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Decent Enough, part I
By
Marion Jay Brown
This is my first story. Constructive criticism is welcome, of course.
It was an interesting experience, to say the least. Sort of like a
Twilight Zone episode or an EC Comics story. Except, instead of me being
the big jerk who gets his comeuppance, the lesson I learned was
heartwarming. I learned that sometimes, if you work at it, things will
eventually go your way. It did take a very interesting form, though. Let's
go back to the beginning, first.
My name is David Eperstein. I am from Seattle, Washington, with my parents
and my older sister. I am a fourth year biology major at University of
Washington. Though, this story actually takes place during my very first
semester. See, I was a decent enough student in grade school, always got
good grades, always did some extra-curricular activities. However, I
wasn't nearly as perfect a student as some others might be. Trust me, I
knew a number of those students, who seemed to be involved in everything,
that did everything, who were constantly praised. I say this, because
during my first year in college, I met and fell in love with a girl, who
was that perfect girl.
In high school, I later found out, she was the leader of the Speech and
Debate club, the Science club (which I had been a member of, but never
actually lead), the National Honor Society (I had no interest in joining),
a member of both band and orchestra (I was in both, one as a clarinetist,
the other a violist), and more I suppose I'm missing, back at her Portland
High School. Her name was Heather Edwards, and in addition to being
intelligent, she was also beautiful. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes,
very sweet smile. Often dressed normally, not overly sexual. I admit, she
seemed like the perfect woman.
And when we met in a physiology class, we seemed to click. Having the same
major helped, though I wanted to become a paleontologist, while she wanted
to become a doctor, (of course). And over the next few months, we became
closer, and I began to fall in love with her. And I though she felt the
same. Except..., she briefly mentioned to me her .... boyfriend, back in
Portland. I still hung out with her, if only because we had a growing
friendship. I had this hope that maybe she'd leave that guy, but I
realized that was very unlikely. And why would she? I wasn't exactly the
most attractive of people. I wasn't Jabba the Hut or anything, but I had
this curly brown hair and a slightly flubby stomach, and very dull green
eyes.
I also had this tendency of wearing plaid shirts and skinny jeans. My face
also had a shadow over it, from inadequate shaving.I realized that I was
in the supposed friend zone. I regret ever thinking that, and I would
disavow the term. I had trouble moving on, because I didn't know many
other girls like her on campus. I admit, I also never dated, not even in
high school. No real time or initiative to do so. My lack of hope with her
was amplified when she appeared to begin ignoring me. Not showing up to
the physiology class, never sitting next to me at the sustainability club
we both attended
For me, the final straw was when she said she was too busy to meet with
me, which I accepted the first time, but when she said it the next week, I
began to wonder whether or not she even wanted to be my friend anymore. I
began to wonder whether it was worth it. I locked myself in my room, and
didn't go to class for two whole days. Yeah, I didn't technically need to
be there, but it was still a rarity for someone like me, who was very
attentive. My journey began during this period. I was in complete sadness,
shades down, light off, the whole ordeal. While I was sitting in bed, I
was just praying. I was not necessarily greatly religious, but I'm was
more praying for the universe, to give me a sign that maybe that things
could work out for the better. As I sat, I grew more and more sleepy. The
filtered light from the shades slowly faded from sight. I didn't have any
dreams that night, which was a fairly interesting detail, given what
happened next.
A male voice woke me.
"Hey, kid, I know it's Friday, but you still have to go to school."
I was stunned for a minute. I got up, and immediately realized that I
wasn't in my dorm. My fridge, microwave weren't there. There was a desk,
but it was a simple table, with a mirror (?), and a few books on the side.
Very disorganized, like my desk, but I knew that it wasn't mine. The big
indicator was the closet full of clothes. GIRLS clothes. Hell, the posters
around me were somewhat girlish, excluding the science posters, and the
comic covers (although, some for stories I had never heard of, which
should have been my first sign.)
Did someone kidnap me in the middle of the night, and place me in some
teenage girl's room? Oh dear God! If that guy finds me in his daughter's
room, he'll kill me. I had get out of here. I jumped out of the bed, and
rushed towards the window. I grabbed the table so fast, it stung me for a
moment. When I swore for a minute, I realized my voice was not as it
should be. Higher pitched. Sort of like a little kid. I looked down, and
found that I was not in the pajamas I had gone to sleep in (Okay, I just
stripped down to my undergarments). Rather, I was wearing some old pink T-
shirt, with a heart on it. Wait, my chest seems larger than it normally
is. I put my hand on my body, and realized my breasts were slightly
larger. I went to the mirror, and... well, I won't beat around the bush, I
was a girl. A relatively attractive one, too. Darkish blonde hair, bright
blue eyes, a thin stomach. My face obviously had no shaving leftovers on
it, and was thus cleaner and rounder looking. I looked very different from
before. Hell, I looked a lot different than I did as a boy. Okay, that
wasn't completely true. I still did have a mole on the side of my face. In
fact it was in the same exact location. However, everything else was
completely different. In fact, I looked a little like...
Suddenly, a tall man with a beard and suit came to my door. "Hey, come on,
you gotta get ready."
I had no clue what was going on, but I decided to go along just to avoid
the panic. "Yeah, sure, sorry, rough morning." "It's fine, Lizzy, just get
ready." The man left. Liz. So that was my name. Hm. So, I quickly put on a
white blouse, and some maroon jeans. I also put on some blue socks. There
was another mirror, and I didn't look half bad. Wait, what am I saying?
What the hell is going on?
Since I was going to school, I was obviously going to need textbooks and a
backpack. Well, I found my backpack, but it had this tablet inside. I open
it up to find my class schedule. I got the necessary textbooks off my
desk, (based only off their titles, and what the class was). I realized
then that I must be in high school. However, none of these textbooks
looked like books they used at my school. Now that I was ready, I had some
seconds to consider the situation. For some reason, I had been turned to a
teenage girl, who was in high school, and apparently lived in a suburban
house with her dad... Wait, the dad looked familiar. I had seen him before
somewhere. I needed a better look at him. I took the backpack, and went
downstairs. There, there was a living room right across from a kitchen.
There were these odd robots, which I recognized as those cleaner robots
I'd sometimes see in science documentaries. The man was at the kitchen,
making some copy. As I took a longer look at him, I realized who he was.
He was much older than when I last saw him, but it was unmistakable. Dark
brown hair, muscular body, very rugged skin. It was John Witling.
Heather's boyfriend. And as I slowly recalled my reflection, I realized
that I looked almost just like Heather herself. So, I put two and two
together. But there was one pressing question: WHY?! Still, can't look
suspicious. So, I just sat down, and poured myself a box of cereal. John
sat at the table, and asked, "So, anything interesting happening at school
today?"
"No, not that I could think of."
"Well, alright. Hey, at least your weekend will be interesting. Well, you
better get going. The car is ready to go."
"Okay."
I walked towards the car, and tried to find the keys.
"Where are the keys?"
"Ha, ha I'm old; very funny."
I realized that this must be 20-30ish years from my current time, so the
cars must be self-driving. To not embarrass myself, I went, and sure
enough, the Witling family seemed to have a very small car, that had no
steering wheel. I hoped in, and the car pulled out of the driveway, and
began its journey towards the school, which I caught as "George W. Bush
High School", (why anyone would name it that is beyond me). It also listed
the city as Denver, which struck me as interesting.
Assuming the drive was more than 5 minutes, I now had time to fully
analyze the situation. Okay, I was now the daughter of my current crush
and her boyfriend-turned husband. But why? Was this just another
indication that it just wasn't going to work out for us? Well, it seems a
tad extreme. A simple no would've sufficed. Why this in particular? Was I
dreaming? Why dream this? Why not dream that I was the father. Well, maybe
that would indulge my love for her, which this is clearly trying to
dissuade me from. However, this seems too detailed for a simple dream.
Further, why a daughter? Why not a son? You know, the gender I was born
with.
It was about to become more detailed, as I arrived at the school at that
time. I panicked when I realized that I had no clue as to the location of
my classes. However, I remembered that the tablet with the classes on it.
Sure enough, it had the class locations as well as times. I thanked...
whomever sent me here... for this comprehensive list. Anyway, I got out and
walked to my first class. I noticed that I walked slightly different as a
girl than as a boy. Luckily, I wasn't wearing high heels. That would have
been a nightmare.
The school looked two stories, but luckily, the schedule indicated "I-90",
which indicated that the class was on the first floor. It was an English
class. 11th grade English in fact. Great, not only was I a girl, but a
sixteen year old. Being that I had just gotten out of high school, about 8
months ago, I wasn't concerned about the content. Rather, I was more
concerned about how being a girl. Obviously. I sat down at the designated
spot, and another girl addressed me:
"Hey, Liz."
"Hey..." I looked at the name plate (I suppose another convenience) "Fatima"
"Ready for the weekend?"
"I suppose so."
"Aren't you and your dad doing something?"
I was about to answer, when the teacher walked in.
"Alright, class, today, we discuss yesterday's reading."
I decided to remain silent during the discussion (I think it was for
1984). I used the tablet to match the classes to a map of the school I had
found. All the while, this blonde kid in the back just staring at me
intermediately. I just smiled at him, which caused a reaction in him. I
had read 1984 in school, so I knew all the beats already. After class had
concluded, Fatima said "See you in Econ". That was later in the day. the
blonde kid (named Jeremy)came up to me.
"Hey, he... Hey, L-Liz"
"Hey, Jeremy"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat at this place on 2nd and
Charles?"
All throughout the conversation, he was just staring at my features. Not
only my breasts (which weren't very large, admittedly), but also my facial
features, and my legs. I admit, it came off as slightly creepy. But, I was
sympathetic to his plight.
"I'm sorry, but I have plans this weekend. Next weekend?"
"Yeah, sure." He looked disappointed. I wonder if I came off like that
towards any of my crushes. Still, it was quite daunting, being leered at
like that. I got up, and went to my other classes. I slowly got into the
act of being a girl. It probably had to do with imitating my older sister
Beth, who was two years older than me, so I'd see her and her friends at
school. Remember those moments, and her behavior, helped me out a lot.
Also, the classes were generally easy. Hell, it seemed that Liz had
inherited her mother's talent towards school, as the teachers were
constantly calling on me to answer various questions. However, I also
didn't appear to be very involved, unlike Heather, but much like I was.
Finally, Econ, or Economics, came, and Fatima once again talked to me, as
we went to lunch. Apparently, we went to lunch together, meaning we were
good friends. We got our lunch, and sat at one of the few empty seats.
"You didn't bring your lunch today."
"Apparently not, no." In hindsight, I was just used to the idea of
bringing my own lunch to school, that question didn't intrigue me.
"Oh, I thought your Dad had a thing about that."
I didn't know John well, but it did strike me as something he'd do.
Anyway, we talked for some time, (mainly just me listening to her rant
about her strict parents or gossip). Out of the corner of my eye, I could
see Jeremy, alone, just glancing at me. I hope Liz gives him some
attention in real life. After lunch came the last class of the day. For
me, that was.... Health for Women. Oh, dear god. I'll spare you the details.
Needless to say, I was more than comfortably updated with my new anatomy.
So, I went back to my car, and just sat for a few minutes. That was
actually easier than I thought it was going to be. Maybe I read and watch
so much fantasy, I have some suspension of disbelief. I am also a fast
thinker, though I wouldn't be so lucky had I gone to a high school in my
time. Anyway, I could go back to contemplating my own situation. Why was I
the daughter? Maybe it gives me more of her point of view, as indicated in
my encounter with Jeremy. I found that he didn't... excite me. Romantically
or sexually. Perhaps that shows how my relationship with Heather was in
her mind. A good friendship, but not romantic material. Maybe that's what
the lesson was. Anyway, I probably should head home now. It was around 4
in the afternoon. I thanked my lucky stars it was Friday. I hated homework
while in grade school, hell, even now, when I'm in college.
The car drives me home, and as I enter, John, wearing a very formal
business suit, asks, "Hey, how was school?"
"Fine, I suppose."
"What other answer should I have expected," he laughed. "Listen, your
mother is coming back in a few minutes."
So, I finally get to see her. I looked around, and noticed that I was not
in many family photos. It was just them in high school, and a few more
modern ones. I was in one, and it appeared to have been taken recently. I
needed to ask about all the baby pictures. Anyway, a car pulls in, and the
door opens. Yep, she still looked beautiful. Clear, though aged skin, long
dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes. It was Heather. She was carrying some
bags of groceries.
"Sweetie, could you help me with these?"
I rushed over, and brought them over to the counter.
"Thanks. It's going to take a few minutes for dinner to be ready. You
could go and pack a little for your trip in your room."
I snuck upstairs, but figured I might as well spy on my "mother and
father" for a minute. I figured I could just learn about my new self after
dinner.
As they made dinner (which appeared to be spaghetti), and snuggled
together, they talked in somewhat hushed tones.
"I just don't know how to reach her" John started.
"Look, it'll take some time. It's not like she hates you or anything like
that. Trust me, I know."
"Yeah, I know that, but she never shows any affection towards me."
"Well, I'm not sure she'll warm to you, but she's getting better."
I didn't know what they were talking about. Maybe I was growing hostile to
my father.
"Honey, dinner's ready!" I walked down.
"That was quick."
Together, we set the table, and sat down to eat. The Spaghetti was very
good. Apparently, one of her many talents was cooking.
"So, how was school today?" Heather opened.
"Good...."
"Learn anything interesting?"
"Not really. Just the same."
"Alright. Heard that your Speech and Debate team is heading towards the
state finals. I'm so proud of you"
"Thanks." I noticed that on my calendar. I hope to god I don't stay in
this body that long. I have no experience with Speech and Debate
whatsoever!
"Yeah, congrats."
I then asked her about her work, and based on her statements, she had
achieved her ambition as a neurosurgeon, which made me proud. However, I
decided I should at least ask about the fate of my old self.
"Hey, Mom."
"Yes, dear?"
"In college, did you know someone named..."
All of a sudden, the phone rang.
"Hold that thought."
She got up and went to pick up the phone.
"Wait, why are you asking about her college?"
"Uh, I was digging through some folders, and I came across this
interesting name."
"Oh. Okay."
Heather just said yes to whoever was on the phone, before hanging up and
heading to the table.
"Liz,that was your father." I nearly choked on the spaghetti. Father? I
thought he was at the table right now.
"He says he's ten minutes away. Are you all packed?"
"Uh..."
"Go, check if you're packed. I'll pack the spaghetti for your trip."
"Okay...."
I ran upstairs, and back into my room. Sure enough, there was a packed
suitcase in one corner. Wait, so John wasn't my father. Actually, that
earlier conversation made sense now. I decided to take a closer look at my
room for possibly clues to my identity. As I dug, I noticed that I owned a
few of the posters she had. I also realized that her pajamas looked
exactly like Beth's. Hell, this shade of pink is something I preferred as
a male. Slowly, I was piecing together the evidence. Maybe the drawers
provided more evidence. Just as I opened them,:
"Liz, your father's here. Get going," John yelled.
"Now, honey, don't listen to him. Take your time. I'm in no rush," yelled
another voice. It sounded eerily familiar.
There were mainly school supplies in the drawer. I decided to just
confront my father person to person. I grabbed the suitcase, and headed
down the stairs. That's when I got the largest shock anyone has had. My
real father had curly brown hair, and dull green eyes, as well as an
incomplete shave. He also wore a plaid shirt, and jeans, like a
lumberjack. He was very fit, but I realized who this man was.
"Hi, Liz! Come and give your old man a hug."
I came, and hugged my future self.
End of Part I
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