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Tabloid Tales: Blessed Be The Meek by Paul1954 The Wheatsheaf Pub, Wapping London - July '99 Phil Rippin was returning from the bar of the Wheatsheaf pub, the local for the journalists of the British press industry, with another round of drinks for his peers. Tom Walters and Mike Langston picked up their respective pints and took a large mouthful, as Phil leaned forward to make himself heard above the ever increasing din. "Here - you see that barmaid over there" he said, pointing in the direction of the bar as they turned to look, "don't you get the feeling that you've seen her before?" "Yeah - I know what you mean. She does look familiar and you don't usually forget a girl with assets like that do you!" Mike stated, as she leaned forward, exposing her ample cleavage. Before his friends even had time to answer him a bread roll flew across the room and hit Tom Walters in the back of the head. He spun quickly around to see the angry face of his paper's leading photographer shouting at him, from the table behind them. "Hey - just stop staring at her you bunch of perverts," the man yelled as he tottered backwards and forwards looking the worse for drink. Mike shook his head and sighed, commenting just loud enough for those sitting within the range to hear him. "It's a shame, that's Terry Jones - he's a really intelligent and talented guy, one of the best in his line of work, but anyone can point a camera and press a button. It takes real talent to find a scoop and then write about it, but Terry wouldn't know a scoop if it stood up and hit him"! An angry Terry Jones stormed across to their table and looked threatening as he pulled up a chair to join them, much to their displeasure. "Well that's all that you know. It just so happens that I've got a story that would knock anything you could come up with into a tin hat" he said, knowing that this would rile them, each being justly proud of the telling of their unpublished experiences at the end of each week. "Okay, it's your big chance. I know you've always fancied yourself as a journalist - go on then - impress us!" Tom Walters said challengingly. Terry Jones went to get his pint filled, still to drunk to know that he'd reached his limit, and settled back to tell his tale. * * * * * * * Terry Jones Story Cornwall, South West England Father Patrick Meek was kneeling down in the pew of the empty church, resting his elbows on the wooden shelf as he lost himself deep within his prayers. His commune with his Lord was total, and he jumped with a start as a hand rested gently on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Patrick, I didn't mean to break into your thoughts quite like that, but you've been here for hours now and you could do with some refreshment. Man does not live on prayer alone you know - you need to feed the body as well as the soul". Father Meek looked up and smiled, grateful to see the sight of his long-time, and treasured, friend Father Sean McGuire. He had known him for over forty-five years now, ever since their time spent in seminary training, for their entry into priesthood, and he had been the only possible choice to run to when he had needed sanctuary. "No, you're quite correct. Maybe I'm trying a little too hard to gain my redemption and I suppose prayer alone will not achieve that. Can you give me just a few minutes to make my peace with the Lord and I'll join you" Father Meek said, and turned his head to return to his prayers as he heard his friends departing footsteps. Despite his noble intentions though, Father McGuire had broken his reverie, and he just had to pray that much harder to drive away his demons. * * * * * * * "Oh for goodness sake - can't you do anything right. That's the third time we've missed a turning in the last fifty miles!" Terry Jones snapped at his companion Julie, his frustration finally at breaking point. "I..I'm sorry Terry, it's just - well, it's just like that you know that map reading was never my strong point" Julie pouted, while thrusting out her large, firm breasts in an automatic gesture - one that Terry usually more than appreciated. Not this time though! "Oh just shut up and give me that map here, and stop playing the bimbo" Terry retorted as he pulled over to the side of the road and turned it the correct way around. Julie just turned away in a sulk, putting back into place a few imaginary stray hairs and passing Terry the map. "Sheesh - you've been holding it upside down for chrissake!" he gasped in amazement at the depth of her stupidity. Still, maybe she was right and he was being a bit unfair - he hadn't exactly brought her along for some intelligent conversation after all. No, Terry Jones had needed Julie to give some credibility to this trip to Cornwall, something to hide his own hidden agenda! It being mid-summer and everything, the Editor of the tabloid journal, where he was an ace photographer, had bought his idea of him taking some nude shots of Julie in some of the spectacular natural settings that abound in this area, hoping for a seasonal page three spread. Terry's suggestion of South-West England for the location made sense as, here in the UK, you don't get much better than Cornwall, with its rugged coastline and bleak moors. The real reason for Terry's trip, however, was the lead he had obtained, purely by accident, on the missing Reverend, or something, Meek - he had never been very good at all this religious malarky, and always mixed up his ecclesiastical references. Nobody else had managed to find him since the scandal had hit the headlines last week, and his unexpected lead gave him a rare chance of an exclusive. It was rare for him to even get a sniff at something like this, being just a photographer, and he was determined to prove that he had just as many smarts as those journalists that were always baiting him. Well he would steal a march on them all this time! He found the small road that he was looking for and spun the car around, back towards the turning they had missed, as his sideways glance took on the sight of Julie making some unneeded repairs to her make-up. This reminded him of the other reason for this trip, that of getting another chance of getting his leg over with her, since the 250 mile trip meant they would have to have a stopover while they here. She had always rebuffed his advances in the past, but he got the feeling that this trip was going to be lucky for him, lucky in more ways than one! * * * * * * * Father Meek raised himself slowly from his kneeling position, and stretched to ease the arthritis that had made a home for itself in his left knee. He gave an involuntary shiver and marvelled at how, even in mid-summer this ancient church seemed to retain a chill within its thick stone walls. That was one of the things he so loved about this place, along with its isolation. He was still deep in thought and the sound of his echoing footsteps leant an almost hypnotic quality to the surroundings as he made his way to Father McGuire's kitchen. He knew that he was a lucky man on two counts. The first was too have such a good friend, who would give him this sanctuary when he most needed it. The second was that his good friend was the parish priest of this 1,000 year old church, situated on Cornwall's North coast, just outside of Tintagel, and at least a mile from the nearest house. The church had few visitors, although it did attract its share of tourists, eager to experience a piece of history from what used to be a pagan area, and he had managed to keep out of sight without any problems. This was exactly the kind of isolation he needed right now! As he walked into the kitchen he saw Father McGuire making some cheese and pickle sandwiches for them, and alongside stood two bottles of Guinness. "Ah Patrick" Father McGuire said as he saw Father Meek enter, "you got here just in time before the beer gets too warm". Father Meek watched his friend poor the beer, and felt himself salivating as he watched the creamy head form. He lifted the glass and took a long sip before wiping his lips in appreciation. "You know Sean, I can't keep imposing on you like this. I know that you're operating on a shoestring budget here and there is no way that I can provide any recompense for your hospitality" he said, feeling guilty. "Ah, it's no trouble at all. If I couldn't help out a friend in trouble then what kind of Christian would I be. No Patrick, you are welcome to stay here as long as ye like and anyway, if the truth be known, I am grateful for the company. I know it was my choice to ask for this parish but it can be damn lonely at times," he said with feeling, neither of them noticing the involuntary curse he had made. "You're too good to me Sean, and you are making all of this far too easy for me. No, sometime I will have to face the world again - I can't hide forever" Father Meek replied, dreading that day of reckoning, and wishing for the simple life he had enjoyed before. It was just at that point that they heard the sound of an approaching car as it crunched along the pebble-strewn driveway that led to the church. Father McGuire looked out of the window and saw two young people. One looked to be a man in his mid-twenties, the other a rather obvious looking brunette. "Ah, it's just like another couple of tourists by the look of it. You take yourself round the back and keep out of the way, just in case they recognise you, and I'll see if I can wheedle a small contribution for the church roof out of them. I'm sure it will need fixing again soon" he laughed and strode out into the main church to meet them. Father Meek picked up the unfinished beer and his sandwiches, and went in to the living room and made himself comfortable. He eased back into the armchair and thought back to happier times. He thought back to his life as a parish priest in an impoverished area of west London, a position he had held for the previous fifteen years. He had loved his vocation, and genuinely relished every opportunity he had to help the needy within his parish. Usually this was served by his day to role as priest, but he did have a special talent that put him in demand outside of his immediate parish. He had discovered, many years ago, that he seemed to have a natural empathy with people and he had found that by specialising in counselling for families he could bring his talent to bear in the most effective way, healing old wounds and building new bridges. There were always social problems for him to deal with. Tensions revolving around unemployment, drunken husbands, abused women and children - it was all there and needing his help, and those of his flock had always found they had better lives following a visit to his church. Many had claimed that such was his empathy with them, and the empathy that he had made them feel for each other, that they had almost felt like they were experiencing each others thoughts and feelings. It had seemed like they could suddenly see the world through each other's eyes. He had provided this service for many years now, and had felt humble that his talent had helped so many couples, and it had continued this way until six short months ago when his whole world had fallen apart. * * * * * * * The cool sea air found it's way inside Julie's short skirt, and probed around her nether regions as she held on to Terry's arm, needing the support he provided as she tried to navigate the pebble path in her 4" heels. "Jeez Terry, why do they have to build these churches in the middle of nowhere like this, and I still don't understand why you want to visit this place". "Oh for God's sake Julie" he hissed at her as they entered the church, "just don't try to understand anything - that's not what you're best at; besides, I've got my reasons. Just follow my lead and do as I say" he finished as he saw a priest approaching him. It wasn't the one who he was looking for, but he hadn't really expected it to be that easy. He supposed this was Father Meek's friend, the one he had found out about in his investigations. Father McGuire took in the sight of this odd couple - they weren't the typical kind of tourist that he might have expected to see wondering around his church. The man looked very cocksure and walked up to him confidently and he took in the sight of his female companion with her long dark hair, short skirt, and a low cut top that was set off her overdone make-up. Despite the obvious state of her charms Father McGuire felt himself responding to her as any normal man would when presented with this spectacle, and he mentally vowed to give himself three hail Mary's as penance tonight, for his display of human frailty. He placed his hands strategically over his groin as he walked towards them. "Welcome to this house of God my children. Is there anything that I can help you with?" the priest greeted them, making them both feel a little uncomfortable at their planned deception. "I think there may be Sir" Terry replied before being interrupted. "Father my child, I prefer being called Father". "Sorry, Father - Father McGuire I believe" Terry said, and saw a look of surprise from the priest, obviously wondering how this stranger knew his name. "Yes, I believe that you may be of some help to us. I am trying to trace the whereabouts of a Father Patrick Meek who I believe is an old friend of yours" Terry replied, and he felt a pulse of excitement as he saw a defensive barrier being erected in the priests eyes. There was an uncomfortable pause as the priest looked down, and then raised his head again to look Terry straight in the eyes. "And what leads you to believe that I might know where Father Meek might be" he replied, neither confirming, or denying, Terry's claim, his suspicions apparent. Terry could feel the adrenaline racing around his body, and fought to contain his excitement as every instinct in his body told him that he was on the right path. "Oh. I..I'm sorry Father - I..it's just that my wife and I are desperate for the unique help that Father Meek can provide us with. We've just driven over 200 miles on the off-chance that he might be here" Terry replied, putting on a convincing impression of a man in turmoil as he pulled Julie towards himself, as if looking for her comfort and support. Julie was dumbfounded at Terry's actions, but remembered the instructions that he had given her earlier and followed his lead. Father McGuire softened a little at the sight of this young couple, but noticed that there was none of the shared intimacy that a couple who were deeply in love might display, and it looked to him as if they were just going through the motions for his benefit. They must have something worth saving in their relationship however, he thought, to make the long trip down here. He was more sympathetic this time, as he replied. There was nothing that he disliked more than a young marriage that was heading for the rocks as it made a mockery of the marriage vows and caused so much unhappiness to so many people! "Would you be referring to the counselling service that Father Meek provided, and is it really this urgent?" he asked them gently. "Y..yes I would Father. Things - well, things have not been so good between us lately and we would do anything to get our lives back on track - anything at all. I know what I've read about Father Meek but I am sure that he's a good man and wouldn't have done anything wrong deliberately" Terry said, as if he was struggling to get the words out. Julie said nothing as Father McGuire mentally debated what to do. Although his instincts told him that all was not as it should be, he put his feelings down to the problems that they were facing and decided not to judge them on that. Maybe Patrick wouldn't mind helping this couple - just one more time! "If you will just wait here for a few moments I will just think over what you've said, and see if I can help you with your problem. Please make yourselves comfortable" he said to them, indicating to the hard, wooden benches that lined the small church, before walking back to the vestry. "Huh - make yourself comfortable, I should be so lucky - oh, and by the way - what was all that about?" Julie moaned as she felt the cold wood of the bench rest against her exposed thighs as she sat down. She tried, unsuccessfully, to pull her short skirt down in a futile attempt to cover them, as she crossed one leg over the other. "You just keep doing what you have been doing and don't worry about asking questions for now. I can fill you in later" he smirked, amusing himself at his unintended double entendre, and hoping that he'd get the chance to do so! * * * * * * * Father McGuire entered his living room to see Father Meek lost in thought, and wondered what was on his mind. Although he had heard about his friend on the news he had respected his friend's privacy up, not wanting to push him for his own side of the story - he knew that Patrick would confide in him when he was ready to do so. "Oh hello Sean, sorry I was somewhere else. Have your visitors gone now?" Father Meek said, as he turned on hearing his Father McGuire enter. "Well not exactly. They are a young couple in some difficulty it would seem, and they travelled all the way from London to see you" he replied. "ME" Father Meek exclaimed, "h..how on earth did they know that I was here. I..I won't see them - I can't" he said despairingly, unable to think clearly. "I don't know exactly but the fact is that they have. I think it would be a good idea to see them. You don't have anything to lose now as they've guessed that you're and if you help them, well - then maybe they won't tell anyone else!" Father McGuire suggested, a little surprised to see his friends strong reaction, as he buried his head in his hands and wept. He walked over to his friend and put an arm around his shoulder. "Look Patrick, I haven't wanted to pry into your affairs but I think it might do you some good if you could tell someone what is upsetting you so much. I have read the newspapers and am aware of the apparent scandal you left behind but surely, the claims that were made were ridiculous. I know you're a good man and wouldn't harm anyone". Father Meek managed to control himself and gathered enough inner strength to answer Father McGuire, as he rested his hand on his friend's arm. "No Sean, you're right - I need to share my burden with someone. Can you get rid of those people and I'll explain the whole story". "No, I won't tell them to go - they might be annoyed and tell others where you are. I'll tell them that I can maybe arrange for you to see them if they can come back in an hour's time. That should give you enough time to talk this thing through. Father Meek took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his face with it, relieved that he had made the decision to tell Sean. He composed himself and took another drink just as Father McGuire re-entered the room. "They've agreed to come back later. I've directed them to a pub for now" Father McGuire told him, and settled back in a chair to listen to his friend. "Well you know all about the work I have done with distressed families, and how I could help them see each others problems. It was sometimes very upsetting for me - sometimes, as I empathised with them, I could actually feel their pain, and it was one day after a particularly harrowing session I had with a married couple, that I prayed to our Lord to help me". He paused for a second but gathered some inner strength as he saw Father McGuire's sympathetic, but engrossed face. "The husband was a big brute of a man, and had been regularly beating his sparrow of a wife. They had come to me as a last resort. The wife still loved the man, for whatever reason I don't know - who can figure women! Well the session had started well but the man's inner aggression was frightening and could make a breakthrough. I needed some time to rest myself and they agreed to come back the next day. I knew it would be my last chance to help them. Well, as I said, I went into the church and prayed to our Lord; I wept a little at the frustration I felt and prayed for greater strength to help me deal with these problems. My powers were good, but not good enough in cases like that one. Well I prayed for a solid hour and felt an amazing inner peace overcome me, and could feel my belief strengthening me and, as I rose I knew I was, indeed, a stronger person". "The next day when they returned we resumed our session. I laid a hand on each of their foreheads and could feel the familiar sensation of a tension building, a tension that usually preceded the trance that we would all enter. I recited the prayer for God to help this beleaguered couple but this time, as we entered the trance, it seemed to build far stronger than usual. I could sense that something was wrong and tried to stop but I couldn't - it seemed as if I was feeding back on myself. I can tell you Sean, I don't think I'd ever been so frightened in my life as we all collapsed in a heap on the floor". "The next thing I knew, I was sitting up again and looking at the man who was examining his body. There was a look of surprise on his face as he reached across to pull his wife into a sitting position, and as soon as she opened her eyes and looked at him she screamed. That was quickly followed by her feeling her own body up and done, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Although I was puzzled at their reactions I was delighted to see him reach across and hug her, telling her not to worry and that everything would be all right now, and that he'd look after her. Whatever I had done seemed to have worked so I thought all had ended well, although that notion was soon dispelled". Father McGuire said nothing as Father Meek carried on, seemingly unstoppable now! "It was when I took them both back for a glass of water, hoping to calm her down as she still seemed to be hysterical, when I became even more confused. She was sobbing and telling him that she didn't want to be like this and that she wanted his body back, or something to that effect. As she calmed down it transpired that they somehow seemed to have switched bodies and that the man's soul was now in the woman's body, and visa versa. The enormity of what I had facilitated overwhelmed me and I was in a state of dumb shock as the man took his wife home, telling her not to worry, while she kept crying for me to change them back. Well I was in no state to do anything then, but as I calmed down I resolved to visit them the next day and to try and reverse whatever it was I had done". "And did you?" Father McGuire asked him, interrupting him for the first time since he had started, in his eagerness to find out what had happened next. "Well that was the strange thing. I knew where they lived but when I went there the next day there was nobody in. I asked a neighbour if she knew where they were but she told me that they had gone away somewhere - the husband had told her they were going away to sort themselves out and didn't know when they would return. They haven't been seen since". "Ah, well that proves nothing. It might have just been the shock at their fainting fit that made them act that way - it doesn't mean that suddenly inherited these strange powers" Father McGuire tried to reassure him. "I thought the same at first and I resolved to continue my good work, I wasn't going to let my nerve fail me. That was until the next time when the same thing happened again. I was counselling a young couple that came to me for help and ended up by seeming to trade their souls again. As you are aware from the reports, these were a little more vocal about what had occurred with neither being at all happy with the outcome. They made a noise, threatening to sue and everything, and the press got hold of it". "And didn't you ever try and change them back?" Father McGuire asked him, fascinated by this tale. "Well I did at first but I was too upset, and could never quite get myself back into the right state of mind that I knew was necessary to make it all happen. That was the point where it was suggested that I should get out of the way for a while, whilst the powers that be tried to deal with the problem. I don't know what has happened since then, or whether I can ever go back. What I do know though is that things will never be the same for me again - I could never risk ruining anybody else's life. Oh Sean, I don't know why all this has happened but I must have been possessed by the devil or something - why, why me"? * * * * * * * "I still don't understand why you booked us in here, and as a married couple as well!" Julie whined petulantly, as Terry returned from the bar and placed the Pina Colada in front of her. He felt a shiver run through his body as he wondered how anyone could possibly drink such a sweet concoction and sat down beside her in the empty salon bar. "Look I thought I'd explained it to you" he said in frustration, as he looked down he low cut top at her inviting cleavage. "I'm not rich you know and it's cheaper if we share a room. This is just an old fashioned Inn and they are not going to let an unmarried couple share"! "But I still don't understand why we have to stay here at all, and why we've got to go back to that ruin of a church and see some old priest - I don't see what's so special about him after all! I thought we'd come down here to get some pictures of me, like posing you know!" she pouted, as she straightened her breasts and noting the effect that she was having on Terry. "Sheeshh - don't you read the papers or anything! That old priest we're looking for is the one who's been on the run this week - you know, the one who helps mend relationships and things. They've been looking for him since those crazy claims that couple made" he exclaimed in disbelief. Could she really be as dumb as she was making out! Terry had to take a drink to help compose himself. He needed her help if he was going to succeed and really didn't want to upset her at this stage. He also still had designs on her later, and he didn't want to blow his chances. "Okay, one more time then. First, there is no way we can take the photographs, and get back home today so we need to stay somewhere. I am not going on another six-hour drive when we've only just got here. We also need to pose as a married couple if I'm going to convince that priest to see us. He only helps troubled families. If they check up on us, and where we are staying, we'll need a decent alibi. Come on now - you've got to play along with this. It's my chance to get this exclusive and get a big break - I want to be more than just a photographer!" he practically begged her, gripping her hand tightly. "Okay, okay - I'll go along with it, but I don't see why you don't think taking pictures and things is so bad. You're pretty good you know, and what can be so bad about taking pictures of naked women like me!" she said enticingly. She has a point, or even two, he thought as his eyes were, once again, drawn to her impressive cleavage and he laughed at his own joke. "Come on then Julie, time to see ourselves a priest," he said, as he stood and dragged her along behind him towards his car, with her teetering in her heels. * * * * * * * "Well Patrick, they're back now" Father McGuire told Father Meek, as he watched the young couple walk up the drive towards the church. He found it hard to believe that such a young couple could let things get to such a state of affairs that they'd travel all of this way to talk to his friend! "Okay then Sean, I suppose I have no choice but to at least see them, although I really do not want to try anything other than talk to them. I'm afraid of what might happen again, if I did!" he replied, knowing the only way he could maintain his self-imposed exile was by going along with this meeting. A few moments later Father McGuire showed the couple into his living room where they were introduced to Father Meek. Terry Jones could not believe his luck, his source had come through for him - that was one he owed him! "Welcome my children, I don't know how you found me here but that's doesn't matter anymore. I hear that you travelled a long way to find me - now tell me, what is it that you want from me?" he asked, thinking that these did not look like the normal type of troubled couple that usually came to see him! "To tell you the truth Father," Terry said, keeping his fingers firmly crossed behind his back "my wife here, and I, are having a few problems and - well, having heard all about you we thought you could help us". Julie just managed to stifle a giggle at his words and Terry shot her a look that threatened dire consequences if she couldn't control herself, while Father Meek gestured towards a settee. "Whatever the problems are that you are going through must be bad for you to have travelled over 200 miles to see me. Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable - Father McGuire, would you be kind enough to get these young people a drink while they tell me about their problems" Father Meek said, as Father McGuire took the subtle hint to leave them in private. Terry took a deep breath - he had to play this right if he wasn't going to make Father Meek suspicious. "Well Father, it's like we're always seeming to argue nowadays. She's always moaning and whining about how I never understand her and - well, I sure as hell know that she doesn't understand me! Oops, sorry - I didn't mean to curse like that" Terry said falling naturally into his assumed character. "And do you feel the same" Father McGuire asked Julie, who was a little taken aback at being addressed directly. "Er .. well, it's like he said Father, like he said" she replied, starting to get nervous at her part in this deception. Terry could see that she was getting flustered and wanted to take Father Meek's attention away form her, and back to himself, before she started to crack. "Can you help us see what the other is seeing, experience what the other is experiencing Father? We have heard all about you, and about your gifts, and both of us think that this is the only chance we have of staying together - isn't that right hon!" Terry said, as he squeezed her hand affectionately, and gave her a sideways glance, daring her to contradict him. "Y..yes, that's right" she agreed tentatively Father Meek looked away from them for a moment, his face furrowed with an intense concentration. "You .. you don't realise what you are asking me to do - or what you are risking. I don't believe you would ask this of me if you did," he said sadly. "I've heard tales about what it is claimed you can do, that's one of the reasons we have sought you out, although I must admit that I do find them a little fantastic. I mean, that scam that couple are trying to pull on the church - claiming you somehow swapped their souls into each other's body - what was that all about?" Terry laughed in disbelief. Julie became even more nervous at hearing this conversation between the two men and tugged on Terry's sleeve, pulling him to one side. "Terry, what's this all about people switching bodies - this is scaring me" she shivered. "It's all a load of nonsense Julie, trust me. Now don't go cold on me now - we've got to let this old man do his stuff and then I can get my interview" Terry replied. "Is there something wrong," Father Meek asked optimistically, looking for any reason to avoid what he was beginning to regard as an inevitable conclusion to this meeting. "No, there's nothing wrong Father. We both need your help and are willing to take the 'risk', or whatever you call it" Terry answered him. "And if I refuse?" Father Meek retorted just as Father McGuire walked back into the room, carrying a tray with four cups of tea, and a selection of biscuits. Terry reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a mobile phone and cradled it in his hand, the implied threat obvious. "I see" Father Meek said disappointed, as his faith in his fellow man took another jolt, "then I suppose that I will have to help you, but you must understand that this is at your own risk, and that I want Father McGuire here with me to witness whatever happens". "That's okay with us Father, isn't it hon!" Terry replied, turning to Julie to prompt her response, and watched her nod, though obviously not understanding just what was going on here. Father McGuire passed the tea around and watched in morbid fascination as Father Meek started to question the couple, trying to draw out some of their problems. It was obvious that he was struggling, as their dialogue was not following the usual patter of claim, counterclaim and then followed by more detailed accusations. It all seemed very generic and disjointed, and a little like listening to someone reading something out of a book - there seemed to be no deep emotion here at all! Father Meek's confidence was seeping away, minute by minute and he decided to try one more time to attempt an empathy session. He laid one hand on each of their temples as Terry and Julie looked at each other from the corners of their eyes. Julie still looked jittery but Terry just winked at her, wanting this to be over so that he could finally reveal what he wanted and so that he could obtain his interview. Before that though, he wanted to witness this priests act for himself. He fingered the recorder that was hidden in his pocket, glad that, so far, he had captured all of this on tape - even if the old priest wouldn't play ball he could still use what he already had! He looked back at father Meek and saw how he seemed to be entering a trance like state, and was speaking what sounded like a mantra. "Please Lord, help me to reach out to this couple that sit here before you in this house of God. They have come here willingly through their love, and with a desire to resolve their differences. Help them in their hour of need to, once again, love each other as they used to - help them reach into each others thoughts and feel what each other is feeling. Please Lord, grant me this power to help them". Father Meek pressed their heads together, and Terry felt himself starting to drift as the world started spinning slowly as Father McGuire watched entranced and made the sign of the cross with his right hand as Father Meek concluded the ceremony. "In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost - Amen" he finished. At this point Father Meek rocked back for a second as Terry and Julie staggered backwards, collapsing on the floor in a dead faint. Father McGuire sat in helpless horror and stared at the surreal scene laid out before him, and watched as Father Meek's eyes slowly opened and took in the sight of Terry and Julie. "Oh no, oh dear God no - not again" he wailed and fell to his knees in front of the crucifix that hung on Father McGuire's wall, his arms stretched wide. "Please Lord, release me from these sins that I have committed. Take away the gifts that you gave me. Take them away never to return - I do not deserve them" he cried, feeling a sense of betrayal that he could have been used to become an agent of the devil when before, he had brought such relief. Father McGuire was finally stung into action as Father Meek staggered and fell to the floor clutching his shoulder as he concluded his prayer. * * * * * * * Terry Jones started to wake from the strange dream he had been having, and reached down to feel his cock, just like he had done every morning since he could remember. He was in that blissful state of limbo that exists, just before full consciousness returns, and stretched his body with delight, as he felt a tingling and heat from his groin. He felt the rigid shaft, the wrinkles around his balls, and the wiry pubic hair that surrounded them. He absent-mindedly noted that although it felt the same as it had always done there was something different somehow - in fact it felt a little bigger to him now! He suddenly realised what it was that was bothering him - he was getting no sensation or sense of feeling from what he was doing! Awareness suddenly flooded back to him and he opened his eyes to see that what he thought was just a dream was no dream at all - he was staring at himself just a few inches away. He then realised that although he was still rubbing his cock it was no longer attached to his body - or rather it was, it was just that he was no longer in it! "Oh my God, oh my God!" he started to wail, in what he recognised as Julie's voice, as he looked down to find that he, or rather she now, was pressed close to what had been himself. He could also see that a large arm was slowly making its way down his smooth legs, and he sat up quickly, not wanting to see where this might go, feeling his breasts sway from the sudden movement. It had all been true - this was no dream - it had all actually happened! The previous day's events played back in his mind like a movie as it all flooded back to him. *** He could remember the session with Julie and Father Meek, and the feeling of everything travelling away from him as the priest chanted a prayer. After that he could remember nothing, or that is nothing until he found himself being helped up from a lying down position and feeling disorientated as he was lifted the floor! "Oh thank God - are you all right Miss" Father McGuire had said to him as he pulled him up, but Terry had thought nothing of how he had addressed him, assuming that he had been addressing Julie. "Here, take a sip of this water - I'm afraid that you both passed out" Father McGuire continued, as he held a glass of water to Terry's mouth. As Terry took the glass a sense of 'wrongness' filtered through to him as he tasted something sweet on his lips. His feeling of unease had increased as he looked at the hand that was holding the glass, and saw the nail varnish and the bracelet that dangled from the smooth and hairless wrists. He watched the hands move in response to his thoughts and was nearly overwhelmed when they encountered a pair of breasts, and worse, he could feel the sensation of his hands AND the breasts that they were holding. Everything seemed to happen at once at that point as he looked down at the rest of his body and let out a high pitched scream as he watched his own body move into his line of sight. The world seemed to pause as it spoke. "Terry - Terry, is that you" he heard himself say and he realised that, incredibly, the priest had not been making idle claims. Somehow he had ended up in Julie's body and she was obviously in his! "Y..yes - it's me" he heard Julie's voice reply in response to his thoughts. He had felt total despair for a moment and searched around for Father Meek to tell him to change them back, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Good Lord" Father McGuire said, "then Patrick was right - he really HAS exchanged your souls," he said more to himself than to the stunned couple. "Damned right he has" Terry responded, this time offering no apology for his cursing. "Where is Father Meek anyway, you've got to get him back here to change us back - I don't want to stay as this like this for another minute longer than I have to" Terry said, as he staggered to his feet. Julie barely managed to stifle a laugh as she saw Terry wobble unsteadily to his feet and then nearly fall over as he tried to take a step forward. Maybe it would be fun if Terry could see what life was like for a girl in this mans world for a while, she thought as she started to appreciate her former body from this new perspective. "I'm sorry, Father Meek is not well and I can't let you see him right now. It seems like he's had some sort of stroke or something and I'm just waiting for the ambulance to come for him now" Father McGuire replied sympathetically, knowing that there was nothing he could do for them until Father Meek was fit enough to see them. "B..but" Terry said and staggered again, as Julie ran over to support him. "Now don't fret yourself Terry. There is nothing we can do for now so let's leave the good priests in peace so that the medics can deal with Father Meek. I'll take you back to the pub and we can work out what to do then" Julie said with an air of authority that she had never used before! Terry felt tears run down his face as he was led, unsteadily, to his car and helped into the passenger seat. He pushed a stray tress of his long dark hair away and checked himself in the vanity mirror, still finding it hard to accept his new reflection. "I'll drive" Julie said, receiving no argument from an overwhelmed Terry who was speechless with shock. They had returned to the pub and Julie had given Terry a few, stiff brandies to calm him down, but which only served to make him tipsy, and Julie put him to bed, which was the last thing that Terry remembered. *** While Terry had been recalling the previous day, Julie's hand had now started to travel up his smooth leg and was, unconsciously Terry hoped, now making a beeline for his knew equipment. Terry slapped the large hand away. "G..get off of me you brute" he said, which caused Julie to stir and look at her former body with a leering appreciation. "Oh wow Terry - I had the most amazing dream, and it ended with you, as you are now, but kneading and pulling at my cock" she said, as she looked down at her rigid member. Her hand followed her eyes and encircled it, feeling the surprisingly soft skin that was stretched over such a hard thing. "God - this feels great when you first wake up. Is it always going to be like this?" she said to Terry, moving her hands down to cup her balls. He felt an aching sense of loss for his morning 'stiffy', something that he had always taken for granted, but now wondered if he would ever experience it again! He also felt a strange interest at the sight of Julie playing with his former body in such a way and was now aware of a heat building up in his groin, accompanied by the beginning of a dampness. "God - what's happening to me" he thought and, blushing attractively, fled to the en suite bathroom before his interest in Julie became too apparent! He sat and relieved himself, never giving it a seconds thought to, and then washed his face, noticing that the make-up he had remembered had already been removed and that he was wearing a baby-doll nightie. He couldn't remember doing any of this himself and realised that Julie must have done this for him, when he had fallen asleep. He felt a sudden feeling of panic as his hands ran down his body, lifted the short nightie and pulled down his panties, hoping that this had been all she had done! Everything seemed to be clean down there, but maybe she had cleaned that up as well, he thought and then stopped himself. If he kept feeling this way he would surely crack up before they had a chance to get things back to normal - he had to pull him, er - herself, together! "Cou..could you pass me in some clothes please" he called to Julie through the bathroom door, "I want to get dressed so we can get things sorted". He heard Julie moving around and a few seconds later she asked him to open the door, of which he did - just a crack - and took the offered clothing. He noticed that she was already dressed and envied her ability to do this so quickly. "I'll give Father McGuire a call and see what the latest news is on Father Meek" Julie said as Terry quickly shut the bathroom door. "I know how long you girls can be in the bathroom so I'll go and arrange breakfast while I'm waiting for you" Julie finished with a chuckle, causing Terry to flush with shame at being addressed in this fashion. This reality was soon brought home to him however, as he studied the clothing that Julie had handed to him. He just couldn't believe at how little of it there was, as he studied the skimpy skirt and revealing blouse, and was about to call out for something else when he remembered that she had already left the room. Resignedly, he started to get dressed, glad that he was already wearing a bra so at least he wouldn't have to contend with that, and ten minutes later, he stepped out of the bathroom to see a grinning Julie looking him up and down. "Not bad, not bad at all" she said to him, "but we still have to do some work on you if you're going to look presentable" and sat him down facing the dressing table mirror. She pulled out her professional looking vanity case and started putting tubes of make-up on the table as she approached the task with relish. "Oh no - not that, do I really have to through all of this?" he said, whining. "You most certainly do - I'm not going to have you ruining my reputation" she said, and then laughed for a moment, as she remembered exactly the sort of reputation that she used to have! Twenty minutes later Terry was looking at his new face that appeared to be exactly the same as Julie's had been before the change, when she had been made up. He felt a strange sense of pride at the image that he presented and stood and looked at the whole package, wincing a little at the revealing clothes. He tugged at the hem of the short skirt and whined again: "Haven't you got anything else a little, well a little less revealing" he pleaded. Again, Julie laughed at him, this time a little patronisingly. "I don't remember you complaining very much when I was the one wearing them. No, if you remember you didn't want me to pack anything other than short skirts - you're just going to have to live with it"! Terry didn't like the way that this was going at all and felt angry. She almost seemed to be enjoying his humiliation and he was starting to get concerned that she seemed to be so comfortable with this whole situation - he didn't want her to get too used to it! "I've managed to get through to Father McGuire and he's told me that Father Meek was taken into Bodmin hospital last night and has been kept in. The good news is that he seems to be stable and that we can visit him early this afternoon" Julie told Terry. "Now let's go get something to eat. It's already 10:30am and by the time we've eaten, and driven down there, it will most probably be time to see him". * * * * * * * They had soon finished their breakfast with Julie wolfing down a full English breakfast, but Terry just picking a t a few things. He hadn't felt much like eating. After they had finished they had walked to the car, and Terry walked to the driver's side out of habit. "Nuh uh" she had said to him, stopping him in his tracks. "I think I'll be driving today - don't forget, you haven't got a license anymore so you can't"! "Bu..but, if you couldn't drive before then how can you now?" he questioned, puzzled for a moment. "Well to tell you the truth I don't really know, but I seemed to be able to cope yesterday afternoon when we returned from the church. It just seemed to come naturally and I seemed to know what to do" she replied, trying to figure the same thing out for herself! Julie opened the passenger door for him, and Terry swung his legs inside. As she sat down next to him, and turned on the ignition, she turned to look at him. "Tell me something Terry - I'm beginning to find it difficult to remember much of my old life before yesterday. Are you feeling the same"? Terry concentrated hard for a moment, and analysed his thoughts. She was right - he could still remember everything about what had happened yesterday when he was Terry but before that, well it all seemed a bit hazy now, a little unreal. Julie saw the panicky look on Terry's face and she nodded her head. "I thought so - I was wondering; memory is really just a series of electrical impulses that are stored in the brain - that is a physical thing. Now if what Father Meek said is true then our souls have exchanged places and found hosts in our new bodies - that is a spiritual thing. I strongly suspect that although we are still our old selves deep inside, our former lives are going to become increasingly alien to us as we access each other's memories. This is an example of that - there is no way I would have been able to have hypothesised something like this before - it must be because I have access to your higher IQ. I must admit though, it's fun being able to reason these things out" Julie finished. "Then this means .." Terry started to say. "Yes exactly" Julie interrupted, "what you are becoming is what I was before - my old life will seem more real and comfortable to you than your old one did. I'd ask you to map read but I bet you'd struggle with it now" he said, leaving Terry to remember the problems they had, had getting here, and of him calling her a bimbo. Was he really going to become a bimbo now! He tried to puzzle it all out but found it an effort to concentrate and gave up, watching the passing countryside as Julie drove them. It was all so confusing but Father Meek would soon change them back anyway - wouldn't he! Forty-five minutes later they arrived and Terry and Julie were soon sitting in the hospital waiting room, waiting to be shown to Father Meek. Julie was happily watching the pretty nurses walk by, and Terry was nervously crossing and uncrossing his legs and trying hard not to reveal anything that he shouldn't. He still felt exposed and embarrassed at how he was dressed but not as much as he had previously. Terry was still trying to understand the implications of what Julie had told him but any further thoughts he might have had were halted as a pretty nurse walked up to them and smiled at Julie, as if he Terry wasn't even there! "Father Meek is fit enough to see you now, but don't you go upsetting him. He has had a mild stroke and will need plenty of rest if he is to recover" she said, and she led them to the private room that the church had funded. They entered to see a very fragile looking priest who seemed to have aged ten years since they had seen him the previous day. He looked up at them through tired eyes as Father McGuire sat alongside him. "Hello my children, Father McGuire has told me what happened and I am so sorry, although I did warn you that there might be dire consequences if I continued" he said, sympathetically but resisting the urge to tell them that he had told them so. "It's all right Father, the main thing is that you are okay right now" Julie said, knowing that Terry had forced the priest into a corner. "Damn - it's not all okay at all" Terry interjected a little hysterically, "I mean, like, you've got to change us back now. I'm beginning to forget what it was like being a man already, and I've only been like this for less than a day. Damn, I even managed to walk into this room on these ridiculous heels without stumbling, or falling over. I couldn't have done that yesterday!" Terry said, his voice wavering and breaking in desperation. Julie looked across to him, ready to admonish him for his selfish behaviour, but Father Meek raised himself from the bed a little, to Father McGuire's consternation, and said in a weak voice: "No, no - I understand completely. Please, let me try and see if I can put things right" he said as his left hand reached out to them. He looked towards his other arm and then cried a little. "I'm so sorry - I had forgotten, my right arm and shoulder is paralysed and I have no feeling in them". Julie picked up on the implication of this immediately. "But when you did this last time you laid both your hands on our heads. Does this mean you might have lost your gift?" she said quickly. Father Meek just looked at the couple forlornly, and looked a little guilty. "Before I collapsed I prayed to the Lord to rid me of my 'gift', as you call it, to make sure that I could never curse anyone in this way ever again. Maybe that's what he has done - maybe he has rid me of it. They do say that God moves in mysterious ways"! "No - no, you can't just give up like that. I don't want to be a girl forever, and become some brainless bimbo," Terry cried grabbing hold of Father Meek, feeling blind panic like he had never experienced before in his life. He just couldn't seem to think of anything that might help! Julie pulled him away. "Hey - you're not going to achieve anything like that - leave him alone. Besides, who are you to call what I was a brainless bimbo - is that how you always thought of me? Well maybe you're going to be the bimbo and you'll have no choice in the matter if that's what I was. Still, at least you've got your looks to fall back on" she said angrily, watching her barbs sink home. Father Meek again tried to lift himself up, and moved his left arm towards them. "Here - let me try with my one good hand and see if that works". They both moved their heads together and he rested his hand across their temples as Julie tried to quell her anger at Terry. Father Meek tried hard to compose his thoughts, and searched for that familiar feeling he had been so used to but nothing came to him. After a few more attempts he slumped back onto the bed in defeat, tired and exhausted. "I'm sorry - I couldn't feel a thing. It looks like my 'gift' HAS been taken from me" he said in resignation. Terry reached across to him, again. "No, no - you can't stop now. You've got to try again," he cried, sounding just like the hysterical female that he now was. Julie moved to grab him again, but this time Father McGuire got between them, looking concerned at the state of his friend. "Now I think you should leave Father Meek alone - he's in no state to be put through this right now" he said, and started to shepherd them towards the door. "He's right, come on Terry - let's get away from here and give him time to recover" Julie said, taking him by the arm and walking Terry out of the room. "Contact me in a couple of days time and I'll let you know if there's any change in his condition" Father McGuire called out to their disappearing forms. * * * * * * * Julie led Terry back to the car and helped him into the passenger seat. She comforted him as he sobbed his little heart out realising how vulnerable, inadequate and helpless he must be feeling in her former body. Heaven knows she had first hand experience herself of how limiting it felt to be a pretty female in a man's world, she thought and then had the malicious thought, "but not anymore". She helped the girl beside her to dry her eyes and tried to calm her down, knowing that the mental changes were progressing inexorably. She had just thought of Terry as a girl for the first time! "Now come on, we're just going to have to face up to this and hope that we can change back" she said to the quiet girl, with an optimism that she didn't feel. "In the meantime we are just going to have to act like the people we now are. I'm going to address you as Julie from now on and you're going to call me Terry" and looked at Terry's shocked face before re-emphasising the fact, "aren't YOU Julie"! Terry swallowed for a moment before deciding that she could not think of an alternative and replied reluctantly, unaware that he had thought of himself as a 'she' for the first time. "Yes Te..Terry" she replied hesitently. "Good girl" the new Terry replied before patting 'Julie' patronisingly on her exposed thigh. "Now we've got a photo shoot to do," 'he' said to her as he moved the car forward, and out of the hospital car park. 'Julie' suddenly remembered exactly what type of photographs that 'she' had been expecting to take of the original Julie, and flushed a deep crimson. "Yo..you can't mean .." she stuttered nervously, knowing that the original Julie was supposed going to provide glamour shots! "I most certainly do" 'Terry' said decisively, "that's what pays our wages and we've got to continue as if nothing is any different until we can find out if that priest can change us back" he replied, leaving 'Julie' shell-shocked and silent. * * * * * * * The Wheatsheaf Pub, Wapping London - July '99 Mike, Tom and Phil sat looking at each other, enraptured at Terry Jones tale, and waited for him to finish as he took a long, deep drink of his beer. That brief pause allowed Mike Langston just enough mental space to start making a few connections. "Well I admit that I can remember that scandal about the priest, it WAS headline news for a week or so - at least in the tabloids, but I don't remember much else coming out of it. I had just assumed that the couple who had been complaining were on a scam and just backed off when nothing was forthcoming. Are you seriously telling me that you managed to track this priest down?" he questioned Terry. Terry put has pint back on the table, paused, and leaned back smugly, knowing that he had their interest and he nodded his assent, having beaten them at their own game. Without elaborating he smiled at the curvaceous barmaid who was collecting their empty glasses, the one who had been the subject of their earlier attentions. The others stared enviously as she bent forward to give them all another display of her cleavage, and returned Terry's smile. "Are you still on for later Julie?" he said lasciviously to her, knowing what her answer would be. "You know I am Terry, and I always will be for you" she giggled as the men studied her rear as it swayed back towards the bar with a hypnotic rhythm. Before Terry could say anything else Mike leapt forward again. "Wait a minute - I know who that is. That's Julie, God whats her name - you know, that model - the one we used to call Julie 'Jugs' because of her gorgeous tits?" he said, finally making the connection. "Hey - watch how you talk about her" Terry said defensively, "she also happens to be my fiancee now. You are correct though, that IS the Julie that I've just been telling you about. She doesn't do modelling anymore though; I stopped that as soon as we became engaged. I'm not having any girl of mine showing everything she's got to the rest of the world. Anyway, she's happy to just be my wife and this job gives her something to do in the mean time"! "Hold on for a moment though, you haven't finished telling what happened after you drove off for the photo shoot, and how you got yourselves back again" Tom said to him, wanting him to conclude his tale. "Oh yeah, I suppose I should wrap this up - but who said anything about changing back?" he replied lazily, enjoying the stunned look on the faces of his audience. Phil piped up this time. "Then..then, you used to be Ju..". "Are you going to shut up for a moment and let me finish?" Terry said to him, and seeing Phil pause continued. "Good. Well, I took Julie out onto the shoot as intended. I was determined that Terry was going to get a taste of parading and posing naked in front of a man telling her what to do - you know, so that she could get a feeling of how demeaning this whole 'glamour' business can be to a girl. Terry, or Julie as I was now addressing her, went along with it, too confused to complain very much I think, and we found the most gorgeous backdrop to take some pictures against, and it was totally deserted as well". "It was so funny watching 'Julie' remove her clothes and watching her nipples perk up a bit, as the fresh air caressed them, something I could remember so clearly myself. But that wasn't all though. The poor girl wanted to tell me all about the best setting and exposure times to get the best results but she didn't need to - I seemed to remember exactly what was needed from Terry's memories. The funniest thing of all though was that, by now Julie didn't have Terry's memories - she couldn't have told me the difference between an 'F stop' and a 'D cup' now - no that's not true - I bet she could remember everything she needed to know about D cups!" Terry laughed, spluttering into his drink hysterically. "Anyway" he continued, "after her initial shyness she really seemed to get into the whole scene, and with what was left of my own understanding of what it was like being on the other side of the camera, and her fresh enthusiasm, I got the best shots of my career. They were real winners!" Terry stated proudly. "Okay, enough about your photographs - just tell us what happened next!" Mike said irritably, although Terry seemed oblivious of the fact. "Oh yeah - well we stayed on for a couple more days but Father Meek's right hand side seemed to be permanently paralysed and he never recovered his powers, for which I am sure he was profoundly grateful. No, we were stuck as we were forever but it didn't turn out so bad - I got Terry's smarts and he got my looks and that sexy, sexy body" he said as they watched her wave to him from the bar. "She soon adapted, it's amazing how real someone else's memories can be after a while, and seems very happy as a girl now. We're getting married next week and she wants lots of babies - she's also promised me something special for our honeymoon - I can hardly wait" he finished, as the bell rang to tell them it was closing time. "Anyway, I've got to go now chaps - my girl awaits me" he said as he stood and walked over to where Julie was wiping down the bar. Mike, Phil and Tom just looked at each other - each looking nervous as they noted that there was an increasing number of their colleagues and acquaintances who seemed to have started life as the opposite sex. They turned to watch Terry and Julie walking out, arm in arm, and wondered what the next tale would bring. The End