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Part II
One of the problems with being unemployed is that you have a lot of free
time on your hands. Some people fill it with hobbies. Others turn to
drinking. My new obsession was magic. I had discovered an item that
allowed me to change into a whole new person. But my early experiments
left me shaken.
In hindsight, I should have noticed the locket changing my personality.
But at the time, it all felt so natural.
I decided more research was needed. So I turned to the internet. No
luck. Sure there were stories of mystical necklaces that caused changes,
but the mechanism was different. Some were by wish, others by contact
with clothes or a person.
If I wanted answers, they would have to come from the house where I found
the locket. I went to the local Hall of Records to do a title search.
There had been 3 prior owners. The most recent family was the Won
family. I knew them, we met during the sale of the home. They were a
Korean family bearing no resemblance to the girl in the locket. That
left it between the first owners, a mister Stewart Williams and one David
O'Brian.
Names in hand, I went to the library to look up microfilm of local
newspapers. If I thought I had a shortage of things to do in my free
time, the problem was just solved. Between Williams and O'Brian I had
nearly 30 years of news to cover. I felt confident in my chances as I
always had a natural aptitude to detailed research. Perhaps that's why I
was such a good forensic accountant (well, I was, before my office was
closed). People thought I had a gift, but the truth was that I was
willing to do the boring work nobody liked.
The first day went quickly, the excitement of the mystery kept me going.
I knocked out a few months of articles and pictures like it was nothing.
Days of research turned into weeks. I had resisted the temptation to
test the locket again. I probably wouldn't have been tempted if I hadn't
been so dedicated to my research project. The very thing I was trying to
avoid had become my central focus in life.
Then I hit on something, an O'Brian family was in a feature article on a
local football family. Apparently, the family had two boys who had led
the local high school team to state 6 years running. Everybody knows
that we Texans love our football; these boys got a long and in depth
spread. There were two shots of the whole family. There was a David
O'Brian, his wife Linda, the two boys and a girl.
There was a definite family resemblance. The family appeared to be what
you would call black Irish. Fair skin with dark hair, like Timothy
Dalton or Alec Baldwin. The mother was beautiful, and looked like a
sneak preview of the girl in the locket some 35 years in the future. The
younger girl bore a strong resemblance the girl in the locket, but I
wasn't sure if it was a match. Too much time had passed and my memory of
her face wasn't perfect.
There was only one way to be sure if these two girls were the same. I
printed up a copy of the article and took it home.
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It was late in the afternoon, but I was pretty sure I had about an hour
before my wife got home. Plenty of time. I took the locket out from the
sock drawer where I had it hidden. I opened it and inspected the
picture. Nothing in it had changed. I held it next to the newspaper's
photo and compared the two.
The two girls were different. There was a strong resemblance, but girl
in the article appeared older and more developed.
It appeared that my research has answered as many questions as it has
created. The girl in the locket had to be related to the O'Brian family.
I would expect that she lived in that house, but why no mention of her in
the paper? It didn't make sense.
I spent nearly half an hour pondering this question, constantly looking
back and forth between the picture and the locket. I was so distracted
that I didn't notice the time. I heard the sound of the garage door
opening.
"Shit. Erica is home." I panicked. I still had the locket and it was
open. I would have to close it. "Please let there be enough time to
change back and forth." It was a prayer offered to nobody in particular.
Maybe she'd stop to get the mail or check the roses in the front yard,
anything that could buy me time.
I closed the locket and the wave passed over me.
I regained my senses as Erica walked through the door.
She looked right at me. "Hi Sarah, taking Honey for her walk?"
Stunned, I nodded yes. Erica said, "You are here later than usual,
homework keeping you busy?"
"Yes," I said in a sheepish response.
"Then don't let me keep you. Oh, by the way, I'll have a check for you
for the last month, it'll be on the counter for when you get back."
Erica went into the master bedroom. I put the locket on for safekeeping,
grabbed the leash from its usual place and started taking the Honey for a
walk. I didn't want to risk being caught changing back and Erica hadn't
noticed anything wrong. I needed time to think.
I worked my way around the block with Honey in tow. Erica knows me and
is giving me a check. What can I deduce from this from what I already
know? First, when Erica and I were both working, we paid a local kid to
walk the dog. We both got home much too late to give the dog the
attention she needed. Maybe Erica thinks I'm the new dog walker. That
would make sense. The locket was able to continue to work its magic on
me, I don't see why it couldn't affect others.
I thought about changing back, when I was sure that I was away from
prying eyes. I'm sure Honey wouldn't mind. I nearly did when I thought
of the check. A check would give me a name.
My curiosity got the better of me, I decided to remain a girl and return
home. I let myself in and let Honey off her leash. I picked up the
check. It was made out to Sarah Reilly.
I know the Reilly's, they were a family who lived down the block. They
had a teenage son and apparently now a daughter. That is, if my guess is
correct. I let myself out of the house and walked to what I presumed was
my new home. There was only one way to find out.
I opened the door and let myself in.
Mrs. Reilly was in the kitchen. I think her name was Linda. She called
out, "Is that you Sarah? Can you set the table? Your brother isn't home
from soccer practice yet."
I walked into the kitchen and reached to the cabinet where I thought the
dishes would be. "Sure mom."
"No complaints? That's a first." Linda looked up from her work at the
stove, "Thank you for that, today has been hectic enough as it is. Don't
worry, I'll make Nick clear the table and do the dishes." I smiled
thinking that I already struck the first blow in a potential sibling
rivalry.
By the time I was finishing up Mr. Reilly and Nick came home from
practice. The boys washed up and came back to the table. Not knowing my
place, I hesitated to sit. I feigned getting myself something to drink
while everybody else took a seat. I sat down when it became clear where
I belong.
Dinner was uneventful, but I really enjoyed it. First of all, Linda can
cook like nobody's business. I may have a smaller stomach in this body,
but I was sure to fill every bit of it I could. So much so that Nick
made a thinly veiled comment about getting fat that earned him a swift
kick beneath the table. Second, these folks reminded me of my family. I
lost my parents while I was in college and I miss them dearly. This meal
was like coming home.
Mr. Reilly asked me about my day. I bluffed my way through it as best I
could talking about how class was going well and how such and such girl
was annoying. It took about 20 seconds of this for him to go into
"pretend listening mode" and I was in the clear.
Dinner wrapped up and Nick got stuck clearing the dishes. He tried to
get me roped into the job but Mrs. Reilly was adamant.
I gloated at the table while Mrs. Reilly turned to me and said, "Tonight
is an elimination night on Dancing with the Stars. Go get changed for bed
and then we can watch it together."
I had a bit of time before the show came on meaning that this was my
chance to explore more. I tried to find my room. The house is a tract
home, so the floor plans in this development were repetitive. By lucky
coincidence, the Reilly's home was a mirror image of my old one. So
there would be a master bedroom and office on the first floor and a pair
of smaller rooms upstairs. One of those would have to be mine.
I went upstairs, the first room had it's door ajar. It was a complete
pig sty. A pair of dirty cleats were by the door. It had to be Nick's
room. I prayed it was Nick's room, because if this is Sarah's.... Damn,
that would be one messy girl.
On to door number 2. I opened it and went in. This was definitely
Sarah's room. It was the smaller of the two, but it had the walk-in
closet. I shut the door behind me. This was definitely the typical
tween girl's room. White walls with a pink accent wall. Pages of teen
magazines plastered to the walls. A vanity with makeup and jewelry all
over the place.
I went to the closet and grabbed some sleepwear, boxer shorts and an
oversized t-shirt. I got undressed . I looked at myself in the mirror
of the vanity. Nothing had changed, I was still the same girl as
before. Cute, blue eyes and fair skin. Based on the photos of the
O'Brian women, I wondered what Sarah would grow to look like. While my
figure was modest, it looked like I would turn out rather pretty if the
old family was any indication. I thought about the women and the picture
and at my own meager chest. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
I broke from my revelry realizing that I was being lost in my alter ego
once again. It seemed that as long as I tried to pay attention, I was
myself. But if I didn't the new me would creep her way in. I decided to
let go of myself for the next few hours. If I wanted to pass myself off,
I needed less of Ryan and more of Sarah.
I went downstairs. Mom was already at the couch with popcorn, dad by her
side. Instinctively, I sat next to him. He put his arm around me "Hey
pumpkin, ready for some dancing?" Something inside told me that he was
only watching this as an excuse to spend time with mom and I. That is so
sweet. Not like Nick, who decided to hide in his room.
Dancing With the Stars was good that night. A dancer we all liked was
spared elimination by a slight edge in the phone vote. Mom was
triumphant telling Daddy, "See, I told you there we needed to phone in
our vote." Daddy just smiled and told me it was time for bed. I gave
him a big kiss on the cheek and went back upstairs.
I went to my room. I took a moment to regain my composure and my own
personality. I lay on my bed thinking about the day. It had been
bizarre but wonderful. I needed to get back to my old home, but I didn't
think I could just yet. Not without getting caught sneaking out. I'd
have to wait.
I spent a bit of time with the lights on, searching my room. There were
pictures of me with various friends. Old yearbooks. If I had to, I could
use this info later to get more details about my alter ego's history. I
sat down at the vanity and saw the check from Erica. I had left it there
when I dressed for bed. I hadn't looked at it much before, just long
enough to get my new name. But now I noticed for the first time, this
was off a different account. Erica and I kept a joint account with both
our names on it. This check just had her name on it. Erica never
changed her name when we got married. I never fought her on this because
I didn't think it was a big deal in this modern age.
I lay back in the bed and thought about the events of the day.
Apparently, it seemed as if the locket changed me completely. If I was
Ryan, then Sarah didn't exist. If I was Sarah, Ryan didn't exist. The
locket made up a backstory for Sarah, something that fit the world it was
presented. What would it do with Ryan's absence for the last few hours?
There was a knock at my door and Mrs. Reilly saying calling out, "It's 10
o'clock, time for bed. You brush your teeth?"
I let out a long drawn out "Yes mom. Goodnight" Of course I didn't brush
my teeth, but she didn't need to know.
I turned out the lights and lay in bed. The way I figured it, I needed
to wait at least an hour before I could sneak out front, change back, and
go home.
Lying in bed, my attention turned away from the mysteries of the locket
to the mysteries of my new self. I had never really explored this body,
I was too shy to even attempt it. I limited myself to a quick inventory
before. It was enough to size myself up, and that's about it. But with
an hour in the dark my curiosity got the better of me.
I ran my hands up beneath my shirt and felt my breasts. The skin felt so
tender and soft. I let out a soft gasp as I felt myself for the first
time. I reached my fingers around and touched my nipple with my right
hand. It was electric. I began stroking my nipple and became lost in
the pleasure it brought me.
I turned over to my side and I instinctively brought one of the pillows
from my head down between my legs. I began rolling my hips into the
pillow while soft waves of pleasure built within my body.
I instinctively knew that this was something Sarah did when she couldn't
sleep. Based on what I was experiencing, who could blame her? I
continued pressing my body against the pillow while images flooded my
mind. At first it was women I liked. But as I went on, various boys
from pop music and Sarah's life flickered in and out of my mind's eye.
As the intensity built, the women disappeared and they boys remained.
Eventually, I kept coming back to one boy, a boy with short blond hair
and blue eyes. I was thinking of him as my pace increased until the
pleasure became so intense that I couldn't take it anymore.
I lay in bed basking in the afterglow and praying that I didn't make any
noise. I looked over to the nightstand beside the bed. It read 11:17.
Certainly everybody was asleep by now. I turned my bedroom light back on
and grabbed the locket. I started out the door, I turned to shut off the
lights when I thought better of it. An experiment is called for.
I made my way out of the house and to the front yard. I could see my
bedroom window, the light was still on. I opened the locket and closed it
again. I felt myself return to my old male body. I looked to Sarah's
old room. The light is off. This wasn't much of a surprise, but it
confirmed my expectations.
I walked back to my marital home. My wife was already asleep as usual I
looked around the house. There were signs of cooking. I went into the
fridge and there was dish of left-over lasagna that hadn't been there
before. I'm the only one in this house that cooks lasagna. Hell, I even
planned on making lasagna before I was forced on an unexpected detour
into another life. This confirmed my suspicion, the locket fills in time
where I'm missing with what I would have done.
This explained much. The locket provided for two lives where neither
exists at the same time, but both running in parallel. Sarah and Ryan
both existed, but never at once. Like parallel lines, the two would
never meet but they always ran side by side.
I poured myself a glass of wine and reviewed the article about the
O'Brien family. I was certain that Sarah was a spitting image of an
O'Brien. Only one thing made sense, there was another O'Brian girl. At
least, there once was. But if I can leave Ryan behind to become Sarah,
maybe the O'Brian girl left behind herself to become somebody new. When
she adopted this new identity, the old one disappeared to the locket.
Disappearing with it would be any trace of who she was or who she became.
From there, it was a mystery that even Hercule Poirot couldn't solve. I
resigned myself to the fact that the mystery of the girl in the locket
had no more answers.
I usually was at least a few hours later than Erica when it came to
getting into bed. But after the excitement of this day, I decided to
turn in earlier than usual. I snuck into the bedroom, put the locket in
my sock drawer and went to bed. I cuddled up to my wife from behind and
she took my hand and held it tight to her belly. After all I had been
through, I felt at home.
But now I knew that I had another home. I needed to know more about
Sarah. More about my new family. Obviously my loyalty was to my wife,
but that was the beauty of the locket. I could explore a whole new world
without short changing my duties in this one. I didn't know when I would
explore again, but I knew that I would soon. My previous vow to avoid
the locket was now replaced by a vow to discover a whole new world.
Ofelia
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