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The Great Shift: Kylie - Part 1 DAY 1 ** Kylie shut her bedroom door with a slam. It wasn't fair. She'd promised Sophie that she would be able to come to her sleepover. Promised and sworn on her grandmother's grave and everything! But then Mummy had to say "No". Kylie opened her bedroom and slammed it again. "KYLIE!" her mother yelled from the kitchen. Kylie slammed the door a third time, then a fourth. "Kylie," called her mother, "you stop that this instant, or you'll be grounded for two weeks." Kylie paused. Two weeks, that was like forever. She continued to slam the door. "Muuuum," called Greg, her brother, from the lounge. "Make her stop. I'm trying to watch TV." "It's your fault too," yelled Kyle. "If you hadn't be such a big meanie and shared your stuff! And your stupid Gameboy was already broken anyways. It wasn't me! You should take better care of your things." She slammed the door extra hard for emphasis and was about to do so again when another hand grasped hers firmly and tore it away from the handle. "Mummy! You're hurting," Kylie shrieked. "Now listen here," her mother said. "You will stop all this nonsense this instant, or so help me god I'll get your father to give you a good hard smack once he gets home." Kylie bit down on her trembling lip and began to cry. "S'not fair," Kylie sobbed. The tears blurred her vision so she blinked them back. When she could see clearly again she found she was no longer standing in the doorway of her room. She was in a kitchen, but not her kitchen or Grandma's or Sophie's or Lara's or the kitchen or anybody she knew. It was a small room; any more than two people in this kitchen would be a squeeze. There were three walls she could see, a small smoke glass window on her left and presumably a door or doorway behind her. The stove and fridge and microwave and bench tops looked brand new. There wasn't a dishwasher. To her left there were a couple of framed photos of people she didn't know, a calendar and a wall mounted walkabout phone holder with phone. A woman screamed somewhere close by. Kylie began turning around and suddenly her unfamiliar surroundings were the last thing on her mind. Kylie turned, the movement felt wrong, every part of her body felt twice as large and three times as heavy. Her clothes moved against her skin in a way they hadn't before. She was now facing the kitchen doorway but she wasn't looking through it. She was looking down... and down. At feet that weren't her small dainty feet; jeans that covered legs too long to be her legs; a black shirt with a lady in a sexy pose on it; and muscular arms that made her old arms seem like twigs. Slowly, dreading what she might fell Kylie brought her hands up to her face. She filched as they rubbed against fine stubble. It felt like her Daddy's face when he hadn't shaved for a day. Hands trembling, she began to pat down the front of her shirt, feeling the hard muscles beneath. Kylie felt... something... shift between her legs. Hesitantly she removed a hand from her stomach to the front of her jeans. There seemed to be something solid pressing against the denim from the other side. Quickly she withdrew her hand. This isn't happen. Kylie thought. It's a Dream. A bad nasty nightmare! I want to wake up! I want to wake up! Awkwardly Kylie sat her new body down on the kitchen floor, bunched her knees up into her chest and hugged herself. She sniffled a few times but found that she was unable to cry. She clenched her eyes shut. Occasionally she opened them, hoping to discover herself changed back, but it never happened. Maybe next time, Kylie thought and shut her eyes again. "Jess. Jess," a woman's voice said. Kylie raised her head towards the voice. Was the woman talking to her? She opened her eyes to see who this person was. In the kitchen doorway stood a thin woman. She was wearing a yellow top and a pair of those cool shorts with the ripped hems that Mummy said that she, Kylie, wasn't allowed to have. The woman's hair looked all crazy and shook up, like hers did when daddy ruffled it. "Fucking A, Jess," the woman continued. "Can you believe this? What the fuck's happening. Jesus fucking Christ!" "Who's Jess and who are you?" Kylie said, then added, "I'm scared. I want mummy." The last part sounded strange in her new man's voice. Kylie began to laugh hysterically. The woman said the eff-word again, buried her face in her hands and began to cry. Kylie stopped laughing. "Did you change too?" she asked the woman. The woman said nothing and continued to sob. Kylie got shakily to her feet. "My name is Kylie Lee Hampton," she said. "My home is twenty-four Moresby street, Pee-Oh box one hundred and eighty three. My phone number is four eight five double six oh-two-oh. My Mummy's name is Candis. My Daddy's name is William. I have a brother called Greg. I go to Glenallyn primary school. I am in second grade. I am seven years old." The women looked up at her, dried her eyes and spoke. "Jesus," she said, "a fucking kid. This is fucked up." The woman paused, groaned and began running her fingers violently through her hair. Finally she said, "Name's Stephen, you could say we've already met... sort of. That's my body you're in. This is my apartment, mine and Jess's, my girlfriend. I'm in her body, but since you're me I don't have a goddamn clue where she is. I hope she's okay. The good news, I think, is that you're not far from home. Were in Patterson Close, number 14, that's five streets and a couple of turns down from Moresby" Stephen paused and then broke into a manic grin. "Oh God. I'm literally talking to myself, how fucking weird is that." Kylie didn't know what to say to this. She tried to remember what else you were supposed to tell trusted adults if you got lost. Could Stephen be trusted? Her thoughts were interrupted by a song. (I love myself... I want you to love me) She saw Stephen reach into a pocket and pull out a phone. The song was a ringtone, Kylie realised. (When I'm feelin' down... I want you above me) "Are you going to answer it?" Kylie asked. (I search myself... I want you to find me) "And who the fuck do I say I am? This is Jess's phone. If I answer it I'll sound like her," Stephen said. (I don't want anybody else... When I think about you I touch myself) There was a vibration from Kylie's left Jeans pocket. Kylie reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone. Stephen motioned for her to put it back. Kylie did. (oh no... oh no... oh no) Brrrrriinnggg... Brrrrriinnggg... Brrrrriinnggg... Kylie and Stephen looked at each other. Stephen put down Jess's phone and took picked up the walkabout phone. "Hello," she said nervously. "Yeah Pop it's me Stephen... Jesus Christ... yeah we still have power..." Stephen turned to Kylie and said, "It's not just us, it's everyone... almost," then continued talking into the phone. "Yeah I'm going to put the radio on now." The woman motioned for Kylie to follow her. Kylie nodded to show that she understood. Stephen led Kylie out of the kitchen through a lounge and dining area, then a short corridor and into a bedroom. She walked over to a small bedside table and began to fiddle with the buttons on a clock radio. A monotonous computed generated voice overlaid with static crackled into life. (This is the localised emergency broadcast signal. As of Three twenty eight PM Eastern Standard Time a majority of the population has switched bodies. At the current time there is reason to believe this this phenomenon is global. Please remain calm. If you are in a safe and secure location remain where you are...) Kylie sat down on the end of the bed. The walk from the kitchen to the bedroom had been an ordeal. Seeing the world from what felt like twice her old height made her lightheaded and dizzy. Every second step was a stumble and she had to concentrate hard just to put one foot in front of the other foot and not on top of it. Stephen was more surefooted but had stopped several times to tug at the crotch of her tight fitting shorts and to adjust straps of her bra. There was a wardrobe with a mirror door in front of her. Kylie looked into the eyes of her reflection, winced and almost looked away. (Do not seek out friends or loved ones. If you are in an unsafe location and need to movie do not attempt to drive anywhere. Stay clear of all major roads) Her new face had blue eyes and a big nose. Her hair was brown and had probably been cut short a few weeks ago but was starting to get messy again. Kylie frowned, then smiled and then smiled wider so that her teeth showed. (Power is unavailable in the following suburbs...) Kylie opened her mouth as wide as it could go, stuck out her tongue and then began pulling silly faces. Stephen gave her a "I am very weirded out right now" look and Kylie stopped. (An energy services contact number will be available soon, until then sit tight and remain calm. This is the localised emergency broadcast signal. As of Three twenty eight...) Kylie and Stephen waited in silence as the automated message repeated itself. When the message began repeating for the third time Stephan began to pace speaking into the phone as she did so, "Yes Pop, I'm fine. A bit shaken, fuck who wouldn't be, but fine." There was a murmuring from the phone which meant that the person on the other end was saying something. But what it was Stephen's Grandpa was saying Kylie couldn't make out. "I don't know Pop..." Stephen stopped pacing and with her free hand adjusted the waistband of her shorts. "I just don't know." There was another vibration from Kylie's pocket. It was Stephen's mobile again. Kylie took it out and set it down on the bed next to her. Suddenly Stephen shouting into the phone, "I don't fucking know and don't say shit like that! She'll be Okay, She..." It seemed to Kylie that Stephen was going to say more but then the woman stopped herself mid-sentence. She took several deep breaths. Finally she said "How are the others doing..." The phone murmured for a couple of seconds. This time Grandpa didn't have much to say. "Grandma?" asked Stephen, then a long pause while the man, or maybe woman Kylie reminded herself, replied. "Kevin?" asked Stephen. (Murmur, murmur) went the phone. "Mum? Dad?" (Murmur. Murmur, murmur.) "Shit!" Stephen said under her breath then continued, "No, I'm sure that it doesn't mean a thing." (Murmur, murmur, murmur. Murmur. Murmur, murmur.) "Yeah, Kylie, a little girl from up the road." (Murmur) "Too fucking right. Seven years old going on Twenty Two. She seems to be dealing with Okay though." There was a series of alternating murmurs from the phone and uh-huh's, yup's, Okay's and I will's from Stephen and then the call was over. "Goodbye," said Stephen as she hung up or was hung up on. (...This is the localised emergency broadcast signal. As of Three twenty eight...) the radio began to repeat its message again. The words were a bit different this time but it was saying the same sort of stuff. "Was your Grandpa Okay?" Kylie asked Stephen. Stephen signed and sat down next to her. "He's fine. He's still his old self, he wasn't swapped with anyone." (Be on the lookout for fallen power lines, broken water mains and assorted wreckage.) "And the rest of your family." "My Grandmother got swapped with their carer, Andrea, and fainted as soon as she realised. Pop still has no idea who ended up with Grans body. She was asleep when it happened and is still sleeping. She has a bad heart and Grandad's scared that if he wakes her up the shock might... you know... whoevers in there. He tried calling my parents but he couldn't get through. He's going to try my brother now." "This is really big, isn't it?" Kylie said. "Yeah." (... residents in the following areas are advised to boil all water before drinking...) "Um... you had another call while you were talking." Kylie picked up the phone from the bed and handed it to Stephen. "Maybe they left a message. You could call them back." "Good idea," Stephen replied as she took the phone. "You should go to the kitchen and get Jess's phone. We should find out who was calling her." "Alrighty," Kylie said and stood up. Walking still caused Kylie a great deal of discomfort but this time she knew what to expect and made it to the kitchen and back without stumbling once. When she got back she held out the phone showing Stephen the message on the screen: "You have one missed call." Stephen handed Kylie the walkabout phone and took Jess's mobile. "You should try to call your folks," he said and held up the two mobiles. "I'll check the these." Kylie nodded, and hands trembling keyed her number into the Walkabout phone. She was answered straight away. "Hello, this is Patricia MacLean," said her mother's voice. "Patty!" Kylie exclaimed. Patricia was one of Mummy's friends who lived in the house two doors down. Kylie thought she was nice. Whenever she came to visit always brought the yummiest homemade muffins or biscuits or scones. "Uh... this is Kylie talking" Kylie continued. There was a sharp intake of breath from Patricia. "Well I'm sure that your Mother will be very glad to hear that you're okay." "Can I talk to her?" blurted Kylie. "Him dearie, she's in your brother's body, and in a minute, he's on the loo." "Is Greg okay?" "Greg is... he ended up with your body and is beside himself about it. She's locked himself away in her room and was hollering and screaming and throwing things around until just before you called. I think the little bastard might have worn himself out." Kylie flinched. Hearing someone describe someone who looked and sounding just like her or her as she used to be, as a naughty word hurt. And it wasn't just friendly swearing like when Daddy called Uncle Benjamin a "miserable eff-word" or "right c-word" whenever he came to visit and the two shared some beers or Stephen's "stressed-out" swearing. Patty meant it. Patty and Greg didn't like each other much. Patty worked as a Teachers aid at school and often helped out Greg's teacher Mrs Linton who was pregnant. She'd told Mummy about how Greg and his friends were bullying Tommy a special needs kid who had joined the class. Kylie winced as she remembered how angry Greg had been after Mummy and Daddy had grounded him and how he'd taken it out on her. It occurred to Kylie that with her new body Greg would never be able to take it out on her again. "Oh," said Kylie finally. "And how are you faring Kylie?" asked Patty. "Well..." "Kylie dear," interrupted Patty. "Can you wait a split-second. I can hear the toilet flushing; your mother should be here soon. I'll put you on speaker... and there we go... and you can tell us both." "That's okay," said Kylie. "And here he come's now... Candis it's you daughter on the phone." "Kylie! Thank Heavens! You're alright!" shouted her brother's voice. "You are alright aren't you?" "Yes Mummy, I'm fine." "Where are you? Who are you?" "I'm a..." was all Kylie was able to say before her mother interrupted her. "Is there anyone we know with you? Are you safe? Are you..." "Calm down Candis," said Patty then continued "Kylie, you wanted to say something" Kylie took a deep breath and told Mummy and Patty about what had happened to her since the switch. "...so then Stephen suggested that I phone you," she finished. "Well it sounds like you've been a very brave girl," said Patty. "Brave girl," echoed Mummy. "My brave girl." "Do you think that you can go on being brave?" continued Patty. "I think so." Again it was Patty who responded.. "That's good. Now we have to go. Before you called we phoned up your fathers work. They don't know where he is but things are a bit unorganised as you can imagine. They said that they would try to find out what happened to him and call us back. They can't do that if we're using the phone. You want to find out what happened to your Dad don't you" "Yes," said Kylie. "And are you going to call back when you find out." Kylie turned to Stephen who was busy pressing buttons on Jess's phone. "What's your phone Number?" she asked. Stephen gave it to her and she parroted it into the phone. Then Kylie asked Patty to say the number back to her like Mummy and Daddy did when they gave out their phone number. "Promise you will call back," said Kylie. "Yes," said Patty. "Even if it is very bad news?" This time it took Patty a while to respond. "Yes. Goodbye Kylie. Stay strong." "Goodbye Patty. I love you Mummy." Then Patty hung up and the call was over. Kylie held the phone out in front of her and looked at it intently. Then she let go and watched it drop onto the bed. Stephen looked up at her. "How are the folks holding up?" "My Brother is in my body. He's having a tantrum about it." Kylie forced a smile. "Mummy's scared. She's in my brother's body. Mummy's friend is in charge. She's Mummy. Daddy was at work. Nobody knows how he is yet." "We can only hope." "Did you check the messages yet?" "Yeah. Jess got a call from a girlfriend freaking out about the crazy shit was going down around her. She wasn't swapped as far as I can tell. I got another call like that from one of my mates. There was a call from my brother in Newark saying how he got switched with junior soccer coach in the middle of a practice and wondering if this is a national thing. While you were on the phone there were a couple of texts from friends asking if I was OK." "So what do we do next?" "I thought I might change the unavailable and answerphone messages for all the phones to something explaining what's going on here. Then I'll text anyone who has tried to contact me and say I'm fine and ask them to call back and leave a message. It's better than answering each call and text as they come and missing half of them, which is what will happen if they keep coming at the same rate. It also frees us up a bit to do other things like checking to see if there is anyone in any of the other apartments." "Is there anything I can do?" asked Kylie. "Not really. Look, if you're hungry help yourself to anything out of the fridge and cupboards. There's a bathroom down the other end of the corridor if you want a bit of privacy." "Oh," said Kylie as she realised what Stephen was suggesting. "I'm not..." Kylie paused. Why not, she thought. Because looking at other people's private parts is a naughty thing to do, she told herself sternly, you know that. But that's not what you'll be doing, another part of her added. But that's what it'll feel like; this isn't my body, she told herself. And what if you never switch back, she thought, you'll have to sometime. Stephen said that it was Okay... sorta. She's a GROWN UP. Why not? "um... I'll be in the Bathroom, if you need me," Kylie said then turned her back of Stephen before she could see how she would react and left the room as quickly as possible. Once she was out in the corridor Kylie slowed down. She paused at the doorway to the lounge and then took two steps back, looked over her shoulder, took a deep breath and starting moving forwards again. The bathroom door was ajar. Kylie stopped, reached out to push it fully open and hesitated. The hairs prickled on the back of her neck. Her heart pounded. There was a strange throbbing sensation from between her legs. Kylie grasped the door handle firmly and pushed. She followed the swinging door into the room, tightened her grip on the handle and swung it shut. Kylie surveyed the room. In front of her was a shower cubical and toilet; to her left was a towel rail, to her right was sink cabinet and above that a mirror. Up until now she'd been doing everything slowly, the next few things she did in a rush in case she lost her nerve. She stepping in front of the mirror and removed her shirt. The shirt caught on her head. Kylie gave it a vigorous tug and it was off. She threw the shirt against the towel rail where it hung for a split second before falling to the floor. Then she unzipped her fly, fumbled with the button, slipped her hands down sides of the jeans and underneath the elastic waistband of her undies and pushed down. The jeans and underpants crumpled around her ankles. When her curiosity was satisfied, and after she'd worked up the courage to face her bodies previous owner, Kylie left the bathroom. As she walked down the corridor she was more conscious than ever of the differences between her old and new bodies. She glanced down at the front of her jeans. The faint bulge in the shifting denim fascinated her. She looked ahead and tried to think of other things. It grew larger when she thought about it or touched it. Kylie wondered if this was to make going to the toilet standing up easier. Whatever the reason it made her feel strange. The bedroom door was shut. Maybe... Kylie tapped a fist gently against the wood then knocked a little harder. "Hello, can I... is it..." "I'm in the kitchen," answered Stephen's voice. "Would you like me to fix you a drink?" "um... Okay," said Kylie her voice shaking. "We've got Breakfast juice, which is Orange and Mango and Pineapple all mixed together or something, or Milo. Water too I guess." "Uh... a water would be okay." "Righto" Kylie made her way to the kitchen to find Stephen had been busy turning the room inside out. The bench tops were cluttered with pots, pans, plastic containers, sauce bottles and packaged food. The fridge and freezer doors were open and Stephen was looking over its contents. She was holding a glass in one hand which she passed to Kylie. Kylie took it and began to sip. "I'm just seeing what we have" Stephen said half to Kylie half to herself "two, three meals worth of meat and a few more of pasta and a few more again of rice. If we ration it maybe two weeks, maybe two and a half weeks of cereal, tinned stuff, muesli bars, dried noodles and fruit and veg. We've still got running water and the radio says that it's still safe to drink but that could change. If we plan for the worst we should be able to..." Stephen shut the fridge looked at the cluttered bench top and continued, "...store enough to last till the food runs out. We'll need to freeze up some ice while we've still got power to keep the fridge cool in case the electricity goes." "Is there going to be a blackout?" Kylie whimpered. Why was she frightened? Blackouts weren't scary. In daytime they were boring because you couldn't watch TV and the air conditioner stopped and you got hot. Night-time blackouts were exiting; Kylie remembered how Daddy pretended to be the bogeyman. He would creep around in the dark and then just when she least expected it he would jump out and tickle her until she shrieked with laughter. Then she would pretend to be the bogeywoman and try to get him back. Blackouts weren't scary. But Stephen was acting like this blackout would go on forever. Stephen picked up an empty milk bottle from the bench, half-filled it from the tap and shook it vigorously. "I don't know," she said as she emptied the bottle into the sink and began to refill it. When it was full she screwed on the plastic cap and placed it in the freezer. Kylie gulped down the remaining water in her glass and said nothing. Stephen rinsed and filled a thermos. She handed it to Kylie. "See if you can find a place for this in the fridge," she said. Kylie set down her glass and obeyed. They worked in silence. Stephen would fill a water bottle or container. Kylie would put it in the fridge or freezer, wherever it fitted best. Then Stephen would look over her shoulder and more often than not motion her aside and re-arrange things. When the fridge was full Stephen began to put the containers on the bench. Kylie wondered what she was supposed to do now. She decided to arrange them in order of smallest to biggest. Eventually Stephen stopped filling things and turned off the tap. Kylie passed her a metal pot which she put right back on the bench. "We'll need that to cook with," she said. "Oh..." "So, I suppose, I guess." Stephen paused and looked away. "Are there any questions you wanted to ask?" "Oh." Kyle felt her cheeks grow hot. She began to fidget with her hands. "To be honest if you think you're able to deal with everything yourself for the time being I'd really prefer you not to." "Okay," said Kylie. She meshed her fingers together. How did the rhyme go again? This is the church, this is the steeple... "But if you're really scared or concerned about something don't be afraid to..." Kylie's penis was feeling funny again. Ignore it and it will go away, Kylie thought. How did the rhyme end? Open the doors, and there's... what? "I... think I can deal with it," she said. "Okay, fine... uh... Good." "Are we going to go out to see if we can find anybody else? You said we were going to do that before" Kylie thought she heard Stephen breathe a sigh of relief. "Sure," Stephen said and patted the pockets of her shorts. "Yup, got the keys so we can get back in. Let's go." They building that they were was broken up into five apartments and a laundry room which all opened into a central corridor. Stephen and Jess's apartment was number four. Kylie followed Stephen as she walked to the end of the corridor and then down to the main entrance knocking on doors and calling out names as she did so. Number five belonged to someone called Robert. Stephen said that he would be working and probably wouldn't have been home and the same for the occupants of number three, Sharon and Lisa. She knocked on both doors anyway. Stephen said that number two didn't have anybody living there at the moment. She banged on the door just in case. Number one belonged to Neil. Stephen thought that he might have been home when the big switcheroo happened since his car was still in the parking lot. No one answered. Stephen swore. They went outside. Kylie half expected everything to be all smashed up like and crazy people running around everywhere like in that end of the world show that Mummy had gotten angry at Daddy for showing her watch. In the show everyone had gone blind cause they'd all looked at some funny shooting stars cept this one man who was in hospital and some other people who had been asleep. The first part when all the survivors were being nasty and mean to one another had been really scary. Then some super fake looking plant monsters started attacking everyone and it hadn't been scary any more. Anyway that was it was a made up story and Mummy said that people in made up stories acted differently to people in real life. People in real life were much nicer and more sensible. She needn't have been worried. A tall fence surrounded the property, if there were any crazy people running around they wouldn't be able to get in. Between the building and the fence was a large expanse of concrete that stretched to within a meter of the fence where it ended and a strip of grass began. On the concrete parallel to each other were two shade structures; metal poles supporting a corrugated iron roof. Under one of these structures were parked two cars. They walked out into the car park. Stephen made for the smaller of the cars. Kylie stopped in the middle and looked back towards the building. A narrow concrete pathway ran along each side of the building and both were boarded with decorative shrubs and small plants. "Kylie," called Stephen. "Could you come over here for a second." Kylie came. Stephen pointed up at a metal beam than ran the length of the shade structure. "Would you be able to feel along the top of that, I'm having trouble reaching." "What are you looking for?" "Robert usually leaves a spare set of keys up there." "Oh, Okay." Even with her newly acquired height Kyle had to stretch to reach the beam but she could reach it. She could reach it! Kylie felt elated as she ran her hand along the beam. She missed a lot of things about her old body but being little was not one of them. She found the key's and passed them to Stephen. "Why do you need Robert's keys?" Kylie asked. "So that if we need to we can get to the food in his apartment and anything else useful he might have." "But that's stealing!" "For fucks sake!" Stephen snapped, then added in a calmer voice, "Look we won't take anything that isn't ours straight away. Is that alright? Maybe Robbie will show up and we can ask his permission, maybe the Red Cross will show up with aid packages and we won't have to take anything. Probably in a few days everyone will figure that since no one's out their lobbing Molotov cocktails through widows and raping and pillaging to their hearts content (and I don't think anyone is doing anything like that around here) it's safe to come out and we can all share what we have. But right now we don't know if any of that is going to happen or how long it's going to take to happen so if we want to survive we need to ready for the worst." "I think I understand," Kylie said. "Good. Great... um... let's go and check around the back." "Okay." "And, if it makes you feel any better I know Robbie and I'm 95% certain that he wouldn't mind."