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Hello, My Name Is...
By Ozzy Nelson
Jason Waters and Kevin Tatum climbed the stairs of the old house up to
the attic. It had been a week since Jason's Uncle Larry had died and
now Jason's mom was forcing them to help in cleaning up before the house
was put on the market. Jason angrily wondered why they couldn't just
hire somebody to do this for them. After all, with all the money they'd
inherited from good old rich Uncle Larry it wasn't like they were
hurting for cash. His mother, however, viewed this as a family matter
and refused to allow outsiders to see into their private lives, with the
exception of Kevin of course. As she put it, helping in the cleaning
efforts would be a character building experience for the two of them.
"Character building my ass," Jason muttered as they reached the doorway
that lead to the attic staircase.
"What was that?" Kevin asked.
"Nothing. I just really can't believe my mom is making us do this,"
Jason said as he opened the door.
The two of them were halfway up the stairs before Kevin responded. "You
know, you oughta relax. It could be a lot worse. Besides, your uncle
was a complete nutter. We could find some very cool stuff up here."
"Yeah, I guess so," Jason said as he opened the door at the top of the
stairs and walked into the attic.
He had to stifle a whistle as he did. Not only was the place more
organized than any other attic he had seen in his life, but it looked a
bit like a museum. He walked further into the room, barely hearing his
friend's, "Whoa!" The two teens spent the next several hours doing
little more than poking around the various boxes and displays Uncle
Larry had stored here over the years.
Uncle Larry had made his fortune in the stock market very young.
Because of that, he had been able to finance the rather extravagant and
curious life he had become famous for in town. After "retiring" Larry
had gone back to school and earned a doctorate in science. After he
graduated, he and a group of like minded friends had pooled their
resources together to develop a commune of sorts. Its first goal was to
be education. To that end, Larry had financed a small museum, buying
and borrowing various collections from museums of science and history
across the country. He even sponsored a few expeditions himself, mostly
ones that were so far out in theory that the actual scientific community
wouldn't even look at them to laugh at them.
When the commune fell apart, as pretty much all of them did in those
days, Larry took the parts of the museum that he owned out right and
moved back to his hometown. He stayed there till his dying day, but he
continued to add to his collection, rebuilding the museum from the
commune in his attic and striving to make it the collection that he had
dreamed it would be back in the good old days.
This was the Uncle Larry that his friends and family knew. Larry,
though, had developed an obsession or two over the years that those
closest to him would not have understood. He kept this darker side
hidden well, even going so far as to hide the necessities of his secret
life among the relics of his attic "museum". The one thing Uncle Larry
never counted on, in life or death, was the accidental ingenuity of two
teenage boys.
Jason and Kevin had finally made it to the last few boxes of the museum.
It had been hours but neither one of them had really felt bored. Every
time they came to a new box or display they found writings that Uncle
Larry had done that went with them. What they noticed was that the
older displays had tended towards science and history, but as they moved
deeper into the attic and started taking down the newer displays things
took on a more supernatural bent. Uncle Larry had apparently become
quite taken with artifacts and writings of a supposedly "magical"
nature.
"Man!" Kevin said as he took another box over to the attic door so they
could carry it down. "I've got a few crazies in my family, but your
Uncle Larry is the hands down winner."
"Tell me about it! At least his insanity provided plenty of amusement.
See, just one box left." Jason pointed at the trunk left in the darkest
corner of the attic.
"You gonna open it?"
Jason shrugged. "We opened everything else. Come on, let's take a
look."
Jason knelt down and started working the latch on the trunk. It was
locked, unlike everything else in the room. Jason, however, barely
noticed. The lock was quite old fashioned and in a bad state of repair.
It only took one hit of frustration to spring the old coils and pop the
trunk open. Jason lifted the lid of the trunk and saw nothing. It was
empty.
"Geez! It figures. I was hoping for one last bit of weirdness before
the day was over," Kevin said. He stood up and started to walk back to
the attic door.
"No, wait. Something's not right here. The box is too heavy to be
empty," Jason said. He put his hand inside the box. "See, I knew it!"
"What? There's nothing there."
Jason shook his head at his friend's lack of perception. He put his
other hand on the floor beside the trunk to emphasize his point.
"So?"
"They're not level, Kevin," Jason sighed. "See? The bottom of the
trunk should only be a couple of inches higher than the floor, but
instead there's a good five or six inches difference. This thing has a
false bottom."
"Oh, now I see it! Why didn't I notice that before?"
"Because you did exactly what my uncle wanted you to do. You took one
quick look in and then walked away when you saw it was empty. The
bottom looks exactly like you'd expect it to look so unless you're
looking closely it creates the optical illusion of an empty box. Now,
help me move this thing into the light."
The two boys pulled the surprisingly heavy box into the center of the
room, under the one big light hanging from the low ceiling. Jason spent
a few minutes feeling around the inside of the trunk. He finally
collapsed in frustration.
"What?" Kevin asked.
"I just knew there had to be a latch or something that would let us open
the rest of the trunk up. If Uncle Larry's hiding something, you can
bet it's weirder than what was in those last few boxes."
"Yeah, all those old books on lycanthropy and artifacts that were
supposed to make the person wearing them look different were way out
there," Kevin said as he stared at the trunk.
He was looking at the front of the trunk, which had been made to
resemble a chest of drawers of sorts. The workmanship was rather poor,
though, and it was obvious that all the drawers were fakes. Still, if
there wasn't a way into the secret compartment from the inside, that
meant there had to be a way in from the outside. Kevin nudged Jason out
of the way, knelt down, and pulled the bottom of the trunk out exactly
like a drawer in a chest.
"Now why didn't I see that!"
Kevin shook his head. "Because you did exactly what your uncle wanted
you to do. You looked at the outside of the trunk and only saw a fake
veneer where..."
"Shut up! What's in the drawer?" Jason pulled himself up beside Kevin.
"Name tags? There's gotta be hundreds of them."
Sure enough, inside the drawer were stacks of 4x4 sheets of old
fashioned "Hello, My Name Is..." style name tags. Jason started pulling
them out and finally came to a small diary written in his uncle's now
familiar handwriting in the bottom of the drawer. He flipped it open
and started reading.
Kevin found a pen in the drawer. He picked up a page of name tags and
absently started writing names down on them. He looked up a few moments
later when Jason gasped. "What's up?"
"Whoa, man, this is wild. Weird, but definitely wild. If I'm reading
this right, Uncle Larry was either the biggest perv in the world or he
was on the best drugs money could buy."
"What do you mean?" Kevin asked. He scooted closer so he could look at
the diary too, the page of name tags clenched forgotten in his hand.
"Apparently, he was something of a peeping tom. The first few entries
talk about how watching through windows just wasn't doing it for him
anymore, that the thrill of watching other people do it just wasn't
enough. He wanted to be able to experience the sex and still be a
voyeur. That was where the name tags came in. All he had to do was
write someone's name down on one of them and slap it on. Then he would
become that person."
Kevin laughed. "You mean these little name tags could make him look
like someone else?"
Jason shook his head. "No, it was more than that. It was like he
literally became the other person. He would still remember who he used
to be, but, for all intents and purposes, he was the person whose name
was written on the tag. He would think like they thought and act like
they acted. There would be no telling him apart from the person the
name tag transformed him into. Of course there's no way this could be
true."
Kevin looked down at the sheet of name tags. He had written names down
on three of the four. He was listening to Jason and couldn't help but
agree that the idea that the name tags could transform you into someone
else was ludicrous. Still, it couldn't hurt to test them out. Without
another thought, Kevin peeled the name tag that would result in the most
radical change possible off the sheet and slapped it to his chest. He
felt a slight tingle pass through his body and his vision blurred for a
second.
Jason watched as Kevin peeled one of the name tags off and put it on.
He started to stop his friend, but he honestly didn't believe that Kevin
had had time to write anything down on it. Then, the space around Kevin
blurred. When it cleared, Kevin was gone.
Jenna looked at the boy sitting next to her. Memory told her this was
her friend Jason, but she also knew that she didn't know him from Adam.
She smiled at him and could tell his heart was racing. She did so enjoy
revving teenage boys up. Hopefully he wouldn't be one of the pervy
little ones that would try to hit on her.
"You're...you're Jenna...Jameson," Jason stammered.
"In the flesh," she said. She stood up and stretched. Sitting Indian
style on the floor had cramped her legs. She felt the embrace of her
skin tight jeans as she did and smiled again. She looked down and saw
her red painted toe nails sticking out of the strappy, platform sandals
she was wearing. Her long, wavy blonde hair tickled her bare shoulders
and she couldn't help but giggle. She absolutely loved wearing halter
tops.
Then all of a sudden it hit her. As familiar as this all felt to her,
it was the first time she was feeling any of it. She let out a small
gasp.
"Kevin?" the teenage boy asked. "Is that you?"
Jenna looked down at him. He was sitting there looking up at her with
scariest expression on his face. Suddenly, she felt her bearings return
somewhat. "Yeah, it's me," she said. "At least I think so. I feel
more like Jenna now, though. Actually, and I know this is going to
sound weird, but could you call me Jenna. It kinda creeps me out when
you call me Kevin."
"Uh...sure...Jenna. How do you feel right now?"
"To be perfectly honest, I feel fine. I feel like I could go out and
face the world. What your uncle wrote down is true, though. I seem to
have all the quirks of the real Jenna Jameson, though. Her surface
memories, too."
"What do you mean?" Jason asked.
"Well, I know exactly what I'm wearing right now, right down to the last
detail. I can tell you that I bought these shoes last week just to go
with this outfit. Oh yeah, and I can tell you who I blew last night."
"What?"
"I gave Rex Kingston a blow job last night," Jenna said and licked her
lips as she remembered how much fun it had been. She knew that this was
going to freak her out later on, but right now it felt like the most
perfectly normal thing in the world. "I am a porn star, you know," she
went on. "Rex and I were shooting a scene last night and I had to blow
him."
Jason stood up and backed away. "That doesn't gross you out?"
"Me, no, not now at least. I guess I have all of the real Jenna's
inhibitions, or lack there of, too. Now, when I get back to being Kevin
again, I have a feeling I'm going to have a serious conniption.
Speaking of which, how do I change back to Kevin?"
Jason shrugged. "The diary just says all you have to do is take off the
name tag."
"But I'm not wearing a name tag," Jenna said, pointing to her ample
chest. "That was Kevin, remember?"
"Hey, I'm just quoting the book. Why don't you try it?"
Jenna reached up to her breast and felt. Though she would never be able
to explain it in her life, Jenna felt the name tag there on her tit. It
wasn't visible, but she could feel it. It was almost as if she were
reaching through this body down to the real Kevin body beneath it, like
touching the name tag made her body more like the illusion it really was
instead of a false reality.
"Whoa, man," Jason said. "When you do that I can see both of you. It's
like Jenna's superimposed over Kevin's body."
"Yeah," Jenna said. "That's the visual version of what I'm feeling
now." She went to pull the name tag off but was stopped by a voice
coming up the stairs.
"Jason, your mother and I are going out to grab a couple of pizzas. You
and Kevin finish up in the attic and then meet us back at the house.
We'll all sit down for a bite there."
"Thanks, Dad! We'll get everything taken care of and be home in a bit!"
Jason called down. He turned to Jenna and motioned for her not to take
the tag off just yet. Then he ran to the window and watched. "They're
gone," he said a few moments later. "We have the house to ourselves."
"If you think that means I'm going to do anything with you, forget it,
young man!" Jenna said sternly.
"Why not?" Jason asked, though there wasn't as much of a whine in his
voice as Jenna had expected. In fact, he sounded more curious than
anything else.
"Well, you're too young for me for starters. Even if we were shooting a
movie I'd expect you to be at least 21 and you're a good four years away
from that. Not to mention what it would do to both of us once I became
Kevin again. I won't always have Jenna Jameson's morals and appetites,
you know."
"That's about what I expected," Jason said. "Honestly, the thought had
crossed my mind, but no matter how much you think of yourself as Jenna
now you're still Kevin to me and that's just a bit too weird. Actually,
what I was thinking of was that you still hadn't really seen yourself
yet."
"Silly," Jenna said, surprised at the flirtatious lilt in her voice, "I
know how good I look."
"Yeah, but only from the Jenna side of yourself. When you take the name
tag off, those memories will fade away. If you get a look at yourself
in a mirror, or, better yet, get a few polaroids, then you have
something a bit more concrete for the Kevin side of yourself to hold on
to. Believe me, he's going to want to remember this, even if parts of
it do creep him out."
"Well, you know the place better than I do, sweetheart. Lead the way!"
Jason did just that. He was starting to get an idea of why Jenna's
nickname was "Hearbreaker". If he didn't know that it was really his
best friend inside that body he would be close to all over her right
now. It was a shame that there was no camera handy, because he really
wanted some photos of Jenna doing some very personal poses. A mirror
would have to do. That should give Kevin enough to last him for a
while. Jason just hoped his friend could get past the fact that it was
actually him acting all sexy and see the same attraction in it that he
did.
Jason led Jenna to his uncle's bedroom. The massive king sized bed was
still there and a large full length mirror stood nearby. Jenna
immediately walked right over to it. "Should I give you and Kevin a
little show? I know I...I mean Kevin won't forget it if I do."
Jason could only nod. Jenna started out innocently, posing in the
mirror and on the bed. Before long she launched into a striptease,
slowly tugging each piece of clothing off with erotically charged
movements that Jason had only dreamt of before today. Then, before he
could resist, she pulled him to her.
They didn't have sex. Jenna stayed true to her word that she would not
have sex with a minor, but she did give Jason the thrill of his life.
She kissed him once, passionately on the lips, embraced him tightly,
then pulled him onto the bed for a long cuddle session with her naked
body. Then, she pulled away and stood up. Jason looked up at her from
the bed.
She reached up with one perfectly formed ? inch long fingernail and
pinched her breast. Then, Jason noticed his vision had doubled. He was
seeing Kevin inside Jenna again. He started to call out and beg her to
stop but he was too late. The sound of a sticker being stripped off of
fabric echoed through the room like a gunshot. Like before, the space
around Jenna blurred.
Jenna felt a tingle run through her body, just like before. Her vision
blurred and when it cleared again Kevin looked down at his best friend.
"Enjoy the ride?" he asked.
"Kevin?" Jason asked as he jumped up from the bed, trying to hide his
obviously erect member.
"I'm back," Kevin said. "Wow! That was a trip! You have to try that."
"Tell me what it was like. Did you lose control of yourself?" Jason
asked.
"Let's finish those boxes up like your dad asked. We need to hurry up
and get back to your parents' place before they start to wonder what
happened to us. I'll tell you about it while we work."
"It was like, one minute I was me and the next I wasn't," Kevin said
when they got upstairs and started carrying the last few boxes down. "I
still remembered that I had been Kevin, but I wasn't him anymore. I
feel like I'm repeating myself a bit on that point, but there's just no
way to put that feeling into words."
"So, what does being Jenna Jameson feel like?" Jason asked.
"Well, she's a lot more confident than I'll ever be, that's for damn
sure. I felt like I could walk into room and get any guy I wanted, any
girl too for that matter. It didn't even bother me that I had been a
heterosexual man just a few minutes earlier. That's really about all I
remember. Most of the rest of it faded as soon as I pulled the name tag
off. I still kind of feel like I'm walking like her, like I'm still
wearing those insanely high heels, not to mention the rest of that skin
tight outfit, but even that's almost gone."
"So, did you, uh, do anything you regret?" Jason asked.
"Well, that's the strange thing. I remember thinking that there were a
few things I was going to hate myself for, like that kiss I gave you,
but mostly I'm pretty comfortable with what happened. My mental
faculties may have been slightly altered, but I was still in full
control of my decision making abilities. It was like I was allowing
myself to act like Jenna. I could still act like Kevin if I'd wanted
to, but it took a lot of energy to push that side of myself to the
front. It was more natural to act like Jenna."
"Yeah, there was something about that in the diary. That the
personality the name tag gave you was a mask that you could cast aside
with some effort, but that most of the time it was better to leave it
alone. Man, my uncle must have been a grade A pervert to have made
something like this."
They finished carrying the last box down to the first floor at this
point and turned to each other. All that was left was to go up and get
the name tags. There was a moment of hesitation in each of them and
then, together they headed up the stairs.
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