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This is the second part of the story. Be sure to read The Entity first. The Entity Part II By Quicksilver I locked the door to my apartment and sliped the key into my pocket. I really needed to clear my head. The events of last evening and this morning were crazy. Sandy left about an hour ago and I pretty much just sat on my couch in a stupor, reflecting on recent events. I still couldn't believe they had happened. For some reason, the part I had the hardest time with was that I actually had sex with Sandy. This would have been weird enough by itself, but I did so with her genitalia between my legs. Of course, the fact that I had been her was also hard to believe. "Enough of that," I told myself. "Time for some much needed distraction." While parts of the experience had been interesting, or even outright fun, I wanted nothing more than to do something normal. I had the day off. Steve actually called to see if we were still switched around. He told me to take the day off even though we had switched back. He was obviously afraid to have me there. I wondered if he was going to find some excuse to fire Sandy and me, and possibly even Tom. I began walking down the main street next to my apartment, being sure to walk away from Steve's restaurant. I hadn't decided where I was going yet. I thought about going to the gym to work out. I liked to work out fairly regularly and thought that it would be a nice reminder that I had my own body back. I decided against it though because I really felt like doing something fun instead. So I just kept walking, not really sure where I was going. I made an effort to keep my eyes down, trying not to notice anyone in particular. The first two manifestations of this strange power occurred because of subconscious thoughts. I didn't want to trigger anything for a while, certainly not here on the street. This morning I almost didn't even leave the house. After a lengthy debate with myself, I concluded that I would have to face situations with people around eventually. This day off presented itself as opportunity to practice, or so I rationalized. I just wanted to control it so I could get back to my normal life. After wandering aimlessly for a while, I decided to go to the amusement park just outside of the city limits. I had a season pass for the summer and it sounded like a fun way to spend the day. I would also get the chance to see if I could avoid any unintentional switches. I walked to the nearby bus station and began waiting for the bus. I sat down on the bench and started to look around a bit. Fortunately I was the only one waiting for the bus at this particular stop. It was a nice summer morning, the sun was out and there were quite a few people walking past the bus stop. I tried not to look at any single person directly. I didn't want to think about a person and risk triggering anything. Unfortunately, my hormones had other ideas. A very attractive woman was out jogging. As she jogged past me, I couldn't help but steal a glance. Soon I was outright staring at her. She was wearing a black sports bra and tight jogging shorts. She had large breasts that bounced around, in spite of the sports bra, as she ran. I stared at her, mesmerized. I was beginning to imagine her naked body. "No!" I said aloud to myself as I turned away. "I don't want to have her body." I refrained from looking again until I figured she was out of sight. I couldn't help but worry that I would have some crazy subconscious thought that would trigger an incident. However, nothing happened. I couldn't help but be pleased. Maybe this would work out after all. The bus arrived and I hopped on and found a seat by myself. That wasn't too hard since there weren't too many people on the bus. It was about ten am and well after the time that the rush hour crowd was going to work. I looked around at the people on the bus, emboldened a little bit by the lack of an incident with the jogger. Sitting across the isle, a few seats forward, was a middle aged woman reading a book. She was still quite attractive for her age. There was also a very attractive young woman standing next to the door just in front of her. Sitting in front of her was a large heavyset man. I had to know if I could still cause any swaps by accident. Against my better judgement, I decided to try an experiment. "I would love to get a piece of that ass," I thought to myself while looking at the attractive young woman. I was trying to think thoughts that were similar to the ones that triggered changes before. Nothing happened. Perhaps, since it wasn't really a subconscious thought it didn't trigger anything. After all, it was rather contrived. Another thought occurred to me, perhaps, I no longer had the power. Sheer will had invoked the power several times before. I didn't really want to have that girls ass, or cause a scene, so I looked for a more innocuous swap to try to cause. I focused on the middle aged woman who was reading instead. She was quite engrossed in her book. I noticed that she was wearing Capri's, leaving her lower calf and feed exposed. She had a little butterfly tattoo on her right ankle. "I hope she doesn't notice this," I said to myself as I began to focus. I focused on her right ankle and willed it to swap my own right ankle. Sure enough, a surge of power and energy began to surface. I felt a tearing at my ankle and then it was over. I pushed down my sock a little so that I could see my ankle. It looked a little small but perfectly normal, except for the butterfly tattoo. I looked over at the woman. Her ankle looked slightly swollen compared to the rest of her leg. Otherwise it looked pretty normal. There was no sign of her tattoo. Fortunately she didn't notice. "It worked!" I yelped. Several people turned to look at me due to my exclamation. I shrugged my shoulders and grinned sheepishly. Fortunately they all turned back around ignoring me. I didn't want her to notice her ankle so I willed the swap to return to normal. I was grateful when I felt the same surge of power restore us. I wished that there were more people on the bus who were asleep or something. I wanted to try this out again, but I didn't want to freak anyone out. I was encouraged, perhaps I was gaining control of this thing. I had a few more ideas to try. "I bet that fat guy would like to be skinny, like her," I whispered. Nothing. "I'd like to trade seats with her." Still nothing. "I wish I was driving." Nope. In retrospect, that last one was the worst idea of them all. If it had worked, a crash would have been likely. I was encouraged. These situations were a bit contrived, but, I was able to be with people and so far hadn't triggered an incident with random thoughts. What was different? I spent the rest of the bus ride pondering my findings, but not really coming to a conclusion. *** I had been at the park for hours. Not only was I having fun, but I hadn't had an incident either. I had concluded that my experimenting on the bus was too risky to continue to do. I had been spending most of my time at the park acting normal and enjoying the rides. I hadn't willed any swaps to occur since the bus. I would have preferred to be here with friends, or better yet a girl, but I was still having fun by myself. I decided to go on my favorite roller coaster in the whole park. I hadn't been on this one yet because the line was a bit long. It had about a 30 minute wait. I got in line and began waiting. There ware ropes guiding the line back and forth several times before dropping the people at the foot of some stairs that led up to the loading platform. The line was long enough now that it spilled out of the roped area and curved around to the side of the ride. I had been waiting about ten minutes and I wasn't even in the roped off area yet. This was going really slowly and I was getting impatient. I looked up longingly at the people who were being loaded onto the ride now. They were fastening their harnesses and were almost ready to go. "I wish I was on the ride now," I muttered without much thought. Then I felt the now familiar feeling of power flowing. My reality began to dull. "Oh shit!" I managed to say before losing all feeling in my extremities as well as all of my senses. Soon darkness overcame me. I was completely detached from anything. The only sensation that I had was that of the power that was still surging through me. Shortly thereafter, my vision and senses started to return. My surroundings and orientation were completely different. I was still in an upright position, but my weight wasn't supported by my feet, at least not entirely. I was leaning back and most of my weight was distributed between my feet and a little tiny seat that I seemed to be perched upon. My upper torso was immobilized by a restraint. Even though my vision was still blurry, it was clear that I was on the ride. A few seconds later my vision snapped into clarity. I appeared to be on the far right side of the ride. A quick glance to the left revealed three other people who were similarly restrained. I desperately began to wonder what was happening with my old body? Up until now, the only swaps that had occurred had done so without me losing track of my body. Now, I couldn't tell where it was. I frantically began to look around for my own body. Fortunately, my position on the far right gave me the clearest view possible of the waiting crowd. I strained to see the line past the massive padded bar that was on the side of my head. I couldn't really see much. Pushing myself up by standing on my tip toes, I could barely make out the line. Just then, the roller coaster starting moving. Frantically, I scanned over the line, trying desperately to find my body. Where the hell was it? "Shit! Let me off ... I want off ... I want off!" I frantically yelled. I was pretty desperate to go find whoever was in my body and get it back. I was a little shocked to hear my own voice. I sounded like a girl. "Too late," the ride operator said as I passed. "You'll just have to stick it out." "It'll be OK," the guy next to me said. "I'll be right here the whole time baby." I hadn't even paused to look at who I was. Still in a panic about my situation, I gulped and looked down. I was definitely female. My outstretched legs were the most visible part of my body since I was partially covered by the overhead restraint. I was wearing very short shorts letting me get a good glimpse of my new legs. They were definitely girls legs. They were smooth and shapely. I tore myself away from explorations right now. "Where the hell did I I run off to?" I gasped, swinging my attention back to the line and the crowd before they were both out of sight. I didn't have time to check myself over right now. I had to find my body. I scanned the line again and still didn't find it. In desperation I began looking at the people near the line as well. Then I saw it. At least it was a good candidate. I could only see the back, but it was wearing the same clothes I had on this morning. It was running away from the line I was waiting in before this happened. I barely caught this glimpse before the roller coaster rounded a bend in the track. I couldn't see my body anymore. I was trapped! "Shit!" I yelled again panicking about my body running off like that. "It will be OK," the guy next to me said again, as he reached out and took my hand. "Don't touch me," I snapped at him in shock. "OK... OK, just take a deep breath, you have been on these before. It will be OK," he replied with genuine concern in his voice not realizing the full scope of the problems I was having, or even who I was. "Of course!" I sighed to myself in relief as his words triggered a realization. "I have been in this situation before." I realized there was an immediate solution to this problem. If this cloud entity could transport me to this foreign body from a distance, it could return us both to our rightful bodies as well. I breathed another heavy sigh of relief. This would be over soon. The ride was ascending now, it wouldn't be long before it reached the apex and began the first plunge. I was determined that this would be fixed before I reached the top. I concentrated as hard as I could, willing the swap to reverse itself with everything I could muster. Nothing happened. Reassuring myself that I just needed to concentrate more, I closed my eyes so that I wouldn't be distracted. I established a slow and steady breathing pattern. With these measured in place, I began concentrating again, redoubling my efforts. Still nothing happened. I opened my eyes more panicked now than before. The ride had reached the top and was just passing the apex. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. It was a double whammy. Panic was just settling in full force due to my failure at swapping back. At the same time I was physically plunging down the biggest drop of the roller coaster ride. My thoughts where racing. I had a million questions. Why couldn't we swap back? Was my body OK? Who was I now? Would I be stuck like this? My mind reeled back and forth as my new body was simultaneously thrown back and forth. I normally liked roller coasters, but the combination of both the emotional ride and physical ride was nauseating. Soon I was fighting the urge to vomit. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the intensity of the ride increased. There were 2 upside down loops in this ride. As we went through the first one, the increased G forces pulled my body down. I hadn't really had much time to get a feel for this new strange body since I had been too busy panicking and worrying about my real body running off. I knew I was female, but I hadn't paid attention yet to the things that were different. With the increased pull of gravity due to the loop, I couldn't help but notice my new breasts. I could feel my chest being pulled downward. They felt like they must be huge. I looked down at my chest, half expecting to see my breasts sagging down to the floor. Of course I didn't see them on the floor. In fact, they weren't massive like I would have expected, given the sensations I was feeling. I didn't really have time to examine them as we plunged down another drop. I spent the remainder of the ride trying to focus on taking slow deep breaths to try to remain calm. After what seemed like forever, but was in fact exactly 93 seconds, the ride ended. We squealed to a stop just behind the unloading platform. My hands were gripping the handles on the overhead restraint so tightly that my hands and knuckles were pale. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it Jen?" the guy next to me said. "Speak for yourself," I said in annoyance wanting to smack him upside the head. I was still fighting back the urge to vomit. "Lemme outta here!" I screeched tearing at the overhead restraint. "Take it easy, it's over. You're OK," the guy said again. Though I didn't respond to him, he was right, just not in the way he thought. After all, the swap only occurred a few minutes ago. Jen couldn't have gotten too far. I just had to catch up to her and switch us back. The past several times there was an accidental swap, it lasted for more the a few minutes. The important thing to remember was that there have been two accidental swaps like this, and they were both reversed. Calming down a bit at these thoughts, I took a moment to see who I had become. I couldn't go anywhere at the moment so it was either that, or talk to the guy next to me. All I knew was that I was some girl named Jen, who was apparently here with some guy. I held up my hand so that I could see it. My fingers were well manicured and were painted with a sparkly purple color nail polish. My fingers and the palm of my hand were all much more slender than my hands were normally. My arms didn't have their usual definition and bulk at all. Instead they were straight and feminine. I was wearing a silver chain bracelet on my left wrist. I looked down at my chest. In spite of the sensations during the ride, I wasn't anywhere near as big as I was in Sandy's body. Though the restraint obscured my view quite a bit, I could tell that I had a pair of pert medium sized breasts on my chest. I was wearing a fairly low cut red tee shirt that showed my cleavage off nicely. I reached up and poked one of them with my finger. It was different than Sandy's breasts. Sandy's breasts were softer, probably due to their size. These ones were far more firm and perky. As a consequence, I could feel my finger more sharply against my chest. It didn't feel at all like my normal solid male chest though. It was still strange to have feeling on my chest further away from my body than I was used to, but not as exaggerated as before. I looked back down at my legs and feet. I was wearing flip flops and could see that my toes were painted the same sparkly purple as my fingernails were. I was wearing a pair of short denim shorts that showed off my legs all the way up to my upper thigh. My legs were quite attractive. They weren't very long so I probably wasn't that tall. "Jen, are you feeling better?" the guy next to me asked, cutting my explorations a bit short. "A little, just give me a minute," I replied, trying to buy some time until I could get off and ditch him. After all, I had a body to go find and I really didn't want to talk to him. Almost as if on cue, we slid forward to the unloading platform. The restraint released and swung upward. I felt better now that I was free from the restraints. It was almost as if they were a symbolic representation of how I was trapped in this body. I was now free to find my body and get it back. The row I was sitting in began filing out. Unfortunately due to my position I would be the last person off of the ride. I had hoped to be able to ditch this guy by running off quickly, but he got off first and reached his hand out to help me. I swatted his hand away, not really wanting his help. "Jen, are you OK?" he asked me again. "No, not really," I said, telling the truth. "I gotta go," I said as I ran past him. I didn't really know how else to respond and I was anxious to go find my body. I hoped Jen would be near the ride. I was running as fast as I could. I worked my way through the walkways that led away from the ride. "Bitch," some girl said as I pushed my way past her and her friends. "Sorry," I yelled back. I made my way to the line where it all started. It had only been about 3 minutes since I was thrust into Jen's body. I searched frantically for Jen and my body. I scanned the crowds nearby. Jen wasn't here. "Hey Jen, wait up," the guy from the ride said as he caught up with me panting. "You forgot this," he said as he handed me a little denim handbag. For the first time, I got a good look at him. He was about sixteen years old. He had an athletic build and was obviously in great shape. Another thing that I noticed was that he towered over me. This kid was huge, or was I just small? It was probably both. "I picked this up for you at the end of the ride," he said between breaths. "I also took your wallet and cellphone out of my pockets and put them back in your bag for you." "Um, thanks," I replied, not really knowing what else to do. "Why such a hurry?" he asked me, still out of breath. "Oh, I was just looking for the bathroom," I said, trying to come up with both an excuse, and a way to ditch him. He was being nice, but I didn't need a tag along in my quest to find my body. "There is one right there," he said, pointing to a large bathroom that was nearby. "Oh ... um, thank you," I stammered as I began walking toward it not knowing what else to do. "I'll wait for you here," he said as I left. Not bothering to reply, I went into the bathroom, remembering to use the one that Jen would be expected to use. It served as a nice place for some privacy from that guy. I didn't even know what his name was. He was undoubtedly Jen's boyfriend. I briefly considered explaining the situation to him. I wondered if he could help me find my body. After all, Jen would recognise him. I soon decided against it however. The less people get involved, the better as far as i was concerned. My thoughts quickly went another direction. I didn't know what I looked like. Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I turned to one of the mirror's over the sinks and gazed at myself for the first time. I saw a very pretty teenage girl staring back at me. I was about sixteen years old I guessed. Of course I had already assumed that after I saw Jen's boyfreind. I wasn't wearing much makeup at all. Though, Jen didn't need to. My face exuded a natural, youthful, beauty from my dainty features. I had blue eyes and blond hair that came down just past my shoulders. My cute little nose curved upward at the tip. My neck was long and slender. My skin was fair and blemish free as far as I could tell. Completely smooth and well cared for. My tee shirt was fairly tight, displaying my pert breasts nicely, as well as highlighting my skinny abdomen. I turned to the side to see my profile. I wasn't a fit, athletic girl, but, I wasn't out of shape either. I didn't have any hint of an overhang or pooch of any kind on my belly. I suppose I am going to keep randomly becoming a female, I could do a lot worse than Sandy and Jen. Then, something else caught my attention. Though I had no real basis for comparison, I didn't think I was very tall. The bathroom sink seemed higher than it should be. I looked around at the stalls, the doors, the ceiling, or anything I could use judge my height. I concluded that I was perhaps 5 foot 4. I couldn't really tell, that was just a guess, but I felt short. Before, I was 6 feet tall. When I switched with Sandy, I only lost two inches since I knew that she was 5 foot 10. With Sandy, I didn't really notice the height loss as much. While two inches is a lot, I think I was more focused on having massive breasts. Now, however, the height difference was more pronounced. Especially with some of the other changes being less drastic. It was then that I realized that I really did have to pee like I told her boyfriend. I supposed this was inevitable. I went into one of the stalls. There were seat covers in a dispenser over the toilet. I placed one down over the seat and pulled down my shorts. Jen was wearing some lacy black panties underneath. I pulled those down as well, and sat down. I looked down at my crotch. Jen's pubic hair was well trimmed, especially around the bikini line. Even though this wasn't the first time, I was still surprised not to find my penis down there. In its place was a small mound. I refrained from further exploration, feeling sorry for Jen and the predicament that she was in. In fact, that reminded me, I needed to find her. I finished peeing and wiped up. A process that was quickly becoming disturbingly familiar. I pulled up my panties and shorts and went out to the sink to wash up. Now, on to business, how could I find my body? I didn't even know much about myself. I had the thought that I should look in my purse. What was my full name, did I even have much money. I was trying to remain focused on finding my body, but I wanted to learn as much as I could about my situation. I looked in Jen's purse to see what was in there. I found her wallet and pulled out her driver's license. "Jennifer Thompson," I read aloud curiously. "5 foot 3, 115 pounds." I was quite petite. I suddenly felt quite weak and vulnerable. Not only was I alone right now, but I was a tiny little girl. Jen was sixteen and had only received her license a month ago. I put her license away and looked to see if she had any money. I didn't want to spend her money, but I wanted to know what resources I had. She had $15 in her wallet. I rooted around in her bag further to see what else she had. I was surprised to find car keys in there. Good to know, though I probably couldn't find her car. The only other things in there were some gum, and her cellphone. "how could I be so stupid?" I asked myself aloud. I had a cellphone before the swap, and I knew my own number. I could call myself, my phone would ring, Jen would look at it and recognize her own number. Finding my body would be easy. Of course, even that may not be necessary. Perhaps I would try to switch back right now. No longer in shock or a panic like on the ride, I concentrated on switching back. I wanted my body back and I willed it to happen. Nothing did however. Did I even still have the ability to reverse this? That was a sobering thought. When I swapped with Sandy, the reversal came incrementally. I looked at my right hand. I willed it to be restored to my real one. Still nothing. "Perhaps there is a range," I hoped aloud. I had wasted too much time. I had to ditch Jen's boyfriend. Fortunately the bathroom had an entrance on both sides of the building. I went out of the other one hoping to slip away from Jen's boyfriend. It was clear, and I made a break for it. I walked for a while until I was sure I got away, then I looked for a quite place to call myself, or rather to call Jen. I found a bench sitting off to the side secluded in the shade. I sat down and dialed my own number. This was going to be a strange conversation. After several rings, it went to voicemail. Frustrated, I dialed again. It rang several times and went to voicemail again. "Damn!" I said aloud. Frustrated that I couldn't get a hold of her. "Perhaps she is too scared to answer the phone right now." I decided to send my phone a text message. I reasoned that if she were too scared to talk to some stranger calling from her own number, that reading a text message explaining the predicament might warm her up to a call. "Jen, I think I have something that belongs to you. You have something of mine as well. I would very much like to meet with you and trade back," I typed. Hoping that it would get through to her. I wanted the tone of the message to be positive so I was sure to include the bit about trading back. I hadn't really thought much about what this must be like for her. At least for Sandy, she knew who she had turned into. Sandy was also surrounded by people she knew, even if they weren't friends. Furthermore, Sandy never lost track of her real body. Poor Jen was all alone and didn't have a clue what was going on. I hoped I could find her quickly. Just then I got a text. Excitedly I grabbed Jen's phone to see what Jen had said. Unfortunately, it wasn't my number. It was from a guy named Derek. "Jen where R U? Waiting outside bathroom." Well, the boyfriend has a name now. Though I had no intention of going to meet back up with him. I called Jen one more time without any success. "Damn it!" I said as I stood up. "Why won't she answer?" I decided that this wasn't going to work. I'd just have to search around. She couldn't have gone far. I started wandering back toward the ride, hoping to find where Jen had run off with my body. When I got there, I began to look around. I was careful to avoid the bathroom area and Derek. I didn't want to deal with him right now, or ever if I had my way. I searched every place I could think of several times, but to no avail. I was considering going to the front office and seeing if I could have her paged over the park PA system. As I was beginning to walk to the front office, my phone rang. It was Derek again. I let it go to voicemail while I kept going. On the way to the front I kept a sharp eye out for my body. My phone rang again. I looked at it to be sure it wasn't Jen. It was Derek so I ignored it again. I was nearing the front office. I was beginning to worry that she had left or that something had happened to her. Though she wouldn't have any car keys. Derek called me yet again. Deciding that this wasn't going to stop until I spoke with him, I answered. "What?" I snapped at him. "Oh, there you are," he said with a sigh of relief. "I have been worried sick about you." "I am fine, I just ... have something I need to take care of," I replied, failing to think of something that would satisfy him. "Well, you are not going to believe what happened to me," he started, "This really creepy guy came up to me and started grabbing me. He was crying and somehow he knew my name." "What?" I interrupted. "Where is he now? I need to find her, er him." I began running toward the bathroom where I had left Derek. Cursing myself for leaving that area out of my search and for not telling Derek from the start what was going on. I could feel my breasts jiggling as I ran. Strange, but I didn't have time to think about that. "Why do you need to find him?" he asked as I ran. "I Just ... do," I said between breaths. The run was tiring me out much faster than it normally would have. "What the hell is going on? That was too weird, he was claiming to be you." "It is a long story ... I need to find ... that guy now!" I managed as I ran, "Where the hell ... is he?" "The rent a cops dragged him off," Derek replied. "What is so important about that guy." At this point I had arrived at the area where I had left Derek. Derek, upon seeing me, hung up the phone and ran toward me. I stopped to catch my breath. Even though I got tired much faster than I would have, Jen wasn't in bad shape, and the run wasn't really that far. I caught my breath fairly quickly. "There you are," he said as he gave me a big hug. I fought and pushed as hard as I could to break free from him. It was harder than I would have thought. He was so much stronger than me. He soon realised I was struggling to break free and released me. It was a stark reminder that I wasn't my usual strong self. "Damn it," I said as he released me from his grip. "Where is he? Is he around here?" "Look, what the hell is so important about that guy?" Derek asked me with frustration in his voice. "I have never seen him before, and he was really weird, not right in the head?" "Just tell me where he went," I commanded on the verge of tears. I was trying hard to control my frustrations and emotions. "Like I said, the park security guys dragged him off," Derek shrugged, "He was grabbing me and yelling and making a big scene." "I know, Which way?" I snapped, looking around. Derek pointed toward the front of the park. Somehow I must have just missed them. He had a very concerned look on his face. He was obviously trying to make sense of the whole thing. "OK," I said as I saw that he was pointing toward the front of the park where I had just come from. I ran toward the front, eager to find my body and straighten this all out. "Hey wait for me," Derek called out. I didn't wait for him, I just continued running. It didn't take him long to catch up. He was much faster than I was. I ran as fast as my new short little legs would carry me. I was nowhere near as fast as I used to be. I was also running out of breath again. We finally got to the front of the park where all the stores and various buildings were. I was panting heavily. I could feel my chest rising and falling. The difference in my body was quite apparent. I was weaker, slower, smaller, and had less endurance. I could feel my breasts as I heaved my chest in and out to catch my breath. The bra felt like it was constricting me, preventing me from catching my breath. It wasn't really, but I was so accustomed to being completely unencumbered, that any sort of restraint was noticeable. Or perhaps I just blamed it because it took longer to recover than I was used to. "They said the security office was to the right of the entrance as you face it from the inside," Derek said, catching his breath as well, though not nearly as out of breath as I was. "OK," I said between breaths as I walked slowly toward the entrance. Looking around I didn't see anything that looked like a security office. "Over here," Derek said as he walked around a corner between the front gate and a building. "They described it to me pretty well." "I need to see him," I said. "Stop," Derek said grabbing my arm firmly, but not painfully, "Who is this guy?" "It is a complicated story," I replied, anxious to find my body "This guy is a creep," Derek snapped, "He kissed me on the mouth, and he hit me when I pushed him away." "Really? Sorry about that," I said. I was genuinely sorry about what had happened. However, right now I was more concerned with straightening things out. "They explained to me how to find this place so that I could come and decide if we wanted to involve the cops and press charges for assault. The only reason I didn't go with them right away is because I was waiting for you," he said, "So tell me, who is this guy? What is going on, and how are you involved?" "I'll explain once we find him," I negotiated, figuring he'd find out anyway once we met up with Jen. "Just tell them not to call the police." He hesitated for a moment considering what I had said. Finally he said, "Fine, but this had better be good." We walked in the office. The room was fairly plain looking. It was just a few desks with a couch off to one side. Sitting on the couch, sobbing wildly, was Jen. It was embarrassing to see my normally masculine self crying so freely. As we walked in, Jen looked up. She gasped as she saw me. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she just stared at me, stunned and speechless. "Oh, Derek. Good timing, I see you met up with your girlfriend," a security officer said. "We just finished rescinding his season pass. Since you weren't here, we were about to escort him out of the park." "Damn, I paid good money for that pass," I thought as I listened to what was going on. "Oh," was all Derek managed to say. "Do you still want us to call the police? I saw the whole incident, I'll be happy to make a formal statement if you wish to levy assault charges against him." "Um, no," Derek said as he glared at me. "It was some sort of misunderstanding." "I am just not sure what that is," he added under his breath. "OK, if that is your decision," the man said, "we'll escort him out now." "We are actually all leaving," I said. Derek glared at me again. "Apparently we are all leaving," Derek repeated in exasperation. "All right then," the man shrugged. I walked up to Jen and took her by the hand. It was a little weird grabbing my own body's hand, but I wanted to keep her as calm as possible. She seemed kind of out of it and was fortunately speechless for the moment. "Jen," I whispered to her, hoping that I wasn't being to obvious. However, Derek heard me and shot me another glare. "Come with me and well get this all straightened out," I told her quietly. "Really?" She asked hopefully. Her, rather my, face lighting up as she did so. "Yes, Just come with me calmly. And you'll be back to normal soon." "OK," she said. The relief on her face was obvious. The three of us walked out of the park without saying a word. The security guard followed us to make sure that Jen actually left. We all made it outside without incident. We were now standing outside the front gate. "OK Jen, what the fuck is going on," Derek asked as he threw his arms into the air dramatically. He was clearly at the end of his patience. "Derek?" Jen said, still in my body, "Derek, I don't know." She reached out her arms to hug him. "Stop!" I said as I steeped between them. Derek had balled his fists up, ready to punch her. "Not you asshole," Derek said pointing to Jen in my body. "I was talking to my girlfriend." At this point Jen began sobbing again. "I just want to go back," she stammered. "Derek," I started, not really sure how to explain this. "I am not Jen." "Like hell," he snapped, "what is going on?" "Really, I am not Jen," I repeated. Then pointing to Jen I continued, "This is Jen." "Stop fucking around," Derek snapped at me, "I am getting tired of this weird shit." "Derek," Jen said with a hurt look in her eyes. "We swapped bodies," I continued, preempting Derek's inevitable harsh response to Jen. It worked because Derek turned his attention back to me. "That doesn't happen. It can't happen," he said. "It can," I asserted, "and it did." "Look, I am done. Just take me home," Derek snapped, practically yelling at me. I decided to prove it to him. A mother with a little girl walked by. The little girl must have been about eight years old. I focused on switching Derek's entire body with the little girl's silently praying that it would work. I immediately felt a surge run through my body as power began to flow to cause the change. "Holy fucking shit," the little girl yelled. Her mother was mortified at the sudden outburst. "Mommy?" the little girl squeaked in Derek's body. She was looking around frantically. "Tina, where did you learn to talk like that," the woman scolded Derek. That was enough. I hadn't really thought this through. I was traumatizing this poor little girl, Derek, and even her mother at the same time. Time to switch them back. I concentrated. I felt the power surge through me again. Soon enough it was over. The mother walked off as she continued to scold her little girl for her outburst. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "What the hell was that?" Derek said. He was clearly back normal. "It is possible," I asserted again. "You just swapped bodies with her," I said as I pointed to the little girl. "But ..." Derek trailed off as he took this in. "Um ... You said something about straightening this out?" Jen interrupted as she looked at me. "Right," I replied I focused on switching back with Jen. I felt nothing. Starting to panic a little bit, I tried again. Still nothing. It wasn't working. I couldn't switch back. I could switch Derek with that little girl and back without a problem. But I couldn't restore myself. My thoughts were racing. I really didn't know much about this strange power. Sometimes I could control it, sometimes it just acted on its own. "Shit!" I yelled. "It ... It didn't work," I stuttered. "What do you mean? Am I stuck like this?" Jen asked with a horrified expression. "I can't always control it," I admitted. "The last time I randomly switched with someone, we stayed that way for about eighteen hours." "But you did switch back?" Jen asked, a glimmer of hope returning. "Yes," I said, "a bit at a time." There definitely seemed to be a difference between the conscious control I could exert over this force and the things it did on its own. I thought about the experience on the bus this morning with that woman's ankle. I had no problem causing the change, and reversing it. Just now with Derek I could cause it and reverse it on a whim. When I accidentally switched Tom and Sandy the first time, I didn't consciously revert them. My subconscious did. I had the horrifying thought that I could have just as easily jumbled up the whole restaurant and not been able to figure it out. Sandy and I swapped with a subconscious action, but much more time passed before I consciously changed us back, and that was done piecemeal. "Hmm," I said outloud as I reviewed these experiences in my head. It seems that any change wrought consciously, I could control consciously. But any change wrought subconsciously, I could only control subconsciously, or perhaps either in small increments, or after a certain period of time elapsed. Of course, this was only a theory. I would have to experiment some. "So, now what do we do?" Derek asked, calming down a bit from his own brief ordeal. "Derek?" Jen said as she started to cry again. She moved in to hug him again. "Hey, don't," Derek said as he evaded Jen's hug. "I know you are Jen inside," Derek said to her, "but it is too weird for me to hug that guy's body." Jen was crying again. Not knowing what else to do, I put my hand on her shoulder. "For what it's worth, I am sorry you got involved in this," I said to her genuinely. She just sobbed for a minute while Derek looked on. He didn't seem to know what to say. "Perhaps we should go," he suggested. I noticed that we kept getting strange looks from all the people entering and exiting the park. "Where is the car?" I asked. "Follow me," Derek said, apparently glad to have something to do besides watch a grown man's body with Jen inside cry. *** A short while later we were all at a nearby Chili's having dinner. I had offered to buy it for everyone since I did feel responsible for this horrible evening, even if it wasn't a conscious decision. Everyone was on edge. Derek seemed to be lashing out quite a bit though only verbally. I got the distinct impression that he would never hurt Jen or her body. Jen was taking everything reasonably well considering. She wasn't freaking out anymore, but she also wasn't saying much either. I suspect she was just waiting patiently and hopefully for the point when we could switch back. I had been secretly experimenting with my power. I had been switching toes, fingers, or other innocuous body parts between us. I noticed that I couldn't swap any parts between Jen and myself yet. All of the swaps had to involve Derek. They didn't even seem to notice for the most part that they were occurring. On one occasion Derek got up and walked around saying that his foot had fallen asleep but that was about it. "So," Derek interrupted the silence that had prevailed for most of the meal, "tell me about this power of yours." "Well, I don't know much about it," I answered tentatively. This wasn't a subject I wished to bring up. "I only got it yesterday. This is the second time I randomly swapped with someone." "Just yesterday?" Derek asked. "Yes." "So, how come you could switch me with that little girl and then right back, but you can't switch yourself and Jen back?" he asked in an almost accusatory way. "Sometimes this power just does things on its own," I answered, giving them the theories that I had come up with. "When I switched you and that girl, I willed it to happen and it did. I was able to will the reverse as well." "In our case, the power switched us on its own, the rules seem to be different when that happens," I continued. "I am not sure just what those are or if they are even consistent," I admitted, wondering if I was being too honest. "So, sometimes this power just does stuff?" Derek asked again. "Yeah," I answered. "Does it ever affect other people randomly? I mean two other people besides yourself." "Once." "What happened then?" Jen asked, joining in the conversation. "Two coworkers of mine switched from the neck down." I didn't particularly like this conversation much, but at least they seemed curios rather than upset about the current situation. "So, eighteen hours?" Jen asked braining the focus back to our predicament. "More or less," I answered. I left off the part about being able to switch back incrementally before that. A fact that was beginning to worry me considerably. With Sandy, I had been able to switch parts back by now. The only reason it lasted as long as it did was because I delayed things. Was I doing that now? Did I subconsciously want to stay in Jen's body? "What's it like?" Derek asked me tentatively. I couldn't believe he had just asked me that. I couldn't even begin to think of a way to answer that. "What?" I said with annoyance avoiding the question. "You know, being a girl," He asked. "You have been a girl," I reminded him. "Yeah, but that was really quick, and she was really young," he said. "Do you really want to know?" I asked with a wicked grin on my face. "That could be arranged." "No!" he replied. "Then don't ask unless you really want to know," I said. "Though that does give me an idea. I can't switch back with my real body yet, but I wonder if I could get around that through you." "What? hell no, leave me out of this crazy power of yours," he answered. "Please," Jen said to him. She tried giving him a pout but it didn't look right at all on my face. "Too bad," I said as I began concentrating on the switch. "It is happening weather you want to or not." I felt the power flowing through me and the now familiar process of my sense dulling, and coming back in another body. I was now Derek, and he was in Jen's body. "It worked," I said as I nudged Derek in Jen's body "Wha?" Derek started. "Change me back!" he nearly yelled. Several people looked at us with disgust. "Calm down, this was a conscious effort on my part so reversing it should be just like earlier," I said to him. Of course I wasn't one hundred percent sure, but so far all the toes and so forth had been switched back. Fortunately he did calm down. He began instead to grope his new breasts and generally feel Jen's body. The looks people were giving us were growing worse. "OK," I announced, "I am now going to try to bring Jen back into her own body." I concentrated, hoping that this would circumvent whatever arbitrary lockout had been placed on this particular swap. No such luck. "OK, that didn't work. I am going to try to return to my own body." I concentrated again. Still nothing. Whatever this lockout was, it seemed intent on keeping me out of my body, and Jen out of hers. Derek was still groping Jen's body, not caring that he could probably be charged for lewd behavior right now. "Stop feeling my body," Jen said to him. "I have felt it all before," he said as he winked at her. He did stop however. "OK, that didn't work," Derek said to me. "The fun is over, I'd like my body back at least." Jen grimaced at him when he said this. As if to say that he should be miserable with her. I obliged Derek's request. Though it was more familiar to be a man again, I still wasn't me. Jen's body was actually more interesting. If I couldn't be me, I'd at least rather be somewhere interesting. I wondered again if subconsciously I was the one locking this out. Soon enough, I was back in Jen's body and Derek was in his own. "Now what?" Jen asked almost in despair. "That was just an experiment," I said matter of factly. "Just as before, we wait until we can switch back." "Will we be able to?" Jen asked clearly beginning to doubt it. "Yes, I am sure of it," I lied. "Don't worry about it until the eighteen hours have passed." Frankly, I suspected that we would eventually get back. I was more curious about what, if anything, was interfering. "Eighteen hours!" Jen whined. "That is so long. I'll have to be home before then or my dad will kill me." "Well, if it comes to that, I guess I'll have to go to your house." I hadn't really thought about that. Of the three of us, I was the only one who didn't have a family waiting for me at home. I could come and go as I pleased and nobody would say a word, or even know. Jen on the other hand had people waiting for her return. People who would not only expect her there but who would notice if anything was off. "In fact, I am due home in an hour," she added with panic in her voice. "Shit!" I said, worried about this all of a sudden. "Is there anything I should know?" She gave me the rundown. Her mother's name was Mary, her father's was William. Of course, I would have to call them mom and dad respectively. She had one younger sister named Grace, but she called her Gracie. She gave me several other details as well. How to find her house, how to find her room, where to park the car, and any other details that she could think of. "We'd actually better get going if we are going to make Jen's curfew," I said after I had been briefed. We paid the bill and piled into Jen's car. Since I was legally Jen, I drove the car. Derek insisted that his family wouldn't actually miss him if he didn't go home. I dropped them both off at my apartment. "Don't drink all my beers," I said, immediately regretting that I'd just told them that there were beers in the fridge to begin with. "I'll be back in the morning." "This will be interesting," I said as I drove to Jen's house. She had a GPS in her car so finding the house was easy. It was in a very nice neighborhood. I looked at her house. It was huge. Of course, I already knew that from the details that she had given me, but I didn't expect it to be this nice. It wasn't a mansion, but her parents were definitely not hurting.. There was a big half circle driveway that led right up to the front entrance. On the left side of the house was a four car garage. I was supposed to park on the far left. I pressed the button on the opener and waited for the door to open. I pulled the car in and turned the car off. I also hit the button to close the garage door. I made my way to the door that lead into the house. I took a moment to gather some courage. This was by far one of the scariest things I ever had to do in my life. I had to pretend to be someone else, and fool their parents. "Ready as I'll ever be," I said trying to convince myself. I opened the door leading into the house and walked in. I remembered to find the board where all the keys were hung just inside the door leading to the house. I hung Jen's car keys on a hook and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen was massive. It was almost as large as my entire apartment. It had a counter wrapping around the walls with a large island in the middle. Both the wrap around counter, and the island each had a sink and a range. I looked around tentatively. Jen had said that it would be likely that one or more of my temporary parents would be in the kitchen, or the main living room attached to it. Fortunately nobody was here. I was terrified that her family would come and throw me out of the house as an impostor. Walking around as Jen wasn't terrifying in and of itself, but I was in her home with her family now. I focused instead on finding Jen's room. I made my way through the house following Jen's instructions. I only got confused once before I found myself outside of the door that I hoped was in fact Jen's room. I cautiously opened it fearing that it would turn out to be the master bedroom. It looked like a teenage girl's room. I flipped on the light. The walls were covered with posters of teenage heartthrobs that I was proud to be able to say that I couldn't name. If the posters left any doubt that this was in fact Jen's room, then Jen's name was conveniently stenciled into the wall in pink letters above her bed. I was surprised at how comfortable I felt here. I was terrified in this house. In fact, being Jen was in general a little uncomfortable. Not because of the strange body, but because I didn't really have a sense of identity. I also felt kind of weak and vulnerable. Here in the house, I didn't know how to act, or who I was supposed to know. This little room was like a sanctuary of sorts. At lest that is how it felt. As promised, I texted Jen to let her know I was at her house and found her room. We had decided to keep the phones that went with our bodies rather than our own. This was mainly to allay any suspicion that Jen's parents might have at seeing her with a new phone. I closed the door and began exploring a little. I felt a little bit like an invited intruder as I poked through her things. I came to her closet and opened it up. It was large. It wasn't quite a walk in closet, but it was very deep and had 2 rows of clothes hanging there. She had all kinds of things from formal dresses to casual jeans and everything in between. This girl definitely liked to shop. I suspected it was a habit that was supported by her obviously well off parents. The floor of the closet was covered with dozens of pairs of shoes. Next to closet was a dresser. With a surge of guilt, I began going through some of the drawers. She had all kinds of panties, and bras. Everything from sexy lacy ones to plain white. On top of her dresser was a box of jewelry. She had some nice things. Probably expensive too. Next to the closet was a door that led into a private bathroom. It wasn't technically private since it was connected to another bedroom on the other side. However, I knew from talking to Jen that it was an unoccupied guest room, so it was effectively mine for the evening. Just then there was a knock on the door. "Shit!" I cursed under my breath. Of course this was inevitable, best to get it over with. "Come in," I said with as much confidence as I could, trying hard to mask the nerviousness in my voice. A woman who had to be Mary poked her head in the room. "Oh, you are home," she began, "I thought I heard you come in." "Hi mom," I said, hoping that it was the right thing to say, and that this woman was in fact even Jen's mom. She didn't detect anything wrong with my statement, or at least give any indication that she did. "How was the park?" she asked calmly. "It was good ... I went on a crazy ride or two," I said smiling a little at the inside joke. I actually suspected that Jen wasn't really into that sort of thing and was quite reluctant when it came to theme park rides. "Glad to hear it," she said. "We have some dinner left if you want some." "That's OK, Derek took me to Chili's on the way home." "OK then. Glad you made it home safe," she said as she closed the door. I was glad that she was gone. I had feared that it would be hard convincing her family that I was really their daughter. Fortunately, they seemed inclined to leave me alone for the most part. I looked around her room trying to decide what to do. I was stuck here until morning. Jen had a computer in her room. I was struck with a feeling of immense stupidity. How could I have not thought to see if I could find some information about this thing online? The fear that I couldn't switch back was nagging at me. I thought I would probably be able to switch back eventually since I already had with Sandy, but the fact that I couldn't will the change like I had before was unsettling. I turned on the computer. Fortunately there was no password or anything. I searched around trying every search phrase that I could think of. I couldn't really find much that seemed relevant. Most of what I found was fiction or treated switching bodies as hypothetical. I couldn't find anything that professed to be real and seemed to be related to what was going on. There was no mention of a cloud entity bestowing swapping powers anywhere. I was really hoping for a way to switch back and control this better. I wasn't finding anything useful. After an hour of fruitless searching, I finally gave up in frustration. "I guess I have to figure this out on my own," I muttered as I shut the computer off. "Now what to do?" I looked around Jen's room for something to do. She didn't have a TV. I didn't want to use the computer anymore. I certainly didn't want to go downstairs and be with her family. I looked at her closet full of clothes. I started rummaging around looking at all the things she had. I found a little black dress that I thought would show off Jen's tight little body nicely. I shrugged, not having anything better to do. I locked the bedroom door and put it on. *** I had become quite carried away. I had been trying on all of Jen's outfits for about an hour now. I was careful to put each one back as I had found it. I didn't want to answer any questions later. A little macho voice in the back of my head was screaming at me to stop. After all, I was a guy and I liked sexy clothes on girls, not myself. However, right now there was no denying that I was an extremely attractive girl. I took a look at myself in the mirror and admired my handiwork. I was currently wearing a short denim miniskirt, some leather boots, and a top that I had tied under my breasts to show off both my stomach, and my breasts at the same time. The only thing lacking was some makeup, but I didn't dare try that. I wouldn't even know how to start applying makeup. I struck the best sexy pose that I could. Which wasn't particularly good since I hadn't exactly practiced being sexy ever before. It was still a thrill to see an attractive, albeit young, girl flirting with me through the mirror. I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them as I watched myself in the mirror. I was now quite wet between my legs. I remembered the fun I had had as Sandy. Up until now I hadn't quite felt comfortable going beyond a show in front of the mirror with Jen's body. I felt a little guilty since she was so young and I didn't have her express permission like I did with Sandy. I began justifying it to myself. I told myself that I had tried to switch back, I really had. If I could consciously control this, I would be back at my apartment right now. Hell, I'd probably even be doing the same thing right now, only with a magazine instead of the real thing right in front of me. Besides, my arousal had already reached a point of no return. I had to have some release. After I had sufficiently rationalized what I was about to do, I began disrobing. I took off the shirt that I had been wearing. I hadn't bothered to put a bra on for my little fashion show since it would have slowed things down. I was now looking at myself topless. Jen's breast were nice and perky. They weren't large but they weren't tiny either. I rubbed them while I watched in the mirror. The sensation was amazing. My nipples stuck out with arousal. It was strange to see the hot girl in the mirror mimicking my moves as she began playing with herself, but strangely erotic as well. I could feel everything this sexy creature I saw in the mirror could. At that point I tore off my skirt. I hadn't bothered to put any panties on. I threw the skirt unceremoniously onto the floor. I was now wearing just a pear of knee high leather boots. I danced and teased myself as I watched in the mirror. I kept fondling my breasts but moved downward as well. I found the clit and began massaging. The pressure began to build up just as it did with Sandy, and just as I had felt a million times before. It was a slower build up than it was as my old male self but similar to how I felt as Sandy. After a while I got to the point where I felt like I was going to burst, and then I did. It was all I could do to stop from screaming out in pleasure. That would have been embarrassing. Feeling satisfied, I savored the pleasure for a short while. Soon, I decided to get cleaned up for bed. I worried all of a sudden that I had gotten her juices all over the skirt I was wearing when I started. Fortunately that didn't seem to be the case. There wasn't even too much to clean up. I felt a little wet and sticky, but there wasn't a noticeable amount of real mess anywhere. I opened the window to let the musky smell clear out of the room a little bit. I wiped myself up and put all the clothes away until I was satisfied that there wasn't a trace of my little adventure on any of her things. When I was all done cleaning up and putting Jen's stuff away, I collapsed on the bed still feeling good. *** I woke up to the sound of an alarm. I had set the alarm a bit early since I was eager to meet back up with Jen and Derek. I was also worried that I would need the extra time to get ready for the day. I debated for a while as to whether I should shower or not. I didn't want Jen to call me a perv if I did, but I needed too. Especially with all the things that I did last night, things that would probably justify her calling me that. In the end, I decided to run a bath, and not get my hair wet. I didn't want to deal with all of that hair, but I did want to clean up downstairs. I felt a little sticky and crusty. I didn't want to leave Jen any evidence of my explorations. I filled up the tub and hopped in. I began washing up with soap all over her body. Looking down at myself, and her sexy curves, I began to get aroused again. But I didn't have time for that. I was going to miss this body. I dried off and got dressed. I picked a pair of jeans and a simple tee shirt out of her closet and put them on. I looked around again making sure that I hadn't disturbed anything. It was now nearly time to leave the sanctuary of the bedroom. I was quite fortunate that I didn't have to deal with the family last night. I pulled out Jen's phone and called Jen and Derek. "Oh good," I heard my own voice greet me on the other end, "get over here now, I want to switch back." "What should I tell your parents?" I asked, hoping that she didn't have anything she would be expected to do. "Well, my Dad should be at work already," Jen replied, "As for my Mom, I don't think she'll have any objections if you leave. Just tell her you are going to meet up with Derek for breakfast." "OK," I said, "I'll be there soon. Bye". I hung up the phone and went over to the door. I was nervous. I realized that up until now, I hadn't really had to deal with her family much. Mary briefly poked her head in to see that I had come home, but that was it. I gathered trepidation and opened the door. I peered out of the hallway, terrified that her family would all be waiting outside, ready to call me out as an impostor. The coast was clear. I desperately hoped that I could make it to her car without being stopped. I made my way down to the kitchen. I was almost there. I went toward the door leading to the garage. "Oh hey Jen. You're up. You didn't go for your morning run today?" I turned around to see that Mary had just come into the kitchen from the next room. "Um ... I had a slow start this morning," I said, trying to think of something to say. "Where are you going? You look like you didn't even shower this morning. No makeup?" she began questioning. "Uh ... like I said ... I got off to a slow start this morning," I stammered, desperately trying to think of a way out of this. It wasn't working, my mind froze up. "Well, where are you going?" she asked. "I promised Derek we'd have breakfast together," I replied trying to think of something that would satisfy her. "Looking like that?" she asked, not in an accusatory motherly way. It was more of a puzzled question. "Um ... yeah ... I am running late," I said. She shot me a glare, not a mean one at all. She was clearly confused by this behavior. I wasn't impersonating Jen very well at all. "Are you OK?" She finally asked, "You didn't come out of your room all evening last night, and now this? Is there something going on?" "No, I just didn't feel well last night. I got some serious motion sickness so I went to bed early. Now I am running late to meet up with Derek. That's all," I said grasping for any explanation I could think of. She looked like she wasn't buying it at all. She paused for a few moments. "OK, if you say so. I really think you'd feel better if you took a few moments to clean up first. Especially if you are going to see Derek. It is still pretty early," She finally said as she gave me another appraising look. "I'll be fine," I said slowly backing away. "Unfortunately he has to be somewhere right after breakfast, so if I don't go now I'll miss it altogether." "OK honey," she said as she shrugged. She turned away and went back to whatever it was that she was doing. That didn't go so well, of course it could have gone far worse. It would appear that Jen's parents were quite trusting of her. That certainly worked in my favor. I hurried to Jen's car and pulled out before there were any more surprise encounters. A short while later I was back at my apartment. I knocked on the door. "Oh good, yo