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By Heather St. Claire and Troy X
"What the -- " The man known to the world as Bob couldn't figure out what was
going on. One moment, he had been sitting alone in his apartment, reading the
latest TG fiction on his computer; now he was someplace else. It had happened in
an instant, in the blink of an eye.
He was standing on the street in a city he didn't recognize. It looked like any
place in small town America in the year 2003. A main street that must have once
been the hub of the community, now reduced to a few brave or stubborn survivors
in a sea of empty storefronts. He was standing in front of a theater that had
once had clearly been a show piece; now it was as dilapidated as the rest of the
town.
The battered marquee, half its lights missing or burned out, said "Majestic."
For a minute, he wondered if he had landed in a Jim Carey movie. Then he read
the name of the feature, spelled out in mis-matched movable lettering: "Mona
Lisa Smile." Still reeling, looking for some kind of an anchor in this new
reality, he turned, and found himself staring at a man he had never met, but who
he knew intimately.
The other man's online friends knew him as Troy. But Bob was able to look
beneath the shell of unreality to see the woman inside. Although they had never
met face to face, he instantly knew who stood before him. "Melissa," he said
with quiet wonderment.
"Yes, Claire," Troy replied.
"Now what?"
"I guess we watch the show."
Bob laughed. "I guess so."
Soon, they found themselves alone in the cavernous theater's balcony. "It's too
bad the way they've let this place go," Troy said.
"Yeah," Bob agreed. "You can see how beautiful it must have been once. Any idea
why we're here yet?"
"Not a clue. Have you seen this picture?"
"Not yet. I have been looking forward to it. You know, one of my fantasies
always has involved being a woman in the past. Back when women really were
women, if you know what I mean. I know it's a sexist stereotype, but damn
it...." his voice trailed off.
Troy reached over and patted his hand. "I understand." Then, after a pause. "You
really want to have to wear a girdle all the time?" Bob chuckled. "I don't know.
You always have been able to lighten my mood." Another pause. "Will the movie
ever start? I get so tired of these previews that go on forever."
Troy yawned. "Who knows? All I know is how tired I am all of a sudden."
"Don't go to sleep on me now, dear." Bob saw Troy had already fallen into a deep
slumber. Strangely, he suddenly felt very sleepy, too.
Melissa found herself coming to. A bright light, a flashlight, was shining in
her eyes. "Ladies, are you awake?" In the background she heard the voice of
Lowell Thomas on a newsreel, talking about President Eisenhower and the end of
the Korean War. Newsreel? President Eisenhower? She squinted through the harsh
light, and made out the tall figure of an usher. An usher? In a movie theater?
They haven't had ushers since--
Her train of thought was interrupted by the soft, feminine voice she heard from
the form next to her. "Sorry. I guess we were more worn out than we thought. Two
little ones will do that. Tell me, did Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn get
together in the end?" The movie was Roman Holiday, a new release in 1953.
The usher smiled and said, "You better stay for the next show if you want to
find out, ma'am."
"Oh no, we can't stay. We have to get home to our girls. We'll have to see the
picture another time."
Melissa watched the statuesque brunette rise to her feet. He knew immediately
that it was Bob, or rather, Claire. But how?
"Come on, cousin," she said briskly. "We have to get home. You know Mrs. Philpot
said she couldn't stay with the girls past 10."
"Oh...oh, right," Melissa found herself replying, even as she wondered to
herself who Mrs. Philpot might be. She picked up her purse (she had a purse?)
and coat and followed Claire along the aisle.
The two young women made their way out of the theater. It was a warm late summer
evening. Melissa turned and looked up at the theater. It was the same one they
had entered before....only it was a gleaming movie palace now, every light in
the marquee blazing in full Technicolor glory. And now the picture being
advertised was, of course, "Roman Holiday."
"Claire...what's going on?"
"I'm not sure, but I think I've got an idea. But I don't know where our car is.
Do you remember? Think, girl, think!"
Suddenly a smile formed on Melissa's face. Claire's heart ached with joy as she
gazed at the deep blue eyes, the full, red lips, the soft blonde curls framing
that loving expression.
"Right there?" Melissa said, with just a touch of hesitation in her voice. She
was pointing at a yellow 1948 Ford Convertible.
"Of course! Old Betsy! How could I have forgotten?" Claire laughed. The two
women climbed into the car, carefully smoothing their skirts as they sat down,
as if they had been doing it all their lives.
As Claire said a small prayer that she would know how to drive a stick shift
(she did), Melissa asked, "So what's happened to us?"
"Isn't it obvious? We've been turned into women, and somehow transported back to
the year 1953. The real question, is how, and why?"
"That's two questions, dear." She paused, and drew in her breath. "Just think.
No cell phones. No Internet. No personal computers. No cell phones. No DVDs. No
cable television."
"Try no television, period. I bet this town is too small to have a TV station
yet."
"So what do we do at night, when we don't go to the movies?"
Claire smiled. "That's easy. We listen to the radio, play board games, read,
and--" She broke off the train of thought to make a turn into a residential
neighborhood. Neither of them had ever been there, but it was comfortably
familiar.
"And we -- " Melissa laughed with delight.
Claire pulled the car into a parking space in front of a small bungalow. "My
God," she said softly. "Even a picket fence in front." Then, after a pause,
"Honey, we're home."
Melissa pecked Claire gently on the cheek. "This will take a lot of getting used
to, but with each other's support I'm sure we'll be able to do it. We also have
to find out about who we are now. We didn't just become Melissa and Claire; we
became people who already existed. Maybe it was God, maybe it was fate, I think
it was both."
Claire smiled. ?Whatever it was, it feels so wonderful?so right.? Melissa and
Claire walked up to the door and opened it. Two young girls, ages 5 and 3 were
lying on the couch curled asleep..
The neighborly old babysitter smiled at them. "They're sleeping like little
angels. Did you two enjoy the movie?" Claire nodded. "It was great; maybe we'll
get a chance to see it again soon." She opened her purse and gave the old woman
a silver dollar. The woman smiled and wished them a good night and left. Melissa
and Claire looked at each other then down at the sleeping girls. They were
definitely home.
After putting the girls into bed, Claire and Melissa decided to explore the
house. Some of the things there seemed so primitive. Melissa giggled softly. "I
guess we're going to have to adapt. I will tell you, it's been a long time since
I've felt that safe in a car though." Claire smiled. "Yes, we can't say they
don't built them like they used to, cause it is now." Melissa looked in the
kitchen. "I miss microwaves already. I wonder how we're going to adapt. We're in
the prime of baby boomer days. Women are more expected as homemakers than
workers." Claire shook her head, "Well, we'll figure something out." "That's
true; I guess we'll find out tomorrow." The two women kissed each other, and
walked upstairs.
They noticed something when they were upstairs. They had separate bedrooms. This
was something new to learn. After a hug good night, Claire and Melissa crawled
into their beds. Tomorrow would be the first day of their new lives.
Claire came to with a start as the wind-up alarm clock on her nightstand roused
her from a deep sleep. "My goodness," she thought. "I don't think I've ever had
such a wonderful night's sleep in all my life. What a wonderful, crazy,
vivid...." Then she opened her eyes, saw the old-fashioned wallpaper and
furniture around her, and the realization hit her. She really was a woman now. A
woman named Claire, living in the year 1953, with her great love Melissa, and
her two daughters, all of them in a small town....who knows where?
She drew a deep breath. It's all going to work out, she kept telling herself,
it's all going to work out. We seem to be able to access the knowledge we need
as it becomes necessary. She had never driven a stick shift in her life before
the trip home the night before, yet it had been smooth, natural easy.
With that, her feet hit the floor and she found herself rushing toward the
bathroom. She marveled at the solidity of the old claw-foot tub as she turned on
the shower and stepped in. So much was rushing through her mind she barely had a
chance to savor the wonderful sensations her new body was providing her. Like
the warm pulse of the shower spray against her breasts. Or the roughness of the
washcloth that caused her nipples to stretch to erection.
After quickly slipping into slacks, flats and a simple white blouse, Claire
hurried downstairs to start making breakfast. She plugged in the coffeepot and
watched with wonder as the glass-topped percolator began doing its work. "I
haven't seen one of these since--" she thought. The thought was interrupted by
the simultaneous assault of two sets of arms wrapping themselves around her
legs.
"Good morning, Mommy!" Rose, the five-year-old squealed. "I'm hungry," three
year old Patricia cried.
"Easy girls, easy," Claire said as she stirred the oatmeal, lifted the toast out
of the toaster, and poured coffee into a steaming mug just as Melissa walked
into the tiny kitchen. Claire had been the self-assured, multi-tasking supermom
until this moment. But at the first sight of her love since the evening before,
she found herself breathless, and speechless.
She gazed with love and delight at the blonde-haired, full-bosomed beauty that
stood before her. She wore a light blue dress with a floral pattern and a
simple, elegant pearl necklace with matching earrings. Her makeup and hair were
expertly done. Melissa smiled. "Aren't you going to say good morning, cousin?"
"Oh. Oh, of course. You...you're just really looking lovely today."
"Thank you. But don't think for a minute this isn't hard work! I had to get up
an hour before you did! All that time fussing over myself...and you may be
excited about wearing girdles, but believe me, I'm not.....and by the way, why
aren't you wearing one?"
The two girls attacked their breakfast of oatmeal, juice and toast with delight,
oblivious to the conversation the two women were sharing.
"It seems that I'm the stay-at-home mom. I've got to watch the girls all day,
clean the house, do the laundry--I still can't believe that wringer!--and take
care of my sewing and mending. In case you weren't aware, I take in that kind of
work to help supplement our household budget. It seems we can't make it just on
your salary at....where is it you work, dear?" Claire was back at the stove,
stirring the scrambled eggs the two women would share.
"I'm a teller at the local bank, and I bring home $52.50 a week, which is quite
good for this era." Claire saw the obvious pride and slight look of hurt on her
love's face.
"Darling, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I'm sure you work very hard for
that money. My gosh, on your feet all day in those heels! It's just--it's just
that all of this is so different, so confusing.? She paused and drew a deep
breath.
?Do you realize that they haven't started building the interstate highway system
yet? And the first polio vaccine won?t be available until next year?.oh dear
lord; we have to worry about the girls being exposed to polio this year! The
Russians, er, the Soviet Union, won't even launch Sputnik for another four
years...and Bob Haley won't release 'Rock Around The Clock' until next year!
Let?s see?.1954, ?next year,? also is going to bring us the Brown vs. Board of
Education decision in the Supreme Court, color TV, TV dinners, the first organ
transplant?..all kinds of things we took for granted in the 21st century!?
Melissa picked at her breakfast. "But there are good things, remember. After all
where did you get these eggs?"
"What do you-- oh!" Claire said with a snap of sudden recognition. "The front
porch! The milkman delivered them! We have a milkman!"
"You won't find that kind of service in the 21st century," Melissa said with a
smile. She carefully patted her lips with her napkin to avoid smearing her
bright red lipstick. "Well, we could spend all day trying to sort this out, but
I have to get to work." She leaned over to hug and kiss the girls, picked up her
purse, then hurried out the front door toward their car. Claire and the girls
waved goodbye as Melissa headed off to her first day in the business world of
1953.
Working in the 1950s would definitely be different from working in the 21st
century. Not only that, there would be other changes. There are no faxes, no
copiers, and no computers to make things simpler. Records will be much more
primitive and harder to keep. However, life wouldn't be so hectic, so that would
make things a bit easier. Melissa felt a bit strange driving the big gas
guzzling steel machine to work. It was like driving a small tank. She giggled
softly. Things were going to be different, but that didn't mean they would be
bad at all. She arrived at the place identified in the purse and prepared to
enter. Before she could reach for the door, an older man took the handle, opened
it, and, tipping his hat, said, ?After you, miss.? Melissa smiled and said
softly, ?Thank you.?
She looked around the bank. It was so interesting. She took in the old-fashioned
teller?s windows, the heavy wooden desks, the heavy black door to the main vault
on one side of the room. She had no badge, there were no security guards sitting
around here. It was a different time and she would adjust to it somehow.
Soon she was ready to take her place at the first teller's window. As the day
passed and she helped one customer after another, she couldn't help but marvel
how small so many of these transactions were. People were depositing five
dollars at a time, or withdrawing three. They were having interest entered in
their passbooks (something she had to do by hand!), even if it was only a couple
of dollars.
Yes, the scale of the business was smaller, but it was so much more human. She
found that she "knew" almost every person who came to her window. She found
herself listening patiently, asking questions, quickly realizing that these
people were part of the fabric of her life and she was part of theirs. Although
she was busy with customers a good part of the day, there were also quiet
stretches where she found herself sorting and double-checking her till and
wondering how Claire was doing at home with the girls.
Thoughts of Melissa at work passed through Claire's mind fleetingly a couple of
times during the day. As she had watched her love drive away, Claire's mind had
also turned to the new...or, perhaps, old world in which they found themselves.
"Mommy, mommy!" the girls chanted in unison. Claire felt an insistent tugging at
her apron.
"What is it girls?" she asked sweetly.
"Let's play!" And so they did. Over the next several hours, Claire found herself
totally immersed in the most challenging, wonderful, important job she could
ever have, the one she knew she had been born for: To be a mother.
She played with the girls. She swept the floors. She did the laundry, using the
wringer washer, (and hung it to dry on the clothesline in the back yard.) She
made lunch for the girls. She broke up a fight between them. She cleaned up
Patricia's skinned knee, wiped her tears, and hugged her tightly when she fell
off her tricycle. She spent a few minutes weeding in the flower beds in front of
the house. She started dinner cooking for the four of them. Somehow, she found
time to do all these things, and a hundred more. She felt a little tired, a
little stressed, and deliriously, almost indescribably, happy.
Claire was standing over the stove, concentrating on the dinner she was
preparing, when she suddenly felt a pair of soft arms encircle her waist. She
turned, she Melissa, and before she had a chance to speak, felt her lover's lips
meet hers in a moist, passionate kiss.
"Wow!" Claire said happily when they finally broke the embrace. "But the girls--
"
"Don't worry, they're in the living room, listening to...and watching the radio.
Isn't that a little odd?"
"Not really. My mom told me they always did that when she was growing up."
Melissa nodded and said, "I have got to go change! I can't wait to get out of
this girdle!"
"Kinda uncomfortable, huh?"
"Very!"
"But it does make that sexy butt of yours look so nice," Claire said with a
smile. She reached over and gave Melissa's breasts a playful squeeze. "I do love
these bullet bras, though. I know it's not as 'natural' a look, but I find it
awfully sexy."
"You'll probably have me in a corset when we go to mass on Sunday!" Melissa
laughed.
"Mass?"
"Yeah, didn't you know we're Catholic?"
"Hmmm," Claire said, suddenly looking thoughtful. "This is Friday. No wonder I'm
fixing fish for dinner. (The prohibition on meat on Fridays wouldn?t be lifted
until 1965.) If you want to change, hurry, it's going to be ready soon!"
The four females enjoyed a pleasant family meal together. Melissa talked about
her day at work, while Claire brought her up to date on what the girls had been
doing. It was so ordinary, yet so wonderful; Claire thought her heart would
burst with happiness.
After the meal, Claire was doing the dishes, and Melissa realized she needed to
call a woman from church. She knew it had something to do with a bazaar the
parish was holding in a few weeks, but wasn?t sure exactly what she needed to
know. By this point, though, she was sure the knowledge would come to her when
she needed it.
Melissa picked up the phone and was about to place a manicured finger into one
of the holes of the dial. A puzzled look crossed her face. She gently replaced
the heavy black receiver and turned to Claire. ?I think there?s something wrong
with the phone, dear. Two other people were talking when I picked it up.?
Claire smiled. ?Nothing?s wrong with the phone, Angel Face. We?re on a party
line.?
?Party line??
?Yes, they were once quite common. Everybody on this side of the block shares
the phone line. We?ve each got our own ring?ours is two short and one long, by
the way?and we?re all supposed to try to keep calls to five minutes or less.?
?How do you keep someone from listening in??
?You don?t. How do you think dear old Mrs. Philpot always knows what everybody?s
up to??
Melissa sighed. ?How...primitive.?
?Yes,? Claire agreed. ?But on the other hand, have you noticed how
much?..quieter?.the world seems without any cell phones? No phones going off in
theaters?..no one driving down the street talking on the phone, not paying
attention to the road. Like we?ve said, there are trade-offs.?
That night, the four women slept?and dreamed. Three of them had happy dreams.
Claire?s?..were not.
The next morning was a Saturday, and no one had to be up early. Still, Melissa
found herself awake shortly before 6:30. She heard the sounds of someone moving
around in the kitchen below. Getting out of bed and pulling her robe over her
nightgown, she headed downstairs to find out what was going on.
She walked into the kitchen to find Claire sitting at the table, drinking a cup
of coffee. She looked pale, shaken.
?What?s wrong, darling??
?I?I don?t know where to begin.?
Melissa sat down and put her hand on Claire?s. ?Why don?t you start at the
beginning,? she said sweetly.
Claire brushed a strand of hair out of her face. ?Oh, I must look like a fright.
I don?t have any makeup on?.?
?Honey, honey, that doesn?t matter right now. What does matter is whatever?s got
you so shaken up.?
Claire took a deep breath. ?Well, I dreamed about Claire?s?my?childhood.?
Melissa raised her eyebrows. ?This should be interesting. Go on.?
?It seems I was born in Oklahoma in 1928. My parents had a small farm there.?
?Oklahoma!? Melissa said with surprise. ?What was that like??
?I really don?t remember much about it. We left when I was four. The depression.
The dust bowl. It pretty much wiped my parents out. You remember from history,
the people who loaded everything on their cars and headed west, the ?Oakies?? We
were Okies!? Claire choked up for a moment, then went on. ?Things got better
once we got out here, though. Daddy was able to scrape up enough money for buy a
small grocery store after a couple of years, and we did OK after that.?
?What about brothers or sisters??
?I was an only child. Mamma, that?s what I always called her, mamma, was past 40
when I was born. She said I was her gift from heaven.? A tear rolled down
Claire?s cheek. She paused again.
?Everything was pretty ordinary until 1943, the year I turned 15. I was only a
sophomore in high school, but I fell in love?hard. With a boy.?
Melissa tried to hide her frown.
?I know,? Claire said. ?I felt like I was betraying you?even if it wasn?t me!
Oh, this is so confusing. Anyway, his name was Charles Walker, and he was a
senior, 18. I wanted to get married, but of course I was too young. And as soon
as he graduated, he enlisted in the Army. World War II, remember??
?Oh?sure,? Melissa said.
?Well, the next two years, to put it mildly, were hell. He was part of D-Day,
the Battle of the Bulge, all the major action in Europe. But he came home.?
?And??
?And we got married in 1946, just as soon as I graduated. We were very happy. He
was very kind, and very loving. And everything seemed perfect when the girls
came along, in 1948 and 1950. I remember how happy ?I? was to have girls.?
Melissa smiled, ?But of course.?
?Then it all went bad?very bad. We?the United States?went to war in Korea.
Charlie, that?s what I called him, Charlie, decided to re-enlist. We had
terrible fights about it. There wasn?t much chance of his being drafted, with
two young children, and I told him he had done his duty, served his time.?
?But he went anyway??
?He went. Being left alone with two young girls was pretty hard?but things got
worse.?
Claire didn?t say anything for almost a minute. Melissa took hold of both her
hands. Finally, she asked softly, ?How did things get worse??
?Daddy died in 1951, and Mamma died last year.? She began to cry. ?Oh, this is
so sad, and so strange. Even though they weren?t my parents, I feel like they
were. I feel all the love for them that Claire did.?
The two women embraced as Claire cried. Finally, she was able to speak again.
?And then?.and then?.a few months ago, a car pulled up in front of this house.
An army officer got out. I knew as soon as I saw him.?
?Knew what??
?That Charlie was dead. He was riding in a jeep that ran over a land mine. They
flew him to a MASH hospital, but he died on the operating table. The damn war
was just a few weeks from being over! I guess I blacked out?and that?s when the
dream ended, and I woke up. Even though it was a dream, I know that?s what
really happened.?
Melissa continued to hold Claire and soothe her. ?Oh honey,? she said over and
over.
Finally, Claire was able to regain her composure. ?I guess that still doesn?t
explain why we?re here, but that makes some of this clearer.?
The women might have spent more time trying to figure out the missing pieces of
the puzzle of their new lives, but just then, Rose and Patricia came bounding
into the room. ?Mommy! Aunt Melissa! Are we going on our picnic today??
?S-sure,? Claire said, her mood quickly brightening. ?We promised, didn?t we??
The foursome ate breakfast, and while the girls played, Claire and Melissa
packed a picnic lunch. The foursome put the wicker picnic basket into the trunk,
got into the car and headed on a drive out of town. Even though she had never
driven the path before, Claire instinctively knew the way. At one point, she
turned to Melissa and asked, ?Isn?t it strange to ride in a car without seat
belts? I?d like to see if we can get them installed. I think they were available
in this era?.if I remember right, you have to have airplane seat belts put in.?
Melissa shook her head. ?We really are in another era.?
The spot they found for the picnic was a miniature paradise on earth. Tucked
between two hillsides were lush trees, a gently rolling grassy meadow, alongside
a deep blue stream. Melissa, Claire, Rose and Patricia enjoyed their meal, then
spent a couple of hours exploring the glen. It was just the balm the women?s
souls needed to deal with the strange and wonderful change that had transformed
their lives.
The next morning was Sunday. Claire found herself preoccupied with getting
herself and the girls ready for Mass. She loved getting all dressed up for
church. She wore a dress of deep blue with white polka dots, her only string of
pearls, white gloves, and a broad-brimmed hat. The girls wore matching floral
print dresses.
When she got her first look at Melissa that morning, she gasped with delight.
She had her hair in an upswept bouffant, and wore a dark green dress with a wide
black belt.
?Honey,? Claire said with wonder. ?You?re the most beautiful woman on earth.?
?No,? Melissa said sweetly. ?You are.?
The four women entered the Catholic Church with a special sense of reverence.
Although neither of them knew the Latin Mass, and Claire hadn?t even been
Catholic before the transformation, they each instinctively knew the service.
Melissa said special prayers of thanksgiving, and for continued guidance in
their new lives.
After lunch, Melissa and Claire were having a second cup of coffee while the
girls hurried to change out of their Sunday dresses so they could go outside and
pray.
?Even though I didn?t understand the Latin, I thought the service was beautiful?
and moving,? Claire said.
?Uh-huh,? Melissa agreed.
?What?s wrong, honey? It?s seemed like your mind has been somewhere else today.?
Melissa took another sip of coffee and nodded. ?I had a dream last night. I
think I picked up the story where you left off.?
?Don?t keep me in suspense!? Claire exclaimed.
?In the dream, I was visited by an angel.? Claire only nodded at this amazing
revelation.
?She showed me the moment when you?Claire?received the news of Charlie?s death.
I saw you fall to the floor. It was horrible.? She fought back tears. ?I saw you
fall to the floor...and that?s when you, or Claire, died.?
?Died?? Claire said incredulously.
?The angel told me that it was a stroke?..but she really died of a broken heart.
It was just too much sorrow for her to bear. It was too much for the angel, too.
That was when she began to cry. There are so many tragedies in the world, but
some, apparently, are even too much for angels. She knew what Claire?s death
would mean for the girls. With no family, they would be split up and sent to
orphanages. She couldn?t let that happen.?
?No family?? Claire asked. ?What about you??
?I?m getting to that. Right at that moment, that?s when she reached 50 years
into the future, and summoned your soul back to this time and into Claire?s
body. And then, she created me.?
?I don?t understand.?
?It seems that Melissa didn?t exist until that moment. She created her, her
body, her life, and that?s when she came back for me. She said we were always
meant to be together as women anyway, and this made it all come together
beautifully.?
?What about Bob and Troy??
?Their loved ones won?t miss them, because the angel also changed the
future?they simply won?t ever exist. So, back to the present, 1953. You came to?
it was really you?and after the soldier comforted you for a while, you picked up
the phone and called me. Of course, I immediately agreed to come live with you
and help you raise the girls.?
?And Claire?.the original Claire??
?She?s in Heaven, darling, with Charlie and her parents at her side, and she?s
at peace, knowing her girls are being raised by such a devoted mother.?
Tears rolled down Claire?s cheeks. ?I couldn?t do it without you, love.?
Melissa?s cheeks were also bright with tears. ?I know, dear, I know.? The two
women embraced. At the same time, they both looked out the window and saw their
girls, taking turns pushing each other on their tree swing.
?We?re the luckiest women in the world,? Claire said.
?I agree,? Melissa said happily.
THE END
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