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John's Gift
by: Prudence Walker
Chapter three
I could see in her eyes the thought taking hold, and as she lunged at me I had time to
dodge sideways. Too late she saw her mistake, and as she tried to stop herself I saw
her slip and lose her balance, falling over the rail with a soul-chilling scream. As her
legs were going over I grabbed them, not just with Cathy's hands but my own ghostly
ones as well, that's how scared I was of seeing her fall. Nobody deserves to die that
way, even if she was a bully.
Several things happened at once. I heard the guy yell as he saw what had happened
and heard him start to run towards us. As I grabbed with my inner self I found myself
merging with her, but instead of feeling the normal thoughts, I heard this piercing
mental shriek that seemed to be fading away. I started to feel Cathy's grip slacken,
then it felt like I was sucked into the girl like there was a vacuum, not the usual gentle
merging. As I felt myself fill her body I could feel Cathy's hands loosening. With no
one to keep the muscles tight with a controlling thought they were beginning to relax.
I shouted in my mind, but found it came out my/her mouth as well.
"Cathy's time!"
Cathy reacted with lightening speed, and as I felt her grip tighten on my legs I heard
the guy shout, "Hold on, I'll get her!"
I felt more hands pulling on my legs, and they started pulling me up and back over the
rail, scratching my arms on the wooden railing. As I got back to my/her feet I was
conscious of a couple of things. One, I was in control of this body there seemed to be
no one in here but me, and two, the guy was hugging me and asking if I was okay.
Not knowing what was going on, I just broke free from the guy and whispered in
Cathy's ear, "It's John. I'm in her body."
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she thought quickly, and said with a wink, "Are you
sure you're okay, Jan?"
"Yes, Cathy," I replied, silently thanking her for giving me this body's name.
The guy started to glare at Cathy, saying, "This is all your fault."
I looked at him and shouted for him to get back to the car, as I wanted to talk with
Cathy. He looked at me strangely for a second, but complied with my wishes.
Quickly, before he got suspicious, I asked Cathy if she knew who he was. She said
she thought his name was Nick, which I thought very appropriate considering my
earlier thoughts.
I told Cathy I'd ring her as soon as I got Jan's body home. I paused, then asked if she
knew where she lived, but Cathy shook her head saying she didn't know.
I walked back to the car, repressing the urge to walk away from Nick as fast as I
could, and told him I didn't feel well. I asked him to take me home (wherever that
was). Trying to avoid his attempts at kissing me, I shifted as far away from him as I
could, saying the fall had shaken me and I wasn't feeling well.
As we drove I watched where we were going. I needed to be able to tell Cathy where I
was.
We arrived at an upmarket neighbourhood and stopped outside some tall gates
controlled by a video camera, and a speaker box. I Gesturing to Nick to do the
honours. He glanced towards me, and I hunched down in the seat as he spoke into the
speaker.
"Miss Carmichael and guest," he said, smirking as the gates opened. Wheels spun on
the gravel drive as he drove along the tree-lined avenue. The drive opened up to a
house that took my breath away. To call it a house was an understatement. It was
more like a small mansion. I looked at Nick to see if he was trying to pull a fast one
on me, but he pulled up at the front doorway. I got out resisting any assistance from
Nick, saying I'd be okay.
I went to open the door, but found it had started to open already by a man in butler's
livery.
"Good afternoon, Miss Carmichael," I heard in a somewhat sour voice.
"Hello yourself," I said. "I'm not feeling very well. I nearly fell off the railway bridge
near school."
The butler's face underwent a few strange expressions, as if I had said something so
unusual that it belied understanding. Maybe it was. I couldn't guess how Jan usually
greeted the butler, but obviously it wasn't with anything pleasant. As I stepped into
the large entryway, I saw a huge staircase. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings,
and I stood there gawking at the obvious wealth within the mansion. Jan lives here?
Then why does she hang with that lout, and wear such horrid clothing as she had on?
The butler had, by this time, signaled a maid and had told her I was not well, and that
I'd had a traumatic experience. The maid looked at me with an exasperated statement
and said, "I'll run a bath for you while you go upstairs and change."
I followed her upstairs, and I had just started looking for my bedroom when a very
attractive woman opened a door from the landing. She saw me and gestured me into
another room and closed the door.
"Jan we are having very important guests tonight, and if you don't try and dress
suitably and mind your manners, then I'll just have the cook send your dinner up to
your room."
"Yes mum," I said quietly, not knowing if that was how Jan usually greeted her mom.
By the look on her face I could tell something was wrong, but whether it was the
'mum,' or just because I had agreed to her without argument, I wasn't sure.
When Jan's mom left I looked around the room, realising for the first time this was my
room now. It was nicely furnished, but not overly feminine, almost as if someone
(probably Jan) had tried to rebel against being a typical girl. There was a large walk-in
wardrobe, and out of curiosity I went in to check it out. Near the front was a
collection of clothes similar to the style I was wearing (a little cleaner though).
Behind them on hangers, were loads of beautiful dresses, skirts, blouses and gowns,
most of which were covered with plastic garment bags, as if in storage. I took one out
to look at it more closely. It was practically new, and if it had been worn I couldn't
tell. How odd.
I turned around and saw a phone, and I remembered my promise to ring Cathy. I
picked the up the phone and dialed our number. She answered after about three rings,
and I told her it was John. She started asking questions rapidly, but I told her I didn't
know exactly what had happened. I found that I couldn't leave this body like Cathy's,
and it looked like I was stuck inside it for the moment. I also told her that I couldn't
sense anyone else in the body. Unless Jan was in a deep coma, I couldn't think of why
she should be absent. Then Cathy joked that maybe she died of fright when she
thought she was falling off the bridge.
Suddenly, that thought made chilling sense. Was it true? Was she gone? Had I
replaced her?
I had heard of people dying of fright, so it wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. If
that was true, what did that mean to me? Was I truly stuck in here till I died a natural
death, or if threatened again would I jump, leaving the body?
Or take it with me?
There were no ready answers, so I concentrated on the here and now. How could I
live in a stranger's body with parents that knew the old inhabitant?
I told Cathy where I lived, and she said that was a very rich neighborhood. I laughed
and told her Jan's parents were so rich they had servants.
"WOW! Boy, did you luck out!" Cathy replied.
"Yeah right," I said. "Real lucky to be stuck in a new body with parents whose names
I don't even know."
I told Cathy that if nothing changed I'd see her in school the next day to talk more. I
hung up and thought about what I was going to do next.
Hearing a noise in the next room, I remembered the maid saying she would run a bath.
I opened a connecting door and found myself in a huge bathroom where a bath was
being filled. The maid was still there, adding what smelled like scented bath salts.
As I entered she looked up at me and said, "Lets have those clothes. They need
cleaning and repairing by the look of them."
I looked at them on the floor and replied, "Just chuck them. I'm not wearing them ever
again, or the ones in the closet like these."
The maid's eyes widened in surprise, "Yes miss," she said, surprise clearly heard in
her voice.
"Thanks, and can you call me Jan." I said, trying to think of a way to get more
information from her without her suspecting anything. "Can you help me?" I asked. "I
almost fell off the railway bridge, and my arms are sore, and I'm not sure I can get
these clothes off, without help."
The maid came over, and started to help me undress, while I pretended to be injured.
When she saw the scratches on my arms and legs, she asked what had happened. So I
recounted the events to her.
"I slipped while walking with a friend, and she saved me from falling right off the
bridge. I hit my head on the railing going over and my memory seems to have some
gaps. In fact I can't even recall your name."
"It's Julie miss-er Jan" she said looking worried.
"I'll be fine, but would you mind helping me get dressed after my bath?"
"Just ring for me when you're ready," she said, eyeing me as if I was going bite her
any second.
Sitting in the hot bath was very soothing, and I had plenty of opportunity to explore
this new body. It was about 5'7"tall, slender like Cathy, but with long, black hair that
hung just past my shoulders now that I had unpinned and its soft natural waves could
flow freely. I had washed all the makeup off and discovered I had a pale complexion,
with long eyelashes and thinly arched eyebrows. .
I tried to decide what I was going to do after my bath, and I came to the conclusion to
just be myself (whoever that turned out to be). I decided not to try to emulate Jan, and
if there was any comment then I'd just say I had a life changing experience on the
bridge (which just happened to be true). While I was washing myself I found time to
explore that special piece of feminine anatomy in great detail. It was so different and
so sensitive! My exploring finger found that little nub, and it sent such delicious
feelings racing through my body! I didn't want to stop, but I forced myself to think of
my future as a young girl, and that brought some semblance of decorum. I examined
my now slender hands and saw there was no nail polish, and unlike Cathy's nails, MY
nails needed some shaping.
WHOA! SHAPING? Whatever put that thought in my head? Was that idea a remnant
of Cathy's thoughts? Hmm, I wondered if there's any more of Cathy's thoughts
lingering in my head. If there was it might help me now.
Finally I got out of the bath and dried myself on a nice soft towel, feeling my body
tingle as I gently rubbed it against my perky breasts. I wrapped it around me girl style
and walked back to my bedroom. I had managed to keep my hair dry -- That was
something I didn't want to tackle just yet.
Looking around my room, I found a button near my bed on the wall. I guessed this
would bring the maid, and I pressed it. While I waited for Julie I looked in my dresser
drawers and found some panties and a matching bra, so I put them on. I had only a
little difficulty with the bra. After that I went over to the walk-in wardrobe, looking
for something to wear, when I heard a quiet knock on the door.
.
"Come in," I called, and Julie came over to the wardrobe and watched me sort though
the clothes. I asked her what should I wear for the dinner, and she gave me another
strange look.
"Are you sure you want to wear something nice for a change, and not your usual
clothes?" She asked.
I looked at her for a moment, thinking of a suitable reply. "Look, from now on I just
want to be a normal girl, okay? Forget the past, that's gone. I'm a whole new girl and I
want to fit in."
I pulled a long dress off the rack and asked her if it was suitable. She then started to
get enthusiastic, and brought out a few more saying they would be more appropriate,
given the sort of guests we were having. I looked them over and settled on a light blue
gown that came down to my calves. It was gathered at the bodice and had a modest
neckline. I asked Julie for more advice, and she seemed to open up more and started
giving me tips on what sort of makeup I should use and what shoes went with the
dress.
I started to pull the gown on, but she stopped me and explained I needed a slip first,
and also stockings. She opened a drawer full of stockings and pantyhose in a
bewildering array of colours, and I looked askance at her. She gave me a pair of light
coloured pantyhose, and I started pulling them on carefully as I had seen Cathy do. I
reveled in the way they made my legs feel as they hugged me in a sensuous grip.
Next, I put on a satin slip, and Julie helped me into the gown and zipped it up. I felt it
hug my curves in a cool caress.
Then I moved over to the lovely vanity filled with pots and tubes of assorted makeup,
some of which looked unopened. I studied myself in the mirror, and I knew I looked
stunning in the gown, but my hair and face needed work.
Now I need to explain. Why, you ask, was I so interested in looking as feminine as I
could? Well, the simple truth was that I was now a female, and from the look of
things, stuck. So I was forced to either fit in or try to deny my femininity, which
seemed to have done Jan little good. Also, having spent some time in Cathy's body,
both in real time and as a passenger, I had picked up her love of looking beautiful.
The oddness of wearing dresses and makeup seemed to have faded, and dare I say it
felt almost normal.
I sat in front of the mirror thinking of what I had to do, but I had no idea how to
accomplish the task. I quailed at the thought of having to do my own makeup. I
looked at Julie with a helpless look.
"I don't know how to look normal anymore. It's been so long. Can you suggest
something?" I pleaded.
Julie smiled and said, "Of course I'll help you. Ever since I came to work here you
have insisted on wearing scruffy clothes and wearing, well I can't call it makeup --
More like 'makedown,' if you ask me. I've been wanting to get my hands on you to see
how you'd look made up nicely."
I sighed in relief at one hurdle overcome, and then I remarked, "Well, I'm going to
need help in the morning too, for when I go to school."
Julie said she would wake me early so we could get ready. I thanked her again, which
I could see really surprised her, but it came from a truly different Jan.
I turned to face Julie so she could work on my face, and she started working on me.
She applied a light base to half my face and explained what she was doing and got me
to do the other half, using my fingers to smooth it evenly over my skin. I tried to get
back into Cathy's relaxed frame of mind, and it seemed to work because I couldn't tell
the difference from Julie's work and my efforts. Julie then selected a light blusher and
highlighted my cheekbone. Again I had no trouble imitating her technique.
Then came my eyes, and Julie put a light Gray eye shadow over my eyelids then a
blue colour, using progressively lighter shades of blue. I struggled to do my half, but
she seemed pleased with my progress. After that, came mascara and eyeliner, which I
managed by not really thinking about what I was doing. I just let go and allowed
Cathy's autopilot to guide me, and it came out fine.
Turning to my hair, Julie teased it with a small wand like brush and a curling iron,
pinning most of my hair up on my head and leaving several coils coming down, just
near the front of my ears. I could feel the weight of my hair now that it was piled on
my head, and as I moved I felt top heavy, but Julie assured me it wouldn't fall.
During all this time I hadn't fully looked at myself, instead concentrating on what
Julie was doing. Finally, she handed me a pearl necklace with two strands of small
pearls, then gave me a lovely set of pearl drop earrings. I put them in, struggling a
little; finally I looked at myself in the mirror.
OH MY GOD! I was beautiful! The Jan I saw on the bridge was gone, and in her
place was a ravishing beauty! Was this really me? I was speechless.
"One last thing," Julie said. "Your nails need filing, and will need some nice polish."
"Okay," I replied.
Julie shaped my nails quickly, and with skill, and soon they were nicely rounded.
Then she gave me a bottle of pale pink polish, and I found polishing my nails was the
easiest part of getting ready (it reminded me of when I used to paint my models). I
had to use my left hand to paint my right hand nails, so that went a little slower, but I
was very satisfied with the results.
I looked at myself once more, and thought something was missing. After a moment it
came to me. Lipstick. I picked up a pink tube and applied it carefully, doing a great
job (if I do say so myself).
Julie then handed me my shoes. They had a two-inch heel, but I knew I would have
no trouble walking in them since I had managed in Cathy's 3-inch heels.
Finally, Julie handed me a pair of long white, elbow length gloves, and I was ready.
By then Julie was smiling openly, and gave me a critical once over. She gave me a
quick squirt of Channel no.5 perfume and smiled broadly.
"You're ready," she announced. "And don't you look beautiful!"
I blushed and went to Julie and hugged her. She hugged me back and said, "You
really have changed. The old Jan never showed such affection."
"She's gone forever," I said, realising as I said it that it was true.
Jan had gone -- To where I don't know -- but I vowed then and there that I would try
to be the best I could at being the new Jan. Female or not, I was alive and in a healthy
young body. So what if it was female? Half the population got along being female and
so would I. My only worry was how I would relate to boys. But I shrugged off those
thoughts and concentrated instead on the upcoming dinner. Could I pull it off? Would
seeing me dressed as I was shock my new parents into silence? Maybe the effort I had
made to be a good girl would cause them to forgive any mistakes I might make, if for
no other reason than to keep me from reverting to the 'old' me.
We heard a deep gong sound, and Julie said, "It's time for your debut. Good luck!"
I took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door and stepped out onto the landing.
There was no one there so I walked gracefully towards the stairs. As I started down I
concentrated on keeping my balance by looking at where my feet were. I didn't see
my new parents until the last step. When I looked up I saw Jan's mom and dad
watching me in disbelief.
I smiled at them. "Well, do I past muster?" I asked.
Jan's mom gasped and said, "Whatever happened to our child?"
"Someone has replaced her with this vision," replied Jan's dad.
"Daddy, do you really like the way I look?" I asked, giving him a shy smile, and
hoping 'daddy' wasn't too much.
"Of course I do, but . . ." His eyes went hard as if trying to see if there was some
hidden joke to my appearance. "You'd better not be trying to pull a fast one on us
young lady, because if this is some joke you'll regret this, I assure you."
"Oh no, daddy (I must have lucked out on that). Today I had a life changing
experience, and I've decided to be a new Jan. I would like to start afresh, if possible."
I walked up to them and held out my arms for a hug. They hesitated, but only for a
second, then they both gathered me up in a hug. By the time we broke, tears were
glistening in my eyes at the thought that maybe, this was the first step in accepting
and being accepted into my new life.
'Mom' looked at me, then at Jan's dad and said, "I truly believe we have our daughter
back."
Inwardly I thought, 'Boy, do they ever have it wrong.' But I didn't dwell on the might
haves or could be's. I was just happy to be alive and have someone who still loved me,
even if it was a sort of borrowed love. Now don't get me wrong. I still loved my
parents and planned on seeing them regularly, but a girl (a GIRL! what a strange
thought that is) has to have love and support at home, and this was my home now, like
it or not.
We walked hand in hand into the dining room to behold a lavishly set table with
shining silverware, and a nice chandelier overhead. Now would come the test, a test I
had to pass.
Another thought then occurred to me. What if they come out with food like caviar or
some other exotic stuff? Could I manage it, or would I embarrass them by being
unable to eat it? I froze for a moment, unsure of where my place was, but 'daddy'
pulled out a chair for me, and gestured for me to sit. I remembered to sweep my gown
under me like a lady, and I managed not to look clumsy as 'dad' pushed my seat closer
to the table. We waited while the guests came in, and I turned to watch them enter.
A large man with a moustache shook hands with 'dad' and said, "Glad to see you
Keith."
Hmm, so that was my new dad's name. That was one mystery solved.
"Ben, I'd like you to meet my daughter Jan," My new father said as an elegant woman
in a lovely silk turquoise gown entered and walked over to my 'mom.' She hugged her
and looked over at me. "Who is this, Sophie?" She asked.
I blushed and lowered my head a little, not wanting to say anything.
"Oh, Carol, this is my daughter Jan. I don't think you met her last time you were here.
At least not this Jan."
A slightly puzzled statement crossed Carol's face, and my mom said, "I'll explain
later," with a wink in my direction.
Then Carol called out, "Sam get in here already, there's someone you must meet."
I looked up and saw a young man in a suit. He looked very uncomfortable. He was
taller than me by several inches, and had wavy blonde hair that looked as if he spent
lots of time in the sun. He had a wiry frame, not skinny, but with a sense of hidden
strength. He came over to us and Carol introduced me to him. He took my hand and
gave it a quick shake, then seemed to change his mind and gently kissed the back of it
as he gazed into my face. I blushed. This was something I had never experienced, and
I wasn't sure how to react.
Sam was seated across from me and took every opportunity to look at me, not with a
leer, but with the polite gaze of someone who appreciated the view.
Dinner went well and I remembered my manners. I tried to eat a little of everything,
but I was too nervous to eat much. Looking back on it, I believe I gave the impression
of being a dainty eater. Me, a dainty eater! Sheesh! Oh well, that's something else I'll
have to remember. No picking up anything with my fingers, like I used to do (the
gloves helped me there as I couldn't pick up food with them on anyway).
Once dinner was over Sam came up to me and asked if I'd like to walk with him
around the grounds. After a moment's thought I agreed, thinking I needed to
familiarise myself with my new home. So with him taking my hand, we went outside
into the warm evening air. We walked around the grounds, and I got an idea of just
how wealthy my new parents were. As we passed a gardener working in a rose
garden, Sam went over and asked the man for a rose. He gave Sam a lovely red one,
and Sam returned and presented it to me, saying, "A rose for a rose."
I blushed as red as the rose and thanked him shyly.
As we walked along I slipped when my heel caught in a crack in the walk. I over
balanced and nearly fell, but Sam caught me with his arm and pulled me close to him.
He kept his arm around me after I recovered, and we continued on.
I was terribly confused. There I was, walking with a guy in an intimate setting, with
his arm around me and yet I wasn't repulsed. It seemed natural, yet very odd as well. I
decide not to think too much about it, and just enjoy the moment. Later, when we
were about to re-enter the house, he stopped and turned to me,
"I enjoyed your company tonight," he said, "and I hope to see you again. Maybe we
could go out on a date?"
I looked up at him, smiled, and said, "Yes maybe we could, but I'll let you know,
okay?"
Then Sam took my face in his hands and gently turned it up to his and kissed me, full
on the lips.
To be continued...
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