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It's About Time
By Persephone
My alarm clock made an irritating beeping, buzzing, screeching
sound on the nightstand next to my bed.
"What the hell? Miserable piece of..." I said as I fumbled for
the snooze button.
It seemed as if I had just managed to get to sleep a few minutes
earlier and here was that miserable misbegotten lump of
electronics and plastic making its nerve jarring racket that was
pulling me from my much needed sleep. When the momentary amnesia
that accompanies first waking passed I remembered, this was the
day, the day the whole team had been waiting for. More to the
point it was the day that I'd been waiting for more so than the
rest of the team.
Five years ago I was selected by Timetronics Inc. to work with a
group they had studying time transport. The first day on the
project we all got together and drew straws to see who would be
the first person to travel through time. I was the one that drew
the short straw. It was an icebreaker to get us together as a
team and at the time we all considered it a joke. The rest of the
team kidded me for four years about where they were going to send
me if we ever did get the process to work. Then, after four years
of hard work and long hours, it began to look like it was
actually going to happen. It wasn't a joke anymore.
Another year later the transport worked, or at least we were
pretty sure that it worked. I would get to tell the rest of the
team if it really did. That is, I would tell them 'if' I was
transported into the past and 'IF' I made it back again to tell
the story. A couple of very large "ifs."
That's why I was still tired. I had tossed and turned most of the
night trying to get to sleep and, as usual, when ever I'm excited
or on edge about something, I can't sleep. Anyway, I dragged
myself out of bed and hit the shower. I didn't want to go into
the past with body odor. You never know just who you will run
into. And who I would run into was exactly what I was thinking
about as I showered.
When we discovered how to time transport and how to choose a year
and an approximate date I had to chose 'when' I wanted to go to.
I had chosen to visit my childhood hometown around the time my
parents were married. I really wanted to see them just after they
were married to see what their life was like. I have to admit
that even though I was forbidden to have any contact during my
visit I was hoping that I might be able to change things just a
little.
I thought that if I could see how they were back then that I
might be able to do or say something that would change how I grew
up and that maybe my parents wouldn't have divorced. Maybe my
childhood would have been happier. Maybe I could have had a
father around to do things with instead of him being at work
twelve to sixteen hours a day seven days a week. I look back now
and think he did that to avoid the conflict at home but he also
avoided his wife and children.
After my shower and shave I got dressed in the clothes selected
for the trip; pair of period jeans, a plaid flannel shirt and
leather shoes. If I was seen I didn't want to attract any undue
attention by wearing current day clothing. When I finished
dressing I took one last look around the house. I wanted to make
sure I had done the things on my list before I left the house.
Everything was locked up and put away, the blinds were drawn, and
the perishable foods were removed from the house. The bills were
paid, the mail was on hold and the newspapers were stopped. I had
prepared for this trip just like any long trip or vacation
because I didn't really know how long I would be gone. For that
matter I wasn't sure if I would even be returning. If all went as
planned I would be back home tonight at the usual time regardless
of how long I spent in the past but there was no way to be sure.
This was the first time. We didn't know anything about time
transfer or its effects yet.
I walked to the front door to leave. On the table just inside the
door I placed an envelope with Mary Ellen Neuhouse McNeil, my
sister's name, written on it. Inside were explicit instructions,
my will, power of attorney and other information she would need
to settle my estate if it came to that. It was time. I took one
last look around and went out and locked the door.
My mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts as I drove to the lab.
It's amazing that I made it without having an accident
considering that I don't remember a moment of the trip. When I
arrived they were all ready for me. The transfer computer was
programmed to the date and coordinates that I had requested and
the transfer module was checked out, warmed up, and ready for me
to enter. All that was left was for me to say my good-byes, shake
some hands and make a profound statement to be misquoted later in
the history books.
My associates wished me good luck. Jennifer gave me a big hug and
a kiss and said, "John, when you get back you and I are going to
have a very private celebration. Know what I mean?" She smiled
and I knew what she meant. Jim, the project manager, shook my
hand and gave me a pat on the shoulder but said nothing.
With all said and done I stepped into the module and watched as
the door swung shut and sealed itself. I thought, 'This is it.
There's no backing out now.'
I had a feeling right then that was probably similar to the
feelings the first astronauts had except I was going to move
through time rather than space. Then there was a slight buzzing
and the light dimmed in the module and I knew I was on my way. If
all went as planned I would find myself standing in the front
yard about twenty-five feet from my old house. There was a
spectacular light show as if I was standing inside a fourth of
July fireworks display and then everything went dark. I was
totally disoriented, slightly off balance and dizzy. I was trying
very hard to keep from falling over. I put my arms out looking
for something to support myself when I felt a wall. I steadied
myself and just stood there with my eyes closed for awhile until
everything stopped spinning.
When I had regained my equilibrium I slowly opened my eyes again.
There was nothing but total darkness. I thought I was blind. I
turned my head left and then right. I slowly turned around and
then I saw a slight glow. I looked at it and realized it was a
window and I was seeing outside light coming in. It was night. We
hadn't discussed that possibility but of course it could happen.
We couldn't control the exact date and we certainly couldn't
control the time of day. But I was inside. I was supposed to be
in the front yard not in the house. Did I even have the right
house?
I stood and waited for my eyes to adjust from the fireworks to
the total darkness of the house. As they made their adjustment I
started to look more closely. There was the hutch standing next
to the door to the kitchen. There was the table and the chairs. I
recognized these. Not only from memory, but because I had these
pieces of furniture in my dining room at home. I had completely
refinished them when I got them after Mom and Dad divorced.
I moved over to the kitchen door and into the kitchen. It was
total darkness. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my
lighter. I made a mental note to include a mini-mag light for
future trips. I looked around the kitchen and saw a calendar on
the wall. March of the year I was born. I was in the house I grew
up in nine or ten months before I was born and two months after
Mom and Dad were married. The lighter got hot so I put it out and
waited till my eyes readjusted again to the darkness. Then I
moved back into the dining room and across to the hallway door. I
wanted to see what time it was and I knew the grandfather's clock
was in the hallway.
I stood at the door to the hallway and listened. I could hear
familiar sounds coming from upstairs. I had made those sounds
late at night, in the dark, with my ex-wife. I smiled. Mom and
Dad were doing the antler dance upstairs.
I was going to have to get out of the house and wait outside till
daylight. I started to move into the hall but my foot caught on
something and I fell flat on my face with a loud thud that shook
the entire house. I forgot that there was a step up into the
hallway. I heard panicked voices coming from upstairs. I heard
Dad say the word "shotgun."
Now I panicked. To leave the house now would leave me in the open
outside. To stay here would get me shot for sure knowing Dad. I
suddenly remembered my old hiding place under the stairs and
crawled quickly to the hidden panel. I removed the boards, slid
back in under the stairs and replaced the panel from the
backside. It was a lot tighter fit than I remembered. I knew I
was safe here because Dad didn't even discover this secret place
until I was about five years old.
I heard footsteps coming cautiously down the stairs and moving
around the house. I could see the lights come on through cracks
in the boards and the steps. My heart was racing. It was just
like when I hid here as a kid from my parents to avoid a
punishment. In a way it was exactly the same only the punishment
would be far more severe than anything I would have received as a
child. Then I heard Dad's voice on the phone.
"Yeah, Stu? This is Harvey. I think I have or had someone in my
house. I can't find him right now. Can you get over here to look
around? Good. I'll wait for you."
Stu was the Chief of Police in our town at that time. He showed
up with two officers about fifteen minutes later. That was just
great! Now the entire West Coldridge police force was there.
I stayed curled up in a ball under the stairs for what seemed
like hours until the police had done a search of the entire farm
and surrounding area and declared it safe to return to bed. After
they left the lights went out and Dad returned upstairs to where
Mom was still waiting for him. She never did come down through
the whole thing.
As he went up the stairs he said, "Are you still ready Honey? We
could take up where we left off."
I decided to wait right where I was until they were done and
asleep this time. Then I would return to the place I had arrived
and activate the transfer again. I had enough for this trip. The
experiment was a success even if my mission was a failure.
I must have dozed for awhile waiting for them to finish their
dance. When I woke up I listened carefully and could hear Dad's
familiar snoring.
I smiled and thought, 'So he even snored when he was this young.'
I carefully removed the panel making sure I made no noise
whatsoever and crawled slowly out of my hiding place. I felt
really strange and figured at the time that it was because I was
curled up in that small place for about five hours. I replaced
the panel and crawled back into the dining room. I didn't want to
stand up because I was feeling strange.
My body was having very unfamiliar feelings when I moved and I
figured that if I kept low to the floor I had a better chance of
making it quietly. I went to the exact location that I had
arrived and slowly stood up.
I was thinking. 'Boy, five hours in a cramped space will do
really strange things to how your body feels.'
When I was upright I reached in my pocket for the control. It was
hard because my jeans seemed like they had shrunk since I put
them on. I could hardly get my hand into my pocket. When I
finally did I pushed the button and a few seconds later the light
show started again.
The next thing I knew I was in the familiar surroundings of the
module. I heard the hermetic seal break and saw the door swing
open. I heard the shouts of joy from the lab and saw the excited
faces of my cohorts as the door finished its travel. Jim was the
first to get to me and he grabbed me and planted a big juicy kiss
on my lips and his tongue penetrated my mouth.
When he broke off the kiss he whispered in my ear, "When we
finish the debriefing we have a date, remember? I plan to send
you on another trip but you will only feel like you left this
time period."
I was shocked by his actions and wanted to punch his lights out
but before I could he pulled me out the door of the module to the
rest of the waiting crew.
They all shouted at me. "Good going Mary." And "Way to go girl."
It was then that I knew what the strange feelings were that I had
been experiencing after I woke up under the stairs. I looked down
at myself and it was obvious that I wasn't John anymore. I was
Mary. I was female. But how could this happen. Did time travel
cause genetic change in the traveler? No, that couldn't be. They
obviously all knew me as a female when I left. But I knew that I
was a male. Yes, I was most definitely, definitely a man when I
left. So how did the change happen?
I was feeling weak and light headed and needed to sit down away
from the crowd. The things they were saying were all a blur. I
told them that I needed to sit in private for awhile. Jim took me
to his office, closed the door, sat me on his couch and sat down
next to me. I looked at him completely confused and started to
cry. I don't know why, I just did. It felt like what I needed to
do right then. He held me close and let me finish. It felt good
to have him holding me.
When I was done and feeling a bit better I looked at him and
said, "We need to talk. We really need to talk. You're not going
to believe what I'm going to say but you need to listen to me
before you say anything."
I composed myself. I was a scientist capable of detachment from
personal feelings. I most definitely needed to be detached right
at that moment. I took a deep breath and started in.
"Okay, first, how long was I gone?" Jim told me I was absent from
the module for about five minutes and that he assumed I was in
the past for about five hours.
We had programmed the computer so that for every hour that a
person was gone one minute would pass at the lab. This was to
provide a safe gap to prevent a person from coming back before
they left and to provide a small guide to those in the lab as to
how long the person was spending in another time period. I told
him, "Fine. That calculation works out as we planned.
I have a couple more questions and don't question my questions
right now. What is my full name? How long have you known me? What
do you know of my past?"
Jim looked at me and said, "Alright. I won't ask any questions
but you are definitely going to answer some later. Your name is
Mary Ellen Neuhouse. You're thirty-four years old. I've known you
for the five years of this project. I know that you were born in
a small farm town in northern New Jersey and went to college in
New York and have a Masters in Electrical Engineering. You were
married in college, no children, and the guy left you for someone
else just before you started working with us here. You took back
your maiden name when you divorced and I don't know what your
married name was. Do you need more details?
"Then as far as you know I have always been Mary Ellen Neuhouse.
I have always looked as I do now and I have always been female.
Right?"
"Of course you have. What kind of crazy questions are those?" Jim
said.
I told him that I would explain as best as I could. I again told
him to remain silent while I talked and then I told him that as
far as I was concerned I had spent my whole life as John Henry
Neuhouse, male Electrical Engineer. The rest of what he told me
was correct except for the gender. I told him that when I entered
the module about thirty minutes ago I was a male. Not a female.
That somehow the time transport had changed my gender.
He had a look of shock on his face and then I could see him
thinking. He said, "That's not possible. Don't get me wrong dear.
I know you far to well to disbelieve what you say but it's not
possible for the transport process to change a person's gender.
You went in female and you came out female as far as all here are
concerned. Tell me what exactly took place while you were back
there? Maybe there is a key to this there."
I related the entire story just as I did above and tried to not
leave out a single detail of my five hours in the past. I also
told him why I had chosen that time and place and what I really
intended to do when I was back there. Jim listened intently to
every word I said and when I finished he sat and appeared to be
thinking for quite some time.
Then he lifted his head and said, "I believe you and I think I
know what happened. Now it's your turn to sit and listen. Okay,
you arrived inside the house you grew up in about nine months
before you were born, or, shall we say three trimesters? You
disturbed your mother and father while they were having
intercourse. After the disturbance you caused settled down they
resumed the activity they were engaged in before they were
interrupted. Now, had you not disturbed them they would have
finished what they were doing and the sperm that was to be you
would have fertilized your mothers egg and nine months later John
Henry would have been born."
"But that didn't happen. That sperm cell remained inside your
father and remained a part of the gene pool so to speak. Later,
when they resumed where they left off, many things had happened.
Both your father and mother most likely had a massive adrenaline
dump. The chemical balance of both their bodies was considerably
different than before you fell on your face. When your father
finally released his seed into your mother many things were
different. The chemistry of your mother's vagina and uterus was
different. Your father's sperm mix was different. The timing of
the act was different. The emotion of your parents was different.
The sperm that fertilized the egg this time was female and Mary
Ellen was born nine months later. You were wrong in what you
intended to do and you know it. We had reasons for establishing
the parameters that we did for time transport. I think you have
become the first example of what can happen if a seemingly minor
event occurs as a result of a time visit."
I just stared at him in utter disbelief. Could he be right? It
did make sense. It was the only explanation that made sense right
now.
I looked at him and said, "I have to go back and stop myself. I
have to get everything back on track. I have to go back right
now."
Jim looked at me and said, "You can't. Think about it. You're an
intelligent person. If you go back and try to stop yourself you
will be there with yourself. One male and one female but both the
same person. What kind of paradox would that create? How would
your male self react to you showing up and telling him what
you've just told me? Consider the conditions at the time. Late at
night, total darkness not to mention your father and his shotgun.
Then, as you well know, the odds of us being able to transport
you to the exact same time and place a second time are
astronomical. The process just isn't that refined yet."
"But we have to do something." I said. "I can't stay like this
for the rest of my life."
Jim smiled at me and said, "I think the best thing to do right
now is for you to take the rest of the day off, go home, take a
shower and get some rest. I'll tell the rest of the group and see
what they can come up with. Do you feel well enough to go on your
own or do you want me to give you a lift?"
I told him that apart from being a woman I was fine now and could
make it on my own. We went back into the main lab and told the
others that I was leaving.
I headed for the door when Jennifer said, "Here Mary. Don't
forget your purse."
"Oh yeah, thanks." I said. "Jim. Would you walk with me out to
the parking lot?"
"Sure Mary." He said as he walked over to the door. Once out of
the lab I told him I wasn't sure that my truck would be in the
same spot or even the same truck. He looked at me and said, "It
isn't. You don't drive a truck. You drive a classic pink Mustang
convertible and it's over there."
As we walked into the parking lot I told him, "You better come
with me. I have no idea what else will be different and I might
need your help to ease me thorough this. I don't know if I even
live in the same house now?"
I was worried what I would find. Everyone here knew me as I was
now. I was the only one that knew what had happened and what I
had been. It had to be because I was transported and they
weren't.
Jim said, "Okay, I'll take my car. You follow me if you feel up
to driving. I'll call the lab on my cell and tell them I'll be
back later."
As I walked to the pink Mustang convertible that Jim pointed out
to me I began to notice things about me that I hadn't taken the
time to notice before. I walked different. There was a difference
in my hip and leg motion and there was the added weight that was
bouncing on my chest. I couldn't stride across the lot like I was
used to doing. I looked at my hands. They were much smaller and
the nails were well manicured and had clear polish on them. I
reached up and ran my fingers through my hair. I had always kept
it fairly short but now it was down past my shoulders. It was
also brown where mine had been blond.
I needed a mirror. I got to my car and searched through my purse
for my keys. I could see that I kept my purse as well organized
as most women did. What a mess. What could I possibly need all
that stuff for? I found the keys and got in. I started the car
and then twisted the rearview mirror to look at my face. What I
saw was basically my sister and I always thought my sister was a
good-looking woman. She looked like my mom and I always wanted to
find a woman just like my mom.
I heard Jim honking his horn and came back to the problems at
hand. I pulled out and followed him across town to my place. I
pulled into the driveway and he pulled in behind me. I still
lived in the same house but it was white instead of the colonial
blue with white trim that I had painted it when I moved in.
Jim got out of his car and said, "Well? Same place?" I told him
that it was but with a different paint job. He asked if I wanted
him to come in with me and I said that I did.
We went in through the front door and I looked around. The
envelope was still on the table where I left it but it had two
names on it now. 'John Henry Neuhouse and/or Nicholas Harvey
Neuhouse.' I had two brothers? What happened to my sister? I
opened the envelope and read my letter. I told them to tell mom
and dad what had happened as best they could.
My dad was still alive? He had died in a car crash when he was on
his way to pick me up at a Boy Scout camp. But if I wasn't a Boy
Scout then he didn't go. He was still alive. There was never an
accident. And Mom and Dad were still married?
My head was spinning. I went in to sit at the dining room table
but that was different too. I never got my parents old table and
hutch when they divorced because they didn't divorce. I started
to the living room to sit but never made it. The next thing I
knew I was laying on the couch looking up at Jim. He helped me
sit up and I began to tell him what I had found out.
I said, "If I do find a way to go back to my life as I remember
it I will lose a brother I never had, my parents will have gotten
divorced and worst of all my father will be dead form a car
accident."
Jim looked at me and said, "There's a lot more but I'm not sure
you're ready for it right now." I told him I needed to know as
much as possible right now. He said, "Okay. If you're really
sure." I said I was. He started in, "You're brothers are both
married and John has four children. Nick has three. You are crazy
about all of the kids and plan to have some of your own. You're
mother and father are both still alive and they live just down
the street three houses over. They are very happy together. And I
may as well lay this on you too because you will find out if you
spend much more time in this house. I live here with you. I moved
in two years ago. And there's one more thing. You put a note on
my desk this morning that I found after you left. You didn't want
to tell me because you knew I wouldn't let you go if I knew. Hang
on kid cause here it comes, you're two months pregnant."
For the second time in my life I passed out. Jim was holding my
hand when I came to. I was again lying on the couch. He kept me
lying down when I tried to get up.
"No. You need to just lie there and catch up with everything I've
just told you. I can't even imagine what it would be like to be
in your shoes and I hope I never find out."
We talked for several more hours and then Jim took me to the
bedroom and helped me get undressed, into a pair of pajamas and
into bed. Jim did allow me a quick glance in the sliding mirror
doors of the closet and it was a good thing he was holding me. He
gave me some sleeping pills and stayed until I was asleep. Then
he headed back to the lab to report what he knew of what had
happened to me and the repercussions of my actions in the past.
Even with the pills I spent a fitful night and was dog tired when
I woke up in the morning. Jim was sitting in the chair next to my
bed. He was wide-awake and just waiting for me to wake up.
He looked at me and said. "Feeling any better?" I told him I felt
like death warmed over and had no idea what I was going to do. He
said, "I may be able to make this a whole thing lot easier for
you to make a decision. Two things have happened since your
return. First, the project protocols were reviewed by the staff
and it was decided that there is no way you will be permitted to
even attempt to change what we all perceive to be the proper
reality even if it is not the reality that existed when you
entered the module. I stood mute on the vote."
"Second, and maybe the more pertinent of the two. The projects
primary benefactor, the organization that funded our research the
last five years and that we all wanted to know who it was arrived
this afternoon. In accordance with our financing agreement they
were notified immediately upon your safe return. They have shut
down the lab and restricted all personnel from entering. The
project is closed until they do their review and maybe allow us
to re-enter the lab to help them. They are the government. I
don't know which branch or organization but I have my suspicions
and you don't want to mess with them."
"You mean that what you see is what you get? I'm stuck this way
regardless of what I decide?" He nodded in the affirmative.
That was six months ago and we still haven't been back into the
lab. All of the other personnel have been assigned elsewhere and
no longer work for Timetronics Inc. Jim and I are the only ones
left and we are currently paid to stay available if needed. We
got married two months ago and I am expecting next month.
We were required to sign additional security agreements
restricting our disclosure of the above information. That's why
the above names, places, organizations, and everything else are
fictitious. I am not even really the person that I portray myself
to be in this story so don't go after her. She didn't write this.
Also I am publishing on the web under a pseudonym so I can't be
traced.
Most importantly, let it be known that time travel is possible
and that the ability is in the hands of your government. Think
about it. If I changed my gender, my siblings, my parent's
divorce, the death of my father and many other things that I
haven't even mentioned merely by tripping over a step in the past
just think what they could do, or may have already done, on
purpose. Or worse yet, by accident.
Were you always male? Or female? Why are there so many people
that have a deep seated feeling that they are the wrong gender?
Were they always the wrong gender? Was your sister always your
sister? Think about it.
It's About Time @2001, Persephone
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