactly been in my right mind the last day or so."
EXACTLY what I thought! The veiled reference to having traded bodies
with someone else. Now we were getting somewhere. She was opening
up to me. Push the issue now, but gently.
"Some friends of mine and I might be able to help," I continued in a low
voice. "We all haven't exactly been ourselves lately either. And we know
a little bit about what makes a person not in her right mind ... or in HIS
right mind, either?"
Lexie seemed suddenly flustered and nervous.
"I d-d-don't think I follow," she stammered.
"We might be able to help," I said. "That's all I can say here. Meet me at
my dorm room tonight, if you can. Bergley Hall 128. Please?"
"I'll be there," she replied with a sudden intensity that surprised me.
And sure enough she showed up ... and fairly early in the evening as
well. Steph had just gotten back from the library with Jason and I was just
lounging around listening to music when Lexie come knocking on the
door. Now Steph and I have a pretty small dorm room to share, but
somehow that night we managed to squeeze ourselves plus Lexie and
Jason into the confined space. I like it that way, though ... cozy quarters
make people feel more intimate and comfortable sharing personal secrets.
Which is, after all, what we were about to do.
I introduced Lexie to everyone, we sat down on the rug, and I asked Lexie
to say what had happened.
"I don't know that I can," she started. "You won't believe me."
Jason laughed. "If this is what I THINK it's about, we'll believe you," he
said. "Maybe we should tell her our story first, gang?"
Steph smiled and nodded, and so Jason related to Lexie the story about
how we had all wound up swapped around into the wrong bodies ... and
been trapped this way. And he explained how we're trying to learn as
much as we can about the ways and means of both magic and science in
the hopes that someday we can return ourselves to our rightful bodies.
Lexie listened in rapt silence, and when Jason had completed his quick
narrative she smiled and began her own tale:
"I'm trusting that this whole thing isn't just a trick to humiliate me. But I
have to turn to someone, and you guys seem the best thing I've got. So
here goes: you guessed right. I'm not really Lexie Bok. I'm a guy named
Gary Simon. I used to be a strong, healthy, handsome male. A perfect
specimen of manhood! I don't know what happened. I can't imagine what
happened. Two days ago I just went to sleep and everything was nice and
normal ... and then I woke up and discovered that I was a girl! I was
wearing a nightie, and I had breasts, but I haven't been able to tell anyone.
Not until now at least. And I don't dare approach my old body. He seems
to be acting totally normally. He's just a normal guy and doesn't seem to
notice me at all. And his friends don't seem any different around him.
They still treat him like he's a cool guy. Nothing is apparently wrong ...
except I'm a girl! Somehow Lexie stole my body from me and is now
leading my life!"
With that, tears started gushing down her face. Poor girl, I thought. She's
kept it all bottled in up until now. Sure, she used to be a tough guy who
couldn't cry. But she's got all sorts of hormones wreaking havoc with her
mind now ... and the stress of suddenly trading bodies with a stranger
doesn't help one's emotional control either. It must be horrible without
someone supportive there to help you along like I had with Steph and
Jason. I was so glad I could be here to help someone else going through
such a traumatic experience.
I hugged her and helped dry her tears with a Kleenex.
"It'll be okay, Lexie. We'll get you back where you belong," I said.
"Somehow, we'll find a way to do it.
"That's just it," she choked. "I'm NOT Lexie!"
Steph and Jason exchanged knowing glances, and then Steph frowned.
I've gotten used to the two of them being smarter than I am most of the
time. They've done this thing with the furrowed brows and the sneaky
nods in the past. It always means they're both thinking the same thing ... I
gathered they were on to something here that wasn't yet apparent to me.
Jason stood up. "Steph, can you help Lex- er ... Gary out. Just stay with
him and comfort him for a bit. I'd like to have a word with Zoe in
private."
He and I went out into the hall. "Zoe, I think there's more to this than
even you had originally suspected."
I shrugged cluelessly. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I know Gary Simon. So does Steph ... he's an upperclassman
psych major who's in a couple workshops I've gone to with her."
I felt a little left out. I mean, they never invite me to come along with them
when they go to museums or libraries or seminars. But I guess that's just
because they know I wouldn't really enjoy it. Once upon a time maybe ...
but things are different now.
"Anyway," Jason continued. "Gary Simon has been obsessed with Lexie
Bok for the longest while. Ever since she started college. But she won't
have a thing to do with him. And I don't blame her, either. The guy's a
creep ... he's a grade-A jerk who manipulates and uses women, and treats
men like dirt as well. And he's not the sort of person that we'd likely see
crying his eyes out on your dorm room floor."
"Well obviously the stress of trading bodies with Lexie has gotten to
him," I ventured.
Jason shook his head. "I don't think so. Did you hear Lexie refer to Gary
as a 'cool guy' in there just now? And she called him 'handsome' once as
well. That's not something I'd expect to hear her say about him. Not from
the things I've heard he's tried with her."
That's true, I mused. I knew Lexie as an acquaintance of sorts ... and
from what I could tell, she wasn't at all the type of girl who would think
Gary Simon was a 'perfect specimen of manhood.'"
"And Gary Simon wouldn't have said he had 'breasts,'" Jason continued.
"He'd have called them 'tits' or 'hooters' or something worse. Either his
mind has been seriously mucked about with ... or that's not really Gary
Simon inhabiting Lexie Bok's body."
"Well, how do we find out for sure?" I asked. "And what do we do about
it even if you're right?"
"I've got an idea," he said. "But I'll need Steph's help for this one. Can
you handle Lexie for a bit? Just humor her and keep her calm until we get
back."
I agreed to stay with Lexie throughout the night and help her through this.
Steph and Jason took off, saying they were going to Lexie's dorm to talk
with her roommate and pick up some of her things so she could spend the
night with us.
Except they were gone for about five hours. To my credit it only took me
forty-five minutes to figure out they weren't just picking up her
toothbrush and a change a clothes. But five hours was plenty of time for
Lexie and I to have a good, heart-to-heart girl-chat. The longer we talked,
the more of a "normal girl" she seemed in so many natural ways. Despite
her insistence that she was Gary Simon and that she wasn't comfortable
wearing women's clothing or being at all feminine, her mannerisms, her
speech, her body language just seemed appropriate for a woman. It's a lot
of the subtleties that you can't fake. She seemed like a girl PRETENDING
to be a man ... but definitely a girl at heart.
But then, I reminded myself, someone could easily make the same sorts of
observations about me. I doubt if I could properly act masculine
nowadays if I needed to. And just a few years back I had been a guy.
People change.
Eventually Steph and Jason returned.
"It was exactly what I suspected," Jason smiled gleefully. "I might've
suspected earlier on that a creep like Gary Simon might've tried a stunt
like this. Especially considering his field of expertise."
"But we managed to turn the tables on him," said Steph with a laugh. "He
might've had HIS area of expertise, but combined with the magico-
scientific powers of Jason and I ... he was no match."
Lexie seemed on the verge of tears again. "B-b-but I'M Gary Simon! And
I'm not a creep ... oh, just put me back in my rightful body, puh-
LEEZE?"
Steph's face softened again, and I saw Jason stifle a laugh.
"Lexie, you aren't Gary Simon," Steph said gently. "Gary Simon is a
pscyh student who's been studying a lot about hypnotic suggestion and
the application of various drugs to induce a more suggestible state. When
you wouldn't go out with him and repeatedly spurned his attentions, he
hypnotized you."
"H-h-how?" Lexie stammered, clearly holding back tears.
"He snuck into your room at some point and laced your daily multi-
vitamins with his drugs," Jason said. "And we found a tape recorder
under your bed with a remote timer attached and a looping message urging
you to believe you were Gary Simon ... and that Gary Simon is the
'perfect specimen of manhood.'"
"We believe he wanted to exact this sort of revenge on you to make you
feel just like he did when you rejected him. That's why he also implanted
this emotional distress in you," Steph said. "But don't worry. Jason is a
psychology student too, and he can easily bring you back to your normal
self."
Steph and I left the dorm for a few moments and came back with coffee
for everyone. It was getting to be a late night and I rather suspected I
wasn't going to get any of my precious beauty sleep. By the time we came
back though Jason had completed his de-programming, and Lexie was
visibly more relaxed.
"Thank you guys so much for helping me out," Lexie said much more
quietly and restrained than before. "And thank you especially Zoe for
taking the time to notice there was something wrong with me in the first
place. I doubt if many other people would've cared. If it weren't for you
guys, I might've wound up in a mental hospital!"
I blushed. "All too often we get so busy with our own lives, we don't take
notice of the people around us and the problems they might be having," I
said. "It's just good karma to take an interest in your friends' well-being."
"Well thanks," she replied. "But I sure WOULD like to get revenge on
that dirty asshole for what he put me through!"
Steph and Jason exchanged glances again and started laughing. There they
go again ... knowing something before anyone else does!
"I'm sorry," Steph managed to say. "It's just that we took the liberty of
exacting vengeance for you already. While we were out, Jason made a
similar tape to the one used on you. We popped that into the tape player
and got it hidden under Gary's bed."
"We didn't have time to do any sort of drug-therapy on him," Jason said.
"But fortunately we had Steph, who is a bit of an accomplished witch.
She's not powerful enough to swap people's bodies around ... but she is
strong enough to cast a temporary hypnosis spell."
"Actually," Steph said. "I just blew some 'dust of suggestibility' into his
window. It'll only affect him for a couple of days ... but when he wakes
up this morning, he'll be 100% convinced that he really IS Lexie Bok.
He'll probably bug you a lot about getting his body back from you, but
it's only temporary ... and I thought you'd likely enjoy the results."
Lexie beamed with vengeful joy. "I owe you guys a LOT for this.
Thanks," she said.
"Oh, the pleasure will be shared by us all tomorrow morning," replied
Steph.
And lo and behold, the next day a VERY loud scream could be heard
emanating from Gary Simon's room in Randall Hall.
From what I heard from others throughout the day, he went all over
campus loudly insisting to everyone who would listen that he was a girl
... he was Lexie Bok. Of course no one believed him at first. But when he
persisted in entering women's locker rooms and bathrooms throughout the
day, the looks he received got weirder and weirder.
That night (just for more chaotic, malicious fun) we allowed him to go
back to Lexie's dorm room. We had to prearrange the whole deal with her
roommate, but after hearing what Gary had tried she was more than
willing to sacrifice a night of sleep.
Steph, Jason, Lexie, her roommate, and I all huddled around a small
crystal ball of Steph's back in our dorm room and watched Gary's antics
back in Lexie's room. He stripped down, put on a pair of white cotton
panties and a sportsbra, then pulled on a pair of purple-flowered pajamas.
He tried repeatedly putting his hair in curlers for the night, but it was just
too short to make it worthwhile. Jason wanted Steph to cast an extra spell
to lengthen his hair a bit, but she said there was already too much magic
afoot.
The next day, Gary showed up for his classes wearing full makeup,
having curled his short hair the best he could, and wearing a long blue
skirt and a white silk blouse that tightly encircled his chest. He hobbled
about campus in a pair of navy flats at least two sizes too small for his
feet. He swayed like a woman when he walked, and tried desperately to
affect a high-pitched Lexie-sounding voice. He carried her purse, and
frequently paused to study his face in a compact mirror, carefully applying
make-up and wondering why he had so much beard growth interfering
with his foundation.
And again, he managed to get violently kicked out of a couple women's
bathrooms. He was a wreck and the laughingstock of campus. But this
was his wish all along ... he was the one who had wanted to swap with
Lexie. We had simply obligingly arranged it for him. Ultimately, it was all
his own doing.
Of course, a day or so later it all started to gradually wear off ... and
before long Gary was back to his masculine self (albeit much meeker and
humbler now!) He's got a new reputation on campus as a "Ladies Man" in
a very different sense from ever before. But the way I figure it, that's
Karmic Justice of a sort.
(fin)
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