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The Fall
By Eric
(Thanks to Steve Zink for editing this.)
Jim Knight was hot and sweaty. It was the last minute of the basketball game
against hated Hoover High. He drove the baseline for the basket, but was elbowed
by the opposing center as he went up for the game tying shot. Jim game down on
his tail bone with a jar, and saw stars. He was semiconscious as his concerned
teammates helped the tall, handsome 17-year old to the sidelines.
The scene before him wavered. Overlaid with the normal sight of a high school
gym and the small stands came a sudden vision. 'He' seemed to be laid out on a
dirty floor semiconscious, crying and weeping loudly from a blow to 'his' cheek,
also to 'his' lower torso. 'His' feet hurt and 'he' was sobbing. Then that
strange vision faded, and he was back on the bench. His team won, and Jim forgot
about the strange vision as he was out with his buds celebrating.
When he got home, his parents hugged Jim and told him how proud they were of
him. His team was only one game away from the city championship. As he undressed
for bed, his room suddenly faded and he was somehow out on the street,
frightened and walking - walking with great difficulties in high heels! Shit,
what was wrong with him? Had that blow to his tale bone and head knocked him
silly? Nah! He was just dreaming. That had to be it.
That night he had nightmares of being someone else, but when he awoke the next
morning, Jim couldn't quite recall them.
He ate his usual huge breakfast and headed on to school. His cute girlfriend
Jennifer kissed him in a quiet nook saying, "Congratulations, Stud!"
Jim grinned, but as their lips met for the second time, the scene was whipped
away - now he felt he was being kissed by a large black man who whispered,
"Baby, you be so fine! Keep bringing in the cash and Jessie will be real nice."
Then Jim was back with Jennifer again. He was scared. What was happening to him?
She hadn't noticed his sudden lapse. He went to class and tried to concentrate
on American History! Boring! The rest of the morning passed without any more
flashes. Then suddenly, about 2, Jim felt really antsy. He started shaking in
class - was he coming down with a fever?
Suddenly, the classroom disappeared and he felt tears on 'his'(?) face and heard
a voice say, "Okay Dionnie, I guess you earned your fix." He felt a prick of a
needle in his left arm, and suddenly he felt euphoric and giggled. He drifted
for a few moments and then came back to himself in English class. Jim looked
around. Nobody seemed to have noticed anything.
Jim reached up, and with the back of his hand felt his forehead sweating. What
was happening to him? Ever since he fell, he was having these weird visions and
feelings - like he was someone else, somewhere else.
During basketball practice after classes everything was fine, and afterwards he
and Jennifer went for a pizza. They started making out at what all the students
knew as make out point. God, it felt so god to have her in his arms!
Then suddenly, he was in a hotel room. A man was grinning at him, saying, "Baby,
you are really stacked!" Jim caught a glimpse of 'himself'(?) in the mirror,
long black legs with fishnet stockings and very high heels. Just as suddenly,
Jim was back with Jennifer, who said, "Wow! Where did you learn to kiss like
that?" Jim couldn't answer her, but wondered, 'kissed like how?'
Jim could not figure what was going on. That night, he told his folks a little
of what had happened, and concerned, they said they were going to take him to
see a doctor tomorrow.
Jim was a big strong kid, but he was frightened. What was happening to him? As
he was taking a shower, he suddenly felt water coming down on 'his'(?) breasts,
and felt someone in the shower with him. Jim felt rough hands on his sensitive
nipples and what had to be a dick pressing against 'his' soft ass. Then 'he'
heard a husky voice saying, "Nothing turns me on more than a shower with a
whore."
Then he was back in the safety of his room. This was too weird. It was like he
some like someone else! Like he was two people. It was a long time before he
went to sleep. And when he dreamed, he seemed to walking the streets and his
feet hurt. He felt fearful, worried that he wouldn't get enough money to make
Jessie happy. A car pulled up and he felt face muscles stretch into a fake sexy
smile.
In the doctor's office the next morning, Jim was examined and told that he had
mild conclusion. He was given some medication and tranquilizers. He sure hoped
he wouldn't miss the big game. As the drugs calmed him, he seemed to shift
again. He felt a needle in his arm and found himself trembling with relief.
That night, Jennifer came over to see him and concern was written all her pretty
face. As she leaned forward to kiss him, he suddenly felt a belt bite into his
ass and heard himself cry out with a high, alien voice. Then he heard a
trembling tenor voice say to him, "That's it! Scream some more bitch! I love it!
Its worth the extra hundred to make bitches scream."
He felt tears streaming down his cheeks. Again the belt bit, and again he cried
out. Finally the beating stopped. Jim turned to see a white businessman fall
back exhausted, sweat on his fat face. He turned a little further and saw the
reflection of a young, stacked, naked black woman lying on a bed in the mirror.
Then that vision faded, and he was back in the safety of his own room. Jim found
himself stroking Jennifer's breasts, and she was moaning.
"Oh, Jim! That feels so good! Why didn't you ever do that before?!" The pretty
blond leaned over and gave him a French kiss, and Jim found himself getting
really hard. Jennifer saw it too, and giggled smugly. She started stroking his
dick and said, "Humm! A hard man is good to find." She went and locked the door.
As she came back, she started taking off her dress. Jim hurried out of his
clothes. At last, he was going to get laid. They were naked to each other and
their hands were all over their young bodies. Jim had never felt so good!
Then suddenly, he was in another place. The same hotel room, and Jim felt a
man's dick thrust brutally into his dry vagina and he cried out in pain which
the man thought was passion. This new man was big and rough and he kept plunging
away. Jim was so frightened. He was going crazy. When Jim returned to his room,
a purring Jennifer was kissing him.
"Boy, you were no virgin! You sure know how to turn on a girl! WOW!"
Jim felt his dick in Jennifer's pussy. But he hadn't remembered putting it
there!
"Don't pull out yet, lover," she whispered seductively. "You're young and
strong. I think we can get more!"
Then Jennifer's smiling face vanished and he was on his back in the hotel room -
he was the black whore again, and the huge man was bragging, "They call me five
time Pete, little lady!" A bewildered Jim screamed, which the man took as signal
to begin sex again.
As the man pumped away, Jim found himself hurting, and was examining everything
else but that which was happening to him. He saw long artificial blood red
fingernails on slim, lovely hands. He felt large tits moving on his body. His
thinking seemed fogged, like he was drunk or on drugs or something. Long hair
pulled at his head as the man grasped it.
Then Jim was back in his room with his girl friend. She had just rolled off him.
"Jim! This is the greatest night of my life! You are one great lay!" she giggled
and purred like a cat. Jim made himself smile, and thanked her. This was really
frightening. It was a fucking nightmare!
Later that night, his dreams were jumbled and frightening, and he could not
remember them in the morning. He saw the school physiologist the next day. The
woman smiled patronizingly at him.
"Jim, you are just feeling a typical, and justified, white middle class guilt
over the exploitation of females, especially black females in our racist and
sexist society."
Jim thought it sounded like a bunch of bullshit. He wasn't a racist. He liked
all the black guys he played with, and often had them over to his house and vice
versa. But he was desperate enough to listen to anything.
"You need to confront your fears and prove to yourself that there is no Dionnie,
who you say will walk the stroll on Franklin drive down there tonight, and purge
yourself of your fantasies and fears. It is only by facing our fears that we
overcome them."
Jim would try it. He also seemed to hear a voice in his head saying, 'Come Jim,
Honey. Come and see little Dionnie! We'll have a real good time.'
Later, Jennifer winked at him and whispered, "Saturday night, after the big
game, stud!"
Jim smiled back. His fears were groundless. Dr. Freeberg was right about that at
least. It just had to be the effects of the concussion!
That night, he had a quiet dinner with his folks and drove his car downtown and
looked around. God! Were there ever a bunch of black and white teens selling
their bodies along here. But no Dionnie, thank God! She only existed in his
fevered brain. He turned his car around and headed back home.
Then he saw her! She also saw him, and smiled broadly and waved. She was pretty,
but had a battered look. Dionnie was real. Very real! Helplessly, Jim pulled up
bedside her and she slid seductively in.
Dionnie was dressed in a short black vinyl skirt, fishnet stockings, black
patent leather five-inch heel knee high boots, and a tight red blouse that
showed off her tits. She wore heavy make up. She laughed and said, "17! Honey, I
am the same age as you, Jim. Ain't life a hoot!"
"What's happening to us?" Jim replied, almost in shock from talking with the
body he'd been temporarily occupying.
"I don't know, Jim. Suddenly I felt myself being you from time to time. Boy, is
Jennifer a sweet young piece!"
"Hey!"
She laughed a throaty laugh. "No offense, honey. Let's go somewhere where we can
talk."
Jim found himself in the same hotel room he had been in when he had flashes of
being her.
"My pimp gets the room for all my clients." Dionnie said seductively. She sat
down and crossed her legs provocatively.
It was so weird talking and looking at her. For a while, Jim had even BEEN her.
Jim paced nervously. "For me, it started when I was knocked silly playing
basketball. I was suddenly with -"
"I remember," Dionnie cut in, "my Pimp Jessie had knocked me around a bit
because he was upset about the cops shaking him down. I thought I was dreamin'
when I saw your gym and sat on your bench."
"That must be it. Somehow our minds connected when we got kinda knocked out at
the same moment."
She grinned with her wide mouth. "Could be! But enough talk, how about some
action?"
"Action?" he said weakly.
"Sure, I know you want to fuck me. Besides, I think it will be a sure way of
stopping us from dropping in on each other! Though I sure did enjoy fucking
Jennifer, instead of being fucked by some fat John!"
Jim opened his mouth to protest, but Dionnie just rose catlike and planted a
fiery kiss on his mouth.
"Yes sir, Jim, this is going to be fine!! Trust Dionnie! A night to remember for
both of us!"
Jim's mind said, "Run!" but his body said, "STAY!" He felt her slim hand
stroking his rising member. It felt so good! She pushed him gently towards the
bed, pulled down his pants, and Jim got the first blowjob of his life.
"Feels real good, don't it honey!? Everyone says I give the best head on the
street!"
Jim started playing with her tits.
"Ah, Jim, it is so good to have you with me! A young handsome man! It's real
nice." She started covering his now naked body with kisses.
Jim groaned and felt very light headed. Her pussy was so inviting, he thrust in,
and she smiled and came down in it and they thrust together. Jim's excitement
mounted as she mounted him. He never dreamed such excitement could exist. He
felt so good, then he felt Dionnie push into his mind - then he felt a dick
inside HIM - he was in Dionnie again. He found her body answering to his passion
and he screamed with her voice. He felt strong male hands on 'his' slim
shoulders. Then the male under him shuddered and came in buckets!
"Thank was great!" said his own voice under him.
Jim shook his head and long hair pulled at him, he felt really alive. For a
moment, they laid there together. But somehow it was different from the other
times. Jim felt more real somehow. He felt cum oozing out of a pussy as the man
rolled him off.
Jim watched himself get up and stretch. "Thanks for coming down to see me. I
wasn't sure you would, but I'll have to thank that stupid shrink for convincing
you. I kept whispering at you to come, but I didn't think you would have, except
for her. Nice lady, Dr. Freeberg!" his body laughed.
Jim was puzzled.
"You look puzzled, don't be. Think about it. Who would YOU rather be, a
homeless, black whore, hooked on heroin by her brutal pimp, or a handsome young
white star basketball player with a loving family, and a loving, sexy girl
friend?"
It suddenly dawned on Jim what his body was saying. "NO!"
"Yes! I'm Jim Knight now, and you're Dionnie the whore. Have a good life!" 'he'
laughed. "Don't worry, you will love being me! NOT!" The new Jim opened his
billfold and threw all the cash on the bed. "Believe me, you were worth every
penny."
Jim flew up at his former self, but the tall strong young man just laughed, then
slapped him and hurled him back, sobbing on the bed.
"Get use to it, Dionnie! That's your new lot in life. Well, I'd better be
getting back to MY parents. I know they must be getting worried about ME now. I
am sure looking forward to Saturday night with MY girlfriend Jennifer. She is
she so sexy and sweet!"
Horrified beyond measure, Jim found Dionnie's memories pouring into his mind.
Her period was due tomorrow, and Jessie would expect her to still work and just
give head! She looked down on her arm and saw the needle marks. The new Dionnie
heard the door open. The new Jim paused in the opening. "Thanks for everything!"
he said with a grin. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do. By the way, you'd better
hustle up some more money, or Jessie will be cross."
The black whore started crying! She crossed to the mirror. At least she was
sexy; maybe she could charm some John into taking her away. She dressed in the
vinyl skirt and pulled on the high-heeled boots. She moved easily to the mirror
and made up her face. Maybe she could find a way to kill Jessie! God how she
hated him. The new Dionnie laughed bitterly. I sure have fallen from Jim to
Dionnie. Fuck the school psychologist - fuck the world! Fuck me!!!
With that last thought, an abrupt change came over Dionnie.
Hopelessly, the new Dionnie found herself walking down the stairs where the old
female desk clerk winked familiarly at her.
"Out for another trick, Dionnie? Your last one was really cute!"
Without answering, she walked back into the night and started walking up and
down the now familiar street, looking for some mark. She knew for sure what her
lot in life was.
The End
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