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Use it or lose it By:Set3 Adrien, a twenty-nine year old male, was a healthy specimen but was for all intents and purposes, ordinary. With exception of inheriting the house he lived in from his late grandparents he would blend in with the rest of the populace. He exorcised regularly to keep in shape, while he drank occasionally it was never to in the excess so aside from his first foray into consuming alcohol he never had a hang over. He was a perfectly ordinary guy. So when Adrien woke up that morning and got out of bed he was surprised when he felt something drop out from his boxers. Still somewhat half-asleep he turned to see what had fallen to the floor. What he saw caused him to fully wake up with such a start that he fell back several steps tripping over something causing him to fall on his ass. Breathing hard he stared at the object. With objection in his mind he shoved his hand down the front of his underwear to confirm this impossibility. This action only confirmed the impossible. There, sitting on the floor several feet detached and away from him was his penis and testicles. Refusing to look down at the absence where his member originally sat he ran to the kitchen and grabbed a freezer bag and filled it with ice. He then ran back to his room and scooped up his detached member and placed it in the bag and zipped it up. He gave the bag a couple quick shakes to ensure his member was completely covered. He almost left the room, and house, in just his underwear but spared enough time to pull on a pair of sweat pants and a grey t-shirt. Foregoing socks he got his shoes on in record time and was out the door and in his car. A passing thought of whether or not he remembered to lock the house door before he left flitted through his mind before being dismissed as he drove off. After running several red lights and cutting off several other vehicles he made it to the hospital. He quickly got inside and made his way to a nurse sitting behind a large desk Adrien leaned over and whispered, "I need help! My penis fell off," he told her. She looked up at him with a confused look. "I'm sorry? I didn't quite hear that," she responded. Angered, Adrien held up the bag with his member and shook it in her face before placing it in front of her. "My penis fell off!" he yelled. The nursed eyes almost seemed to bulged as she stared at the bag for ten whole seconds. When she snapped out of it she quickly called for both doctors and security for the emergency. Adrien was quickly ushered under escort further into the hospital where he was examined in a room. The doctors examined his crotch, Adrien turning to the side refusing to look at what must be pretty gory. On the initial examination of his crotch both had fallen silent which made Adrien worry about how bad the damage was. After a few minutes the doctors gave his member an examination. A few minutes more of quiet examination they both excused themselves saying they would be back soon. And they were gone before Adrien could ask about how they were going to treat his injury. "Soon" turned out to be forty-seven minutes. Adrien knew this because he kept looking up at the clock on the wall watching each minute tick by. Adrien was debating on whether or not to go look for a doctor when, at long last, another doctor stepped in and closed the door. "Good morning Adrien," he greeted as he placed the bag holding Adrien's member on a table beside the examining bed. "We have found out what has happened to you," he told him. "Am I going to die?" Adrien asked shakily, giving the bag a side-long glance. "No," the doctor answered. "But, to confirm this, I will need to ask you some questions you'll find embarrassing," he started. Adrien nodded his head wanting this to be over. The doctor continued as he opened a clip board. "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-nine years old," Adrien answered. The doctor marked it down. "Have you ever had a sexual encounter? With the opposite or same sex?" "No, I'm straight," Adrien replied quickly. "So you've had sex with some woman?" the doctor asked. Adrien shifted in his seat. He honestly debated lying to the doctor but decided against it if only to get himself whole again. "No, I never had any sex," he answered with a blush. The doctor noted his answer before looking up at Adrien in the eyes before speaking. "Have you ever masturbated? In any frequency?" "NO!" Adrien said a little too quickly before looking down, suddenly turning to the side not wanting to look at his crotch as he was sure it was still a mess. "I mean, I've never saw a reason to. I always thought I'd have it after I married that special some one." he blushed again at admitting to such a childish desire. "So, you have never ejaculated? Not even after waking from a wet dream?" the doctor asked. Adrien squirmed as these questions were getting a little too personal but still answered, "I've never had a wet dream. I've had boners on occasion, who hasn't? I just never felt the need to 'jerk off'" The doctor noted Adrien's response and looked over what he'd written down as well as something else on the clipboard. "One final question Adrien, have you been drinking a lot of milk or other foods or drinks high in calcium?" Adrien stopped. Now that he thought about it, he had been drinking a lot of milk and told him accordingly. The doctor wrote it down before closing the clipboard. "Adrien, I'm afraid that this have confirmed my speculation. I'll have to diagnose you with 'Aphrodite's syndrome'" Adrien gulped. "What's that? An I going to die?" The doctor waved him off. "No no, it's not life threatening in the physiological sense. In the past, society would have made your life very difficult, if not dangerous, to live in. But, in this day in age, you should have a much easier time. Aphrodite's syndrome is an incredably rare affliction as it requires a very specific circumstance to happen. It's so rare in fact that, including you, there have been only eleven recorded cases of this affliction," he explained. "Just tell me what's happened to me and why my penis fell off!" Adrien shouted. The doctor paused for a moment before giving a sigh. "Because you haven't engaged in any sexual activity, voluntary or otherwise, your body has spontaneously ejected your... male equipment after growing the female equivalent. The reason you've been consuming so much calcium rich foods and drink is because your body was using that to calcify your male reproductive equipment so that it can be dislodged from your body." "What does that mean?" Adrien argued. The doctor pursed his lips before answering, "You now have a fully functioning woman's vagina where your penis used to sit. Surely you must have noticed that we haven't done anything to close the wound you think you have down there. If you doubt me then look for yourself." With that, and a lot of trepidation, Adrien slowly pulled his pants and boxers out so he could see. His heart caught in his throat as he stared. Just as the doctor stated. There wasn't any blood or gore that he thought should be there. Just an ordinary healthy looking vaginal. He gulped as he gingerly touched the lips actually feeling his fingers separating them slightly. He pulled his fingers away suddenly as if they were in a fire and let go of his pants and underwear feeling them snap back into place. "Can you put it back on?" he asked. not wanting specify what. The doctor shook his head. "I'm afraid that's not possible. As I said, your penis and testicles have calcified. They literally can be called stone now. There is no soft tissue or arteries or nerves to attach anymore." What the doctor said had hit him like a brick. He had lost the use of his cock and balls and would never have them again. Or at least feel them attached as they should be. While he was thinking about the ramifications the doctor had written something down and handed it to him. They were emails to psychologist that he said would help him in this adjustment. With that, he got up, picked up the bag that held the solid remains of his member and left the hospital. After a long dreary drive back home he finally arrived back home. On entering the door he fell listlessly against the door before in a fit of rage he threw the bag away from himself feeling he was betrayed by the displaced body part. The bag landed softly on the couch without incident but Adrien hardly cared and went off walking aimlessly through his house swearing and shouting until his voice was hoarse hours later. He'd growl, he'd make threatening jerking motions with his hands and arms. He spent an hour taking out his frustrations by repeatedly hitting the bed and pillows. He alternated between rage and freak-outs up until just after one the next morning where he finally burned out emotionally. No longer able to feel anything but still wired he went onto the computer to research what he now had. It took a bit to find the entry and pretty much what the doctor had told him was the same that was written in the entry. It was an affliction that only affected men. There were theories that it was a throw-back from early early man as a method to ensure the continued survival of the species like some clam shellfish. When there was too many men in the group, some would spontaneously grow a vagina to continue the species. The last recorded person that was afflicted with Aphrodite's syndrome was a British soldier who was examined during the first world war. Apparently, the reason it was so rare was because all it would take to avoid suffering Aphrodite's syndrome was to ejaculate once through sex or just whacking off. Adrien would have scoffed at this if he didn't still feel emotionally drained. Even then, the evidence was right there in his lap. There was some other stuff about his affliction but he lost interest. He pushed himself away from the computer and wandered to his bedroom where he sat down on the edge of his bed. He then looked down at his crotch as he opened his legs wide. He closed his legs and pulled his pants and underwear off and opened his legs again as he stared down at his new anatomy. With curious fingers he gently touched the soft folds. This time he didn't shy away and gently pushed in. He breathed in sharply as two fingers made there way into himself and held his fingers there a moment. A finger twitched sending a pleasant feeling up from his groin. He exhaled slowly as he just as slowly pulled his fingers back out. He never bothered playing with himself back when he still had a dick. He never felt the need to, but now... He placed two fingers over his new opening and started to gently rub up and down the opening. It didn't take long for his fingers became slick and he entered himself again. He swished his fingers around in himself as he entered and exited himself in a gentle rhythmic fashion. He grunted as he felt what was like a tide rising and ebbing back from his new vagina but kept his slow pace. The tide was getting bigger as he continued. Until finally the tide broke and his entire lower half felt like it turned to jelly as pleasure radiated up through him from his new organ. The tide of pleasure stayed with him for the longest time and he didn't realise it receding as it left him almost imperceptibly slowly. He would later learn this was called an afterglow. He wondered how he was able to keep himself from playing with himself all these years. Idly he wondered if cumming felt the same with a dick. "I guess I'll never know now," he mused to himself as he went at himself again. A half hour later he came again reveling in the raw pleasure. He was now drunk in the pleasure he gave himself. He groaned wanting to feel more and his sopping wet vagina seemed to agree as he felt it spasm at the thought. His mind wondered until a thought occurred to him. He slowly got up on wobbly legs and made his way to the living room and was pleased to see the freezer bag was right where he had thrown it. He picked up the bag and carried it to the kitchen. The ice had long since turned to water and sloshed about in the bag where he then dumped it out into the sink. He pulled his petrified member out and looked at it. He could recognise it as his since he had seen it whenever he happened to see it whether when he was in the shower or changing clothes. It seemed to have been frozened while it was fully erect. At eight and a half inches in length it seemed laughably impossible that he had somehow lived celibate up till now. "Let's brake that record," Adrien said to himself as he washed the dislodged member in the sink letting the warm water wash over it. Not bothering to dry it he ran back to the bedroom moving further up to avoid the wet spot he left earlier. His libido was on fire as he laid back and held his solid member between his legs pointing it in the opposite direction, in instead of out. He rubbed the end against himself and slowly pushed it in aided by the slick juices his vagina was still producing in large supply. He wasn't ignorant and expected to feel some level of pain as he popped his cherry for the first time. He was surprised that there wasn't any pain as he slowly pushed his former member up inside himself. He gasped as he felt so full and grunted as he pulled it out before slowly pushing it back in. The stone testicles seemed to provide a great handhold. Again, just like with his fingers, he kept his slow pace only increasing slightly when he managed to hit that magic button he would later discover as his 'G-spot'. When he finally came once more his legs snapped shut as he pushed his old member as deep in himself as he could as he curled up on his side gasping. Long after, when the afterglow finally left him, he quietly mused to himself as he slowly withdrew his old member from himself. "I'm going to have a lot of fun making up for lost time." THE END. Job Requirements By: Set3 Carl was walking down the street grumbling to himself. He's sixteen years old and is without a job. Some would say to just get a paper route, but he had been angling to hook up with a girl and that took real money. Which was why he was grumbling to himself as he walked. He lived in a small town, a tourist town to be exact, which in itself wasn't the problem. The problem was that he lived in a summer tourist town so all the college kids would come in and take all the jobs. An easy thing because college kids were cheap and they left after the busy season. Which is why Carl was having such a hard time finding a job. Even the worst jobs in town that he eventually applied to were taken. With every help wanted ad called for and every follow-up he's made, each telling him they'd call him. Code words for: "Go away". So now he was walking from store to store throwing his resume out and basically prostituting himself. Everyone was nice to him but basically told him not to get his hopes up. Still, he needed bank and he wasn't going to get any if he didn't get a job. And he wasn't going to get a job if he sat at home on his ass. So with that renewal of his will he turned to the next store on the street. It looked to be a yoga studio. "There's no way they're going to hire me here," Carl said to himself before opening the door and walking in. He walked up to the front desk and got the attention of what he thought of as a secretary. "Excuse me, I would like to apply for a job, please?" he said hopefully as he slid his largely empty resume in front for the woman to accept. The woman, who he thought was rather hot, looked up at him and gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry," she said equally as apologetic as the look she gave him. "We aren't hiring right now. And I'm sorry to say this but, we only hire women here." Carl gave an annoyed sigh as he scratched an itch above his eye. "Forgive me for asking but isn't that kinda sexist?" The woman nodded. "I can't fault you there and believe me, if it were up to me, I'd give you a shot. The reason we're woman only is because a lot of our clients are abuse victims and the classes we have are therapeutic and the owner thinks it's best to not expose them any more then necessary to...," she paused trying to think of the right word but failing to do so. "...Men," she said at last as she gave a helpless shrug. "Believe me, I hate the hiring policy as much as you do but that's the rules." Carl's head dropped as he took it all in. Of all the reasons not to hire him. He wiped his face before raising his head. "Look, I'm desperate here, I'll do anything. You can hire me as a janitor and I'll clean up before and after you guys open and close. Just please give me a chance," he begged. The woman behind the desk bit her lip obviously taking his plea to heart before she got up. "Wait here and I'll see what we can do," she told him as she ran off. Carl just stood there leaning against the desk as that was all he could do as he silently prayed. A few minutes later, the woman reappeared walking behind an older woman who stepped in front of Carl. "Hello..." she started probing for a name. "Carl! Carl Memphis," he gave as he extended a hand. She didn't take it. "Come with me to my office so we can discuss the terms of your possible employment," she told him as she turned around and walked off expecting him to follow. Carl almost thought the word bitch but stopped himself. This was the best chance he had to getting a job. So he fell into line behind her. When they got to her office she sat behind her desk and offered the seat in front. After he sat down she finally introduced herself. "I'm Nancy White and I am the owner of this studio. You can refer to me as Ms. White," she stated. Carl gave a slight nod. "Yes Ms. White," he murmured. Nancy seemed to smile at his initial show of respect. "So, Mr. Memphis. Mary has told me that you are in quite the dire straights." "Yeah, the college guys are getting all the jobs because they leave at the end of the season," Carl told her. "I see," Nancy said. "Well, it does make sense from a short term business model, here we like to cultivate a lasting impression in memorable faces. In other words, a familiar face puts our clients more at ease." she clasped her hands under her chin. "Are you serious about what you said about willing to do anything?" Carl gulped. "So long as it's legal," he said. He started to feel a little worried. Nancy let out a short laugh before waving him off. "I wouldn't have a business for very long if I did anything illegal. The reason I am asking is that we do need some one to tend to the front desk. One of my employees is away on maternity leave and we need some one to fill in while she is away," she explained. "If you are truly serious about wanting to work here then I will expect you to return here bright and early at eight am sharp. With some preparation, I am willing to give you a trial run," "Thank you, Ms. White, I'll be here in my best," he responded eagerly. Nancy waved him off. "No need to show up in a suit, just make sure that you are dressed neatly when you arrive. We will discuss 'uniforms' when you return in the morning." "Yes maam," replied. Nancy then saw Carl out. Carl quickly headed home to find both his parents to tell them the good news. His mom responded with a "That's nice dear." while his dad only grunted absently as he read his paper. Carl ignored their non-interest in his job hunt success and went upstairs to his room to prepare. He actually had a suit on a hanger on his closet door just in case he found a job, but with Nancy saying he wouldn't need it he hung it back up in the closet and tore through his dresser for what to wear on his first day at work. He really wanted to make a good first impression since this is the only job he managed to get so far and he didn't want to screw it up. He was so involved, stressing over making a mistake, that he almost didn't get to bed in time to wake up early enough to get ready tomorrow. His last thoughts before sleep finally took him was that he hoped everything went well on his first day. The next day he woke up two hours to eat get a shower and walk to the yoga studio. He was in such a hurry that he made it to the door almost twenty minutes before he was supposed to. This worked in his favour as Ms. White was just opening the door. She smiled in approval at Carl for arriving early and let him in after she unlocked the door. Nancy lead Carl to the employee change room where she left him a moment before returning with two small boxes and a small collection of clothing. Carl assumed the clothes she brought were to be his work clothes. "Now," Ms. White began as she set the clothing and one of the boxes aside. "Let's get you properly attired," she said as she opened the box in her hand. Ms. White held the box out to Carl offering its contents. Carl peered into the box seeing what looked like a polished pink coloured quarts rock. He gave a confused look to Ms. White but she only gestured for him to pick it up and waited expectantly. Carl hesitantly did so and picked up the rock. He held the rock in his hand, turning it over. It was about the size of a large grape. When he wrapped his fingers around the polished rock and incredably warm feeling shot up his arm causing him to sigh deeply as his form quickly, and painlessly, shrank and changed shape. When his transformation was over Carl had transformed into a female version of his teenage self. Not noticing his transformation Carl opened his hand to see why he felt that rush that apparently came from the rock. He was surprised to see that the pink quarts stone was now blue in colour. "Wasn't this," Carl started ask as he heard his voice. His free hand went to his throat while he finally noticed how slim his hand that was still holding the stone was. He looked down at himself seeing two pert mounds poking out from his t-shirt. "Oh my god," Carl uttered as his breath quickened. He turned to a full length mirror that was hanging on the wall to see a teenage girl with a shocked expression wearing ill-fitting boys clothing. Ms. White held the box out. "Please drop the stone back into the box Carl, we still have more preparations to make as well as getting you properly dressed." Carl did as he was told but was understandably angry. "How-Why did you turn me into a girl?" he shrieked, hating how high his voice had gotten. "Out of concern for a number of our clients, we don't employ males," she answered. "If you are worried about 'being stuck', don't worry. I have no intention of keeping you this way for the rest of your life, regardless of your conduct during your trial period." "Change me back right now," Carl demanded. Ms. White gave a sigh of disappointment. "Very well Carl, but consider your trial period finished. You'll have to find some place else to work," she told him. Carl stopped short of picking up the stone again on hearing Ms. White's statement. It was incredably hard to get a job in this town and the few places he hadn't been to yet were more or less lost causes and Ms. White was the ONLY one who was willing to give him a chance. But turning him into a girl as a requirement for the job. He pulled his hand away from the box. "You'll turn me back at the end of the day?" He asked, not believing that he's actually considering this. "As soon as your trial shift ends or if you have to leave for an emergency, yes, I promise that you will be returned to normal before you leave the studio." Carl hesitated again before nodding. "Ok," he took a quick breath wincing at the alien feeling of his breasts moving under his shirt. "You said that there was more stuff?" he asked, putting on what he hoped was a brave face. Ms. White smiled as she withdrew the box and closed it. "For now, you can change out of your clothes and into these that I've provided," she told him as she touched the bundle of clothes on the side. She picked up the other box as she left. "I'll leave you to change in private and I will take this as I think you'll get yourself into trouble without my supervision," she said indicating the second box as she closed the door behind her. Carl turned to his reflection and was about to feel up his new breasts when he heard Ms. White call out, "Do be quick now. We'll be opening soon." With that said, Carl put his hands down and turned away from the mirror so he wouldn't be distracted. A rather moot point as he could feel his breasts flop on his chest when he pulled his shirt off. After pulling his pants, shoes and socks off he turned to the pile of clothes. There was a pair of yoga pants a sports bra and a tight stretchy top. He scoffed at the garments but put them on anyways. Once he was as fully clothed as he could be he turned to the mirror. He was stunned by what he saw. "Holy shit, I make a hot check," he mumbled to himself as he looked himself over. The only thing that ruined the image was his underwear. Because of the skin tight nature of the yoga pants he could see every wrinkle his underwear made. He tried several times to straighten it out but every attempt either made him uncomfortable or bunched up in unsightly spots. With a sigh he knocked on the door. "Um, Ms. White? I'm sorry to ask but do you have an underwear I could use? ...Mine don't fit any more," he grimaced almost hearing her screaming at him to get out as he was. There was a pause behind the door. "Just take them off, you won't be needing underwear for the next part. Hurry up now please," she urged. Carl was aghast. What else did she have planed for him he wondered. Deciding to go with it since he'd already gone this far he pulled off the yoga pants and then his now bulky underwear before replacing the yoga pants. Now with the last of his male clothing removed he let Ms. White back in. Ms. White pulled in an office chair behind her as well as one of the boxes she had in before. She held her hand over the top of the box for a moment. "Before we start the next bit, I'll need you to listen to me very carefully and do exactly as I say," she paused to let it sink in that Carl should take what she said with care. She continued, "When you pick up this stone, only do so with your fingertips. When you are holding it, hold it with your palm facing down. And when I tell you, drop the stone immediately. Understand?" "Y-yes," Carl answered. Ms. White opened the small box and held it out for Carl. He reached in and picked up another smoothly polished stone that was almost clear. Keeping with Ms. White's instructions Carl held the stone with his fingertips with his palm down so when Ms. White told him to let go the stone would fall to the floor. So Carl held the stone and waited expectantly. At first nothing seemed to happen until Carl noticed a tingling in his toes. The tingling grew from there slowly feeling as if his feet were being messaged. He let out a moan as the message started going up his legs. It felt so good and relaxing. He gasped and let out another moan as it reached the top of his legs and moved into his groinal region as the message turned into a sexual intensity as it washed over his new plumbing. It was so incredible that he barely heard Ms. White tell him to let go and even then he didn't care he just didn't want this sensation to end. He idly wondered how much better it would feel if he held the stone firmly in his hand when he felt a hand smack the back of his that was holding the stone causing him to drop it. He opened his eyes that he didn't realise he had closed seeing Ms. White close the top of the box with the stone inside. Even though he only caught a glimpse he could swear that the once clear stone was now a cloudy white. Carl looked down at himself wondering what happened to him this time but didn't see anything different until he saw his bare feat. The colour of his feet were now white and looked... plastic? "What happened to my feet?" he asked. He tried to move his feet to get a better look but found he couldn't move his feet. In fact, he couldn't move his legs either. While he was wondering what was going on Ms. White came over and put an arm under each of his and lifted him up, leaving his hips and everything below it where he was standing previously. Ms. White carried Carl's upper half over and set him down on the office chair. "Before you ask," Ms. White started. "This is all reversible. While you'll be working the front desk, your bottom half will be in the window showcasing one of the products we sell. The yoga pants," she explained. "Before Bethany, the one you may be temporarily replacing used to do this before she got pregnant. You will, of course, receive a bonus for doing this. And before you ask, no, you wont have to showcase your bottom half. The trial period is to show you everything that may be expected of you and your options while employed," she started wheeling him out to till he was seated behind the front desk. She left but quickly returned with his lower half. Carl wasn't sure which was weirder, that she was carrying a part of him from another room and he was still alive, or that he still had a sense of touch that he discovered when he suddenly felt her hand left his bottom half up and carry it over. "You would be surprised to know ho expensive mannequins are, even just partial mannequins cost more than they need to be," she then set up his lower half in the window as she said adjusting it to best present the yoga pants he was wearing. "So, we just have some of the staff volunteer to display our product for the day. When their shift is over we put them back together and send them on their way with a small increase in their salary." "So, if I get the job and I don't want to do... that," Carl started. "Then you won't be forced to," Ms. White finished for him. "Although, a good portion of our staff have done it for a little extra spending money." That seemed to answer all of Carl's questions about his transformations for the moment and Ms. White began to tell him about what was expected of his job. Mostly data entry and giving information about when yoga classes started to clients and handing out pamphlets as well as scheduling private yoga sessions for the special clients. With that done the yoga studio was opened and Carl started his day. It was run of the mill and as he went about tending the desk he'd try to shift in his seat only to remember that his legs were plastic and standing in the window and what was left of him was actually propped up a few phone books on an office chair to make it look like he still had legs. He also had to catch himself from checking his own ass out in the window having to remind himself that it was his he was looking out the corner of his eye let alone that it was currently made of plastic. Still, he had to admit, he had a good looking ass standing there in yoga pants. Aside from processing clients for personal or group yoga classes the most exciting thing that happened was that he pushed himself away from the desk to adjust his legs while he sat and again forgot he hadn't had them on currently. This resulted in him being surprised which caused him to accidentally push himself away from his desk leaving him marooned in the middle of the room with nothing to push off of until some one came when he called for help. He was reluctantly embarrassed to admit that he would do it once more before the day was out. Other than that it was: What time maam? Change rooms are down the hall on the right. And, would you like to pay with cash debit or credit? It was kind of mind-numbing but his changed person kept him occupied. A great deal later when his day was nearing its end when he was surprised to see his crush in front of him. The beautiful Desirae, or Dez to her friends, was leaning on the desk to get his attention as she looked at him with a friendly smile. "Um, hi, I'm interested in taking some yoga classes?" she asked him. Carl just stared at her a moment in awe. He was snapped out of his short lived stupor when he felt his nipples harden and a warm feeling in his inanimate crotch, he quickly pulled himself closer to the desk to hide his lack of locomotion. "Uh, yeah! Here's our current schedule for this month. Please, have a look and see what works for you," he answered briskly before swallowing hard in fear that she would somehow recognise him. Desirae looked through the schedule and pointed out the days and times she would like to come. Carl nodded and entered her into the system. He had to tell her that one day was already full but the other days she marked were fine. She smiled at that. "Great! Thanks..." Carl waited for her to finish before he realised she was wanting to hear his name. "Oh, sorry, my name is Carrrll-ly," he answered at last, feeling his cheeks blush for almost giving himself away as well as giving Desirae such a girly name. If Desirae noticed she didn't show it. "Thanks Carly. And please, call me Dez," she said with another smile and a light tap on the desk before she turned and left the studio. Carl's head was in a cloud as he process what she said. She told him to call her Dez! Carl actual let outa giggle on running that through his head. He was in such a dreamy state that he didn't hear Ms. White approach until she clapped her hands, startling him. "Well, your trial shift is over and you have done a good job from what I have seen. You've even garnered a few compliments from some of our clients," she told him proudly. "I can say that I don't have any problems with your work ethic so, if you would like to continue working here, we would be happy to have you." Carl thought it over for a moment. The job itself was kinda boring but ok and the requirements, that he had to work as a chic was weird would serve to keep him on his toes (pun not intended), was acceptable. Plus, he would get to work inside a building with A/C. Anywhere else he could already picture himself sweating away under a hot sun. Plus there was a chance to make some extra money as he worked and he doubted anywhere else could offer that. Then there was the last bit that he would most likely not find another job if he passed this one up. With his mind made up he looked up at Ms. White with a smile and said, "I'd love to keep working here, when's my next shift?" THE END. Untitled By: Set3 The human mind is an incredably powerful thing. With it great cities have been built, the atom had been split and the world before us will unfold in the most magnificent way. The same can be said to how the human mind can produce the worst causing the yet unknown future to creep towards us in the most undesirable way. As it has just been said, the human mind is a powerful thing. The world is what the human mind makes of it, good or ill. The human mind of one person, while good in nature, was feeling very ill. Gilles Degagne was sitting at his table with his head in his hands quietly sobbing to himself. "I can't take it anymore," he wept with a shudder. "No matter what I do it's never good enough," he pounded the table with a fist. "Any mistake I make brings me back to zero. No matter how far I get, just one mistake, and I'm back to nothing. I'm never good enough," He picked up a cutting knife he had laid in front of him on the table and looked at it. He wiped at his tear stained cheek before tossing the knife back on the table. "I don't want to kill myself but I can't go through this anymore." Gilles clenched his fist to his face as he gritted his teeth as he dropped to his knees. It was all too much. "I don't want to live in this world anymore!" he shouted with his eyes closed. And the seemingly impossible happened. Gilles' form began to fade. Little by little, his crying form evaporated until there was nothing left. Slowly, every item in his apartment followed suit. Like footprints in the sand on the beach, every article of clothing, every morsel of food, every piece of furniture, every item he ever owned, vanished. The laws of nature or the laws of physics, whichever one wants to believe in, still applies. And the universe would not have a vacant slot... Sata Bishop was just returning to her apartment from her jog. She removed her hairband as she shook her pony tail from her long blond hair. At twenty-three years of age she had to admit that she had a good life so far. With a great family who encouraged her she got good grades and made it into one of the best universities in the country. It was tough but she worked hard and her efforts paid off and she graduated just within the top ten of her class. "It was good seeing Emily," she said to herself as she grabbed a bottle of water to cool down before she went for a shower. "I wonder if I can get her to come jogging with me next time," she mused. She smiled to herself before shaking her head before tossing her bottle into the trash. "Ha, as if, she complains when the escalator is out of order." she was about to strip for her shower when the was a knock on her door. when she answered it, there was a man standing there wearing a beige trench coat and matching fedora. He reminded Sata of one of those detective movies. "Yes? Can I help you?" she asked. The man nodded. "My name is Sam Tryffle, I'm a private investigator," he said handing her his card. "May I come in please? I'd like to ask you about a person that has gone missing in the area." Sata looked at the card. It 'looked' legit but that didn't mean anything. Still, she did have her self defense lessens her dad had her get to fall back on so if he tried anything... Having made her decision she sent a quick text to one of her friends that lived nearby before he let the man in. "Okay, just for a few minutes though, I'm expecting a friend over soon," she half warned/welcomed. "Don't worry, I'll just ask a few questions and then I'll leave," he assured as he pulled his fedora off as he entered. Sata lead the man to the kitchen and offered the man a seat to which he politely declined. Sam pulled out a notepad from his coat. "I'm investigating a missing person," he explained. "Do you know a man by the name of Gilles Degagne?" Sata thought about it. The name did sound vaguely familiar but she couldn't remember from where or having ever met a guy with that name. She shook her head no. The PI jotted something down in his notepad. "Tell me, have you ever heard of the Mandela effect?" Sata gave him a quizzical look. Sam continued, "The Mandela effect originates from a rather famous man by the name of Nelson Mandela. He was a rather famous political man who was a renowned revolutionary and philanthropists. He lived a long successful life until eventually passing away. Here's where the Mandela Effect comes in. Earlier in his life he spent some time in jail. Naturally he was released because of reasons that aren't important here but, a large amount of people claim that they knew for a fact that Nelson Mandela died in prison, a large portion even going so far to say they had seen his execution on television despite actual evidence to the contrary. Essentially, the Mandela Effect is a term used to describe mass events where large groups of people misremember events. One you may recognise is that you may remember The Berenstain Bears as Berenstien Bears." He looked up at Sata. "Can you tell me what your parents names are?" Sata stiffened. "Wha-what does that have or that Mandela thing have to some missing guy?" she was beginning to feel nervous and debated on calling her friend to come asap. Sam waved his hands. "Sorry, the Mandela effect is a personal interest of mine as for me asking about your parents, well, let's just say that the life of a P.I. has a lot more bureaucracy than you first expect. If I had've known before choosing this career I'd have picked a different profession." He made a show of waving the matter off. "While my line of work is largely tedious and boring, fact-checking and the like. There are some elements of danger so this is just to appease the insurance company." "I guess... that makes sense," Sata replied, not completely convinced. "Good, so, your parents names are..?" "My mom and dad's are..." her brow furrowed. For some reason she couldn't think of their names. While she always called them just mom and dad she knew their names so why was she hitting a wall trying to think of them? "What do they do for a living?" Sam asked seemingly oblivious. "They work at..." Another wall. "Where do you work?" Sam asked further. "I... I work at..," Sata's breath quickened as she brought her hands up to her head trying to remember. How could she forget where she worked? She was just there yesterday. Her heartbeat started to pound in her chest as fear started to creep up into her. Sam closed his notepad and put it away. "Would you like to know why you can't remember anything?" he asked as he tried to put a comforting hand on Sata's shoulder to which she batted it away and took several steps back. "S-stay away from me!" she spat. "What did you do to me? My friend is coming soon and when she sees you here she'll call the cops," she tried to threaten but it came out as more of a desperate plea. Sam remained where he stood making no effort to move from where he stood. "I can assure you that I haven't done anything to you. Now, the next question I have you don't have to tell me but, what was the last thing you remember doing with your friend?" "We...," yet another wall. "Shut up!" she screamed as she grabbed a chair and threw it at him. He caught it easily but made no further action but to look at her. Sata was hyperventilating now. Sam then began to speak very softly. "The reason you can't remember anything is that before today, you didn't exist," he told her quietly but firmly. Sata clenched her eyes shut as she fell to her knees. Her form actually began to flicker out of existence at random intervals. At the points where she flickered out a shadowy form of another could be seen underneath. "Please stop it," she begged sniffling. As she said those three words she flickered and during those brief flickers another, male voice belonging to the shadow form replaced hers before she flickered back in. Sam continued to look down on her. "Before today, you were Gilles Degagne," he stated. This caused Sate's eyes to open wide as she shot straight up and screamed a soul shattering scream. Her flickering form finally faded allowing the concealed shadowy form to come forth and solidify revealing Gilles as he collapsed to the floor, now once again solid. Finally, Sam walked over and knelt down to Gilles who was breathing hard, he put a gentle hand on his back and began rubbing it slowly. "It's ok Gilles, you're back now." he was about to explain himself when Gilles' arm shot out grabbing Sam by the throat. "What gave you the right to bring me back?" Gilles queried in a low voice as he brought his head up to face Sam as he struggled to breath. "For the first time I can remember, I was happy! And you took it away from me!" he shouted as he shoved Sam back. Sam quickly scramble to his feet standing back from Gilles as he got to his own feet. "You had no right!" Gilles shouted at him. "Sata wasn't real Gilles," Sam said back. "You think that if you become some one else, that's it? When ever some one disappears like you it leave a hole in the world. It leaves a hole in the people around you. You might no longer 'exist' but people who know you will still remember you at a base level that they don't understand. They don't even know it but they miss you dearly," he told Gilles. "They miss using me," Gilles shouted at him, a bit of spittle flew from his mouth. "Oh, they might say they like me to people that don't know them but in private, behind closed doors, it's always 'what mistake did you make this time Gilles? Why couldn't you be better?'" He kicked at a chair that was near his feet. "I starved for a YEAR because my manager abused me and got me fired. The fucker was on vacation when I was told and he wouldn't even show up when I tried to have a meeting about his behaviour. I wasn't worth his shitty time. The next job I got, I was there for a week before some guy came in who acted just like him and I got scared and quit right there. I couldn't get my EI because I needed a written note from a psychiatrist that said I had gone through mental trauma but I couldn't because I was too busy trying to find a job so I don't starve and become homeless. And the financial aid was JUST enough to keep a roof over my head. I had to use the rest to pay for my cell phone bills just in case I got a call for a job. I would have to go for THREE DAYS between one small meal and those fuckers at financial aid cut me off several time because I didn't file a report saying I was job hunting. I was job hunting so much that people were sick of seeing me coming in every few days asking if they had considered me yet. And the last job I got was as a fucking janitor! They call it something else but that was what it was. And no matter what I did, how well I did that shitty job I was still abused. I do the best that I can do and it's never good enough, there's always something wrong I did. The other guys with the same job get away with doing less than me and they get the praise. I have to pick up after them and it's my fault I didn't do it fast enough. Five fucking seconds they happen to see me out of the corner of their eyes is apparently enough to deem me as being lazy." Gilles started to pound on the table to emphasis his points. "Grow up Gilles, calm down Gilles. You don't have the right to be upset. Stop attacking us, we didn't do anything wrong. It's all your fault!" The last pound on the table caused a small but audible crack to sound from it. Gilles' fist was red and threatening to swell. For several minutes Gilles just stood there with tears rolling down his cheeks before he spoke again in a low barely audible voice. "No one wants me around unless they need me to do something for them or they want to use me to vent on. I'm unimportant so it's safe for everyone to abuse me." He abruptly sat down on the chair behind him. "I was already a ghost long before I became Sata Bishop," he said at last before staring off into space. Sam rubbed his face as he looked around the room noting that all of 'Sata's' personal items were still in place. "All I can do is remind you of who you really are. And, if you truly wanted to come back 'Sata's belongings would have started to fade," he let out a long heavy sigh. "I can't force you to do what you don't want to do. But, if you do go back, there will be a part of you that knows the truth. That your life as this Sata girl isn't real. Sure, the longer you live as Sata the more... entrenched she will be in the world. It will be just like the Mandela Effect, most will accept her as truth but a noticeable level of people, people close to YOU will know that you are gone and that Sata is a lie. Are you sure?" Gilles shrugged as he gave Sam a sad smile. "Like I said, I'm already a ghost to everyone already. The handful of people that truly cared about me have already passed away. I'll be gone either way," as he said that his form started to fade slowly. Sam gave a nod as he headed for the door and placed his fedora back on his head. "Then this will be the last time you'll see me. I wish you luck and good day miss," he said as he left. As Sam closed the door Gilles faded out of existence for the last time giving way to Sata once again. Sata, now in control, had forgotten much of her encounter with Sam save for his initial inquires into a missing person. She had just gotten up to get another bottle of water from the fridge when she heard a knock at the door. When she went to open it it was her friend Britney that she texted earlier she looked around past Sata as if looking for some one. "Hey Sata, everything ok?" she asked with a hint of concern in her voice. Sata nodded. "Yeah, it was just some detective guy looking for a missing person. I told him I didn't see this guy and he left. Sorry for worrying you," she told her apologetically. "Are you sure?" Britney asked a final time. Sata took a cleansing breath before giving her a smile. "Yeah, I couldn't be better," she said. THE END.