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The Knights of ... Oof
By Quicksilver
I sighed as I looked over the sea of sharply dressed people before me.
They were all listening intently, or at least putting on a good show of
it. The preacher seemed to drone on and on about something or other. I
wasn't really listening; instead I was counting down the time until
church ended.
If it weren't for my girlfriend, I definitely wouldn't be here. She
seemed to think that this was important and I would rather sit here for
an hour than have a fight. She didn't want us to stop coming and get out
of the habit in case we ever decided to have children.
Things were pretty serious between us but there had been no talk of
marriage yet. She would always allude to the possibility of future
children together. That always made me uncomfortable, but she never
really pressed any changes to our relationship beyond our current co-
habitation.
This church was so large that it had a balcony that overlooked the lower
level. We were on the front row of the balcony so I had a bird's eye
view of the people below. I passed the time looking down at them and
watching.
I started watching an attractive woman try to keep the two young children
that she had with her quiet. She was here alone and I couldn't help but
wonder if she had a husband who managed to avoid coming.
"Lucky bastard," I muttered under my breath to the hypothetical man.
I looked over at my girlfriend and smiled. She smiled back warmly and
continued listening to the preacher. Oh well, only about twenty more
minutes and then I was free.
All of a sudden a man who was sitting right up front near the podium
jumped up. He scrambled onto the stage and tackled the preacher before
anyone could stop him. He unclipped the microphone from the preacher and
began speaking hurriedly.
"All ye who worship false gods will be punished," he managed to say
before several large men tackled him to the ground. Since this church
was so large, there was a light security detail up front. They'd caught
up to him pretty quickly. The man had clipped the microphone to himself
so we could hear the groans and noise as they wrestled him to the ground.
Even underneath several people I saw him raise his arm up. It looked
like he had something in his hand. I couldn't really make out what it
was but I had a sinking feeling that it wasn't good.
"Suffer the wrath of the knights of ... oof" he started but couldn't finish
since he was just elbowed in the stomach. We heard everything over the
microphone that he had managed to hang on to.
One of the security guards was desperately trying to wrest the object
from his hand. The guard was too late however. I saw his finger press
down on some sort of button. I thought for sure he had a bomb and many,
if not all of us would die today. I barely had time to register what was
happening and have these few panicked thoughts before I felt it.
I felt my very being ripped from me. In one instant I was torn violently
from my senses of sight, hearing, and touch. It was unsettling to say
the least. I thought that this must be what a quick death feels like.
My body was simply not there. There was no pain, only disturbing absence
of sensation of any kind. At least I still existed. I had always
believed in an afterlife, even if I didn't want to spend my time at
church.
There was no light, there were no loved ones. This wasn't at all what I
expected death to feel like. I wondered if I was merely in a
transitional state before I entered the afterlife. I also had the
horrified thought that I was unconscious and would soon die. While I was
sure I was dead, or soon would be, I hung onto the hope of something
better awaiting me.
Senses that were familiar slowly trickled in. At first I was blinded by
light. The abrupt change from darkness to a trickle of light blinded me
completely. I remember thinking to myself that this must be the light
that everyone talked about. It was so bright that I couldn't see
anything at all.
Soon thereafter, other sensations began trickling in. I became vaguely
aware of my body again. I could sense two arms and two legs. I could
sense that I had a head, and a torso connecting everything.
I tried to wiggle my fingers but I felt like my hand was buried in dirt.
I could move it, but only with great effort. The light began to be less
bright and overwhelming. I could make out shapes moving around. They
were people it seemed. My head was spinning trying to make sense of all
the new information that was suddenly thrust upon me.
As my senses slowly sharpened, I could detect an air of panic about me.
The man next to me was screaming like he was in excruciating pain. My
head was still quite foggy but I suddenly wondered if I was thrust into
hell or something.
I still couldn't really see or hear any real details yet. I looked down
and saw that I seemed to be wearing black from the waist down. My torso
seemed to be covered in white. I supposed that made some sort of sense
since I was wearing a white dress shirt with black slacks that day.
I wondered if I was actually still alive and just injured. I was no
longer sure if I was alive or dead or what was happening. The confusion
was tangible.
I became aware of my breathing and my body. It didn't feel quite right.
It felt more delicate somehow. I suppose that was to be expected. I was
either dead or badly injured. Who knows what being dead is supposed to
feel like. For all I knew I didn't have a body and my soul, or whatever
you call it, was just trying to make sense of things and giving me
sensations that would be familiar.
I focused on my legs while I waited for my vision to sharpen more fully.
I moved them a little bit. I could start to feel them now. They felt
like legs, but not like I was used to. I felt like I was wearing
something around my legs that was tight, tight enough that it was
touching my skin everywhere.
My eyes slowly focused. I stared at my legs trying to make out every
detail. I wasn't wearing slacks. As they focused it looked like I was
wearing black nylon stockings for some reason. I could feel my stomach
lurch and I fumbled around in confusion.
Adding to my confusion and discomfort, I seemed to also be wearing a
black skirt. It was short too. It sat at about mid-thigh. It was then
that I got a glimpse of what appeared to be cleavage on my chest. If my
stomach was dancing before, it was going crazy now.
I looked around frantically to see what was going on. I honestly
expected some devil or something to come at me with a trident and laugh
at me. No demon was there. In fact, I was still in the church.
Everyone around me was either half unconscious or frantically yelling or
looking at themselves. I could still see the man on the stage that had
pressed the button along with the security detail still unconscious.
I noticed the man next to me again. He was running his hands up and down
his body. When he saw me he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me
violently.
"What is going on?" he frantically asked me as he shook me.
"I don't know," I managed to gasp back at him between his violent
shaking. It actually hurt quite a bit. I broke his grasp and scrambled
over a few unconscious people to my left. As I moved I realized that I
had a purse with me to match my inexplicable female attire.
As I thought this I looked down at my chest again and reevaluated that
statement. I seemed to have breasts to match my cloths. I reached up
and cupped them both in my hands. I could feel the sensations on my
chest. They were definitely part of my body. This wasn't just some
change of my clothes. My entire form had changed for some reason.
I noticed that my hands were also not right. My hands were small and
dainty. Not at all like my normal meaty hands. My fingernails were long
and polished. I began frantically running my hands all over myself to
take stock of the differences.
I touched my head and neck to realize that I had shoulder length black
hair. I wasn't wearing the glasses on my face that I normally did. My
face felt different. No trace of stubble, it was smooth as could be. It
was also longer and skinnier than it was before.
I moved to my arms, they were lacking their usual definition. My stomach
was completely flat. I was normally a little saggy around the waist but
now my stomach was taught and firm. My waist was also much smaller.
Below my waist my hips and but jutted out much more than before.
I ran my hands over my legs now. They were skinnier and less muscular
than before. I noticed that I was wearing rather high heels with this
new clothing. I seemed to also have the coordination to walk in them. I
didn't have any problem climbing over the other people when I escaped
from that man.
I already had jumped to the obvious conclusion, but was in a bit of
denial. Finally I ran my hands over my crotch looking for the one thing
that would disprove my theory. I didn't find anything there. Somehow I
had turned into a woman.
I noticed that more people were awake now and they were all going through
something similar. Had everyone changed?
As I looked around, I also noticed that I was no longer on the balcony
above; I was now on the main floor of the massive chapel. As I made this
observation, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. The man I had escaped
earlier was back.
"What happened?" he asked again as if I had all the answers.
"I think we all swapped bodies," I replied with as much calm in my own
voice as I could. I could hear my voice crack as I answered. I was
shocked to hear my voice as well. It was one more thing that had
changed.
He shrunk back sheepishly from me. "When can we change back?" he asked
me, again as if I had all the answers.
"I ... I don't know," I stammered. I was fighting back tears at this
point. They were coming so easily. I wanted to say that it was because
I was now a woman, but I knew that I'd be acting the same way if I had
been plunged into the body of some other man.
More and more people were now waking up and coming to the horrible
realization that they weren't themselves anymore. Screaming and running
were becoming more common. I was nearly knocked flat on my ass as a
woman ran into me screaming and yelling.
The crowd was beginning to go crazy. More and more people were beginning
to run and panic. I helplessly watched an old lady get trampled down. I
tried to go help her but I couldn't fight my way through the crowd.
I was getting thrown about like a rag doll in the thrashing crowd. The
noise had become unbearable at this point. It reminded me of one of
those disaster movies where everyone was running around before they all
died. The seething mass of people swayed back and forth. It all seemed
so surreal that I was somewhat detached from it all.
It was hard to remain standing. I removed my high heels and held them by
their straps. I thought about kicking them away but they were the only
shoes I had for later. In fact the clothes on my back were really all I
had.
I had to work hard to stay on my feet. The crowd didn't have much of a
direction but it seemed that some people were trying to get out of here.
That seemed like a good idea to me so I tried to make my way to an exit
as the crowd swayed back and forth. I made sure to hang on to that purse
as I hoped that there would be car keys or some money in there. I
figured I'd need both at some point.
I heard screaming to my right. I saw several people falling from the
balcony to the floor below. It must be just as turbulent up there. I
hoped that my girlfriend was OK. I just had to make it outside. There
would be much more room in the parking lot. Then I might not get
trampled.
Benches were being knocked over by this point. I saw people screaming
with bloody noses and obvious injuries from the human stampede that was
occurring. I was wishing I had the presence of mind and the foresight to
get out of here when most people were still unconscious.
There was an exit nearby. The crowd swayed back and forth but I was
managing to stay mostly on my feet and get closer to the door. After an
exhausting ten minutes of fighting the crowd, I finally made it to the
door.
Things were even worse now. All of the people behind us were pushing
toward the door. Everyone at the door was trying to get through it at
once. I got shoved up against the wall near the door and could feel the
mass of people pressing against me. The people behind me were pressing
me toward the door but there was nowhere to go.
I was now wishing that I'd found a nice quiet place inside the church
somewhere, perhaps in the middle with everyone trying to leave the
building like this. I made it to the door finally. I was forcefully
pushed through the door from several directions at one. I scraped my
back along the door handle. I didn't think it did any real damage but it
hurt like hell.
Once outside I was able to breathe a little. There was more room out
here but it was still crazy. People were yelling and screaming and
running and even fighting everywhere I looked. I found a nice place
between some cars where I wasn't going to be bothered.
I sighed deeply and tried to think of what I could do. It was then that
I realized that I didn't really know anything about this body I was in.
I felt quite healthy and young, but that was all I really knew.
Fortunately I had managed to hang onto the purse and my shoes. Even
though they weren't ideal, they were still shoes so I slipped them back
on my feet. I was glad to have something since the hot pavement was
hurting my feet through the thin layer of nylon on my feet.
I then rummaged through the purse. I found some car keys. I thought
that it might be a nice safe place to wait for the commotion to die down,
but I had no idea where this body's owner parked. I found a cell phone
inside as well. I briefly considered calling 911 or something but I
wasn't sure what I'd tell them.
Inside the purse I also found a wallet. I looked inside and found her
driver's license. I was both eager and afraid to see what I looked like.
"Becky Turner" I read the name aloud, as if I were talking to someone
else. My current body was only twenty three years old. I was also only
five feet seven inches tall. That was five inches shorter than I was. I
suppose that could have been worse, but I lamented the loss in height
right alongside the change in gender.
I looked at the picture of the woman I had become. She was pretty. In
the picture she was wearing lots of makeup and was gorgeous. I suspected
that I looked very much like that now. That suspicion was strengthened
when I found plenty of makeup in the purse as well.
I also found five hundred dollars in the wallet. I was grateful that I
had some resources at my disposal since I knew that I'd need them. It
seemed strange to me for a twenty three year old hottie like me to be
carrying five hundred dollars around with her at church, but I didn't
complain.
The last item in the purse was a Taser gun. When I saw that I suddenly
felt vulnerable and helpless. I was not only shorter, but weaker too. I
gripped the Taser tightly in my hand as I came to this realization.
I decided that I'd find Becky's car. I really wanted to find my
girlfriend, but there was just too much chaos right now. I couldn't
possibly sort through the thousand plus people and find who she'd become.
I started walking around the parking lot and pressing the button on her
key fob.
The parking lot was huge and I was seriously debating this plan. I
thought it would take forever to find her car, assuming I didn't get hurt
first. There were some people acting pretty crazy in the parking lot.
For lack of a better idea, I continued looking.
I could hear the wail of sirens in the distance. I figured that they
were coming here for sure. Someone must have called the police by now.
My thoughts and search were interrupted by a tiny voice.
"Leave me alone," a little girl screamed at a large man. She looked like
she was about ten years old, tops.
"Give me back my body," the man yelled at her. He looked like he was
throwing a tantrum. I quickly figured out what was going on. I decided
to intervene. I felt terribly sorry for both of them.
The man with the little girl inside was grabbing and shaking whoever was
in the little girl's body. I was struck with the realization that I
could have wound up as a child, or someone older. I guess I didn't fare
so badly.
"Leave her alone," I said as firmly as I could. I was intimidated by the
hulking body in front of me.
"She won't give my body back," the girl in the man's body pouted
childishly. "I want my body back," she screamed. As she screamed she
grabbed whoever was in her body and started squeezing. I didn't think I
could reason with her right now.
I fished the Taser out of my purse. I didn't want to get her with it,
but if I didn't do something, she'd kill her own body and whoever was
inside.
I walked up behind her and punched her in the ribs. It wasn't as hard as
I'd hoped, but it was enough to distract her. She let go of her body and
its poor occupant. Her little body started coughing and gasping.
She turned her attention to me. This is what I'd feared. I knew that I
probably couldn't do anything to fend this off. I grabbed the Taser and
got her in the ribs. She froze up and tightened as the electricity
surged through her large body.
She fell over and started yelling and crying. It was odd to see a grown
man cry like that but I certainly couldn't fault her.
"Thank you," the person occupying the girl's body said while coughing.
"I am so fucking helpless like this," That language surprised me a
little bit given the source.
"So ... uh ... what's your name?" I asked.
A sheepish expression covered the little girl's face. "Umm ... Donald," he
replied.
I decided to put him at ease a bit and divulge my name as well. "I'm
George," I replied.
A look of surprise and then relief covered his young face. I looked over
at the little girl in the man's body to see how she was doing.
She was trying to scramble to her feet to come at us again. She was
still pretty incapacitated so Donald and I left her. I felt terrible for
leaving that poor helpless girl there, but again I didn't know what else
to do.
I really wished that I could come up with any sort of sensible plan but I
simply couldn't. I was in a panic and desperately trying to think of
something that I could do to gain some semblance of control of the
situation. I decided to keep looking for Becky's car. Even though I
could think of no real reason, besides perhaps some safety, to find it,
it was all I could think of.
"Hey, George," I heard a tiny voice behind me. "I'm coming with you,"
Donald said as his tiny legs worked to keep up with me.
"OK" I said with mixed feelings. On the one hand he was slower than I
was. I also didn't really know him at all. Nevertheless, it was nice to
have someone else with me while I tried to figure this out.
At this point several fire trucks started pouring into the parking lot.
I hoped that we'd be able to sort all this out, though I doubted it. I
had never heard of anything like this before. Whoever this crazy
splinter religious group was, they'd managed to get some pretty crazy
magic, or technology, or whatever it was.
As I watched the chaos before me, the reality of my situation finally hit
me. I was trapped in this young, hot, female body. Sure, I'd realized
what the situation was before now, but the probable permanence of it only
just smacked me in the face.
My legs gave out and a few tears streamed down my face as I watched some
police officers attempt to calm down masses of people. I had no idea
what would happen to me. Donald sat down next to me and we both
helplessly watched the scene before us.
***
I was currently sitting at a restaurant enjoying a meal that used to be
a-typical for me, but was now common. Instead of the big juicy steak
that I wanted, I had a light salad with a small portion of some chicken.
I was adjusting my eating habits to accommodate the recent changes in my
life. I was currently quite fit and wanted to remain that way. Sitting
across from me was a young ten year old girl.
To everyone else we probably looked like sisters or perhaps even mother
daughter assuming the mother got a very early start on things. Donald
and I had become friends since we were kind of going through different
versions of the same thing. At least I was still an adult.
The authorities were less than helpful in sorting the matter out. They
didn't really believe anyone's claims about swapping bodies, but when two
thousand people all make the same claim without giving up, they
reluctantly tried to help.
They made a big registry of bodies and where they had gone. There were a
lot of people who died in stampedes or falling off of the balcony, or
various other ways. There were also a lot of people unaccounted for. My
girlfriend was among them.
Her body was being occupied by some old guy. He got a chance at youth
but with the caveat that he was now a woman.
To make matters worse, there were dozens of bodies that were unaccounted
for as well. Mine was among them. My body hadn't died at the scene, but
was nowhere to be found. Whoever had wound up in my body had run off.
Though this event was very public, nobody other than those involved
really believed it. The authorities had been unable to get our
identities straightened out. I was now Becky as far as the world was
concerned. I suppose it could have been worse. I was younger and
richer. Becky had quite the trust fund that was now mine legally and I'd
lost ten years.
Of course there was that whole gender thing to worry about. That one was
a doozy. I was still getting used to it but was managing ok. My
orientation hadn't changed at all, but I wasn't yet exploring any
relationships with any women yet.
Donald didn't fare as well as I did. We eventually convinced the
authorities that he didn't need to go back with his legal parents. This
was aided tremendously by the fact that the new occupants of his new
body's parents wanted nothing to do with him.
He was too young as far as the world was concerned to be emancipated. He
was legally a minor since there were no laws in place to cover this very
strange situation. We managed to convince them to make me his legal
guardian even though I would normally not be at the top of the list for
this sort of thing.
Frankly, there was no shortage of strange cases like this that were being
dealt with. I suspect that the people trying to sort this out got quite
lax toward the end. I think they just wanted to rubber stamp whatever
the hell would get another case out of their hair and move on.
We were really more like roommates, even though I covered all of the
rent. It was nice having a friend that understood. We were originally
about the same age and were into the same things so it was weird, but
worked out well.
Even if his new body were older we wouldn't be dating or anything. For
some reason the fact that there was a male brain in there was a turn off
to me. Not to mention the fact that a ten year old body wasn't really
attractive to me. It was very much like the friendships that I'd struck
with roommates in college.
"Hey, hand me the root beer that we snuck in," Donald asked me. He made
quotation marks with his fingers around the word root. Since he was no
longer drinking age, we couldn't just give him a beer in public like
this. We'd emptied a root beer bottle and filled it with the real stuff.
I reached into my purse and handed it to him. It was even still pretty
cold.
I had long since given up on getting back to normal. Nobody seemed to
know what caused this. And with my real body gone anyway, I had no real
hope. Instead I'd embraced the changes and did the best I could to have
a normal happy life.
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