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Miss-taken - A Taxi Ride Universe (TRU) Story
By Caleb Jones
(This story, except the TRU concept, Copyrighted 2000 to Caleb Jones, all rights
reserved.)
I spent the first day after I was stuck in the cab driver's body crying and
cursing him for stealing my life. My beautiful body was gone and I was the messy
old bearded man who had driven me to my modeling assignment! I was somehow
unable to get out of the cab, drag my body back into the cab, and force him to
give my beautiful body back to me.
I drove around awhile and vented some anger with foul language I didn't even
know I knew, and then I finally went to the apartment listed in the wallet in my
pocket. After a restless night on a cheap mattress, I found a journal in the
grubby little room the body I now had called home.
As I read, I realized I had a chance to escape this cursed life and body and
get back another good life like the one I had lost. All I had to do according to
the journal was get a passenger to take a longer ride with me on the next night
with a full moon. With the stop and go traffic in the city, this couldn't be too
hard. I hated the thought of hijacking someone else's body, like the cabbie had
done to my own life; I realized I had no choice. I couldn't stay like this one
more second than was necessary. Whoever I became would have a shot at another
life like I did, maybe even a better one. Or so I kept telling myself over and
over until I began to believe it...
I remembered the rules in the journal as I looked for someone I wouldn't mind
becoming. Someone figured out that in order to get the switch to happen, the
ride has to take place in the new moon or the full moon. Like a werewolf, there
were only a few nights a month it would work. The ride had to be longer than 20
minutes, with a fare higher than 8 bucks. If there's more than one passenger the
taxi driver has the luxury of choosing which person he wants to become when the
ride is over. Apparently, I had to tell the passenger I chose to have a nice
night or life, and the swap would take place. To seal it, the journal suggested
giving the new driver a hundred dollar tip. It didn't say what would happen if
you didn't but I saw no reason to be cheap at such a life-changing moment. Let
some future driver try not to give a tip and find out.
I rode out to a wealthy part of town. If I was to become someone else, I wanted
to be wealthy, young, and female, like I used to be before I became this grubby
old male cabby. I soon found a nice young couple looking for a cab and picked
them up. They wanted to go across town. I started chatting at them trying to get
them to tell me about themselves. The cabby who stole my life had bored me into
this body. I wanted to learn enough to find out if my new life was going to be a
good one. The kids were fresh out of graduate school and starting their own
business. A quick question and they were telling me about their new art gallery
they were going to set up. I used to like art enough. This sounded promising. I
watched the meter pass 8 dollars. I was half way home. Now if I could keep them
in the cab for twenty minutes I had a shot at a good life again!
Once I got them talking, it was impossible to get them to stop. They went on
about how they had fallen in love and were about to get married next month.
According to the clock, I had a few more minutes to go until I hit the twenty-
minute mark and could swap with them. He was good looking and she was handsome.
I could do a lot worse than become one of them.
I reached their destination but needed a couple of more minutes before I could
change places. I looked in the rear view mirror and they were kissing each
other. I made up my mind. She was the one. I would be young again, a woman with
a happy life ahead of her. Damn! Two minutes to go to the twenty-minute time
limit! I deliberately overshot their stop and drove around the block.
Bingo! I passed the twenty-minute mark! I finally pulled in and they started to
get out. Like the cabby before me, I bid her farewell as I took over her life.
It seemed unfair but life was unfair. Someone had stolen my life and now it was
my turn.
"Have a nice evening, Miss!" I said...
... and suddenly I was waiting in front of the restaurant as my fiance paid the
cabby. I insisted he give the driver a hundred dollar tip despite his complaints
that the tip was too big and the cab was too smelly. I turned away from the
stunned look on the driver's all too familiar old face. I was ashamed of what I
had done. I had condemned her to the same curse that had overtaken me and I
ruined her life. Tommy, my new fiance, took my hand and I looked back at the cab
one last time. What could I say to her... him? I told myself again I had no
choice but this time it felt hollow, just an empty excuse. I started crying.
Just like me, the new cabbie was compelled to drive off in the cab, leaving her
life behind for me to take over. Tommy held me in his arms but he never found
out why I cried that night.
Over the next month I adjusted to my new life. I was again a young, attractive
woman even if I had gone from being a slim, tall blonde of Norwegian descent to
a somewhat short and full-figured brunette from Italian family roots. Somehow, I
knew much about her past life and was able to see why she had fallen in love
with Tommy. Tommy was a thoughtful lover and we got married a few months later,
after I postponed the marriage a couple of times. I had to be sure I loved him,
and that it wasn't some leftover feeling from the girl who lived in this body
before me. I do love him or I wouldn't have married him, but I still have
problems dealing with taking over the life of someone else even though I really
did have no choice in the matter, like I said."
"We all have choices, my dear," the psychologist told me. "You have developed
this fantasy of swapping lives to explain the doubts you have about your life.
It is good you have decided to seek out my help. I am sure we can talk you
through your doubts and you will soon be able to enjoy the rest of your life."
Doctor Jefferson helped her off the couch and led her to the secretary who
scheduled her for an appointment every week for the next month.
If more sessions were needed, he would schedule them later but her problems
seemed rather simple.
After all, adjusting to a new body and a new life wasn't an easy process. He
should know. Several years ago Janet Sakawa visited the big city after a
lifetime spent as the favorite daughter of the chief of her tribe in New Mexico.
After a fateful cab ride much like the one his patient had described, she
eventually 'adopted' a new life as a prominent Black psychologist. His female
patients often said he was one of the few men who truly understood them. They
would be very surprised to learn how well he really understood women. He was
living proof that it took one to know one.
Even if he wasn't one anymore.
The end.
(Copyrighted 2000 to Caleb Jones, all rights reserved.)
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