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The mist hung lazily at dawn, illuminated by the promise of the sun not
yet over the horizon. The shadows still giving the guard towers a
menacing look on the walls behind them. This felling of subconscious
discomfort became second nature to me as well to many others who by no
fault of their own ended up on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall. The
decaying buildings leading the way to muddy, unpaved streets which led
to either more decaying buildings or more guard posts. Many days I found
myself looking at traffic coming to and from the checkpoint to the
outside world. Being too young to remember the prominence Germany had
found itself in this was the only thing I had known. And the outside
world had peaked my curiosity, so whenever a beautiful Russian woman
made her way from a tinted window car and into a nearby bunker I was
spellbound.
Amongst the girls withing the walls who I looked upon as sisters who I
tried to survive with, this woman became my definition of forbidden
fruit. Yes, of course I knew she was one of the ones holding us in this
position, but I hoped one day I may find her and in the fantasy, have
sex with her. See her beautiful blue eyes in orgasm as her red hair
would be untamed responding to even her most slightest of movements. Her
uniform, bulky and concealing due to our German winter kept me from
seeing further, but I hoped that one day that would change. Soon enough,
however our captors became increasingly erratic forcing several people
out of their homes and into the bunker down the street from where I
lived. And the people they took simply vanished, probably killed but who
knows? At this time, I know now was the beginning of the Soviet Union's
collapse although at the time, I could not know such things. But, there
was indeed a strange vibe in the air, the feeling of uncertainty and of
hope something I had never felt before. Although the guards continued
emerging from the bunker and dragging people out of their hopes, I
foolishly thought that they would never get to me. I was wrong.
And my hopes of not being pushed into the depths of the bunker were
evaporated by several strong knocks and a distinctly Russian voice at
the door. I was blindfolded and my hands were tied behind my back and I
heard the hushed quiet of the people I had lived with. They knew, like I
did that if anyone protested in the least they would be shot. I was
taken outside, evidenced by the cold air filling my lungs and causing my
body to quiver. And after what felt like a short walk, we began to
descend which I could tell by the tug of gravity. After walking through
what seemed like countless passages and being led down several halls I
took a seat in my subterranean prison.
They removed my blindfold and tied me to a chair. And after my eyes
adjusted to the light I saw a room with bland colored walls with a
single table in it's center and two chairs one of which I was occupying.
And there was a mirror in which I could only see my reflection. So, I
sat and patiently waited thinking about my life, my happy childhood, the
death of my Father defending Germany, the murder of my Mother one cold
December night.
These thoughts were interrupted by a slamming door and the clicking of
high heels. It was the woman who I saw no longer in uniform, but in more
office like attire that I had seen from American sitcoms which we had
seen via a West Berlin TV station. Her red hair rested on her shoulders,
but went down to the middle of her chest. Her chest was covered by a
small, black jacket covering a baby blue collared shirt. Her legs were
covered by a navy blue skirt and pantyhose and black high heels crowned
her feet. Those blue eyes looked at me and seemed to be inspecting my
physical appearance which frightened me, but somewhere gave me false
hope about the relationship I fantasized about.
"Devin Marx, yes?" she asked, her thick, Russian accent hanging in the
air. "Yes." I replied, trying to offer a friendly smile with my answer.
"Mr. Marx, I am Natasha Broycovich and I am here to tell you have been
chosen for Operation Sheep's Clothing. Now if you haven't noticed that
Soviet control has been weakening and soon the Americans will be walking
these East Berlin streets. And if the Americans do win this "Cold War"
what will happen to us Devin? Simple soldiers serving the Soviet."
I thought for a moment, and replied "Hunt you down I suppose."
She offered a smile that was bone chilling in it's "I know something you
don't" quality. "Yes, Devin, yes. Now allow me to explain Operation
Sheep's Clothing. Using several inventions captured from the Germans
after World War 2 we have found the means for someone swapping bodies
with another individual." I looked at her in disbelief, of course there
couldn't be such a machine, could it? "And in using this technology we
have found a way that our soldiers can spend the rest of their lives
free and safe Devin. Instead of pleading with these sickening
capitalists for mercy, we will simply become the people we've cut off
from the outside world."
She then began to leave the room and I cried out "Wait!" Searching for
something concerning my fate. "What happens to me?" She simply turned
around, and very non chalet replied "You're becoming me." Then, she
continued on her way outside. I sat, confused, enraged and saddened at
the same time. These people were not people, they were monsters. And I
had decided to try to fight in anyway I could to prevent this from
happening. I began trying to hop over to the one way mirror and trying
to kick the mirror in. But, after what felt like several hours and I
eventually tired and passed out. I awoke to find myself strapped in some
large machine looking out seeing several men running around in white lab
coats and clipboards. I saw many thick cables hooking into a large, Grey
central console in the center of the room.
I tried to fight it, but I was fastened in by two large leather straps
which I imagined were tied around what I was laying on. Then, she
entered, her red hair immaculate, her face all made up. Almost an insult
to the man who is about to inhabit that body. Not only that, but she
wore a black leather jumpsuit, hugging her curves in exactly right
places, and calling attention to her breasts and butt. She wore black
high heeled boots to top off the outfit.
She looked at me with those steel blue eyes and offered no excuses, no
comfort. And as she entered the pod beside me she offered a slight bit
of sick humor by saying "Bon Voyage."
After she was strapped in the machine, the machine kicked in making a
loud, humming sound, until it washed over me and my vision went to
white. After that was a blur, and I remember being thrown out of a car
and landing on the hard concrete and a distant wagon coming from several
miles away. To my surprise I didn't wake in a cold, snow soaked gutter,
but a warm fire place and a comfy bed I got up to see a full body mirror
waiting for me. Indeed I was now Natasha her red hair resting on my
shoulders, her face responding to my emotion of surprise. I was dressed
only in white bra and panties and the leather suit and boots were
sitting on the chair beside the mirror. If I had been male, this was my
dream but now things are different. I sat on the bed and reflected on
what had happened to me. And how I was snatched form the warm embrace of
my friends and what I had known, to the cold embrace of the unknown.
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