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Altered Fates: Body Switch By: Wayne Halderman Edited by: Heather Hi. I'm really William James Campbell. Or, should I say, I used to be. The truth is, I had my body stolen from me. I was 25 years old, 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighed 285 pounds. I had an athletic build, blonde hair and brown eyes. It all started with me seeing a picture of a girl in a pink dress and saying to myself, "She used to be a male Olympic swimmer before her body got stolen. Now she's a prissy girl afraid of the water. If she's real, I'd be happy to give my body to her." Now I know I should have kept my big mouth shut. Now I am that girl, unfortunately. Let me tell you the whole story. *** One day, I met the girl in the picture. We meet in a mall. She looks like any ordinary 12 years old girl. She has light brown hair and blue eyes. When I stand next to her, I estimate she's only about 4 feet 3 inches tall and couldn't weigh more than 95 pounds. She's wearing a pink frilly dress in, what I'll later discover, a size 8 and matching shoes in a girls size 4. She asks me, "could we go somewhere more private?" "But wouldn't everyone be suspicious?" I ask. She whispers, "Tell everyone that you're my uncle and everything will be fine." She looks around nervously, leans in closer to me and whispers very softly, "It's really not safe for me to talk here, even in the middle of the mall. I need someplace I know is secure to really speak openly. Do you know where pier 23 is?" "You mean the old docks on the edge of town?" I ask. "I've heard some nasty rumors about that place." "Yes, that's it," she answers, smiling. My heart skips a beat. "There?" I ask. "Why?" "It's... just a special place for me. I can't explain why," she says while glancing nervously around. "Not here." "Okay," I say while trying to think of a way to avoid going there. "But... uh... it's getting late." She says, "it'll be okay. My parents knows where I'll be." Although I'm not sure why, I decide to trust her on her word. We go and get into my cherry red Lamborghini Diablo and drive to the old docks. I get out of the car. She grabs her purse and follows. We find a sturdy bench on the docks that's well away from the water. There, she tells me the story of how she had been a male Olympic swimmer at one time, how she had been tricked by the original owner of her current body and had her male body stolen from her, trapping her in this body. By the end of the story, the girl looks on the verge of tears. My heart nearly breaks at the sight. I tell her, "If there were a way, I'd give you my body." "There is," she says with a surprising sudden smile, "and I own it." Curiosity overwhelming confusion at the sudden mood change, I ask, "What's it?". "It's the Medallion of Zulo," she says. I sit there for a moment, trying to remember the vaguely familiar name. Memory finally kicks in. "That's only a myth!" I shout. "It doesn't really exist." She pulls something out of her purse and shouts back, "It does too exist! Here, it's not a myth," she adds, showing me a tacky looking medallion. As I reach out to touch it, I feel the hairs on the back of my hand stand up. Something, I'm not sure what, told me this is real... and dangerous. "You said you would give me your body didn't you? So take your clothes off," she says as she begins removing her own.. I start to walk away saying, "Yes, I did. But I've decided not to do it after all. Sorry kid. That's your fate. not mine. And besides that, goodbye." The kid gets furious and screams, "Come back!" I ignore her and keep walking. Then I feel someone grab me from behind. It feels like a man twice my size and weight. "The little girl wants your body; and you're going to give it to her right now, comrade," he says. "Wrong," I say, "I'm not going to live my life as that kid ever." We start fighting. He quickly overpowers me and he knocks me out cold. When I wake up, I realize I must have been stripped naked, since I'm wearing nothing but a short bathrobe now. The girl is dressed similarly, but in a bathrobe big enough for me. "Good," the girl says. "You're finally awake, I see. I had hoped Biff didn't hurt you too badly." I start to get up, but find that I have been tied up and handcuffed to the bench we had been sitting on. "Let me up you little witch," I say to her. "No," she says. "Not until I get that body of yours first." "Never! I'm not ever going to give you my body you, little witch." "Don't worry," she says. "This little transformation won't hurt. The process is quick and painless." She grabs me by the hand, making sure that the Medallion is touching both of our hands. I have a weird feeling start passing over me. I start to shrink and I see the girl start to grow taller. I watch her turn into a man; me to be precise. Then I start turning into that f---king 12 year old girl! I feel my hair getting longer and longer. I also feel my manhood disappearing up inside my body and a girl clit form where my manhood used to be. I have breast buds form on my body. I watch her transform into a man right in front of my face. After the transformation is complete, Biff carries up a full-length mirror and shows me my new body. I start crying as I see that I'm now the little girl who had her body stolen from her. The kid, now in my body, starts laughing at me and says, "I thought you were a man. No, you're only a prissy little girl that's afraid of water. Biff, you get her dressed while I go and put on her... no, my clothes and find I out a little more about this new body and life as Bill now." Biff unties me and I try to run, but I quickly realize I only have a bathrobe on and it's quite cold out here. So I ask Biff help me get dressed. It's the middle of November and I'm in Maine, to answer your questions. He helps me get dressed, tying the sash in a big bow. He then hands me a smaller matching bow. I instinctively start to put the bow in my hair. I start crying as I realize what I just did. Bill (who stole my name along with my body) returns after getting dressed and says, "I see you're married and have no kids. Your wife isn't able to have any children." I nod in agreement and regret. "I've decided to find out if the fear of water passed over to you," he says. I try to run, but Biff grabs me by the shoulder. "Hold on young lady," says a voice from the shadows. When she approaches, I see a woman in her mid 30's with blonde hair, green eyes, and weighing some where around 155 pounds. "I know all about you, Bill Campbell!" she shouts. "I researched your whole background." Who are you?" I say to her. She answers, "I'm the one who arranged the meeting between you and this child." "What's your name?" I say. "My name is Margaret Jean Adams; a lawyer who is also your mother now, along with this man as my new husband." "What about my wife?" I ask "Oh she'll become our other daughter," she replies, "your new baby sister." I start crying. "I want to make sure this girl is as afraid of the water as I was when I was in this body. Biff, tie her to the hoist and put this gag in her mouth," Bill says, handing Biff a ball gag. "HELP!" I scream. But Biff shoves the gag in my mouth before I can say anything else. He fastens the strap behind my head. Biff then carries me over to the hoist. I kick and try to scream again. Biff forces me into a 4 pt. harness and attaches the harness to the hoist. He then handcuffs my hands behind me, shackles my legs with ankle hobbles, and then, using the hoist, he raises me up until my feet are at least two feet off the ground. Bill walks over, looks at me and says, "you're helpless. I want to show you how afraid of the water I was and you are now." He swings me out over the water and starts lowering me towards it. My heart starts racing. I'm crying harder and harder. I try screaming for help again, but with the ball gag in my mouth no one can understand me. I try kicking my feet; no use. He lowers me almost into the water. My feet are barely touching the top of the water. "Get used to it Regina Marie Adams," Margaret calls down. "You have always been afraid of the water and you are going to live with it forever." I cry and cry for at least an hour I think. I quit trying to scream when my throat gets sore. I look up at the dock. All I see is Margaret staring down at me. I try pleading for her to raise me up to the dock; nothing. I hear someone call down to me, "I think I'll go for a swim and see if this body is good enough to be an Olympic athlete." A couple of minutes later I hear a splash as Bill jumps into the water. He then swims over to me, saying, "Get used to the fear. This is as close to the water as you'll ever get again." I shake my head no. I say to myself, "I won't give in to this fear of water. I'll fight it with all my heart and all my soul." He laughs and says, "there's no use in fighting it. I know what you're thinking. I already tried it myself." The woman call down to me from up on the dock. "Gina sweetheart, listen to mommy," she says. "I promise to be a good mother to you and your baby sister." For some reason, I believe her. But with this ball gag in my mouth I can't say anything. But I know as soon as it's taken out I'll start screaming again anyway. So right know I would rather keep it in my mouth. Shoot I got to go potty right now. I start screaming while trying to hold my legs together. Margaret calls down, "I think she has to go to the restroom." I nod in agreement. "F**k. Okay," Biff says. "I'll raise the little brat up so her mommy can take her to the bathroom. But do not, and I mean do NOT, take the ball gag out, Margaret." After I get backup to the dock, Margaret unhook me from the harness, unhand cuff me, and unshackles my feet, leaving the harness on me. "The harness has a lock on it, sweetheart," she says, "and I only have the keys to the cuffs and the shackles. Bill has the key to the harness." As soon as we're out of sight of Biff, she asks, "You want that gag out?" I nod yes. She unbuckles the gag and then I take it out. "Why me?" I ask her as we go into the girls' restroom. Margaret doesn't answer, so I just walk into a stall. As she explains, I raise my dress up, pull my panties and tights down, and sit down to pee. I get some toilet paper and wipe as I'm instructed to do, then pull my panties and tights back up. When I walk out, Margaret adjusts my dress, saying, "You're going to have to remember to adjust your dress after you get done using the restroom from now on, young lady." I say, "okay mommy." I give her a big hug. I'm never going to get used to my new voice and the fact I have to sit to pee. I start crying as Margaret puts the ball gag back in my mouth and refastens it. I feel cold steel on my wrists as she replaces the handcuffs on me. We walkout of the restroom and back down to the dock where Bill is back up on the dock and waiting for us. "Good," he says. "Now to put you back in the harness and send you back down to the water." "Hasn't she had enough torture for one evening? Margaret asks. "No I don't think so," Bill answers. "I haven't even begun yet." "Bill, it's well past midnight and my daughter is getting sleepy," she says. "Sorry Margaret," he says. "Remember I'm back in charge now. Biff, come here and help me put Regina back on the hoist while I shackle her legs." Biff picks me up and put me on the hoist while Bill shackles my legs. I hear 3 locks click shut two on my feet and one on the ball gag too. I look at Margaret in confusion and she asks for me, "Gina wants to know what are the locks for." "Just being sure that Gina doesn't try to escape! Like she's going anywhere anyway," he says, laughing as he lowers me back down to the water. I get hysterical again and start trying to scream and crying again. I finally quit screaming after 5 minutes but continue crying. I hear Bill and Margaret arguing about me. But when Bill threatens to turn Margaret into my identical twin, she quits arguing. I see her lean over the railing and look down at me. I look up at her and try to plead to be released. She shakes her head and says, "No Gina. I don't have any keys to the handcuffs or locks now." I then hear Bill walk up and say, "Susan is on her way. I told her my car has broken down and I need her to come and pick me up. She'll be driving a minivan. Biff, put on this ski mask. Get ready to grab her when I lure her out of the car to help load something in her van. Susan carries mace so be prepared for anything." "I will, comrade," Biff says. I hear his heavy footsteps walk away down the dock. I guess I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know I hear someone screaming for help. The screaming becomes more garbled. A few minutes pass, after which I see a duplicate of myself being lowered down to the water. She's hysterical. She's screaming for help, crying too. She looks exactly like me, with the same kind of dress, hair, and even eye color. I see in her expression it's Susan. I start crying again. Then I hear Bill say, "Now Susan, look next to you. That's your husband Bill. " She falls silent and turns to look at me. I nod in timid agreement, then give her an expression that only Susan would know. She starts screaming for help again as she realizes what has happened. I join her. My throat is raw, but I can't seem to stop. But it's no use. Nobody hears us and comes to our rescue. We finally give up and listen to the activity on the docks. Bill is saying to Margaret, "First thing in the morning I want you to go to your office, file divorce papers and sign them in Susan's name." Susan and I give each other a look that says, "What in god's name are they up to?" "Okay," Margaret replies, "and I'll also file for a lost birth certificate for the second girl as the twin sister of Regina." I hang my head in shame. I can't quite decide what I'm most ashamed of. Then I just cry for a long time. "Hey Bi... oops, I mean Regina," I hear Bill say. "Margaret and I have decided to give you a twin sister instead of a infant baby sister. This way you can at least grow up together." He comes down to where we can see him. He stands there in nothing but his shorts, and watches us dangling for a few minutes. Then he grins at us in a way that makes my skin crawl, dives into the water and swim far, far out in the bay. We actually loose sight of him for a while. Maybe 15 minutes later we see him returning toward the docks. When Bill get to the dock ladder he asks, "Hey Margaret, what are you going to name Regina's new twin sister?" She leans over the dock railing and says, "I'm naming her Robin Elisabeth Adams." He climbs up the ladder and stops in sight of us. "Now then," he says, "you two girls are stuck in those bodies forever." We start screaming and crying very, very, very hard, Bill continues up the ladder toward the docks. "Now Bill," Margaret says. "would you please bring the girls back up to the dock so I can take them home and put them to bed?" "Not tonight, baby," he answers. "First thing in the morning, I promise." "We can't leave them down there all night long," she says. "Margaret, look at the time we have already anyway", Bill says. I hear them walk away and don't hear much more of the conversation after that. I look at Susan and realize we're both tied up in the same way; handcuffs, locking ankle hobbles, locking ball gags, and very uncomfortable locking body harnesses. Her face is in shadow, but I can see her eyes are closed and she looks like she's fallen asleep. I watch a lost tear slide down her damp cheek and fall from her chin into the dark waters lapping at her toes. A gentle wind rocks us in our harnesses, singing a wordless lullaby. I fall asleep dangling beside the woman I love, no matter what body she might be in. *** The next thing I know, it's morning. More likely afternoon, from what I can tell by the suns location in the sky. We're still inches above the water. My heart starts pounding in my ears and the fear of water washes over me, worse than ever. I hear someone walk up to the dock railing. "Afternoon, girls," Bill says. We look up at him. I give him an evil look as if I want to kill him. At this point I wouldn't rule it out. "You two girls ready to return to dry land?" he asks. We both nod excitedly. Tears start streaming down our faces. We're slowly raised back up to the dock. My feet barely touch the ground before a damp, sweet smelling rag is covering my nose and mouth. Susan is getting the same treatment. What little strength I had leaves me. Something tells me I should have felt pain as I fell to the ground. Maybe I did, but I'm too disconnected from it. I can't get my eyes to open back up. My arms and legs dangle uselessly as I'm lifted up from the ground. I open my eyes. It takes a moment for me to realize I'm in the back of the minivan. Turning my head, I see I'm now handcuffed to Susan, who is also awake. She's wearing a baby harness, ankle hobbles, and is strapped into a pink colored car seat. The ball gag has been replaced by a pacifier, which is tied behind her head. I try to say something comforting to her, but there's something in my mouth as well. I look at myself and realize I'm wearing a baby harness, ankle hobbles, and is strapped into a pink colored car seat too. We're wearing some kind of leather mittens with locks on them that prevent us from moving our fingers or untying the pacifiers. Too embarrassed to look at Susan again, I turn the other way and the out the window. I see we're parked outside our house. Bill is talking to a crew from a moving van. His back is to us so I cannot tell what he's saying to them. He turns around and sees us watching him. He hands Biff a wad of money and walks towards us. When he reaches the van, he says, "Hello girls. Like my little surprise for you? We sold all your furniture to an auction house. I'd said, 'since my wife left me last night, I don't want to live here anymore.' I also quit your worthless job first thing this morning." Before I can think of how I will get my job back if... no, when I get my body back, I hear the rumble of a car coming up behind us. I look in the rearview mirror and see Margaret driving up in what I guess is her car. Bill says, "Wondering what happened to your car? It's now at the bottom of the bay. I pushed it into the bay last night while you two were asleep. I claimed Susan took it in the divorce papers I signed this afternoon. Susan and I are now officially divorced. I'm moving to Albany, New York, Gina. And get used to that name, Gina. That's your name now and you going to live with it. Margaret has decided to move her law practice to New York also. As Margaret climbs out of her car, Bill leans in closer and whispers, "Wondering why we left you hanging there till well after noon?" He smiles that awful smile. "It's because we were having sex. It was good too." I almost gag at the thought of what he did, but this pacifier gets in the way. The evil grin slides from his face like slime off the back of a toad as Margaret approaches the van and opens the back door on the passenger side. "Now, Bill says, "we're going to release you two girls and I want you two to behave. No screaming, crying, nothing. Got me girls?" We nod in timid acceptance. But that doesn't mean I have any intension of letting him keep my body. Somehow, I'll get my revenge. There's absolutely no way I'm staying a girl forever. Bill seems completely unaware of my hidden rage as he unlocks the mittens, handcuffs, and ankle hobbles. He then releases us from the car seats and lets us take off the pacifiers. Then Margaret attaches leashes to our baby reigns. I feel like a jackass. Susan, now Robin, asks, "Can we go to the restroom?" Bill says, "Yes, go to the restroom." Margaret leads us to the house. Susan starts getting upset. Not quite knowing what to do to calm her, I reach out and touch her hand. For a moment, there's a frightening mixture of emotions on her face; anger, fear, hopelessness and... blame? Maybe I'm just imagining that because of the guilt I feel. The look disappears before I can be sure. In its place, I see hope and trust in here eyes. We both nearly collide with a mover carrying a large box out the door. When we get inside the house we see the movers boxing up dishes, silverware, everything. We go towards the bathroom in the hall. On the way Margaret says, "You two girls need to learn a few ground rules. You two WILL be going to a private school. This school has a strict uniform dress code with no exceptions to anyone. After school you'll come directly home every day, absolutely no exceptions. Your homework and chores will be done before you can even think about playing with your friends. Your chores are cleaning your rooms, vacuuming included, all the dishes, and your own laundry. If you're ever allowed pets, they must be feed and bathed by YOU alone. "I'll inspect everything when I get home from work at five o'clock," she says as we approach the bathroom. "You'll have only two hours and you must be at least half done with the chores list each day. When we get to New York I'll print off your chores list for you. The consequences will be: first offence paddling and grounded for a day, second offence paddling, grounded for a week and the whole weekend in diapers, and third offence paddling, grounded for two weeks and with a week in diapers. From there on add a week to time you're grounded and also a week to how long you wear diapers. You hear me girls?" We nod in agreement, too afraid to say anything in response. "Girls, girls," she says with a sigh, "you may talk." "Mama, why us?" Robin asks, her lower lip quivering. "Why did you two ruin our happy lives together?" She starts weeping and buries her face in my dress. I hold her close and let her cry. "I'm sorry Susa...Robin, Regina," she answers, gently stroking the top of Robin's head. "I watched helplessly when they turned my husband into the girls body you two are in right now, I am truly sorry." Robin has stopped crying. But she hasn't pulled away, so I keep holding her. "You could have at least tried to find his body instead of doing this to us," I say. "We did try to find him.," she says. "We looked for months and months, to no avail. So we decided to just to find a person who matched his physical parameters as close as possible. Gina, your former body was chosen because it was the best match. I researched your whole background and personal life up to date. Then I arranged for you to meet Gina, now Bill, at the mall. I shadowed you from the mall all the way to the docks. Biff, the Russian guy last night, was a last minute addition. He was only looking for some way to make some money. So we hired him and we told him where to meet us. We had everything else in place for few weeks. Now Gina, Robin, I want you both to use the restroom. Then I want you two girls to help pack everything in the kitchen. You hear me? "Yes ma'am," I say. Robin, still sniffling, looks up at Margaret and nods her agreement. "Bill will tell you what he wants you to pack up," she says, smiling at our reply. "Don't forget that Bill is your father and remember what he said!" "Yes we do," we say in unison. "Good," she says. "I'm going to pack up all of Susan's clothes and then take them to donate to the goodwill." We finally get into the bathroom and Susan uses the stool first. Then I use the it and Robin shows me what to do. I pull up my panties and tights. I adjust my dress as Robin adjusts hers. We look in the full-length mirror on the back of the door in the bathroom. We look exactly identical of course. We both have the same bodies, exactly. We go to the kitchen and start helping to pack up all the dishes and food. We talk about the good times we have had here, what it's going be like as twin sisters, and how Susan became Robin. Then I told her how I got stuck like this. In an odd way, it almost feels like old times. Bill enter the kitchen and seems startled to see us. He quickly recovers and says, "Girls, I want you two to go with Margaret and start packing things up at her house." When we don't immediately respond, he shouts "Right now! I'll finish up here by myself. Now get out of here." We hurry out to join Margaret. She takes off our baby reigns and warns us, "If you step out of line once you'll be wearing them outside every day for two weeks straight." "Okay," we say to Margaret, now our mother. She starts telling us why everything is happening like it is, and why I was picked to replace Regina as her daughter. "It was my idea to turn Robin into Regina's identical twin instead of an infant," she says. "I would rather avoid having to change diapers as much as possible. Now, will you be very well behaved little girls?" Robin says, "I will." I say, "I don't know If I can or not. I don't want Bill to be my father at all. I hate that guy and I'm sick of looking at him in my body!" Margaret smacks me. "Be nice, young lady," she says. "That man was my husband before his body was stolen from him." Too shocked to be angry, I apologize to her. But the shock doesn't last long. "Why didn't you just use the medallion to change him back to a guy using his own clothes instead of ruining out lives?" I ask. She sighs and is lost in thought for a moment before she answers, "I had gotten rid of Bill's clothes pretty early. He was angry about that, especially when we later found how they could have been used to turn him back. But even if we had the clothes now, it would be too late. The medallion is gone and I'm not sure where he dropped it at out in the bay. I'm truly sorry girls." Robin and I start crying as we ride to Margaret's house. We finally arrive at a 2-story Red Brick house set back away from the road on a pretty large plot of land. "Nice house," I say, truly impressed. As we are led around the house, we are shown a very spacious living room, 3 bedrooms, 2 full size bathrooms plus a smaller version with just a stool and sink , . We're shown our new rooms. They're decorated in pink everything. I don't want to like it but this body likes it. I ask Margaret, "Why are you moving to New York?" She says, "To be near my, husband. Actually, I guess he's my boyfriend now until we're married again." I tell her, "With his mentality he's going to dump you at the first opportunity." She slaps me across the face. "Shut up Regina! I don't want to hear you say that about your father ever again." "He's not my father," I say, cold rage making me reckless. "He stole my body I'm trapped in this kids body. I want my body back right now!" She grabs me by the arm and half drags me over to the bed. She sits down and pulls me down over her lap and pulls down my tights and panties. Then she proceeds to swat my bare bum. I squirm and fight it to no avail. I start crying and she finally quits after some fifteen swats on the bare bum. She leaves me on the bed crying. As she leaves she tells me to pull up my panties and tights. I do and lay back across the bed crying. I doze off, still crying. When I wake up, I look up at the clock on the bedside table and see it's close to 6 o'clock at night. I look up as Margaret walks into the room. "I guess you were right, Regina," she says. "I went to your old house. It's empty and Bill was nowhere to be found. He just called me from an airport saying he's leaving me and doesn't want anything to do with me anymore." She is silent for a moment. There's something fragile about her smile and her eyes look bloodshot as if she had just been crying. But there's also a determined set to her jaw. "I have decided not to move to New York after all. But you and Robin are still going to an all girls private school." I nod and say, "Okay, ma'am. What grade are we in school anyway?" She replies, "Fifth grade Regina." "Why can't we go to a public school?" I ask. "I want you two to learn how to be proper young ladies," she answers. "Then why don't you just enroll us in a catholic school?" I ask. "Please ma'am?" "I'll think about it Regina," she says, "but no promises." "Okay," I say. "Where's Robin?" "Helping me with dinner like you should be doing, she says." I slide off the bed and start out the door. "Wait!" she orders. "Yes?" I ask, turning around. She holds out a white lace pinafore apron. "You need this on if you're going to be helping me prepare dinner, girl," she says. "Okay," I meekly say as she helps me put it on. Margaret ties the apron sash in a big bow. She then adjusts my dress and slips. "Go on," she says. "Get to the kitchen and help your sister Robin with dinner. I have a couple of phone calls to make and I'll be down in a few minutes." I head to the kitchen and my sister has me set the table. she shows me how our mother wants it done. I'm in the middle of setting the dining room table when Margaret walks into the kitchen. "Girls," she says, "come here a minute." I put the stuff I'm holding on the table and walk over to where she is seated. "I found out what happened to Bill," Margaret says. "What?" Robin and I ask in unison. "He's on a jet half way to California," she answers. "Why?" I ask. "Apparently, he's joined the Olympic swim team," she says. "He still doesn't want anything do with me. Nor does he want to be your father. He just used me to get your body, Regina." We finish cooking dinner and we turn in for the night. I put on a pink and very prissy looking nightgown. I fall asleep fairly quickly on the pink silk sheets on my bed. The rest of the weekend goes fairly smooth, considering I had to learn how to be a girl that weekend. We went to church that Sunday. I wore a white dress with white lace. The following Monday went primarily without a hitch. Robin and I were enrolled in a catholic school for girls. That's where I'm actually writing this story for you people at Fictionmania. I had better quit now. Sister Maria is coming.