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Gary
By Morpheus
The bedroom was fairly small, with walls that were covered by posters of
wrestling stars and rock groups. A small pile of clothes filled one of the
corners, fitting in the with the rest of the slightly messy room. It was
the perfect room for a 10 year old boy, specifically the boy that was lying
in bed.
Gary groaned and rolled over, slowly reaching for the remote control by his
bedside. But after flipping through the channels, he saw that there was
nothing good on any of the other channels either. Just talk shows and soap
operas, none of which interested him.
"Shoot," Gary muttered, knowing that he shouldn't be surprised. The TV was
always like that when he was home sick, which had been frequent lately.
Suddenly Gary burst into a long bout of coughing, stopping only to look up
through bleary eyes and see his Mom standing at the door, looking worried.
Then with a faint smile, she came and bent over Gary, put her hand gently on
his forehead.
Her name was Amelia and she was 29 years old, and as far as Gary was
concerned, the prettiest girl on the planet. She had shoulder length hair
that was reddish brown and was 5 foot 5, a bit taller than him still. Her
body was rather slender, making Gary secretly proud since his friend Tommy's
Mom was really fat.
"I don't like being sick," Gary complained, wishing that he was back in
school with his friends or at least able to go out and play. But
unfortunately, he had the flu... again.
"I know honey," Amelia told her son gently, "But you'll get better soon. I
promise." And with that, she gave him a kiss on his cheek before turning and
leaving the bedroom.
Gary just turned back to the TV and started flipping through channels
again, determined to find something worth watching. The fact that he'd just
gone through all of the channels several minutes earlier with no success
didn't even cross his mind.
---
Several hours later, Gary was in the middle of reading one of his comic
books, silently wishing that there was something better on TV. Wishing even
more though that he wouldn't be sick anymore.
Suddenly, Gary was startled to realize that he wasn't in his room anymore.
One second he was in his bed reading a comic, and the next second he was
sitting at the dinner table, wondering how he could have possibly gotten
there.
Gary looked around frantically, trying to figure out how he got there,
realizing at the same time that something felt very strange. In fact, a lot
of things felt very strange, only serving to confuse Gary even more.
"What's happening?" Gary asked nervously, freezing as he heard his Mom's
voice. Gary snapped around, asking, "Hello?" Again, he heard his Mom's
voice instead of his own.
Then Gary's eyes went wide as he realized just how strange he felt, slowly
looking down and gasping in shock. For nearly a minute, all he could do was
stare at his body in complete surprise, recognizing not only his Mom's
clothes... but her body as well.
Gary hesitantly reached down and poked at the two mounds on his chest. His
Mom's boobies. His eyes wend even wider, noticing that he had his Mom's
hands too. They even had the slightly long polished nails and the wedding
ring on one of the fingers.
"Mom?" Gary asked, standing up and feeling very strange, though he tried to
ignore it. Without much success. When there was no answer, Gary called out
a little louder, "Mom?" There was still no answer.
For a moment, Gary just stood there, staring down at his Mom's body, his
body at the moment, trying not to panic and wondering how he could possibly
be in his Mom's body. Then he gulped, remembering what he was thinking
about before it had happened.
"Oh no," Gary whispered, realizing that he had done it somehow. "I wish I
was me again," Gary said experimentally. However, after several seconds of
waiting, he knew that it hadn't worked.
Gary gulped, then looked around for any sign of what could change him back,
but he didn't see anything. Then, he once again returned to looking down at
his own body, holding his hands out in front of him and staring at them in
amazement.
"Weird," he muttered, poking himself on the chest again, deciding that it
felt kind of interesting having breasts there. They didn't feel nearly as
strange as he would have expected though.
A minute later, Gary frowned, wondering, "If I'm Mom, then is she me?" He
didn't know, but he realized that he had to find out.
Hurrying to his room, Gary stopped at the closed door, noticing that the
stickers on his door were a lot lower than usual. In fact, his whole door
seemed a bit smaller than usual. It took him several more seconds before he
realized that he'd just gotten taller since he was in his Mom's body.
"Weird," Gary repeated, this time with a faint smile. He'd always wanted
to be taller since he was one of the smallest kids in his class.
Then, after hesitating for a few seconds more, Gary opened the door and
went inside, stopping to stare at the figure on his bed reading a comic
book. It was him. The same reflection that he always saw in the mirror, but
definitely not looking very good. There was no doubt that he was sick, only
then making Gary realize that he didn't feel sick anymore. He was all
better.
After a second, the little boy on Gary's bed looked up, setting down the
comic and saying, "Hi Mom."
Gary just blinked in confusion, not sure what was going on.
"Mom..." the boy asked, "is something wrong?"
"Um... no." Gary answered weakly, still feeling confused.
Suddenly the boy who looked like Gary burst into a bunch of coughing,
looking and sounding horrible while he did it. Gary instinctively stepped
forward, horribly worried about the person on the bed. It was a strange
sort of worry too, unlike any that he'd really felt before.
"I hate being sick," the other Gary said weakly once the coughing had
stopped.
Gary nodded, his heart aching for the person on the bed for some reason.
The boy looked so small and helpless. Gary couldn't help but just standing
there and staring at him, wishing that he was better, wishing that he could
protect the boy somehow or do something to make him better.
After a moment, the boy had picked up the comic book again and Gary stepped
out the door, feeling confused by his emotions. But at the same time, they
felt sort of... right for some reason.
A minute later, Gary was in the living room, thinking about what had just
happened. The other Gary had acted just like there was nothing strange
going on at all. Gary wasn't sure what that meant, but knew that it was
definitely strange. If that was Gary, then where was his Mom? And more
importantly, who was he? Could he possibly somehow actually be his Mom?
That only left him more confused.
"What'll I tell Dad?" Gary whispered quietly, wondering what his step-
father could possibly say to what was going on. Especially since he himself
didn't really know what was going on yet.
Frowning thoughtfully, Gary sat down on the couch, instinctively crossing
his legs in a feminine manner as he tried to figure out what was going on.
He sat there that way for a minute before sitting up straight again,
wondering what he could possibly do.
Then Gary noticed the cigarettes on the coffee table and stared at them for
a moment, surprised to realize that he felt some sort of... urge. Some sort
of craving. And as he stared at the cigarettes, he knew what the craving
was for.
Gary hesitantly reached for the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out,
holding it between his fingers like he'd seen his Mom do plenty of times.
He stared at it for a moment before reaching for the lighter.
"What's happening to me?" Gary asked, not feeling anywhere near as panicked
as he would have expected.
And with a faint frown, Gary put the white cigarette between his lips and
lit the end. He sucked in, tasting the strange smoke flooding his mouth and
then going down his throat into his lungs. It tickled just a little, almost
making Gary cough, though not quite. Then he blew the smoke back out,
watching in fascination as it floated around him.
Gary shook his head slightly, musing, "Interesting."
At that, the craving that he'd felt quickly started to go away, just as a
very pleasant calm started to fill his body. He smiled, definitely liking
that, deciding at the same time that it didn't taste bad at all either. And
with a shrug, he took another drag on the cigarette, absently doing so as if
he'd been smoking for years.
Once Gary was finished with the cigarette, he snubbed it out in the ash
tray and started towards the kitchen, feeling oddly calm about what was
happening to him, though still somewhat confused. It didn't really make any
sense.
After pouring himself a cup of coffee on a sudden urge, Gary took a sip,
deciding that he liked that as well. It was a little strong though, so a
moment later, he sprinkled a little sugar and cream into the coffee, somehow
knowing that it tasted much better that way. One more sip just verified
that.
Gary just leaned back against the counter, sipping at the coffee and
glancing around. He looked at the dishes in the sink, absently thinking
that they needed to be washed. For some reason, the dirty dishes left him
feeling rather annoyed.
A short while later, Gary left the kitchen with the dishes having just been
washed, smiling faintly but knowing that there was something that he was
missing. One look around the living room told him the answer. It could use
a little cleaning up as well, though that could wait just a little longer.
Pausing for a moment, Gary quietly asked, "What's happening to me?"
However, there were no answers.
However, that question only reminded Gary about the poor little boy in the
other room and how sick he was. Gary frowned and quickly started towards the
bedroom to take another look. He stopped just inside the doorway and stared
at the other Gary who was sleeping quietly.
Gary felt a wave of sympathy as he watched the boy for a moment, wishing
that he could do something for him. He stepped forward and leaned over the
other Gary, frowning as he stared down. The boy looked so young. That
thought amazed Gary as he'd never really thought of himself as being young
before, but there was no doubt that the boy in the bed was just that, a
helpless little boy.
"Poor thing," Gary whispered. Then on a sudden impulse, he bent down and
gave the boy a kiss on the cheek before quietly sneaking out of the room
Once back in the living room, Gary looked down at himself again, frowning
slightly as he realized just how comfortable he'd started to feel. Then he
sighed, deciding that since he seemed to be Amelia for the moment, he might
as well pretend to be her until he figured out what was going on.
---
Gary looked over the dinner that covered the table with a faint smile,
definitely impressed with himself. He didn't know anything about cooking,
but when he'd started, trying to keep in character, he'd found that
everything he needed to know about it was right there. Like just on the
edge of his mind and all he'd really had to do was reach for it.
For a moment, Gary thought about the other Gary, the little boy in the
other room. He felt a wave of sympathy and worry as he thought about the
helpless boy, though he was a bit pleased that the other Gary was able to
eat the meal he'd brought into the bedroom a short while earlier.
Just then, Gary heard a car pulling into the driveway, making him feel
incredibly nervous since he didn't know how he was going to possibly deal
with his Dad. Then he reminded himself to just pretend to be Amelia.
Somehow, he didn't think that it would be very difficult. Not with how easy
everything else had been for him since he'd suddenly found himself in his
mother's body.
A minute later, the door opened up and in stepped a man who was 6 inches
taller than Gary, with brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was very
familiar to Gary, however the sudden emotions that washed over him were not.
Gary couldn't help but smiling dreamily, feeling extremely attracted to
that man.
For a brief second, Gary was overwhelmed by the strange emotions and
desires that flooded him, but as he thought about them, everything seemed to
make a little more sense. And for the first time in his life, he knew
exactly what it was that they did at nights up in their room. That
realization left him amazed, not to mention filled with a burning
anticipation.
"Hello dear," Gary practically cooed at Brian, his former stepfather. He
knew at that moment that he couldn't tell Brian what had happened, even if
he wanted. Without a pause to reveal his thoughts, Gary continued, "How was
your day?"
After all, there was no doubt that if he told anyone, they'd think that he
was insane. Especially with Gary in the bedroom acting perfectly normal.
At the same time, Gary couldn't help but wondering what if he actually was
insane? Either way, whether he really was or wasn't, he knew that he was
going to have to be Amelia for now... and perhaps forever.
"Oh dear," Gary whispered, pausing for a moment as strange thoughts and
emotions ran through his mind.
Then, while Gary was distracted, Brian bent down and gave him a passionate
kiss, a kiss which he couldn't resist returning. Not that he even
considered trying once he felt how great it was.
As soon as Gary pulled away, he let out a dreamy sigh, realizing that he
couldn't keep pretending to be Amelia. Not when everything else suggested
that he might actually be here. No, he realized, from that moment on, he
could no longer pretend to be Amelia. He would have to BE Amelia.
Amelia blinked for a moment then reached forward and gave Brian another
kiss, definitely enjoying the sensation and looking forward to later that
night. However, even then, there was a faint worry in her mind as she
remembered her sick son on the other room.
---
Later that night, a figure stirred in the darkened room, pausing to cough
quietly before sitting up in bed, listening intently to the sounds coming
from the other room. For a moment, the figure just listened, then it gave a
sad but satisfied smile.
"It's done," Amelia whispered from her son's body, grunting as she made the
effort to sit all the way up.
As she sat there, still listening to the sounds, she couldn't help but
thinking about what she had just done. And how she still didn't regret it,
even though it had cost her own life. Her own identity.
The Former Amelia frowned, not bothering to stop the tears as she thought
about her son Gary. He had been sick quite often lately, each time only
getting worse. And though she hadn't been able to bring herself to tell
him, it was only going to get worse. The doctors had said that his real
illness had completely destroyed his immune system... and worse, giving the
poor boy less than a month left to live.
She shuddered at the thought, and how horrified she'd been at that
discovery. That he should die at such a young age, unable to even
experience life. Amelia had nearly been destroyed by the knowledge of what
was to come, yet determined to try finding a way around it. That was why
she'd jumped when the opportunity came, no matter the price.
A strange old woman had approached Amelia on the street, knowing all about
her problem, and that of her son. The woman had even offered a possible
solution, though she had told Amelia that the price would be extremely high.
She had given Amelia a magic spell, one which could trade the bodies and
lives of two people. However, it could only be used on one of close blood.
And it could only be used if there was no intention to harm the other. But
sadly, since Amelia was the only other living relative that Gary had, she
knew what she had to do.
"I did it," she whispered from the bed, pausing for another bout of
coughing.
Amelia had been determined that her son would not die before he'd even
experienced life. That the disease would not take that from him completely.
That he would live... even if it was her life.
Once again listening to the sounds from the other room, Amelia smiled
faintly, remembering that the old woman had said they would have everything
they needed to live the other's life. She'd been very careful to keep him
from discovering the truth, not wanting him to suffer that knowledge.
Instead, she hoped that he would manage, trusting in the old woman's
promises. And from the sounds she heard from Gary and his former
stepfather, she knew that her former son was already adapting to her new
life quite well.
Then, the former Amelia felt a tear running down her cheek. Though whether
a tear of sadness or joy, she did not know. She knew that her time left
was greatly limited and would not be enjoyable, however, she did not regret
her actions. She did not regret what she had done. Instead, she smiled
faintly, proud that she had been able to give the ultimate sacrifice for her
son.
THE END
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