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"I made a massive mistake," Mark said after he woke me up to breakfast in bed. "I saw Annie in the park and asked about going out with her friday night, I totally forgot that I am you." That happened Monday morning just three days after a fateful friday night when Emma took me to her home. We shared a kiss that made us switch bodies against my will, it is just one of the ways the entity inhabiting and posing as the former me, Mark, can transfer minds. As Mark it's got my memories and experiences, my mannerisms and for all intents it is Mark now. It left me in a thirty year old single mother called Emma Colton, a woman with a history of drug abuse and being dragged around London by gangs before the entity took her body to escape another living hell as a sex slave. It put me in Emma because it wants out of this girls life, it never asked me, it never cared to, it just used me because it can. For three days I had lived in Emma's house and slept in her bed while Mark, posing as my boyfriend stayed in the guest room. He's been a great host and shown empathy in a way I never expected, he still draws the line at me having any freedom but he has been gentle and considerate thus far. On Monday I was still adjusting to being Emma. I asked Mark if this thing with Annie will be a problem for us. "Not in the least," he replied. "All I need do is go round to her place and erase that memory." I asked if that involved kissing but apparently he described it as like a 'mind meld' (Star Trek reference) a form of hypnosis where he can tamper with minds. Then I sipped the tea, ate the toast and went downstairs to check on Reggie, Emma's nine month old baby boy. He gurgled at seeing me and reached out for me, I picked him up and he began unbuttoning my chest. "Only the bottle Reggie, mummy is sore," I said. I took him into his playpen in the living room and went back upstairs to get my clothes on and spent minutes trying to get the bra on until I went into Mark's to do it. I caught him taking some vitmin pills, something I never took but didn't make an issue out of it. "You'll have to learn to do this yourself," he said as he was strapping the bra on "Emma's mum didn't teach her anything, my mum kept this lady stuff to herself (he referred to the only mother I, as Mark, have ever known and insists I disassociate myself from my family known as the Henshaws), so we should practice this too." I let him finish, he let the Bra snap back on me for a joke then dashed out the room, I grabbed jeans and a jumper, I applied deoderant and then went back downstairs for a pair of boots. Whilst doing this Mark and I discussed breast feeding, I am getting sick of it, he says I can stop now, it's unecessary. "You didn't comb your hair?" Mark pointed out my lack of style before he fumbled through a drawer and grabbed a comb, he took me by the shoulders and placed me in front of a mirror. I saw Emma reflected, a woman with shoulder length black hair and pierced ears. She emoted what I felt about the familiar looking man behind her hastily brushing her hair to get a split. The eyes of the woman were the strangest they were familiar and yet different being brown. This woman was hard to intupret as my own reflection. Mark pulled the hair behind my head and brushed down, he was quite rough, he steadied me and told me not to squeak, he then let go. "Shake," he said and I shook my hair gently until it looked right, at least right for the Emma I knew and liked. I have no experience with hair care whatsoever. I was slightly surprised that I did it right and at the time attributed it to some instinctive behaviour still within this body. Mark then rested his head on the reflected womans shoulder, it was my real face and it being next to the one level to 'me' caused a few seconds of confusion. He kissed me on the neck and probed it intimately with his mouth until he found a area, it was surprisingly pleasent. Later I learned womens necks are sensative, I had absolutely no idea of this pleasure, and the thing is, it didn't last as long as I wanted because he grabbed my boobs squeezed twice and said "Honk honk. PSYCH!" before backing off laughing. "I was enjoying that yo twat!" I yelled and he laughed louder. I glanced in the mirror, the sight of Emma annoyed was eeire. I put on a white scarf and wooly hat and watched as Mark kissed Reggie on the forehead in a fatherly way, it reminded me of when my brother Arnold did it to his baby boy. "You still love him," I observed, Mark looked at me, he was wide and teary eyed and turned away to be macho, he wants to break off but the truth is he's connected to the boy, he did something I never did, as Emma he carried and gave birth to the kid which I intend to be a mother to. "I'll miss him you just can't know how it's eating me up but he needs a mum. I never carried a kid to term before, I actually considered living out my life as Emma but had to move on. I know it sickens you, just know I have feelings for him that I thought I would shake off," he said. "You can be his uncle Mark," I said, "I love him but I don't have a mortherly bone in me, it's just stupid selfish me in here." Mark sighed and held me to his chest giving a supportive cuddle, it felt like something I should have offered him. "Emma, your a sweet girl, you'll make a awesome mum, I can tell, you really don't know yourself or see the potential inside you through this low self esteem. Mark was a failure and a pathetic loser, he was a dateless wonder on a raft going up shit creek, a guy who wouldn't say boo to a goose and surrendered before the decleration of war, that Mark is dead." All of it true, I was a lousy Mark. "Reg needs you, his old mum was a deadbeat skank who threw herself on that Mark and jumped ship, his real mum is inside you waiting to blossom." He held my chin and looked me straight in the eye, I took the opportunity to look into the same pair of blue eyes I saw in a mirror all my life and saw within them a wonderful energy that I have never seen before. Doing so put me in some sort of trance because one second I was there then the next he was at the door holding Reggie telling me to take him for a walk. On that journey I thought about what he had said, it was all true about me but what he said of himself wasn't, at least not in my eyes. On arriving back home Mark went into the living room while I was upstairs checking something that's been bothering me since a bath the previous night. I stripped naked in front of the mirror and looked at Emma's body. The most troubling thing about it is that even now it feels like I have been hollowed out, the belly is alot slimmer with a vertical Cesarean scar inches below the belly button, the vaginal slit is below that, I keep thinking that pieces have been taken off. I had a few accidents with down below too, on Sunday night, I went to the toilet for the very first time since the body swap and tried to point and shoot with a non existant penis. Most of the time it feels like it is still there and erect but it isn't. The mouth with it's teeth and tongue actually did take some getting used to for speaking with, It actually took time to talk normally because they feel different. The reason being that Emma's teeth aren't perfect at all, one of the wisdom teeth is crooked, she doesn't have fillings and she lacks fang teeth guys have at the top, I worry I will bite my tongue. The legs with these wide hips and large butt on this body feel different, I keep having to remind myself not to slouch because it's not there. So far I haven't tried on a skirt or dress, I mostly throw on pants and wear a shirt, jumper and shirt. There are these other shirts in the wardrobe, they are black, shiny and some look like they have come from a factory waste bin, like they have been shredded, it's probably some fashion thing. I am still getting used to the voicebox too, on the walk this morning I talked to Reg about myself, who I am and where I am going, I told him a anecdote I don't care to share with anyone who can repeat it, for a minute I lost myself in the moment through that voice, in that moment I was totally Emma Colton and wonder if this heralds the day I forget myself and be Emma. will I stop signing my name Mark Henshaw and sign it as Emma and that brings me to another thing, my handwriting, my signature is in a different style now but I keep writing Mark. Me and Mark have practised this, he keeps saying "lose yourself," and never clarifies. I think my mind is playing up too, Mark says I don't have all my memories or faculties in place yet and played some mind game which I failed. He claims my brain is adjusting to my mind and vica versa, something about neurons, instructions and so forth, it was all beyond me. Mark walked into the bedroom and caught me in the act, he did it two days earlier when I had experimented pleasuring myself and at the time I thought he did it deliberate to catch me. "Sorry, sorry" he raised his arms and looked away and then just turned around and said "Oh what the hell, it's nothing I haven't been.(been, not seen) If you want to play with yourself there's a vibrator in the dresser, you should jam this door with a chair until I break this habit." He went into the cupboard and grabbed a nappy for Reg, he said he would move them to the cupboard in the landing. I felt a sudden pain in my neck and rubbed it, I told him on a few occasions I have pulled muscles which he says is normal because they are different in the sexes but I am in no danger of damaging myself and eventually will settle into this body. I asked how it went at Annie's and he explained her boyfriend had his best friend over, he took over all three of them and altered their memories, he erased the park encounter in Annie and got them all to think he was just visiting to deliver a christmas gift from us, some cologne which reminded me to bring up another issue: "I'm not ever wearing make up," I began sorting through a few objects in the bathroom, there were bottles and tubs of cosmetic stuff. "Not this colorstay, not this tampax, not this nix (NYX), none of this cream crap, I don't trust them because of the chemicals and never found women tarted up to be cute in the least." Mark laughed at this agreeing "I know whats up with that?", likely channneling me, and then said I would definitely need to hold on to the Tampax but the rest is for socialising to which I told him Emma's clubbing days are over. I never did that stuff as Mark and am not going to do it as Emma. He took me into the bathroom and told me to stand still, I found I couldn't move, he had a power over me he hadn't used since the body swap. "Please don't," I begged thinking he was going to give in to primal urges. He grabbed a tube off the bathroom windowsill, took the top off and wound it until a red tip came out and said: "Just some lipstick for precious." He opened my mouth and applied it to the lips, I closed my eyes while he did it, then he began pulling my face making expressions, I pleaded in that squeeky girly voice of Emma's: "Please... Stop it please!" "There don't you look pretty?" he said as he formed a smooch expression, my lips were smooth and red, I regained control and smacked them, tasting the substance, it was smilar to wax. He gave back full control of my body, I dashed into the bedroom put my knickers on and (finally) managed to get the brazier on unaided, I wrapped myself in the quilt and sat on the bed. "You don't have to be afraid of me, I told you, your my apprentice, my padowan (star wars reference) so to speak, your not my sex slave, I'm just showing you how to fill these shoes, I will never, not in a million years use you for sex. Emma's day as practice girl are long behind you," he droned on how the original threw herself on bad boys in her youth, she had been abusing drugs loads and gotten raped and it's a miracle she never got a disease, the entity possessing her after escaping that had her cleaned many times over. "Why on earth do I even need lipstick?" I asked changing the subject unwilling to listen to horrendous history, he says humans have used it for centuries, girls apply it and wear it for many ocassions besides dating. He went through the dresser and pulled out a black banana shaped object, he asked if I had used it yet but I had no idea what it was, he said it was a vibrator and that he's used it a lot since Dylan left, it's another thing women use wether they are married or single, he pointed where they put it. "That's disgusting," I said, only seeing the device as huge and assumed it was uncomfortable. I couldn't imagine how it could fit in my crotch. He said that he gives me a week until I cave in and use it. Truthfully, I gave it a try the following day and with the help of youtube after we watched the film 'Splash' but he's not to know that. Ever. On Tuesday I was called into Sudso to do a six hour shift to fill in for a sick co worker, I accepted it and Mark had a go at me for saying yes, the truth is I just needed to get out the house and do something posative. I put on the uniform and applied the lipstick and then he stopped me downstairs, he tied my hair back with a scrunchy saying it would be a mess, he wiped the lipstick off and drove me there, he told me to be ready for a woman called Lucy to talk my legs off. When I got to work, the shelf stacking and requisition was easy, I used to volunteer to do it at various places before they became overcrowded. Lucy barely talked to me at all, she did ask who I was with this past weekend and said I could do better then "that layabout loser Mark" as he's no good for me. My supervisor actually patted me on the back for all the hard work I put in and said the opposite of what Lucy said, he says he's noticed a change in my attitude and work performance and that guy I'm with must be good for me. It was funny hearing this, they were clueless to my identity and when Mark picked me up he said he wanted to hear everything, I expected a discussion instead he touched me to absorb it. We sat in the car, I tried to recover while he processed the information, he said "Good job," and drove us home. We got stuck in a traffic jam on the way home and spoke for a bit which lead to a concern about him driving: "What if the police stop us? I don't have a license, I don't know how to drive, if your caught we could be arrested." Mark handed over a driving license with Mark's image and details on it and told me it arrived a week ago just before the body swap. He has a friend who sorts this stuff out and there's alabi's that Mark learned to drive years ago, he's used his ability to cheat the system. On Wednesday mid day I took Reggie for a walk in the park and got a bit of a surprise when I saw the only father I have ever known approaching me. I wanted to call out to him but remembered myself I thought I would try to be Emma and shoot off a quick, "Hi," to 'Mr Henshaw' and push on but it was not to be for he stopped me to talk. "Hi Emma," he waved and then gave a bit of attention to the little fusspot Reggie in his pushchair. It came as a surprise he knew Reggie I guess I was the only one who didn't. He made Reggie laugh inadvertently causing me to giggle, I always thought women did this to be polite I mean there was some tension but hearing Reggie laugh simply brought it out of me. "I haven't seen you at the store lately, is everything okay?" Dad asked "Yeah, I'm changing careers that's all," I told him. "I'm thinking of going to work at the one in Blyth I have been at the local one here for five years and I have this little guy to look after now, it's time to move on and start a life for him." "So whats going on with my son, are you two... I mean I heard, well, more noticed he's been at yours alot and..." Dad just couldn't say we were shacking up together. "He's been hanging out at my place for a while and yes we are together," I told him that we were enjoying each others company and that his son has been a gentleman so far just looking after me. "I think you will be good for him. He's done nothing with himself, he's constantly been between jobs for years and lounged at home since that dog of his died. He's gotten lazy, he never socialises, and he's not qualified for anything. He did get his GCEs but got nothing through these crappy courses he takes with the job shop and it's just been excuses and excuses and excuses. He's just been a miserable and depressing loafer only going out for walks and some shitty little janitor work until he's been with you," It was devastating to hear it. It came as a complete shock, like being hit from behind. "Ur, I'll look after him," I said trying to breath. He asked if I was okay I mustered "yes" and pressed on. I was thankful he never came after me, likely writing my running off as woman stuff. For an hour afterwards I sat on a park bench thinking about it before deciding I just wanted to get home, to my home, perhaps the only place I am welcome. That lie I made about changing employment at Sudso's is actually a truth about my life which I failed to realise until then. In some way I needed this horrible experience to help break the umbilical cord that kept me with that family. I still couldn't manage to get over it even when entering Emma's home I vaguely remember yelling at Mark through the grief but over what I don't know, I spent that afternoon upstairs tucked in my bed with Reg playing on the floor. Mark gave me alot of space and did not come up until about two hours later, he came up with a cup of tea, "I can't stand seeing you like this, please, just tell me what happned, is it me? Is it being Emma?" He was full of questions, his concern was genuine and he sat at my side rubbing my back, he could have absorbed the informtion at any time but didn't as he promised, he simply got up to leave and told me "Tell me in your own time, if you want to talk I'll be downstairs." "It was my dad," I said unable to call him Mr Henshaw as Mark wanted. "I ran into him at the park and he said I was doing great looking after the son he hates." "He doesn't hate you!" Mark said showing some concern. "Well, not me now, but he hated who I was, he didn't say it in so many words but I never saw it coming. How can parents hate their kids?" Mark shook his head "They can't, it's impossible but they can hurt them, they can be disappointed in them, it's horrible but true, I have swapped with a fair few lousy parents in my day and for some kids it's been too late to save them." I passed Reg to Mark and told him to put him in the crib, I pulled my butt out my bed and went downstairs to the living room where some old film was paused on the TV, I went to the regular TV and surfed through the text function to get the news. Mark came down and turned off his blu ray, he asked what I was doing so I told him I was catching up on current events to get something real to talk about instead of these dumb feelings. Mark turned it off and took the remote from my hands, he says it's best to get it all out now as technically I have been violated, he knows I feel like I have been hollowed out and he knows what I think of the entity part of him. Right there and then he sat next to me telling me to spill my guts, I didn't have anything to say I bottled all this angst against him but realised he hasn't done a thing to me. We looked outside the window as snow began to fall, we sat there for ages until Reg began crying. Mark nudged me to get him nd I did so. Upstairs Reg was crawling around the bedroom, he had somehow opened a drawer and threw socks around the room. He crawled to me as I stood looking at the mess and pulled himself up my leg to stand. He wanted me, not Mark, me. I scooped him up in my arms and took him downstairs. Mark had turned on the radio, he inserted a memory stick in it to play some classical music while me and Reg watched the snow fall. "Maybe we'll have snow next year and build Reg's first snowman," I said Mark looked a bit glum it occurred to me that I was thoughtless since Mark's uneasy about leaving us, so I asked "How many kids have you had?" "I don't remember all together, but ten this past century and that includes Reggie,," he went on to say in the mid seventies through to the ninties, he swapped with Denise, a girl who wanted to be a actress but she had ruined herself by giving birth. Denise piled on the pounds and felt resentment toward the baby. The entity as someone else found her and gave her the body of a stage star's who was suicidal, he lived as Denise from her mid twenties to early forties and raised the kid: Aileen who went on to work in the care industry. "Aileen knows about me, I told her everything years ago after I gave her mums (Denise) body to one of Aileens friends. I travelled a bit, round Africa fulfilling my soul purpose and wound up back here as Emma." He suddenly whipped out his Iphone and gave Aileen a ring and exchanged details to verify his identity. Aileen and I got the opportunity to speak, she sounded nice and promises to visit in a few weeks, Mark said she has to anyway to check on Reg's welfare and she would ask me a few questions, it was funny when he said I should relax and be myself when I find it increasingly difficult to do that. I had hyper emotion on Thursday I was going through my/Emma's shoes and put the high heels in a bag intending to toss them out. There were five pairs under the bed alone, it was ridiculous how many were available. "What are you doing? Do you know how much they cost?" Mark came into my bedroom frantic and tried to stop me. I told him I don't care about being shorter now but I do mind the health risks of these shows that I read about on wikipedia, the damage to tendons and stuff. He said I should reread it. I planned to but thus far haven't, instead I am content to have sandals and other more comfortable footwear, I don't really care about fashion. "You miss it don't you? Towering over people, being noticed, that's it isn't it. Is this just your way of eradicating your old identity" Mark was near tears as I snapped one of those stupid shoes in half. "Or maybe it's PMS come to think about it you are due." He put his hand to my forehead, as if feeling for a temperature and then I screamed at him to get out of the room, I didn't have a clue what he was talking about at the time I just wanted him gone and to get rid of those stupid shoes. I was off my head for reasons I couldn't rationalise at the time. Thursday afternoon Mark took Reggie out with him to Martha's and left me, I know now there was some hormonal imalance going on as I just wanted to watch the kids movie 'Beethoven', about a big dog. It triggered memories of my deceased dog bringing out tears. I craved to eat a packet of cheesy crisps and went through two large ones whle watching the movie. When Mark came home I hid upstairs leaving him to clean up and ducked away in the bathroom when he brought Reg in, it was awful. I think he was wise in saying nothing to me at the time or I would have snapped at him. Thursday night I woke up matted with sweat, I turned on the bedlamp seeing blood on my legs and the sheets, I ran straight to Marks room and he held me at arms length, told me not to touch him or Reggie, he stripped my bed and ran a shower, he used the nozzle and a sponge to clean blood off my legs, he then grabbed the tampax box and took out a long white object with a string attached, I lay on the bed and opened my legs per his instructions. He gently handled my vagina, told me not to be distressed that it's normal, then he pushed the object inside. He took the wrap out, tossed it in a bin and washed his hands. "There, nothing to it sweetheart," he said. "It's just cotton." I sat up and saw the string hanging out, he told me not to pull it, he said to put knickers on and to change it myself in twelve hours. I was confused by all this, uncertan if this was a sign of pregnancy, I know women throw up but never heard of anything like this. "Oh your... not joking," he said realising through my own memories within him that I was clueless about tampons and only familiar with this menstrual cycle women go through by it's other name: a period, looking back I was so naive about women, I didn't even know what a period entailed, just assumed it was the being angry. "Lousy teachers and sex ed protests." He referred to my school memories, then ranted about my past life in general "And you sheltering yourself doesn't help this one bit! You need to get on the net and read up on 'menstruation' and 'periods', beyond that, GET A LIFE!" I did the first part of that, it was one fun filled morning of research. I was on the laptop, sometimes checking the dryer and at one point Mark brought me a cup of tea and closed the lid. "You've had a hell of a shock, I should have said something but it all went right over your head didn't it," Mark was rubbing my shoulders in a soothing intimate way I have never known. "You heard about periods in jokes but knew nothing about them. What a day for you eh?" It certainly was and at three in the afternoon he left me to change the tampon and told me to change it again at nine at night to avoid disrupting 'beauty sleep'. I kept myself busy taking Reg for a walk and making enchiladas, I took one bite out of what was one of my favourite meals and found it too spicy, almost sickly, Mark cleared both his and my plates and repeated to me that my tastes would change. "What was with all that mood stuff yesterday? Was it hormonal?" I asked "I can't say exactly, it was emotional for sure but it could have been delayed reaction to the body swap. Rebecca went through a similar phase too and she wasn't in PMS, she kept crying alot of the time." Rebecca is a nurse who was originally the secret lover of Reg's dad, Dylan. When Emma got pregnant she gave them both a body swap as revenge. Dylan as Rebecca has since found 'he' can focus alot better and is learning to become a doctor. Rebecca as Dylan has actually mellowed and turned to Buddhism to help quell that bodies sexual urges. I was told they both married a few months ago and are happy with the body swap, I suspect I'll be seeing them soon enough. At quarter past nine on Friday night I realised it had been exactly one week since the body swap. Mark came up to celebrate the occasion with a bottle of wine and some glasses. "It's been a tough week but were getting there, here's to three more weeks of good company and progress. Here's to you, Emma." He gave me a glass and we took a long sip together. "It is good to see you smile," he said after emptying it. I hadn't really noticed I wasn't doing it and had two more glasses of wine before tucking in and turning on the bedroom television to watch an old film called 'How Green was my valley' on the BBC. "My mum used to watch this," Mark said while settling down next to me, his referral was actually to my parents, wise to his demand I not talk of my past association, I kept silent but still thought about my mum yet knowing all he need to is touch me to find out I still cared about my family. We must have dozed off not ten minutes after the film started as I don't remember watching all the way through I woke up at eight o'clock on Saturday morning with him right next to me fully clothed and snoring, it's funny he said I was a light sleeper now yet that snoring didn't wake me up at all. Reg was standing up in his crib looking at us so I quietly picked him up and took him downstairs for breakfast. I had a throbbng pain down below and cut my breakfast in half to rest on the couch to try and settle it only it felt like it was getting worse, it wasn't a full bladder and certainly not my tum. When Mark came down he just took one look at me saying I was past the worst they can get at thirty years old and should be thankful. He said there would be a few more days of this but it would settle, he then realised I had no clue what he was talking about and explained 'cramps'. I began typing this at mid day and it's now early evening, I really need a walk but it's snowing outside again. It will be Christmas in ten days and a hour ago I remembered I don't have to get any presents for anyone I know. I wanted to join the family on Christmas Eve, to pick from the buffet and join a sing along we have, Mark forbids it, he went around earlier this afternoon and fifteen minutes ago told me to forget it. He brought up my encounter with dad on Wednesday in a attempt to disuade me from wanting to go, reminded me to sever my past, but I don't think I can. He is right that I will have to let them go eventually, he says he is going to keep up appearences he will be here Christmas Eve but will go home on Christmas Day and I am forbidden to be there on both occasions, even as a girlfriend for fear I'll let things slip and complicate things for him.