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The Final Chapter
Opening my eyes, I felt disoriented. It was so bright, and for some
reason I was lying on the ground in some grass. As I sat up, I felt
different... very good, but different. In fact, I hadn't felt this good in
what felt like ages. I looked around to figure out what was going on,
and I could've swore I was back in Ohio at the park near my parents
house. How is that possible, I asked myself.
That's when it hit me. Could it possibly be? My hands immediately went
to my chest, which was flat as could be! A giant smile crossed my face.
There was nothing there but my pex and a cotton t-shirt!
"I'm back!" I shouted. I didn't know how it was possible, but I was back
in my own body. Everything checked out. No breasts, no giant ass, no
old woman skin, no bras, no cotton panties. I was me again!
What was even better was that Stephanie was lying down right next to me,
it looked like we must have been taking a nap on a large blanket in the
shade. She always loved spending time at this park. Hardly able to
contain my enthusiasm, I laid back, put my hands behind my head, and
enjoyed the moment... which didn't last long. After just a minute, I heard
Stephanie rustling next to me.
She rolled onto her side and looked me in the eyes. "Hey there,
sleepyhead," she said, biting her bottom lip slightly. That always drove
me wild. "Whatcha thinking about?"
"I'm just so... ahem... excuse me," I said. My voice sounded off, it was
cracking and jumping up an octave. "I'm just happy to see... *couch*
*couch* you," I managed to get out, voice still cracking the entire time.
"Well, I'm happy to see you too, especially after what we did last night.
And yesterday afternoon. And yesterday morning," she cooed.
I tried thinking back, but couldn't remember what we had been doing those
days, but all that was important was that I was here now. I reached up
to brush her hair behind her ear. That's when I saw it. I had to take a
double-take at first. My hand looked veiny, with age spots. My
fingernails were coated in a layer of maroon polish. Frightened that
Stephanie was notice, I pulled my arm back quickly, and could tell the
rest of it was different too. Gone were my muscles, replaced by loose
hanging, undefined skin. Initially, I thought I could hide it, but I
felt the changes ripple through my body.
My scalp began itching horribly, and I knew that shoulder length, dirty
blonde hair was about to sprout from my head. I doubled over a few times
as I felt my face shift, as I gained what's known as a turkey neck. My
shoulders narrowed with an audible 'pop'. Then, my chest heaved forward
as my breasts stretched the fibers of my t-shirt. I could feel them sag
a bit as they rested on the small paunch of a belly I had just acquired.
The ripples continued down my body as my ass exploded outward, filling
the loose-fitting gym shorts I had been sporting. Finally, I saw my legs
smooth out, as my hips and thighs pushed outward. My feet aged quickly,
as my sandals revealed the long, petite toes of Mrs. Clark.
"Stephanie, this isn't what you think! I just want to be with you!" I
tried to reason.
She just stared blankly at me, and opened her mouth to say,"BEEP-BEEP-
BEEP-BEEP!"
I jolted awake, my head swimming with confusion. I looked to my right to
see the alarm clock in my hotel room blaring loudly. I just shook my
head, and with a sad heart I started getting myself together.
"Ugh... my head is killing me, and I feel like I'm going to vom," I said
aloud.
"You sure felt great about three hours ago," I heard a voice from behind.
I almost jumped ten feet in the air. As I spun around, I saw Janette
coming out of the bathroom. For some reason, she was topless, just
sporting a pair of black and pink panties.
"Hey Janette, what're you doing here," I asked, rubbing my temples,
begging for relief.
"Are you kidding me? You called me five minutes after you dropped me off
and told me to come over," she replied.
That's when it hit me. I immediately sobered up and was able to piece
together what had happened earlier that afternoon.
"You came?" I asked.
"Uh-huh"
"And we..."
"That's right, shug," she said as she walked over and slapped my ass. I
felt it jiggle, just noticing I wasn't wearing any bottoms. I winced
when I heard the confirmation. This just got really weird, I thought.
"Was I doing anything else when you came over?" I asked, practically
afraid of the answer.
"You were on your laptop for a minute or two, but that's about it. You
immediately dove into bed when you closed it up. I took that as an
invitation, and you were more than ready to oblige," she explained.
My God, I actually sent that email. What the fuck did I write?!
"Listen, Janette, I feel like garbage. Do you mind giving me some alone
time? We'll meet back up later, I promise."
"Anything you say, shug," she said with a grin as she slipped on her robe
and sauntered out the door.
"What the fuck did I just do to my life? Or Susan's life? What the fuck
did I write in that email," I asked myself as I furiously logged onto the
laptop sitting next to the bed. I saw that I had one new email... from
Susan.
Sam,
I'm glad you're doing 'such a better job at being Susan Clark' than me.
All I wanted was for you enjoy yourself. And don't worry, I'm not
'sleeping around with the whole town', like you accused me. Although you
might want to be jealous, Stephanie was wondering how you had become so
adept in bed. Mostly it hurt to hear that you are 'getting tired of this
disgusting old body'. Y'know, if you're having such a good time, maybe
you should appreciate that body a little more.
Susan
PS - Stephanie and I are talking about a trip, so I might not be in town
this weekend. Not that it matters, I know you and 'Janette' can spend
the weekend together.
My jaw simply dropped. I couldn't believe how much I had just screwed
myself over. My stomach sank, my heart dropped, and my shoulders
slouched. I am such an idiot, I thought to myself. Immediately
remorseful of that day's transgressions, I tried to carefully craft an
apology to Susan, but I knew nothing I said could make up for that. The
damage was done, and now I have to face the music. Not knowing what to
do next, I figured I should at least try to keep up appearances with the
kids until I could make it back to Ohio and work this out.
Stupid, stupid, stupid,I thought to myself as I cleaned myself up and
finished off a glass of seltzer water, which really did help settle my
stomach. I popped a few anti-inflammatories, and put on a fresh set of
clothes. Much more modest this time, a long skirt with a colorful blouse
(buttoned up almost all the way). If I was going to redeem myself and
this situation, I was going to have to mind my P's and Q's for the next
two days.
Looking at the clock, I saw that it was almost 5pm, so I made my way down
to the lobby to pick up Lucy from camp. She was sitting on the curb with
a few other students, and looked rather happy. She was holding what
looked like a misshapen vase that was colored like the Mexican flag.
"Did you make that for mommy?" I asked, making sure she knew I saw her
work-of-art.
"Na, I made it for me. It'll hold all the flowers the boys will give me
nicely," she replied.
"I see, honey. Well, it's lovely, but I'm not sure if it's big enough
for all the flowers you deserve."
"RIght? That's what I told our teacher, but he wouldn't let me make it
any bigger!"
Lucy handed me the vase, and I inspected it. It really was great work
considering her age. I knew that this would look wonderful on our
mantel... that is, if she actually let me display it once we got home.
Just then, my phone got a text from Matt letting me know he was starving.
I looked over at Lucy, "That's our cue, your brother is hungry."
"I'll still love him even when he gets fat," Lucy said.
All I could manage was chuckle at the non-sequitur comment. I ushered
Lucy to a nearby cabana near the hotel on the beach. It was beautiful
out, the sun was on the threshold of dusk so it was slightly cooler out
than it was earlier, which was very nice. Lucy seemed be pretty happy
with how well her camp had gone, but interjected that she was 'clearly
the only real artist there'. Naturally, I agreed. You learn quickly
that the diva gets what the diva wants.
I ordered for everybody while Lucy and Matt exchanged banter about their
day. It took everything I had to keep up the guise of their mother,
considering that my real body just told me they might be getting a little
too comfortable. My head was throbbing slightly from the drinks I had
that morning, and all in all, I was in much worse shape than before I
decided to have all that 'fun'.
"So, mom, what'd you do today," Matt asked.
"Well, the ladies and I met for brunch, and we just did mom-type things.
I don't want to bore you with the details. What about you? How'd it go
with the girls?" I wasn't about to let him know about the escapades from
earlier today.
"This oughta be good," Lucy said scoffingly.
Matt took us through his vain attempts to pick up the girls. He tried it
all, but showing off his physical prowess ended in him eating shit in the
ocean, they found his pick-up lines to be sexist and annoying, and he
even managed to spill lemonade all over one the girls while trying to buy
a round for the group.
"So yeah, let's just never bring this up again," he said flatly.
After ordering our food, we chit-chatted about how much we've enjoyed
this vacation, and what we're looking forward to doing tomorrow.
Admittedly, my mind was preoccupied. Here I was, having broken all of
the cardinal rules for trying to take care of Mrs. Clark's body, but I
still had to keep up appearances for Lucy's sake. I had hardly had time
to hang out with Matt, which was the whole point, and now my old body was
threatening to run off on a trip with my girlfriend.
After we finished eating dinner, we went back to our rooms. Lucy cleaned
up and was enthralled in some movie on the Bizney channel. Matt and I
were sitting around my room, just chatting with one another about this
and that.
"So was it worth it?" he asked.
"This?" I said, gesturing to my body with my old-woman hands. "Matt, I
need to tell you something," my throat already tightening up.
After I regaled him with the story of my afternoon escapades, leaving out
some of the more... sensual details. At first, he thought it was hilarious
that I got drunk with a couple of middle-aged ladies, but his smiled
faded when I got to the portion about the angry email I sent.
"Dude, what the fuck?" was all he could muster.
"Look, I know this sounds like a problem, but surely your mom wouldn't
steal my body, right?" I said.
"She sounded pretty pissed in that response she sent you."
This discussion continued on for quite some time. But, like the saying
goes, worrying is like a rocking chair; it gives you something to do, but
doesn't get you anywhere. We decided I should write her back, redacting
everything I had previously said, and give her the biggest apology I
could possibly muster.
Matt sat down on my bed, looking exacerbated. "Dude, what if she
actually abandons me and Lucy," he said contemplating the fallout of the
recent events.
That was something that hadn't even crossed my mind. I wouldn't just be
stuck in her body, I'd be stuck in her life. There's no way I could
leave Lucy and Matt to fend for themselves... but that would mean I'd be
stuck like this forever; sagging breasts, wrinkles, soft tummy, bulbous
ass. I mean, at least Susan's body wasn't too old, but I'd still lost
about 30 years of my life. I mean, I should be celebrating my 21st in a
few years, not my 50th! But hey, maybe I shouldn't be thinking about
drinking right now, that's kind of what landed me in this position in the
first place.
"Look, I'll send her an email explaining how sorry I am. She'll have to
listen, right?"
"I hope so, man. I don't think the school will let you finish your
senior year looking like that."
"What? You don't think I could be a cheerleader with these cans," I
rebuttled, trying to lighten the mood.
With a smirk, Matt began to settle down. "So what's it been like in
there," he questioned.
"To be honest, this has been one of the weirdest, strangest, but coolest
experiences in my life. I mean, when will you ever get a chance to walk
a mile in someone else's shoes? For my whole life, I never considered
what it would be like to physically be someone else," I explained,
finally putting to words why this has been a helluva experience. I
continued telling him about the more... personal aspects of being a woman.
"The boobs, man. They are the worst. But also the best. I mean, you
notice them always. Walking up the stairs, the bounce and jiggle with
every step. But man, when you shower..."
"That's my mom you're talking about, man," he said, clearly not wanting
that picture in his mind.
"Good point. Look, I'm bushed, this body doesn't have nearly the energy
of my old one."
"I gotcha. Just so you know, you've been a really good friend, and
mother, during this trip. I'm not going to freak out, but I really hope
we can sort this all out when we fly back," Matt said. It was nice to
hear some reassuring words from my best friend.
The next two days went by rather smoothly, but I was starting to getting
to get a little nervous since I hadn't heard back from Susan after I
apologized for the mean words I had sent her. I mostly passed the time
going to the gym, hanging out on the beach, avoiding booze (telling the
girls I was still hungover worked like a charm), and making sure Matt was
having as good a time as he could.
That Saturday morning, we packed our things, which gave me some time to
reflect on the trip. As I tucked away my swimsuit, I thought about how
wonderful it felt to get into the ocean for the first time. As Susan's
sunskirt was being packed, I thought about the sensations I first felt
when I woke up in her body the first day. I remember the shock, then the
weight of reality when I looked in the mirror. I remember how awkward it
was to put on my bra for the first time, and the feeling of the tight
cotton underwear, which was a far cry from the boxers I usually sported.
I thought about how strange Susan's body felt when I first walked in it.
The quiver of my legs with each impact, the sway of my chest, the jiggle
of the extra flab on my arms, it was all so different from what I was
used to.
Even with the threat of never getting my body back, I was still glad I
made the decision to switch with Susan. Hopefully she would see that I
didn't mean to be so mean.
It was at that time, I was truly seeing the beauty of the life I was in.
All the years of experience, all the trials and tribulations, it all
amassed in this woman. Right now, I respected everything about Susan
absolutely. I knew that's what I needed to tell her, so I opened up my
laptop and wrote up a quick email.
Checking in on the kiddos, I saw that they were packed. The three of us
did a once-over of both rooms, and we made our way out of the hotel.
Luckily, with all the stuff I had to keep track of, I didn't have time to
keep worrying about what was going to happen when we got home. We had
our bags, hailed a cab, got the kids in, gave the cabby directions, took
the quick trip, made it to the ticket counter, grabbed our boarding
passes, trudged through security and customs, and walked hastily to the
gate. It was all a whirlwind for me. Finally, we were on the plane,
heading back to the great state of Ohio.
The three of us popped a few antihistamines, and slept the whole way
home. It was the most peaceful flight I had ever had the pleasure of
taking.
When we touched down, it was the same drill all over again. Keep the
kids focused, get the luggage, hail the cab, give directions, pay the
man, and find time to breath somewhere in between.
With Lucy and Matt unpacking in their room, I took a second to check my
phone. A wave of relief washed over my body when I saw there was a
message from Susan.
Apology accepted. See you tonight.
I immediately went to Matt's room to show him the text.
"Dude! Yes! Whatever you told her, it must've been genuine," he said.
"I had a moment of clarity, and let her know."
"Whatever, man. I'm just happy to hear that. Up top," he said, high
fiving me.
With the dust settled, and the prospect of getting my body back looking
like a lock, I sat back and enjoyed the next few hours with the family.
Lucy thought it was a little strange to see her mom playing video games
with Matt, but she didn't put too much thought into it. Around 10pm, I
sent Lucy to bed and told Matt I was going to meet up with Susan, but
needed to go alone. Naturally, he completely understood.
Pulling out a lawn chair, I sat in the garage and waited for Susan to
arrive. I was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, but decided
to go braless since it was already nighttime. Sure, my ladies were
swinging out of control when I walked, but the freedom was just too
enjoyable.
10:30 rolled around and I was starting to get nervous, but then I heard
the side door creak open and my old body pop his head in.
"So, we did it, huh," Susan said.
Even though it was a complete relief to see her, we still had a little
trouble making eye contact at first. No doubt we knew each other better
than anyone could image.
"Yeah, we made it," I said reassuringly.
"Look, I'm really sorry," she began to say.
"Don't," I interrupted. "I was out of line. You're a really great
woman, and I hope you enjoyed my body as much as I enjoyed yours," I said
with a meek smirk.
Raising an eyebrow, Susan clearly didn't expect to hear that from me.
"Well, yes. You'll find my debrief on your desk at home, nothing too
wild happened while you were gone. And thank you for this. You gave me
the greatest gift a person could ask for," she sincerely stated.
"You deserved it. So... are we going to do this?"
Without hesitation, Susan went over to the box where she had kept
Tonwar's Luck. And there it was, it all of it's glory. We went through
the ritual, as brief as it was.
"Make me Susan."
"Make me Sam."
Just like the first time, I felt like I had no control over what was
going on. My vision blurred and everything sounded muffled. Then I was
falling, faster and faster, into a black abyss. And without warning, it
stopped. There was only silence.
I felt different. Not bad, just different. I felt too petrified to
move, but I eked open one eye, and saw Susan Clark staring right back at
me.
"Sam?" she said.
I didn't even have to answer, I just smiled and nodded.
"What now?" I asked.
"Well, we're back. I guess that means we should get back to our old
lives."
"And Tonwar's Luck," I probed.
"I think it's time I pass this on," she said, tossing the rock up and
down in her hand.
I didn't want to know what she planned on doing, and frankly I didn't
really care. I had so much going on in my head, I just wanted to go home
and relax.
"Susan, I really meant everything I wrote in that email. You're
wonderful, and I'm lucky to have had the opportunity to spend a week in
your shoes."
"Sam, you're a good kid. Let's get coffee this week."
And with that, I made my way home, thinking about everything that had
happened over the past week. As surreal as it seemed, it all had
actually happened. I just wondered what Susan had planned for that
talisman now...
...The end? (too cliche?)
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