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Visitors By J. Setak This story that I am about to re-tell to you is the events of June 23rd 2050. It was/is a day that shook the world as you are about to hear... Chapter 1: I had finished school for the summer. I loved summer holidays so much. Just last month I had finished my exams for secondary education, and me and my mates had gone and got so drunk in the middle of the park. We had hung round there until the red sun had hidden behind the horizon, which turned out to be around 10:45pm. It was a real summers day. My mum had woken me up the next morning just a little too early for my liking. She had told me that she had been up for about 2 hours, and that something amazing was happening on the TV. I dragged myself out of bed, ignoring the hangover, and went downstairs to the living room where my mum, my dad and my younger sister Carla were sitting round the TV set, wide eyed. I sat down next to my mum on the sofa and looked at the screen. 'Breaking News' flashed across the bottom of the channel we were watching. It was saying something about unidentified flying objects over Washington. A man appeared sitting at a desk on the screen. He looked shattered. "If you've only just joined us..." He paused. "Then you should know that it is now confirmed that there are unidentified aircraft over Washington D.C. The ships, consisting of one large ship, which is estimated to be over a mile wide and is escorted by 7 smaller ships, situated themselves above Washington at around 4 o'clock this morning. Local Police had over a thousand reports of strange objects in the sky and..." My brain went into daydream mode and I lost focus on the TV. Aliens? On earth? I had always contemplated the idea of there being other living things out there, but never considered it as too much of a reality. But here it was, the man on the news was telling me that they were there, in America, right now. The ships continued stationary for over two weeks. There had been many discussions from the White House, that had been broadcast live over the Atlantic to us in England. No one really knew how much they could hear. Scientists guessed that the reason that they were here is that they had picked up radio signals from our planet that had been travelling through the vacuum of space for over a hundred years and had decided to come and see what they were. It might have been propaganda, but most scientists seemed to say that they were only there as a scouting mission and weren't going to help us. Some people however, thought that they were there to harm us. To take over the world. We have all seen those films where humans are the good guys, but aliens are the bad guys who create mass killings. The whole world watched and waited, but other than that life went on surprisingly normal. It wasn't until the morning of June 23rd that breaking news came from the White House. The president came on the TV: "People of America, and of the World..." He paused the same way the news reader had done when the ships arrived. "This morning at 7am, the White House received a telephone call from the main ship that is currently above us. It seems that they have done extensive research into our human technology and worked out that the phone is a good way to communicate. They said that they came in peace. They aren't going to harm us." There was a bit of an uproar from the broadcasting room. "However. They said that their reasons for being here is to perform an experiment, on a worldwide scale. I urge every citizen to stand strong as we wait for further news at to what this experiment might be." He spoke for another 5 minutes about standing strong or some crap. People were now scared. The shops of supermarkets emptied within an hour. The roads were mayhem, and most petrol stations sold out of supply by lunchtime. I went into my room to watch the TV, wondering if anything else would happen. What could this experiment be? Why did they need to do it on humans? I guess we didn't really mean anything to them. They seemed to have equal and probably advanced technology from us. We could learn things from them. I started dreaming that there would be a new race introduced to earth, that we would be able to live together, to prosper. Suddenly on the TV, it went to an amateur picture of the main spaceship. There was a growing ball of bright blue light on the underside of the ship. It grew for nearly half a minute before it shot a bolt of lightening down to the ground in a direct straight line. The line hit the ground and stayed like that for a while. Then the ball of blue light started to grow again, as well as the line. There was a flash of bright white light, and the camera was blind for a moment. It regained picture to see what looked like an electric field moving outward from the line. It didn't tear up any buildings, but it moved fast across the City. I watched in amazement, then remembered the Presidents words; "Their reasons for being here is to perform an experiment, on a world wide scale." The last words rang in my head, and I got up and went to the window of my room. I watched in the distance and sure enough after about a minute, I could see a large wave of blue light streaming toward me. It moved swiftly over the land in front of me, and gained on my house. I closed my eyes and felt the blue wave sweep through my house. It made me shake and feel very very strange. I passed out. Chapter 2: My vision had gone bright white. I had some sort of dream while I was unconscious. It was of just swirling colours, quite trippy really. My vision flashed white again, and the ceiling of my bedroom swam back into focus. I felt relatively normal, but not at the same time. My back stayed pressed against the floor of my room for nearly 5 minutes. I didn't want to move for some reason. The world outside sounded quieter than I had ever heard it; there were no cars in the street that I could hear, or people talking in my next door neighbour's back garden. I rolled my head over to my right and stared at my red carpet. It took me a while to realise it, but I remembered that I didn't have red carpet in my room. It was green. That was strange. I sat up, using my hands to push my upper body up from the floor. I still felt a bit dazed, but as I sat up I saw a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. I subconsciously ignored it; I had had blonde hair before, but had never been able to see it. I sat for a while, with my weight being supported by my hands which where behind me at an angle. I looked around more now, slowly as I still didn't feel quite right. My room was decorated quite differently. My walls were now a pale red, to match the carpet. My bed was covered in a tinted pink cover with some stuffed animals at the foot of the bed. On the wall, there were still pictures that I had had up before the event. Only thing that was different, is the people in them. I looked at where there was supposed to be a picture of me and my best friend Michael, but instead there were two girls. The one on the left, where I should have been, had long flowing blonde hair. Everything about her face was perfectly proportioned. Although she had reasonably large lips that had had makeup aplied to them. The girl standing to her left was a bit taller than the first girl. She had dark brown hair that was tied up behind her head. She had a marvellous smile, and her eyes squinted as she showed all her teeth in a perfect grin. I dismissed it all. I didn't think too much about it, which when I come to think of it now was really strange. I could feel that my backside was a bit more padded as I sat on my carpet. It was only a minor change, but it felt weird. I stood up, half knowing what was going on. I pushed my weight up with my hands again, rather quickly. I felt something on my chest bounce. This confirmed my fears. I didn't want to know any more about them. I started to feel quite emotional about what had happened. I had been turned into a girl. I can't explain what happened, but I broke down and cried. I hadn't cried properly for years. What was I doing? I even thought this to myself at the time, but I couldn't help it. It was quite a quiet cry, and my hair fell over my face as I leant forward. I composed myself after a while and got up, feeling my breasts jump again. I walked over to where there was now a dressing table with a mirror in front of what looked like thousands of pots of makeup substances. I sat on the chair and looked at the mirror. Staring back at me was the blonde girl that was in the picture. I wasn't that shocked, as the image seemed to be part of my memory now. It was just like I was looking at myself normally, but I still had some sort of shock. The girl in the mirror responded to my every move perfectly. I was wearing a tight blue T-shirt with some sort of logo across my chest. It made me look at my breasts. They were a decent size for someone my age; I presumed that I hadn't aged. I turned my body ninety degrees to look at them from a side angle. They seemed to fit my body wonderfully. I cried again. It was ridiculous. When I recovered, I decided to go downstairs. I wondered to myself whether everyone had gone through a change, or just me. This made me feel slightly sick, and rejected. What if everyone else was normal and I had become a beautiful girl! How would I explain that? I decided to risk it. I brushed my hair, I have no idea why, before leaving the room. I was wearing some baggy jeans on my lower half. I was quite pleased with this, at least I still dressed well as a girl. I walked down the stairs, feeling the weight on my chest every step I descended. I can't really explain the feeling of having breasts, just a tugging solid weight that is always there. I thought to myself, 'How can girls put up with these all the time?' But then realised I might have to. I passed a picture that should have been of me and my younger sister, but it now showed myself as my new body and a dark haired toothless 8 year old boy, grinning at the photo. I walked into the living room to see 3 unknown people. There was a woman who seemed to resemble my dad somehow. I put two and two together and realised that the man standing next to her must now be my mother. In fact he did look a lot like my mum's dad did. There was a little boy with dark hair who I quickly realised was my sister, or now brother from the photo. They all stared at me. There was quite an awkward silence, as the three people continued to stare at me. I felt sick again. "What?" I jumped at my voice. I hadn't spoke before in my new body and it was now quite high and definitely feminine. "You've all changed as well." I said, quickly taking to my new voice. I quite liked speaking in a different tone. I walked over to the crowd and there was a big family hug. As the four of us squeezed together, I felt my breasts being pressed against. It was the first time I had felt any sort of pressure on them and it felt exactly like how I would have expected it. I started crying again, and so did my dad who was also now a woman. Feminine hormones; I sympathise. Chapter 3: My whole family sat round and watched TV for a lot of the morning for news. It seems not much time had passed from when I was knocked out to when I awoke. Some channels on the TV were off the air but the main news channel was still up. They had been off the air just briefly when the blue wave swept the planet, but now where back on. The newsreader before, was a man in his late twenties. Now there sat a very shaken woman in her late twenties. It was quite hard to think that everyone in the world had swapped gender. The news reader was talked about the experiment that the aliens had told us about. It seems that they were quite amazed by the structure of our 'gender' system so they wanted to find out how much we rely on it. They decided to see how people would react to a total change in gender. It became apparent that everyone had just done a straight swap and that now you were living as if you had been born as a girl or boy, depending on your original gender. That would explain my room, I thought. Over the whole morning, I kept getting flashbacks of my past but they weren't my normal memories. The aliens had obviously changed everyone to every detail. The flashbacks that I was getting were memories of my life, but not as Jonny; as the female version of Jonny. The memories scared me, I could remember some details so perfectly. I searched my mind for my earliest memory. I remembered toddling along with my parents along a beach. I concentrated harder and could pick out some rocks on the beach. We walked over to the rocks, where there were small pools of water. I had slipped on a rock and fallen over. I could see the memory as first person, and saw the rock flashing towards my face. I cut myself out from the daydream and concentrated on the TV again. The realisation of what had happened was hitting the world over. The President of the US had made another speech but the only difference now was that he was a woman. Any other day you would have thought that this woman who was claiming to be the President would have been a nutter but everyone had experienced the change first hand and were still in shock. My family ate lunch quietly. I was surprised at my family's quietness. I put it down to the shock. I wasn't too fazed by this change. At the end of the day I was still a person and alive and kicking. I didn't really see why the whole world didn't just wake up to what has happened. After lunch I decided to get on with things. I put my plate away, and ran up the stairs feeling my new body shake in strange places as I did so. I went into my room, which took me a bit of time to remember that things had all changed around. I went over to the dressing up table and sat down again looking into the mirror. I couldn't get over how I looked; if I was a guy I would want to get with this girl. My bright blue eyes shone back at me in the mirror. It wasn't a bimbo look though, more cute. I searched through the drawers of the room. In my underwear drawer, my boxer shorts and socks had been replaced by bras and panties. I picked out a few thongs and wondered why anyone would want to wear one of these. My CD collection was pretty much the same. "Gender doesn't decide music" I said out loud, smiling at my own voice. I did find some CDs that I didn't have before; a couple of boy bands and a sound track to a soppy film that had been released last year. I decided that I was happy with my environment, but I was still curious about myself. My wardrobes were full of different types of clothes, some that I never wore. I knew this because of my new memory. I stood in the middle of the room and looked at myself in the mirror. I cupped my chest with each hand and was surprised to feel their weight being felt not only in my hands, but off my chest as well. They were so real. I could feel the bra underneath my hugging T-shirt. I jumped lightly and they bounced up and down. I pulled off my T-shirt, which took some effort as my hair got caught under my hands as I was pulling it off. I also noticed the static electricity from the t-shirt much more with my flowing hair. I tossed the shirt down onto the floor and looked in the mirror. I had a flat, if not muscular stomach with a belly button piercing. It displayed some sort of jewel. I was quite shocked at this. "If I was a girl, I'd have a belly piercing!?" I exclaimed. I searched my memories, and sure enough remembered having it done and it was second nature taking it out and putting it back in; which I did before looking back at the mirror. I was wearing a black lace bra, which held my chest tight against me. I undid the bra strap at the back and pried the cups off my chest. It revealed two magnificent breasts reflecting back at me in the mirror. I stared down at myself, and sure enough there they were; mine. There was a feminine nipple capping each mound of white flesh and they hung off my chest, weighing me down. I touched them again, and winced at how cold my hands were against them. I just stared at them and experimented with them for about 5 minutes. I never knew how sensitive breasts were to women. I could feel every move on them, even if it was a light touch. I stripped down to my pants, and found that I was wearing a matching underwear piece. I tugged it down off my hips, which I had just noticed how wide they were, and pulled them off my feet. I tossed them on the pile and looked at the mirror. Sure enough, there was a slit between my legs and the dick and balls had totally gone. I thought to myself that it was surprisingly neatly kept. The strange thing is, is that I wasn't too shocked at what was under my underwear. It was because I had been so used to it for nearly 17 years now as a female. The memories provided me with everything I needed to know about my life; it was overwhelming. I decided to put on some new underwear. I picked out a thong. 'I wonder what it's like...' I thought, but my memory informed me. I pulled it on anyway, and could feel it against my ass. I put on a bra, instinctively, and looked for something out of the cupboard. I eventually decided on wearing a summer tank top, which had straps that went over my shoulders. It was warm outside, so I thought it was suitable. I pulled on some tight three quarter length jeans, which hugged my ass tightly. I reached down to my backside, and was surprised how quickly my hands reached it. As a boy, I would have expected to travel a bit more before I came into contact with it, but my hands found it sooner as it stuck out more. It was reasonably padded, and I even thought to myself how good it looked in the mirror. I grabbed my mobile phone, and went down the stairs with a skip. I didn't even go into the living room, it was a summer's day. I wanted to get out and see the world from new eyes. Chapter 4: I went into the porch and grabbed a bag, without even thinking about it. I unzipped the tiny purse bag and looked to see what was in it. About 4 bottles of something for my face, and another two for my eyes. I didn't take a second glace; it was normal. I shouted back to the house. "Going out for a bit. Got my phone." And opened and closed the door quickly so that my parents couldn't stop me from going out. I was heading for the park that we lived quite near to. I had never seen this city so quiet. There wasn't anyone around. They were obviously sill in their houses too scared to come out. "Pathetic." I thought to myself, and I walked on quite happily. I reached the park at around 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I found a bench and sat on it, feeling my bum press against the wood of the seat. I crossed my legs, which I never used to do. Even from this small movement, I could tell that I didn't have a penis anymore. Parts of my legs seemed to rub together where they had never done before. I thought nothing of it and got my mobile out of my pocket. I wondered to myself how my friends were taking this. I thought of the picture in my room of me and Michael. It had been taken at a party that I had round my house. I remembered it well, from my male life... I had all my friends over and then some for a party at my house last year. We all got drunk in the back garden. The thing that I remember most from that summers evening was that me and my girlfriend Tina had managed to get a bit of peace and quiet at the end of the night if you know what I mean... I then thought about this literally. That was when I was as a guy, but now I'm not. I scanned Jenny's memories and didn't remember the party too well. I did remember a guy though. We had got pretty drunk and then started kissing. It was coming back to me, then I remembered what had happened. I had had someone in me?! No, but I was male then. I've only just been changed to a girl. It was all too confusing for my to think about. I looked at my phone book on my phone. I had decided to get in contact with Michael. I couldn't find Michael in the list of numbers, but then I remembered everything has changed with people's names. Mine had become Jenny from Jonny, Michael's would have become... I found it; Michelle. I sent a text to the number on the screen: Michelle. I'm at the park, want to come out? There's no one around. Text back. Jenny It wasn't until I had pressed send, that I realised I had signed my name as Jenny. I hadn't even thought about it really. I guess it was my body just accepting that my name was Jenny now. I got up from the bench. I looked in my bag, and pulled out a hair tie. I wondered how far instinct could go. I started pulling my hair back into my clasped hands behind my head. I twisted an electric tie around the section, and then pulled it up so it folded back under the elastic. I looked in the small mirror I had in my bag. Unbelievable. It looked great. Ahead of my there was the cricket field where there would usually be people playing; but today was different. I remembered that I was a very good gymnast as Jenny from my memories. I guess that had been converted from my sportyness as a guy. I had used to play soccer and captained the basketball team for my school. I set my bag down on the side of the grass and positioned myself in room. I started running, then did some front tumbles. I placed my hands down on the grass, and flicked my feet over my head at rapid speed. I flipped for about 20 metres before I became dizzy. I did a perfect cartwheel and then landed it in the splits. The splits?! When I was a boy, I wasn't even supple enough to touch my toes without bending my knees yet here I was sitting in the splits on the grass of the park. I was breathing heavily and could feel my breasts rising and falling on my chest. I had quite quickly grown to ignore the weight of them, it was becoming natural. This scared me, maybe I was becoming too accustomed to this body too quickly. A beeping from my bag awoke me from my daydream and I ran over to where it was, feeling my boobs bounce all the way. Bras are such a good invention. I looked at my phone; "1 message received." I read off the screen. I opened the message and sure enough it was from Michelle. Jen Sounds good, I'll be there in a few minutes, M x x Kisses? A girl thing, I thought. I was quite pleased that Michelle had responded using my new name as well, maybe Michael was taking this well as well as me. I put my phone back in my bag, and sat. My curiosity strayed back to when I was in my bedroom. I was a girl now, I didn't have a dick. There was no one around, so I undid the button on my jeans. I slipped my slender feminine hand under the waistband of the jeans and could feel the silky front of the underwear. I ran my fingers against it. It was so flat compared to what it would have been when I was a guy. I pulled the elastic top of the thong up and slid my fingers inside them. I met a neat mound of hair and then searched for the opening to my new womanhood. I massaged it for a while. It felt quite good, but not that great. I decided what I was doing was stupid, and then retracted my hand. I did up my trousers. I searched my memories and it seemed that Jenny did 'pleasure herself' quite a bit. A bad habit I thought. I looked up to see Michelle walking along the path toward me. Thank God I had stopped what I was doing, what kind of welcome would that be. I stood up from the bench and slowly walked toward her. I could tell it was a friend, I don't know how. We had been friends since we were tiny, me and Michael and now me (Jenny) and Michelle still had the same friendship. I started crying. This crying thing was really getting annoying, but I saw Michelle's dark eyes flood up with tears as well. I sped up towards her and hugged her tight. I could feel our new bodies pressed together, something I had never felt before. We stayed like this for a while, just crying. "How's it going?" I eventually sobbed at her through teary eyes. "Okay... quite strange isn't it? How's your family?" Michelle inquired. "Good. Yours? Yeah it is, but not totally alien." Michelle giggled at my use of the word alien. "My mum has been in hysterics all morning. She's been crying and shouting. I was so thankful when I got your message." She fell into my arms again. "Hey hey. That's what friends are for?" I comforted her. This was so strange. We were behaving ridiculously. We continued to talk for about an hour as we walked around the park. We talked about the changes to our rooms, and to the pictures on our walls. Michael had had quite a few pictures of nude women on his walls, and he had woken up to find that they had changed to men who were totally naked or modelling men's underwear. We talked about how weird all the memory thing was, it was like you had lived two lives. When we said goodbye to each other, we hugged again. There was still no one else around. I walked home in the late afternoon sun, clutching my bag. When I reached my house, I realised how tired I was. My new body wasn't as strong as my old one and couldn't handle even the shortest of distances let alone long ones. I opened the door and put my bag on the sideboard. I ran up to my room and pulled on a hoody. I tied my hair up again, and went downstairs. Chapter 5: The next few days proceeded mainly in shock. None of my family really went out of the house except me. I quite liked the new body that I had been given, it was so nibble and mobile. I had returned to the park the following day, and again there was no one there. I risked it and stripped down all my clothes and lay on the grass in the sun. It was amazing, I lay there for about 2 hours just tanning in the sun and didn't see another soul in site. I would have thought that maybe by now people might at least leave the house! It seems that their stock pilling before the event happened was lasting out for at least a few more days. I found that I could climb trees quite a bit better even though my upper body strength was nowhere near as strong. I managed to reach right to the top of one of the trees that I had been trying to climb since I was a kid. It had been somewhat of an ambition of mine, and now I had achieved it in the most strange circumstances. I don't think that my parents really liked me going outside. It was just a bit too much for them. My dad and mum sat around the house watching the news and crying with my now male sibling who was quite distraught. I sympathised with them, but just got on with my life. A month passed and we were nearing the end of our summer holidays. I hadn't really spoken to my friends throughout the whole ordeal, except Michelle of course. I had met up with Michelle a few times since that summer's day in the park. She had even come over my house and slept the night. It was strange, we sat up for most of the night talking about stuff when if we had had a sleepover when we were guys, we would have just got stoned. I had definitely noticed changes in my character since the change, and it scared me slightly. I organised a meet up after people started coming out of their shells in August. I had arranged for a night party in the park, like we had done the very year before. I was first in the park as the sun was still high in the air. Soon, Michelle emerged from the pathway and joined me, carrying a case of booze. I smiled at her, and she returned the gesture. We waited for about half an hour before a group of 3 of my mates, who were now girls also came into the clearing of the park. I stared at them and my memories recognised them as Robyn, Chloe and Leanne. They all slightly resembled their original male structures, but were definitely women now. We broke down to tears, and had a group hug. After another half hour, the pack of 5 were reasonably drunk. Then some guys turned up, I recognised one of them to be Tina. Except he wasn't Tina, he was Tim. It was most strange. I remembered almost year to the day that I had lost my virginity to Tina, my beautiful girlfriend of over a year. But now, this Tim person was in her place. The strangest thing of all, was that I still felt funny inside when I saw Tim. Was a really attracted to this person still? I wasn't gay, but it seemed so. We hugged, and got drunk in the park. It was strange, we actually spent that evening as a couple. Most people dismissed this as normal. It was so weird to now be on the female side of a teenage relationship, I wonder how it's going to progress. That evening, the group of us lay on the grass to the early hours in the morning. We were now so different to just a year before, but we were still so similar. We lay on the grass, drunk out of our minds. It was one of those odes to summer evenings, and we wondered whether we would have to return to school. I couldn't really contemplate school, as my male psyche, I wouldn't know anyone or recognise them really, but my new female psyche would take control and I would recognise my friends and have fond memories of them as if I had known these people all my life. Soon, I was the only one sitting on the grass. I watched as Michelle walking away from me, her body stumbling across the lawn in the bright light from the full moon. She soon disappeared out of sight, and I looked up at the sky, surrounded by empty bottles. I fell backwards onto my back, feeling my long hair rustle in the grass. I sighed, and then cried. I looked up to the stars and wondered if the aliens would ever return to return us all to normal. Part of me longed to have a dick between my legs again, but the other half, and maybe even greater than a half, was quite happy with my new form. I lay and cried on the grass for about another half an hour before I looked at my watch and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. I got up, and walked back to my house as it started to rain. I felt confused more than anything. I opened the door lightly, and realised that there were no lights on in the house. I set my bag down in the porch, and went up to my bedroom. I staggered up the stairs on the way, but tried to make as little noise as possible. I reached my room and fetched out my laptop from my desk drawer. I opened it and booted it up. I sat down, and started typing my story of the events of the past month, which you have just been reading. As I finish this story, I look out the window and see the sun rising on the horizon. June 23rd 2050, it's a day that everyone will remember, or a day that everyone can look forward too...