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The Great Shift: Travails of Love
By Radioactive Loner
CHAPTER ONE
The Windy City was living up to its name that day. Anyone who had lived in
Chicago through at least one winter knew that the gales that made their
home in the skies above the Windy City (which seemed to, unfortunately,
abandon its residents during the hot, sultry summers when they would be
most welcome) made Chicago's winters most particularly cruel. That was
nothing, however, compared to the cold that was blowing inside my heart
that day. I was staring into the eyes of the one woman I had ever loved
and seeing something that the poets never wrote about, a fate worse than
having your true love hate you...
Apathy. At least hatred implies a passion of _some_ sort.
Apathy's definitely the worst of the emotional plagues mankind seems to
have been afflicted with. Simply... not caring. A passivity, not inspired
by restfulness or a desire to recharge, but simply from a lack of
emotional involvement. And when you had been friends with a woman as long
as I had been friends with Colleen, to have that person just gradually
disengage from you of their own free will, well, that's one of the most
awful things that can happen to someone, I think. I had invested a lot in
our friendship.
Yes, our *friendship*... unfortunately, I was not Colleen's boyfriend, as
much as I would have liked to have been. I had actually never confessed my
love to her, always playing the dutiful gentleman best friend; when you
see a lass' heart is devoted towards another, you know you have no chance,
especially when she hardly knows you exist anymore. And... well, it would
not have been so painful, but we used to be the best of friends in our
past. It's just that, as we grew older, she made a decision to refocus her
life.
Oh, and how that hurt. Colleen O'Shaughnessy was a breathtakingly
beautiful woman, although she wasn't aware of it. She was the woman that I
would have asked to be my bride, had life taken a different route. She had
gorgeous red hair, and as you might have guessed by the name, a pale and
creamy Irish complexion with freckles. She both took and taught dance
classes, so her body was fit and tight, and the same classes lent her an
easy grace that complemented her beauty, reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn. In
the early days that I had known her, she was a faerie goddess, a flower
hippie child reborn into my generation, but I had gradually seen her
become more and more grounded... and with that grounding, she seemed to
cast away much of her life, including many of her old friendships.
Only through a happenstance of geography had I still remained part of her
life... and she now made so little effort to make me a part of her life
that our friendship had lapsed, suffered, and now was in its dying throes.
I had, for the good of my own psyche and life, reached into a part of my
heart and ripped it asunder, and had asked her to meet with me this cold
midwinter's day so that we could bid each other adieu and goodbye.
We met in a fast food chain in the Loop on one of those rare times that
Colleen wouldn't cancel a lunch; this particular lunch had been
rescheduled twice. I almost lost patience and did it over the phone, but
knew this was something I had to do while seeing her in person, or else I
would never feel any closure. I looked down, and noticed we each had
bought something small and portable, almost as if she knew what was
coming.
"Coll," I said, "what I'm about to do is something I don't want to do.
But... I think I should just not be part of your life anymore."
She looked at me curiously, her green eyes inquisitive. "Why?"
I shook my head. "If I were to go into the reasons, I think this would
turn itself into a big fight. I don't want that to be my last memory of
you."
"Come on, Jeff, you've got to tell me something. Otherwise, I'm going to
always be wondering what I did."
I sighed. I began to try to piece it together diplomatically, then
mentally shrugged and just spoke from the heart. "Hon, you just don't
treat me like a friend anymore. I don't feel that you care about me in any
way..." And then I made the decision, one of those ones that's
instinctual and gives you the same chill as leaping off a cliff. I was
gonna finally tell her. "...and I care about you way too much. More than
you'd welcome, actually." The chill intensified to a body-tingling peak as
I finally blurted out, "Coll, I love you. And I know you love someone
else. So I can't be the best friend anymore, especially when it feels as
if you're, hell, phasing me out."
She sat back in her chair heavily. "Jeff... I don't know what to say. It
feels as if you're making me choose between Dan and you." (Dan, I've
neglected to mention, is the lucky bastard who makes her eyes sparkle.)
I shook my head. "No." Stab of pain in my heart. "I know... Coll, I know
I'm not even in the running with you, romantically. I just felt as if I
had to tell you, because for me, this has to be goodbye. I can't live with
our friendship the way it is right now."
Her eyes were sad, but had a touch of hardness in them. "I consider you my
friend, Jeff, but I won't apologize for the way I prioritize my life. I'm
sorry we don't see each other as much as I'd like us to. I'd like us to
see each other more. But I have a very full life... work, classes... and
_Dan_, Jeff. I'm sorry, but I just don't like you in that way."
"I know," I said. "I just think... I'm sorry, Colleen, but I think I
shouldn't settle for the place you're giving me in your life." I stood up.
"And this is rapidly becoming a fight, which above everything I just
didn't want. So I'm going to take this as my exit cue." What I neglected
to mention was that tears were wetting my eyes rather rapidly, and I
wasn't ready to let my heart rip itself in two in the midst of a crowd. I
grabbed my coat. "One last hug?"
Her eyes the saddest I had ever seen them, she reached towards me and we
embraced one last time. And that, as they say, was that.
Or rather, would have been that.
As you might imagine, I am telling you this story because it is associated
with the day that affected most of humanity, when one asinine scientist
inadvertently scrambled global society as a whole thanks to him goofing
around with something he didn't know about. You know, when Oppenheimer
detonated the first atomic bomb, they were only _relatively_ sure it
wouldn't start a chain reaction that would ignite Earth's atmosphere and
roast all of mankind alive in nuclear fires.
Guess mankind only had a certain amount of luck. And I was one of the
billions of people who ended up suddenly finding themselves in a new body.
Of course, I didn't know any of that at first. I imagine my story's pretty
familiar. One moment, you're you. The next moment, you're looking at
yourself.
I blinked. I blinked *hard*. Then, since I was still seeing my own face
glazed in an appearance of shock, I looked down. And then I let out a yell
of pure, unadulterated terror. And heard my own voice echo a similar yell.
And suddenly, the fast food restaurant we were in became an absolute
madhouse.
None of this was real. All of a sudden, though, I felt hands gripping my
shoulders and my own face looking at me, my own eyes flashing at me with
anger. "Jeff, what the hell have you done?"
"Nothing! My God, Colleen? Is that you?"
Fortunately, most of the chaos in our particular spot seemed to be
internally directed, with people looking at themselves, screaming, feeling
their different bodies. But some people, like Colleen, seemed to be
reacting in anger, shaking people. Fights were breaking out. Mankind was
gradually becoming insane, it seemed, as massive disassociative shock was
globally hitting nearly all of us.
I got up, and immediately was thrown a hundred different simple senses of
*difference* at once: my hips felt huge, as did my butt. And of course, I
felt top-heavy and sensitive, despite the fact that Colleen wasn't
incredibly endowed. And it felt odd not to have sensation where my penis
used to be. The feeling of a long, loose cloth swishing against bare legs.
The light feathery touch of hair on shoulders and back. The sense of
lightness... I was a heavy guy. Colleen was a _slim_ girl. And just the
different way the _world_ looked when looked at from only a few inches
lower. And all the colors were just... slightly... different than I was
used to. Very slight differences in hue.
Of course, at that point, I wasn't consciously itemizing any of this...
my hindbrain was basically just screaming, "I've got different sensory
input coming in on all my channels and what the _hell_ is going on here?"
It resulted in me reeling a little bit.
My will stepped in and had me look her... him... *me*... straight in
the eye and say, "Coll, I have no fucking idea what's going on here, and
if I stop and thinking about it, I basically know I'm going to flip out
like everyone else is. Let's get the hell out of here."
"What have you done?" she said, shaking me harder, her eyes beginning to
get more than a touch of madness in them. So, I did the only thing I could
think of.
I wound up and slapped him *hard*. And in response got a sudden, massive
glimpse of my own knuckles approaching me rapidly. Suddenly, I was looking
up at my own body staring at my own fist in horror, and my jaw *hurt*.
"Oh, my God, Jeff, I'm so sorry..." She reached down and pulled me up.
Ouch.
"Please, Coll, let's just get the hell out of here, go someplace we can
think."
Not as easy as it sounds. When mankind as a whole goes crazy, things break
down. You can't take the subway, because the driver's gone nuts. The roads
aren't really passable, because most cars have stopped in the middle of
the road while their drivers wonder what the hell happened to the inside
of their car... and then start screaming themselves. All in all, mankind
had more important things to think about than making it easier for their
fellow man to do things.
So, we walked, and we sat down on a bench on a small, out-of-the-way
section of Grant Park (Chicago's version of NYC's Central Park).
"Okay," I said, looking at her. "Obviously this is... ow, damn. I'm
surprised my muscles could let you punch me so hard. I don't work out that
much."
A wry but slightly insane smile... a smile I knew as my own, although
never quite so afraid... greeted me. "Never underestimate adrenaline."
"Colleen, this is obviously huge. It's affected at the very least every
single person we've seen. It could be citywide, statewide, or hell, the
whole country, even."
"Christ," she said, shaking her head, then looking at the ground. Then
looking up. "God, I can't believe that I'm in your body, Jeff. It feels so
different. I have to work so much harder to move. And parts of me are
*missing*!"
"You're not the one who's missing a particular major organ."
"Yeah, but you try having your chest all of a sudden becoming a sensory
dead zone."
"You do know I'm not responsible for this."
"I'm sorry," she said, nodding. "I went a little crazy there. I'm still
kinda teetering on the edge. I just cannot realize I'm in your body."
"It's really weird to be in yours, too, Coll, _believe_ me."
"Everything feels so different!" "I know. My hips are like swinging from
side to side."
"Well, women have bigger hips!"
"I know! Believe me, I didn't think you in the slightest bit
unproportional!"
She looked down and seized my gut. Her gut. Whatever. "I have this damn
huge potbelly that seems to bounce. And I get out of breath so easily! I'm
so *pissed* at that!"
I looked down. "Um, yeah. Obviously not a problem I was exactly _planning_
to give to anyone else."
She glared at me. "Well, obviously. But you could have taken better care
of yourself."
"What, on the off chance that someday you'd be magically transplanted into
my head?"
"Well, for yourself, at least."
"I know, trust me. But we all have our inner demons, Coll. I didn't plan
on you inheriting the result of any of mine. It's not fair, no."
She looked at me. "Do you think this is permanent?"
I looked at her. "I haven't the faintest. Believe me, I'm hoping not."
One of Colleen's thoughts suddenly brought a smug look to my old features.
"Well, I know one thing I won't miss."
Haphazarding a guess as to the bane of most women, I looked at her with a
sinking feeling going through my chest and said, "Oh, _fuck_. You're not
having your..."
"You still have about three weeks or so. I just came out of my last one
about a week ago."
I wiped mock sweat off my forehead. Then looked at her hand. Even the bone
structure was different, more tapered, more elegant. "I've got girl-hands.
Sort of a 'Seinfeld'-in-reverse kind of thing."
"I wonder if he switched."
Suddenly, sirens went off as cop cars went racing by. Evidently enough of
our police force had shook themselves off and mobilized. It sounded as if
the government was beginning to realize it had to step in.
***
That evening. Colleen and I stood in her apartment, looking at the form of
Hillary Clinton speaking into the camera.
"My fellow Americans, at this time, I plead for us all to reach for a
center of calm and not let the fires of anger, fear, and insanity tear
down in days what generations before us took centuries to build. Not only
America, but, indeed, what appears to be almost every citizen in every
country in the entire world has experienced a life-changing phenomenon in
which they now find themselves looking out from the eyes of another
person. I myself have found myself in the body of my wife and soulmate...
I am indeed President William Jefferson Clinton. My daughter finds herself
in my body, while Hillary finds herself looking out through our dear
daughter's eyes.
"The fact that even America's First Family, as well as nearly the entire
Congress, have experienced this should bring this fact home to everyone:
you are not alone. In this time of global trauma and shock, we must not
fall to the depths of what we can be, but instead unite to combat one of
the hardest foes any of us can fight against: our own fears, and our own
mind.
"At this time, I am reluctantly declaring martial law. I make this pledge
to all American citizens: that we will endeavor to abridge civil rights
only when absolutely necessary for the safety of the greater good. And
once we have had time to collectively, as a country, take a deep breath, I
will declare an end to martial law as soon as humanly possible.
"Effective immediately, as Commander-in-Chief, I am ordering all of
America's servicemen in all our various armed branches to report for duty
to the nearest police station or armed forces base, no matter what body
you may find yourselves in. Additionally, if you are a citizen who now
finds themselves in the body of a serviceman or peace officer, we ask
that, if you are willing, you locate the nearest military installation and
report in. By no means will you be conscripted against your will, however.
"I am also imposing a nationwide curfew, effective immediately, until the
worst fires of panic have stopped sweeping the nation. American military
units are hereby directed to commandeer all city transit systems and keep
them functioning. If you are personally acquainted with the person whose
body you now inhabit, we suggest that these Americans stay together. All
police stations and military units will be enforcing this. The streets
should empty. If you are out and about, you will be asked what you are
doing. Be prepared to answer. Also, I am freezing all prices and salaries
until the panic has past. There will be no hoarding, and a bottle of water
will cost the same today as it did yesterday.
"Now, some of the most common questions Americans are asking now we have
no answers to. Why did this happen? We don't know. Is it reversible?
Again, we don't know. But finding out the answers has become America's
first priority, and you can be sure that the country's resources will be
pooled into finding these answers.
"As for property, you still own what you used to own. If you now are
looking out from someone else's eyes, you do not own what surrounds you,
their property... you own what you yourself purchased and paid for.
"Granted, there are practical arrangements of clothing, hygienic products,
and other materials that may be specifically suited to the body you are
wearing. We will not, for example, prosecute people for 'stealing' the
clothes they happen to be wearing, or for using hygienic products that are
appropriate to their new body. But it is the intention of this government
to stay as far out of the issue of property as possible, instead
suggesting to Americans that they attempt to make private arrangements
between themselves when it comes to items appropriate for their current
body.
"As for more specific guidelines as to these and many other items that
affect our country, I am calling an emergency session of Congress, in
which the legislative branches of our government will be developing
government programs to restore Americans to their normal way of life.
"These are scary words I am saying, and I know my infidelities have not
given America much cause to trust me in the past. But in the face of this
disaster, I can only offer you my word, the poor, shabby thing that it is.
I honestly did not believe America had a right to judge my sexual
improprieties, but I have a strong passion for this government and for
this country, and I will not let it, nor our way of life, fall. Not on my
watch. And that, you can believe."
CHAPTER TWO
It's an odd way of regaining consciousness... to find yourself awake but
your eyes still shut. It was only for a split second, but a warm ray of
sunshine was shining in my face. I could tell something was odd, and then
I realized that I had fallen asleep in a chair. A rather comfy chair, but
nevertheless, a chair that had me reclined but upright. I opened my eyes
and raised an arm to rub grit out of my eyes. Then I blinked oddly. Why
was I seeing perfectly? Did I leave my lenses in? And why does my arm look
so...
Oh.
It was a very quiet morning, which was an incredibly sharp contrast to the
panicked sturm und drang of last night. I suppose most of the rioters had
either been swept up by the police or were busy sleeping off the mayhem.
Probably the latter; I doubt enough officers reported to duty for them to
be an intimidating presence against a city of rioters.
I turned on Colleen's television and turned down the volume. Interestingly
enough, the news was on. I hadn't expected that. I suppose some people
have a certain loyalty to their position. The news must go out, and so on.
Amusedly, most of the anchors were now no longer anywhere near as
photogenic as they had been. A woman who had been a beautiful slender
African-American was now a somewhat balding, overweight gentleman in his
fifties with very paunchy features. The senior anchor of the crew had
evidently switched places with his teenage daughter, who had a full set of
braces. And so on.
Still, television makeup and wardrobe had obviously had their way with
these people, and it was an interesting newscast. They obviously didn't
have their full support structure on hand: for example, instead of the
usual multi-camera cuts, they appeared to only have one cameraman on duty,
so going from one person to another involved panning the camera, making
you a little dizzy. And the little story graphics that you got so used to
seeing by anchors' heads just weren't there.
But there were interviews, and there was footage, and even two mobile
correspondents. And I learned that many police officers *had* indeed shown
up for work. A few that were interviewed spoke of how they were as
panicked as the next guy, but, in various ways, they spoke of how they
knew they were needed, of the sense of duty in the face of a real
emergency, and of how they couldn't let their fellow officers down. And in
the face of a police presence, a lot of people had quieted down.
While this was an incredibly upsetting experience for nearly every human
being on the planet, it seemed that, in the back of people's heads, we all
knew that life had to go on, one way or another. An intriguingly smart
reaction, given that most of the time, when man tended to think as a
crowd, their I.Q. usually split in half. Or more.
Interestingly enough, the newscast also revealed that there were some
people that stayed in their own bodies. At this rate, they didn't seem
certain of the percentage, but it appeared to be a percentage on the light
side: perhaps 1 in 15, or 1 in 10. They even had some
entertainment-related news... I had not been watching the Academy Awards,
but evidently they were in progress when the Great Shift happened, and
they showed some of the footage and the various celebrities that had ended
up switched with each other.
I shook my head, smiling at the idea of Robin Williams in Whoopi
Goldberg's body. Then, I heard some muffled cursing from the bathroom.
Switching off the television, I went up to the door. "Coll? What's the
matter?"
"Never mind!"
"What is it?"
"I said, never mind!"
Sighing, I knocked slightly and then opened it a crack. She was standing
over the toilet bowl, pants by her ankles, trying to pee. I failed to see
what the problem was, until she turned slightly.
"Why is it like this? I wasn't even *thinking* about anything!"
"Coll, guys can sometimes just be that way in the morning. I'm sure you've
seen..."
She gave me a glare. (Is that what I look like when I'm glaring? Huh.)
"What exactly are you saying?"
I raised my hands, backed off. "I'll leave, give you some privacy. For
now, just sort of push it down."
By the sound of things, she managed to work it out.
***
When she got out, I gestured for her to grab a seat. "I think we need to
talk for a second."
She gave me an amused look. "Just for a *second*?"
I smiled back. Then took a deep breath. "This is... definitely an unusual
situation, no?"
"To say the least."
"Listen, Coll, this whole thing really plays a major goof on, well..." I
reached for a term. "Body taboos, I guess. I mean, you've just seen...
and, hell, used... a rather private part of my anatomy. And if I take a
shower, or you do... which we're going to have to do, *sometime*..."
She cut me off. "I know where you're going with this, Jeff." She gave me a
sort of sad smile. "Don't worry about it. What am I going to say? Don't
shower? Don't change clothes? Don't... pee? Obviously, that isn't going
to work."
I looked at her. "It does violate your privacy, though. It's unavoidable,
but it does."
"Jeff," she began, and she reached out and grabbed my shoulder. Then just
the oddity of giving a friendly rub to the shoulder of her own (old) body
seemed to derail her train of thought, and she just sat there, rubbing it
for a second. I didn't say anything, until she seemed to come back to
herself.
"Where was I? Oh. I was going to say that I understand, and that it's
sweet of you to feel this way. But I'm violating your privacy as much as
you are with mine. Depending on how long this lasts, you may have to do a
lot of stuff in that body, Jeff. I don't want you constantly worrying
about whether it's something I'd want you to see. Obviously, though, I
don't want you doing anything major!"
I smiled. "I'm not about to get your nipples pierced."
She actually got a laugh out of that.
***
I was going for a walk. We argued a little bit about how safe it was to go
out there. She told me I was in a much shorter body and I was a woman now,
and I well could get raped. I told her that she knew darn well that before
the change she had been in a lot better shape than I was, and that if
anything happened, her old body could fight a lot better (or run a lot
faster) than my old body could. She now knew how that body felt from the
inside, and after a good fight, she knew I was right. So I chipped in a
ten and she a twenty, and I went out for some supplies.
As I had said before, it had been a quiet morning... but from the limited
view of the apartment, I hadn't realized how quiet. "Deserted" might have
been a better word choice. There were wrecks everywhere, and abandoned
cars choked the roads. A lot of storefronts that were burnt or just had
their display cases looted. The feeling of having fallen through the
looking glass fell further.
Why, I wondered, hadn't I fell into this same kind of insanity? Why not
Colleen?
Well, despite being in a new body, my mind still felt the same, and it
still seemed to, for the most part, work the same. And I always seemed to
be able to troll my subconscious for the explanations behind my own
behavior. Now here was a challenge to that process... but nevertheless,
after some thinking, an answer drifted into my consciousness, using my own
inner voice.
Because you love her as a soulmate. Because you were about to lose her
forever, but thanks to this, you *didn't*. Because you wanted to share
intimacy with her, wanted to share time with her, and wanted her to pay
more attention to you. Now you will share intimacy and time with her, and
now she will pay more attention to you. You hoped to someday live with
her. Now you do.
This was obviously not the way you wanted a relationship with her, but now
you suddenly have one that's as close as any boyfriend's. That's why
you're not panicking; part of that loneliness you've felt forever has
finally been quenched a little bit, and in some subconscious calculator
deep down in levels where you can't even think, that more than makes up
for the oddity of being in her body. This may resurrect your friendship,
and possibly push you to where you want to be: with her love.
Emely
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