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This story was originally written as a serial story on my yahoo group over a period of several months. Making Adjustments By Morpheus Part 1 It was in the middle of the afternoon as the school bus slowly drove through the quiet streets, dropping kids off after their long day at school. 12 year old Richie Harper sat in his seat, silently watching the scenery pass him by. Several times he stared at kids who got off the bus, trying to figure out which house they actually lived in. Then Richie turned his attention to the girl who sat several seats in front of him. He let out an almost imperceptible sigh as he admired Lisa, one of the prettiest girls in his class. He'd had a crush on her for awhile, but then again so did most of the other boys. Of course she had no idea that he liked her... or at least he hoped she didn't. It was kind of embarrassing to like a girl like that and he blushed at what people would think if they found out. "Hey Richie," his fiend Ben exclaimed, "I'm having a big birthday party next Sunday. Don't forget..." "I won't," Richie told him with a grin, remembering last years party when Ben's parents had taken everyone to a go-cart track for his birthday party. "And don't forget my present," Ben reminded him seriously, "I want a really cool one..." "What do you think I am... rich?" Richie asked with a snort. "Richie Rich," Ben laughed. Then at the blank look on Richie's face, Ben explained, "You know...that old cartoon character about that really rich kid? My dad said he used to watch Richie Rich all the time when he was a kid..." "Okay," Richie shrugged, still not knowing what Ben was talking about. "Just don't forget about my present," Ben reminded him again, then announced unnecessarily, "Here's my stop..." After Ben was gone, Richie turned his attention back to Lisa. He watched her silently as she continued talking to her friends, still having no idea that he was there watching her. Of course, even though they'd been in the same class for several years, she still barely even knew he existed. And though that frustrated him, there was a strange sort of comfort in that too. When Richie reached his own stop, he quickly climbed off the bus and gave one final look back at Lisa whom he could see through the bus window before it drove away. He sighed, then turned and hurried to his house, eager to catch the cartoon shows he'd saved on Tivo and forget about school for awhile. "Hello!" Richie called out as he flung open the door. "Is anyone home?" There was silence, but that was the answer he'd expected. After all the front door had been locked and there was no sign of his mom's car in the driveway. Of course her boyfriend Adam, who'd recently begun living with them, could have been home working as he sometimes was, but Richie hadn't seen his car either. Richie frowned slightly as he thought about his mom's boyfriend. It wasn't that Richie disliked Adam. He didn't. In fact he actually got along pretty well with Adam. It's just that the whole idea of his mom having a boyfriend and having him move in with them was just...weird. Of course, Richie reminded himself, it wasn't like his dad was still around. He felt guilty at the faint resentment over his mom finding someone else. It had been five years since his dad had died and he couldn't expect his mom to still be alone. She deserved to be happy. And besides, Adam was helping to pay the bills now so there was more money for fun stuff. Richie's thoughts remained on his mom and Adam for only a minute before they drifted off again. He hurried to the kitchen, grinning as he saw the small plate of cookies set out on the counter for him. "All right," Richie grinned biting into one of the chocolate chip cookies that he so loved. "Mom always buys the best ones..." After Richie gulped down the cookies that had been left out for him, he helped himself to two more from the cookie jar and then went to the living room to watch TV. He plopped down on the couch, finishing off his last cookie as he looked to see what was stored on the Tivo. Now that he was home and in front of the TV, nothing else really mattered. -------------------- Elayne Harper stood in the smoking area just outside of the building where she worked a file clerk. She lit a cigarette, then glanced at her watch, relieved to see that she had little more than an hour and a half before her shift would be over and she could go home. "I wonder if Adam will be getting home early tonight," Elayne mused to herself as she considered Adam. "I'll have to stop by and ask him before I go back to my office..." Elayne smile as she considered how convenient it was that her boyfriend worked in the same building as she did, though this was where they'd first met. She worked for one company as a file clerk while he worked as a psychologist several floors above her. If it hadn't been for them meeting the smoking area they could have very well continued to work in the same building without ever meeting. "I hope Richie is doing all right at home," Elayne mused, thinking of her son with a hint of guilt. She hated leaving him home alone after he got home from school, but work didn't give her much choice. And though she knew Richie was old enough and mature enough to handle being by himself for a few hours each day, it still didn't make her feel any less like a neglectful mother. "Are you all right?" a voice asked, snapping Elayne out of her thoughts. Elayne looked to Joyce, a coworker and friend whom she frequently talked with while on break. "I'm all right," Elayne answered with a smile, "Just thinking is all..." "About that handsome Doctor Lawrence?" Joyce asked with a wink. "Is he as good in bed as you'd hoped?" Elayne blushed. "That is none of your business." Then she laughed and winked back, "But I wouldn't have let him move in if he wasn't." The two women laughed again and Joyce commented, "I'm a little surprised you had him move in with you. Why didn't you and your son move into his place instead?" Elayne took a drag of her cigarette as she considered how to answer that. "Well, Adam had a nice place, but it was a bit too small for all three of us. And besides, this is the only real home that Richie remembers. I'd hate to take him away from that and from school and make him start over somewhere else." "Is he at least helping with the bills?" Joyce asked, more than a hint of suspicion that Adam might not be pulling his weight. "He's helping," Elayne admitted uncomfortably, "and to be honest, I think he wants to do even more, but I'm not really comfortable with that though. I mean, Richie and I have been doing fine. When my husband Mike passed away five years ago, he had pretty decent insurance and there was an out of court settlement with his company since he died on the job. I was able to pay off our mortgage, put enough away for Richie to go to college, and we get enough interest off the rest to pay off most of our monthly bills." Then Elayne smiled, "And with what I earn here, we're doing just fine even without Adam." "But it's still got to be nice to have a man around," Joyce teased. "Of course," Elayne admitted smugly, "and that reminds me. How's your husband doing...?" "The same as always," Joyce responded with a roll of her eyes. "Would you believe that yesterday..." She suddenly stopped as a drop of rain hit her cheek. "Damn... It's starting to rain..." Elayne looked up at the sky and the dark formation of clouds that were quickly getting worse. "Damn... It looks like it's going to be coming down hard..." And with that the rain began to come down harder and faster. Both women cursed, dropping their finished cigarette butts into the butt can and hurrying to the shelter of the building. By the time they reached the dry entryway they could hear thunder coming from somewhere in the distance. Part 2 Elayne looked over the dinner that was nearly finished and frowned, wishing that she could do more. Unfortunately, when she got home from work she didn't have much time or inclination to get fancy with dinner. Instead it was going to be simple and easy fare as usual. "At least it's not mac and cheese or hamburger helper tonight," she mused. Elayne looked at the clock, knowing that Adam should be home at any time. In fact he should have been home about fifteen minutes ago, but with the weather being what it was... She shook her head, refusing to get worried over what was probably nothing. "Richie," Elayne called out to her son, "can you set the table?" When there was no answer, Elayne went to the living room where she found Richie sitting in front of the TV with his video game console. He was playing one of those fast and flashy games that she just didn't understand, completely lost to the world around him. She shook her head and let out a sigh. "Richie," she called again, this time getting his attention. "I wish you'd do something besides sitting around watching TV and playing video games all the time... There are other things to do that don't involve electronics." "What?" Richie rolled his eyes in annoyance at the interruption. "What do you want me to do...go play outside?" He pointed out the window where the rain was coming down hard. "In weather like that?" Then there was a flash of lightning and a boom of thunder to emphasize his point. "No," Elayne sighed, "but you can set the dinner table. Come on...chop chop..." Richie sighed, then put his game on pause to do what his mom said. As he was going to the kitchen, Elayne heard the familiar sound of a car pulling into the driveway. She looked at the door with a grin, thankful that Adam had made it home all right. A minute later the front door opened and Adam stepped inside. He was tall at a height of 6 foot 2 and was in good shape thanks to his trips to the gym at least twice a week. Adam was also handsome with the rugged good looks that captured the attention of many women. Elayne rushed to Adam and gave him a quick kiss, feeling rather smug as she did so. After all she knew of at least three other women in the building where she worked who were interested in him, but she was the one who'd got him. "Dinner's ready," Elayne said unnecessarily as the smell filling the house already announced that fact. Then she quickly asked, "So how was work?" "About the same as usual," Adam responded with an amused smile, "I won't bore you by getting technical." "Thank you," Elayne chuckled. She used to be interested in how he spent his day until he told her several times and left her confused with technical jargon. All she really understood was that he spend his time studying the human mind in order to help people with problems. "It smells good," Adam said pleasantly as he looked over the meal. "Hey," Richie greeted Adam with a nod. "And how was your day?" Adam asked him politely. "I went to school," Richie responded with a shrug as if that said it all. Adam just nodded politely and took his seat for at the dinner table. Dinner started as it usually did with Elayne telling Adam about her day in great detail while he nodded and made occasional noises to suggest he was paying attention. Richie ate in silence as his mom talked, wishing he could eat in the living room while playing his game. After several minutes the lights suddenly went out and they were sitting in the dark, except for what light came from the window. "The power went out," Adam exclaimed unnecessarily. "Really?" Richie snorted under his breath, continuing to eat though he could barely see the food on his plate. "I think I've got some candles," Elayne muttered in annoyance. Elayne cursed under her breath as she made her way to the living room and began searching through a drawer for her candles. She quickly found a few and began lighting them to provide light. "And you said all those candles I bought were a waste of money," Elayne teased Richie. Richie rolled his eyes, then pointed out, "You know we've got that camping lantern in the shed. It's a lot brighter than your candles." "You've got a camping lantern?" Adam asked with interest. "That would give us more light..." "Okay," Elayne frowned, embarrassed that she'd forgotten all about the lantern, "I'll go get it..." She was halfway to the back door when she paused, "Richie...do you know where we put it?" "Yeah," Richie responded in annoyance, glancing to his half eaten dinner and then going out the back door with his mom right behind him. He paused for a moment before going outside, wincing at the heavy rain that was coming down before he stepped into it and was immediately soaked. "I should have grabbed an umbrella," Elayne exclaimed, looking back to Adam who was starting to follow. "You can go ahead and stay dry. We can get it..." "I think I like that idea," Adam chuckled weakly as he looked at the rain. If he could avoid going back out into it he certainly would. Richie grimaced as he ran through the rain to the shed, almost wishing he'd kept his mouth shut about the camping lantern. It was too late for that though, so he'd just have to get the lantern and deal with it. "I think it's in the back," Richie said as he began opening the shed door, "I remember seeing it when you made me clean the shed last month..." "See," Elayne smirked, "I told you there was a good reason for cleaning it..." Richie snorted and went into the shed, going straight to where the lantern was stored. They'd had it for years, but he was sure it would still work. After all they'd tried it out just a couple months earlier when lending it to a neighbor who was going camping. "Here it is," Richie exclaimed triumphantly as he emerged from the shed with the lantern in hand. "Good," Elayne said as she began to take the lantern from his hands. Just then a burst of lightning shot down from the sky and hit the lantern. In an instant the lantern exploded in a brilliant flash while Richie and Elayne were both thrown to the ground. Richie started to scream as a surge of burning pain shot through his body and then instantly vanished into darkness along with everything else. At the same time Elayne felt the burning pain rip through her body while a strange twisting and tearing seemed to fill her mind. However both sensations were gone and she sank into unconsciousness before she even fully registered them. Adam stood inside the back door with his eyes opened wide in horror at having just seen his girlfriend and her son struck by lightning. It had come from nowhere...like a bolt from the blue. He suddenly hated that old saying since it didn't even hint at just how horrific that kind of thing really was. "ELAYNE!" Adam screamed out as he ran to them as fast as he could, scarcely even noticing that he was getting soaked. Adam ran to where mother and son both lay on the ground motionless. His hand shook as he reached for Elayne's body, half afraid that he might hurt her though this seemed silly at the same time. He could feel a pulse and she seemed to be breathing all right. In fact her body moved slightly though she didn't open her eyes when he called out to her several more times. "Richie," Adam exclaimed, turning his attention to the motionless boy. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that Richie was in an almost identical state as his mother. They were both alive, though he didn't know more than that. "I need help..." After assuring himself that Elayne and Richie were both alive, Adam raced back inside and stumbled through the dark to find the phone. He picked it up and immediately began dialing 911, pausing only when he realized there was dead silence from the other side. He hung it up and tried again, realizing that there was no ring tone. "Damn," he cursed, realizing that the phones were down along with the power. For a moment Adam remained frozen where he was, unsure of what to do. Then he turned and raced back out into the yard, slipping on the wet grass and falling flat on his face before getting back up and hurrying to Elayne and Richie. "Elayne," Adam tried to gently shake her, putting his hand on her chest to feel hear heart beat. He didn't need to do CPR or anything of the sort which was a vast relief. However he wouldn't be completely relieved until they were both up and around and a doctor had given them a clean bill of health. Then Elayne began to move. Her eyes flickered for a moment and finally opened. She stared at him with a glassy eyed expression which slowly began to clear. "I feel weird," she muttered in with dazed expression. "Thank God you're all right," Adam exclaimed in relief, bending over to give her a kiss. But to Adam's surprise Elayne didn't kiss him back. Instead she pulled away and stared at him with look of disgust as she blurted out, "Don't touch me you perv..." Part 3 Richie's mind pulled out of the darkness which had suddenly claimed him though it still swirled around in a dazed confusion. His senses slowly returned to him and he finally became aware that there was someone touching him...holding him. With some effort he opened his eyes. "I feel weird," Richie muttered as he realized that everything just felt...wrong. Then Richie noticed his mom's boyfriend Adam bent over him. Before Richie could think to wonder why Adam was leaning over him, Adam exclaimed, "Thank God you're all right," then bent over and gave Richie a kiss. Richie was completely shocked by this action and suddenly snapped to full wakefulness, exclaiming, "Don't touch me you perv..." He pulled himself away from Adam, staring at his mom's boyfriend in shock and disgust. He wiped his mouth off, "That's gross..." "What?" Adam blinked in stunned confusion. Richie sat in the grass, taking in the fact that he was soaking wet and getting cold. He looked at he heavy rain and the flashes of lightning in the distance, his memory sparking. He suddenly remembered how he'd been going to the shed to get the camping lantern. He'd been coming out with it when... He scowled, not quite able to remember what had happened next or why he was on the ground with Adam bent over him. "Elayne...," Adam started towards Richie with a worried expression, "are you all right...?" "What?" Richie blinked in confusion, wondering why Adam was acting so weird. And why was Adam calling him by his mom's name? "Leave me alone you perv," Richie told him, then pauses as he noticed that his voice sounded...wrong. For a moment Richie remained frozen as his mind tried to make sense of what was going on, then he noticed someone else laying in the middle of a the wet grass several feet away. Richie was shocked to realize that it was a boy and even more shocked when he realized that the boy was wearing the same jeans and T shirt that he was. "He's wearing the same clothes as me," Richie muttered, unable to resist looking down at himself and his own clothes and gasping in shock when he did. "WHAT THE HELL?" Richie's eyes went wide in shock and disbelief when he saw his body and the clothes he was wearing. His first impression was that Adam must have played a joke on him while he was unconscious and dressed him in his mom's clothes. After all he was wearing her blouse and her nice slacks. However his clothes were soaked through and he could see his skin beneath the blouse and it was not in the right shape. Too stunned to think clearly, Richie grabbed the two bumps on his chest, gasping again as he found that they were solid flesh. His throat seemed to close up for a moment as he could actually feel himself grabbing parts of his body that hadn't been there before. He could actually feel his chest sticking out further than it normally did. Then Richie tore his hands away and froze as he caught sight of them. He slowly brought his hands up to his face and stared at them in confusion. His hands...weren't his hands. They were slender and feminine looking with nails that were longer and much nicer looking than his. Instead of being the short stubs where he chewed them off, they were longer and nicely manicured with glossy polish. They weren't his hands...they were girl hands. He even had a ring on one of his fingers and he never wore rings. But Richie knew who did. "Impossible," Richie squeaked out, recognizing his mom's hands. He turned and stared at the boy, now realizing that more than just his clothes looked familiar. The boy looked like HIM. "Are you all right Elayne?" Adam put his arms around Richie trying to be comforting. Richie tried pulling away but Adam was too strong and he was too dazed to put up more effort. He was frozen in confusion, impossible thoughts running through his mind. He wasn't a fool. He knew this kind of thing just wasn't possible. "I'm not..." Richie gulped, "I can't be..." Just then, the boy began to stir and move. He slowly sat up and blinked, muttering, "Adam..." "It's going to be okay," Adam quickly told Richie, "Your son is all right too..." "My son?" Richie blinked in confusion. Adam let go of Richie and went to the boy. "Are you all right Richie?" "Richie...?" the boy frowned. "How is Richie....?" "I think you're all right," Adam assured him, "you don't seem to really be hurt." The boy nodded in confusion, then turned and saw Richie still sitting in the grass. They both slowly got to their feet and just stood there staring at each other with looks of disbelief. Richie gulped, thinking that this was almost like looking in the mirror. Then he looked down at himself again and felt a cold chill run down his spine that he knew had nothing to do with the heavy rain. "Come on you two," Adam said, "let's get you both inside so you can dry off..." He paused for a moment to look at the charred and burned mess that had been a camping lantern just minutes before. "It looks like we'll have to made due with the candles..." The boy looked down at himself, his eyes going wide for a moment before he exclaimed, "HOLY SHIT!" "Watch your language Richie," Adam admonished him. The boy looked up at Adam with an expression of pure horror. "I'm not Richie... I'm Elayne..." Adam stared at the apparent boy in surprise. "You've just been through a huge shock...literally. You're just confused..." "No," Richie blurted out, staring at the boy and realizing exactly what must have happened. It was like that movie Freaky Friday. He and his mom must have somehow switched bodies. It didn't make any sense but that's what seemed to have happened. "I'm Richie..." Adam stared at the two in confusion, then his expression became much more controlled. "Let's get you both inside," he said, half pushing both Richie and his mom into the house. "You both seem to be pretty confused..." "I'm not confused," the apparent boy responded almost angrily, "I know who I am..." He looked down at himself again and winced, then stared at Richie in horror. "We...we switched bodies..." "It's like Freaky Friday," Richie agreed unhappily, sure that this had to be some sort of nightmare. That kind of thing happened in movies, not in real life. "It's impossible," Elayne whispered, holding up her new hands and staring at them in disbelief. "You both need to get out of those wet clothes and into something dry," Adam told them grimly, glancing to the phone and wishing he could call the hospital. Since they both seemed fine physically, he wasn't sure that driving them there in the storm would do much good though. "All you two need is to get warm, dry, and relaxed. Everything is going to be just fine..." Part 4 Richie stood in the middle of his mom's bathroom, having been gently directed there by Adam. He stood by and silently watches as Adam turned on the water for the shower, making it hot enough that steam was starting to form. "A good hot shower will help you," Adam told him before leaving the room. "My God," Richie muttered as he looked down at himself in shock. Then Richie slowly looked at the shower, not quite taking it in at first. He was soaking wet and dirty from laying out in the lawn in the pouring rain, and not he was starting to get cold as well. With every moment that hot shower was starting to look better and better. After a minute Richie shook himself out of his shock enough to start undressing. His soaking wet clothes fell onto the bathroom floor piece by piece until he was standing there completely naked. Without the wet clothes on he was still cold but not quite as much so. Then Richie looked down at himself, feeling a cold knot in his stomach as he did so. He had...he had breasts. He had a pair of breasts on his chest and a body that just wasn't his. It was a girl's body...a woman's body. Hell, it was his mom's body. The very idea was impossible, but he couldn't deny the evidence before him. Richie stared into the mirror above the sink, silently taking in all of the details. It was his mom's face reflected back at him...his mom's naked body. He was too much in shock by this to feel much except a numb confusion. "That isn't me," Richie whispered. It was more than a little strange for Richie to be seeing his mom like this and it made him uncomfortable. But at the same time, he had to admit that his mom was still pretty good looking for her age. She was 35 years old and still had a pretty nice body that could easily pass as belonging to someone several years younger. Even her C cup breasts were still nice and firm. Richie tried tuning out his body and focusing on his face. It was definitely his mom's face, pretty and mature at the same time. He had her shoulder length dark blonde hair, her ear rings and even her makeup, though admittedly the makeup was badly smeared at the moment. "This isn't me," he whispered again, shaking from more than just the cold. Then with a shake of his head Richie turned away from the mirror and climbed into the hot shower. He immediately let out a sigh of relief as the warmth soaked through his body. He closed his eyes, enjoying the heat and trying not to think about what had happened to him. However that was difficult with the water pelting down on his breasts. Richie didn't bother washing himself since he only wanted to use the water to get warm. Besides the idea of washing his mom's body just seemed disturbing and wrong. He shuddered at the idea tried even harder not to think about his new body. When Richie climbed out of the shower, he grabbed the huge towel his mom kept besides the shower and used that to dry himself off. He felt strange doing so, especially when it came to drying off the two mounds on his chest. He gasped in surprise though as the soft cloth ran over his nipples, amazing him with just how sensitive they were. "Don't think about it," Richie shuddered. Richie quickly got his body dry, though his hair was another matter. He knew his mom used a blow dryer and brushed it while doing so, but he just got it as dry as he could with a towel and left it at that. Then came the matter of getting dressed. "I'm not putting on any of my mom's clothes," Richie insisted, glaring in disgust at the soaking clothes that he just left on the floor. At the same time though he was sure that his own clothes wouldn't really fit him anymore. Then he saw the solution, his mom's big fluffy bath robe which was hanging on the back of the door. He quickly put it on and strapped it shut. "It's better than nothing..." Richie looked into the mirror again, or at least he tried. It was too fogged up this time to see much with. That was fine with him though as he didn't want to see what he looked like anymore. He shuddered and slowly left the bathroom, heading to the living room since he wanted to talk to his mom and Adam and see if they might have figured out a way to fix this. "If we can even convince Adam we switched bodies," Richie winced. "It's not gonna be easy..." -------------------- "This can't be happening," Elayne cried, sitting on the toilet seat in the common bathroom and sobbing to herself. She stared at her unfamiliar hands with the chewed off fingernails and moaned, "It's impossible..." Elayne continued crying for several more minutes, horrified at what had somehow happened to her. She couldn't believe that she and Richie had actually switched bodies. That kind of thing was simply impossible. It couldn't happen. She felt as though the whole world had suddenly betrayed her and turned into something she couldn't recognize. After awhile the cold and wet finally got through to Elayne enough that she stood up and climbed out of her soaking wet clothes. She continued crying though as she removed each piece and dropped it into the hamper. She whimpered as she looked down at her 12 year old male body, feeling as though she'd suddenly ended up in some kind of horror movie. "No," Elayne winced, grabbing her now flat chest in horror. The only feeling even worse was when she reached between her legs and felt the alien equipment that had suddenly appeared there. Elayne quickly climbed into the shower and began scrubbing her body with a soapy cloth. She didn't know if it would do any good, but it made her feel a little better. A part of her almost felt that if she scrubbed hard enough she'd be able to wash away her new body and reveal her real one beneath. When Elayne climbed out of the shower her body was red and tender from scrubbing too hard and too long. She didn't care about that though, only about the fact that she was still stuck in that horrible little boy body. She shuddered every time she caught a look at herself. Then Elayne looked into the mirror, wiping away the fog so she could get a better look at herself. She almost screamed when she saw her own 12 year old son Richie staring back at her. She had his face, his undeveloped male body, and even his short dark blonde hair that was nearly brown. "I've got to get back to normal," Elayne cringed, turning away from the mirror and going to Richie's room so she could get dressed. Elayne absolutely hated getting dressed in Richie's clothes since it reminded her that she wasn't in her own body. But since she didn't have much choice, she quickly put on a pair of pants and a T shirt. At least she had something that would fit her new body, even if it wasn't what she wanted. "I'm a freak," Elayne cried again, the tears pouring down her cheeks. She grabbed her flat chest and sobbed even louder. When Elayne went into the living room, she found Adam sitting there with a worried expression on his face. He took one look at her and carefully asked, "Are you going to be all right Richie?" Elayne just started crying harder, "I'm not Richie," she protested, sitting down on the couch and wiping the tears from her eyes. "I told you...I'm Elayne... Why won't you believe me?" Adam looked uncomfortable at that statement and didn't seem to know what to say. "You know that kind of thing is simply impossible," Adam finally told her. "Don't you think I don't know that?" Elayne demanded angrily. Then she bitterly spat out, "You always do this... You think you know everything and you won't even listen..." "What...?" Adam blinked. Just then Richie carefully stepped into the room dressed in Elayne's bath robe. She took one look at him and then burst into tears again which only made Richie even more uncomfortable. "This is...weird mom," Richie said uncomfortably, poking one of his breasts and shuddering. "I want to change back..." "Me too," Elayne cried. Adam stared at them both for a moment before getting up and going to his briefcase. He pulled out a bottle and shook two pills from it in the palm of his hand. Then he went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of water. "Here," he said as he handed one pill to each of them, "this will help you relax and get some sleep..." Richie gulped down his pill at once while Elayne hesitated, "What is it?" "Just something to help you relax," Adam told her gently. Once Elayne had swallowed the pill, she began to feel the effects within just minutes. She began to feel increasingly groggy and numb. She was actually grateful since this was much better than the way she was feeling. "You always have the best pills," Elayne giggled as she slowly slid into unconsciousness. "You remember that pill you gave me last month when I couldn't sleep...? I certainly had some nice dreams..." Then she giggled again as she remembered the rather erotic dreams she'd had that night. She'd been too embarrassed to even describe them to Adam until several days later. "Some dreams..." Adam just stared at Elayne as she drifted off to sleep, his eyes wide in disbelief. "It can't be..." He shook his head, sure that he had to be imagining thins too. But he was sure Elayne wouldn't have talked about something like that to Richie. He turned his attention to the apparent woman who was just slipping away as well. "Is that really Richie...?" Adam remained where he was for several minutes, staring at the two unconscious bodies in amazement and disbelief. He wasn't completely sure, but he was starting to believe their strange claims. After all the human mind was capable of some pretty strange and amazing things so maybe with the right circumstances... "But could they really switch bodies?" Adam asked himself uncertainly, "Could being struck by lightning really do something like this...?" The idea seemed preposterous, but the way they were both acting... "I'll just have to wait... Maybe they'll be back to normal in the morning..." He certainly hoped so because if they weren't they would have a serious problem. Part 5 Richie's sleep was filled with strange and twisted dreams, yet when he woke up he quickly wished he was back in that world of dreams. For as strange as his dreams were, they were far more normal than reality. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling strange and...wrong. That just made his memories of the night before jump to mind. He gasped as he remembered somehow turning into his mom. Of course he immediately reassured himself that was just a dream. That was just one of the weird dreams he'd been having...even if it had felt completely real. After a moment Richie slowly realized that something else was wrong. He blinked, suddenly noticing that he wasn't in his own bedroom. He was in his mom's room. He sat upright with a gasp, looking around at the room and then down at himself. "Oh shit," Richie gasped as he saw his body. He felt a surge of panic rush through him at the realization that it hadn't been some weird nightmare. He really had switched bodies with his mom. "No way..." Richie looked around frantically, relieved when he didn't see any sign of Adam beside him. He knew that Adam and his mom usually slept together, but it would have been WAY too freaky to have woken up beside him. In fact it was already too freaky as it was. Taking a deep breath to calm down Richie tried to make sense of his memories. The last thing he remembered was sitting down in the living room... He vaguely remembered drifting off to sleep there. Then how did he get here...in his mom's room? It took him a moment to realized that Adam must have brought him here once he'd fallen asleep. "Oh God," Richie winced, trying to cover himself up and shuddering at the thought of what his body looked like. Richie remained frozen where he was for several minutes before realizing that he'd have to get up. He certainly couldn't stay hidden in bed all day. He slowly climbed out of bed, grimacing at the sensation of his breasts jiggling. He almost felt as though he was going to be sick to his stomach. Then being careful not to look at himself any more than absolutely necessary, Richie grabbed his mom's robe off the chair it was laid across and put it on. "This can't be real," he scowled, staring at his hands. They were definitely his mom's hands instead of his own. Since Richie had no idea of what else he could do, he left the room and started towards the living room. When he passed the spare bedroom, he saw that it had been slept in which explained where Adam had been. Richie felt a little relieved at that, though not much. When Richie reached the living room he found Adam sitting there with several thick books opened up around him. Adam looked up with a tired expression, staring at Richie for a moment. Finally Adam carefully asked, "Do you remember last night?" After Richie slowly nodded that he did, Adam continued even more carefully, "Do you remember who you are?" Richie gulped and nodded again. Then in a quiet voice, he nearly whispered, "I'm Richie..." Adam didn't look surprised at that though he didn't look happy either. He gave Richie a steady look before saying, "If you don't mind...I'd like you to answer some questions." "What kind of questions?" Richie asked suspiciously. "The easy kind," Adam gave a forced smile. Adam began asking Richie a variety of questions, quizzing him on things from school subjects and his best friend to people he'd never even heard of. After two dozen questions Adam paused and nodded thoughtfully. "Why don't you go and get breakfast," Adam suggested as he sat there and considered the answers he'd been given. Richie nodded and went to the kitchen to pour himself a bowl of cereal. He sat down to eat, unable to stop thinking about how wrong he felt. It wasn't just that his body was shaped wrong, sticking out in some places while having other ones missing. He just felt...jittery. "This has got to be a dream," Richie told himself grimly, "a really REALLY bad one..." -------------------- Elayne was horrified to wake up in Richie's room and immediately jumped out of bed. She looked down at herself and nearly screamed, then kicked the dresser that was such an easy target. However that hurt her foot so she hopped around cursing with every profanity she could think of. "This can't be real," Elayne snarled angrily, looking for someone to blame for her current body. Off the top of her head both Adam and Richie seemed like good targets for blame, though intellectually she couldn't see what they could have done to cause or prevent this. But that didn't mean she couldn't be angry with them. Then Elayne wondered if there had ever been a lawsuit over something like this before. Even if she could sue someone for ending up in the wrong body, she couldn't think of anyone that she could actually take to court over this. After a few minutes Elayne decided to get dressed. She put on some of Richie's clothes, cursing the need to do so, but knowing that she couldn't very well wear anything of her own. Then she took a deep breath before leaving the room. Elayne went into the common bathroom, blushing brightly as she sat down on the toilet to relieve herself. She knew that she now had the right equipment so she could stand to do her business, but old habits were hard to break. It was easier to sit down and pretend that everything was normal, though the sensations of urine coming through her new plumbing quickly broke that illusion. Once Elayne was done she washed her hands, scrubbing them as hard as she could. This whole business of going to the bathroom in her own son's body was not only disgusting, but downright disturbing in so many ways. She could only imagine that Richie was having the same problems in her body, though that hardly improved her mood. Elayne reluctantly made her way to the living room, not wanting to face either Adam or Richie, but seeing no choice. She was actually afraid of them seeing her like this and would have run away if she thought she could. When Elayne reached the living room, she found that Adam was already there waiting for her with a number of his psychology books surrounding him. He gave her one of his professional looks and studied her for a moment before saying anything. "How do you feel?" Adam asked her with a neutral expression. "How do you think I feel?" Elayne snapped, "I'm freaking out..." Then she glared at him. "You should be at work." "I called in sick," Adam responded, "I think this is more important." Then he scowled and asked, "Do you remember who you are?" "Of course I remember who I am," Elayne glared at him, "I told you last night... I know what I look like but I'm really Elayne..." Adam forced a smile. "You have to understand how this looks..." When she grunted her reluctant understanding, he asked, "Can you answer some questions for me?" Adam began asking Elayne a series of questions, many of them the same ones that he'd already asked Richie. He became increasingly interested in her responses and by the time he was through he was positive that in spite of her appearance this was indeed Elayne. She knew things that only Elayne would know and didn't know things that a boy like Richie would. "This is...amazing," Adam responded for lack of a better word. He stared at Elayne, no longer having any doubt as to her identity. "I've never heard of anything like this happening..." "And that makes me feel so much better," Elayne responded sarcastically, sitting on a chair well away from Adam and scowling. She shook where she sat, relieved that he believed her, but not sure what to do next. "I've heard stories about people being struck by lightning and claiming odd things happen as a result," Adam continued, more to himself than to Elayne. "I've just never heard it causing two people to switch bodies like this..." "I'm glad you're interested in this," Elayne sneered, fighting to keep from bursting into tears again. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes from the coffee table and muttered, "Damn I need a smoke..." "I don't think so," Adam responded, quickly snatching the cigarette and lighter from her hands. "What are you doing?" Elayne demanded. Adam gave her a firm glare. "You might be a grown woman inside, but that's still the body of a twelve year old boy and I'll be damned if I let some underage kid light up in front of me." Then in a more gentle voice he reminded her, "Besides, that is Richie's body and I don't think you'd want him smoking." Elayne stared at Adam with her mouth open, hardly able to believe the way he'd spoken to her. She gulped, suddenly feeling as though her adulthood...even her very identity had been stripped from her. And with that she lost what meager control she had over her emotions and started crying again. Part 6 It was late afternoon and the tension around the house was so thick that Adam half thought that a single spark could cause everything to suddenly explode. Neither Elayne nor Richie was dealing with their situations very well and it was all Adam could do to keep from setting them off. "Switching bodies is impossible," he told himself. Of course everyone knew that...but he wasn't one to deny what all the evidence suggested. He no longer had any doubt that they'd switched bodies, even if that kind of thing was impossible. Adam closed his head and rubbed his temples, trying to think of how he could deal with this situation. So far it had been very difficult for everyone involved, himself included. He could only imagine how stressful it must be to suddenly find yourself in someone else's body, much less that of your own child or parent. Elayne had certainly been taking it hard, bursting into tears several times during the day. He'd even caught her trying to put on some of her own clothes and makeup earlier as if that might help her reclaim her true body and identity. Richie had thrown a huge fit when he saw her wearing girl clothes and makeup on his body, which only made the situation all the worse. Of course Richie was having plenty of his own problems as well. He'd spent all morning refusing to get dressed in his mom's clothes until it was pointed out to him that he was already wearing her bath robe. When he'd seen her wearing her own clothes, that had made him even more stubborn in his refusal to wear girl clothes. It had taken everything that Adam had to finally convince Richie to at least put on his mom's jogging suit. Richie had also been extremely grumpy, but Adam thought this might be due to more than just being struck in the wrong body. Elayne was a smoker but that body hadn't had a cigarette since the night before. Richie was probably going through the withdrawals from his mother's nicotine habit. "And this is just their first day as each other," Adam sighed, imagining how much worse it would be once their initial shock wore off. As it was, both of them were on the edge of snapping and suffering irrevocable psychological harm. But as difficult as it had been to deal with Elayne and Richie, Adam had to admit that it was equally fascinating as well. Never before in history had a psychologist been able to observe first hand the reactions of two people who'd switched bodies. It was beyond interesting. And while he was horrified by the situation on a personal level, on a professional level he couldn't help but be secretly delighted by the opportunity this presented. "I need to help them," Adam reminded himself firmly. "That's my first priority." Just then the door bell began to ring. Adam let out a sigh of relief that the pizza must have arrived. Elayne wasn't the greatest cook in the best circumstances and this was anything but, so it fell to him to provide dinner. Considering the situation, something like pizza seemed like the best option. "I'll get it," Richie called out, rushing to the door. Richie opened the door and found himself face to face with a pizza delivery man who was only 5 or 6 years older than him but looked far younger. It took Richie a moment to realize that the pizza guy was looking straight at his chest. "What?" Richie gulped uncomfortably, backing away from the door and staring at the pizza in disbelief. He blushed brightly as he realized that the pizza guy was checking him out, then he began to get angry. "I'll take care of this," Adam said, gently directing Richie away from the door so he could pay for the pizza. Once Adam was done buying the pizza, he looked for Richie who had disappeared. With a deep scowl he went to Richie's bedroom and knocked. "Come out for pizza..." "NO," Richie yelled through the door. "He was staring at me..." "It's bound to happen when you're in that body," Adam tried telling him, but that only seemed to make things worse. He heard something smashing against the floor and sighed, deciding that it might be easier to let Richie vent and blow off steam for the moment. Anything more might make things worse for the moment. Richie eventually came out of his room to eat the now cold pizza, though he didn't say a word as he did so. He just kept looking at the door with a haunted look, thinking about how humiliating it would be to go out in public with his new body. He paled at the thought, knowing that he could never do that. There was no way he could let other people...especially not his friends see him like that. "You know," Adam said quietly once he had Richie and Elayne both present. "This is a very unusual situation..." "No shit," Elayne snapped. "Watch your language," Adam warned her more out of reflex than anything. Then he gave her a gentle smile. "I can't even imagine how difficult this is for both of you..." "It sucks," Richie said with a deep grimace. He looked down at himself and the protrusions from his chest, wincing even more visibly. Adam nodded knowingly, trying to maintain a calm and professional demeanor. "I've never heard of such a thing as this happening before so there is no precedent. You two are in a unique situation that has no real solution." "Maybe a doctor can help us," Elayne said hopefully. "There's got to be someone who can switch us back..." "Are you crazy?" Richie stared at his mom. "If we told anyone they'd just lock us up..." "I'm afraid Richie is right," Adam gently told Elayne. "You'd both be institutionalized at best. And even if you were able to convince people as to who you really were you'd only end up as medical oddities for the rest of your lives." "Maybe we can find a way to reverse it ourselves," Elayne blurted out, staring at Adam with pleading eyes as if begging for him to offer her hope. Adam was tempted to tell her what she wanted to hear, that they'd find a way back to normal before long. However he couldn't bring himself to lie to her when she needed to accept the truth. "The odds of you both getting struck by lightning were slim to say the least," Adam said carefully. "Having your minds switched like this was a billion times less likely than that even. The truth is, we all know it's virtually impossible. We have absolutely no idea how it really happened or how to reverse it..." "But..." Elayne tried one more time. "Even if we were to find some way of getting you both struck by lightning again," Adam gave her a steady stare, "it would probably only kill you both instead of switching you back. As much as we might not like it, I think we have to assume that this is permanent..." "NO!" Elayne cried out, crushed at having her worst fears confirmed. "I can't be like this..." She jumped to her feet and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her. Richie remained where he was, staring at his hands in shock as he tried to absorb what Adam had said. He'd already known that they weren't likely to just change back, but the idea of being stuck like that forever... He couldn't imagine it. He couldn't... Adam felt guilty as he watched Richie and Elayne's reactions, but he knew that it had to be done. They couldn't start to adjust to their new bodies and lives until they'd come to accept that they had no choice. At the same time, Adam couldn't help but thinking about how fascinating this was. The more he thought about Elayne and Richie being stuck as each other, the more curious he became. His mind raced with possibilities and intrigue. "I have to help them," Adam reminded himself, thinking about how they were both in shock and getting worse. "They're both freaking out... They're both on the verge of nervous break downs..." He could clearly imagine the downward slide of psychosis that the two of them could face if they didn't start to accept their situation deal with it. As difficult as this would be for everyone involved, Elayne and Richie would have to start adapting. It wouldn't be easy, but it would be necessary for their own mental stability and well being. "I can help them adjust," Adam mused, a small part of him getting excited at the prospect. "It's for their own good..." Adam considered his options for awhile before deciding on the one that he thought might be the fasted and most effective. Normally he'd never consider doing something like this, but this was a unique situation that demanded somewhat more drastic methods. With that Adam went to his briefcase and pulled out a small bottle of liquid. He stared at it for several seconds before taking it to the kitchen where he carefully measured two doses. A few minutes later he left the kitchen with two glasses of juice. Adam waited over half an hour after he'd given Elayne and Richie the glasses of drugged juice, then he began to make his move. He went to where Elayne was still hiding herself away and stared at her for a moment. She was nearly motionless, sitting there with a completely dazed look on her face. She didn't even seem to notice his presence which was just the way it should be. "I'm sorry that I have to do this," Adam whispered, "but it should help take the edge off your nervous breakdown..." Adam stood beside Elayne, thinking of the drug that he'd just given her. It was a recent breakthrough in the arena of hypnotherapy. It helped to lower a persons mental blocks and open them up to suggestion. And at the moment a few suggestions were what Elayne and Richie really needed. They might not listen to him, but they wouldn't be able to ignore the little whisper in the back of their own minds. "Elayne," Adam whispered to her so she could hear him, "can you hear me?" "Yes..." Elayne mumbled. He might not have been able to make it out if he hadn't been listening for it. Going slowly at first, Adam began to prepare Elayne for the suggestions he wanted to implant. Once he was certain she was ready, he began to give the instructions. "This body isn't so bad," he told her, making sure to phrase it so she might accept it as her own thoughts. "After all I'm still human. I still have two arms and two legs. It's not really all that different. In fact it feels kind of good to be young and healthy. This isn't really all that bad..." Adam repeated this twice more before leaving Elayne to go tend to Richie. The drug would only leave them susceptible for a short time and he wanted to make sure that he took advantage of it while he could. He found Richie hiding out in his own bedroom, looking just as dazed and out of it as Elayne. Once Adam had prepared Richie with a few comments, he began to give nearly the same suggestions that he had to Elayne. "This body isn't so bad," he told Richie. "After all I'm still human. I still have two arms and two legs. It's not really all that different. In fact it's kind of neat having an adult body. This isn't really all that bad..." Adam repeated these lines several times and was about to leave when he remembered another problem that he might be able to help resolve. "Maybe I should wear clothes that fit my new body. There's nothing wrong with wearing girl clothes if you have a girl body. It only makes sense to wear clothes that fit right..." When Adam was finished, he turned and left the room with a mixture of feelings. He felt guilty for performing this kind of therapy on Richie and Elayne without their knowledge or permission, but he was also pleased at being able to help them. After all he'd only been doing it for their own good. His actions may prevent them from going over the edge as they were about to do. Then Adam sighed to himself, "I just hope my little adjustments actually help." Part 7 Richie stood in the bathroom and was about to climb into bath tub to take his morning shower. He hesitated just a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror, shaking his head as he did so. Only then did he finally step into the shower. A slight moan escaped Richie's lips in spite of himself. The water hot water felt good coming down against his skin, almost like it was giving him a massage. It felt especially good against his new breasts and nipples. He enjoyed the sensations for a few minutes before he began to wash, taking his time and going over every inch of his new skin. He carefully examined his new body was a nervous curiosity at the same time. "This isn't so bad," Richie finally told himself, feeling a little more relaxed. After all it wasn't like he'd just turned into an alien or something like that. "It's not really all THAT different..." He looked himself over as he washed, reminding himself that he still had two arms and two legs. He was still human. And his mom had never seemed to have any problems with her body, other than occasionally complaining about a new wrinkle or needing to lose a few pounds. And personally he'd never noticed any of those problems with her body even now that he was in it. "Mom is kind of pretty," Richie thought to himself, "I just don't want to be her..." Still, he had to admit that it was actually kind of neat to be in her body. Sure, it was weird as hell...but he couldn't help but thinking of all the things he could do with her body. He could go to R rated movies, buy beer, and generally have people treat him like a grown up instead of some kid. Richie considered the things he could do with his new body which only made him feel better about being stuck in it. However, his mood crashed as he began remembering all the things he could no longer do. He couldn't go play with his friends like this. He couldn't run around the beach with just his shorts on and no top. And he couldn't go to school. "Maybe I should consider no school as one of the good things," he told himself with a faint chuckle. After Richie finally climbed out of the shower, he slowly dried himself off while still thinking about things. Now that he wasn't as shocked and shaken up as he had been yesterday, he was finally able to think about what this might mean. It was a lot to think about and a lot to absorb. Once he was done drying off, Richie decided that it was time to get dressed. He looked at his mom's bathrobe and decided that he'd have to put on some real clothes. He scowled, realizing that he certainly couldn't wear anything of his own. That only left one choice. "I have to wear mom's clothes," Richie scowled, not at all happy with the idea. But at the same time it no longer seemed like such a big deal. After all he had his mom's body, so it made sense to wear her clothes. "And it's not like anything else will fit me." Richie sighed and put his mom's bath robe on again. He left the bathroom, stopping at the door to her room then went in search of her. He found his mom in the kitchen pouring herself a cup of hot coffee. It seemed strange watching her do something like that in his body, but at least she wasn't about to break into tears or freak out like she had been. She somehow seemed a little calmer about being in his body. "Can I...?" Richie started hesitantly, unable to look his mom in the eye as he asked, "Can I borrow some of your clothes?" "Of course," she responded almost immediately. He knew that she couldn't very well say no when she was wearing his clothes at the moment. "Let's go find you something..." Just then Richie noticed Adam standing in the kitchen doorway. He was watching this exchange with a strange look on his face, almost as though he was happy. In fact he almost looked as though he was fighting back a smirk. Elayne stared to take a sip of her coffee but Adam was suddenly there pulling the coffee from her hands. "You know you shouldn't..." "What?" Elayne demanded, beginning to get angry. "You wouldn't allow Richie to drink coffee at that age," Adam pointed out calmly, "and that is his body you're in..." "But," Elayne stared to protest. However Adam forced a smile. "Besides...you hardly need any caffeine in that body. It's probably got more than enough energy as it is..." Elayne hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I do feel pretty energetic..." She smiled, rather enjoying the feeling. "Well I certainly don't think you need caffeine to make you hyper then," Adam pointed out, taking a sip from the cup himself. Then he looked back to Richie. "Besides weren't you two going to do something about clothes?" Elayne nodded and led Richie back to her room. "The first thing you're going to have to do is dry your hair." She glared at him. "I'm not about to let you get it all tangled with split ends." "I did dry it," Richie protested, thinking that he'd always used a towel before without any problem. "You need to use a hair dryer to get it dry," Elayne responded in annoyance. She grabbed the hair dryer and began to run it over Richie's hair. "Like this..." Richie reluctantly sat in a chair while his mom dried his hair and ran a brush through it. He grimaced when his scalp got hot or his mom pulled too hard, but he refused to say anything in complaint. However he did wish that he'd kept quiet about needing some of her clothes and had just helped himself to her dresser the way she had his. Once Richie's hair was dry enough, his mom began to pull out clothes for him and set them on the bed. "A pair of slacks should do for you," she told Richie, chuckling, "I don't think you'll want the pantyhose..." "I just want to get dressed." Richie rolled his eyes, wondering why she was making such a big deal about it. A few minutes later Richie was getting dressed in a pair of panties. He felt awkward for putting on his mom's underwear, then reminded himself that since he had a girl body it only made sense to wear girl underwear. That was followed by the bra that was even more awkward, though he didn't complain as he put it on. "I have a girls body so it only makes sense to wear the stuff a girl would," Richie tried to convince himself. The rest of the clothes were much less problem, consisting mostly of a pair of slacks and a nice blouse. He scarcely even noticed that there was a pink kitten on the front of the shirt his mom had picked out. After all his mom wore that shirt all the time so there was nothing unusual about it being worn on the same body. "Not too bad," Richie commented as he checked himself out in the mirror, amazed at how much more he now looked like his mom. The only things missing were her jewelry and makeup and he had absolutely no intention of touching that stuff. "No way..." He shuddered at the very idea. Richie eventually returned to the living room, fully dressed and feeling much better because of it. He only wondered why he'd been so reluctant to get dressed before this. After all it was just clothes. The fact that his mom normally wore them only meant that they were better suited for his current body. When Richie returned to the living room, Adam watched him in fascination. Just yesterday he'd refused to wear any girl clothes at all, but now he seemed to have absolutely no problem with it. In fact Adam suspected that Richie would even have put on a dress without complaint if it had been offered. "Incredible," Adam mused to himself thoughtfully. Adam shook his head, amazed at just how much Richie and Elayne had changed overnight. Their attitudes had both changed dramatically. They'd gone from being in shock and on the edge of panic to being calm and beginning to adjust. "I never imagined it working this well," Adam mused, thinking about he drug he'd used on them. He'd never heard of it being this effective in a single treatment. Never. Adam was burning with curiosity about how a single treatment could effect Elayne and Richie so drastically. He couldn't stop thinking about it and ran it over in his mind for the next hour before he finally came to a conclusion. It had to be because they'd switched bodies. "Their subconscious minds must still be off balance," Adam thought aloud, "their normal mental defenses are shaken up and easier to penetrate... That must be it..." Adam became excited as he considered this and what it would mean. Elayne and Richie were currently very susceptible to suggestions if properly applied. Who knew how long that would last though. Eventually their subconscious minds would adjust and their defenses would return. There was a limited window of opportunity to take advantage of this realization. His mind filled with eagerness and curiosity as he considered this opportunity, then he shoved that aside with the reminder that these were not test subjects. "I'm just going to help them adjust," Adam told himself with a hint too much excitement in his voice. "That's all... Part 8 Elayne frowned as she walked through the house, feeling more than a little annoyed. Her new body no longer felt all alien and freaky, at least not enough to bother her much. After all there were far more similarities between it and her old one than there were differences. However there were a lot of other problems that came along with the new body that she couldn't stop thinking about. For one, Elayne couldn't wear any of her own clothes. Her entire wardrobe was now entirely inappropriate and ill fitting. Nothing she owned would go with Richie's body and she especially mourned all her nice shoes. And after the way Richie had freaked out yesterday, she knew that she had better not get caught even trying any of her own things on. Elayne was