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The Taxi: Love is the Reason
By Bashful
I walked out of the building, followed by the security officers. I was
carrying a box that originally held copy paper and it now held the former
contents of my desk. The desk I had occupied for six years. I'm not
ashamed to admit I was crying
It was probably the best job I had ever had. I loved it, really loved it. I
looked forward to going to work everyday up until about six months ago.
That was when Judy Spence came to work for the company. She was
hired to restructure my division.
Judy began with a series of meetings and interviews with each team and
then each employee. Before very long, she began making changes. At
first, they made sense. She sent some deadwood packing, she got rid of
several people who hadn't produced in years. The people she replaced
them with were good workers for the most part, except for Sylvia.
Sylvia was, on a good day incompetent. On bad days, which were
common, she was a disaster. I began hinting to Judy that Sylvia needed
counseling on choosing another profession. At first Judy seemed open to
my suggestions, she even discussed finding Sylvia a new position with
fewer responsibilities. I should have realized that she was trying to
protect her, but I was more worried about the company and my division
succeeding. I was Judy's senior assistant, I was just doing my job.
Then, just the other day, I called Judy and asked for a meeting. I told her
that Sylvia had screwed up big time and she would have to go.
"Bob, I know that now, I should have seen it sooner. I kept hoping that
she'd turn around. I don't want to just fire her because she tries so hard. I
want to let her go easy and to make that possible, I need the mess she
made cleaned up. Will you take that account and straighten it out for me?
I know it'll take a lot of work but if you'll do that, I can justify giving
Sylvia a severance package so she can try and find a job without being
flat broke. It would also prevent her from getting a black mark on her
work record. I'll talk to her about going into something less stressful and
less detail oriented, where she had a better chance to succeed," Judy said.
"Okay Judy, I don't think she means to screw up but she does. I'll help
you and her out. Can I devote myself to this full time for a couple of
days? It'll take that long to fix it."
"Sure Bob, take all the time you want. Just keep me informed of what
you're having to do on it, okay?" Judy said.
It all seemed so reasonable, I was helping another human being and
making my boss look on me with favor, I thought.
Two days later, after calling Judy a half dozen times and letting her
know what it was taking to correct Sylvia's mess, I was summoned to
Judy's office.
I knew something was up when I walked in, Judy, Sylvia, two security
officers and Mr. Larson, Judy's boss were waiting for me.
"Bob, I'm here to inform you of your immediate termination. Judy has
told me of the manipulation of Sylvia's accounts that she has suspected
you of. She has shown me the proof in black and white. I've prepared a
severance package for you that you don't deserve. Take it and get out
now. These gentlemen will see you on your way. You have tem minutes
to clear your desk out. Make a fuss and I'll see to it that you never work
in this industry again. You can possibly get a job again if we just sy you
quit without notice. We don?t want any publicity, do you understand?"
"Mr. Larson, I swear?"
"Not one word! You and your bigoted mindset disgust me. I thought you
understood we did not tolerate intolerance." Mr. Larson was close to
sputtering, he must have realized how ridiculous what he just said
sounded but he was right. The company was famous for hiring any and
everyone who met the performance standards. They had the most diverse
workforce in the industry and it was one of the things I liked most about
the company. They were proud of it too and avoided scandal.
What prejudicial behavior I was supposed to have shown, I didn't know,
not then and not for some time.
I was handed an envelope and the empty box. As I left Judy's office, I
heard Mr. Larson talking to Judy and Sylvia in a condescending tone.
Cleaning my desk out took slightly longer than ten minutes but the
security people were nice about it. They didn?t watch the clock or get
pushy. No one said anything to me as I packed up, they were scared,
afraid that they may get tarred with whatever brush had gotten me fired.
"Goodbye Bob and good luck. I hate to do this to you but I was told to
tell you that if you come back on the property, you'll be arrested for
criminal trespass. Also, the company has obtained a restraining order
requiring you to keep at least 100 yards distance from any and all
company employees," one of the officers said to me.
I just nodded and headed toward the street. A cab pulled up as I got to
the curb so I climbed in. I normally took the subway home but with the
box of stuff I had I decided to take a cab. It was a half-hour by cab and
about a $12.00 fare but I didn?t care.
I regretted my decision as a soon as I got in. The cab stunk so badly of
rotten eggs I wondered how the cabbie could stand it. I looked at him
and realized he probably didn?t notice it. He was fat, greasy and not too
bright looking. He spoke English though, with a Russian accent.
I was too depressed over the events of the day to care. I didn't have him
stop like I started to, I just sat in the back seat and zoned out until he
pulled up in front of my house. The meter read $12.25 and I pulled out
my wallet. I didn?t have any cash in it, shit! I looked in the envelope
Larson had given me for the first time. In addition to a check for two
weeks salary and my accumulated vacation, it held the money from my
credit union account. Since I couldn't go back on the property, they had
paid that to me in cash. There were several hundred-dollar bills and a
few ones, nothing in between.
I knew that he couldn't break the bill, I also knew that if I offered it to
him, he'd drive me to a bank to break it. Another twenty minutes in the
backseat of that smelly cab.
"Tell you what, keep the change but clean the smell out of this cab,
okay?" I said as I handed him the bill.
"Okay, have a good day, sir." The cabbie said and I blinked.
I watched as 'I' walked up the steps to the front door of my house. My
wife greeted me with a worried look on her face because I was home too
early in the day. I wanted to jump out, to run after myself, to shout, 'Hey,
you can?t do that, that's my life!' But instead, I put the cab in gear and
drove back to the city.
I tried to figure out what happened on the way back. I know that I wasn't
Bob anymore, I was the cabbie. I knew that I had gotten a big tip and I
knew that no matter what I did, I couldn?t get the stench out of the cab,
but I'd try, just in case. It was early, I could still make some money
tonight, if I tried. I worked long into the night and when I was done, I
went 'home'.
Something drew me to a filthy apartment building near he inner city. I
parked my cab out front and went up the stoop to the top floor. As I got
out, I realized that I was driving a different cab, or at least it looked
different from the one I had gotten in when I was Bob. This one wasn't
made by Marathon, like the traditional cabs were, it was a mini-van. It
still smelled the same though.
I entered the apartment and looked about, the cab was worse, but not by
much.
I found a journal that explained the taxi and what it did to the drivers.
How the body swap worked and what the parameters were. The fare had
to be over $8.00 and the ride had to last at least twenty minutes. It would
only work during a full moon or during the new moon. That meant I had
to wait two weeks. If more than one person was in the car, you could
choose who to become. If you didn?t change soon enough, the cab could
die. Before that happened, it would punish and even kill the driver. The
cabbie just had to meet the requirements for length of the ride and then
say the special phrase, "have a nice evening (day), sir (ma'am, miss)"
It meant stealing another's life, like mine had been stolen but refusal to
do so meant dying a horrible death. I would not die, I wanted to live and
to get out of this life and this body.
The next two weeks dragged by. I spent the time learning where to pick
up fares that wanted long rides, among other things.
The full moon came and I was ready, I hoped. I waited outside the place
I had scouted out and crossed my fingers. There, I saw my targets. Now I
should say here that intentionally becoming a woman was not what I
wanted to do, I wanted revenge, period. I had done nothing that deserved
my being fired. I wanted to get back at Judy and the company.
Judy came out of the building and started toward a cab waiting at the
curb just up the street. I jerked to a stop next to her and opened the
sliding door on the side of the van.
"Taxi ma'am?" I asked. Judy had been headed for a cab parked in front
of me but a man had grabbed it anyway.
"Yes, but you need to wait for my friend," she said. She stood there, the
wind whipping the hem of her dress around her thighs while she tapped
the toe of her high heel impatiently.
Finally, Sylvia came running out. She was wearing a party dress like
Judy was and she looked great. The two climbed into the back seat and
settled in. I had sprayed the back seat with everything I could to cover
the order, it wouldn?t go away but I could mask it for a while.
Judy gave me an address on the other side of town and I began what I
hoped would be a thirty minute cab ride. Judy and Sylvia began talking
in the back seat.
"Did Larson make another pass today?" Sylvia asked.
"Yes and I got it on tape again. I can file the suit in about two more
weeks. I need him to make a couple of more offers that are a little more
explicit. By then even an out of court settlement will be in multi million
dollar territory. The company and their precious image of tolerance will
not allow a sexual harassment lawsuit to go to court. They'll pay plenty
to shut me up."
"I love it when you say 'multi million dollar'. Can we really go to
Hawaii, surf all day and make love all night, forever?" Sylvia said.
"Absolutely, you?re the reason I'm doing this. That's why we ruined Bob
and I'm going to ruin Larson. I love you Sylvia." Judy said. They acted
as if they were alone. A lot of people acted that way in the back of the
taxi, they talked as if I wasn't there. They kissed each other full on the
lips and began steaming up the back windows.
I drove slowly, the traffic was too light and I had to reach twenty
minutes. I heard the little timer on the dash go off. Another driver had
attached it to make sure he knew when he had reached the twenty-minute
mark. I looked up as the meter rolled over $7.50. I needed another fifty
cents and I was in front of the dance club they had instructed me to drive
them to. They were so involved, I made a turn I didn?t need to and
circled the block and that did it, $8.10.
I pulled up and they untangled from each other. Then it took them
several minutes to rearrange their clothing, fix their faces and run
brushes through their hair. Finally they were dazzling looking again.
Judy dug into her purse and puled out $10.00 and threw it at me. She
opened the door and stepped out. I looked at the shapely legs, the full
hips and firm bosom, the carefully made up face, dress, heels and
jewelry. All the trappings of being a woman plus the unseen. Her vagina
and nipples, the sensations she would experience that would be so
foreign to a man. It would be a difficult adjustment, was it worth it for
revenge?
"Have a good evening, miss," I called out.
I steadied myself as I stepped out of the back of the cab, the heels were
strange but I found I could walk in them. I felt a hand take my upper
arm.
"Dizzy?" she asked.
"More like ditzy, let's go rock and roll," I swayed my cute butt into the
dance club, letting all the men look and drool, knowing they would never
get a chance to touch. Even now I knew that I would only be comfortable
with other women. Yes, other, I was a woman now and would stay that
way. I would make sure that we didn?t take a cab home tonight.
When I reached the door I looked back at the taxi as it drove off, the
cabbie shaking his head in bewilderment.
That first night was a real education into what life as a gay female would
be like. It was very different but having a caring a gentle lover helped
although she didn't know I had changed.
*********************
Two weeks later?
"I am making this offer to settle this lawsuit under duress I feel. I think
you're holding up the company for several million dollars because you
think you can get away with it. I don't really believe any true sexual
harassment ver existed. To have this come up now?"
"Sir, if you wish to allow a jury to handle this matter, I am more than
willing to testify in open court about what I have been forced to endure
at the hands of my supervisor. Shall I have my attorney contact you?"
"No, no, that won't be necessary, if you'll sign here and here. These are
agreements that you will not divulge the terms or even the existence of
this settlement. If you do you will be forced to return every dollar and a
ten percent penalty as well," the lawyer explained.
"Thank you, I assure you that I do not wish to have this publicized.
Where are the certified funds I requested?"
"Right here, this completes our business, good day, miss."
"And a very good day to you," I smiled stood up, my new dress showing
of what he wanted but couldn?t have. It was still a heady feeling seeing
men react to my new body. The bundle of certified checks added up to
$2,250,000.00 and they easily fit into my purse. I walked out the door in
time to see my harasser being escorted from the building.
"Have a good life, Judy," I called out.
"Why, Sylvia, why, I loved you so much?" she said through her tears.
"That's why Judy, that's exactly why. Losing something you love hurts,
doesn?t it?" I said it loud enough so she could hear me but she never
would understand. It didn?t matter, I did.
Outside, Judy walked dejectedly to the curb and climbed inside a taxi. I
could see her put her face in her hands and her shoulders rack in sobs. It
was the new moon, just last night. She was safe, she'd still be Judy when
she got home.
The End
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