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It's interesting what you notice when the world ends. I was sitting in my doctors office, listening to him tell me what to expect in the last two months of my life as symptoms from a particularly aggressive form of non- operable brain stem cancer began to reappear. I wasn't listening very closely. I was noticing how every time he used a medical term, he spread open his hands like he was about to catch a basketball. I was only 33, and in good shape other than the whole dying thing. I had things I wanted to do, places I wanted to go. Two months just weren't enough. I'd gone through it before, but it had gone in remission. This time, both doctors I'd gone to said the same thing. Terminal. "I'm sorry Richard. I wish there was better news," I heard him say as he stood up. We went through the standard pleasantries, and he wrote me two different prescriptions, and I, of course, refused to be hospitalized. Like I said, I had places to see before I died. On the way out, I crumpled up the prescriptions and threw them away. Last time they'd made me sicker than the cancer. One place I'd always wanted to see was Las Vegas. I was a pretty good poker player in college. I always thought someday I'd go out to Sin City and try my luck. No time like the present, I thought. I wasn't married anymore. I didn't have any kids that I knew of. I had no one depending on me. When my parents died, they'd left me a little under five million dollars in the form of a thriving string of self storage lots. I'd sold them and stuck the money in money market accounts. Good thing the prenup only gave my ex $80,000 a year. I guess even that was gonna stop soon too. After the divorce, I'd removed all but one mention of her from my will. I didn't think the last remaining mention, telling her to kiss my cold, dead ass was going to endear myself to her posthumously. A week after that final doctor's appointment I got in my car and headed out towards Las Vegas. I'd closed all my accounts, abandoned my apartment, and I was carrying everything left that I owned in the form of a half a million dollars in cash, 100 $5000 cashers checks, and the rest in bearer bonds in an oversized suitcase. I wanted to fall completely off of the radar, in case my ex wife or someone wanted to find me. I didn't want to be found. As I left Chicago, heading west, I knew I'd never return. When I arrived in Vegas, it didn't take me long to get noticed. It was morbidly funny that when so many people were trying so hard to win, and still lost. I didn't care at all, and before I was in Vegas two days, I was up a quarter of a million dollars, and I was being given complimentary everything left and right; the casinos competing with each other for my business. I was given a large suite on one of the top floors in the Bellagio, and though they offered me a butler, I declined. What would I do with a butler? I wasn't spending that much time in my room anyways. In addition to being noticed by the casinos, I was also being noticed by quite a few ladies. It's funny how throwing around cash made me attractive to lots of women who wouldn't have given me the time of day otherwise. After a week of being fawned over, hit on, buttered up, kissed up to, brown nosed, butt kissed, flirted with, blatantly propositioned, and otherwise annoyed by more cleavage showing, over make-uped, fuck-me heels wearing casino whores, I'd had enough. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'd bedded at least two different girls a day since I'd arrived, but it wasn't ever more than sex. I wasn't a good long-term bet. No matter how much I won or lost, I was gonna cash out in around seven more weeks anyway. I never used a condom with any of them either. It wasn't like I was risking dying of AIDS. I had the resort get me one of my long time fantasy cars, a vintage 55 Corvette, and decided to take a drive. I currently had a little over $75,000 with me in a duffel bag from cashing out. I didn't bother going back to the room to dump it off. I just needed some space. I ditched the three girls currently hovering over me, and tossed my duffel bag, hotel key, and sunglasses on the passenger seat. Then, I sped off into the evening. I don't know what made me stop at the small restaurant I did. I just wanted some anonymity, and a good steak. I sat down, and when the waitress came over, I ordered a beer and the most expensive steak on the menu. When Glenda, the waitress gave me a smile and walked away, I felt like for the first time since arriving in Vegas, she smiled at a nice guy, not a mark. My beer arrived, and just as I took my first swallow, a girl sat down opposite me in the booth, slinging her backpack onto the seat next to her. She had long brown hair, almost to her waist, green eyes, and a cute upturned nose, and that hint of baby fat that makes girls that age so cute. "Hi," she said in a lilting voice that let me know she was seventeen...eighteen tops. "Hi," I said noncommittally. I didn't want people to think I was trying to pick up an 18 year old kid. "I saw you drive up. That's a really, really nice car. Is it yours?" "No, it's a rental," I said, deciding that sarcasm would make her go away. "My Lamborghini is in the shop." To my surprise, she took my comment at face value. That or she had no idea what a Lamborghini was. "So mister, I don't suppose you'd mind buying me something to eat. I'm kinda hungry, and if you do, I'm sure I can make it worth your while." She unbuttoned a button on her blouse. She didn't need to unbutton any more to let me know she wasn't wearing a bra, and that she really should have been. "Look, you're very pretty, but I'm not interested, ok? If you want a meal, I'd be happy to buy you one. You don't have to do anything but leave me alone, ok?" "Well, can I at least eat with you? It's a lot safer than eating alone around here." I looked around, noticing for the first time, the patrons of the place weren't exactly A-list people. Well, she didn't exactly know much about me other than I had a nice rental car, and she wasn't being a huge pest yet. "Sure, why not." Glenda came over, noticing the girl for the first time. Scowling at her, Glenda said "I thought I told you to leave." "Glenda," I said, making a calming gesture. "Just give her whatever she wants from the menu, and put it on my tab, ok?" I looked at the girl. "No alcohol, though." The look on the girls face said I'd hit the mark. It wasn't that hard, she was looking at the list of beers on the last page of the menu I'd handed her. "Fine," she said, in that sarcastically placating way teenagers speak when they know arguing is pointless about a decision that is not 'fine' with them. The girl proceeded to order more food than I had. I wondered how long it had been since she'd been able to eat a meal. When Glenda left, the girl said "By the way, I'm Sandy." "Richard... Sandy, how old are you?" "I'm Twenty One." "Okay... now how old are you really?" "Okay, okay," Sandy said, holding up her hands. "I turned eighteen last month." I was pleased to know I'd guessed dead on. "What in the world are you doing here all alone at eighteen Sandy? Shouldn't you be at home, flirting with the captain of the football team, or gossiping with your friends about who likes who, or worrying about the test on Friday? What could be so bad, that a life begging strangers for a meal seems like a better plan?" The change in Sandy was remarkable. One minute she's the wide-eyed innocent looking girl, the next, she had this darkness in her eyes, like she was remembering something unimaginable. When she spoke, the lilting was gone from her voice. In fact, all emotion was gone. "How about a step-father who prefers sneaking into your room and forcing himself on you rather than having sex with your mother when you're only fourteen. How about that same step-father pimping you out to his friends for beer and pot money. How about a mother who doesn't believe you when you finally find the courage to tell her, and accuses you of trying to split them up, and when he gets drunk one day and admits it to her, she accuses you of trying to seduce him and steal him away from her, and kicks you out of the house when you're only sixteen." She stopped talking, still glaring. Not at me, but past me, to her demons. I felt sorry for her. I was gonna be dead in under six weeks, and I felt sorry for her. If there was a heaven and hell, then I was probably gonna go to hell, but it sounded like she was already there. I decided that at least there was one thing I could do. When she went to the bathroom to dry her face because she'd been tearing up while telling me the story, I opened my duffle bag and grabbed a pack of $100 dollar bills, and slipped it into her backpack, hiding it under her clothes. I wasn't sure if it was $5,000 or $10,000, and I didn't care. She probably wouldn't notice it until I was long gone. Doing that made me feel good. I'd just closed my duffle bag when she flopped down on the chair again. Judging by the look on her face, she hadn't seen the money. She definitely would have commented on it. She sat there silent for a few minutes, and then seemed to come to a decision. "Mister, I mean, Richard. Can I as you to do me a favor?" "Well, that is definitely gonna have to depend on the favor." I've got this coin here," she said, reaching into her backpack. I was momentarily afraid she'd find the money, but the coin was apparently in a front flap because she didn't open the main part to get it. "It looks really neat. Would you like to buy it from me? If you do, we could go someplace more private if you want to." I had no intention of buying her possessions from her, and even less intention of 'going somewhere private' with her. It must have shown on my face, because she said "Not interested in that kind of deal, huh? Ok, it's really interesting looking though, so would you at least like to see it? From what I could tell, the coin did look interesting. It looked like gold, about an inch and a half in diameter, and on one side was a very detailed picture of a female that looked a lot like Sandy, and on the other side, what looked like a full grown woman. I reconsidered buying it from her. I thought it might make a really nice card cover for the poker tables, and after all, I did have more money than I would be able to spend in the five and a half weeks left to me. I reached out to take it from her to look at it. She paused, but then handed it to me. When I touched it though, it felt like I was shocked by a stun gun or something. Suddenly I was sitting on the other side of the table, looking at myself. I couldn't move. Apparently the other me could, because he started gathering up my things. "Sorry Richard, but I saw the money in your bag and had to have it. Here's the deal with the coin. It swaps people. The last swap is shown on the coin until the next swap. Good luck being me. I'm tired of that body anyway. You'll be able to move in about another minute once your brain readjusts to that body. I'll be long gone in your 'vette by then. By the way, the picture of the lady was originally me. What I told you was the truth. I was molested fifteen years ago, and recently decided to recapture my youth, and avoid the police. However, I found out being young and broke sucks. "It's a shame you didn't want to go someplace more private. The original inhabitant of that body wasn't so lucky. Actually, she wasn't given a choice. See ya around." As Sandy left in my body, I couldn't help feeling raped. She took my money, and everything else that I had. When I could finally start to move, I grabbed the backpack and stumbled out into the parking lot, in time to see Sandy struggling to drive the stick shift. I ran for the car, managed to get the passenger door open, and jumped in. Sandy stopped struggling with the shift, and hit me, knocking me against the door. I started to fall back out, but managed to grab the coin and my room key as I fell. Sandy popped the clutch, and sped off as I lay there, feeling my face where he had hit me. People were starting to come out of the restaurant. More than one person was saying how he had hit me. Glenda came out wanting to know who was gonna pay for the dinner. I remembered the money I had put in her backpack, and opened it up, and then pulled out a $100 bill, handing it to her. She looked at it, then at me, and looked a little shocked as she went back inside. I dropped the coin and room key inside the backpack, glad I'd never told Sandy where I was staying. Sandy was going to get into trouble soon when he didn't return that car. I went inside, and got my change, giving Glenda a big tip, which got me an embarrassed smile back from her. She thought I'd been a deadbeat. Well, the original inhabitant of the body was apparently a lot worse. Leaving the restaurant quickly, I hailed a cab. I had to get back to the hotel and retrieve my cash. Within a half hour, I was walking back into the hotel, and up into my room. I grabbed the suitcase with the money in it, leaving my clothes suitcase behind. I had to get out of there before anything happened. I needed a place to sit and think for a while. I went down to the lobby, and hailed another cab, intending to get another hotel room. After being turned down by two hotels, I was able to rent a room in a fairly nice local hotel as long as I paid for three days. It wasn't glamorous, especially after the comp plush suite I'd stayed at for the last week, but they let me pay without showing an ID. Wheeling my bags into the room, I tossed the key on the table and sat down on the bed to think. 'Well, now in addition to dying, I'm a girl, and I'm too young to gamble.' That's when it hit me. I'm not in my dying body any more. I'm going to live. I'm going to LIVE! I got up and did the snoopy dance. I watched myself in the mirror, and realized that regardless of the body I was in, I still danced like a dork, so I stopped. Ok, I told myself. I'm an eighteen year old girl with a little over 6 million dollars, and a coin that lets me swap bodies with other people. All in all, this isn't too bad a deal. I took stock, and realized I still had my intelligence, memories, and thinking about it, sexual predisposition. I guess I was going to be a lesbian now, unless I decided to change bodies with some poor unsuspecting person. Since I couldn't do that to another person, I was pretty much stuck in this body. I opened the backpack, deciding to go through it, looking to inventory my other possessions. The only thing besides some fairly ratty clothes in the backpack was a small wallet and a comb. Inside the wallet, I found a school ID with my face, and name, which unsurprisingly wasn't Sandy. "Hello Brenda Simmons," I said, looking at the ID. Under that ID was a Georgia learner's permit with the same name. I looked at the birthday and realized that in fact I was only sixteen. Ok, I guess I was wrong after all. "Well, sixteen year old Brenda, I guess we're from Georgia. There were a couple of bucks, and a couple of casino chips, and that was all. I looked at the address on the learners permit, and decided to try to find her/my parents. I left the room and went to a phone booth, and looked up public libraries, and found the nearest one from the hotel. Putting the id in my pocket, I locked my room, put the do not disturb sign on the door, and then went outside, and hailed a cab, heading for the library. When I got to the library, I signed in at the desk, and then went over and sat down at a computer. I used yahoo to do a people search, and found a Simmons with the same address, and wrote down the phone number. Then, I did a search on the city, and found out that a lot of rich people lived in Alpharetta. I got change for the payphone outside the library. I calmed myself down, and got my stuff together. Should I ask for mom, mommy, is my/her mom still alive? I decided that all I could do was play it by ear. I dialed the phone, and waited. I heard the receiver get picked up, and someone say "Hello?" I didn't really know what to say, so I waited. "Hello, is anyone there?" I decided I needed to say something, but just when I was going to say hello, I heard "Brenda, is that you honey? Please say something." I heard the person on the other end choke up. This had to be her mother. "Umm...hi," I said, not knowing why I felt a tear forming in my eye. I guess it was because I was thinking about what she was going through. "Brenda honey, is that you? Where are you dear? Please...tell me. We know you were abducted by a woman at gunpoint, the FBI showed us the video from the mall parking lot. All we care about is that you're safe." I felt so bad for them. These people were so desperate to find Brenda. I took what Sandy had said back at the restaurant to mean that the original Brenda was dead. I had little doubt that if I'd taken her up on her offer, I'd be just as dead. "I'm safe. I wanna come home," I said, surprised that I really did mean it. Being in a sixteen year old girls body felt a lot more vulnerable than being in an adult male body. Besides, I missed having a family. Any family. Plus, as a bonus, I could make them feel better too, hopefully. "Where are you honey, we'll come get you." I thought about that. I could tell them I'm in Las Vegas, and they could fly across the country to get me, with who knows how much scrutiny. I had to play it cool, and wait a little bit. I needed to do it by my rules. "Mom, don't get upset now, but I'll call you again tomorrow, ok?" I heard her start to sob. I needed to make her feel better. "Mom, I'll tell you where I am tomorrow, ok? Can just you come get me? Alone?" "Honey, your father will want to come too. We've both been worried sick for almost two weeks now. Please let him come too. I'll call him and tell him to come home from work right now." Ok, so I have a father too, and surprise of surprises, they're still together. "Ok, but just the two of you, ok?" "Dear, can't you please tell us where you are? The police are going to have to talk to you." "I will mom, I promise. Tomorrow, Ok? Don't tell anyone until then." I could feel the disappointment in her voice. "...Ok." I hung up the phone, and leaned back against the side panel. I had to decide how to play it. I didn't even know what they looked like. I decided to tell them where my hotel room was tomorrow. That way, they could find me. Plus, it gives me a chance to get cleaned up, and buy something besides the old ratty jeans and t-shirt I had. I decided to buy a few dresses, and go to a beauty salon, and look adult for them. That should make them happy, and relieved. Now, I just had to come up with a story about my 'memory loss'. I also had to come up with a way of hiding all the cash. I was sure the police were involved, and they would most certainly go through everything I had. For all I knew, they'd traced the call I just made. I caught a cab back to the hotel, went to the gift shop, and bought a soda and some chips. Then I went to the room. When I got to the room, I walked over to the mirror, and studied myself. I was definitely dirty, but underneath the dirt, was a very pretty girl. I took off my clothes, and went into the bathroom. I peed sitting down for the first time that I could remember, while thinking that I might as well get used to it. When I was done, I turned on the shower, and grabbed the complimentary soap, shampoo, and conditioner. Setting the temperature, I got in. I opened the shampoo, and washed my hair. The only way I could wash the whole thing was to wash the top, and then pull the rest around one side, so I could wash the rest. Maybe I could get a haircut at the salon too. I put conditioner in it, and left it in like the instructions on the bottle said. Then I opened the soap, and lathered up. It was an interesting experience washing my boobs. It felt weird, but good. I now knew why girls liked it so much. I considered touching myself, but I decided I wasn't ready for that yet. I washed myself head to toe, and then rinsed off. I lowered the temperature to cool, rinsed out my hair, then one last time all over, and got out. I toweled dry and wrapped my hair. Sitting on the bed, I looked over at the mirror. It was a complete different person looking back. This person really did look only sixteen. I went through the clothes in the backpack, picked the cleanest pair of jeans, and a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. There wasn't a bra to be found. I guess I was going to go braless. I was gonna put on the only button shirt but it was what I was wearing after the switch, and it was torn in the back from when I'd fallen out of the car. I threw the rest of the clothes in the trash. I wasn't gonna wear any of it again anyway. Getting dressed, I put a pack of hundreds and my wallet in my backpack. I took the comb, and used it to comb out my hair, and left it to dry loose, throwing away the comb. Then I left, putting the do not disturb sign on the door. I left the hotel, and hailed a cab, heading to the strip, and went to one of the larger hotels that had both an upscale dress shop, and a beauty salon. The cab driver couldn't keep his eyes off me for some reason. When I walked into the beauty salon, all eyes turned to me. I didn't know why until I walked up to the counter, which had a mirror behind it. My wet hair had made my t-shirt wet, and my nipples were semi- clearly visible through the t-shirt. I covered them up with my arm. Seeing my face was beet red, the cashier walked up. "Honey, if I had your figure I'd show it off too. There was no malice in her tone, she was trying to make me feel better, obviously having seen my red face. "What would you like?" I didn't know. I had no idea what women did at a salon. "Umm, I'd like a makeover, and could I get my hair cut and styled? I was thinking something a little shorter." "If that's what you'd like. Would you like a manicure and pedicure while you're at it?" I hadn't thought of that, but looking at my hands with their short bitten nails, I nodded my head yes. "Ok, sweetie, come with me. I'm Helen. What's your name?" I followed her. "Brenda." She led me to a stylist who looked to be about twenty-five, oriental, and beautiful, with hair even longer than mine. "Brenda, this is Kim. She'll take good care of you. Kim, Brenda here would like the works." Kim looked me over as Helen walked away, and I could tell she was already considering what to recommend. "Hi Brenda, I'm glad to meet you. You've got very nice hair, and beautiful skin. I'm sure we can come up with a look for you. What look are you going for?" I was momentarily surprised that Kim had no trace of an accent. Then I was surprised at myself for expecting one. "Nice to meet you too, Kim. I'm looking for something mature, adult, maybe conservative with just a hint of naughty. Does that make sense?" "It makes perfect sense. I'm sure we can come up with just the right look. Did you have an idea about your hair? Did you just want it trimmed? It's beautiful, and as you can see, I like long hair too." I decided that I did look good with long hair, and chose to just get it trimmed, and styled. Kim did my hair, and then we worked on a look, with her showing me how to put on and maintain my makeup. I had to come up with a story so I said that I grew up with just dad, so didn't have anyone to really show me makeup, and she patiently went through everything. Then when we were done, she handed me off to another girl named Bridget who did my manicure and pedicure. We added artificial nails, and when I went back to Helen to pay, she took one look at me and mouthed 'wow'. "Brenda, you look stunning." I looked at myself in the mirror. I did look really, really pretty, and I looked at least eighteen. I tipped Kim, Bridget and Helen each $100. They were shocked at the tips, but I was both pleased that it went so well, and glad that everyone was so nice. Besides, $100's were all I had. I left the salon after purchasing a complete set of the makeup and cleansers they had used on me, and headed to the dress shop. I walked in, and again realized I had no idea what to get. I looked around clueless for five minutes when a lady came up and tapped me on the shoulder. "You look a little lost. Would you like some help?" I was relieved, and I'm sure it showed on my face. "Yes, I would love some. My parents are flying in to see me tomorrow, and I would like a nice dress to wear. I think it's time I started dressing a little more adult." "Well, with your figure, you'll look beautiful in anything. Come with me." We went and looked at a lot of different dresses, and I bought a couple of bras, panties, two new pairs of jeans, three blouses, and a sundress that looked really nice on me. It seemed funny to me that just this morning I would have laughed at anyone, and told them they were nuts if they'd even suggested to me that I would be trying on dresses before the day was over, but I long ago learned that what can't be avoided, must be endured, and to make the best of any situation. At least, I told myself, I'm going to live longer than the five and a half weeks I had been looking at. After paying the bill, I wore the sundress out of the store, and at the first garbage can I found, threw the old clothes away. My next stop was the shoe store. I bought a pair of white low heeled sandals, and a pair of high heels with black straps, that really showed off my legs. I would just have to practice some to be able to walk comfortably in them. Then I hit a gift shop where I bought a suitcase. I loaded the suitcase with the makeup, clothes, and shoes, and walked out front, hailing a cab. I got back to my hotel room, and set the luggage down on the bed. I wanted a good night's sleep before I met Brenda's parents. I needed to get up early tomorrow. I'd spotted a bank not too far from the hotel, and I'd come up with a great idea. I'd cash one of my cashier's checks, open an account, and rent a safe deposit box to put the cash and stuff in. Then, I'd come back to the hotel and make the phone call. I opened the suitcase with the money, bonds, and checks to make sure everything was still there. I wasn't surprised that it was. I was the only one who knew I had them, or knew where I was for that matter. I hung up the blouses and jeans, put the rest of the clothes in the top drawer of the dresser, and put the makeup in the bathroom. Then, I undressed, hanging up the sun dress so it wouldn't get wrinkled. When I closed the closet, I saw myself in the mirror on the door of the closet. I was wearing nothing but a thong, and the white sandals. "Wow," I said out loud. I was a total knockout. I turned first one side, and then the other, checking out my profile from both angles. Then I hooked my thumbs under the thong, and slid it down my legs, bending at the waist, and noticing that I could bend almost double. This body was very flexible. I'd dated a girl who'd been a gymnast, and this body was at least as flexible as she had been. I'd never done much exercising or stretching, so I was shocked at the lithe condition I found myself in. I threw the thong in one of the bags from the clothing store, and put it in my suitcase. Then I took off the sandals, and stood there, completely nude, staring at myself. I started caressing myself, exploring my new body. I was feeling warm, flushed. I was getting turned on looking at myself. I realized the feeling of my arousal was very different now. For one, there is no erection, obviously. Instead, I could feel my nipples hardening, and I felt a sweaty warmth down between my legs, like I'd been exercising, and made me feel like I wanted to open my legs. I reached down, and felt the dampness. I could smell myself. Without thinking, I reached a hand down there, and split my labia with my middle finger, touching my clit. My knees almost buckled as a shock shot through my body. It was incredibly sensitive. I moved to the bed, and immediately started touching myself again. It felt incredibly good. One hand was rubbing my clit, while the other was rubbing my breasts. It was instinctive. I was breathing hard now, moving my finger in tight circles as I rubbed my clit. It felt good, but the longer I did it, the more it felt like something was missing. I felt an emptiness inside me, like a craving. I wanted something inside me. The realization was sobering. The thought wouldn't even have come to me in my old body. Obviously, changes were taking place to my brain. I looked around the room for something to put inside me. There wasn't anything that would do, so I stopped rubbing my boobs, and stuck a finger inside me, while rubbing my clit with the other. It felt somewhat better, but I briefly considered going down to the bar, and seeing if there was someone I'd consider picking up. I quickly decided against it. I wasn't nearly ready to take that step, Plus, I doubt that the previous occupant of this body bothered with birth control. I was probably very fertile. I stopped touching myself, realizing for the first time how much like a girl I was thinking, afraid of it. Instead, I decided to take a shower, and wash off the makeup with the cleanser I'd bought from the salon. I unpacked the makeup, and cleaned and moisturized my face. The change still amazed me. I went from a sophisticated looking 18 or 19 year old, to a cute, innocent looking 16 year old. I took a long relaxing shower, and then got into bed. I hadn't bought anything in the way of pajamas, so I slept nude. I knew the events of the day would keep me thinking for a long time before I would be able to fall asleep. I was out cold in five minutes. I woke up to the sound of housekeeping knocking on the door to the next room. I'd left the do not disturb sign on my door. After laying there for a few minutes listening to the sound of traffic, I went ahead and got up. For the first time I could remember, I took my morning piss sitting down. After taking a shower, I got into a bra for the first time. It took a minute to get the hooks in the back. "I guess this takes practice," I said, after getting the final hook right. Like most husbands, I'd gotten pretty adept at taking them off, but never at putting them on. Still looking in the mirror, I said to the girl staring back at me, "Guess we can look forward to a lot of new firsts." I had no doubt the statement was true. Then I put on panties, one of my new pairs of jeans, and a blouse. I leaned against the sink and did my makeup like they'd showed me. It turned out surprisingly good. Maybe I'd missed my calling as an artist. I got out the suitcase, and put all but one cashiers check in my backpack main section. Then I put the money left over from last night, the cashiers check, and the coin into the little pocket in the front. It wouldn't look funny carrying the backpack because lots of girls used them as purses these days. When I was done, I picked up the backpack. It sure was heavy. I put it on, and looked at myself in the mirror. "So that's why girls wear backpacks these days," I said, noticing that the backpack definitely accentuates my bust line by pulling my shoulders back. I headed to the bank, surprised at all of the guys who were looking at me as I walked. I wondered if all girls noticed that guys watch them all the time. By the time I got to the bank, I was sweating. It wasn't just that it was hot already, but that I was carrying a whole lot of money. No one bothered me though. I walked into the bank, and sat down at one of the desks that said customer assistance. The lady walked me through opening an account, and renting a large safety deposit box. I explained to the lady that I'd just moved here, and didn't have an address yet, so they used the one on my driver's license. It didn't matter though because I opted for no statements so nothing should go to that house. I deposited the cashier's check in the bank, and had them automatically take the money out of the account for the box rental. Then, I went into a room with my box, and emptied out all the contents of my backpack into the box, including the coin. I kept $40 for spending money, and had it locked back up. Now, my money and the coin were secure. I didn't want to have much money when the police got to me. I headed back to the hotel with a thankfully much lighter backpack, thinking ahead to what I was going to say to Brenda's parents when I called. I decided some form of the truth would work best. I was abducted, and now I'm free. I decided that some miraculous escape wouldn't work, so I decided that it would be a case of mistaken identity, and then I got dumped in the middle of nowhere. I got back to the hotel room, and after running the story through my mind a hundred times, attempting to set the events in my mind so I could recall them naturally, I retrieved the phone number from my backpack. I settled down, and made one last sweep around the room looking for anything that might contradict my story. Everything looked good. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed, and picked up the phone. I dialed the number, and almost immediately, I heard someone answer. "Brenda, is that you?" I heard Brenda's mother ask. At that moment, I decided that from now on, I WAS Brenda. These people WERE my mother and father. "Hi, mom," I said. "Honey, where are you," she said. "Dad's right here. We want to come get you." "I'm in Las Vegas," I said, committing myself. I gave them the name of the hotel, and the room number. "I'll stay here until you fly out, I promise." I heard voices mumbling in the background. Then I got a surprise. "We'll be there in twenty minutes honey. The FBI traced your phone call yesterday to a library in Las Vegas. We flew out last night." I realized that the FBI had forwarded their phones, and that the FBI was listening right now. I had to play it cool. "Hurry, ok?" "Ms. Simmons," a male voice interrupted. He must be an FBI agent. I figured Brenda's dad wouldn't refer to her that way. "Yes, who is this?" "This is agent Crandall. Is there anyone else in the room with you?" "No, just me. Why?" "Lock your door, and wait for us until we arrive." "Yes sir," I said, properly intimidated. "We're leaving right now," mom said. "Ok, I'll be waiting. I love you." "Oh honey, I love you too." The line went dead. I began packing everything up, and getting ready to go. I hid the safety deposit box key under the padding in the right black high heeled shoe. When I heard the inevitable knocking on the door, I was all packed, and my suitcases were on the bed. "Who is it?" I said. I knew who it was, but figured better safe than sorry. "It's us honey," I heard a man's voice. "Open the door," I heard my mom say almost pleadingly. I hopped up, and unlocked the door. As I turned the knob to open it, it was pushed open from the other side, and three guys in suits rushed in. The next hour was a blur, as they questioned me, rifled through my luggage, and searched the room. I was taken to a police station where they questioned me for four more hours before letting me go. They seemed to wonder why I was just let go, and they seemed to wonder who the kidnappers had really wanted. I played dumb about that. I tried to explain my story that I was dropped off outside of town. I explained that the lady had thought I was someone named Stacy, and when the guy she met up with said I wasn't her, they dumped me. I claimed they kept me blindfolded, and tied up in their trunk. I gave them a rough description of the lady on the coin, and gave a general description of my old body as an accomplice. I explained that I only got a brief glimpse of him from the side. When they led me out to my parents, they explained that it looked like a botched kidnapping attempt, but to be extra careful for awhile. They said they'd be back in touch in a couple of days, and led us out. I noticed that my mom had my backpack and suitcase. They didn't look like they'd been searched any more thoroughly after the quick rifling in the room. Either they were careful to put everything back just so, or they hadn't bothered. My parents led me to their rental car, and we headed back to their hotel. I was surprised when they turned into the Luxor. Those were pretty expensive rooms. I guess my parents weren't hurting for money either. The whole way back, they had been asking questions like 'did they touch you?', and 'were you scared?' When they got back to the room, and locked the door, they called their house. I could hear Brenda's; scratch that, my mom talking to someone on the other end, telling them I was safe. She told the person that they were coming home tomorrow, and that they'd talk more then. By the tone of the conversation, I was pretty sure I had at least one sibling. Mom hung up, and declared that it had been a long day, and asked if we wanted to get something to eat, and just go to bed. I quickly agreed. I realized I hadn't eaten all day, and I was hungry. My dad agreed just as quickly. I decided to begin the process of getting them to see me as more adult. I asked them to wait while I changed, and so I went to my suitcase, and pulled out the sundress, quickly changing clothes in the bathroom. When I came out, I could see a look on my dad's face that told me the dress had had the desired effect. Mom came over to me and gave me a hug. "Sweetie, you look beautiful. I'm so proud of you for being so brave." I hugged her back. I wanted to say something that would sound like a 16 year old girl, so I said "Mom, I wasn't brave at all. I was scared, and I cried, and everything." Mom and dad both gave me a huge squeezy hug. Maybe it was just the feeling of closeness, and the fact that they obviously cared about their daughter, which was me now, but I genuinely hugged them back, feeling very loved. I decided that I couldn't hurt these people. I had no choice but to be their daughter. We went down to the restaurant, and were told we had a 30 minute wait. I spent the whole time noticing guys noticing me. That would take some getting used to. Mom and dad were hovering, being very protective. I couldn't blame them. I didn't have a child, but if I did, I couldn't imagine not being the same way after having them kidnapped. I'd have to give them time before I asserted my independence. We were finally seated, and the waiter pulled out my chair for me. I started to ask him what the heck he was doing, but quickly realized that it was what guys did for pretty girls. I went to sit down, and realized that I had to put an arm behind my dress, and hold it against the back of my legs when I sat down, or it just bunched to one side and became uncomfortable. I was going to learn all about being a girl. There was more to it than I thought. We ordered drinks, and I caught myself just before ordering my usual whiskey sour, and changed it to a diet coke. Mom just got water, and Dad ordered a beer. There was a semi-uncomfortable silence, and I realized that they had no idea how to broach the subject of the last two weeks. I felt like they wanted details, but I didn't want to give details that might trip me up, so I just stayed silent. Fortunately, the waiter came back fairly quickly with our drinks, and asked us if we were ready to order. I grabbed the menu, while Mom began ordering a house salad, and dad ordered a rib-eye, medium. As the waiter looked at me, I decided that the rib-eye sounded good, so I ordered that the same way. As the waiter walked away, I noticed that mom and dad were both looking at me like I'd suddenly turned into a Martian. "What's wrong," I asked, wondering if I'd somehow blown my cover. "Nothing honey," my mom said, tentatively. "It's just that you've been a vegetarian for over three years, and I'm worried you're reacting to being kidnapped. Are you sure you're ok?" I had to think fast. "Mom, I'm fine. I had a lot of time to think while tied up in the van, and, um, one of the things I decided was that I was gonna start working out and getting stronger." I realized I could incorporate the steak blunder into the story. "Part of that is getting more iron and protein, and the best source of all that is meat. I also want to start taking some kind of karate." "Honey," my dad said, taking my hand. "If that's what you want to do, I'm behind you. I just don't want this to be all about being abducted. You don't have to feel vulnerable. I'll make sure nothing like this ever happens to you again. Whatever it takes, ok?" "Ok, dad...I love you." Dad teared up. I wondered briefly if the old Brenda told him she loved him very often. I decided that from now on, I was going to say it on a regular basis. Hopefully, some day I'd even feel it for real. The rest of the meal was fairly silent, but not in an uncomfortable way. The steak was really good. Each of us had their own thoughts. By the time the meal was over, we were all ready to get some rest. We got back to the room, and they handed me a small suitcase. Inside there was some clothes, a pair of pajamas, and a toiletries bag. I don't think I would have thought about that. I know I never considered asking them to bring me anything. I grabbed the pajamas and the toiletries bag and went into the bathroom. I closed the door and went through the process of removing my makeup, brushing my teeth and putting on the pajamas. I hoped the toothbrush in the bag along with the soft solid Secret was mine. I also put on some deodorant even though I wasn't able to smell myself. If I had gone without deodorant for so long as a guy I would have stunk. When I was done, I was once again amazed at the transformation from a sophisticated looking woman to a teenager that occurred simply by removing makeup. Without all the paint, I looked so much younger. I hoped I could carry off being their daughter. They seemed pretty nice, and I'd hate for them to feel that loss all over again. I opened the door, and my parents suddenly got quiet. I'm not sure what they were talking about, but the way they were looking at me, I'm pretty sure I was the topic of conversation. "What?" I said, looking around. "Honey, can we talk about what happened? You haven't mentioned a lot about it, and it seems a little strange, to be so calm about it," my mom said. "You don't seem scared at all. If anything, you seem a lot more self assured than you did before it happened." I thought about it. I guess I was a lot more mature than a teenage girl. I wasn't even sure how to act less confident. They were looking at me, waiting for some kind of response. "Well...mostly I'm just trying not to think about it. I mean, they didn't even really want me, so I don't feel like I'm in danger or anything. Mostly, I just want to go home. I guess that's why I don't want to talk about it. If I do, then I start to think about what could have happened, and I don't really want to go there, ok?" "Ok, sweetie," my mother said. I could tell my explanation made sense to her. I could also tell that my father still wanted to talk about it, but as he started to ask a question, my mother put a hand on his arm, silencing him. Inwardly, I smiled to myself. She had him trained right. I got into the bed, and lay there, not sleeping, but thinking about so many things that they all jumbled together. Is this my life now? Where is my body? Will I decide to have a family? Am I going to have to go through college again? Will I have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend? Thinking about that one made me realize that to this point, my sexual orientation hasn't changed. Will female hormones coursing through my brain change that? Will my old body come after me when he finds out he's dying? No matter what, he will die. Without the coin, he has no way of exchanging with anyone else. His last switch was a death sentence. My last thought before drifting off to sleep was that this was my new life. I wouldn't use the coin to force someone else out of their male body. I just had to keep it safe until I decided to either tell someone about it, or destroy it. I hadn't decided which I would do. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the coffee pot brewing some of the complimentary coffee that was in the room. It smelled good. I wasn't a coffee drinker, but if it tasted like it smelled, I would have been. I got up, grabbed my suitcase, and went into the bathroom, where I got ready for the day. I decided to wear my other clean pair of jeans, and a blouse. I was thinking it was possible that the local police might want to talk to me when we got to Georgia, and I wanted to look young, and vulnerable. They would naturally take it easy on me, and I didn't want to get tripped up on my story. The last thing I did before exiting the bathroom, was verifying that the safety deposit box key was still in the show where I'd left it. We left the hotel, and headed for the airport. When we got to the gate, they were just starting to board, and since dad had first class tickets, we walked right on the plane. I just listened to the complimentary XM radio until the plane took off. Looking down at Las Vegas, where I'd gone to die, I couldn't help wondering again where my body was right now. I smiled to myself, feeling like I'd been somehow reincarnated into a new life. I was determined to make it a good one. To be continued...