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Society of Switchers By Jennifer Allison My sixteenth birthday is tomorrow. My birthday wish is for my body to decide what sexual direction it wants to go in. You see I have been having severe sexual problems since I reached my teenage years: 1- I have never had a hard on in my life. 2- No wet dreams. 3- Looking at naked women doesn't excite me. 4- I get no excitement in the boy's shower. 5- Girls don't excite me. This problem seems to run the family. My older brother by two years, John, had the same problem, but on his sixteenth birthday it all changed. The changes occurred overnight, and a week after his birthday he had a steady girlfriend; the same girl he is now talking marriage with when he graduates from college. If I had overheard the conversation taking place downstairs I would have known something was about to change in my life. --- "I wonder how Dean is going to handle tomorrow?" asked John. "I think he will take it quite well, you did," replied my dad, Don. "Do you know who Dean's Partner is going to be?" asked John. "No. I worked it down to three possibilities, but nothing solid. It just depends whose time it is." replied my mom, Joan. "All I know is it is going to happen to tonight. We'll be more prepared for it than we were with yours, John. Off to bed now. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow." --- As I slept I dreamed I was floating in the air. My body just seemed to float never touching the ground until it finally came to rest. As my dream stopped, my confusion became even greater. "Time to get up, Jennifer," a strange woman's voice said. Still trying to shake the cobwebs from my brain. I asked, "Who's Jennifer? Who are you?" "I guess you aren't Jennifer." "You guessed right. I am a boy and I am certainly not Jennifer." "I hate to tell you this, but you are my daughter Jennifer, and you are certainly a girl." "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" "Get up and come to breakfast. Your dad I will explain everything to you. One thing, Jen, you aren't in trouble." I looked down for the first time. The nightshirt I was wearing didn't bother me, but what did was the two breasts sticking out from my chest. Looking further down I could see a pair of totally hairless, good looking legs. A little worried at what I would find I moved my hand underneath my nightshirt. What I found was a pair of panties. Rubbing the panties to feel what was inside I could feel something I didn't understand. When I put my hand inside I found out I was wearing sanitary napkin. It must be Jennifer's time of the month, or should I say it was now my time of the month. I got up and rushed to the vanity mirror to find myself staring into the face of Jennifer Long. I knew her from my English class. Jennifer's long, blonde streaked brown hair was parted in the middle and was so long it reached the middle of my back. Without realizing what was happening I walked into the bathroom, were upon I removed my nightshirt, panties and napkin. Jennifer must have begun her period last night because there was blood on the napkin. I disposed of the napkin and then proceeded to douche myself, just like I had done every fourth week since I was twelve. What was I saying? Doing this since I was twelve? When I finished I went back into my room and put on a fresh pair of panties, a shirt and a pair of pants. Then I went downstairs to find out just WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON! --- I found Mr. and Mrs. Long sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for me. A bowl of Fiber One and a small glass of orange juice were sitting in front of an empty chair, so I knew it was for me. Before I sat down I asked, "What has happened to me? Where is the real Jennifer?" "Please, sit down and eat your breakfast and we'll try to explain what happened to you." As I sat down Mrs. Long asked, "Who are you?" "Dean McLane. I attend the same school as Jennifer. We have the same English together." "Oh yes, I know your mother." "So what happened?" "You and Jennifer have switched bodies." "What are you talking about?" "All we know for sure is that when some boys reach their sixteenth birthday, for some weird reason they will switch bodies with a girl who recently turned sixteen and who is also having her period. We don't know how it happens or why." "Will we ever be able to switch back?" "Yes, but not for twenty-eight days." "Why so long?" "You can only switch during Jennifer's time of the month." "Thank heavens for that!" "You don't understand. You and Jennifer will switch bodies every twenty-eight days." "WHAT!!!" "You and Jennifer will switch bodies every four weeks until the day one of you becomes pregnant. There will be no more switches after that." "I don't believe this happening to me. Why? WHY?" I cried. "Did my parents know that this could happen to me?" "Most likely, especially if you showed the signs." "Like?" And suddenly I suspected why and I explained my sexual problems. "Yes, those were the same signs I had right before my sixteenth birthday," said Mrs. Long. "Same signs? You are a woman and mother." "That is right I am. But for the first sixteen years of my life I was a boy; on my sixteenth birthday I switched with my husband. As usually happens the partners fall in love with each other. In our case I was the one who became pregnant." "Partners? That's strange. My brother John refers to his girlfriend Paula as his partner. Do you mean he's switcher too?" "Most likely. Did you notice that since his sixteenth birthday John forgets things and has to be reminded by your parents?" "Yes I did. He would promise to do something with me, then he would forget about it." "That happens when the switch takes place. You and Jennifer will remember about 95% of the things, but a few things will get past you. That's where our job as your parents comes in. We'll keep you up to date on things that you need to know." "I was wondering about that. This morning I cleaned myself up like I had been doing it for years and without giving a second thought to what I was doing. I have a question. Do a lot of people know about this?" The phone rang. "Yes, she's here," Mr. Long, or should I now say my dad, answered. Handing me the phone, "Jennifer, it's for you." "Hello," "Hi, partner." It was the original Jennifer, who was now in my body. "Guess where I found myself when I awoke this morning? I guess you don't have to guess, Dean." "You're taking this switching very well." "I certainly am. You don't know how long I've wanted to be a boy. Now I have a chance to be a boy for half of the time." I held my hand over the mouthpiece and told the Longs. "Jennifer says she always wanted to be a boy." "We've figured that out, she always was a tomboy." "Your brother John says we should get together and work some stuff out between us. He also says he'll sit down with us and help us adjust to our new environment. You know he is a switcher too? Right now John is Paula and Paula is John, just like the two of us." "I guess I figured that out." "So why don't we get together this afternoon and talk, all four of us." "Sounds like a good idea. See you then." After I hung up I told my new parents, "Jennifer, John and Paula are coming over this afternoon." "Jennifer, you need to start using the right name for the body. People will start thinking something is wrong if you keep calling Dean, Jennifer." "I'll work on it." "Don't work on it. DO IT!" "Yes ma'am." --- I spent the morning learning girlish stuff that didn't carry over from the switch. Mom had to show me how apply my make-up. Jennifer had very little, since she was more into the tomboyish look. Another thing was learning on how put on my bra. Most girls learn how early on with their first training bra, but I had to have it down pat by Monday when I had to take PE in school. Then I had to learn some Fashion sense. Where a boy could wear almost anything without having to worry if it clashed or not, a girl's clothes had to match properly. Looking through my purse I found a driver's license, which my dad soon took away from me. Dean had only a learner's permit. "Jennifer, when you pass driver's test as Dean you can have this back." "What if my friends ask why I am not driving?" "Just tell them you lost your driving privileges for a month." "Will this mean Dean will be able to drive in my old body?" "I've talked to your dad. Dean will not be able to drive either, not until you have passed your driving test, since he has only a learner's permit. I think Jennifer will really appreciate you working on that!" Then I had to work in the Kitchen preparing some food stuff for my guests. --- By the time John pulled into the driveway, I looked pretty feminine with the make-up and the clothes I was wearing. I knew from Jennifer's memories this wasn't what she normally looked like. To tell you the plain truth I liked being Jennifer and I wanted to feel as feminine as possible. The first words out of Dean's mouth were: "I see mom has finally gotten the daughter she always wanted." "Why would you say that?" "I would never wear make-up and a dress on the weekend." replied Dean. "Jeez Jennifer - you do look good. I mean real good." "Thank you. Did you have any trouble this morning when you woke up in my body?" "I was a little shocked and disoriented at first, but both your parents and John were there to help explain what had happened. My biggest problem was when I took my first leak. I did it standing up and couldn't remember the right way to do it. I pissed all over the floor, but the second time I learned my lesson." "Yeah, I know what you're talking about. For some reason I had no trouble with my sanitary napkin and cleaning up afterward." "Dean, it didn't help that the first time you peed you had a boner. The second time you didn't." piped in John. "How big was it?" I asked. "You should know." "I don't know. I never had one in my life." "That is one of the signs of a potential switcher, the inability to have a boner." said Paula. "I didn't know how big mine was until the first switch." "A good six inches at least, but I can't really tell. It's the first adult one I have seen up close and personal." Turning to Paula I asked, "Why didn't you tell me about this when you noticed the signs?' "How could I tell you about it? You would have thought I was crazy. What do think mom and dad had to go through? They weren't switchers, my other parents had to explain everything to them." "My parents didn't seemed bothered with the switch," said Dean. "That's because they were switchers. John, Paula, do you know how to stop the switching?" "Sure, get laid without protection. There will no switching after the moment of conception. It means that when Paula's body gets pregnant we stay put." "That is what happened to your parents. Your mother says she spent the first sixteen years of her life as a boy." "You have to be kidding!" "No, I am not! She told me this morning." Turning towards John and Paula I asked, "How do you handle the switching?" "It was difficult at first, until we worked out a system of leaving each other notes. The notes would detail everything that our partner needed to know; like that fishing trip I promised you last year, the one where you tricked me into saying I would take you and a couple of your friends. Your mistake was that the day you picked for the trip was my switching day." John said, "I refused to take you, I don't like to fish. And I didn't like the idea of you tricking your brother into it." We all had a good laugh at that one. "Do you know of any other switchers?" "No! We don't advertise. As mom and dad may have told you, there is a health department in the US government working on the problem, but there is total secrecy on who the switchers are." "How did the government find out about this?" "Chelsea Clinton is one of us. When the President found out about it, he ordered a secret investigation into finding a cure for it." "I bet that was a very interesting morning at the White House." "Not as much as you would think. One of Secret Service agent's sisters is a switcher, so he was able explain the problem and the solution. The major problem was explaining why a certain boy had to have a Secret Service detail every other month." "That wasn't the major obstacle. It seems like the boy's father was a Republican and one the most active supporters of impeaching President Clinton. Meals at both houses became quite vocal, I'm told." "Isn't it a bit confusing, especially in school? Jennifer and I only take one class together, how do we keep track each other's assigned school work." "That is why you'll be spending a lot of time together, especially during the last couple days before the next switch. You don't want to go from a B student to a D, someone would notice something was wrong. It also means you can't be a show off if one of you has already taken a class, you don't want to become an egghead and make it look like you know everything." "What about our friends?" "Friends can cause a lot of trouble if you aren't careful. Your closest friends know most of your secrets, so you need to be very careful around them not reveal something only your partner could know." "Let me give you example," Paula said. "It was the second or third time that I was Paula, and her best friend Jane told me something in complete confidence about a friend of mine. It was something my friend needed to know and, without telling Paula, I told my friend what Jenny told me the first chance I got as John. Since that day Jane and Paula haven't spoken to each other, and it was six months before John and I were talking to each other again." "Have you" I paused. "Have you done?" "Done what?" Asked Paula. "I think Jennifer wants to know if we had sex yet." She looked at me. "Right?" "Yeah." "NO, we've done some kissing and petting, but my parents advised me not to go all the way until my wedding night." "That is what they tell all the kids." "In our case they made a very good point. It seems there is a side effect to being a switcher, we don't have the same sex drives as normal kids. After a switcher has gone all the way their sex drive is increased to about five times that of a normal person. We end up like rabbits in heat, and the switcher has the problem in either body." "What if we have sex with someone besides our partner?" I asked. "Just think of the complications. Say you did have sex with someone else and your sex drive goes through the roof. You want to become the school slut while you partner stays home and does homework? How do you think they'll feel about that?" "John and I have talked it over with all of our parents. The solution we came up with is that we become boyfriend and girlfriend, we fell in love not long afterwards. My parents did it that way, and I suppose yours did too, Jennifer." Dean turned towards me and asked. "How about a movie tonight?" "Why not?" I said. "There is a movie I've been wanting to see and just haven't gotten around to yet." "Jennifer, you'll need to learn how your partner lives, their likes and dislikes. That movie you want see? Your partner might not be caught dead going to that movie. The two of you need to learn to live each other's lives without making major changes in them. For me, I had to learn to eat cottage cheese. You know how it made me so sick that I throw it up as John? Well, Paula had it for lunch every damn day since junior high school. If I didn't eat it, it would look very suspicious." "How about me, playing Saturday morning football with your friends, then watching college football all afternoon and all day Sunday. I can think of a millions better things to do than watching Monday Night Football. I can't stand football." "Yeah I know. I've missed the last two Super Bowls because I happened to be you. Paula wouldn't be caught dead watching the game. Well, at least I got to watch the World Series." "Hey - I like baseball, I'm on the high school softball team. The only problem we have is that one of us isn't as good a pitcher as the other." Dean looked at me. "Jennifer, sitting here talking to you I see something that you will definitely have to work on." "What?" "A girl sits with her legs together, you're sitting like a boy. If you make Jennifer look like a Butch then when I get the body I'm going to make it look so feminine you're going to have to wear dresses to school." "Threats, I haven't had her body for 12 hours and already she's making threats! What happens if I decide I LIKE dresses and make YOU wear them?" "Peace children! It's in both of your interests to work together - no matter what happens." --- We talked for a little bit more, then I served the snacks I had prepared. "I guess it is time for Jennifer to start acting like a lady instead of a tomboy." Said Dean. "Why do you need to be a tomboy now, since you'll be a boy half the time." "That is one of the great things about being a switcher, you get see both sides of the coin." "There's one question I haven't asked yet," I said, "Do any of your friends know about the two of you? Do you know of any switchers other than Paula and Jennifer's parents?" "None of our friends know. We don't want them to know, but we do know of a few others. There is sort of a club, we call it the Society of Switchers. Throughout the world there's only about a thousand confirmed switchers. Even with both parents being switchers it doesn't mean that their children will be switchers." "Mom thought she had your partner narrowed down to three girls. Jennifer wasn't even on her top ten list, but she is happy it is Jennifer." We talked some more about the problems caused by switching and more about the Society of Switchers. Finally they had to leave and I had to get ready for my date that night with my old body. Fifteen minutes later. I received a phone call from Dean. "Jen? I'm sorry but I have to change our date tonight. Our parents have a surprise birthday party planned and they wanted me to make sure that you will come. You'll come won't you?" "Certainly! What time?" "7 ish." --- Entering Dean's house in Jennifer's body the first time was a very strange experience for me. I knew where everything was, but I had to act like a complete stranger. When I greeted my mom for the first time I gave her kiss on the cheek. She whispered. "Welcome to your second home, Jennifer." I ran into my first obstacle, in the form of Fred Gingerman, Dean's best friend since first grade. I knew almost for certain that he was not a switcher, he had no trouble with girls. All he had to do was snap his fingers and suddenly a girl would appear. He was instantly after the new me, but Jennifer has resisted him before. "What are you doing here, Jennifer? Chasing me now?" "No, Dean invited me." "I didn't know if you knew Dean existed." "We have English together. Besides I've always has a crush on Dean." "Why would you be interested in Dean when you could have had me?" "I didn't want you. Dean was always nice and understanding with me." Dean arrived to break up the conversation. He greeted me like he was greeting his date... a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Sorry, Fred - you're too late. Jennifer is mine." "Hey! I thought you didn't like girls?" "I always liked girls, but I was never like you, trying to be a constant lady's man. Besides I've had a crush on Jennifer since the first time I meet her, but was afraid to do anything about it." "What changed?" "My sixteenth birthday. I woke up this morning and decided my life had changed and I wasn't going to let shyness run my life any more I just picked up the phone and asked Jennifer to go to a movie with me. When I found out about the surprise party I invited her over here instead." The party was strange for both Dean and me. I had to act like I didn't know some people when I had known them all my life. Dean had to remember all my old friends, neighbors and relatives. I did notice that John or one his parents were always within listening distance. I know it sounds kind of strange that I would refer to them as Dean's parents instead of mine, but it was starting to feel right. I thought that Dean and I handled the situation quite well. We set up another meeting for tomorrow with John, Paula and both sets of parents. We needed to go over everything that Dean and I needed to know. Like locker combinations, class schedules, which books for which classes and gym. We also had to catch up on Schoolwork, since we had only one class together. There were secrets and stories about our friends and enemies to share, so we could pass among friends and classmates without raising too many questions. In a sense we needed to learn about each other's lives. --- Monday morning I had to get up 2 hours early. Where Dean could be up and out of the house in twenty minutes, now that I am Jennifer I have to get up in time to do my make- up, hair and clothes just right. I must have tried on at least ten different combinations to get the just right look. It had been decided by all those involved that Jennifer would gradually give up her tomboy ways, so I wore a simple blouse and skirt with 1 inch heels. I've seen Jennifer in a skirt before, but every time she was also wearing socks. Today I borrowed a pair of mom's pantyhose. From the expression on my best friend Rachael's face I knew the pantyhose came as a complete shock to her. "Jennifer! Are you wearing pantyhose?" she asked. "Why yes. I do believe I am." I couldn't resist, I flipped up the hem of my skirt to very ostentatiously check. "After all, I just turned sixteen and I suppose I have to grow up sometime. I even went on a date Saturday night." "WHO?" "Dean McLane, He invited me to his birthday party." "Dean? You're kidding! You could have had your pick of almost any boy in school. You know Fred Gingerman always had a crush on you and you never gave him the time of day." "Fred wasn't after me. He was after another notch on his pistol." The five minute warning bell rang and I had to get to my first class as Jennifer. --- Algebra. Not too hard since I carry a 4.0 GPA in the class, but I had to play dumb because Jennifer was just barely getting a 2.0. I think I had better help her get better for my own good. My next class was any teenage boy's dream come true - GYM. As I walked down the hallway to the gym I noticed that three of the foxiest girls in school walked into the locker room ahead of me. I had always wondered what they looked like naked. Ms. Stonebridge, the PE instructor, announced. "Leotards and tights today, girls. It's started to rain, so Mr. Burns and I decided to combine our classes and do aerobics." I knew from past experience that the girls would love it, but the boys would spend the whole class in complete discomfort. I found myself next to Penny Atwater as I undressed. Penny Atwater - Hahhhhhhh! Penny's 36Ds made any male student (or teacher) drool if she walked by. They had only one thing on their minds - getting their hands on those beautiful mounds. To my utter shock, something then happened to throw me for a loop. As Penny removed her bra, her breasts came with it. She was wearing falsies! Her real breasts were about the size of a young girl's breast that had just started her path to womanhood. I think I just found out about the biggest joke that had been pulled on the boys of our school. And I couldn't tell anyone or I'd blow my cover! Trying not to be too obvious, I continued to get dressed for gym. Penny's leotards were made so that no one could tell she had no breasts. Remembering what John and Paula told me. I said or did nothing out ordinary. As I stood with the rest of the girl's gym class, I watched the boy's class enter the workout room. Half of them had their gym pants tented up within a couple of minutes. Every male in the room, including the boy's instructor, had a bulge in their gym pants after ten minutes of the class. I enjoyed the thought that my body was helping to cause so much discomfort. By the middle of class every boy had to go back to the locker room for a few minutes. Every one of them returned with wet hair. I didn't have to wonder why they had to shower in the middle of class. Halfway through the class both instructors disappeared. None the other girls showed the slightest hint that this was out of ordinary. As we entered the locker room after the class was over, Ms. Stonebridge told us to hold off undressing for a moment. I couldn't figure why until I saw Mr. Beal, the boy's instructor, slipping out the door. Could Ms. Stonebridge have helped him relieve him of his problem? Interesting. I was wondering what my reaction would have been if I had been allowed into the shower room with twenty girls last Friday. I just might have had my first boner. Since my body was as good looking as any girl in the class, I just enjoyed the sights, comparing my new body to the others. --- My next class was English. For the first time today I met my old body. I had quite a few questions for him. Dean must have been reading my mind. "I'll talk to you at lunch." He whispered, which was right after English. Since we were both about equal in English, neither one of us had to worry about showing off. The main problem was answering to our right names. I almost blew it twice, and I tried to sit in Dean's assigned seat. Lunch was a very big problem. Where Dean loaded his tray with everything that looked good, I was stuck with ice tea and low fat yogurt. "I bet you have questions about your gym class." "Yes, I do. But no questions about Penny Atwater. Those I got answers for!" "Penny, the biggest joke in school. Every girl in school knows the secret. If the secret gets out, I will know exactly where it came from." "Don't any of the boys know about it?" "No! We girls just loved watching all the boys drooling over those fake breasts." "What about Ms. Stonebridge and Mr. Beal?" "That affair has been going on since the beginning of school. Everybody in both classes knows when we have a combined class that the two them will end up in the locker room." "Hasn't anyone complained?" "Why should we? The boys enjoy the sight of the girls in our leotards and the girls enjoy the sight of the discomfort we cause the boys. Especially when they have to go back to the locker room to relieve themselves." "I sort of enjoyed the thought that I was causing all them boners." "What have you got planned for this afternoon?" "Mom's taking me to the doctor's office. I'm going to have my ears pierced." "Don't go too far making me too feminine right away." As Dean said this, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. As we kissed his hand was rubbing my nylon-covered leg. Not to be outdone, I returned the kiss and did a little rubbing of my own. For the first time I felt my old body's boner. "If you continue to that I will have to go relieve myself." "Darn, I was hoping you hadn't had time to figure that out yet. That's exactly what I'm trying to do." --- For the next four weeks I lived out a dream. On the last day of our first switch, Dean and I spent most of Friday evening preparing the other for the switch back. That night I felt the same feeling of floating in air, when I awoke the next morning. I was back in my old body. One thing I decided to do over the next twenty-eight days was to pass my driver's test. That way both Jennifer and I could drive by ourselves. I also had to prepare for the biggest problem the two of us have faced so far. Jennifer and I have the same history teacher, but different period. I had a report scheduled for the day of the switch, which will be worth 50% of grade for the semester. This was no problem for me. The problem was Jennifer's report was due the following Monday. Guess who got to prepare both reports?