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Men, women, children, elderly, all four were represented here tonight.
I know what the sign says and how this works- I do, but at the end of the
meeting I asked everyone and most agreed that it might help someone out
there to read this tail of a night at a meeting of people that have one
thing in common.
"Hi, my name is Brad," I said, followed by an uneven group of 'hello
Brad.'
Of course I did not slow for more then a second or two- "been forty two
days since the Great Shift. Somewhere, somehow this meeting thing seems
to be taking off, though I am not sure how this whole Gender Anonymous
thing is supposed to work?"
There was about twenty people tonight in the back room of the alcohol
recovery center, where we meet three nights a week, this was a good sized
meeting, a few new but mostly old faces.
A few chuckles broke out, it was funny, ninety plus percent of the
population of the planet had swapped bodies- babies, elderly, women, men,
children, teens, and so forth.
"I, myself will be thirty nine this year- couple months from now," I
continued on, then gestured at myself, "I think she is about fifteen or
so, not to sure about that, as the only clues I have about who she is
involve an identityless purse, a locked cell phone, and the clothes I was
wearing that day."
"Still not comfortable- periods, and getting dressed, not had sex yet-
not sure which way I should swing- though I know what I like I am pretty
confused about how to do that now," I really was confused about what I
liked and what I wanted.
Masturbation wise I was pretty good at the rubbing and feeling, and I had
even used a few things about the apartment to entertain myself- of course
I did not have any proper toys, before the GS I was a normal guy without
to much of need for toys as I was pretty confident with oral and dick use
on the women that graced my bed after my divorce last year.
"Work... ya, not a lot of work right now in the soccer ball sales industry,
so I am trying to make something of myself writing articles for a few
different magazines and on line- hope someone picks something up, money
is getting tight," I looked out of the crowd and saw that lots of those
people out there were feeling the pinch.
The economy had turned hard on the day of the Shift. Every stock market
in the world had been closed for the first few weeks to keep the economy
from collapsing in on itself. The President, and other world leaders
talked on the TV, radio, and internet almost nightly, suggesting that
everyone that could should work, if they were retired before and able to
work now then they should go back to work, if they needed help then they
should seek it. Help others and keep the day moving, because if we all
just dropped into fear and depression then nothing would get done and we
would all have a long hard climb afterwards.
"No one has fired me or anything, there is just nothing to do, and... well,
a feeling about the office, and the lack of pay checks and the feeling
that we won't have a job if someone out there doesn't start buying sports
balls again," I tried to smile.
Everyone kind of understood, I was scared, and worried, and I needed
help, but I understood that everyone needed help.
There was a lack of players right now. Sure there were players- a few
even retained bodies that could play, but none really. Male players had
roughly a fifty percent chance of ending up in a female body. Chances of
a person ending up in a body in good enough shape to play, next to zero.
"Thanks," I said and sat down in the uncomfortable metal chair, my toes
barely touching the floor.
Ya, my new body was friggin' small, four eleven, a hundred pounds on a
broken scale, long black hair, green eyes, very pretty, narrow waist,
great ass- really nice ass.
One or two got up that later told me they did not want to be mentioned,
they spoke of things and places, and stuff, and one went on to long, but
stopped eventually, said thanks and sat down.
"Emily," a boy, about ten said as he stood, followed by the appropriate
greeting from the group "I will be seventy eight this year. I have four
grandchildren, one found me this last week, reported to me that he was a
boy, that he had been almost five hundred miles from home. He found his
way, but has yet to find anyone else from his immediate family. I am not
sure you all understand how important it is that you keep the power on,
that you keep the phones functioning, that you keep the social security
coming..."
"My husband- Randall, he is in a two year old girl, the neighbors across
the street, they... Randall can't work yet, one day he will. Me, I- am
working at the grocery store where I retired from ten years ago, there is
not a lot of food on the shelves because of all the problems with getting
food still, but things are looking up. We just have to keep moving
forward."
We all silently agreed.
There was another person that I will avoid speaking of, a little angry,
but just needing to vent about something that had happened. She was
pulled from the meeting and a different kind of meeting was happening-
later the police would get involved, and her "husband" arrested- it was
in the papers, but I will not speak of it here.
A woman- three hundred pounds, stood up with some effort- "hello Daryl,"
she said and everyone followed suit, "diabetic, two hundred pounds of
overweight, weird cravings, terrible sex- bad hand I guess, and no work.
My landlord is threatening to kick me out because my bank has yet to
accept that I am who I say I am, my signature does not match they say. I
have managed to lose forty pounds- not all that exciting, but should be
down to a reasonable weight in a year's time."
"There is no complaining here, just buck up, move along, keep looking for
the next opportunity, and keep breathing, keep trying to make something
of your day," she said then gave a smile at everyone.
We all felt the need to smile at her. She was down, but not out.
"I know I should not, but if anyone needs a welder, I have all my cards,
fifteen years experience," she said, "thank you."
The next person to pop up with a girl, teens, nice looking, a little
heavy about the mid section- "Jeff," followed by a whole lot of 'hello
Jeff,' and such, "so it's been a week and a half since I have been here.
I am- as some of you know, in my step daughter, and ten days ago I found
out that I am pregnant. Twelve weeks, pregnant. She claims that she did
not know, and that she does not know how, and all that, but I am not that
stupid. I have been told by a doctor that whatever is inside me should
not have enough development to be anyone of us, that this should be a
whole new and completely new person. I am not happy about this, but... ya,
I am depressed, down, and feeling like shit. Doctor said that it was
normal, that it was hormones and shit, but... I was done with raising kids,
I mean three from my first marriage and one more with my second, and now
this..."
She took a ragged and tired breath- "my wife- she showed up in the first
couple days, she admitted that she has been sexual active with a co
worker- that he, that he was having sex with his secretary when the swap
happened and she did not stop him. I... can't blame her, I mean she's like
twenty five now, and built like a brick shit house. Might as well-
right?"
She raised her head a little, took a breath again, "my kids are
scattered, one still has not found me, I am not sure why but I think he's
probably dead- so many dead. My kids are good. The ex wife even made it
out okay- the bitch."
She was really run down and scared, and I wanted to hug her. The woman
next to her took her hand, the man on the other side did the same.
"Life sucks. But as long as we have it we have a chance to make it
better, to improve on what we have and where we are going," she said,
"pick yourself up, keep moving, do not stop trying to improve."
It was not a question, but it sounded like she was making one of it. We
all needed help, she was just throwing words out to clear them from her
head.
"Jewel," the next woman was in her twenties, pretty, dressed in a dress,
hair done, we greeted her, "my boyfriend said I should come to this, not
sure why. I like my new life, this was the greatest thing to ever happen
to me. You people need to stop complaining, and enjoy- ya, so you are
pregnant, so find the boy that got you that way and marry him. Have some
sex, it's great."
"Some of us weren't gay before," Jeff snapped, "I am not interested in
touching a guy, much less letting one touch me."
Jewel shrugged that off with a- "whatever, I don't miss having a dick. I
hated that thing anyway, this is much better.
From the back came a woman that was mad at Jewel, calling her out on her
life choices. I am not comfortable with pointing out the argument, but it
occurred to me that one good point was made by the biker chick- "...you
have taken someone else's lose as a gain to your life, have you no
sympathy for the person that lost the body you love so much?" And- "some
of us did not want this, and we hate this."
Jewel had not given it much thought. She left during the meeting in a
huff. Later when I left I saw her in the parking lot in a two year old
BMW, the vanity plates declared her to be- "fabulous," so I realized that
she was much more into herself before the shift.
She was upset with the people inside, she had not wanted to come, her
boyfriend and asked her to, and she made the continuous point that she
felt terrible that this was the greatest thing that had ever happened to
her. I had no idea how to take her on that after meeting talk.
It took one or two more people to get things settled down, as Jewel had
thrown the meeting off.
"Margo," a heavy set man said as he tried to stand. We all greeted him.
"I was eighteen a few weeks back. Now I am fifty three. There are scars
on both my knees now- operations, and my neck only turns so far," he said
looking on the verge of tears, "I am fighting everyday it seems like to
find a reason to get up. I do not want to surrender, but I am- I am in so
much pain, and so... I do not see a future. I need to know that you will
remember me, that my life meant something."
Margo cried and we all felt her pain. It was not fair, she had her life
ahead of her and someone, somewhere was living it while she had nothing
ahead of her that she could see.
There were a few more then a small girl stood up- "Jasper," she said with
a slight bow, and something to her voice that said- 'I am someone,' she
was greeted.
"We all have hurdles to jump, we all have a life to live, some feel that
they are at an end, some at the beginning again. Do not surrender, do not
give in to fear and despair, you might hate who you are, or what you are
now, you might have found yourself in that body to be exactly who you
always wanted to be, but you are who you are now, accept that," the girl
spoke with wisdom beyond her outward age.
"This girl- Lord know where she is, I will live every day I can with her.
Go back to school, learn the skills I have lost in my thirty years in
retirement, become a Doctor again, and save lives as best I can," she
smiled at us all, "her sacrifice will be remembered by me."
There were a few more words, a little more sad in the stories that were
told, but all in all we walked out of there aware that we could make it
one more day.
If you feel the need, to get out of the life the shift put you in, or
whatever life has dealt you, don't surrender- talk to someone, get some
help, the worst things in life come, but so do the greatest things in
life, you just have to find the great things and make them that way.
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