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What Happened After The Great Shift...
(True Stories of Body-Shifted Survivors)"
A Story by Caleb Jones
(The Great Shift Universe was created by Morpheus)
The time... One week after "The Great Shift " took place.
From the front page of... "The Daily Herald, Your Morning Newspaper "...
"What Happened After The Great Shift...
(True Stories of Body-Shifted Survivors)"
A new Column debuts today in The Herald!
To celebrate the full-sized return of The Herald after a week of abbreviated
eight page emergency issues of the paper bundled around state and national
dispatches released during the World-Wide disaster, the Editors are proud to
announce a new columnist who may be a familiar face, though not for her skills as
a writer. She has graced the pages of this paper with her writings and opinions
for the last twenty years. Formerly known as George Wilson prior to the Great
Shift, she has adopted a new name for the body she found herself occupying. But
we will let her tell you the rest as we present the first in a series of columns
entitled...
What Happened After The Great Shift...
(True Stories of Body-Shifted Survivors)
by Vanessa Wilson/Formerly known as George Wilson
As you can tell by the new name I now use and the picture under my name at the
top of the column, things have changed in my life recently as, I am sure, they
have also changed in your life as well. Yes, I am now occupying the rather
attractive body of Valerie Bertinelli, the television movie actress and former
star of the TV series "One Day At A Time". But I am not she, and I can't act to
save my life, so I have chosen to continue the job I know how to do, writing.
I will be interviewing other fellow victims of the Great Shift who now live
inside the bodies of other people, often total strangers. Future stories may be
more exciting or risque. Some may even make you shout with laughter when you
read them, or they might just hurt your heart instead. I shall tell you their
stories in future columns, but it was only fair that I start with my own
adventure after the Great Shift first. Today's very personal story may be a
little different from future columns but I hope you will read it anyway because
it happened to me, and it is also the story of my new friend and body donor,
Valerie Bertinelli.
It started quite simply on a day like most others. I was working in my office at
this newspaper editing a column for the Opinion section when I grew dizzy and
passed out. When I awoke, I was in a strange, unfamiliar bedroom with an
unconscious man on top of me.
That's right, apparently Ms. Bertinelli and her husband were in the middle of an
affectionate moment when they were shifted out of their bodies.
You can stop laughing now. It really wasn't very funny.
I was stunned by the unfamiliarity of a very large and heavy male body draped on
top of me so I pushed the body off away from me and wrapped myself up in the
blanket from the bedding. The man on the bed began to snore. The rough blanket
scratched a very sensitive and soft chest as I pulled the blanket around myself.
My hands pushed into the soft flesh in places I had never had before. It hit me
all of a sudden that I wasn't me anymore. Before I could realize how much my
body had changed, I saw my face in the mirror. Only it wasn't me. It was a face
I had seen often on TV on the Sunday night movies. It was a beautiful face. The
face of a woman. But it moved when my head moved and blinked when I blinked. I
saw hair move around her face and felt it move against my own. I knew beyond a
shadow of a doubt that somehow, in some way, I had become the woman in the
mirror. I was Valerie Bertinelli!
Of course, I had no idea at the time that the same shift of minds had occurred to
most of the worlds population, and that I was not the only one occupying a
stranger's body in a strange place. All I knew was what I saw in the mirror. I
somehow looked like a famous TV star ... and a woman! As the man continued to
snore on the bed, I looked around. I felt very uncomfortable in a naked woman's
body except for the blanket and assumed she had worn something into this room. I
spotted an open door to a closet with what appeared to be a lot of clothes.
I awkwardly made my way over to the closet, finding it difficult to adapt to the
different center of gravity my new body now had and the unfamiliar way my chest
and rear...jiggled. I found lots of dresses, skirts and very feminine blouses
but I finally spotted a pair of pants. It was rather ornate in design but a
better option than a skirt! I grabbed the most masculine shirt I could find and
a pair of sneakers from the vast array of shoes on the floor. I looked around
for some underwear, as I realized I wouldn't be wearing Hanes underpants for a
while ... unless it was Hanes for Women. I found a bra and panties, and a pair
of pantyhose on a chair next to a dress that seemed likely to belong to the body
I was forced to wear. I grabbed the underwear and the clothing from the closet
and made my way past the sleeping man and out the bedroom door. I found a
bathroom further down the hall and went inside and locked the door behind me.
For the first time since I awoke in a strange new body, I was able to take a look
at it. Aside from the famous beautiful face, the rest of the body in the mirror
seemed fit and quite attractive to look at. It was just so strange to see it in
the mirror instead of my own older male image reflected back to me. I pulled on
the panties and the pants. It felt tighter than the pants I was used to wearing
but I could move around in them and that was what counted. Pulling the pants on
caused my new breasts to swing around and the movement on my chest made me a
little more willing to put on the bra. It took a while but I finally got it and
the shirt on. The sneakers seemed very small compared to my usual footwear but
they fit quite nicely on my new, smaller feet. I checked the corridor and it was
still empty. I made my way into what seemed to be the living room. Outside, I
could see palm trees. Apparently I wasn't in New York anymore.
Wondering where I was, I looked around for some mail or magazines that might have
an address. I assumed Valerie lived in California. That would explain the palm
trees. There was no mail, but I did see a TV. Ironically, the first thing on
the screen when it warmed up was an episode of Ms. Bertinelli's old show, One day
At A Time. A decade or two hadn't made her any less beautiful judging by the
woman I had seen in the bathroom mirror. I flipped through the channels. Many
were not broadcasting at all. She ought to be able to afford cable, I remember
thinking, as I searched for a channel with the local news or an ad for a business
in the area to identify my location. I finally found a news broadcast and
listened in amazement as a gray haired old woman in her seventies claimed to be
one of the young male anchors on CNN. He - or she -- told the audience of the
Great shift, and I knew I was not alone in the strangeness I had found myself in.
That day, I was more than able to believe it as I looked down at my own body of
a different gender and age. A commercial confirmed that I was now in California.
Returning to the CNN anchor, I learned that long distance transfers of minds was
quite uncommon but reports of a few had surfaced. Most mind transfers occurred
between people nearby or up to a mile or so away at most. Not that it mattered
to me where I was after switching into a new younger female body.
After that, things happened swiftly. The man in the bed came out calling me
Mommy. It seemed that he had the mind of Valerie's young son. He wanted to know
why he was so tall and had tattoos and hair just like his father. I did my best
to calm him down but soon he found one of his games to play with and stopped
bothering me. Shortly afterwards, Valerie herself showed up, ringing the bell
since she was inside the body of a teenage girl and had no keys to her home. She
almost looked like she did on the old TV show, but, if anything, she was even
more beautiful now than she was at eighteen. She looked at me inside her body
familiar body with an understandable expression of shock. Then she looked over
at her husbands body playing near the TV. She calmed down a little as I
explained that her son now occupied his body. Then she asked me where his body
was and if Eddie, her husband, was in it. I hadn't thought about anyone else
being in the house. How could I have known? I didn't live here, I just had
possession of her body. She ran into one of the other rooms in the house and
came back out helping a sleepy child walk into the room. The mind occupying the
young boy's body spoke Spanish and Valerie was able to make out enough of what
she said to determine that her son's body was occupied by one of the neighbor's
maids, an illegal alien who wanted to know if her new body meant she was now a
citizen. She was happy to play with Valerie's son while she started to call her
relatives to see how they had survived the "event."
It was much more of a shock to her and her son when her husband, hard rock
superstar guitarist Eddie Van Halen, showed up an hour later as a very pregnant
black woman. It was a sure bet he wouldn't be doing any guitar playing for a
while with his baby-filled stomach in the way. Eddie was bigger than either
Valerie or me even without the baby. I was now about five foot three inches tall
and Valerie's new teen body was about the same height. Eddie was at least
five-seven and looked to be in his/her late twenties, but his real body, occupied
by his son was even taller than the female bodies in the room and he was all to
happy to point it out to anyone who would listen. Eddie watched his son play
with the maid while Valerie invited me back to the bedroom.
Valerie told me she planned to stay with Eddie. They always wanted another
child, although she had planned to be the expectant mother, not him. As we
talked, and at her insistence, Valerie sorted through her closets and pulled out
all the clothing that would no longer fit her smaller, younger body, or Eddie's
taller pregnant one, and gave them to me with her blessing. She also threw in
some of her cosmetics and almost all of her shoes since they were now either too
big or not suitable for her new youthful teenager look. I told her I had no
intention of wearing high heels or make-up but she insisted she knew my body and
told me I would want to use them once the shock of being a female wore off. She
requested that I dress nice since people would think I was her when they looked
at me. She was generous enough to allow me to borrow one of their cars to
transport the bags of stuff she gave me to a shipping office to send back to my
own home. She also gave me enough money to buy a ticket on a train back to New
York. I left her car in the security parking area of the airport for her to get
when she was able.
When I got home, I found my home being robbed by a little girl who wasn't old
enough to have breasts yet. Since I did now, and had a grown up body and well
exercised mature muscles to go with them, I was quickly able to subdue her and
called for the police. It took a long time for the cops to arrive since they had
their own bodyswapped problems to deal with along with the many problems of other
victims. So I was able to learn a little about my guest during her 'visit' with
me. It turned out she was a former male like myself, only he had been a prisoner
at the state maximum security prison. When he found himself back on the outside
inside the strange new girl's body she now possesses, she decided to run away and
start life over again. Robbing my place was supposed to get her the money to
escape to a new life. Instead, her decision put her right back into the same
life she had chosen before. Some people never learn.
After the cops took my young 'visitor' away, I began to get my life back in
order. I tried to find out what happened to my body but whoever has it now has
not showed up. It's been a week and I am beginning to think I will never see it
again. To be honest, I don't really mind. I spent the next few days like many
others learning to live with a new body and a new gender, and I spent a lot of
time in long lines waiting to get my new identification in order. I might look
like Valerie Bertinelli to the rest of the world but I could never be her on the
inside.
As you can tell from the photo above this column, she was right about me
accepting the use of makeup (and high heels, though you can't see them in the
picture) after I had a chance to get used to my new body and its inherit
femininity. To paraphrase an old saying, when a female, do as females do. I
even wear the occasional dress now after only a week as a woman. I did promise
Valerie to make her body look good in public, and I was a man -- and am a woman
who keeps my promises.
I certainly didn't look or feel like a 'George' any more, so I took advantage of
the options available after the shift and changed my name from George Wilson to
Vanessa Wilson. I decided to use a first name a bit similar to the nice person
and new friend who's body I now possess to honor her prior residency in this
body. I knew how lucky I had been. I was no longer male, but I also lost almost
two decades and was now back in my mid thirties again. And I was healthy and fit
thanks to Valerie's regimens as an actress.
I checked in with Valerie on the private number she gave me to call yesterday.
She told me she was doing as well as could be expected, considering she was about
fifteen years younger and a teenage girl again. She has decided to adopt the
young woman inside her son's body since her family family was badly broken by the
combination of being illegal aliens and thus not able to claim their prior
identities without being deported. Luckily, she... he reminds Valerie of her son
quite a bit since she wears his young body. But Val was worried that her young
son who now occupied the body of his daddy would have to learn to deal with the
alcoholism that came with it. With the mind of a young boy, she hoped he would
never get his adult body near the stuff that had almost ruined Eddie's life, but
she had to consider that the former boy could now simply walk into a liquor store
or just walk up to a bar at a party whenever he felt like it and satisfy the
cravings of his adult body. No one would consider a forty year old man to be
underage, even after the Great Shift. Since the boy had never drunk liquor
before, he might just have to learn to never drink when alcohol was offered to
him now that he was to all physical standards a grown man.
I guess Ms. Bertinelli felt comfortable chatting with her former body since she
reminded me her husband was now the same sex, a different race, and pregnant as
well and she confessed that both of them had to deal with the fact that they
loved each other but neither body was sexually oriented as a lesbian. They had
survived the disruptions Hollywood and Rock & Roll made to their marriage but
only time would tell if they could survive the loss of Eddie's manhood in their
marriage in the wake of the Great Shift.
She was happy to report some positive news, though. She had been offered the
opportunity to play the role of Barbara again in the upcoming major motion
picture remake of One Day At A Time. She was the right age to portray the
younger daughter again thanks to the Great Shift. And Eddie, or Edie as he was
calling herself after the shift, had found that his skills with a guitar had
traveled with him to the new body. Valerie told me Edie was already planning to
form a new band as soon as he/she recovered from the upcoming birth of the baby
she was now expecting soon.
As for me, I reported for work at The Herald two days ago and pitched in to get
the paper back into full production. As you can see, my idea for a new column
reporting the changes in people's lives after the Shift has been accepted and
should keep me busy for a while. With all the changes made to 98 percent of the
worlds population, I should have enough stories to tell until I age once more
back in my fifties again. Maybe even enough stories to tell until I retire. If
you have a Shift story you think is worth reporting, email me at the address at
the end of the column and I will consider adding it to a future column.
IN TOMORROW'S COLUMN: We will hear from our Mayor on his experiences in his new
body, one that belonged to a stripper in Las Vegas. His/her story makes for
quite an adventure, so make sure to pick up tomorrow's paper for the details.
The end.
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