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Disclaimer: All people in this story are fictional and any resemblance
to living people is a cryin' shame. It was created to be a pleasant
fantasy.
Bunk Beds - Chapter 3
By Isis Eris
Proteus Real Estate looked normal enough on the outside - it was in an
old two story brick building downtown. Old, but respectable looking. It
was only when you walked in when things start to get strange. You know
how sometimes in the summer, on a hot and muggy day, you walk into an
air-conditioned place and it feels like you just stepped into a
different world? It was like that, except instead of going from hot to
cool it went from normal to weird.
Nothing stood out as being overly strange inside - it looked like a
pretty basic office, with an older fellow at the reception desk. There
were chairs in a waiting area with a table beside them offering some
magazines, there was a ceiling fan that seemed to be on its last legs,
and there were bookshelves resting against the soft pastel walls.
But there was something in the air - a sort of invisible fog, weighing
everything down. Maybe the contents of the building were too normal? Is
that possible? I turned my attention to the man at the desk. He must be
in his mid-60's, with a fuzzy white beard and some wisps of hair
adorning the sides of his head. He was hunched over, and kind of
nervous. It was his eyes that bothered me - they looked sad, and scared.
"Hello, we called just a bit ago," Jenna said. "We made an appointment
with the landlord."
He turned to look at a door behind him - which was clearly the owner's
office - and then back to look at the five of us gathered there.
"Yes, yes. I will tell her that you have arrived," he said, with a soft
and wavering voice.
The older fellow walked over to the office door and opened it just
enough to stick his head in and then said a few words too quiet for us
to hear. Then he came back and sat at his seat once more.
"She is ready to see you," the man said. "You may go ahead."
The five of us entered the room, and there she was. She was reclining in
her chair with her long legs propped up on the desk and some papers on a
clipboard in her lap. The woman looked to be in her late 20's and was
African American. Her hair was natural, long, and curly - she had a
headband on that forced the hair back so none of it was in her face. The
features of her face had a sternness to them that gave the impression of
a librarian suspicious of the teenagers that just walked in. This
mysterious woman was wearing a black pinstripe suit, with the stripes
alternating between red blue and white, which gave a hint of dark
mischief.
She looked up at us. "Hello," she said. "Just call me Dee. What can I do
for you girls?"
Apparently even my landlady considered me one of the girls.
"We want out of our lease," Jenna said, firmly.
Dee nodded and said, "Okay."
Jenna was taken a bit back - she had obviously been expecting more of a
fight. "That's it?"
"Well," Dee started, "There's the matter of payment."
"Payment?" Jenna asked.
"Of course. It was clearly stipulated in your lease that should you and
your fellow tenants decide to break your lease that you would pay five
months rent in penalty and forfeit your deposit."
"Did we really sign that?" Karen asked.
"Yeah," Beth said. "But we weren't expecting to have to break the
contract then."
"Five months rent!? How is that fair?" Cindy asked.
Dee turned her intense gaze down towards the Asian girl who had just
spoken. "I think you've noticed that this apartment is of above-average
quality for its meager price range. The rooms in your building are
rented out at a loss every month. I'm not heartless - I know how hard it
is on students to find affordable housing here. But if the lease is
broken and my kindness rejected then I expect compensation in return."
The five of us fell silent. There was no way in hell we could raise that
kind of money, but it was also obvious that everything she said made
sense in a logical and business-y manner. I noticed, though, that as we
were thinking, her attention fell onto Beth - and with some intensity.
Her eyes had the alertness of someone who was interested, as opposed to
her cool and detached demeanor she had when talking about leases.
Then her eyes locked onto mine and it was clear she knew that I had seen
her observing Beth. It was a dangerous glare - a warning.
Finally, Beth spoke up. "Have any previous tenants had problems with our
particular apartment?"
Dee shook her head.
"Nothing weird or strange happened to them while they lived there?"
"There were no burglaries, or accidents, or natural disasters at the
premises."
"Yeah," Beth said cautiously, "But those are all normal things. Was
there anything strange that happened there?"
Dee's eyes narrowed. "I'm afraid I don't believe in the paranormal, if
that's what you're alluding to. There is no magic in this world, only
rattling pipes and mice in the walls. I would never listen to a tenant's
ghost stories or such nonsense."
"But what about those freaky ass bunk beds?" Cindy demanded.
A wry smile appeared on Dee's lips. "I'm afraid I haven't heard them
referred to as 'freaky-ass' before. They're antiques, and worth a
fortune. You see, I don't actually own the building your apartment is
in. My clients - who wish to remain anonymous - are the property owners,
but they've contracted me to take care of all of the mundane landlord
stuff. The bunk beds are family heirlooms of my clients and they wish
them to remain on the property for sentimental reasons."
"Can we sublet the place, then?" Karen asked.
"Usually, yes, but you signed away your right to sublet in return for
free parking."
Silence, again.
"While it certainly hurts you now, it does save you an extra $100 a
month. That's $1,200 in a lease period," Dee said.
I think that was intended to come across as comical. You know the sort
of in-joke that only someone who has spent twenty billion years in their
profession could appreciate.
"Do you still wish to be released from your lease?"
"No," Jenna said, softly.
"Very well. I'm glad we had this opportunity to talk; I do so rarely
get to chat with my tenants. If you should ever need maintenance or have
any other questions on your lease feel free to contact me again."
Dee smiled a hollow smile.
My roommates walked out of the room in various states of anger and
disappointment, but something in Dee's eyes told me to wait a bit.
"She has a wonderful body, doesn't she?" Dee asked me softly.
I knew she was talking about Beth. And I didn't say anything, but I
think my attraction to Beth shone through my eyes. For a brief moment I
actually felt connected to Dee. Then the moment passed, and dullness
returned to her eyes, and I turned and left.
***
We decided to eat breakfast at Perkins after our less than satisfactory
meeting with our land lady. I had some really fluffy strawberry pancakes
with extra strawberry syrup on top. Delicious.
"I think we're stuck with this place," Jenna sighed.
"So what are we going to do about the magic bunk-beds?" Cindy asked.
"Or, more specifically, where is Loren going to sleep?"
Everyone picked at their breakfast and no one volunteered their room.
"I guess I could just sleep on the couch. I usually don't get along well
with couches, but it's probably better than just body hopping."
"For real," Cindy said.
***
I caught a ride back to the apartment. But after that everybody except
Beth had to run off and do things - Cindy and Jenna had classes, and
Karen went to the gym. I hung out at my desk for a while, trying out a
new game I got from a Steam sale. It was an action-RPG with co-op play.
I figured if it was really good I might buy a copy for Beth so she could
play, too.
Not too long later, I got a call on my cellphone. It turned out to be
the owner of a local mom and pop used video games store named 'Games!
Games! Games!' The owner had looked at the application I had sent in and
thought I might be a good match for his store; we set up an interview
for two days from today. Finally, some good news! It's true that the
pay was probably pretty low, but so far all of the other applications I
had sent out had just been flat-out ignored - even Burger King hadn't
responded to me yet. So it was nice to finally get noticed by somebody,
somewhere. And hey, if I saved up enough money maybe I could buy my own
bed. Or a couch with a fold out bed! Something nice like that. Then I'd
be living the life!
I ran into Beth's room and told her the good news. She had been sitting
at her desk half-heartedly working on an essay but got up and gave me a
hug after I told her just happened. I was really stoked; I ended up
hanging out with her awhile and talking about silly stuff. Once we had
calmed down the conversation took a sharp turn into serious territory.
"What was it like?" she asked me, eventually.
"Being a girl?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"It really wasn't that different from being a guy. Well, other than the
body changes, I mean. It's more like all of the other people had
changed, and the world around me got about four inches taller. But just
the - ah, act of living - felt pretty much the same."
"Interesting," Beth said. "I asked Cindy the same question, and she
thought everything seemed different. She said there was just this
general feeling of wrong-ness, and that it all felt 'gross'."
I shrugged. "She was probably just upset. It did feel kind of like a
peeping tom, though. It was like I was looking into Cindy's window, but
the window wasn't one on a house, it was the window through which she
saw the world. Usually people don't get to look into other peoples'
windows like that, so that view is private. I was invading that
privacy."
"What exactly happened on that day, between you and Cindy? I know
something went wrong."
I hesitated. Which of the secrets were mine, and which secrets were
Cindy's?
"You know you can trust me. I've always kept your secrets before."
"That's true. I do trust you," I said. "It was all going pretty well,
until the lecture was over. Her friend Kendra and I went off to look for
a copier and she started making out with me. I freaked out and ran away
from her."
"Your first kiss?" Beth asked in surprise.
I blushed.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Your first kiss should have been with someone
special."
Like you, I thought to myself.
"But why is Cindy so upset then? I didn't know she was bi, but it
doesn't sound like that bad of a thing."
"She's not bi. She just goes along with it so Kendra thinks she's cool."
"So you've forced her to deal with a conflict she's been putting off. I
guess that makes sense."
Silence again.
"I think it would be interesting to see the world through a guy's eyes,"
Beth said.
"Really?"
"Sure. Maybe if I were in a guy's body for a day I would understand the
male gender better. You know, people act like the two genders are so far
apart that neither will ever truly be able to understand one another.
Switching sexes would help me better understand the world."
"That's looking at the glass half-full," I said and laughed.
"Yeah. But these bunk bed things...I don't trust them. It switched you and
Cindy back, but there's no guarantee that will happen every time. It
could have an energy limit, or if some entities are controlling the
process, they could just leave. It would be horrible to get stuck in the
wrong body forever."
I nodded.
"And then...There's that thing where the two people have to engage in a
sexual act in the Bajoran wormhole," she said.
"My first thought was of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, too!"
"Right? I doubt the Prophets would condone sex in their holy temple. But
in order to switch bodies with a guy, I'd pretty much have to have sex
with him. That's such an intimate act! I don't know if I could bear to
share that experience with just anybody. It's not something I've shared
with anyone, so far."
"It is pretty awkward. I try not to think about what Cindy and I did to
one another. I figure it's just a dream, so it doesn't count."
"We don't know it's a dream," Beth said softly.
"What?"
"Aliens could be beaming us up into their ship. Or ghosts or extra-
dimensional beings could be dragging us into limbo when the switch
happens. Maybe the military is conducting some kind of test on us? We
know that the results of what happens in that void are real, but we have
no idea what's actually going on when we're in the void."
I felt a terrible churning in my stomach and it seemed like the
temperature in the room just dropped like twenty degrees. I had been too
busy facing the weirdness of being in another body to really think about
the actual process of what was going on. The forces that we were dealing
with were powerful, and that horrified me. What if something worse than
a bit of body-swapping happened to us? Or if we did something that the
bunk-beds deemed 'wrong', and they just decided to kill us?
"If we ever use the bunk-beds again, let's set up cameras," Beth said.
"I suppose that could work," I said.
But what if it did work? Would it be scarier to live in the mystery of
not knowing the forces at work, or to actually stare them in the face?
***
It had turned out to be a pretty good day. Even if we couldn't get out
of the lease, we had a plan of attack, and I had an interview coming up.
That new game had turned out to be pretty good, too.
All of my optimism faded away when I tried to sleep on the couch. After
the first hour of lying there I tried reading a book. As the next two
hours passed I got farther into my book without getting any closer to
sleep - I realized that this was a problem. I really wanted to sleep,
but I was denied that relief.
So I tried to sleep on the floor for an hour. It didn't work.
Then I tried sleeping on the coffee table. I might have gotten about
twenty minutes of sleep there, but I might have also just spaced out.
So I thought maybe if I played on my 3DS some then maybe I'd make myself
more tired and I'd fall right asleep. I was already tired, though - my
eyes were burning and a headache was forming. Playing the 3DS was kind
of fun, but after turns on the couch, the floor, and the coffee table
again, it proved to be fruitless endeavor.
***
I thought I had fallen into a dream when I saw Karen walking around in
nothing but her sweatpants; the clock said 5:25 AM. Her long blonde hair
hadn't been braided yet and it hung over her body, occasionally hiding
her breasts and occasionally revealing them. She went out into the
kitchen and started pouring herself a bowl of cereal and such. I coughed
and cleared my throat, to let her know that I was both present and
awake, but she didn't notice - or didn't care. So I got up and sat next
to her at the kitchen table.
"You're up pretty early," I said, not looking at her.
"Yeah," she said. "Today my first class is pretty early. But my day
isn't right if I don't go to the gym first. So I get up super early to
go for a work-out."
"You're half naked," I said, finally.
"Yeah," she agreed between bites of cereal.
"That doesn't bother you?"
"No. Does it bother you?"
"Yes," I admitted. "I feel kind of perverted looking at you."
"It really doesn't matter to me. My body is just a body. It's just skin
and meat. I'd much prefer to just not wear clothes at all and feel the
air on my skin at all times. But society's kind of weird about that."
"It doesn't bother you that I'm a guy?"
"Why should it?"
"I'm straight."
"If you get turned on by seeing me naked, that's your own fault. Nudity
by itself doesn't have to be a sexual thing. It isn't for me."
I looked at her breasts. They were probably about a B-cup; her breasts
didn't come across as either big or small and in fact complimented her
body nicely.
"Are tits still interesting after you've had your own?" Karen asked.
"Yes," I said, shyly.
"Is it true that your tits are bigger than Cindy's? I didn't really get
a good look that one night."
"Yeah, it's true," I said.
"Show me."
I hesitated a moment, but then took off my shirt.
"Nice," she said. "The boob-order of this apartment officially goes
Cindy, you, me, Beth, and then Jenna."
"Beth might be bigger than Jenna," I said.
"No. It only seems that way because Beth has such a small body. Trust
me, Jenna's bigger."
"Does knowing the size of my - chest - affect how you see me?" I asked.
"No. It's just a bunch of excess fat and milk ducts in the end."
After that Karen was done with her breakfast and put the dishes in the
sink. She was about to walk away when an idea popped into my head.
"Hey, Karen, wait. Since you're going out, can I sleep in your bed?"
"Go for it."
I sighed in relief. "Thank you."
Perhaps I would get some sleep tonight after all.
***
My body was so full of adrenaline that I couldn't sleep. It's like when
I'd stay up all night to work on a big assignment in high school:
Eventually, my body got the message that it needed to stay up and it
wouldn't go to sleep even when I told it too. So I ended up lounging
around in Karen's bed for a while. Then I got up again and watched some
TV, played on my laptop some, and generally wasted the day in a washed-
out daze.
My grip on time was getting pretty fuzzy at this point, but eventually
Cindy came back to the apartment and sat down on the couch next to me.
"Hey punk-face," she said to me while not looking at me.
"Hi, Cindy."
"About the Kendra thing," She started. "I guess it's not really fair for
me to harp on you, since it was my fault for being so - fake, I guess.
That being said, I'm still not happy about the whole thing. So I'm not
going to say I'm sorry. Let's just forget this."
"Are you and Kendra still friends?" I asked.
"No."
"Do you think you ever might be again?"
Cindy shrugged. "I thought this being yourself bullshit was supposed to
be easier after high school."
After giving me those words of wisdom she promptly left.
***
The day passed by in a murky haze for me. I did some stuff; not all of
it fast or well. I talked to my roommates a little bit. My body still
would not quit. Night came and nobody wanted to offer a bunk bed to me.
I tried to sleep on the couch again, and couldn't. Nor could I sleep on
the floor. Or the coffee table. My job interview is in five hours now
and I haven't had a full night's sleep in two days.
What on earth am I going to do?
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