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JOHN'S GIFT
Prudence Walker
Chapter One
It is the year 2030 and I am dead - yet I live.
"How?" You ask.
Well, this is my story.
My name is John Saunders, or at least it was. Now I have another name, but
more of that later. I was a 6-foot, black haired guy of average build. I was
born from normal, but talented parents with high IQs and somehow (a freak of
genetics, maybe?) I was gifted with a survival trait so unusual I still find
it hard to believe. Even after the first evidence, I dismissed it as just
luck. The second time, well, twice couldn't be luck, but surely a truly
astounding gift.
The first time occurred when I was 7 years old and I fell out of the tree in
the back yard. As I slipped and fell I remember screaming, then whilst still
supposedly in the air, I suddenly found myself standing on the ground, with no
injuries or bruises and not really comprehending just what had happened.
The second time I was 18, and while walking along the sidewalk an out of
control car careered on to the exact spot where I was standing. It was so
sudden, that I never had chance to move, but in the instant before it could
hit me I found myself 6 feet away with no recollection of how I had moved. The
car ended up hitting a tree and, as the driver staggered out, he called to ask
if I was unhurt, and just how did I avoid him? He said he never saw me move;
Just realized I wasn't in front of the car any more.
Not wanting any attention, I just mumbled a response and left the scene
quickly. I wasn't willing to try to even think about, let alone explain the
unexplainable. Considering it later, I came to the conclusion that the only
thing that could logically have happened was for me to have teleported (see
authors note above) absurd as that may seem. Anyway, absurd or not, years
later that gift saved me once more, but this time with different results.
I was employed by a nuclear research facility in the Nevada desert, assisting
in the research to get the first working power plant using plasma energy, when
there was a failure in the containment fields surrounding the magnetic bottle
holding the plasma energy core. As it went critical and exploded I felt the
gift try to shift me. It did, but only my mind, as the instantaneous
disintegration of my body prevented it from following.
As the plasma energy core matter expanded it destroyed the building and
everyone in it, including the other scientists. So there I was, hovering a few
feet off the ground nearly a mile away from a mini nuclear explosion with a
200 foot radius of destruction. I seemed to be in an energy state, but I still
had my sense of body image -- just sound, smell and touch were missing.
Confused, I wondered, 'Am I dead? Am I a ghost?'
Having reached no conclusions, reaction to what had happened to me started to
set in. Here I was in an energy form. I could see, but that was it. Maybe
light was a type of energy that I could convert into vision, but not sound.
The absolute silence was far scarier that it sounds (no pun intended) without
even a heartbeat, or other bodily sound that we tend to ignore until you
realize you're not hearing it anymore.
How to describe how I felt? Well imagine lying in bed with your eyes closed,
then running imaginary hands all over your body. You can feel the memory of
your body even though you don't physically touch it, and what's more, I could
imagine feeling clothing, any sort I wished. As there was, I had none of the
feedback that you normally feel from clothing on your skin, so whatever I
imagined wearing felt as real as if I was really wearing it.
To test this theory I decided to imagine wearing something that I had never
worn in my life, just to see if I sustain the illusion. For some reason Cathy,
my sister, sprang to mind. I pictured wearing her gauzy, aquamarine chiffon
prom dress with the puffy sleeves. As I concentrated on it, thinking of what
it might feel like, I suddenly felt something flowing and sensuous brushing
gently against my legs, and I could feel the bodice clinging to my chest. I
imagined walking in it as she did when she wore it to the prom; I could feel
the brush of nylons against each other as I walked in high heels.
NYLONS and HEELS !? What am I saying! Sheesh! That was really freaky! I must
have got deeper into that than I intended. I gave myself a mental slap, and
imagined wearing my regular clothes again, although the memory of that brush
with feminine apparel lingered in the back of my mind for some minutes.
Pulling myself together (that's a joke) I decided to see if I could move
myself somewhere. As I thought of home, and my parents' reactions to my
'death,' I found myself there in the kitchen with mom cooking breakfast. As I
stood there watching I could sense the thoughts of many people, not just those
in my house, but outside as well. The only thing was, nothing was particularly
clear -- just a mishmash of thoughts and emotions all jumbled up together.
I tried to talk to mom, but lacking any vocal equipment it was a bust. I tried
to touch her, but found my hand sinking into her body with no resistance. But
then, as though the contact had completed a circuit, mom's mental voice grew
clearer. I wondered if I had made a closer, more intimate contact maybe I
could communicate with her and I could tell her what had happened to me. I
paused, contemplating what I was about to do. This was my mom's body I was
intending to join with, and female too. I mean, here I was, just a normal guy
intending to join with a female body. It was a tough decision. I had not given
it a thought at first, but then the curiosity of finding out what a female
body felt like overcame any reluctance I had.
I edged nearer until our bodies started to meld into each other. It was an
eerie feeling! As we merged I could feel her body as if it was my own; my body
image changing and taking on a solid physical form again - her physical form!
I felt the weight of breasts for the first time, and what it's like to have a
void instead of my old equipment. I could hear and smell again as I watched
her cooking bacon, and I could hear her thoughts as clear as day, thinking of
what she was going to do next.
I tried to talk using only my mental voice, but it didn't seem to get though,
so I tried to move an arm, but it suddenly froze, as if the two signals were
cancelling each other out. I felt the sense of shock run though her mind as
her arm locked in a spasm, so I backed off, trying not to control any of her
body while I thought of what next to try.
Relaxing my control seemed to make mom's body start to feel normal as our
thoughts patterns started to mesh, and I found myself thinking of what to make
for dinner that day, without sensing that that was an odd thought to be
thinking. As we merged deeper I found it hard to tell where I left off and mom
began. Her thoughts seemed to be overriding my own, and as I sank deeper I
felt my sense of "self" fading.
Instinct, or the sense of survival made the gift operate again, and I found
myself outside her body and inside my sister's bedroom. I felt strange, as
though my body image had altered after being in my mom's body -- as if it had
been overwritten to some extent by her body image. As I concentrated it
started to fade, and the sensations of my familiar form took its place. Cathy
was still asleep, and as I looked upon her relaxed body her long blonde hair
strewn across the pillow it suddenly struck me that I might never be able to
talk to her, or hug her ever again, unless I could find a new body to do it
with.
I Wondered whether I could use her body and control it while she slept. I
decided to meld again, only this time it was very different as I felt myself
fill her body. I could sense no thoughts, just warm and fuzzy emotions as she
dreamt. Cautiously, I tried moving her body using my thoughts. I sat up in
bed, feeling the brush of satin against my nipples, the weight of breasts
again, and also the weight of long hair caressing my neck and shoulders with
its silky softness.
Getting out of bed, I stood up and felt the satin nightie brushing my now
slender body. My nipples tingled and I felt them pucker into hard points
against the nightie.
WOW! That was truly awesome, and it sent shivers running though my/her whole
body! Feeling my nipples harden was something I'd never thought I'd feel! Just
as I was thinking about exploring further I suddenly thought, 'OH NO!' I'm not
getting into this. This is my sisters body, treat it with respect. With that
thought I walked to the vanity mirror to see if there was any sign of myself
there.
All I saw was my sister, hair mussed a little from sleeping. It was a strange
sensation seeing a girl instead my own image in the mirror. I had noticed when
I walked that even my actions seemed natural and feminine, which worried me at
the time. Coming back from my exploration of my sister's body I grabbed a
lipstick and hurriedly scrawled a message on the mirror, in case she awoke and
I'd be unable to talk to mom.
Moving towards the door, I grabbed a very delicate pink robe and slipped it on
as I walked into the kitchen. When I entered mom smiled and said, "You're up
early aren't you."
I didn't know what to say, or even if I would be able to use Cathy's vocal
equipment, so I just said, "Yes mom."
Cathy's sweet voice seemed odd to my ears.
Sitting down on the kitchen stool, I was completely unaware of my sweeping my
robe under me in a feminine manner. I watched mom cooking breakfast, the
smells of bacon and eggs making my mouth water. I decided to try and explain
what had happened to me at the plant.
"Mom," I said. "There's been an accident at John's work."
"OH!" She said looking puzzled.
I rushed on, trying to get it out before I lost it altogether.
"Yes" I replied. "John was killed in an explosion."
Mom's eyes widened in shock. "NO"! She screamed.
At that, I felt Cathy awaken, and her body spasmed as she tried take in just
where she was and why she woke to find herself in the kitchen. I relinquished
all control to her body, but stayed in the back of her mind trying to maintain
my sense of self, as turbulent emotions rushed though her body.
I could feel her surprise and puzzlement as she tried to come to terms with
her situation. Using her ears, I could hear mom yell at Cathy.
What did she mean that John was dead, and just how did she know it?
Of course Cathy denied knowing anything of the sort, and was asking her own
questions. How long had she been in the kitchen, And how did she get there?
Mom repeated what I had said, complaining, "Why are you scaring me this way?"
Confused and bewildered, Cathy decided to run back to her bedroom. She didn't
understand the how, what, and the why questions bubbling up in her mind. As
she closed the door and turned to the mirror to see if she really was awake,
she saw the message I'd written in bright lipstick.
She screamed so loudly that I was literally scared out of her body. Several
things happened then. Mom entered the room to find Cathy sobbing, and I was
shocked to find my body image had again changed from my usual 6-foot male self
to that of my sister's form.
The sensations felt the same as when I had occupied her body. I could still
feel her breasts, and running my now feminized fingers with their long nails
over my energy body, I still felt female, almost as if I had no counteracting
male feelings to reject it, causing it to remain as a sort of default form.
I had no idea how long it would stay this way. Needless to say this was most
disconcerting, especially as at that moment the sensations of the nightie I
had worn popped back into my thoughts.
So there I was, getting sensory feedback from a female form, and also from a
piece of feminine apparel that felt radically different in the fact that it
was on a much more sensitive form. My thoughts crashed to a stop as mom
fainted after looking at what was written on the mirror.
MOM MY BODY DIED TODAY IN A PLASMA EXPLOSION AT THE PLANT, BUT MY MIND IS
STILL ALIVE. DON'T GRIEVE YET. YOU'LL HEAR MORE FROM ME SOMEHOW. LOVE JOHN.
Almost without thinking I went to my mom's body and merged, thinking I could
take advantage of the situation while she was unconscious. Finding I could
again control a living body, I sat up.
"Cathy listen to me," I said. "I'm your brother John in mom's body."
She looked at me in shock. Was she thinking mom was crazy too?
Quickly telling her my story before mom came to again, I explained how I came
to control her body and why she found herself in the kitchen.
She sat there watching me with a strange look on her face.
"John, it is you, isn't it?"
"Yes," I replied, giving her a hug, which again brought forth strange
sensations as our chests pressed against each other.
Pulling back I said, "This is so strange sitting here in mom's body."
She laughed and asked how it compared with my original male one.
"It's so different!" I replied, and explained about the weird changes in my
body image after having been in her body, and the way I could still feel her
nightie on me.
Then she got this strange look and said, "After you leave mom's body will you
have her form?"
I said, " I suppose so. It seems as if I take on the form last used."
She giggled and asked me whether I wanted to have mom's form or her's until we
could do something about this whole thing.
I thought about it for a full 2 seconds before answering that I liked hers
better.
"Okay," she said. " I'm going to change, then when you take my form you'll get
the full benefit of feeling what a girl feels when fully dressed, okay?"
I started to get a bad feeling about this, but what else could I do? I didn't
really want to feel like my mom all the time. Besides she was older than Cathy
and the thought went though my mind that Cathy's body did feel kinda nice, if
somewhat disturbing.
Suddenly, feeling mom stirring, I managed to extract my self from her body. I
checked to see if it was true that I now had her form. I did. I felt bigger
and slightly overweight as I went to where Cathy was dressing.
OH oh, here we go, I thought as I watched her putting on the most sexy
underwear she had before pulling on a silky slip. Then she reached into her
closet for --you guessed it -- her prom dress!
Oh boy! I should never have told her about that! While I was thinking what it
was going to be like wearing that in my discorporeal state she was pulling on
stockings and heels and had started making up her face.
Oh god, no! Not makeup too! This was getting out of hand fast.
I watched as she finished, stood up and posed, which I took to be the
invitation to merge with her. Doing so, I found that not only did everything
feel so nice, but also I could feel the makeup, and I realized she must have
sprayed some perfume, as it filled my nose with its delicate aroma.
The combined feeling of a bra confining my breasts, and the satin softness of
her other under garments sent confusing signals to me. It felt odd to be
wearing them and I'd never felt these sensations before (even mom's bra didn't
feel quite like this, and besides I was distracted by the weirdness of that
first contact with a female form). On the other hand, I was picking up Cathy's
feelings and to her the clothes felt normal.
After a few minutes the oddness seemed to fade as the signals from Cathy got
stronger, and so it started to feel more and more normal to me. By this time
Cathy was rubbing her hands over her body so that the flood of sensations was
nearly overloading my mind. I think her idea was for me to retain all these
feelings after I leave her body.
I thought I could put up with it for a little while, at least it wasn't
unpleasant, quite the reverse in fact. Feeling her do a twirl with the gown on
was giving me an experience unlike any other I had ever had in my entire life.
Abruptly, my thoughts came to a stop, as mom decided to stir, and Cathy ran to
her side and helped her to her feet. I stayed with Cathy as she started to
explain about what had happened, not wanting to be cast out into the silent
void that contained my disembodied existence.
Listening to Cathy explain, I tried to get into a state that stopped me being
overcome by Cathy's very strong sense of self image, but I found it
practically impossible. As I panicked, thinking I was going to lose myself
again, the gift jerked me free, sending me into my isolated existence once
more, although now I still felt that I was dressed exactly as Cathy was. The
memory still as sharp, as it had been a moment ago.
Running my mental hands over my body, I could feel everything -- The gown, the
hose, even my feet felt as if encased in the heels she wore. I tried not to
dwell on it, thinking it was still my sisters body, and it seemed improper and
wrong to be doing this. Even though she couldn't see me I still felt
uncomfortable, as if I was violating her in some way.
I watched Cathy and mom talk, although I couldn't hear anything. I could see
by the expressions on her face that, at first she didn't want to believe Cathy
But as Cathy went on, I saw in her eyes that she was changing her mind. At
last mom hugged Cathy and started to weep, and Cathy did too. After about 15
minutes they got up, then mom left and Cathy got some writing paper out of her
drawer and started to write a message. I went over and read it as she finished
and left to change again.
"John," It read. "I told mom all about what you told me, but she want's to
hear it from you so I've decided to go to bed early tonight so you can use my
body to talk to her. I trust you not to take advantage of it, just so long as
you don't keep it up all night."
I sighed as I read this, thinking, at least I could experience life again,
even if only in short bursts.
Waiting till evening was very hard, and I almost gave in to the temptations of
feeling up my body. The constant brush of hair against my neck kept me wanting
to pull it away from my face, even knowing it couldn't be done, as it really
wasn't there.
At last Cathy fell asleep, but looking at her I realized she'd done it to me
again. Instead of wearing a nightie she had gone to sleep fully dressed,
including stockings and shoes. How she'd managed to get to sleep is anybody's
guess, but I thought she had either not wanted me dressing her body or she was
still giving me that feminine experience to take back with me when I left her
body. This time I saw she had worn a tight black skirt that was way too short,
and a white silk blouse.
Merging with her body again told me she was still wearing the sexy underwear
from this morning. Getting up, I started to get nervous thinking of the
confrontation with my mom in this body. I walked over to the vanity and sat
down, trying to calm myself. I Looked into the mirror and noticed I still had
traces of makeup on. No lipstick, but I could see my eyelashes still had
mascara on, and there was a hint of eye shadow.
Idly toying with the bright red lipstick, I worried just how mom was going to
react to me. I wondered what I would look like with that colour on since she'd
worn pink lipstick this morning. What the heck, I thought. 'In for a penny, in
for a pound.'
Putting lipstick on seemed to be the culmination of the day's events. I
wondered what could possibly top that.
Looking over the vanity I espied some earrings, and knowing Cathy had had her
ears pierced I took them and held them up to my ears. I restrained a very
feminine giggle. 'Just what I need,' I thought as I slipped the sleepers out
and replaced them with the long dangling ones. It only took a few seconds,
almost as if this was coming naturally to me. I moved my head, which set them
swinging, and the drag on my ears felt odd. Repressing a shudder at what I was
doing, I stood up and walked out of the bedroom, going to where I knew mom was
waiting for me in the lounge.
As I walked to where my mom was sitting it didn't occur to me that I should
have had difficulty in walking in heels until I saw mom looking at me. She had
a puzzled statement on her face as I walked gracefully into the room.
"John! Is that really you?" She asked.
"Yes mom," I replied.
"But you walked just like Cathy, and on heels too," she said.
Looking down at my feet, I realized that I'd had no problem walking in heels,
and everything started to hit me at once -- The walking in heels, the body,
even putting on makeup, and the strange feeling that it was more or less
normal.
I plopped down in the chair next to mom and burst into tears as a flood of
emotions filled my body. I had never been one to show much emotion, however,
whether it was the body's hormones or just reaction to all the day's events up
to this moment, I just let it rip. I didn't care that I was behaving in a
typically feminine manner (it just seemed the thing to do).
Mom came over and hugged me, which just started me off more, and I suddenly
realized I should have hugged more when I was still a man and not worried
about whether it was manly. After a while the tears slowed and I became aware
that our breasts were touching, and of the nice feelings coming from them. I
started to giggle, and it sounded a bit hysterical.
Mom pulled back, looking into my eyes as if searching for a sign of her son.
"You sound just like Cathy does," she said.
At that point I started to get my act together. Mom asked me an embarrassing
personal question that only I could answer (And if you think I'm going to tell
you, then you'll be disappointed -- I'll only admit that it had to do with an
injury to a certain male anatomical body part) and my response seemed to
satisfy her.
"John," she said, "I received a phone call from the authorities earlier today
about the explosion at the plant, and you have been officially listed as
dead."
I nodded, thinking back, and then suddenly I realized why the gift had not
taken my body at the time of the explosion.
I explained to mom about my gift, and the two incidents when it showed itself
to me. Mom listened to me quietly, not interrupting when I explained why the
gift hadn't taken my body this time.
My body was already dead at the time of the explosion from the massive dose of
Gamma and Xray radiation that preceded the wave of annihilating heat from
explosion by mere microseconds. Therefore the gift had abandoned my body and
saved my mind instead.
I could see mom digesting this information in a typical mom fashion,
dismissing it as relatively unimportant, and coming out with a more practical
and immediate question.
"But, what are we going to do now?" She asked. "Is there anyway we can get
another body for you -- Maybe a coma patient?"
I thought about it, but realized it wasn't practical, as I soon explained.
"Mom, it wouldn't work," I replied.
"Oh? Why not?" She asked.
"Well, for one thing a coma patient isn't necessarily without a mind, and even
if it was, I might not be able to move it. Then I'd be stuck. Besides, I would
prefer a young healthy body."
For two hours we talked, discussing various options. Brain dead people were
mentioned then dismissed as impractical, as not only were they rare, but there
was the question of how would we find one in time to do anything about it.
They don't advertise on the news, and are often quickly taken off life
support.
Another thing she mentioned was that dad was coming home tomorrow from
Auckland, New Zealand. He was working as an official representative from the
states, dealing with energy management systems.
I felt very nervous, wondering if could I talk to dad like I was talking to
mom. Would he think I was some sort of pervert, or queer if I used Cathy's
body?
I turned to mom. "I can't do it mom! You'll have to explain it all. I can't
face him like this," I wailed.
Mom just smiled and gave me a hug,
"Don't fret son" she replied, "I'll warn him, and I'm sure he'd like to talk
to you whether you look like our daughter or not."
Getting up and walking into the kitchen to get a cup of hot Milo, we decided
to sleep on it and wait for dad's input. We parted after another hug and I
went back to Cathy's room.
Looking round I could still see the my hastily scribbled message on the
mirror, and thought of cleaning it off, but decided dad may need to see it, to
convince him his family hadn't gone off the deep end. Now what, I wondered.
Should I just lie on the bed as I am or should I undress? Hmmm, undress I
think. It's unfair to Cathy to let her wake up fully clothed.
Picking up a filmy nightie from under her pillow, I slowly undressed, hanging
up her skirt and blouse in the closet and putting the underwear on the bedside
chair. I pulled the nightie on, trying not to think of what I was doing, then
I laid the bed and covered myself up.
Not wanting to exit the body just yet, I lay there thinking of all the things
that might get me a new body. But while I was thinking the body's tiredness
was catching up, especially with the extra hours talking to mom. And so,
unintentionally, I fell asleep still in Cathy's body.
To be continued...
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