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The Great Shift: Snot Nosed Punks
By Morpheus
Harold gripped his cane tightly as he slowly made his way across the busy
mall parking lot. He ignored the ache in his hip with a long practiced ease,
keeping his attention instead on the cars that were zooming through the parking
lot around him. Harold snorted in disgust as he watched one car tear around a
corner so fast that it nearly slid right into woman and her son who were walking
nearby. "Damn punks!" he snorted, and then continued on his way.
Finally Harold made it through the parking lot, grumbling to himself that
every month it seemed to be a longer and longer journey. He smiled faintly,
knowing very well that he was no longer a young man. At 73 years old, he was
slowing down more and more every year, and soon he knew... soon he'd join his
beloved wife Victoria. That thought brought a deep sadness with it, and pained
Harold's heart. God, he missed Victoria.
With a deep sigh, Harold forced his thoughts away from the past, and
focused instead on the entrance of the mall, which was before him. He hoped that
he could find some kind of decent Christmas present for his granddaughter, and
then leave as soon as he could. Harold definitely didn't like being around so
many people anymore. All the young faces just served to remind him even more of
his own growing age.
As Harold stopped in front of the glass doors, he looked over at the group
of teenagers who were sitting against the wall smoking. All five of them looked
to be between 14 and 15 years old. He frowned at the sight, disgusted that any
kids could possibly look or act like that, and that their parents would let
them. One girl had pink hair and a nose ring, and an another girl had blue hair,
a nose ring, and another ring through her eyebrow. The other girl and two boys
all looked a little more normal, but not by much. Harold was stunned and
disgusted.
"What are you looking at?" Demanded a girl with long black hair and too
much makeup, glaring at Harold.
"Get lost you old fart." Added the blue haired girl, "We don't want you
falling over dead near us"
Harold gasped in shock. "Didn't your parents teach you any manners?" he
snapped back furiously, "And don't you have better things to do than loitering
here while looking like clowns. Back when I was your age..."
"Back when you were our age," the pink haired girl interrupted
sarcastically, "dinosaurs were walking around!" At that, all of the other teens
started laughing uproariously.
For a moment, Harold just stood there with his jaw open, staring at them
furiously. "How dare you..." he gasped in disbelief.
"Yeah," one boy smirked, "get your scrawny old ass out of here before I
have to kick it!" Then the boy stood up and tried looking as menacing as he
could.
Harold glared at the boy, and at the other teens who'd stood up and were
also trying to look menacing. He had no doubt that if they attacked him; there
was nothing he could do to defend himself. After fighting Nazi's back when he
was in the army, risking his life every day, he was horrified to find himself
threatened by mere teens. How dare those snot nosed punks threaten him. But
Harold saw that they were just laughing at him. Disgusted, he turned and hurried
into the mall, leaving those horrible punks behind him, their laughter echoing
deep into his ears and filling him with shame.
Inside, Harold muttered, "Damn snot nose punks. Talking to their elders
that way!" Harold grimaced as he hurried faster than his hip would comfortably
let him. Once he thought that he was far enough away, he slowed his pace down,
and then stopped to sit on a bench and catch his breath. Harold closed his eyes,
trying to calm himself down. After having two heart attacks already, he
certainly didn't want to bring another one on himself. There was no way that he
was going to give those snot nosed punks that kind of satisfaction.
Once Harold had calmed down and rested, he painfully got back to his feet.
Grasping his cane tightly in his hand, Harold started walking through the
crowded mall, remembering his original purpose in coming. Buying a Christmas
present for his granddaughter Rose, even if he did only get to see her about
twice a year.
Harold carefully searched through the stores, wondering what to get for an
11-year-old girl. And the meager funds from his social security limited him even
more. After nearly an hour of searching, Harold found a nice shirt, which he
just knew she was going to love, and started back towards the malls exit.
When Harold had gotten close to the exit, he saw the same group of teens
that he'd seen earlier. He frowned at the sight of the punks, wondering just
what kind of trouble they were going to be looking for now. He didn't doubt that
they would be looking for it. A moment later, they saw him as well, and smirks
appeared on all five of their faces. Obviously, he thought, things were about to
get bad again.
Then suddenly a wave of dizziness washed over Harold. For a moment, the
only thought that filled his head was that it was time. He was having a stroke,
and at long last he was going to join Victoria. But then the dizziness
increased, robbing Harold of all of his senses. Finally darkness claimed him.
Just as suddenly as the dizziness had claimed Harold, it was gone. As his
senses returned, the first thing that Harold realized that he didn't feel pain.
All the pain that he'd felt, that he'd gotten used to feeling nearly every
waking minute of his life, was gone. "So this is Heaven!" he thought with a
smile, then opened his eyes.
Harold blinked, looking around himself and feeling confused. He was
obviously still in the mall. For a moment, all Harold could do was look around
him, trying to make sense of what had happened, and why he didn't feel any pain.
The sight of other people looking confused and beginning to scream suddenly made
him realize that whatever had happened, it hadn't been to him alone.
Still feeling confused, Harold looked down to check himself for injuries,
and was shocked at what he found. His eyes quickly ran from the small pert
breasts pushing out from his tank top shirt, to the tattered black pants that he
was wearing. Instantly he realized that he was not in his own body, but that
didn't make any sense.
"What's going on?" Harold asked aloud, startled to hear a girls voice come
from his mouth. He gulped, noticing several people standing next to him, looking
very confused and checking their own bodies out as well. It only took him a
moment to realize that these were the same snot nosed punks that he'd been
having trouble with. However he only saw four of them.
He gulped in realization of what that meant, especially since he clearly
saw the two boys, and two of the girls. The only one he didn't see was the blue
haired girl, and that made him shudder even more.
Harold forced his eyes away from himself, and watched the four teens next
to him, then looked at the other people in the mall hallway. "Obviously I'm not
the only one," he said, forcing himself to remain calm. Harold frowned, having
seen many strange things in his life, but nothing as strange as what was going
on around him.
One man was screaming and running wildly, then bumped into the railing and
continued to scream as he toppled over it, and to the floor below. A woman was
grabbing her breasts and screaming, then reaching between her leg. One little
girl was jumping up and down, pounding on a man's leg and demanding, "Give me
back my body"
Then Harold noticed something that made him gasp aloud. There in front of
him was an old man, clutching his chest and looking as if he was in pain. Harold
knew that old man very well, having been him moments before. "Good Lord" he
exclaimed as whomever was in his body collapsed to the ground, obviously having
a heart attack. Harold immediately rushed to aid of his old body, but he quickly
noticed that it was breathing extremely faintly. He had a very bad feeling about
it.
"Call for an ambulance!" Harold screamed out, but it was obvious that
everyone else was having their own problems and couldn't be bothered. Instead,
all he could do was try to ignore whatever had happened to him and keep his old
body alive. However that certainly wasn't easy.
Over the next several minutes, Harold kept a close watch on his body, and
on the scene around him. It seemed that everyone was suddenly in the wrong body
for some inexplicable reason. Then much to Harold's horror the old man lying on
the floor in front of him stopped breathing. Harold tried everything he could
think of, but it was no good. Finally, he stood up over his former body, tears
coming down his cheeks as he realized that it was dead.
Harold looked away from his former body, forcing himself to remain calm
and take stock of the situation. He'd always taken pride in his ability to be
practical, and crying wasn't going to solve anything. Taking a quick look around
him, Harold frowned, knowing that no one else was going to be of much help. Not
at the moment. And there was no telling just how far whatever this was had
spread.
Taking a deep breath, Harold steadied himself for what he knew he'd see,
then looked own for a more careful examination of himself. It was obvious that
he'd somehow ended up in that blue haired girls body. He had no idea how such a
thing was possible, but he didn't question that it had happened somehow. Though
Harold wasn't comfortable with the situation, one look around him reminded him
that it could have been much worse. In fact, he felt young, energetic and
painless. He felt fantastic. Better than he'd felt for as long as he could
remember.
Then Harold noticed a little boy, who couldn't have been more than two
years old, rushing straight to him. "Gimme back my body" the little boy cried,
looking up at Harold with pleading eyes. "Pwease"
"Oh my," Harold muttered, guessing that this must be the blue haired girl.
Getting down on one knee, Harold forgave the insults she'd given him earlier and
gently said, "I don't know how. I don't even know what happened." Then holding
the little boys hand, he gently asked, "What is your name?"
The little boy was crying, and Harold felt sad for the girl inside. She
may have been a snot nosed punk, but he didn't know if she deserved that. Though
maybe, a part of him thought smugly, now maybe she'd be able to grow up right.
He felt somewhat guilty over that thought, though he didn't let it show.
"I'm Screech... I mean Lucy" the little boy looked embarrassed, then
tearfully stared at Harold as if begging for help.
"I'm sorry Lucy, but I don't know what's going on," Then getting back up,
Harold muttered, "But I mean to find out"
With that, Harold began searching the mall for answers, bringing the
little boy that was Lucy with him. He smiled faintly, remembering when his own
son had been that age. It had been a long time since he'd had to slow down so as
not to leave someone else behind, and he found that he enjoyed it.
After going through most of the mall, Harold was forced to realize that no
one seemed to have the least clue what was going on. However, he did find out
that not everyone had changed. For some reason, a number of people were still in
their own bodies while everyone else had traded bodies. However, those few who
remained themselves were definitely a minority.
It was only when he got to Radio Shack and saw people gathered around and
staring at a TV that Harold got some answers. He joined the gathering crowd, and
watched as a confused looking news anchor said that this strange event had
happened all over the world. That almost everyone had been affected.
"Good Lord!" Harold exclaimed when he finally turned away from the TV. He
gave a faint smile at Lucy and said "I guess there's going to be quite a few
problems for everyone" She nodded tearfully, and Harold couldn't help but notice
that she'd stuck her thumb in her mouth and was sucking on it.
Not knowing what else to do, Harold decided to return home to his
apartment, though he knew he'd have to get Lucy back to her own home and parents
as well. "Come on Lucy, you'll have to tell me where you live" She looked
fearful for a moment, then pulled her thumb from her mouth and told him.
However, after Harold had gone to Lucy's home, he shuddered at the sight.
It was filthy on the outside, and once he went in, he saw that it was only
worse. Bottles of beer and other alcohol were scattered around, and after a few
questions, Harold found out that Lucy's dad had left years ago, and her mother
was an alcoholic. Harold felt a surge of pity go through him, and he thought,
"No wonder she ended up as a little punk"
After Harold had looked through Lucy's home, he found no one there. Not
that it bothered him too much. He'd wanted to get rid of Lucy, but how could he
give her back to such a horrible home? Trying to makeup his mind about what to
do, Harold wandered the house, stopping only when he got to the bathroom and
caught site of himself in the mirror.
Harold stared, seeing the girl with shoulder length blue hair looking
back. His hand cautiously went up and touched the nose ring that he hadn't even
noticed, and then the ring in his eyebrow. He even had five rings in each of his
ears. "Disgusting" he muttered to himself, wondering how anyone could do such a
thing to themselves. Then his hand went to his chest, where he hesitantly
touched the somewhat small but pert breasts that were there.
For a moment, Harold just stared at himself, and then a smile came to his
lips. He didn't like the piercings, or the bright blue hair, but he thought that
without all of those, Lucy might have been somewhat pretty. At least if she'd
let herself look normal rather than like some hideous punk.
Then Harold started chuckling to himself, hardly able to believe the
situation. He didn't know what had happened to cause this, and suspected that he
might never know. But somehow, he had a strong feeling that this was permanent.
Maybe it was an act of God, touching humanity with a miracle to prove that he
did exist. Or maybe it was something else. At the moment, it didn't really
matter to him. After all, he thought to himself, there are worse fates than
being turned into a teenage girl. Especially when he started out as an old man.
He knew that not it would likely be a very long time before he joined Victoria
again, but that didn't seem to matter so much anymore. He'd been given a second
chance at life, and he knew his wife would have wanted him to take it.
When Harold returned to the living room, he bent over to talk to Lucy, who
was watching the news on TV. "Why don't you come with me for now? I'll see what
I can do for getting you a place to stay." Harold smiled gently.
Lucy nodded her agreement, and then yawned loudly. She blinked a few
times, and then hesitantly asked, "What's your name?"
Harold thought about it for a moment, and then decided that with a second
chance, perhaps he should take a new name. One a little more fitting with his
new life, though he wasn't about to forget his old one. Then, with a smile,
Harold answered, "You can call me.... Vickie" He hoped his wife wouldn't mind,
but somehow it seemed right.
Over the next week, Vickie kept Lucy with her, though she'd started to
call her Luke. After all, a little boy shouldn't be called by a girl's name.
Though Vickie had looked hard for Luke's real mother, he wasn't able to find a
trace of her. She, like many others, had completely disappeared after the Great
Shift as they'd started calling it. Whether she'd been killed in one of the many
horrible accidents, or ended up in the body of a child, Vickie didn't know and
doubted that she ever would.
She'd even looked for the parents of the little boy whom Luke had ended
up, though they showed no interest in taking Luke. Not with someone else's mind
in their son's body, and especially not with them having other greater problems
to deal with.
So, in the end, Luke was left with Vickie. That was all right with her
though. She'd been lonely for a long time, ever since Victoria's death, and she
welcomed the company. Luke hadn't been too thrilled at the idea at first, but
quickly seemed to agree that it might be for the best. Especially since he'd
started acting a lot like the little boy he seemed, much to the amusement of
Vickie, who'd decided that she was going to make sure that this time Luke grew
up right. That this time, he was going to learn manners and not just become
another snot nosed punk.
THE END
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