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I remember Emma as the nice girl from the local Sudso superstore she had a great attitude toward the customers and was always smiling, she's one of those rare individuals you just can't fault. Myself and my family have known her for five years since she started working there. I know my brothers all had crushes on her and the youngest had the courage to ask her out, he was rejected and took it badly but since recovered. We usually saw her at parties and some hung around her like a loyal dog but over the years have since settled with other women. Back then I was just one of the guys who liked to watch life go by and run down my ticker enjoying the little things such as music and games. Honestly though? I never had a choice through the medication I was on and socially seen as a bit of a layabout by other people. In my little world back then, I took it s bitterness and resentment, I knew a lot of people who settled down and was their go to guy to rant about their partners menial and trivial things. About a month ago things changed between Emma and myself. It was in the superstore I was sorting through the magazine rack when she passed and slapped my back, she had a heartwarming and generous smile for me. For days afterwards simply thinking about it brought a serenity I have never felt in my entire life, the memory was a moment of perfect peace and something nice to dwell on while I administered my meds. Two weeks ago I was out for a walk and caught Emma walking one of her neighbours dogs, she knew my dog, Susie who I got from a rescue shelter, before and after it died. I remember in that horrendous week after Susie's death, when I was feeling lost and in a state of despair Emma actually came to my home clearly upset hearing about it. On that day she spoke to my older brother as I was dealing with the grief in my bedroom, he reassured her the dog didn't suffer and was put to sleep which is true though she did suffer from cancer a bit before her last visit to the vet. Anyway on that fateful walk two weeks ago, the dog she was walking was a Yorkie, it was super friendly and obedient, I much prefer bigger dogs but it was any excuse to hear her voice. "I am really more of a cat person," Emma said. "I just walk him for a neighbour who's too old to do it." We parted ways but as we did she touched my arm and I got what can only be described as a tingling sensation throughout my body then this numbness In the arm, Emma called back and told me to sit down and breath before she walked off as though it was nothing serious. I thought about her a lot after that day, my part time job isn't the most stimulating or difficult but Emma was a distraction that got me into a lot of trouble at work kept me up at night and prevented my enjoying books and films. Two days ago something remarkable happened, it was a cold frosty night and so my usual walk through a local park was more trying through the slippery paths. Taking to the snow covered grass concealing pot holes would have been hazardous in the dark, sure people would be able to see me if I hurt myself but it was wiser not to take the risk, I was kicking myself all the way for doing it. While taking cautious steps I saw a woman in a pink body warmer with a black top and pants and sheepskin shoes with her back to me under a lamppost it was Emma. On approach I realised she was talking on her phone, she was simply stunning to see and I believe something had changed my perception of her that day she walked the dog. "I'd say not, I never looked good with that dye," she said to the caller and then stopped she turned around looking straight at me smiling and put her hand on my arm to stop me. "Hi Mark!" she greeted me, she then said to her contact, "Call you back." I noticed she was using a new Iphone, a bit expensive for what her salary may provide but there are other possibilities, she is a pretty likeable girl after all and as I understand it she has had a few boyfriends though something terrible befell the last one, no one really knows what but the guy left town with his girl. "That was my mum," she said grinning while I just stared. "So will you be a gentleman and escort a girl home?" she asked wrapping her arm around mine. For years in passing thought I was curious about Emma, wanting to see how and where she is living, I didn't have any sexual desire for her just a interest in this mystery woman. I would never get involved if she was living beyond her means and gauge her if she was living with her parents. We had a long conversation about me for what was a mile long walk that took us to a unfamiliar part of town, I expressed my concern about getting home but she took my hands and begged me to continue to her place promising she'd get me a ride home. She brought me to a terraced house and insisted I come inside. It wasn't lavish, it wasn't exactly small or a girls den but it was cosy, I couldn't imagine her salary paying the bills to run the place with the homehub, HDTV, Laptop and other gear I saw in the living room, she also had the lights on both upstairs and downstairs while she was out. "Do you live by yourself?" I enquired and was told me her boyfriend was moving in soon. "So then Mark, I know your thirty, you looked younger but I think we can work this out," she said. She always seemed like a nice girl and our chat hadn't even lead up to what she said so I had no clue what she was talking about just being with her felt awesome. We sat by the warm fire she had going and when she went into the kitchen to turn on the kettle I came to my senses thinking about this boyfriend, I wanted nothing more then to be with her but the slightest bit of reason trickling into my mind told me I wasn't good for her. "Look Emma. Your a great gal," I said. "You've never had a girlfriend or sex have you Mark." Emma was blunt. "Still a virgin and to my knowledge your a good boy who plays it safe in this modern world of single mothers and HIV." That was it for me, I was okay with her knowing that I was a virgin as she might have got that info off one of my brothers at a party. But a shelf stacker with her home and possessions defied her job salary I was certain she blackmailed people and probably had debts. It was also possible she is a prostitute and my brothers had set me up for this encounter, I liked her a lot but I never wanted to piss away my first time on just anyone, nor make massive mistakes like have sex with friend or people I fancy and despite the urges and desire I knew I couldn't stay with her. As I got up she came back and right up to my face, it was sudden, she had a power over my motions that I couldn't break free from. "Sit," is all she said and I did it automatically. "I know a lot about you from a connection we shared weeks ago when you caught me walking the neighbours dog. Your a nihilist, you like to think of yourself as a atheist but deep down you think only of the darkness to come for everything well let me tell you something, it isn't all bad." I prepared myself to listen to a faith head who would prattle on about some superfluous personal deity loving us, I was also ready for worse, her to reveal she had poisoned me and would shortly cut my throat open or some ritual. Mercifully It never happened. "There are forces in this world, this universe, there's so much you little things can't see with these dulled senses. Things such as what is plain before you." She held my chin up and brought her face closer and we kissed, in that moment I was everywhere in the room, I was in my own body, outside my body watching us kiss, I was hearing the fires flames flicker, our hearts were pounding, upstairs a child began to cry. I could see and move in all directions. It suddenly ended and there was darkness, all over my body there were new sensations everywhere and a imbalance despite being sat down it all knocked me back onto the settee, I opened my eyes and was looking at my own grinning face. "Hello. HELLO Hi," my former self said "Hmmm. I'll need to do something about this voice." The imbalance and light headedness came from losing a hundred pounds, having breasts on my chest and wearing constricting clothes. I looked down to realise I was wearing Emma's black top and jeans, somehow I was in Emma's body and was really shocked by a wetness in my groin. "Don't worry about that, it was normal for me when around you," 'he' said before commenting on the full bladder I left "And I see why you were desperate to get home you could have just used my loo all you had to do was ask rather then try and bail on me." In a (startling) high pitched voice I asked, "What happened?" "Well little lady, we just switched bods, now you are me and I am you." 'Mark' stood up and stood over a foot taller when he helped me to my feet, I never realised how tall I was until 'he' walked to the door and bumped 'his' head on the frame. "You have to duck," I said still out of it. "Yes you#re right, don't worry I'll get used to it you developed a reflex for this sort of thing that's in here somewhere," 'Mark' said. "I guess I'll be keeping my head down a lot eh?" 'He' ducked as he walked out the room and then peered around the corner. "I'll get the kettle, you see to your kid." His words hit a nerve, turning my attention to the wailing child which I just wanted to comfort unthinkingly. Upstairs I found a baby standing up in it's crib in what I assumed was Emma's bedroom. I picked up the baby and comforted it as best I could drawing on my sole experience: the one time I ever saw my only nephew from my older brother, even then it wasn't me but my sister in law comforting him. I held Emma's baby against me and rocked him a bit, The kid began to cough so I patted him on the back until he spat up. It felt natural as there was a kinship. "Emma?" I called down for assistance. "I'm sorry who are you calling for miss?" the cheeky bastard responded. When 'Mark' came up he wiped the spit off and helped me settle baby Reggie back to sleep and while doing this he said the body I inhabit had to have a caesarean which nearly killed it. We went back down to the fireside where he had prepared a cup of some foreign herbal tea. 'Mark' had a few words about my table manners before reassuring we'd work on it and that I'm in this for the long haul. Then he talked about the baby. "He is partly why I'm through with that body, you'll never have kids again as having that little man near killed me." 'Mark' informed me. "So your just abandoning him?" I asked repulsed by his attitude. Mark put his cup down and was frank: "No, I love Reggie but I was never going to be Emma forever. Reggie is your baby now, I will stay in touch and visit from time to time, I usually hang for a month before moving on." On reflection I wasn't upset about this at all. Shortly after that the Iphone vibrated in my pocket and 'Mark' took it out, my instinct was to cover my crotch to which he looked and chuckled. "I didn't do this for anything like that! Just stay calm, relax and everything will be fine." He took the phone straight out my pocket and fiddled a bit at one point stopping and examining my former hands, he analysed the cuts from all heavy work I do and rubbed them together. He then put the Iphone to his ear and identified himself, I reminded him the caller was expecting Emma but he shushed me. "As you can hear I did it," Mark said and then set the Iphone to speakerphone, resting it on the table. "Emma?" a woman's voice asked. Mark gestured to me to answer it so I did and was talking to a lady who identified herself as Martha Mansfield. Martha explained she was a lifelong friend of the body swapping entity inhabiting Mark and that they go back thirty years when he 'made' her. "I have been doing this for centuries, just going around correcting gods mistakes," the Mark Entity said. "Which god?" I queried, my only exposure to religion was Christianity which is big locally but there's hundreds of religions and within them hundreds of denominations. I have been a atheist to that religion once I no longer believed in the biblical god, but I was still ignorant of many of the other religions. It dawned on me that the entity may have a stronger connection to some higher power and this body swap may be divine punishment or perhaps a divine prank. "Well I don't believe in personal higher power but I believe there's something that set all this in motion and intended me to do this." Mark continued "I have watched you for years, you among many others and figured your a perfect fit for Emma. Your a loner but kind and pleasant, despite keeping to yourself deep down you truly care about people. It might seem harsh to place you in the body of a single mother who can't have kids but I have accumulated a vast fortune that I will share to see you comfortable. You doesn't have to work and you can travel the world maybe settle down anywhere and live the high life if you want, I will never let you out of my sight. You may still want a family, Emma's a hetro, give it a few days and you'll be checking men's butts (I realised he channelled my speech). I have a lot of friends in places and maybe you can adopt kids. Most the girls I do this to have been married and lived happy productive lives with their partners. I know you may fret, you could die today or tomorrow but let me say I'll help you live, with me and my resources you can live in three years what many don't in a lifetime." "Wait, your rich yet you work in Sudso?" Mark explained he likes to pass the time doing real work it's what keeps him going and working in Sudso gave him access to people he needed to be in touch with. He could have worked from a bar but in the distant past he had made bad choices that resulted in tragedy, he also pointed out he would have never have found me if he did as I don't drink or socialise in bars. he furthered his claim that this is a godsend, a destiny. "Anyway it's getting late, I'll sleep in the guest room tonight, you sleep in yours and if you take your bra off I suggest you lie on your back with your legs crossed so you don't squeeze anything eventually you'll get used to sleeping as a woman. If Reggie wakes up and cries he might need feeding, it's perfectly natural just let him do the work. If you run into any problems it's okay to wake me I don't expect you to know everything about everything straight off the bat." Motherhood, breast feeding, brazier, boobs, a annoying if pleasant warm feeling in a swelling midsection. It was all too much to take in. I told Mark/Entity I'm a heavy sleeper and he said, "Not any more, a flea farting in China can wake that body." I got a giggle out of that as it's something I would have said. "Goodnight Mark," I said deciding to play ball and maybe wake up from what may be a lucid dream, he responded "That's the spirit! Good night Emma." I couldn't sleep a wink that night I kept hoping I was dreaming and at one point scratched my arm with the long fingernails. Knowing it wasn't a dream and that it was real, I spent the night browsing the internet reading up on what women do with their time and bodies. I was taking in every bit of information from Wikipedia and NHS websites. At around three at night Reggie began crying so I brought him downstairs to me. I sensed he was hungry, feeding came naturally as memories of doing it before surfaced they certainly aren't my memories so it's apparent the body snatcher left 'instructional videos' in my mind. But in my first experience, Reggie feeding from me was painless and when he was done he just rested snugly on my shoulder after I burped him. I spent the remainder of the night watching some weird television programs, some foreign stuff, some educational stuff, soaps and documentaries, nothing particularly interesting. All through it Reggie was fast asleep. When I look into that baby's blue eyes I feel sorry for him knowing he won't have brothers or sisters but maybe I can adopt some for him or maybe risk another caesarian, at the time I wondered if Emma has brothers and sisters that the entity may have cut loose and pondered my own future as this woman. Yesterday morning after Mark woke up I told him everything that happened with the breast feeding, he explained he left a few useful memories to guide me in womans stuff. I brought up my sadness about Reggie and suddenly he took the topic to faith, I said if there's a god he should have made the woman's midsection more efficient which Mark/Entity answered. "That's why I don't believe in a personal deity or designer, were accountable for everything we do, every brutality, every cruel and abusive action. I'm no church goer, just a servant of a unrevealed higher power and friend of humanity." I took the conversation elsewhere, tiring of the body snatching faith heads mind numbing rhetoric. After cups of coffee and watching him pig out on chocolate biscuits for breakfast he took me upstairs for some hair care. He pulled the baby's crib in the bathroom remarking he loved having some meat on him for the strength alone and that I would appreciate having a big strong man in the house for a few weeks. He then dived straight into the hair care job. "Who knows," he began, to my confusion. "I may work at a salon. Do they employ straights? I found myself thinking of chicks last night so take it your not gay but are you Bisexual?" "I don't know," I said knowing that he with all my memories, should. As Mark I never fully explored my sexuality it was always women for me. We rested Reggie in the crib and Mark told me all about the hair stuff, he said today he'd handle it all and then tomorrow I would do it under his supervision. As he soaked it in warm soapy water I asked a couple of questions about Emma, her life both professional and social which he answered. One query was about Reggie, specifically his father. "If you're wondering if you'll be dealing with him down the road, don't. He's gone, him and his girlfriend. It was Dylan a male nurse and we had a fling starting two years ago, when I got pregnant with Reggie he dumped me for one of his co workers called Rebecca. I had them both over and did the switcheroo on them." I was sickened and he saw it "Don't worry, Beccy had a fantasy about being in Dylans shoes and I hear the new Beccy is resitting a Doctors exam to meet her hosts dream, I do know they married some time ago." I wondered who this thirty year old I inhabited was originally like maybe Emma switched hands in the past five years and he person y family knew was another victim of the Entity. Mark explained he has been Emma for a decade and planned to switch with Dylan but it never happened. When the entity found out it was pregnant with Reggie he couldn't leave the body until Reggie was born, he considered living a full life and dying as Emma until two months ago when he made preparations for me. "Don't worry about former boyfriends or your mum and dad as their six feet underground, you Emma were their only child and though you have aunts and uncles you never met you probably won't ever see them thanks to a sheltered upbringing." He was insistent that I become Emma and with every word made it stick. "My parents might be happy for another grandchild," I said referring to the only parents I have known "They don't get to see Arnie's (my older brothers) kid, he's only brought him around once then he left over some stupid argument." "First they are not your parents, they're mine, you only exist to say hello and to ask them about me and my bro's, you help them at Sudso when they do their shopping. If you start hanging around them it will draw suspicion, I know in what was your heart they don't want to adopt a daughter and it's clear as day to me they don't want a grandchild. I'm sorry Emma but they are Mr and Mrs Henshaw and you are Emma Colton, an orphan and single mother with no one in this world. It's not the ideal life to jump in to but your a survivor, you'll manage." "Can't we tell just them?" I asked Mark as he twisted my hair rinsing it, he shook his head and ended that discussion. That afternoon we went shopping, I got funny looks when rifling through the DVD section for something to watch to take my mind off things. "Piss off!" I told one old pervert staring at me. "Darling, you want books and magazines." Mark came along and whispered into my ear, "Or better yet tell me what you want and I'll get it and for the love of god please don't tarnish your reputation." "I'm just looking," I told him straight. "If you really want movies just use netflix," he said, "'you' Emma Colton don't watch DVDs." I pointed out I have seen women in the DVD section before but he joked, "Yeah but your a pretty girl who's boyfriend is right here." somehow it wasn't as amusing as it should have been, maybe I was never a comedian in the first place or maybe it was Emma's brain altering my mind bit by bit. We walked through other aisles, Mark had me throw a few cosmetic items into the trolley, he said in ten years I'd be in my forties and need to keep it up. I still wasn't sure about this body swap but every thought of not seeing Reggie growing up got to me more and more. Women in the store watched me take directions from Mark, I overheard two say I might be retarded. In one clear aisle he said it's my walk that's attracting this attention and that we would need to work on it for the rest I had to pretend I had a gimpy leg. On the car journey I was in the backseat looking at the health foods he bought for me and the women's magazines and books when I asked he said they were for me to read. Back home I carried groceries into the house I found I had lost some of my strength and sat down breathless, everything was just piling up. I was trembling when I asked Mark to give me my body back and told him I didn't really want this, he smiled when he said it was a one way trip. Then he stole a kiss on the cheek and took Reggie into the living room for an evening of television, he told me I should spend the afternoon exploring my body. Yesterday afternoon and evening was spent doing exactly what he suggested, stimulating my breasts and crotch and at one point Mark just barged in asking if I wanted something from the garage as he takes Reggie for a walk but he left when he saw what I was doing, he said something about a hydrator in the dresser but I ignored him. Towards the end of the night Mark came home, over supper, we had a conversation about Emma, specifically what happened to the original. Mark said she was a drug addict and on a slippery slope when he found her, she wanted a clean life, so he traded places with her. At the time he was in the body of some Ethiopian girl being sex trafficked and took advantage of Emmas moment of charity. He said he used her purely to escape but found himself addicted to Heroin and it was long before he kicked the habit, he has since repaired the damage to the body but warned me to stay away from drugs as I am susceptible. He has since found out the girl Emma became was found dead and feels guilty but it was difficult circumstances. "She was a mere ticket to you wasn't she." I felt anger. "That girl is dead, you are her now, what are you gonna do with your life. Emma," he said. We settled down for the night and I slept like a baby with Reggie peaceful in his cot, I must say Emma's bed is really comfortable and Mark did jokingly ask if he could jump in for old times. He backed off on seeing I was still upset. The next day Mrs Mansfield came straight round at seven in the morning, I bottled up the courage to meet her, I got up at nine and went down stairs in my nightie finding her and Mark laughing in he kitchen. It was my laugh, hanging around him has been like standing in front of a mirror for two days. "Mark who is this?" I pointed at his company, a older woman. Her smile took a small blow and she simply retorted, "Don't point dear, monkeys point." "We are monkeys, apes are monkeys without a tail," was my smart Alec response, I noticed Mark roll his eyes She smiled "I like this one, you made a good choice I'm sure we'll get on great." Mark laughed and sighed. "Yeah. She's awesome, could do without the whining though." I sat down to tea with a crumpets and fried egg serving all courtesy of our guest: Mrs Martha Mansfield. She tells me she is pushing sixty, she looks like a old wife and said she and the entity go back decades. He switched with her when she was in her twenties and it was the best thing that happened to her, now she's a manager at Sudso where I work. She filled me in on how we will do things, she will transfer me to another Sudso superstore with a note from a mutual friend, a doctor who will attest that I have suffered a head injury to explain personality changes and behavioural defects. It's possibly the only way to disguise this body swap. "What about Reggie? What if the authorities try to take him?" "That's where Aileen comes in she works for social services," she said. "It will be weekly visits for the real world stuff but we will be monitoring your adjustment after Mark moves on." "Good grief! How much power do you have?" I asked Mark. He didn't respond and neither did Martha instead she asked about me the former me, I was stuck for words thinking about it but Mark ran through my life story. He shared embarrassing information and anecdotes with Martha that I don't share with anyone just to prove it. Eventually he stood up and said, "My family will be wondering where I am so I should go see them and get a few things like fresh clothes for starters. You look after Emma today, I don't think she'll do anything stupid but stay just in case she gets sad." Mrs Mansfield took me upstairs into the bathroom and loosened my long black hair it tickled my shoulders and she said I'd get used to it, she commented on its color and texture saying she used to be a brunette until it greyed. "Do you have kids?" I asked. She said she has had three boys who have long since moved from home to be with girlfriends and her husband walked out during her third pregnancy. She was dazed and confused but the entity was there for her all through it. "I miss him as Denise...." Martha said. "Not that Marks bad looking, it's just Denise was the prettiest girl he's been." I steered our chat to the present. "I'm taking Reggie in but I could really use a hand, Mark does the changing and everything, I just handle the feeding. It's weird, it's like Reg is part of me but I am clueless on how to cope with him. It's like -" "He's someone else's kid or a orphan you took on but you love him like he's yours," she filled in pretty accurately how I felt. "Yeah, that's it. Reggie is my boy, but Mark sort of had this kid when in full possession of Emma. Why would he do that? How could he do that then abandon him like this? He said he for divine reasons but I think it's because of the caesarean, I feel like he's done this out of convenience like he did the original Emma." "Listen, Mark chose you out of love, he gave you a beautiful gift, Reggie wasn't exactly planned, Mark had his eyes on another man to occupy this body, his name was Dylan but he slipped something in Marks drink and raped your body. Dylan was slime, I don't know what Mark did to him but I know it wouldn't have been good." What she said was different to what Mark told me but in sme way I understood and dropped it. Two hours later Mark came home, with Martha's motherly help I had a nice warm bath with some oils and cream applied, Martha offered a back massage but I was anxious to know how Mark handled my former family. "What happened?" I asked as he unpacked a few of my clothes from my old rucksack. "I tried to get away with telling them I was bitten by the love bug but you know dad, he keeps pressing on and on, it gets irritating. Don't worry they don't know where we live at least I hope they don't." He then tossed over my USB stick. "I downloaded music tracks and photos off my laptop, you can keep these copies as a reminder should some identity crisis come up." When I began typing this Martha and Mark were watching a movie but now their playing with Reggie, I overheard Mark say the hardest thing he has to do is let Reggie go though he'll manage like he has in the past. They revealed that Reggie is the first baby the entity has had as a human, that in the past he entity had them aborted or came in as a mother. He has never had a life growing in him before and considered staying as Emma but plans changed. As for myself when I began typing this I played a few of my favourite soundtracks and found they don't have the same appeal they used to, I can't say if it's them or me but it's something. Life is funny like that.