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The Day I Became Mary Jo Shively
By Heather St. Claire
I had dreamed of becoming a beautiful woman for as long as I could remember.
I think I was like most guys with this fantasy in that I often settled on a
specific woman who I would like to trade places with. First it was the woman
who did my mother's hair...then it was my sixth grade teacher...then, I
settled on television stars.
Finally, I focused on one star in particular....Annie Potts. I had always had
a "thing" for redheads and for beautiful, petite women. Perhaps it was
because of the way my own football linebacker build contrasted with my
feelings of femininity. I longed to feel small, dainty, graceful, cute, light
as a feather....things I could never experience in this shell.
For these reasons, as well as her sweetness, sense of humor, strong motherly
instincts, and a hundred more, I settled on Annie...and specifically, her
character on "Designing Women," Mary Jo Shively. It seemed like Annie was at
her loveliest in those years....a head encircled by gorgeous curly red
hair....big soulful eyes, cherry lips, and a slim, girlish body that seemed
to glide through the world like a feather floating on the breeze.
And to be surrounded by those other "Designing Women!" Brash, beautiful Dixie
Carter as Julia Sugarbaker; Delta Burke, one of the most beautiful brunettes
I've ever seen, and one of the funniest, as her sister Suzanne; tall, blonde,
Jean Smart as the innocent sweetheart from the Ozarks, and Meshach Taylor as
Anthony Bouvier, ex-con with a heart of gold.
How I longed to spend my days among them! This truly seemed like a haven for
women (despite Anthony's presence)! Surrounded by a feminine outlook,
feminine issues....parenting, relationships, interior design. It would be
sheer heaven.
Then one day, I got a lead on the legendary coin of wishes. I spent almost
another year tracking it down....There were private detectives, whispered
meetings in dark alleys, crisp twenties and fifties being passed
around....and for a long time I thought it would come to nothing. That is,
until I entered a dusty old shop and found an old man who said he had what I
wanted.
"How do you know what I want?" I asked him.
"Trust me," he said.
He wasn't wearing a bathrobe, so I decided to trust him.
"OK," I said, "How much do you want for it?"
He named a figure so low I couldn't believe it.
"You must be joking!?" I said, truly astonished.
"No....and don't ask me why....just understand I have my reasons."
I handed him the amount he had asked for, thanked him and hurried home.
I thought I had planned everything so carefully...I took a final look at some
of the trinkets of the life I was about to leave behind forever. Then I
clutched the coin tightly, and thought of the Sugarbaker office....and Mary
Jo...and wished with all my heart to *be* her. I felt an odd, disembodied
sensation that only seemed to last for a second....then I realized I was
solidly grounded again.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around.
It was a place I had never set foot in, but knew intimately. It was the
Sugarbaker Design Firm. I looked down at my new body....I was Mary Jo
Shively! I was wearing an orange satin blouse and orange slacks....wow, I
thought...I always thought Mary Jo looked so cute in shades of yellow or
orange.
I glanced over at the couch....there was Delta Burke, causally filing her
nails. At the desk almost straight across the room sat Jean Smart, doing
paperwork. Dixie Carter was on the phone at the desk above the couch and to
the left.
Oh, what a thrill! I felt so sleek, so compact, so lovely, so feminine! I
wanted to start jumping for joy, to feel my new boobs (small as they
were!)....but with my castmates in the same room, I thought it best not to
call sudden attention to myself. Besides, what about the crew? Where were
they? I looked to my right, where I thought the studio should be, and
saw....another wall.
This was strange. Where were the cameras? The director? I knew Harry Thomason
had directed most of these early episodes. No one was in sight but the four
of us...there wasn't even a sign of Meshach. The other odd thing was that
nothing was happening. Oh sure, Charlene was doing filing, I had sketches in
front of me for a bedroom redecorating job, Julia seemed engrossed in some
kind of paperwork.....I guess it was that nothing *funny* was
happening...nothing that felt like a sitcom.
I tried to work on the design in front of me for a few minutes, but my
thoughts were too much of a jumble. Judging from how slim Delta was, I must
have arrived back in 1987 or so...the beginning of the series. I thought
about the great feud that led to her departure from the series, and what a
loss that was. With my natural inclination to play peacemaker, I thought I
could use my foreknowledge to help avert that. Finally, I just had to talk to
someone. I stood up and walked over to where Jean Smart was sitting,
pretending to be deeply interested in God-knows-what.
As I stood, I couldn't believe the wonder of my new body. I felt so lithe, so
graceful, so light. I loved the bounce of my breasts, and my big, curly head
of red hair. I didn't have any difficulty navigating at all in the three-
inch heels I wore; some "body memory" of Annie's must have remained. Soon, I
was standing in front of the desk.
"Jean," I said. "What's going on? Where's the crew, the cameras?"
She looked up at me with a funny expression, not saying anything for a long
moment. Finally, she said, "Mary Jo, what are you talking about? What crew
and cameras? And why are you calling me 'Jean?' My name is Charlene!"
I looked over at Dixie, then at Delta...."Girls, what's going on? When is
someone going to let me in on the joke?" At that point, the room began
spinning...and everything went dark. I never felt myself hit the floor.
When I came to, I was lying on the couch in the middle of the living room. I
saw the other three Designing Women looking down at me with expressions of
real concern. "Mary Jo, are you OK?" Julia asked. "It was so strange; you
were calling us all by different names and carrying on about us being on
television...."
Charlene chimed in. "Oh, Mary Jo, I hope it wasn't my fault, bringing that
video camera of mine around all the time, I didn't think it was bugging you
all that much..."
Suzanne, meanwhile, was holding a compact and using the powder to take a
little shine off her nose. Julia and Charlene both turned to look at her, and
Julia asked, "Suzanne, you are aware that Mary Jo fainted, aren't you?" Her
voice was rich with the sarcasm I had come to know and love in a hundred-plus
episodes; but somehow, I was beginning to realize we weren't on TV.
A huge sigh escaped from Suzanne's body as she snapped her compact shut. "Yes
I am, Julia! What do you take me for? But there's nothing we can do for her
just standing around staring at her!"
"So why were you applying makeup?" I asked a little woozily.
She smiled sweetly, but the tone was that of an impatient parent who's had to
explain things to a child one too many times. "Because, Mary Jo, if we had to
call an ambulance, I wanted to look good in case one of the crew was cute."
Suddenly, the fog began to lift, and the pieces fell into place. I hadn't
wished to become Annie Potts....I had wished to be Mary Jo Shively! And I
was! Somehow, I had slipped over into some kind of parallel universe where
they all existed as real people, not TV characters! "I--I'm feeling better,"
I said, slowly sitting up.
"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off, Mary Jo," Julia said. "Are
you up to driving?"
I thanked her, told at that I was, and headed home--to Mary Jo's house--my
house! I recognized the brick structure instantly, though I don't know how I
managed to navigate my way there. Soon, I was greeting the children- -MY
children, now--Quinton and Claudia--explaining that I had come home early
because of a little fainting spell. They voiced concern, but I assured them I
was fine.
But as I began to fix our dinner, I wondered what I had gotten myself into.
Yes, I was the beautiful woman of my dreams; yes, I had a great job with
wonderful friends; yes, I had two lovely children. But I was also suddenly a
single, working mother, alone in the world. I remembered how many episodes
had featured Mary Jo's struggles to balance work and motherhood....and her
ongoing search for Mr. Right. Although it was played for laughs, there was a
lot here that was very real, very reflective of the struggle facing millions
of women. And now I was one of them.
Yes, I told myself, I had taken on a lot, and it wasn't all going to be easy.
But this was what I wanted....this was the life I would now be living.
I called the kids into the kitchen and drew them close to me for a hug. "Have
I told you two that I love you lately?"
"Yes, Mom," they both said, squirming a bit; for they were both at the age
when parental displays of affection start to be a bit embarrassing.
In the weeks and months ahead, I discovered a strange thing; even though this
was real life, not a television series, I found us living through the stories
of the individual episodes. Of course, they didn't unfold in neat, half hour
segments; sometimes it took several hours or days; but nevertheless, they
ultimately played out exactly as I remembered them.
This really got me to wondering....was that what God was, ultimately? Sort of
a cosmic scriptwriter? I decided it was a question that was beyond me. But I
did realize that I was destined to live through some experiences I would just
as soon avoid....like a purse-snatching....being forced to work in a
fast-food joint when a couple of child support payments went
astray.....having my skirt ripped open by an amorous client. Struggling with
a decision to become pregnant again, through artificial
insemination....succeeding....and then the pain of losing that unborn child
through a miscarriage.
Yes, if I needed proof that being a woman wasn't all joy, I just had to wait.
I took a deep breath. I knew I could do it. Somehow. One Day At a Time. But
that's another show.......
The End
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