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The Red Camaro pulled into the Applebee's lot in Kansas City. Nothing
out of the ordinary about the scene as it was the same one that played
out day after day. The dark haired woman driving seemed to be on a
mission. She was dressed casually but still stylish. She exited the car
and walked inside and got a booth. She was carrying a large Coach purse.
Her makeup was barely noticeable as it was well applied. The college
aged waitress came to take her order to which she requested an Amaretto
Sour, a perfect drink to calm her nerves.
As she sat there, she thought about how this afternoon was going to go.
Either way, it was going to be a quick meeting. She had budgeted about
an hour and a half for this. Even if Connie showed up, which was going
to be surprising itself, there was only a one in a million chance she
was stay for the whole story. And even if she did, and believed it, this
was to be the first meeting. You have to have a plan and stick to it.
As the drink came, she couldn't help but reflect on the situation as it
has played out. Nine months ago her life all changed. How was she going
to explain this to Connie? Make her believe? She decided to ease into
the story, then let the chips fall where they may. Nothing was going to
change, really. She was still going to go back to the trailer park at
the end of the day.
As her thoughts bounced over the details of the past, he almost missed
Connie coming in. She was looking around for the mystery woman who so
cryptically asked to meet her. When she finally saw Connie and waved to
her, she had a moment of apprehension. Should she tell Connie the truth
or simply go with her plan B and lie. No, she was there to tell the
truth and see where it leads.
She had not seen Connie in so long. Connie had put on some weight but
still looked as beautiful as she remembered her. Except that her face
looked worn out, like a person under a large amount of stress. The smile
that each exchanged was clearly forced. Connie asked, "Leslie?" and she
replied with a simple, "Yes." Connie sat down and began the
conversation, as though she too was on a time schedule.
"I'm not sure where to start. Your call was so cryptic. Are you an ex-
girlfriend of Bill's? Because if you are and you are trying to convince
me he's an asshole then you're behind the curve. And if you are trying
to get money or something from me, then you obviously don't know my
situation too well."
"I'm not here for money. Well at least not to get any from you. Let me
start with that." With that, she reached into her purse and pulled out a
manila envelope which she handed to Connie.
Connie opened the envelope while making a face of disbelief. Inside were
three cashier's checks. One made out to her in the amount of $50,000 and
one to each of her daughters in the amounts of $40,000 each. Connie then
asked, "Am I suppose to cash these and give you part of the money back
for you to send it to the King of Nigeria as a partial payment on your
lottery win? Really, is this why you called me here? Did Bill put you
up to this? He knows that I'm broke." Her annoyance was clearly coming
through in the tone of her voice.
"I don't want anything from you. And those checks are real and they are
part of a promise that I made a long time ago, a promise that I have
failed to keep and am only trying to make right. If you let me explain,
you may believe me or you can think I'm crazy and walk out at any time.
Either way, those checks are for you and the girls. They are real and
they are for you to do with as you feel fit."
Connie stared across the table measuring up the woman that was sitting
across from her. She was a pretty woman with exquisite eyes. There was
something familiar about her but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Okay, you got 15 minutes of my time. Then I'll reevaluate and see where
it goes from there."
"I've played this meeting out in my mind hundreds if not thousands of
times. It never works out well there so here I go. About 9 months ago
when your husband met you and the girls in California, you noticed that
he changed, almost like he was a different person. Not really a
different person, but still changed somehow."
"Okay, that's right. It's no secret that was when our marriage took a
turn. It was in the divorce filings. He was different, like he had a
new, different personality. And you know this how?"
"I just do. And I'll get to that though not just yet. Before that, you
and he loved each other but the flame had gone out of the marriage, did
it not?"
"I'm not sure I want to get into that with you. You call me here with a
story about having important information about Bill and me, then you
give me almost $100,000 in what you say are legitimate checks for me and
the girls, and now you want me to discuss intimate details of my
marriage? Really? Okay, what the hell? I'm here. Yes, our marriage was
more like a mutual agreement than a couple. We were on the road to
divorce. Did Bill tell you this during a therapy session? You're a
counselor right? Or was it during a tryst?"
"Connie, I know this is difficult to understand but this is going
somewhere. I promise. Please bear with me. You believe that something
changed in the man you married? Even if the marriage had issues, he was
a different person who showed up in California. Was he not?"
"Yeah, he was different. It was almost, as crazy as this sounds, like
someone sucked Bill out of his body and replaced him with someone else.
He knew things that only Bill would have but he was different. He was
cold to the girls and me as well. That was not like him. Well, me yes,
but the girls no."
"Someone did suck his soul out and replace it with another. I know for a
fact that the person who you lived with the last 9 months, divorced, who
left you and your children alone with nothing, who embarrassed not only
himself but everyone that he should have held dear, was not the same
person you married."
"All-right.......how?" Connie said in a condescending tone.
"Because Connie, I'm Bill."
There was a long silence. Then......"Can I get you ladies anything?" chimed
in the waitress. Leslie asked for a refill on her drink. She also
ordered one for Connie.
As the waitress walked away to fill the order, Connie began, "How do
know that I drink Amaretto Sours and why do you think that I want one?"
"Connie. It's really me, Bill. I know you drink them because it's what
I've bought for you hundreds of times before. And if you don't drink it
or throw it on me, I think that I'm going to need it. It's been months
that I've waited to tell someone the truth and quite frankly, I'm shook
up by it."
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" she fired back. "Because if it is, I
don't find it funny at all. I mean....is there a microphone here? Is this
going to be on T.V.? If it is, I better get paid a lot of money. I told
you that I would give you 15 minutes. Well, you got five left. What's
the catch here?"
"There is no catch Connie. It's me. My body was stolen and I was left
with this one. It's true....ask me questions that only Bill would know. I
don't have any microphones in my ears if you want to check and no one is
feeding me answers. "
"Alright. I'll play just because I'm here and I'm getting a drink. You
miss one and I'm out of here. What new car of Bill's did we take on our
honeymoon?"
"One wrong and you go, huh? Tough crowd. Okay, I'll play too as that's
sort of a trick question. We didn't take my new car which was a Toyota
Camry. It broke down the day before the wedding when I was on my
bachelor party. Rick Harrigan put diesel fuel in because he was too
drunk to figure it out. The car sat for months because we couldn't
afford to get it fixed, insurance didn't cover the damage and Rick was
being a jerk about it claiming it wasn't his fault. He finally paid us
50% of the repairs. I had to drive my mother's old car, which was a red
Toyota Tercel in the meantime."
Connie sat that with her mouth agape. The waitress brought the drinks
and sat them down. Connie quickly downed hers and asked for another. The
stunned waitress stammered, "Sure..." and headed off.
"Okay. You tell me something about the birth of Ali. Only Bill and I
know."
"That Ali almost died during child birth and we lost her twin sister who
we were going to name Ani. You wanted to have a natural child birth so
badly because you wanted to seem strong. Ani's cord was prolapsed and
the doctor had to order an emergency "C" section. Ali made it but Ani
didn't. You made me promise to never tell because you didn't want anyone
to think it was your fault. We never told anyone that Ali had a twin.
She was buried in our family plot where you and I were, are to be
buried.
She was tearing up telling the story. Connie could see the pain in her
eyes. No one but her and Bill knew that and there was no way this woman
could feel the pain that she had seen Bill suffered with that dark
secret. "Bill?"
"It's me, in the flesh. I don't know what to say. I'm sorry for crying.
I'm just always so emotional about it and now I have hormones that make
it worse."
"How? I mean, how is this possible? I can't believe that you're my
husband in there."
"It's kind of a long story. The woman who you are looking at is Leslie
Anne Andover. She is or actually I am now 35 years old. I was born and
raised in Wakefield, Kansas. I have had to look at her reflection in the
mirror everyday, hear her voice, wear her clothes, and live her life
since that day last July."
"Okay. But how did this happen? Did a mad scientist switch your brains
and dump you off somewhere? I mean, what happened?"
"Please don't be angry with me. When you and the kids were in
California, I got lonely. I was surfing porn on the web and had a pop up
to meet with a woman for casual sex. I chatted with Leslie and we later
met up. Long story short, she stole my body and left me in hers."
"So you were cheating on me and this is what happened?"
"Yeah. Look I know I was wrong. The relationship that we had was cold,
non physical. I made a mistake and thought that a small fling might
somehow change my attitude."
"And you got your body stolen and me and the girls lives thrown into
turmoil?"
"I know. It was wrong. I got it. Trust me when I tell you I live this
punishment every day. There is no escape for me from it. It's literally
in my face each day I look into the mirror. I know the money can't make
up for it all but I felt that I had to do something."
"Do I dare ask where the money is from?"
"Investments. I invested my paychecks into the market like I always did
before. Just now I have more disposable income and can be riskier with
it than before. I mean other that my car, the trailer rent is really my
only bill."
"You're living in a trailer? Really? Oh my heavens. Wow. My husband is
trailer park trash. Anyway, why didn't you warn me? Reach out and let me
know what happened? Who was living with us in the house?"
"Oh right. Hey Connie, it's me Leslie but not really. I'm Bill in this
woman's body. How does that sound? Leslie threatened me after the swap.
Told me if I tried to make trouble she would have me arrested or sent to
a mental hospital. I mean she has all of my memories and I have all of
hers. Who was going to believe it? You? The cops? I had nothing. For all
intents and purposes, I am Leslie Anne Andover. I was born a little girl
35 years ago. I dropped out of high school, used drugs, was married to
Michael Snider who went to prison for bank robbery which is arguable if
she helped him plan it. If anyone checked, I have her DNA, fingerprints,
voice, face.....everything. Who would believe it, really?"
"Well if you had her memories, then you know how she did it? Don't you?
Why not swap back?"
"That's an interesting point. I know this is going to sound crazy too."
"And body swapping and identity theft of the 10th degree isn't?"
"True. But I think she sold her soul for the swap. In her memories, she
met an odd man who told her that for a price he would let her trade
places with anyone so long as the person agreed to the swap. It was a
onetime deal for her and once it was done, she was stuck in that life
until he came for her. All she had to do was get the person to agree to
the trade and she could do it."
"So not only did you cheat on me, but you agreed to this."
"No, I did not agree to the swap". Sighing...."I was tricked. Do you want
to know the intimate details?
"I think I need to know."
"Okay, okay. We met in a hotel room and she began to seduce me in a way
that was working me up. She kept asking me questions about if I liked
her body? Did I want her body? Did I want to give her mine? I was so
worked up. She was teasing me. I got to the point that I would have
agreed to anything. I passed out and then next thing I know, I'm a
woman."
"So you wake up in this woman's body. What happened next? Do you fight?
Protest? I mean, I can't imagine you just let this person walk away with
your life."
"Not exact...."
"What you mean Not exactly?"
"I woke up in his body. Well, actually I came to and she was...."
"She was what? Leaving?"
"Okay. There's no easy way to say it. She was fucking me."
"Oh my gosh. You had sex with yourself."
It's not like I agreed to it. I passed out and when I came to she was on
top of me. At first my eyes were closed. I didn't know exactly what was
going on. She was on top of me and I thought that.....And I was...All I know
is that...Well, you remember what you told me in college when I asked you
why some girls get stuck with these losers.
"Oh my, he made you cum didn't he or she? You know what I mean."
"Oh yeah. Not once, not twice, not three times...."
"You had multiple orgasms?"
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea that I was so lacking in bed for you. No
wonder it was more of chore for you. I obviously wasn't doing it right.
Now I know and can't do anything to make it right. Anyway, yes. I came
multiple times and when I finally realized that something wasn't right,
she came inside of me."
"You didn't get pregnant, did you?"
"No, that's another story we can discuss later. I can't get pregnant."
"Because of the swap?"
"No, because he had her tubes tied. That's what my OBGYN tells me."
"You've been to an OBGYN? Stir ups and everything?"
"Unfortunately, yes. I wanted to make sure that I didn't have some
disease or cancer. I originally thought that maybe she was dying from
something and that was why she did this but I have been checked and I
have no health issues. I am a perfectly healthy woman sad to say."
"So if that's not it, then why did she do it? Why a man? No offense, but
why your life and not someone like Donald Trump?"
"I guess she had to make due with what she could get. As to being a man,
from her memories, she felt that men had it easier. She wanted to have a
life that she felt she deserved and couldn't get because she was a
woman. Actually, she's a train wreck who creates her own problems. As I
said, I have her memories and she has mine. All of her knowledge and
past experiences are here in this brain. What I do not have is her
personality, her passions, and her penchant for screwing up her life.
Actually, I have my drives, my personality, and my passions are still in
here, same person for the most part, just with a different chassis."
"I'll say. That really explains a lot. Bill, I mean this Leslie, just
seemed to do the minimum and that was definitely not how you operate. I
think that she was going to get fired even before the sexual harassment
complaint."
"What? She got fired? I knew that she left the firm because I called.
But no one said she got fired! Well, no harm no foul for me anymore.
It's just hard to think that I worked my way all the way to the V.P. of
Finance only to have her throw it all away. I was up for Chief Financial
Officer when Mick retired next year."
"So I got to ask, how does it feel, being a woman? I mean, you're at
least a "C" cup now, maybe a "D". What do you think about breast now
that they're on your chest?"
"I have to say, it was hard at first. Having them jiggle, bounce, and
generally get in the way. They were a constant reminder to me that I
lost everything and everyone. Here is the rundown on the past 8 months.
Maybe that will clear up some things. Please, don't judge me. I was in
survival mode for a while but now got it under control."
After I left the hotel in this body, I drove home. She, Leslie, had
really screwed me, figuratively as well as actually. One of the reasons
she was able to make me cum so much is she was using cocaine. So, here I
was a coke head with no money and rent due. So you ask, how was she
making her rent? Prostituting herself to truck drivers that came through
the diner where I now was employed."
Connie gasped and made a face like she smelled bad oysters. "Oh my".
"Oh it gets worse. She had a "date" for the next night. And if I didn't
perform, I didn't make the rent and would get put out on the street."
"You didn't."
"Oh, I did. I had no choice. Homeless or prideless?"
"You always have a choice. Everyone does when they agree to do
something."
"Well, anyway. I didn't sleep with him for money if that makes it any
more palatable. I made that clear it was the last time that we were to
see each other and I didn't want any money. It wasn't going to change
what we did. And we did and I asked him if he would make a loan to me.
He agreed. We said our goodbyes and he left. That was it. I mailed him
the money that I owed him and have never seen him again since."
"So let me get this straight, you had sex with him just to have sex."
"Yeah. I did. After the night before, everything happening to me, I was
confused and sad to say, horny as all get up. I wanted to have sex
again. He was there and we, well, he and Leslie, had a relationship. My
mind was confused and I thought it might help him to agree to the loan.
So, yes, I slept with him. Obviously, I did it right because instead of
the $200.00 he was suppose to give Leslie before, I got $500.00 in a
loan which as I said I have already paid back. So, I managed to turn
lemons into lemonade. I made my rent, paid to get my driver's license
reinstated. She had a DWI suspension. And I put the rest into a savings
account. "
"I just can't get me head around the fact that you voluntarily had sex
with a man. I mean, you had sex with a man. You are the father of our
children. We were married all those years. What were you, a closet
homosexual all these years?"
"Connie, look at me. I am a woman, physically and mentally a woman. I
have her brain, hormones, and vagina. I cannot get around that. Not to
mention that I have all her memories just as real in my mind as my own
memories. So no, I'm not gay. I never was gay. But now I am a woman, a
heterosexual woman.
Look, when this first happened to me, I would get up each morning and
look into the mirror and repeatedly tell myself that I was not Leslie
Andover but William Roberts. I did it in the middle of the day, on
breaks at work, in the car. I would not let go of who I was. You know
what that got me, depressed. It got me depressed because no matter how
much I told myself who I really was, it was Leslie's face that kept
staring back at me. It was a woman's voice, Leslie's voice that kept
coming from my mouth. People greeted me as Leslie. I had to wear her
clothes, panties, bras, makeup, live in her trailer, and work her job. I
have to pee sitting down. I menstruate just like you do. Bill Roberts
didn't do any of that, but Leslie Andover did. Gradually, I realized
that I had to come to grips with the fact that I am not Bill Roberts
anymore. I am now and likely for the rest of my life, Leslie Andover."
Connie slowly shook her head in sympathetic understanding.
"And to tell you the truth, it was your words that you used to preach to
me that have led me to the peace that I have now. You remember when I
used to get so angry at people at work. I would plan and scheme at ways
to get them back for undermining me for their own benefit. What did you
always tell me?"
Connie whispered in a barely audible manner, "The best revenge is living
well."
"That's right. The best revenge is to do well for yourself and not focus
on the other person. And that seminar on bad managers that I went to in
Seattle that year taught me that getting angry at someone else is like
drinking poison hoping that the other person dies. You only hurt
yourself by carrying the pain, anger and stress. So I let it go and
accepted my plight. Here I am, like it or not. Once I let go, things
changed for the better. I got promoted at work. I began to be Bill
inside even if I was Leslie on the outside. And just like I did before,
I pulled myself up again."
"That is why I fell in love with you, believed in you, and made a life
with you. You always had that inner strength. So now what? If I know you
and you are back to the old Bill, you have a plan. You always had a
plan."
"Well, this time I really didn't. I was here to meet you and then see
how this went. Truth be told, my vision for today involved you throwing
a drink in my face and walking out calling me a crazy bitch. Now you
have gone and screwed that up. I even brought a change of clothes in the
car." A small smile crossed her face.
"Bill, Bill Bill, what are we going to do?"
"I'm not sure. First things first, I have an appointment to get to. I'm
going to Franco's for a facial, pedicure, manicure and having my hair
done at 4:00."
"What! You have a day at the spa planned? The day you meet me to tell me
all about this, you planned to go get a facial?"
"As I said, I didn't expect this to go this well and I have an important
meeting tomorrow. I got to have a plan, so I planned on going to
Franco's. You always swore by the place so now it was my chance to see
if all of the money I gave them was worth it."
"Well, I guess I can't blame you for that. But you are going to get
addicted too, so be careful."
"As to us, we have to be careful for a while. I'm not sure that the real
Leslie is not slinking around somewhere. I'm not sure what trouble she
would cause but she knows her past better than I do. I don't want to get
shook down by her until I have had time to clean up some of the messes
she made."
"What messes?"
"Not now. Not at this time. There's no reason to burden you with any of
the sordid details of that crazy woman's life. I would like to meet
again, and soon if we could. We could do a spa together! Or maybe next
time you can bring the girls too and we can all do a day at the spa. I
really want to see them. You can say that I'm a cousin of their father's
who really hates him. Maybe they'll bond with me over that. Anyway, we
can talk about it more later."
Leslie got out some cash and paid for the drinks. They walked out to the
parking lot. Outside, they held each other's hands and looked into each
others' eyes.
"Connie, I still love you with all of my heart. You are the best thing
to have ever happened to me. And despite this....change, I still want to
be in yours and the girls' lives. We will have to figure that out and we
have time to do that."
"I feel the same way. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. We were
headed for a divorce and now with all of the changes in the law we can
have a lesbian marriage," she said chuckling.
"Always the comedian" Leslie said half knowing it wasn't a joke. "Well,
until next time". The two hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. To
anyone watching, it looked like two sisters saying goodbye. The two
woman parted ways knowing that this was going to be a challenge but one
that they accepted freely and believing they were going to overcome.
The man in the Malibu in the parking lot was busy jotting down notes.
Unfortunately, he didn't get the license plate on the car belonging to
the dark hair woman meeting Connie but in his experience, it looked like
they would meet again. Now that he knows what she drives, that was the
easy part.
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