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Mommy Sarah?
Part 1
Preface:
This is the first of a series of stories based on a universe I call 'The
Paradox.' The souls of the dead who have suffered an untimely end are
returned to Earth, but not to the lives they had before.
My name used to be Taylor Johnson. This is the story of how my life was
changed forever, and how my dream came true.
It started out as any other day would: I woke up early at 5:00a.m. to
get ready for school. I always woke up a bit early. I had two older
sisters who would hog the bathroom, and unless I beat them to it, I would
never get a shower in the morning that wasn't cold. I got out of bed,
pulled the covers up and grabbed my clothes for the day and my towel,
conveniently folded on my dresser from the night before. I went into the
bathroom and placed my items on the counter, then turned around and
locked the door.
I spent a few minutes looking in the mirror. I hated seeing my
reflection. I was an aspiring male to female transsexual. I told my
parents how I felt a few months ago, but they didn't take it very well.
They told me it was just a phase. I was 17 years old, and I had felt
this way all my life; they just didn't believe me. I hated my male body.
I was six feet tall and pretty skinny for a boy my height and age. I had
brown eyes, just like everyone else in my family. I had a pretty high-
pitched voice for a boy; one of the few things I did like about myself.
I had long brown hair down to the middle of my back. My hair was my
favorite part of my body; even my older sisters were jealous of how
pretty my hair was.
I let out a big sigh, then went over and turned on the water for my
shower. I undressed quickly and hopped in the shower. I stood under the
hot sprinkling water, enjoying the change of pace of getting hot water
instead of cold. I washed my hair twice like I always did, then
conditioned it. I quickly washed my body, then turned off the water,
toweled myself dry and got dressed. I slid on a pair of black boxers,
put on a pair of black skinny jeans, and pulled a gray tank top over my
head. I switched on the hair dryer and dried my hair for ten minutes.
When I was done, I went to my room, got my backpack and cell from my
nightstand, and went downstairs to say "hi" to Mom and Dad before heading
out the front door.
It was a spectacular spring day in my small town in Pennsylvania. I
figured I would walk to school today; I usually took the bus, but it was
just such a nice day that I couldn't pass up the opportunity of taking a
walk. I had just started down the sidewalk when my cell phone announced
an incoming text message with a loud "ding." Pulling it from my pocket,
I saw a message from my best friend, Alex, announcing that he wouldn't
be coming to school that day; he was sick and needed me to pick up his
assignments for him.
I started typing out my response to him, not paying attention to where I
was walking. I walked right out into the street as a white pickup truck
came speeding down the curve in the road at about 65 miles per hour. The
driver was not paying attention to the road; as I glanced up at the sound
of the pickup's engine, I saw him looking at the radio tuner or something
on his dashboard. When he finally looked up he was about ten feet away
from me. I made eye contact with him as he slammed on the brakes, but we
both knew he was not going to be able to stop in time. At that moment
everything went black.
I woke up in a huge white room. Everything was so white and clean! It
was literally spotless. All I saw was whiteness as far as the eye could
see; nothing else was there. I started to get up off the ground and
noticed I was naked. I wondered, "How did I get naked? Where am I?
What is this place? Am I dead?" I had so many questions, but no
answers. Terrified, I called out, "Is anyone there?" over and over
again, but nobody answered.
All of a sudden I heard a disembodied voice say, "Taylor David Johnson."
"Hello?" I replied. I didn't see anyone else in the room with me, but
just then, in the blink of an eye, five robed figures appeared in front
of me. They were much taller than me; I had to look up at them. They
must have been ten feet tall. They wore white robes, and I saw a pair of
huge wings coming out of each figure's back.
"Are you angels?" I asked.
"We are the Gatekeepers," answering in unison. "We are in charge of
sending the souls of the dead to the gates of Heaven, or to the gates of
Hell, and this place we stand in is The Paradox. You, Taylor David
Johnson, were hit by a car and killed today, on the day of March 6, year
2012."
"I was killed? You mean that guy in the white pickup hit me? I can't be
dead! This can't be happening!"
The Gatekeepers responded. "Yes, it was a truly unfortunate event. You
were killed upon impact."
"Can you bring me back to life?" I asked them, hoping against hope they
would say "yes," that this would be like one of those movies with a happy
ending.
"We cannot bring you back to life; your body was destroyed, mangled
beyond our ability to heal it. We have no means to return your soul to
it, but you are lucky, Taylor David Johnson: Today was not your
appointed time to die. Because it was not your time, we can send you
back to Earth."
"But how can you do that if my body was destroyed?" I tried to walk
closer to the Gatekeepers, but I was frozen in my tracks. I tried to
speak but couldn't open my mouth.
"Souls come and go through The Paradox constantly," they explained.
"Some are ready to pass over, some are not. Your soul is not ready to
pass over to the other side quite yet; it is not your time. We shall
place your soul into a human body that has recently become available, and
you will be reborn."
I started to panic. I thought, "What kind of body are they going to put
me in?" I wanted to be me, not someone else! I still couldn't move. I
was terrified. Suddenly a weird tingling sensation rippled through my
body from head to toes.
The Gatekeepers spoke once more in unison: "We are changing your soul,
causing it to bond with your new body. This will be permanent. Once
your soul is finished changing, we will return you to Earth. You will no
longer be Taylor David Johnson: You will be Sarah Ann Smith, a 32-year-
old woman that, minutes ago, died in a freak accident. Her soul has
moved on, and we have healed her body. It is available, and you will
accept it."
I nervously tried to move my head and look around, perhaps to see what
they were talking about; perhaps to find a way out of this insanity. I
was still paralyzed. My soul would be changed? They were going to make
me a woman, and so much older?
I was then finally able to speak. I asked them, "Is there any other body
you can put me in?" I gasped after I heard my voice. It was distinctly
female. It also had a bit of a Southern accent.
"Be grateful that you are getting this second chance, Taylor David
Johnson. Goodbye." Everything went black again.
When I came to, I was in a room I had never seen before and was lying on
a bed. I quickly sat up, feeling a jiggle on my chest. I looked down
and saw a pair of breasts hanging from my chest inside a big baggy tee
shirt. I stared at my hands and the rest of my body. It was not my
body! It was also clearly female.
My heart started racing; it felt like it was going to beat right out of
my chest. I looked around the room and saw a big dresser with a mirror
on it on to my right. I looked over at it and saw a red-headed woman
sitting on a bed looking back at me. I gasped. Was that me? I quickly
stood up and felt really weird and dizzy. The back of my head also hurt a
lot.
I slowly walked over to the dresser and looked in the mirror. This red-
headed woman I saw in the mirror was me! I couldn't believe it. I was
about five-foot-five; much shorter than I used to be. I had long red
hair with a bit of a curl, and it was clearly natural. I had green eyes
now. I put my hands to my face and felt it. "Oh my stars! This is
real!" I said aloud. I gasped when I heard my voice. It sounded like
the female voice I had when I was in The Paradox, complete with a
distinct Southern accent. I couldn't quite place where the accent was
from exactly, but clearly originated somewhere "down south." I had an
odd thought: I had never used the phrase "Oh my stars" before! I only
remembered Samantha using that phrase on the old Bewitched television
series.
I then looked down at my breasts. I had a pretty decently-sized pair
hanging from my chest. Never having had this kind of access to genuine
boobs before, I was fascinated. My only exposure prior to this bizarre
experience was through movies or online material. My hands wandered down
from my face to my chest. Just as I was about to grab them, the door to
the bedroom opened and I quickly moved my hands away.
A tall man with brown hair and a goatee came into the room and walked
over to me. "Sarah, Babe, you okay?" he said. "How does your head
feel?" He came over to me and gave me a hug. "You took such a nasty
fall outside! You told me you were okay, and you wanted to lie down;
then you passed out a minute ago. I was going to call 911." I now saw
the phone in his hand.
I was so confused! Who was this man? I'm Sarah? "Who are you?" I said
aloud.
He pulled away from me with a confused look on his face. "Sarah, it's
me. Allen. Your husband! Sarah, don't you know who I am?"
"Not really."
All of a sudden I had a huge surge of memories in my head, and I
collapsed. This man, Allen, was Sarah's husband. They were best friends
when they were teenagers. They started dating when they were 16 and got
married at the age of 22. I remembered "my" wedding! They also had two
kids together. I also remembered giving birth -- twice! Allen caught me
when I collapsed and carried me over to the bed and sat me down. "Sarah,
I'm going to call 911," he said as he started to walk away.
"No, Allen, I'm fine. My head just hurts. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure, Sarah? You have me so worried."
"I'm fine, Hon. I'm just going to lie here for a bit and rest."
"Okay, Babe. I'm going to call your mother and ask her to pick up the
kids from school so I can be here with you."
"It's fine, Sweetie," I said. "You can go pick the kids up. I'll be
okay."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes, it's okay. If I need you I will call your cell."
"Okay, Babe. Please, just rest. If you need me, call me!" He leaned in
and kissed me on the lips. I blushed a bit. He noticed the blush on my
new pale and delicate face and smiled. "I love you, Sarah. I'll be back
soon."
Allen left the room and went off to pick up "our kids" from school. I
was so overwhelmed. I had so many questions, but no answers. "Where did
all of these memories come from? How do I know these things now? Is
this weird flood of the old Sarah's memories going to happen again? "
I let out another big sigh and looked down at my body. If what the
Gatekeepers said is true, this is my body now, for the rest of my life.
I'm now this woman named Sarah, and I'm a wife and a mother. I then had
another flashback. I remembered more about my two children: A nine-
year-old son named Jacob, and a six-year-old daughter named Megan. I was
breathing heavily now. I thought, "How many more of these memories am I
going to have? "
I sat up on the bed, put my head in my hands and started crying. "Will I
never see my mom, dad or sisters again? Or my friends? I'm also 16
years older now; I've lost 16 years of my life, but I'm still alive. I
have that to be grateful for. I have a new family now, a new life, new
body, new everything. This is a new chapter in my life, and I should be
thankful for it."
I wiped the tears from my eyes, stood up, and looked around the room
again. I saw three doors: One was the door Allen came in from. "This
must be the door to the rest of the house. What about these other two?"
I walked towards one of the doors slowly. My balance was off and I was
very dizzy; my head hurt so badly. I opened the door and hit the light
switch in the adjacent room. This was a master bath. Wow. It was so
big and so much better than the bathroom in my old house. I walked in
and looked around, taking it all in.
I thought, "I should probably look around the rest of the house too." I
went from room to room looking around. There were four bedrooms in toto:
The master bedroom, a guest room, and the kids' two bedrooms. There were
two bathrooms: The master bath and another bath. This was all upstairs.
Downstairs, there was a big living room, kitchen, and dining room, all
with an open floor plan.
"Wow, this house is so big!" I said, standing in the living room. "Now
it's my house. I wonder where we are, though?" I walked over to the big
window in the living room and looked outside. That didn't show me much
about where I was. I walked over to the kitchen. On the center island
there I saw a newspaper. It was a Kentucky newspaper. "So I must live
in Kentucky now. I'm so far away from home. This is so unreal!" I
found myself saying the same things over and over again. Now that I had
seen the whole house, I figured I would go back upstairs to the bedroom.
Once I got back up to the room, I closed the door and looked down at
myself, then went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.
I walked over to the mirror and looked in it. I kept looking down at my
boobs. I was so scared to pull my shirt off and look at them, touch
them, everything; but I thought, "They are my boobs. Why should I be so
scared?" I closed my eyes, pulled the baggy tee shirt over my head, and
threw it to the floor. I opened my eyes again.
I was wearing a white bra. I reached behind and tried to get the clasp
undone; after two tries it opened. I pulled my bra off and threw it to
the floor. I looked in the mirror at my breasts: They were a 32C
according to the bra's tag. My nipples were pretty big and a light pink
color. I cupped my breasts in my small, well-manicured hands and gave
them a squeeze. I blushed bright red. "This is what boobs feel like!
They feel so good!" I poked my nipples; they became hard, and I blushed
again.
I spent a few minutes just looking at my boobs, poking and fondling them
for a good while; then I figured I might as well see every part of my
body now. I pulled down the pyjama bottom I was wearing and looked at my
panties: They were also white like my bra. I pulled them down and
looked at my vagina: I had red pubic hair! "Who would have thought?" I
said with a laugh. I was afraid to touch my vagina; I honestly didn't
know what to really do with it, so I just stood there looking at my naked
body, taking everything in. This was my body now and I was going to have
it for the rest of my life; I'd better get used to it.
After my exploration I felt like I had to pee, so I went over to the
toilet, sat down and released. One more thing to mark off my list of
firsts. After I finished with the bathroom I picked up my pile of
clothes from the floor and put them back on. I had some trouble with the
bra clasp at first, but I got the hang of it.
After I got dressed I went back into the bedroom and looked at the clock
on the nightstand. It was about 5:00p.m. Allen should be back soon. My
stomach started to rumble. "Ugh, I'm really hungry. Maybe I should go
get something to eat." I left the bedroom and went downstairs to the
kitchen. I opened the fridge and started looking for something to eat.
As I was looking, I heard a car pull into the driveway.
I closed the fridge and went over to the front window to look out into
the driveway. I saw two kids running up to the door, with Allen walking
behind them. "Those must be my kids." The door opened, and the two
children ran inside. They looked at me, ran up and started hugging me.
The boy, Jacob, spoke first. "Mommy, Daddy told us you hit your head.
Are you okay?"
I looked down at the little boy and said, "Mommy's fine, Jakey." I
wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug.
I knelt in front of little Megan. "How are you, Sweet Girl?"
"I'm fine, Mommy," Megan said as she hugged me. I gave her a big hug
back.
Allen came inside next with a box of pizza. "I got dinner for us. I
figured it would be easier then cooking after the day we've had."
"That sounds good. I'm freakin' starving," I told him truthfully. He
laughed, strode over and planted another kiss on my cheek.
"That's my Sarah," he said. He walked over to the dining room table and
placed the pizza on the middle of the table. The kids followed him and
the pizza.
"I'll get plates," I said. I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed some
plates from the cupboard, then arranged them on the table and sat down.
Dinner went by pretty fast. Allen talked about his job most of the time;
he is a lawyer. The kids just ate their pizza. They were so adorable!
After dinner Allen went upstairs, drew baths for the children and put
them to bed. I told him I would do it, but he just wanted me to rest. I
guess he was afraid that I would end up getting hurt, or that something
was wrong with me since the fall. I didn't complain; I spent the rest of
the night just relaxing and watching television with Allen. He snuggled
with me most of the night while we watched the images flit by on the
screen, but neither of us was too interested in them. It was the first
time anyone had ever done that with me. It felt great to be held and
loved like that.
After a while, I started getting tired, so I went upstairs and went to
bed. Shortly after that, Allen came to bed, slipped under the covers,
and put his arm around me. He told me he loved me! He held me the rest
of the night until I fell asleep. Right before I fell asleep, I thought
to myself: "This life is not that bad. I think I'm going to like it!"
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