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The Great Shift: The Cursed?
By Jennifer Adams
The strangest thing happened to me that I just had to write it down. This
is what happened to me during The Great Shift, as I'm sure you are all well
aware of. I'll give you a little history first.
I am a thirty-two year old man. Twice divorced. I have two children, a boy
and a girl by my first wife. She also saw to it that I had no visitation with
them through the courts. Plenty of people told me that I should get a lawyer and
fight her, but they don't know the things my ex-wife is capable of. I don't know
how, but she does manage to get even with those who go against what she wants. I
don't know, call it a gift.
One of the biggest things she has holding over my head is my
crossdressing. I have always wondered what it would be like to be a woman and
since I didn't have the means to try it out in reality, I do the next best
thing. I dress and act the part. Well, except for sex. I have no desire to have
sex with a man. I do act like a woman up to that point even up to and including
flirting with men. I admit it. I'm a tease. I could easily pay for a sex change
operation, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a woman, I only want
to see what it's like for a little while.
I remember when I told my first wife about it. I thought since we were
married, we shouldn't have any secrets from each other so I broke down and told
her how I felt. That turned out to be the beginning of the end. I took 6 long
months of hell before it was finally over. She had said I was some kind of freak
or pervert. She insisted that I was a homo and that I shouldn't have ever roped
her into marriage. She stopped sleeping with me at that point. She threatened
several times that she would expose me for what I was. Having a middle
management job with a conservative company, I'm sure I don't have to tell you
that would go over like a fart in church. I would probably lose my job even in
the modern world, some things don't change. I took me a long time to get to
where I was and I wasn't keen on throwing it all away.
She even set me up once to be sure I would go along with what ever she
wanted. She told me that she was going to her mother's with the kids for the
weekend. Shortly after she left, I couldn't resist the temptation. I took a bath
and shaved my body then I donned her clothes. One of the reasons I married her
was because she was about the same clothing size that I was. I used some of her
make up and hit the town flirting and dancing at local clubs. Just like I had
done when I was single. I had a great time right up until I passed out after my
third drink.
I woke up to find that I had been tied to a coffee table. In fact, upon
closer inspection, it was my coffee table. My dress was pulled up in such a way
that it covered the table almost completely and would appear that I was on my
hands and knees. My panties and hose were pulled down around my knees. I looked
up to see Michelle standing next to a man I had never met. They both wore big
evil grins. I knew I was in trouble. For the next couple of hours, I was forced
to suck him then take him in my rear. During this whole time, Michelle took
picture after picture of me.
Finally when it was all over she fixed my make up and the guy carried me
out to a car and the drove me across town. They eventually stopped on a deserted
road and I was unceremoniously tossed out of the car. Michelle cut the ropes on
my wrists and said:
"Don't come back to my house. I'll send your things to your mother's
house." With that said, she got back in the car and kissed the guy and they
drove off. Leaving me sitting on the ground in the middle of nowhere with my
panties and pantyhose around my ankles. I sat there stunned for several moments
with the gravel biting into my bare rear end. I had just been dumped quite
literally.
I did the only thing I could have done. I stood up and pulled my panties
and hose back up, being sure to hide my maleness. I would simply have to act the
part of a woman. I could still feel the stickiness around my mouth from what I
had done to Michelle's friend earlier. I walked in the direction of what
appeared to be civilization. Bright lights. It was around six in the morning so
the sun would be up soon.
As I walked, I wondered what to do. I obviously couldn't go home. I surely
couldn't show up at my parents' house dressed like I was. The whole time I had
to fight with wanting to kick myself for being so stupid.
When I did get to a payphone, some two miles later, I called my cousin
Ricky. We had gotten in and out of trouble together several times over the
years. As the phone rang I wondered what I was going to say.
When he answered, I told him I needed him to come and pick me up and ask
no questions. I also told him that I would be the woman wearing a deep red
sequin dress. He started to ask why but stopped and said he would be here in
about twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes turned into an hour. I could tell that he was trying with
all his might not to laugh at my predicament. He said that for what it was
worth, I made a convincing woman.
A few weeks later, he asked me to pose as his wife to get into a family
oriented condo community. He did say he owed me one for doing such an
embarrassing thing for him. Little did he know that I enjoyed the whole thing,
except for when I had to kiss him in front of the agent. Luckily, it was just a
peck on the lips. More recently, I gave him an alibi for his wife when he went
to a strip joint with some coworkers. He said it saved his marriage and he owed
me one. He had told her that he was working late and when she called to ask him
a question, there was no answer. She accused him of having an affair and he
couldn't tell her where he really was, that was almost as bad in her book, so he
said that I had a sensitive problem and didn't want anyone to know that I had
asked him to come over to discuss it.
I was on pins and needles through the whole divorce I thought for sure
that Michelle would pass around the pictures just out of spite. Then I realized
that she wanted me to keep my job, how else would she get my money. As long as I
went along with whatever she wanted.
She kept her blackmail and used it from time to time. When she wanted
something from me I would always do it or give it. Finally after about six
years. She decided that she wanted a perfect family by having her new husband
adopt my kids. In order for her to do that, she needed my written consent. That
was where I drew the line. I had always entertained the thought that one day my
kids would come looking for me. If I signed my consent to let her husband adopt
them. My kids would think that I didn't care about them entirely. Aside from
that, I would no longer have kids. I told her no. She threatened to show those
pictures to my boss. I told her to go ahead. I knew it would hurt her as much as
it would me. I hadn't stopped to think that if she had gotten what she wanted,
she wouldn't be getting anymore of my money so she wouldn't be counting on it.
A couple of days later I was informed, that due to my conduct which was
recently brought to light, I no longer presented a proper image for the company
so I was being terminated. Because of the circumstances surrounding my
dismissal, I was not entitled to severance pay, unemployment or medical
insurance. I looked it up and they were with in their right to terminate me if
they felt that I had done something to tarnish the wholesome image of the
company. Once again, Michelle had her revenge.
I sent out resumes and tried to get another job right away, but when you
are applying for a management job they're extremely through. Needless to say, I
didn't receive too many calls. None actually. And to top it all off. I received
a letter in the mail from the child support enforcement agency that I had thirty
days to re-start payments or I would be in contempt of court which carried a
minimum of thirty days in jail. I had no choice; I would have to consent to the
adoption. I was sure grateful that I didn't have any children with Sonya, my
second wife. Those child support people are ruthless when it comes to paying and
indifferent when father's rights are violated.
I went to Michelle's lawyer and I was informed that I had my chance and
that the offer was no long open to me. I ended up working as a laborer for
construction during the day, in a factory at night and at a fast food place on
the weekends just to pay support and my bills. In the mean time, I hired a
lawyer and was trying to get my support reduced, but Michelle was fighting it
tooth and nail. She just had a way of getting what she wanted all the time. It
seemed to me that it just wasn't fair. She always won. Once just once, I would
like to see her lose.
I remember the day everything changed. They now call it The Great Shift. I
would have to agree with that now. I had gotten home from my first job and was
just getting out of the shower to put on my uniform for my second job when a
wave of nausea hit me. Then I got a searing headache. I remember doubling over
and just before I passed out I thought. "Finally, I thought death would never
come for me." With that my world went black.
I woke a few moments later with something in my mouth. It was hard and a
little spongy. I felt it with my tongue the end of it felt round with a small
slit at the end. Suddenly it dawned on where I had felt this thing before. I
opened my eyes and confirmed my suspicions. I was looking at a patch of pubic
hair. I was giving someone a blowjob, just like I did on that awful night long
ago. Only this time I wasn't tied up so I pulled my head back just in time to
get a face full of sticky white goo.
I did all I could and was able to keep from retching all over the floor. I
looked up to see who my unwanted benefactor was. It was a man I had never seen
before and he seemed to be as startled as I was. Only not in the same way, I'm
sure. "Where am I?" He asked me with a feminine quality to his tone of voice.
"I don't..." I cleared my throat and tried again. "I don't... know." I
finished. In all the commotion. I hadn't noticed that I anything else was amiss.
I was now speaking in a soft soprano voice, which led me to feel the sensations
for my body. I reflected on my movements from moments before and realized that I
had felt something unfamiliar on my chest when I had moved. It wasn't totally
unfamiliar, but it was the first time I felt it without a bra on. I now it
probably sounds cliche but I had to confirm these feelings with my eyes. I was
not shocked to find breasts sitting on my chest. I was a little shocked, but
again, not surprised to see wider hips and only a patch of hair between my
closed legs. I was a woman. I was more startled than anything else.
How could this have happened? I thought. Then, being a good manager type,
I made a quick mental list of the problems to be solved. The first was to calm
the man standing before me. The second was to find out who he was. The third was
to find out who I was, now. Lastly, how did this happen and what could be done,
if anything, to reverse it. On that note, I had to ask myself I wanted it to be
reversed. After all, I didn't have much of a life to go back to. On the other
hand, it wouldn't be right if I were to leave this woman trapped in the hell I
created.
I cleared my throat again, even though I knew it wouldn't do any good, and
said. "My name is Scott. Who are you?"
"Scott?" He asked. "You mean you are a guy?" He laughed short feminine
laugh at my expense when I nodded. Then he got quiet and said in a barely
audible voice. "My name is Shirley, Shirley Westmore."
"The Channel six weather girl?" I asked.
"Mhmm." He nodded.
"Scott Bevens, pleased to meet you." I thought I sounded a little silly
with my feminine voice.
Shirley said. "Well Scott, you should probably clean that stuff off your
face and we should probably get dressed." I found the bathroom as well as how
short I had become. After I washed my face, I looked at my reflection. I had
become a pretty girl probably between nineteen and twenty-one. I looked at my
hand and noticed I was wearing a wedding band and an engagement ring. That meant
I was married, I hoped it was to whom I found myself with in that compromising
position.
I walked out of the bathroom on cloud nine. I was finally getting to find
out what it was like to be a woman. A cute one at that. I picked up the pile of
clothes that must have come off this body. It was marked with a bra and a pair
of panties on top. I figured since they must have just come off of this body, it
would be all right to throw them back on it for the moment. I put the panties
on, noting that they were size five. The bra was a 34B. Small and perky, ah the
tautness of youth. I heard Shirley behind me.
"Do you need me to help you with that?" He was referring to the bra in my
hand.
I smiled at him to try and easy the tense situation. "I can manage it." I
lowered my eyes and added. "I've done this before."
"Oh, you've worn women's clothes before? My father used to all the time.
He said it helped him relax." I was a little stunned that he seemed to blase
about me having worn women's clothes. I just nodded and hooked the bra behind my
back and pulled up the straps. "You still have to adjust those in the cups, even
though they're attached." He said.
"Thanks." I said, not mentioning that I knew that too.
"They have something on the news, about people switching bodies all over
town. I look really uncomfortable on TV at the moment, I wonder why." He smiled.
I pulled up the skirt and slid the half-T over my head. I slipped my feet
into the flip-flops and followed him into the living room. He was a lot taller
than I was now. I also noticed that his wedding band matched the one on my left
hand. That was a bit of a relief. At least the strange man's cock I found myself
sucking on technically belonged to my husband, or rather this woman's husband.
By the time I got to see the new reports, they were saying that it was a
worldwide thing. There were currently three people confirmed who claimed to be
the President of the United States and a couple of unconfirmed reports of others
making the same claim. The image of Shirley went on to say that other people
were claiming to be other world leaders. They did a spotlight on a four-year-old
girl claiming to be the Boris Yeltzen and then they cut to a seven-year-old
white boy claiming to be Danny Glover. The anchorman appeared to be having fun
with these two stories, but the image of Shirley Westmore was clearly shaken by
them. I and my, hopefully temporary, husband could not only relate but
understood why she was visibly shaken. I don't think anyone else noticed it
though. She appeared to getting a little more comfortable with it, but we could
still see that she was having a little trouble with it.
We only knew because the real Shirley Westmore was currently a somewhat
tall man in his early twenties. We had obviously been thrust into a young couple
just starting out in life. I could see the immediate benefits to being stuck
like this. We were young and most of the problems we had incurred in our own
lives were now someone else's problems. Another bright side was that we hadn't
become some kind of freaks like a lot of the people of this generation seemed to
like to turn themselves into with pierced tongues and eyebrows and such with
purple or green hair. Just an average looking young couple.
On the other hand, it would mean having to get used to being a real woman
all the time, even during that time of the month and every other time until I
died. We would also have to decide where that put us with being married to each
other and if we decided to stay married we would have to get used to that from
opposite sides of the table so to speak. It seemed I needed to make a new list
of things to do.
Shirley and I discussed what we needed to do. First, we needed to find out
who we were now. Second, we needed to find out what happened to the couple we
had become. Third, we needed to find out who was now in our original bodies. We
also decided to act as though this could either be temporary or permanent until
more information about it surfaced. Meaning, we would have to maintain this
couple's marriage for now and make a more permanent decision if this proved to
not be a temporary thing. Second, we decided to keep with in our new identities,
which we still hadn't found out about, until we could gather more information
about who was in our bodies.
First things first. We began looking for our identification. I knew I had
nothing in my pockets so I needed to find a purse. I saw Shirley looking around
and asked him what he was looking for. When he said he was looking for his ID, I
giggled and told him to check his pockets. Sure enough, his wallet was in his
hip pocket. About the same time I found the purse belonging to this body on the
table and had taken the wallet out of it. It seemed sort of taboo to be going
through a woman's purse. I had always felt that was an off limits area. We
discovered that we were Gary and Laura Russell. We decided at that point to
start calling each other by the names on our new driver's licenses.
Finding the real Gary and Laura didn't prove to be very hard at all.
Before we could do much else, there was a knock on the door. Gary opened it to
find a man in his early forties standing there staring at him. He said. "Gary?
Is that you?"
"Uh... no... yes... well I didn't used to be." Gary stammered. "I used to
be..." I nudged him and he finished his sentence. "...someone else."
"I see." Said the man. Then he looked at me and asked. "Are you really
Dave Carson? Because I am really Laura Russell."
I shook my head no. "I wasn't."
We heard someone walking up the wooden steps to the porch and we all
turned our attention to a man who appeared to be about thirty-five. He looked at
me and asked. "Laura?"
"That would be me." The other man on the porch answered. They just stared
at each other for what seemed like hours.
Finally, Gary said. "Why don't you both come in so we can talk about what
had happened?"
They both nodded and one younger one said. "Good idea."
We talked for a little while about what had happened and what to do about
it. The what to do about it was pretty simple; there was nothing to do about it.
Gary and I agreed to maintain their lives the best we could in case there turned
out to be a way for us to change back. We did confide in them who we really were
and swore them to secrecy. They gave us and each other their new addresses from
off their driver's licenses and left, they were going to Dave's house to talk
about what to do now.
Gary and I got in his car and we drove to the TV station. It didn't take
too long to find out that the guy who had been trying to get her job finally got
it. Now there was a bit of poetic justice.
I decided to check with Ricky. His wife had been unaffected and was crying
quite miserably. It turned out that Ricky had been transferred to someone else,
a woman. I asked her who and nearly fell over when she told me Ricky's new name
was Michelle Thomas. That was none other than my Michelle. I was starting to
believe there was a god.
I was a little nervous about going to my old house, the one I gave up in
divorce, there was a restraining order against me. Then Gary reminded me that it
was against Scott and I was now Laura. Gary knocked on the door for me and
Michelle's husband answered it and let us in when I told him we were here to see
Ricky. It turned out that he was a transferee, too. They said that Scott had
already been there, He was screaming about Ricky stealing his real body. That
meant that Michelle truly did get to live with the hell she created for me. I
was convinced, there is a God and he is just.
It also turned out that not only didn't my kids transfer, they seemed
oblivious to the whole thing. When my daughter Sara came into the living room
she had a horrified look on her face. "Hi Mrs. Russell. Is everything all
right?" It was the first time I had seen her in six years. She was an adorable
nine-year-old girl.
"Everything is fine dear." I managed to say.
I also found out what kind of work I did. I was Sara's fourth grade
teacher. Which meant that I would probably be Kyle's teacher next year since I
had agreed to maintain Laura's life for her. Providing that I was still Laura in
a year.
Epilog
It has now been a year since The Great Shift. Michelle and I have settled
into our new roles as women. We had been though so much together that it was
only fitting that we help each other through this somewhat difficult transition.
I have finally gotten to know my children. In fact, Sara considers me to be like
a second mother.
I am even more pleased that I am about to be a mother as well. It took a
little time but after all, Gary and I are a married couple it is only natural
that we would end up having sex. I have even come to enjoy oral and Gary says I
am quite good at it. I found that I was able to draw off of Laura's mental
abilities and my memories have faded slightly. I think I will always remember
who I had been before but now it's like living a dream come true.
We have kept in touch with Dave and Carl (the old Gary's new name) have
both met girls and are talking about settling down with them. They both have
admitted to us that they would have never made it as a couple. It turned out
that they were much better friends than lovers. Who would have guessed?
Speaking of who I used to be. I understand that poor Scott kept trying to
claim that he was really his ex-wife and my good friend Michelle. I even
testified that I knew Michelle before The Great Shift and she is the same person
I always knew. Of course I didn't mention that before The Great Shift, she was
my cousin Ricky. Ricky was the same person before and after; he just looked
different and uses a different name. I understand that they did get Scott some
good help in a hospital upstate. I'm sure glad of that.
I have heard some who did not transfer call those of us who did "cursed".
I think I would have to disagree, I would say that we were blessed, well at
least some of us.
The End
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