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John's Gift
by: Prudence Walker
Chapter two
Waking up, I had a moment's disorientation, as if I was in the wrong
bedroom.
Silly girl, of course it's my bedroom.
Shrugging off a momentary sense of wrongness, I got out of bed and
headed for the shower, thinking about tomorrow and school, and Brad
(what a hunk). I'd been going out with him for over a year now, after
finally developing a nice figure. I slowly washed my breasts with the
scented soap, and thinking of Brad make my nipples harden and the
juices flow. Washing between my legs sent ripples of pleasure
coursing though my body as I visualized Brad kissing me. After the
shower I blow-dried my hair, thinking that I might try a new style. I
posed a little and lifted my hair, trying to visualize it in an updo.
Then I gave my body a cursory once over and went back to my bedroom
to get dressed.
"Cathy, breakfast is nearly ready," my mother called.
I called back saying I wouldn't be long, and continued to get
dressed. I put on clean panties and bra, and selected a navy blue
skirt that came just above my knees, and a white knit top. Then,
musing whether to wear dark or light coloured hose, I continued to
dress. I grabbed my necklace and bangles from my bedside table and
went over to the vanity, straightening my skirt as I went.
Time to put my face on. Without really looking at the mirror I picked
up my large loop earrings and started to put them on. Glancing at the
mirror for the first time, I suddenly saw the message.
OH MY GOD! Seeing the message on the mirror sent a shockwave coursing
though my mind. I could feel a duality forming in our/my mind until
suddenly with a mental snap, we were two again. John and Cathy. The
flood of emotions felt too much for me, as I felt myself being torn
away from Cathy like a rubber band being released. I was once again
alone in the void. My mind was in turmoil as Cathy's thoughts seemed
to be my thoughts. It seemed as if the wrong person had been ejected
from her body.
Still in shock at what had happened, I was finding it hard to
separate her thoughts from my own. It felt like I had two
consciousnesses, totally separate. One mine, one Cathy's.
I could recall every thought she'd had, from waking till glancing in
the mirror. Oh my god! The thoughts she'd had when thinking of Brad
were vivid, and though I should have been thoroughly disgusted
reliving these thoughts, I just couldn't. They were not my thoughts,
these were Cathy's and I could feel the love and warm emotions that
went with them. How you can hate something that gives you those kinds
of feelings? I certainly couldn't.
As the shock of separation subsided I could see Cathy finish putting
on her makeup. Of course it was different for her, she was unaware of
what had just happened. I realized I could never say anything to her,
she would consider it an invasion of privacy, her deepest thoughts
revealed.
As she left for the kitchen I was left to contemplate my feelings. In
some ways I was grateful to have experienced the way the female mind
thinks. I felt almost envious of her body, remembering being in the
shower and soaping myself all over, the tingling I felt with that so
sensitive skin.
I thought myself into the kitchen where they were eating breakfast. I
felt left out, as that was something I wasn't able to do anymore.
After breakfast and things were cleaned up, Mom got the car out,
ready to pick dad up at the airport. I'd thought I might as well tag
along since I had nothing better to do. Traveling in a moving vehicle
proved no problem, and all I did was half-merge with Cathy as an
anchor. Doing that also gave me some sensory input to add to my
vision.
Meeting dad was anticlimactic, and little was said till we returned
home. Mom avoided answering questions, and dad looked intently at the
two of them, trying to see how they were coping with the news of my
death, obviously wondering why they seemed relatively cheerful. On
arriving home dad started to ask questions. I only got an impression
of them, not wanting to fully merge with Cathy after this morning's
incident. I could see mom explaining and the shocked unbelieving
expressions on dad's face, although, when shown the message on the
mirror his face took on a calculating look, as if to trying to see a
flaw in their story.
Finally dad got this look, which started to worry me as he smiled and
waved to Cathy to go into the lounge and sit down. He then went into
the master bedroom returning moments later with Mom's crystal
pendant. He went back to Cathy and sat opposite her and talked for a
while. Then he started swinging the pendant back an forth in front of
Cathy's eyes.
Oh no, I thought. He's going to hypnotise her (dad had been an
amateur magician in his college days).
As I watched Cathy going under I saw mom go to the small message
board near the kitchen and start to write on it.
The message was, "John, dad wants you to merge with Cathy as soon as
she's under. Dad will ensure she won't wake till he
gives the word, okay?"
Looking back at Cathy, I could see she was fully under, so I took a
deep breath, so to speak, and merged with her.
As I opened my eyes, I saw Dad's eyes widen as if, for the first
time, he was beginning to believe.
Thinking fast I said, "Dad, it really is me, John, and they really
were telling the truth."
He sat back, thinking, just looking at me.
I fidgeted unconsciously, twirling my hair with my fingers, and the
puzzled statement on dad's face grew. He said, "John, I can't believe
its you in there, your mannerisms are so like Cathy."
He pointed to my hands twirling my hair, which made me blush scarlet,
and he grinned at me.
"You even blush like her."
"Well," I said, "it is her body. I'm just a temporary passenger
subject to its whims."
He laughed and said, "How does it feel?"
"Confusing and strange," I said, "but not as bad as all that. In
fact, it seems to have certain advantages over a boy's body."
He looked at me, then we both looked at my breasts straining against
the knit top.
I blushed again as dad looked up into my eyes once more, trying hard
not to smile.
"Well John, make the most of it while you can," he said. Then, with a
more serious statement on his face, he asked, "Do you know how long
you can stay in the energy state, and do you feel like you're fading
the longer you stay there? I was wondering whether your energy form
requires feeding to maintain it, or if it's constant."
"Well," I said, "it does seem that after being in a body I feel, um -
- Well, how can I put it, more alive, in a sense."
He nodded, then I explained about the form change to my body image.
"Well," he said, "it seems that you do get some sort of energy
recharge from Cathy. I had thought that maybe you could have merged
with a male body, to get you feeling more normal, but it might more
sensible to continue using Cathy's body as a default form."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, changing your body image all the time might degrade your
energy signature like a video tape that's been copied, then copied
from the copy. The more it's done the more information that's lost,
and so you could find that you lose some of yourself, until there's
no more John. At least getting a recording from the original source
will stop that from happening."
He paused, while I digested this.
"But . . ." Then I paused, thinking it would be better to have
Cathy's image with my own mind, rather than some other male's image,
without it.
"Okay," I said. "Now what?"
He sat back in the chair, thinking.
"There's not much we can do at the moment," he said. "We risk losing
you if we try anything before we understand this whole mess."
I sighed and stood up and started to pace in Cathy's graceful
manner.
"I see you walk like her, too" dad said, watching me.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, deep in thought. Strangely, I wasn't bothered
by the comment.
Dad got up and gave me a hug, which brought my thoughts back to the
present.
"Oh dad!" I cried. "I missed you while you were away!"
I hugged him, just letting the body do its thing and not letting any
macho crap get in the way.
Then I did something that I hadn't done since I was 6 or 7 years old,
and thought I'd never do again: I kissed dad on the cheek.
He never said a word but as he drew back to look at me, I saw I'd
left lipstick on his face and I started to giggle.
He smiled, and said in mock seriousness, "Son if you didn't look like
my daughter, I'd thump you one."
He grinned. "Oh, if you want to kiss and hug me some more, I'll not
mind, seeing as I have the most beautiful son in the world."
We both burst out laughing and Mom came over and gave us a big hug,
asking what we were going to do in the meantime about sharing Cathy's
body.
"Well, I've given Cathy a key phrase to trigger a trance state, so
John can use her body, and another to bring her to wakefulness,"
"Oh!" Said mom, "and what are these phrases?"
"Johns time for the trance," said dad, "and (he whispered it in moms
ear) to release it."
"Well," mom said. "I hope Cathy doesn't mind sharing her body with
John."
Dad then said, "Our son, whether disembodied or not, is still part of
our family, and Cathy agreed to share when I asked."
"So now what are we going to do?" I asked. "Also, how long is Cathy
going to be under today?"
"Well . . . Mom looked at dad and he nodded as an unspoken
communication passed between them. "It is Sunday. How about a picnic
at our old favourite park and maybe a little window shopping?"
Oh boy. Just what do you have in your mind, Mom? I wondered.
"Okay Mom," I said. "I'm up for it. Do I have to change or will I be
okay like this?"
Mom looked at me critically, and said, "Cathy has a lovely sundress
that's just begging to be worn on a day like this,"
On saying this, she grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. She
told me to take off the skirt and blouse while she rummaged in the
closet.
"Here it is," she said, picking out a yellow and white sundress with
a square neckline and wide shoulder straps. Holding it up against me,
she checked my legs and shoes.
"All you need to do is change your shoes for the white, open-toed
slingbacks, and fix your lipstick."
Sighing, I slipped on the dress and found the shoes (fortunately only
a medium heel). Then I sat at the vanity and looked at the
assortment of lipsticks there. I looked up at mom with a question in
my eyes.
"First you need to remove the old lipstick," she said, handing me a
moist makeup remover tissue from a little container. "Just the
lipstick" she said. "Everything else is fine." She handed me a pink
lipstick tube.
Okay, here we go again, I thought. Just relax. Pretend you do this
everyday.
I looked in the mirror and whipped the lipstick across my lips in
what seemed, to be an almost automatic gesture. I checked the
results. Hmm, not bad for an amateur.
I got an approving smile from mom as I turned to face her to see if
she thought it was okay. She was duly impressed, and by way of
explanation for my seeming expertise, I said, "It must be something
of Cathy's, that is rubbing off on me."
By the time everything was ready to go I was starting to get nervous.
Not only was I going outside where other people could see me, but I
would have to interact with them as a young lady. Could I do it? Was
I going to be able to act feminine enough? The last thing I needed
was to make a spectacle of ourselves (meaning Cathy and I).
Mom seemed to know just what was running though my mind (Don't all
moms?) and hugged me, saying. "It will be fine, you'll see."
Yeah! Right mom, I thought, but hugged her back (I think I've never
been hugged as much in my whole life, and I was beginning to like
it). I was getting to like the way women can just emote freely to
others, and not worry about appearances.
When we arrived at the place Cathy and I used to visit as children we
saw a small shopping mall had sprung up since we last visited, a few
years ago, and a fair ground was located next to where we used to
picnic. Even mom was surprised at seeing it and asked me if I wanted
to go someplace quieter.
"No," I replied. "I'm hungry. I want lunch."
Dad drove into the car park adjoining our picnic spot and stopped. We
unloaded the picnic gear and found a nice shady spot under a tree. We
put a blanket down to sit on.
All of a sudden I heard someone shout, "Cathy!"
I looked up to see Brad standing there.
"Come," he said, grabbing my arm and lifting me to my feet. "I've got
something to show you."
With a quick, "I'll have her back in a short time," to Mom, he rushed
me off towards the fair ground before either I, or my parents had
time to think.
"Stop!" I cried. "My parents need to know where I'm going."
I thought that if I could get back to my parents Mom or Dad could use
the key phrase to Cathy, releasing her trance.
"Nah! It's okay," he said. "They know how I feel about you, and that
I'll take good care of you."
I started to panic. I didn't want to go gallivanting off alone with
Brad! This was Cathy's boyfriend, and the last thing I needed was to
be alone with a boy, especially one that knew Cathy well. By the time
I got my thoughts together, he had taken me to the amusement park;
telling me it was lucky we both just happened to be there at the same
time. I just smiled at him and agreed, but inside I was telling
myself to keep calm and not blow it for Cathy.
Brad took me over to where a big Ferris wheel stood, saying, "Come
on, I know you love these things." He seemed puzzled at my
reluctance.
Oh no, I thought. I hate these things! I have a fear of heights, but
I couldn't just leave Cathy's body. Not while it was still in the
trance. And even if I knew the key phrase I didn't know if I could
trigger it by saying it myself. If I did anything out of character
that damaged Cathy's relationship with Brad I wouldn't forgive
myself, especially since she was willing to share her body.
Brad never let go my hand as he paid for the ride, and I smiled at
him as he helped me in, though I was cringing inwardly.
As we started to move Brad put his arm around my shoulders, and I
tried to recapture Cathy's thoughts from this morning. I let the
memories flow over me as I pretended to be Cathy in thought, as well
as body. It seemed to help, as I relaxed, and even turned to Brad to
say thanks.
The next thing I knew, Brad had brought his head down and kissed me
full on the mouth! As I started to protest he slipped his tongue in
my mouth and started tongue wrestling. I started to fade at that
moment, my mind just couldn't handle it! Was I a girl with a guy's
mind, or a man with a mind filled with feelings of love and warmth
for another man?
I didn't pull away.
Why?
I'm not sure, but to tell the truth I was kind of curious, caught up
with the feelings as the body reacted to the stimulus. I just let it
happen, and as my nipples went hard, and other feelings started to
flood my body with rippling tingling feelings, I began to kiss back.
Our tongues flicking together like snakes entwining.
At last we broke for air, and I pulled away, blushing. I thought I
must be gay to be kissing a guy and getting turned on by it.
Then I realised we were nearly at the top of the wheel and I got
scared. I hate heights and I felt very insecure in this flimsy cage.
I held on to Brad for security, but he got the wrong idea and hugged
me back, and kissed me again. I was so confused that by the time the
ride was over, I was walking in a daze. Brad held my unresisting hand
and walked me back to my parents, asking when would he see me again.
I told him I'd ring him.
As we neared where mom and dad were sitting, I could see them
watching us, and I got a little self-conscious about holding hands,
so I turned to brad and said, "I can take it from here, see you later
okay?"
As we let our hands part he grabbed another kiss, and walked away
whistling.
Still a bit dazed from the kisses, I walked back to mom, and sat
down. They gave each other the "Look," and said, "It looked as if you
enjoyed that."
Lost for words, I numbly grabbed a sandwich and started to eat, while
I thought.
"I'm so confused, mom. This body is telling me one thing, and my mind
has been influenced by Cathy's feelings I experienced this morning."
Oops! Why did I let that slip?
Oh, oh! Now both parents were looking at me with questions in their
eyes.
"Oh?" Said Mom innocently, but in a tone of voice that meant, "Fess
up, or there'll be trouble."
I sighed and regaled them with the story of this morning's incident
between mouthfuls of sandwich (which mom disapproved of as unladylike
behavior). I left out only the most intimate, personal feelings. I
admitted experiencing Cathy's feelings for Brad, and that I'd felt
like I was Cathy for a time.
Mom looked at me and said, "Just make sure you don't lose yourself in
her again. I don't want to lose you twice in one lifetime."
"I'll be careful, Mom," I replied. "I have no intentions of going
yet."
I started to sniffle, and we hugged again.
"Is Cathy coming out at all today?" I asked. I thought it was a shame
she was missing out on everything.
"We'll see," said Mom.
While we finished lunch and Dad put the picnic gear away Mom dragged
me over to the mall. Surprisingly there was a clothing boutique
showing the latest fashions with some very chic clothing on display.
"Now this is more like it," mom said.
Here we go again, I thought, as mom coerced me into the shop, saying,
"You may as well have the full experience being a female, and this is
a big part in any woman's life."
Looking round inside, Mom made a beeline for the dress racks, pulling
some down off their hangers and holding them against me.
"There" she said "Isn't that just you?"
"How would I know, mom?" I replied sourly. "I'm not sure just who I
am anymore."
She just gave me that look that said, 'I know what's best for you,'
and gave me the black cocktail dress with its thin spaghetti straps
and ruffles and told me to go try it on.
I looked around for the changing rooms, and as I started to walk over
I thought that if someone had told me I'd be doing this two days ago
I'd have thought them crazy. By the time I reached the small cubicle
with its large mirror on one of the walls I could see mom following
with another couple of dresses over her arm. Dreading having to model
more dresses, I slipped my sundress off and unzipped the cocktail
gown, stepping into it and pulling it up. I slipped my arms though
the straps, wondering how I would reach to zip myself up. Amazingly,
I discovered I could reach behind my back with no problem. Cathy's
arms were more flexible than mine.
Mom entered the cubicle and told me the gown suited me. As I looked
in the mirror I had to agree. I looked stunning, a model of
femininity. The satin lining of the gown felt cool against my body,
and although it was figure hugging, it felt comfortable. The
sensations where arousing Cathy's body and giving me feelings that
were confusing. Here I was looking like possible date material
(excluding the fact this was my sister) but I wasn't dating this girl
-- I was the girl!
" I can't do this anymore. I need a break to think things over," I
told Mom.
"Okay" said mom, "I guess Cathy deserves a turn now."
"First," I said, "I need to leave her a note, to let her in on
everything that happened with Brad."
Mom got a pen and a small pad out of her voluminous bag, and I
scribbled down a quick note, detailing what went on so she wouldn't
be left wondering. Then mom said, "Okay, Cathy's time."
All at once I felt Cathy wake within me, and I relinquished the body
with some relief. But, as you may have guessed, I could still feel
that gown on my body. As I watched Cathy shake her head as if clear
it of any lingering sleepiness, I felt I shouldn't linger there. Even
though her body was no mystery any more I still felt like a voyeur
staying there while she was undressing.
I drifted outside and waited till they had decided they had enough.
When they came out I saw they had bought something, and I had a good
guess what it was. Even my male mind knew what looked great, and that
black number certainly did. We gathered back at the car, and as we
drove back I put my hand part way into Cathy's body again for some
contact. When we got home I saw mom hand Cathy the note I'd written,
and Cathy went to her room to read it. As I watched her open it and
read, I saw her eyes widen in surprise. Then she started to giggle,
and she quickly got another pad from her drawer and started to write
in it. I looked over her shoulder and read while she finished it.
"John, I'm glad you had a good time in my body, and I wish I was
there, but I'm glad you thought of leaving a note. It makes things
easier for me. You'll have to tell me what you thought of kissing
Brad. He's so nice and I love him, and I think he loves me too.
Please tag along tomorrow, when I go to school. I won't mind you
being with me, even in the toilets. It doesn't worry me in the
least."
She left the note on the dresser and went out to the kitchen to help
with dinner.
That night when Cathy went to bed I waited till she fell asleep, then
merged quickly and reached for the note pad. I wrote a message for
her to see in the morning, giving her my explanation of what I had
felt about Brad as best as I could. Then I wrote that I would stay by
her tomorrow. I left the note propped up so she would see it and
exited her body. Wondering whether I needed, or even if I could
sleep, I lay across her bed so that I was in contact with just a
small section of her body so I wouldn't completely be in a sensory
deprived state. Somehow, I managed to rest. I wouldn't call it sleep
-- more of a waking dream state -- but at least I didn't have stay in
that silent world again.
In the morning I watched as she showered and dressed, marveling at
her supple body. I found myself looking at her in a non-sexual way,
just watching her actions and the way she moved. I supposed having no
male hormones left helped, but I was thinking that the next time I
had use of her body It would be easier to emulate her if I studied
the way she moved and interacted with people.
After breakfast I followed her to school and just watched as she
talked to her friends. Looking at her friends, I contemplated whether
to do a partial merge with Cathy, but decided not to at this point.
The school day passed slowly for me, but I thought at least I was
still here to get bored, and not atomised into oblivion.
When school came out Cathy started to walk home with her friends.
Another girl came up to the group and seemed to be making insulting
remarks to Cathy. She was a nice looking girl, or would have been if
not for the garish makeup, and all the rings. Her black spiked-up
hair and her choice of clothes left little to be desired. Her leather
jacket and shiny black pants gave her a rather Goth-looking
appearance. I could tell from Cathy's statement that she was scared
of this loud and obviously abusive girl, so I started to merge with
Cathy to hear what was going on. By this time Cathy's friends had
backed away and were leaving Cathy alone to deal with this bully. As
I entered Cathy, I could hear what was being said,
"I'm going to teach you a lesson for ratting on me in class," the
girl shouted. I heard your brother got killed in that disaster in the
desert. Well I'm glad. It serves you right. I guess it was just
John's time," she sneered.
At those words I felt Cathy start to slump as she entered the trance
state. Luckily I managed to take over her body in time to stop it
falling to the ground. As I gained control I straightened up and
glared back at the girl facing me, and said to her, "Get off my case!
You can't bully me."
When she heard that she started to grab me, but I know a little more
about fighting than Cathy, and I managed to flip the girl to the
ground, even though it was an effort using Cathy's weaker body. As
she picked herself off the ground she screamed at me that I had
ripped her pants. Backing away, she shouted that I would regret it,
which started me worrying for Cathy's safety.
As the girl ran off I tried saying the key phrase out loud, but it
didn't work. I realized someone besides Cathy had to trigger it.
Thinking about the effects that the fight would have on Cathy's
relationship with the girl, I absent -mindedly started to walk home
using my old shortcut that I used to use as a boy -- across the old
railway trestle bridge. It was dangerous, and mom always threatened
me with dire consequences if I continued to go that way.
I was halfway across the trestle when I heard the squeal of wheels
braking on the other side. Looking across the bridge, I saw the girl
again getting out a red sports car. A large youth was sitting in the
driver's seat. He was attired in black with chains hanging round his
neck, and he looked a likely candidate for the prison system. He got
out, and sat on the bonnet of the car, watching, as the girl paused,
at the edge of the trestle, obviously as scared of heights as I am.
The ravine was over a hundred feet deep. Now, I hear you ask, what
was I doing on the trestle when I'm scared of heights? Well, the
simple explanation is that I had tried to overcome my fear by
attempting the crossing, and had succeeded to a certain extent. My
fear had diminished, but mainly because I was used to it. Other high
places, like the Ferris wheel, still give me the creeps.
The guy on the car laughed at her and egged her on, saying she was
chicken. At that she started to walk towards me. I stopped in the
middle, one hand holding onto the low single side rail. As she
neared, she started to curse the bridge and me. Finally, when she was
within arms length, she stopped and looked over the side of the
bridge, and said, "This is convenient. I think you're that upset
about John, and that you decided to kill yourself."
Now I started to get concerned. Surely she didn't think she could get
away with trying to throw me over the bridge?
To be continued..........
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