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Parallel lives:
Housecleaning is a thankless task. Especially when you are clearing out
an attic. Especially in the Texas Summer heat. Especially when it
isn't your stuff, but the stuff left behind by previous tenants. Yet
here I was, wasting a perfectly good Saturday in the attic instead of
watching the Astros game. Ah the things we do when a woman asks,
especially when you are unemployed and she is covering the bills.
It wasn't that the attic was large, it was just very cluttered. I'd
spent the last 4 hours hauling out boxes of clothes, pictures and junk
and it didn't feel like then end was in sight. Worst of all, none of
the stuff was cool. My only find, a Nintendo Entertainment System, was
missing the controllers and didn't start when I first tried to boot it
up. Too bad, there was an accompanying Mario 3 cart just begging for me
to play it. I remember the old days, playing that game with a flying
Mario with a raccoon tail. Good old days? Even at 30, I guess you can't
be too young for nostalgia.
As I got to the last of the boxes, I found a box containing some
jewelry. Nothing looked valuable, at least as far as I could tell. A
few necklaces, some earrings and a locket. I sorted through it
appraising each piece, just in case. As I suspected, it was costume
jewelry at best.
The locket had a bit of wax run down the side, sealing it from opening.
It was odd though, because in this heat, the wax should have melted on
its own. Curious, I pulled out my keys and chipped the wax away. It
didn't take much work before the seal was broken.
I peered inside. It was a simple picture locket. The grainy photo's
sepia tones indicated that the girl depicted therein was from a bygone
era. She was young, perhaps 12 or 13. Shoulder length dark hair and a
cute face. She looked solemn, which seems to be the only way people
posed for photos back then. Beneath that, it was easy to tell this was
a precocious young girl. She had a light in her face that the camera
didn't bestow.
I dangled the locket in front of my face for a moment, and considered
that this too should go to the ever expanding 'goodwill' pile. As I
closed the locket a wave of dizziness passed over me and I stumbled back
falling into an old pile of clothes.
As I recovered myself I mumbled, "The heat must finally be getting to
me."
Wait.
That. Was. Not. My. Voice.
That voice was definitely feminine and sounded very young. I nervously
pulled my hand to my face, it was smaller, and my fingernails were
painted a light pink color. Painted nails could only mean one thing; I
looked down and there was a body to match that delicate hand. There was
no mistaking the fact that I was no longer myself.
My chest was marked by a pair of budding breasts. My shirt had been
changed from a men's T-shirt to some sort of blouse. Looking further
down, I was wearing girl's jean shorts. No wonder why I felt weird on
the pile of clothes, my shorts lost about a foot of fabric and my now
exposed legs were touching everything.
I ran my hands along my body. What I was feeling was feeling very real.
And even if it was imagined, I doubt I could have imagined the sensation
of my fingers touching my breasts through my top. Because it wasn't
like anything I felt when I touched my chest as a man. This was no
illusion.
I started to panic. "Am I mad?" No, that can't be it. "Think Ryan!" I
said as I started to pace the room. As I walked, I noticed a small hand
mirror. I picked it up and held it up. It only took a second; I'm her,
the girl from the locket. The change from black and white to living
color did nothing to disguise that pretty face.
I turned to the locket. "It must hold an answer," I thought. I rubbed
it against myself and dropped it. Nothing. I held it aloft and said,
"Change me back." Nothing.
"Think Ryan!" Trying to ignore the alien voice, I realized I had not
tried to inspect the locket since the change. I opened it.
There I was. My old face, in a color photo. Me. A man at thirty.
Brown hair. Green eyes. Sharp features. I had a goofy grin, which
seemed to be the only way I posed for photos. Mainly because my wife
insisted I smile whether I wanted to or not.
Not seeing any obvious answer, I closed the locket. The answer
presented itself as the wave of dizziness took me once again.
I felt the weight and heft of my true self return. I place the locket
on a nearby beam, careful to not touch it once I got clear of the
mysterious artifact.
I hastily cleared out the rest of the boxes, carrying them down to the
garage. My wife stopped by checking up on me and offering a cool glass
of Texas sweet tea.
She fingered through the recovered items, pausing briefly on the
jewelry. "Find anything interesting babe?" She looked at me hopefully.
I would have loved to had said yes but whatever I found, it was too much
to share without knowing more.
"Nothing worth mentioning. Feel free to poke about if you want."
"Aw babe, you get me the best junk," she crooned as she leaned in and
gave me a peck on the lips.
Even after being together 6 years, I still feel a romantic spark for
her. It's as strong as the day we met. Sure real life gets in the way
and we fight, but I had to admit, she's a pretty amazing woman.
Amazing doesn't mean magical though. I had a mystery on my hands and I
decided to wait until she left for work on Monday while I figure things
out. In the meantime I finished up, dumping off most the attic trash
to the Good Will, while selectively pulling out any hints about the
prior occupants. Whoever they were, something had to give me a clue
about them. A picture or a journal if I was lucky.
As it turned out, there were no clear cut answers. Instead it
appeared that these were pretty much normal people and any answers I'd
find, I'd find in the locket. So I decided to wait until I could
explore the locket properly.
----
Monday morning rolled around and I finally had the house to myself. I
went up to the attic and recovered the locket. I had all day until my
wife got home from work, but just in case, I double checked the locks.
I even jumped on gmail to check if she was available on chat, something
she'd do during the day so we could keep close. If she was on, she was
in her office, a dozen miles away. For good measure, I put the dog out
and closed the blinds. I turned to the safety of the bedroom and sat on
the edge of the bed.
Assured of my privacy, I opened the locket once more. Once again I saw
the face of the young girl. But it had changed. It was a color photo.
The girl was wearing modern clothes, I recognized the top as the one I
was wearing just the other day. And she was smiling like she was having
a yearbook photo taken.
I taken aback by this change. It's odd really. I knew this locket was
magical enough to change me, but the thought that it changed itself left
me shaken. Well, there was no turning back.
"Here goes nothing," I said as I closed the locket. The wave of energy
passed over me once more. I closed my eyes and focused on the way my
body felt. No doubt about it, I was changed once again. I opened my
eyes and looked down at my feet, now dangling from the bed, far from the
floor. I jumped down and ran to the adjacent bathroom so I could see
myself in a mirror.
There was the girl I had only had the courage to glance at before.
She... I... stood in a maroon tank top and jean shorts. The original
photo didn't properly reflect the cute black hair in a ponytail or the
piercing blue eyes. My face was young, 12 was certainly a better guess
than 13 or 14. This was further confirmed by the training bra I had
realized I was wearing. I was certainly a girl who was just coming into
womanhood. My male curiosity got the better of me as I pulled the top
away from my chest and looked down to discover two small and budding
breasts.
At that point, I figured 'in for a penny in for a pound' and took
everything off so I could see my new body in full. As I did, I realized
there was nothing sexual about it, just a frank curiosity as I ran my
hands over my body; discovering curves and folds that I had never
experienced before. As alien as my new body was, it still felt natural.
Once I finally felt that the tour was over, I redressed myself and
returned to the bedroom. I picked up the locket and opened it once
more. I had my old familiar face in there, just like before. I thought
of closing it and returning to myself but paused. Why should I give up
a chance to try something new? I have the whole day to myself don't I?
I'm sure that many people, if asked, "What would you do if you had a
single day to try the life of the opposite sex?" would have all sorts of
detailed, and possibly lurid answers. I wasn't quite that interesting.
I poked around the house doing chores. I ate a lighter than normal
lunch. I tried peeing as a girl, an experience I very seriously
considered dodging before going through with it.
I even played with the dog. That part was odd. She responded as if she
knew me but she didn't respond as if she knew it was the old me. Honey
was shy around strangers, but was friendly with people she knew. There
are games Honey and I play together that she won't do with anybody else.
She just wouldn't play the old games. We played for a bit before I let
Honey out, trying to figure what her behavior meant.
Before I knew it, it was almost time for my wife to come home. I went
back to the locket and closed it; returning to form. I hid it in my
sock drawer just moments before she pulled into the driveway. Say what
you will about magic, but at least it works swiftly in this case. I
rushed about the house to reopen window blinds and let the dog in to
greet her. As she walked in I had a hurried expression that almost
hinted that I was up to something, but I don't think she noticed.
The evening passed and I thought about what had transpired. I had
experienced the body of another person. A girl at that. While the
magic felt extraordinary, the rest of the day felt so normal. What did
it mean? Was I being exposed to a new aspect of my own personality?
Was I discovering something new altogether? I didn't know, but I was
determined to find out.
I hardly slept that night as I waited for the next chance to be alone
with my new self.
----
I barely slept that night. I woke with my wife Erica as she got ready
for work. But since I usually sleep through this, I pretended to keep
my eyes shut until she left. I was back to the locket the second she
was out the door. A moment later, I was the blue eyed girl once more.
I was surprised by the fact that I was in new clothes. New Mary Jane
shoes, socks, a plaid skirt and sweater with white undershirt. I looked
like a student at the local Catholic school. I realized that in my
excitement, I failed to check the locket. I wonder if this was among
the changes in the picture. Too late now.
I spent the day in the house, as I often did once chores were done (not
that I did them today, Tuesdays are usually dedicate to yard work, eww)
I decided to browse tv and browse the internet. I hit a few of my
favorite sites, but found myself focusing on the music stories about the
latest boy music sensation. I won't tell you who he is, but girls who
like him are accused of having a certain sort of "fever".
I focused on his picture for a minute and thought, he isn't such a bad
guy. I don't understand why these people are so mean about him, or his
fans. Heck, if *I was* a girl I would be a fan, he's kind of cute. I
thought about posting about it in one of the music threads, but for some
reason, it rejected my logon.
Whatever, their loss.
As the afternoon went on, I decided to venture out of the house. First,
I walked the dog around the block. She was really keen on this, though
I don't know why. On some level I admit a certain thrill to being out
in public in a skirt. That was definitely my guy side talking though,
because really, it's just clothes. Even worse, it's a uniform. Only
pervy older guys think that's hot.
After I dropped Honey off at the house, I decided to do another walk
around the neighborhood without her. I got near the local park and
decided I'd kill some time watching the local football pee wee team have
their practice. I had to admit, those boys were pretty good at what
they did. I knew I couldn't keep up if I wanted to, not in this body.
Besides, watching was much more fun.
Later a few girls came by, the auxiliary cheer team if you will. Not
that they were real cheerleaders, just fans. One girl asked what my
name was, I hesitated and stammered out, "Sarah." Another wave of
energy passed over. It appeared that that girl I was talking to felt it
too. "Well, I'm Lexi. We should hang out, I like your earrings."
Wait. Earrings? Since when? My hands shot to my ears and sure enough,
I felt the newly existing metal nubs. A panic shot through me.
Whatever this locket was doing, it was more than I ever anticipated.
I turned to Lexi and excused myself. I tried to appear calm as I walked
away, but I doubt that it worked as my steps increased in their energy
from each to the next. Before I knew it I was running home.
I opened the locket. There I was, my familiar face. MY FACE. Mine. I
closed it as I held it to my breast....my chest.
I was myself again. My detour in life had gone too far. I hid the
locket in my drawer and vowed to avoid it as best I could.
It is a shame that my vow didn't last so long.
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