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The Taxi Makes Its Rounds By Eric and a Friend (Eric's note: This was written almost totally by my friend. I just did some polishing, editing and minor changes) I should have known there was something wrong with Nick the day he took a taxi to my apartment just to tell me that he had passed his bar exam. I really shown have known! He could have just told me over the phone, but Nick has been like a child for most of his life, he couldn't wait to share the news with the whole world. He just got home from his new job with one of the larger law firms that evening, and checked his mail, for the one thing all lawyers wait for everyday after taking bar exam. So I was anxiously waiting for him that evening in my apartment front window four years ago, but as he stepped out of the taxi, he paused a little, before he went on to pay the driver. Nick went right up to my apartment; the last thing I saw before going to my door to answer the doorbell was that taxi Nick just took was still waiting in front of my apartment. "Guess what, Michelle?" Nick asked as he went inside the apartment, as excited as hell, but I should have known then it was for a different reason than I expected. "You passed the exam?" I asked. Nick just nodded but didn't say anything more about it. He went to the windows to lower the blinds and turn down the light in the living room. My lover then led me to the sofa and sat me down on his laps and started to kiss me, but not his usual quick and short kissing, but long, wet, deep French kissing. Not his usual style! I was indeed surprised, I had thought it would take Nick another 40 years to learn how to treat a woman like that, to make her feel she was needed and wanted, might this lead to a much better foreplay? "You want to do it now?" I asked Nick, as I smelled his pleasant male body odor, released by the increased blood flow and heating up of his body due to his enhanced sex drive, which would also help to augment my sex drive. "Yeah, do you want to do it in the bedroom or is hard floor of the living room good enough?" Nick asked as he started to take off my blouse with his hands, busily unbuttoning the 6 buttons on the white sheer silk blouse I had on. That was unusual since he usually just ripped the buttons out with one big pull of the blouse, forcing me to spend the next few days finding and sewing the buttons back, while enjoying the reason why I had to do the work. "No. I thought you want to take me out to somewhere else. I mean the taxi is still waiting outside and that would mean you had told the driver to..." "No, I paid him already." Nick said with a little anger in his voice. But he calmed down and began working hard to get my skirt off while I was still sitting on his lap. "But do you really want to go out now or maybe a little later on, after we get a little more caring and loving with each other?" He said, with a smile in his eyes. Nick finally found the button and zipper of my skirt and in few seconds; my skirt was on top of the table lamp in the living room. I didn't even answer, as I was hard working toward taking off his shirt and pants at the same moment he was taking off my bra, which he wore it on his head. I couldn't help giggling. Soon I was working hard on his chest hair while he was working on my breasts with his mouth and tongue while carrying me from the living room to the bedroom, kicking the bedroom door closed right after us. I should have noticed then that it was unusual for Nick to do any sort of foreplay before sex, it wasn't like him, Nick that day and later on always did lots of foreplay with me, I didn't mind! First time was great, better than all we had done before. It's not like Nick knew what I wanted before I even knew when I wanted it, and he held on until I came, and released his load of goodies into me. The second round that day was even better, but he wanted me on top and taught me a little on how to get the most out of his little Nick. I found I was in much better control than when I was on the bottom, and that might explain the better sex part, but I should have suspected something was wrong, but I didn't. My mind can't think of other things during and right after sex. A week after that, Nick proposed to me with a big diamond ring after we had another round of sex on the kitchen table, and we went to pick out the rings for the wedding next day after I kissed him with a few other rounds of wild sex around the house that night. But it was also the first time that I noticed Nick refused to hail a cab. We took the subways to the jewelry stores, then as we were on our way to a lunch spot both of us love to eat there across the town and I suggested to take a taxi, Nick just turned around and told me to take the bus. And I saw the fear in his eyes, but soon he masked it and I never did see it again. But from that day forward, he warned me not to take a taxi for the rest of my life. I tried to understand why he had that fear of a taxi, but I never did manage to get the story out of him. And, to make Nick happy, I didn't take taxi when I was with Nick, but once a while, when time was short, I did take a taxi, with guilty feelings. I never told Nick about my taxi rides. The wedding was lovely, small, but lovely, with family, friends, and co-workers. We had honeymoon in Jamaica and it was wonderful there. But the more time I spent with Nick, the less of the usual Nick I saw in him. He was now interested in going shopping with me, helping me picking out clothes to buy and what to wear each day, and started to help out in the kitchen and somehow learned to cook few dishes that turned out great on the first try. I couldn't believe it, but he even helps me to wash my long blonde hair with the knowledge of which shampoo and conditioner to use and when to use them. My other friends also noticed the little changes in Nick and they all said I was lucky to have someone that was my husband, be my best friend, in all the same person. I mean I shouldn't have anything to complain about Nick, the sex life was getting better and better everyday, and Nick's job in the firm was secured and right after the wedding he was offered a junior partnership, company car and other perks. But Nick wanted to leave the Big Apple behind for some reason, and was talked out of it by me. Job offer like that didn't come that often nor I wanted to leave the wonderful New York City, ever. So for four years, life was good, Nick was great at work and in bed, and I was happily married to him and while still working as production assistant to one of the big network television programs. Then about two days ago, everything fell apart in my life. No, Nick didn't leave me; there was no other woman. I didn't get fired from my job, aliens didn't invade and blew up New York City, and the Mets didn't win the World Series. My best friend Julie called and wanted to have a little get together that Saturday morning. Nick was at work and won't be home until late that evening preparing a class action lawsuit worth tens of billion dollars against some Internet web hosting company out in California for content control/censorship. So with snow still covering the streets of New York City, I went to Julie's house and took a taxicab around noon. Nothing happened in that taxi ride except I couldn't understand a thing the cabby said. In Julie's house, we talked about this and that while playing with and looking after her kids. Julie was the one who introduced Nick to me during a party before we finished our degrees in college. Julie was my roommate during my college years and later she went to law school and worked together with Nick in the same firm. Julie made junior partner a few months before Nick did, but later when Julie got married (two months before Nick and I tied the knot) to one of the full partners in the firm (a 59 years old guy who had just dumped his wife of 34 years), she decided to stay at home and in 3 years she had 3 kids (2 of them were twins) and happy as any mother would be, and also happy as a wife while her man brought back the check every month. So we chatted and chatted, then Julie told me that she had a crush on me during our college years. I was surprised to hear that, but Julie quickly went on to say that she was happy I found Nick and that everything turned out great for everyone involved. I didn't know what to say, but as soon as the visit was over I told Julie that I would be taking subway home, and we said good-bye to each other. It was during my walk to the subway that I was chewing on Julie's words; I was surprised to hear she said she wanted to make out with me. I had thought she was more or less like a sister to me, but by revealing that she had had feelings for me, that changed everything. My mind was wandering about Julie when I was inside the subway station, waiting for the ride home. But after about 20 minutes of waiting, the station agent finally told everyone the bad news; the subway line was stopped for the moment and would take another hour before re-opening. So like most people, I went back to the surface street and decided to take a taxi home. It wasn't a good day to start with that morning with overcast clouds after a week of heavy snow, and now being almost 5pm; the sky was darkened and looked like it might snow again. That meant I needed to flag down a taxi in order to get home before Nick did. And that wouldn't be an easy job to do with about 200 other riders; now spilling and standing next to the subway entrance who also wanted to hail a taxi in order to get home. The streets were mostly clear of snow thanks to those NYC snow removal trucks working around the clock salting the streets, but for someone trying to hail a cab after heavy snowstorm, first you have to step off the curb and walk between parked cars with 6 inches of snow still existing, and high heels didn't do that well with that part of the street that snow removing trucks unable to reach. Then you have to jump/walk/run over the long and continuous wall of 3 feet high dirty snow the city snow removal trucks have transferred from the main part of the street to the sides. Unfortunately that was the only way the cab drivers would be able to notice customers waving their hands desperately in this weather. The last thing you have to remember during this situation is that no matter what kind of cab you manage to get, get in the cab fast and close/lock the door behind you and shout to the driver to move as soon as possible, or you might be pulled out of the cab you just got in by an old woman with enough experience in the city to do what it takes to get their own cab. In New York it's dog eat dog! So I stepped off the curb thinking I was smart to wear a pair of black boots instead of high heels while several men were getting their feet wet with regular shoes. I then managed to walk between 2 parked cars over about 8 inches of snow, jump over the wall of filthy snow with perfect balance and not slip on the wet and icy street. It was a miracle to flag down the first taxi I saw. Of course, even after you manage to flag down any taxi, you have to move quickly to get inside the taxi, according to the final rule of getting a cab in New York City. Such thing as good manners, slowness, or picky about the taxi would get you nowhere. This was New York City and old ladies would beat you up and walk over your dead body in order to get a taxi. So when I saw a cab stopped for me, I ran like hell to it. As I got inside and hurried to lock the door, I saw 3 men who were almost as fast as I was, but almost doesn't count in the ruthless game of getting a taxi! I smiled sweetly back at them, and noticed 2 other men who had fallen face down in the dirty snow lining the street. They had been knocked over by two little, sweet old ladies, who were now walking over their bodies trying to reach my cab. I shouted to the driver my home address and the taxi moved right away, leaving behind several angry people and old ladies now hitting the 3 men with their walking canes. With that behind me, I felt relieved, but a smell like underground sewage hit me. I noticed the taxi wasn't the kind one I would like to ride in a normal day given the chance as I reached down to brush away snows and dirt from my boots. But I couldn't be that picky at that moment, I had to get home before Nick did and cook him a nice dinner and we could curl up with each other in front of the fire place on a miserable night like this and just enjoy each other's company. At least this taxi driver spoke good English and played no weird music. The ride was mostly uneventful, except the taxi driver kept talking about his unbelievable former life as a US Senator. Just what we need - another nut in New York! The weather made the ride a much longer than the one over; it took about 35 minutes just to get to my apartment and the fare of 20.80 dollars. I couldn't see that much out of the window for much of the ride, but the driver kept me company with his endless stories of other US Senators' sexual stories that would have make those tabloid news reporters wished they had a source like him. They weren't too picky about the truth and neither was the driver! The taxi stopped in front of my apartment little before six in the evening, I opened the taxi door and was thinking about how much tip I would give to the driver. The driver turned toward me and gave me a big wild smile. "Have a nice evening, Miss!" The driver said to me, I took no notice as my right foot stepped out of the taxi into cold evening of New York City, and it was then everything in my life changed. One moment I felt the cold wind moving up past my boots and making an opening in my wool skirt and heavy windbreaker. The next moment I felt I was sitting on those wooden bead seat covers those taxi drivers loved so much. I had a grimy steering wheel in front of me, and the smell of the taxi was still in my nose. What had happened? I knew I was still in the cab, but now in the driver seat by some unknown reason. I turned to my right and saw MY face smiling at me. I saw my former sexy body wearing my clothes and this Michelle handed me a hundred- dollar bill for the fare. "Keep the change," was all my former body said before hurried toward the shelter of the apartment entrance and left my view. It was impossible. I saw my own body walking away! I looked at the hundred-dollar bill, still didn't believe what was going on, about a 400 percent tip! What the hack was going on? Why am I the driver? How long would the 100 dollars last? Am I the ugly driver now? I need to find a place to eat! Weird thoughts kept filling my head and my mind told my new body to move the taxi to somewhere else, either getting dinner or pick up more fares in the cold evening like this. It was then I remembered something important and my left hand reached down to feel the area between my legs, I now got a little Johnny down there too! I wondered what Nick would say if he saw me now! But, there's no going back. I was no longer who I was before, and people would either laugh at my tale or might even punch me in the kisser, I was no longer a woman that need to be treated with care and protection. I was no longer Michelle, protected and loved wife of Nicky. I was now a middle age man, ugly with a beer gut and now that belly really was hungry. With the weather started to snow again, I didn't find any customers. So I finally gave up for the day and went back to the small apartment this taxi driver called home. I got another jolt in the grimy apartment when I found the thick book of journal that all taxi drivers before me had put down their tale. As an assistant producer at a TV network, I was a pretty good researcher digging around for information, at least in my former life I was. So I read the journal cover to cover, and I found Julie and Nick's name in the Journal at around 2am in the morning! Julie wasn't Julie, and Nick wasn't Nick. That news made my whole world crashed to hell in that instant. I read a little bit more, since the journal didn't really tell whom moved into whose body, but you could pretty much pick up that information through the next entry in the journal. So 4 years ago, the Julie I knew that had a crush on me, had left her life and body, which was stolen by a Navy sailor in town during his liberty and got, rolled out of his body. Strangely, Julie didn't see this as a lost, but a chance to fulfill her secret dream, to be with me. So when she figured out the rules, she tried her best to stake out our house and Nick's office. And when Nick called that day to tell me about how he managed to pass the bar exam, he took the taxi from his apartment and that was when Julie became Nick. That would clearly explain Nick's sexual ability to satisfy me from that day on, the wild sex, Nick's change of behavior and everything afterward all fell into place. But where did the real Nick go? I checked the next entry and found Nick resisted change for 4 weeks, and finally gave in to the taxi's demands and became a 16 year old prep school teenager; at least that was what I gathered from the next entry. So since it was 4 years, Nick's new body would be now 20 years old might be in college and I might be able to find him and join him once again. But how? I looked around the room and the apartment, besides the sofa and the black and white 13 inch TV, there was no computer, a phone that hadn't work since Alexander Graham Bell had installed it, and nothing else besides the bed and a night table. It was one level above dumpster. At least in a dumpster you might able to find food. Looking at the hundred-dollar bill, I knew that would be my sole source of money for the next few days if I was not up to the task to become the taxi driver. I figured 3 to 4 days would be about how long the money would last me, which meant I would need to use these few days wisely. First I needed to find out where my Nick really was. All I had was a name, Chris Johnson, now about 20 to 21 years old. So where do one go to find a lost person in New York City? City Library! The next day I tried and found the name in about a dozen databases on the library computer system, and finally narrowed it down to a kid now renting apartment in the area near NYU. A quick check with NYU computer found he was again studying to be a lawyer, junior, and had a part time job with the school's law center. With that information, I took the taxi to NYU and found his apartment, checking him out on the campus, I managed to pretty much find all I could about Nick, I mean Chris Johnson. But that still left the problem of who I would need to become in order to be with Chris Johnson. Can't be a guy since I think Nick/Chris was a pretty straight guy, but I didn't see any woman friend hang out with him while on campus. A woman I must become, I decided. But what kind of woman? Old, young, too young, kid? The next 10 days I was trying to figure it out and came to a conclusion. There was no way I wanted to become his sister or mother by accident, I wanted to be in love with him, share a bed with him, and marry him. He was the Nick I had loved and lost without really knowing I had lost him. Then the question and problem I had then was taken out of my hand on the evening the full moon came out. It was about 5 in the evening as I was circling around NYU campus and still trying to find a way to be with Nick/Chris. Then someone on the side of the road hailed my cab down, it was a young woman no more than 18 years old, dressed in the fashion of a sheer top to show their bra and boobs to the world, with a pair of figure hugging jeans. She was very beautiful but from the moment she got in the taxi, she could only complain about everything wrong with the city and everyone else to her friends via cell phone. The young lady wanted to go to the fashion district of the city that was about a 15-minute ride, in the peak of a traffic jam. With a little detour that made the ride a little bit longer. 25 minutes later with a $10.20 dollar fare, the taxi stopped in front the Vera Wang's Flagship store. The young woman was still talking her head off on the cell phone and pretty much didn't allow me to say anything. She didn't even notice that we had arrived at the store until I told her. "Have a nice evening, Miss!" I told her as she was stepping out of the taxi. Then I felt the shift and I was now standing on the street, reaching down my purse and gave the pale face taxi driver a fifty-dollar bill. It was the biggest bill I had. "Keep the change." I said and walked into the Vera Wang store where I was late for my appointment for a fitting for a pageant gown. My new mom was there also, talking her head off to everyone in the store. I was now Lisa Burke, Miss New Jersey, and would soon represent that state in the Miss America pageant competition. The gown fitting session was for one of the 7 gowns the state of New Jersey was paying for. So can I pick a new life or what?! Wow! And my conscience was a little stilled as I found from her memories what a conniving bitch she was. My new body was flawless, a great figure and a beautiful face. The only personal disappointment was to find out was that Miss Lisa Burke wasn't that bright, more or less a high school cheerleader type, slept her way through high school and managed to get into NYU on endless recommendation letters from high school teachers and 4.0 GPA. Plus her rich parents' donations to the NYU didn't hurt her chance to get into NYU either. Her SAT/ACT scores weren't something to talk about out loud. And now in college years, she was still using her body to keep up her grades. What a slut she was, or I am now. * * * * * * * "Have a nice evening, Miss!" was the last thing I heard before finding I was now the taxi driver. Wait a second; wasn't I supposed to go to a gown fitting session now? Then I saw the familiar face gave me the fifty-dollar bill and told me to keep it. Holy cow! Big tip! I can now buy make up, dinner, shoes, toilet paper... Toilet paper! Wait, aren't I Lisa Burke, Miss New Jersey? I looked down and saw I wasn't wearing anything nice and my chest was nowhere to be found. As I checked myself out, the drivers behind me blew their horns in anger at me for stopping too long; this was an illegal double-parking zone. So I started to drive the taxi, thinking again and again what was going on. I was supposed to be famous, and would soon having my beautiful face on all the television sets around the world. But how could I do it while driving a taxi? My mind can't figure it out how and what had happened a few minutes ago and a lifetime back. Oh, a customer wanted to a taxi ride! Here comes my first customer! I stopped the taxi in front of the police station, an attractive woman (for her age) around 30 got in the taxi, but 2 policemen in uniform were also with her, talking to her through the rolled down window. "I told you and your Captain, no more freebies to you or your kind. You guys treat my girls rough and don't tip enough. No more business with you guys unless you guys start to pay the regular price!" The woman was mad at the police. And the two policemen didn't like what they heard. "Hey! All the other shops got busted but not yours. If the agreement we had 3 years ago doesn't work as we all agreed upon, then you better hope you have a very good team of lawyers soon." The policemen said and went back to their police station. The woman in the back was angry, and she noticed me watching her through the rear view mirror. She told me to go across town first to pick up 2 of her girls from a previous meeting and drop them off in another part of the city for appointment before returning to her office. So that took about 50 minutes and fare was worth about 30 bucks. The woman was getting out and the thought crossed my mind that I needed to be nice to my customer, what was that phrase that taxi driver told me? "Have a nice evening, Miss!" Then I was standing outside of the taxi, reaching for a hundred dollar bill to pay for the fare. But before I could get remaining change back, policemen came out of nowhere and arrested me. I looked back and saw they already busted into my office and all of my girls were already were arrested. The 2 policemen I saw earlier came out of shadow and smiled at me. "Told you to be careful, didn't we? Now, your business is going down, Madam Jordan" No, no, no! It can't be. I was Lisa Burke, then that taxi driver, then now Madam Jordan? It took me a while to get my memory straight out and I was now a busted New York City Madam, the one ran the biggest operation in New York City history. My face would be show up in the TV news and newspaper tonight and tomorrow, as I had wished for before. Shit! But I wasn't too worried. I had enough on the governor and mayor to get off. But it would cost me. I was confused who was I? My lovely, perfect life was gone. The police told the taxi driver to move along and went on with his business. The taxi driver's face was pale white for few seconds but then he just drove away. Serves the bitch right - now she's busted! Inside the taxi driver's mind, he was thinking 'Now, if I can figure out how the whole thing works and how the body switching takes place, maybe I can be the mayor, a Rockefeller or something! OR maybe I would take over a younger woman's body... She must be rich, high-class young lady first, and... And the Taxi went about its rounds. * * * * * * * * The day after the body swapping inside the taxi, the new Lisa Burke went back to her college life. She tried to find Chris, but since the differences in the major and year (Lisa was freshman major in human behavior), the two of them didn't meet until after Lisa was the third runner up in the Miss America competition. They were in a party and Chris was all by himself in the corner of the room but Lisa had enough boys around her wanting to be the one sharing her dorm room bed based on her reputation as an easy score, her fame didn't hurt either. But that reputation was burned by recent rumors that she hadn't gotten a man in bed for the last month or two. No one knew what was the cause of the sudden change of heart. Some said it might be the Miss America stuff went over her head, she now thought she was too important to sleep with the instructors or even the tutors used to do her homework for her. Also Lisa had changed her major to Mass Communication and claimed she wanted to be a reporter. Her grades were up and she really did seem to study at night, for the first time since 5th grade, instead of busy making out with boys and older men to advance herself. Her mother and father couldn't understand what had come over their daughter. So Lisa saw Chris first time on campus in one of the wild parties NYU is famous for, and Lisa knew she had to make the first move. Lisa got rid of the boys around her, and walked towards Chris. Chris was about to leave the party when a shadow cast over him and he looked up, and saw the most beautiful girl he ever saw. His jaw dropped. "Hello?" Lisa said to Chris and sat down on the sofa right next to him. "Hello to you too," Chris said and didn't have a clue. 'What was the hottest girl in the NYU wanting to talk to him for?' "Can we talk somewhere? Your apartment?" Lisa asked with a smile on her gorgeous face. Chris was uncomfortable as he saw a large group of other university young men were now looking at them from across the room. "Hmm... Did my friends put you up to this?" Chris asked, his voice almost squeaking. Lisa knew then that it wasn't working as she intended. So she went for the backup plan. She grabbed him and dragged Chris out of the party and the two walked down the street and slowly heading to his apartment. The two talked a little, but Chris was pretty reserved about the whole thing. Two of them now alone in his apartment, and the two looked at each other. They didn't know what to say to each other now, as two of them were alone for the first time. Lisa again knew it was going to be her first move if she really wanted to put everything in the public. "Chris, can I tell you a story?" Lisa asked. Chris just nodded his head. "Four years ago, Nick was somebody special to me, just passed his bar exam. He was so happy that wanted to tell his girlfriend about the good news in person. So he took a taxi ride, and..." Before Lisa could continue the story, Chris' eyes opened wide and couldn't close his mouth. But he looked at Lisa and continued the story for her. "...and the taxi driver stole his body and there nothing he could do. So he tried to resist the taxi's needs and wants for a time, but Nick himself decided he couldn't do it any longer and wanted to start a new life. So on the evening of the full moon, he picked up a kid that had sneaked out of his prep school dorm to spend a night on the town. So Nick pulled the switch and became Chris Johnson. Now, I have a question for you, how do you know this?" Chris wanted to know. Was it possible the young woman in front of him also went through the same hell as he did? "If I told you that several months ago, I was Nick's wife of 4 years. Nick always told me not to ever ride a taxi again, but several months ago, I didn't listen and ended up being the taxi driver. I researched the journal in the apartment, found out about the switch Julie did with you and how she assumed the life of Nick, my boyfriend, soon to be my husband. She had been in love with me since our college years. So I tracked you down and happened to be able to pick up Lisa, who you see here, and swap with her. Do you believe me? Can you believe me?" Chris was shocked to hear the story, it was his girlfriend, after all those years, trying to find the real him and now able to stand in front of him, telling him the tale of incredible journey. She loved him enough to do the impossible! "But, how..." Lisa answered his question with the short kisses Nick used to do to her in a former life. "Remember it now?" Lisa asked during the short break she had before returning to kiss Chris. "Oh, yes, yes!" as the two of them lay down on the bed, and for the first time in 4 years, able to enjoy each other. 'Nick' and 'Michelle' were divorced a year after her Taxi ride. Nick was broken hearted when he found his wife cheating on him. It was so unlike her! The New York Madam wrote a best seller. The former Madam swapped with a congressman. No one noticed any difference - once a whore, always a whore. Four years later, both Chris and Lisa finished their schooling at NYU and the two got married right after and moved to California. Neither wanted to stay in New York City a minute longer than necessary, neither had took a taxi ride ever again in their lifetime. Both had a successful careers, he was now working for a large LA law firm dealing with class action lawsuits with Internet firms, she was the newly appointed anchorwoman for the 6pm newscast for one of the bigger network owned TV station. Her new mother and dad were so proud of her. And the taxi drives on! The end