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A Witch's Revenge Part 2
I laid there in the bed in total shock. I dealt with all kinds of stuff-
I killed people at times, damnit, but how do you react to being blasted
into unconciousness in a 38 year old male body, and wake up in a 12 year
old girl's body, and not be shocked. I lay there, as the woman laughed at
my reaction, and then I did the weirdest thing, at least for me- I started
crying. Somehow, I knew it was partially the body I was in reacting to
the whole thing. But that just freaked me out more. I said, "how the
hell did you do this to me?" she said. "I know they want to check you out,
and take out the catheter inside you, so I'll leave you to think about
this, but don't worry, I'll be back with some of your regular pajamas."
Then she was gone.
I'm not sure it wasn't worse now, laying there without any explanation.
They took out the catheter, and poked and prodded at me some more, talking
about what a miracle I was. They used some words and terms that I guess
they didn't think I would understand, but then, I wasn't really a 12 year
old anyway. Then, I was alone for a while. I couldn't help myself- I
started to wonder what the girl was like. I started getting weird flashes
of something like memories, except they weren't mine. Of being this girl
whose body I was in. two things that came through real quick- she loved
her life, and unlike me when I was in middle school and high school, she
was popular. Not that phony kind, where you are just being who people
want you to be, but the real kind, where she was just a good person. But,
there was something about the Mom. She loved her Mom, but even she was
creeped out a little by something about her. I hoped that more memories
would come, if I was going to be trapped in this body for long.
Finally, Mom came back. I guess it was a Freudian slip, but after the
memories started coming, I couldn't help thinking of her that way a
little. She took one look in my eyes and said, "you're starting to get
her memories. That's good. It will be easier on you. The doctor said
that you can go home in a couple of days, as long as you take it easy.
But, I do imagine you would like to know what is going on. I need you to
know right from the start that I loved my daughter. Tanya was a special
girl, as your new memories should be telling you. Don't worry, I made
sure they would come slow, so you can process them." She then pulled out
a bag, and started putting a few things a way in drawers. She handed me
some pink looking, smelly soap, and some shampoo that looked like a kid's.
She said, "You like bubble baths, but that will have to wait until you get
home." She was right, I had a vague memory of how good they made me feel.
I went into the bathroom, and stripped off the hospital gown, and the
panties. I got my first look at myself in the mirror. I had never seen a
girl that young without clothes on, and felt almost like a pedophile,
except that it was my own body. I touched my small breasts, and between
my legs, enough to feel they were real, but couldn't yet bear to look at
myself much. I climbed in the shower, and realized how good the hot water
felt. I started using the soap, and it felt good as I washed myself with
it. As I washed all over, I started getting funny feelings as I washed my
breasts and between my legs. I didn't linger there, as I figured I knew
what that meant, but definitely didn't want to go there. There was only
the vaguest memory of that in the old memories. I washed my hair, and
realized how wonderful the long hair felt, and then wondered what the hell
was I thinking? I didn't like my hair long! As a man, it would have made
me stand out, and I always tried to look normal.
My mom (again, I couldn't help thinking of her like that) had put a
nightgown and a pair of panties in the bathroom while I was in the shower.
I also realized I had another problem. With the catheter gone, I now had
a real need to pee. It wasn't that hard to figure out, and easier since I
hadn't dressed yet. I put on the panties, kind of similar to a bikini
style in a bathing suit, and pink this time, and a frilly baby doll
nightgown, in matching pink. I was sure that she had done this on
purpose. She had picked the girliest nightgown and panty set that Tanya
had. I didn't care. As long as it got me dressed, and an explanation
from her. I brushed my hair, and found that Tanya liked it straight, with
bangs in front. It went about halfway down my back, light brown and
beautiful. I had slight memories that she had enjoyed mixing some pastels
occasionally- light blue or pink, and tried to bury that thought. It
didn't help that for being such a bad guy most of the time, my house was
done in pastels. I liked a quiet, bright life outside my work, and her
tastes seemed to run to the same thing.
I walked out of the bathroom, and since Mom and I were alone, I said,
"I'll make you a deal. I'll let you call me Tanya, and I'll even call you
Mom, but you damn well better tell me what's happening soon."
She said, "Ok, but there's one thing you better understand." She slapped
me. Not hard enough to do more than hurt a little, but still, I reacted.
Part of being a killer meant being trained in unarmed combat, but my new
body, and coming out of a coma betrayed me. She caught my foot in the
kick I threw at her, and tossed me on the bed. She said, "That one was
for free. I'm also a martial arts expert, and it would be interesting to
see who is better, but you can see how dumb it would be to try. As for
the slap, it was to get your attention. I almost never spanked Tanya.
But, one thing I won't allow anymore is for you to curse. Next time, it
will be a spanking, and as you can see, I can enforce that."
I fumed, but eventually said, "Yes, Mom." I then realized that I was even
sounding like a young girl, and this got me mad. I said, "Alright, now
that we have some ground rules established, please tell me what happened."
She asked me what my old name was, and I said, "My name IS David."
She slapped me on the cheek again, this time just a light tap, and said,
"Just a reminder, but never refer to yourself again in public as David, or
even in private in the present tense. David is dead. Now I will tell you
what happened. Do you have any idea what you were hired to steal?"
I said, "No, that was a blind job, with money to be deposited into my
account in the Caymans, and I was to deliver the book to a blind drop. It
came from someone I knew I could trust, but I'll tell you now, they're
going to want to know what happened to me, and still want that book.
Paying me one million dollars was a lot of money."
She laughed and said, "I already know almost everything about you. You're
a thief who will kill when necessary, and you will also work as a hit man.
You hated killing my daughter, and tried to save her when you could have
escaped. That is the only reason you still exist."
I chewed on that for a while, and then asked, "Am I hallucinating this,
somehow (I'd been known to do a little LSD, or some Mushrooms, when I was
in my home, which no one knew about). Did you hypnotize me?"
She said, "You fool, you just have no idea what happened here. I know
when you grabbed that book, you recognized that it was in a room full of
witch's things. That book is one of the most powerful spell books that
ever existed, over 10,000 years old. Its own magic keeps it looking young
and new. As to you, when I saw you bent over my daughter, I had no idea
that you were trying to save her. I am a very powerful witch. I used a
blast of magic to hurl you across the room, and to blast you against a
wall. You're body was badly injured, as my anger blew any of my normal
control. Both you and my daughter were taken to the hospital, where she
was pronounced brain dead. It didn't matter, I knew her Spirit was now
one with the universe. We will see each other again. But, you were
dying. Nothing could save you. Then, I remembered one of the most
powerful spells in the book, one that would allow a body switch. With one
person's spirit gone, and the other, you, probably being an unwilling
participant, I doubted it would work. But, I got a very good friend of
mine to help. She posed as your wife- yes, I have great connections for
faked paperwork and things myself. She came in with a container to take
your spirit, and brought it into my daughter's room. We performed the
spell to put you into her body, and then left your spirit asleep, for a
few days. When I woke you up, I did it from home, so no one would know.
So, in a sense, I saved both your life and my daughter's life."
I said, "Mom, you are truly sick. People would call me a psychopath
because of my ease with killing people, but I don't even know what to call
you." I expected another slap, or something worse, but she laughed at me
instead. I think that scared me even more.
She said, "If you're wondering, I'm not even mad, because you're probably
right. But, at least you're alive, and I have a daughter of sorts."
I said, "But at least you're going to allow me to return to my body some
day, aren't you?"
She said, "You didn't let me finish. When my friend who was posing as
your wife took your spirit, you flatlined in your brain. She then
produced two sets of papers. One was a living will that said that you
didn't want to be kept alive if this happened, and two, that you wanted to
be cremated when you died, within 72 hours according to your personal
beliefs. That's one reason we kept you asleep here for a few days- there
might have been a chance that you would return to your old body if we did
the spell wrong. As you can guess, it went right."
I said, "You mean I'm trapped in here for good?"
She said, "That's right. You're Tanya for as long as you live. And in
case you decide to kill yourself, I'll wait until you get home to show you
why you don't want to do that. Well, visiting time is over. Have fun
thinking about all of this."
She did at least sound as if it was a mix of sadness, along with the
enjoyment. As for me, I turned towards the wall, and let the tears come.
Damn these female hormones, and damn this girl's body. The nurse finally
came in and gave me something so I could sleep. My dreams were a little
about my old self, but I was starting to see more of my new self, too.
The last one I remembered I blocked out the end of. It was about me, in a
t-shirt and jeans. I did look nice, and was beginning to show some shape.
I was walking into a movie theatre with some other kids to see the new
Harry Potter movie. When we sat down, I sat with a boy that I knew
somehow was named Peter. He put his arm across the seat behind me, and I
leaned into him a little. The movie got a little boring, so we were
looking at each other. He leaned into kiss me, and... when I woke up, I
was in a cold sweat.
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