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