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Spirited Away
by Samantha
* * *
Prologue
"There comes a time in the events of humanity when no logic can suffice; when
even the greatest proponents of reason are forced to give way to the
unexplainable."
* * *
Chapter 1
I threw my backpack down on my bed, disgustedly. Mr. Grimmer had just given
us yet another thirty page paper to write--by Thursday, no less!--and on some
stupid Indian book that read as though it had been run through and electronic
translator, all the words scrambled and put into a paper bag, and an editor
taking out one by painstaking one and placing them into sentences on a paper.
Not the highest point on which anyone would want to end a day. That plus a
stupid three hour football practice left me basically unable to function that
evening. I didn't even eat dinner--I just took a short shower and collapsed
on my bed. I figured that if I woke up, I could do some homework, but if I
didn't, so much the better. I woke up anyway about half an hour later--it was
only 6:50 by then--to the sound of the telephone ringing. I didn't want to
ignore it, but I did anyway. It rang again. Again I ignored it. A third time.
I finally rolled over, picked it up, and said, "Yes?" There was no voice, no
recorded message, just static for two seconds and then a dial tone.
Dismayed--I had to get up just for this!--I tossed the phone rather
carelessly back onto its receiver. Well, I was up--I might as well get to
some homework, I thought.
Sitting down at my computer, English notebook in hand, I opened a new
word-processing document to plan out my ideas for this paper. Ugh. 6:52 by
now. I knew I had to get some of it done, and I figured I could probably
spend the next three hours working, so I could maybe write ten pages by 10:00
tonight. I just didn't want to do it. I signed onto AOL instead. "You've got
mail," the annoying baritone informed me, as usual. I sighed, clicked on the
mailbox, and saw 37 messages. I deleted them. Dejected, I signed off, and
looked for something to do. But my mind called back: Go do your homework. I
knew it had to be done, so I re-opened the word processor and began to write.
I got as far as writing my name--Jack LaRue--and the date in the top corner
before I dazed out by looking at the wall.
Five minutes later, I sneezed. That brought me back to reality. Now sneezing
normally isn't the most noteworthy event, except there was this tingling near
the back of my head I couldn't get rid of. I shook my head buu it wouldn't
clear. And it didn't feel like residual discomfort from the sneeze,
particularly because the sneeze wasn't especially violent, but more like--I
don't know, it felt as though there were actually a *presence* in my head. It
was this tingle I couldn't get rid of. And it annoyed me. It persisted for
the next few hours while I was writing my report, and didn't get any smaller
or even give any sort of hint whatsoever that it was ever planning on leaving
my head. I finished the ten pages I thought would be done by 10:00 at 9:30,
and went on the Internet to go browse around. I came across this page selling
an aluminum cap that was supposed to block ESP and thought-reading powers,
and it was so ridiculously hilarious--the guy writing must have actually
believed this--that I decided I had to forward the URL to several of my
friends. But just before I could, a voice sounded in my head:
"That guy is cute, isn't he?"
It was a light feminine voice, but a completely unfamiliar one. I was
shocked--so shocked, I nearly jumped out of my seat. Then confusion replaced
shock as I realized after a second that it was the tickle talking at me.
"What?" I thought back at it. Don't ask me how I knew it was the tingling
sensation--I just knew.
"That guy in the picture. He's pretty cute. Look at his nose, the way he
wrinkles his eyebrows."
"Who are you?" I thought.
"I am Jenny. I entered your brain through the telephone. Remember that call
with the static? Well, it was the perfect escape opportunity."
"Escape?" I thought furiously. "What are you doing in my brain?!"
"Simple," replied Jenny. "I was really a disembodied spirit, and I'm going to
take over your brain. You may as well not resist--I'm burrowing into deep
corners of it already. You know, there's not really much there. When I'm
done, you'll be nothing but Jenny. Jack LaRue will cease to exist. Some part
of him has already. Perhaps you feel a slight tingling behind your brain?" I
mentally nodded and the tingle seemed to grow larger. "Well, that's me. Where
I am is where you are not. In just a short time, you will not remember
yourself."
"Impossible!" I mentally cried. "You can't-- but how-- what the--"
"Don't be frightened, dear," the voice changed to a sexy, almost amused tone,
"I don't want to hurt you. But I will if you keep resisting me."
"You're not there! I'm imagining you! This is a dream!"
The tingle laughed maniacally.
* * *
Chapter 2
The tingle finished laughing and seemed to be through with her talking, at
least for now. What was going on? I asked. Numbed with confusion and the
annoyance of the tickling feeling at the back of my mind, I searched the
Internet for spirits, exorcisms, and anything else I could use to rid myself
of this girl. I was being possessed, I told myself, but this is real! This
isn't some stupid movie in which the character is compelled to do all sorts
of nasty things while being reduced to the state of some zombie-like
creature! Oh God, what was I going to do?
I took off my clothes, put on my pajamas, and went to bed. I figured I'd deal
with it in the morning. I wasn't looking forward to school at all.
No sooner had I shut my eyes than I began to dream. I was standing up in my
own room, but something was wrong with it. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what
it was, but then I saw a girl standing next to me. She was about 5' 7", very
well-built and well-endowed, with straight blond hair and breasts to make
many girls jealous. Her eyes were a piercing blue and she wore a tight baby
blue T- shirt with jeans that clearly accentuated her generous rear and wide
hips. Damn, she was hot! "Who are you?" I asked.
The girl opened her mouth. "I'm Jenny, dork. You should have figured that
out. This is how I looked before I lost my body. I was forced out. Don't ask-
-I'm not going to tell you. But don't try to resist me taking over your mind.
You have such a perfect body. It will do nicely." She started to step towards
me. I stammered to speak, frightened out of my wits. She continued to
advance. There were about six inches of space between our heads. I tried to
step backwards but crashed into my closet door. Jenny's lips touched mine,
and we locked in a kiss for a few seconds. A warm, fuzzy feeling alerted
every nerve in my body with pleasure. I tried to push her away, but my arms
were powerless. "Don't be scared," she said. "I need you. I won't hurt you.
Yet," she added, almost as an afterthought. She leaned her head into mine and
kissed me again. This time it was fuller, and I could feel my brain being
eaten away. I shoved Jenny away with every fiber of my being and shouted,
"Don't ever do that again! And get out of my brain!"
"Why do you resist?" she asked. "I don't want to hurt you, but if I have to
in order to get your body, I will." Suddenly a sharp pain ran through my
back. I tumbled over, crying out. Then, suddenly, the pain was gone as
unexpectedly as it entered my body. "You see what I can do," Jenny said,
standing over me. "Don't resist."
"Why do you want this?" I asked.
"So I can live again!" Jenny shouted. "So I can be what I am, do what I
did..." She frowned at me. "Two years of being disembodied was not fun, as
you may or may not be able to imagine. I finally hit upon a plan to invade
someone else's mind and begin my life again."
"Why me?"
"Yours was the phone number I happened to find. Oh, I know what you're
thinking. 'I'm a boy, and she's a girl.' Well, my dear, there will be no
trouble for all of this. You see, as a spirit I can do things nobody could
when really alive. So it will all go smoothly--take my word for it. Watch."
I stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what exactly Jenny expected me to
watch. But what I saw next dissolved my mind with numbed horror. Her body
collapsed into a green ball of light, which hovered in the air for a second
and then zipped about my room. It flew into my chest, and I felt the same
tickling feeling all over my body. I felt my pants fall off as my crotch
tightened. My penis and balls retracted into my body. I saw my hands become
more delicate, more feminine. My arms and legs lost their body hair, and I
could feel my chest shrinking. Two lumps of flesh started to grow out of my
chest and push against my shirt, the nipples rubbing and becoming hard. I
felt my hair grow down to my shoulders. My face wrinkled up and then I found
I could move. "What have you done to me?" I shrieked. My voice was high, like
a girl's, and I whirled around to face a mirror. I saw myself--I was an exact
replica of Jenny--minus the clothes, of course. For some reason, staring at
myself as a girl wearing boy's clothes was very disconcerting, so I turned
away from the mirror to find Jenny standing next to me. She put her hand on
my right breast--God, it felt good--and I pushed it away, grunting. She
laughed. "Whoa, look who's getting protective! Female modesty, it must be."
She grinned and shook her head. "Look at yourself. You're me. Gotta do
something about those clothes, though." Again I saw her transform herself
into a ball of green light. She flew into my shirt, and it became a girl's
T-shirt. The green invaded my trousers, and turned them into a sexy blue
miniskirt. My shoes similarly became pink girl sandals. I looked upward at
Jenny again.
"And this is what I will eventually become," I said softly.
"Yes," she gloated. "Good that you have resigned yourself to it. If you
hadn't, I would've had to do something about that. I'm glad I don't." She
transformed herself into a green ball again and zipped away, leaving me
alone. At least here, in this dream, there was no annoying tickle at the back
of my head. I hated what Jenny was doing to me, but what was I to do? Out of
curiosity more than anything, I opened my closet door. There, I saw a neatly
divided and organized closet. Girl jeans hung from the left side; navy blue
school knickers, jumpers, and skirts from the other. Ahead of me hung white
blouses--obviously school uniform--on the right side, and fancy dresses on
the left. Convenient. The floor contained about a dozen pairs of shoes, from
Mary Janes to fancy shoes to sandals like the ones I was wearing. The drawers
held all sorts of T-shirts, socks, bras, and underwear--thank God I hadn't
been introduced to those yet!--and that was about it. As I turned to leave, I
noticed a purple and light blue cheerleading uniform on the door, with
pom-poms and everything. Hell, I thought, I'll just try it on.
That thought scared me. Was I becoming too comfortable with this? I realized
that the uniform aroused me. It made my nipples hard. I took off my clothes,
left them on the floor, and standing there naked in my own closet inhabited
with feminine garments, took down the cheerleading uniform. I suddenly
realized that I had to be wearing appropriate undergarments, so I put the
uniform back up, and found a pair of panties. I slipped them on over my now
dick-less crotch--that was a weird sensation--and the silky feeling of the
underwear would have made me want to orgasm, were I still a boy. I then found
a bra, with cups that looked big enough to support my rather generous
breasts, and succeeded, after several missed attempts, to put it on. I can't
explain why, but I felt restricted by the bra. I just guess I wasn't
accustomed to wearing something there. The bra straps were also getting on my
nerves, but I ignored them. I then put on the uniform--feet first, and zipped
it up the back, no small feat of dexterity. I loved the feeling! I wanted to
jump up and down and never get out of this! But it wasn't me. I was a boy. My
name was Jack, not Jenny. Oh God, what was I doing?
* * *
Chapter 3
I woke up suddenly. I could still feel Jenny tingling at the back of my
brain, but my body seemed to be normal. Thank goodness. The clock near my bed
read 7:00. God, I overslept! The dream seemed so short, and yet...
Businesslike, I got up, took a very quick shower, and was done by 7:10. I had
ten minutes to get dressed and eat breakfast, otherwise I'd be late to
school. Ninth grade was not the year you wanted to be late--you had to make a
good impression on the teachers because you had to spend three more years
with them--so I hurried along. Thank God also my clothes were back to normal.
If only I could get the tickle out of my head...
"Jenny, are you still there?" I questioned the tingle silently.
"Of course, nitwit," she replied, in an amused tone. "Do you think I'd leave
now?"
No, I didn't, I thought to myself. "Good," Jenny replied back. Damn! I had
forgotten that she could read my thoughts. "Silly boy, of course." Damn!
Again! "Just shut up, OK?" she told me. I hastened to comply.
School passed uneventfully. Thank God--and I say this without fear of
sounding cliche--it was a Friday, because I needed the weekend. I could just
not deal with whatever was going on inside of my brain during the week, when
I also had schoolwork to worry about, and football, et cetera. Well. Finally,
as the bus dropped me off at home, Jenny spoke to me. She had been silent all
throughout my classes, I thought quizzically.
"I didn't want to disturb you. You seem as though you're doing several really
important things," she said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "Like
chemistry. And phys. ed. Well, when I'm through with with what I'm going to
do to you, 'chemistry' and 'physical education' will hold completely
different meanings for you." I shuddered. "By the way," Jenny continued,
"isn't that boy Marc cute? I love his hair. You will too," she added, almost
as an afterthought.
"Any other news for me?" I thought at her, somewhat facetiously.
"Oh yeah," she said. "Your body is now 10% female. I decided to start with a
tender area. Touch your chest." Numbly, I did. It was soft, fleshy, and it
felt pleasurable to touch them. "Your breasts are beginning to grow." As if I
hadn't noticed. "Why?" I thought. Jenny was silent.
I got home from the bus stop, did my homework, ate dinner, and attended to
all the various things that needed doing--I even completed another eight
pages of my book report--and began to get ready for bed. I realized that it
was 10:00 pm, and the tickle was making my mind feel exhausted, as well as my
body. I pulled off my shirt and stared down at two mounds of flesh. I had
breasts! I nearly fainted from shock and tumbled over onto my bed. My breasts
jiggled around, making me moan with pleasure. I gingerly touched one and the
shock was so beautiful--this was better than any time I had ever
masturbated!--I nearly died. I judged them to be about a B-cup. "That's
right," spoke Jenny from the back corner of my brain--I forgot she was
there!--"Yes, I'm still here, of course, and your breasts will be fully grown
by tomorrow morning." Part of me was excited, but the rest wondered how in
hell I was going to hide the changes from my family. "Come up with some
excuse. Stay in bed; say you're sick. They won't bother you." I agreed with
her.
In the meantime, I changed into my pajamas, and then brushed my teeth in the
bathroom. While doing that, I not only noticed my newly grown breasts but
also that my eyes had changed color from their usual light brown to a
piercing shade of blue. I could feel the tingle laughing--no, chuckling in
amusement. "Don't worry," purred Jenny, "only a short time now. You'll be a
full-fledged girl in no time. Don't be afraid." Involuntarily, I began to
tremble.
"How am I going to hide this from my family?" I asked her. Silence responded.
Knowing that she didn't know and was unwilling to admit that to me, I tucked
myself into bed and promptly fell asleep.
* * *
Chapter 4
I was standing in a classroom at school. One look at my body confirmed that I
was still Jack LaRue, and Jenny hadn't shown up yet. I was wearing my normal
male clothes--jeans, a T-shirt, sneakers--and had a backpack on my back.
Nobody else was in the classroom besides Alice, one of my friends. She was
watching me with a strange look on her face. "Jenny," she said to me, "what
are you waiting for? Practice begins in only ten minutes!"
I looked at her. "What are you talking about?" My voice sounded high and
feminine--like Jenny's--but I accepted this as normal. I experienced a
distant feeling that something was wrong with that--that Jack shouldn't be
talking like that--and why did Alice address me as Jenny?--but I shrugged it
all off.
"Cheerleading practice! Come on, you've got to go change into your uniform."
I realized that I was holding my--Jenny's--cheerleading uniform in my right
hand, and suddenly knew what I had to do with it. Quickly finding the nearest
restroom, I ducked into it. Nobody else was in it, thankfully, so I went over
the first open stall I saw. But on the way I managed to catch a glimpse of
myself in the mirror. I looked like Jenny! My hair was long and straight, my
face was delicate, I had real breasts, and my lips were fuller. I looked down
at myself only to see my own familiar body, but when I looked in the mirror,
Jenny stared back. Dismissing that too, I went into the stall, pulled off my
boy clothes (or were they girl clothes?), removed my--Jenny's--uniform from
its hanger, and put it on. Zipping up the back of the leotard, I felt rather
strange. I knew I was a boy named Jack--I could not feel the hair the mirror
told me I had, nor the breasts, nor the smoothness of my skin--but the mirror
told me otherwise. God, it was all so confusing! I stood there in front of
the mirror for about a minute, examining myself. I was a boy, but I saw a
girl in the mirror.
Then, suddenly, the door opened. In walked Peter, one of my enemies. Of
course, I thought. He took one look at me and freaked out. "Jack! What the
hell are you doing in that uniform! Wow, you're certainly a chick. Look at
you. Jack's a sissy!" he cried out. "And in the boy's bathroom, too! What the
hell is going on?" I could feel my eyes beginning to tear up. Peter shoved me
to the ground. As I hit it, I woke up.
* * *
Chapter 5
It was about 1:30 in the morning. The whole house was asleep; no lights were
on. I could feel the tingle at the back of my brain, laughing at the
ridiculous nature of my dream. I jumped out of bed and switched on the light
to my room. Stumbling out, I found the bathroom. My breasts had grown to a
C-cup, at least, and my chest had lost its body hair. That, plus my male
genitals had begun to shrink up and retract back into my body. These changes
were frightening, but I knew I couldn't do anything about them. I tried to
use the toilet, but the muscles to work my urinary organ had apparently
ceased functioning. Instead, I found that I could sit down--just like girls
do--and discharge my bodily functions that way. "It's fun, isn't it?" asked
Jenny from my brain. I jumped--I had forgotten about her presence. "No, I'm
still here," she said. "It's fun, watching you squirm, figuratively speaking.
Well, why don't you go back to your room, because I'm not through with you
yet tonight." Remembering the first time I chose to disobey her and the pain
she could induce upon me--"That's right," she said--I flushed the toilet and
walked back to my room. "Open the closet door," she commanded. I did.
Suddenly, I felt the tingle moving forward through my brain, into my eyes,
and out of my body. I yelped involuntarily, but was happy to be free at last
from the feeling. A ball of green light materialized before me, and proceeded
to zip around my closet. When it touched anything, it was enveloped by a
green light. Soon, it was so blindingly bright that I had to close my eyes. A
few seconds later, the ball touched my head again and the tickle moved back
to my brain. I cautiously opened my eyes and found a closet full of girl
clothing--just like the one I saw in my first dream. "Go ahead, explore,"
said Jenny. I examined every article of clothing: dresses, skirts, blouses
for school, jeans, shorts for hanging out, T-shirts, bras, panties, and even
the cheerleading uniform up on the back of the door. I rather liked the
feeling of some of the clothing.
But then anger suddenly took my brain. I mentally yelled at the tingle, "What
are you doing! This isn't my life! It's yours! I am not a girl! I am NOT a
girl!" I thought that maybe if I said it enough times the tingle would leave
my body forever. I, of course, was wrong.
"Stop resisting!" commanded Jenny. Pain wracked my body, but a different sort
of pain. "What are you doing to me?" I gasped mentally. Externally, I was
gasping for breath too.
"Accelerating the changes so you'll shut up. By tomorrow morning you'll
totally be a girl. You'll be me. Of course, you'll remember Jack. But your
name will be Jenny. You'll have to convince your parents. How to do that will
be your problem."
"You're cruel!" I shouted at her.
"No," she replied. "I didn't want to do this, to protect you. But with you,
it's too difficult. You're too resistant; you can't think. I'm only healing
the damage you yourself have caused to your own body." I whimpered. Even as
she spoke I could feel my body re-shaping itself. "What..." I thought
tiredly. I ran to the bathroom and flipped on the light.
I was enveloped in the same green glow I saw in my closet. It was bright but
emitted no heat, and I could feel the same tingle caused by Jenny's presence
in my brain all over my body. My breasts grew out to their full size, ripping
my pajama top. My penis and balls vanished, and I could feel the female
genitalia down there. My hands and facial features became soft and delicate,
and my skin lightened. My hair grew down to my shoulders, turned blond, and
stick- straight. Then my head began to feel fuzzy.
I knew my name was Jack, but I didn't know who he was. No, my name was Jenny.
How could Jack be? No, I was no yucky boy--I was a teenage girl. Oh yeah,
Jack. This body used to be his. Well, too bad for him. But I had to get out
of his disgusting boy clothes. I found a nightgown in my drawers, put it on,
and went back to sleep.
* * *
Epilogue
My family eventually discovered what had happened, but were cool with it, I
guess. Jack may have been a smart A student but I was far from that. Too bad
for him, I guess. Whatever. I had more important things to worry about. Like
boys and cheerleading.
* * *
Fawn
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