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Shadow On The Shoulder Part 3: Bring Back 1996 free porn video
Author note: This is the last of the chapters I previously uploaded to
Deviantart - will start work on chapter 4 once this is up.
**********
"Beep beep beep beep! Beep beep beep beep! Beep beep beep beep!"
Mike groaned as he woke up...summer holidays were officially over. He'd
spent the break chilling, spending time at the cinema with Steve
watching the Atlanta Olympics(dire from a British perspective),
spending the occasional hour at the cybercaf? that had opened up
locally(a home Internet connection would be awesome, but...), heading
off for a week's surfing with his parents...
...and dreaming about turning into Melissa. The mystery girl had very
much taken over those dreams and...he'd gotten used to it. He still had
no idea who she was meant to be, certainly couldn't talk about it with
anyone...but...he didn't mind becoming her.
Right now though, he had to get out of bed.
The paper on the breakfast table read 2nd September 1996. People were
still responding to Charles and Diana's divorce, Saddam Hussein was
still being an arse and Clinton vs Dole Stateside was getting underway.
All of which "it" continued to find amusing. The back page had a report
on yesterday's Moldova vs England World Cup qualifier which Mike had
watched highlights of on ITV that night. Mike hadn't needed "it's" help
to predict that England would win 3-0.
"It." The other big mystery in Mike's life that wouldn't leave him
alone. Why was it so amused by what went on in the world? Where did its
knowledge about both football and stuff like autism come from?
For the first time... "It" seemed to respond to Mike's questions...if
only through an increased sense of amusement...and then what sounded
like a music clip in his head... "bring back 1996...ahhhh...bring back
1996...ahhhh... "
The singer was male, but that's all that Mike was able to work out. The
tune rang no bells whatsoever. Bring back 1996? This was 1996. So what
the fuck? Unless...holy crap...
A few years back, there had been a time travel show called Quantum
Leap. A guy called Sam Beckett "leapt" into other people's bodies in
the past. Mike had only watched an episode or two but...
Was "it."..a Sam Beckett? Hang on...that character took over people's
bodies in the past to carry out his missions...which meant...what? Mike
was dealing with a quantum leap that had gone wrong? Hell knows. That
wasn't the only unanswered question that remained though. Why did this
"Sam Beckett" leap from some point in the future to 1996? And why leap
into 13 year old(14 later that month) Mike Price?
The first day of a new school year was always slightly off. Period 1
was reserved for the new Year 7s and Mike was Year 9 now. Which meant a
lie in just for today and Period 2 being Assembly - and after that, his
first appointment with Mrs Lindsey the school's head of Special needs,
to talk about autism. Mike knew of her but the pair had never gotten to
talk before.
The talk was half an hour long, basically, clarify what problems Mike
had been having. The official diagnosis was still in the works but Elsa
had already been in touch with the school to give her point of view.
Mrs Lindsey still wanted to know how Mike had come to suspect he was
autistic given that this was a condition that was usually picked up at
a younger age and again...Sam clearly did not want to be discovered. "I
felt something had to be wrong with me" was the best that Mike could
do. Mrs Lindsey offered herself up as a counsellor and said that she
would send a note to all of his teachers, to give them some idea what
to look out for.
After that...break then English and Science. Then lunch. Then Art. Then
registration. Miss Connor had left the school so 9AN now had the older
Mr Danton as form tutor. Then home.
Home meant chill out and listen to music...then homework, then dinner,
then Playstation, then bed. Some things did not change.
************
Mike woke up and walked into the bathroom, stripped and turned on the
shower...the atmosphere was unusual but familiar...he didn't really
feel the water on his skin...he did notice it smoothen though...his
frame shrink a few inches...her breasts start to swell...her breasts?
Yes...she smiled...she was Melissa now...
She turned off the shower, dried herself off...took a quick glimpse of
her now-familiar reflection, wrapped a towel round herself and went
back to her room...which had suitably altered...panties...bra...
skirt...socks...shoes...blouse...tie...blazer...
The rest of the day seemed uneventful...well...uneventful as it would
have been for her she guessed...instead of sitting next to Steve at
registration she was sitting next to Paula Reynolds...using the girls
toilets and changing rooms at PE...netball rather than
rugby...questions about boyfriends rather than girlfriends...then
home...
**********
"Beep Beep Beep beep! Beep Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep beep!"
Mike woke up, things felt real so he guessed it was still Tuesday, 3rd
September though this time he'd have to go through it as Mike rather
than Melissa. Into the bathroom, hit the shower...and then he froze...
...was it him...or did his nipples just puff up? Everything else felt
real...so this wasn't another dream and...yeah...they definitely felt
more sensitive now...and then they returned to normal.
What had just happened? Mike could only think of one explanation. Sam.
Whoever he...or maybe she was...he...she...whatever...was sending him a
message.
Somehow...the mysterious being could turn him into a girl. For real.
Possibly even wanted to. And Mike knew the girl that "it" had in mind.
Melissa. She showed up in his dreams pretty much straight after Sam
showed up in his head back in June. Why though? Who was Melissa meant
to be? While he'd love the opportunity to transform just like
that...Mike knew the problems that it would cause.
What the hell was Sam up to?
Having to effectively relive a schoolday...this time for real...was
freaky, and the memories of the dream version of that day weren't
exactly helpful as his imagination wasn't capable of predicting exactly
what work he'd be given. Plus...he really didn't have the build for
rugby...he'd have taken netball lessons as a girl any day of the week.
After school, he went straight to Elsa's house where she hosted her
autistic group. He'd done a picnic with them during the summer and
already wasn't sure if the group was right for him or not. A few of the
kids...reminded him of him when he was nine or ten...others...were
impossible to have a conversation with and this afternoon, Elsa wanted
him to talk about what secondary school was like.
He was glad to be of use but...what good was hanging out with primary
school kids going to do him? He got the impression from Sam that he
should stick with it but that even that mysterious presence wasn't
certain about this group.
Also...well...where did Melissa fit in? Hypothetically, what would
happen if Mike turned into her and she showed up to this group...which
was meant to be for boys? Would turning into a girl fix his autism? The
now-familiar sense of amusement Mike got from Sam suggested that the
answer was "no." So again...why did Sam want Mike to turn into Melissa?
Elsa seemed to recognise at least some of Mike's dilemma and offered
him one-to-one support as long as he kept attending the group. He could
roll with that.
Wednesday afternoon was PSE, Mr Danton's first such lesson with his new
class...and having received the memo from Mrs Lindsey and decided to do
a lesson on autism. He handed out information sheets that he had
received by fax from the National Autistic Society who were in turn
working with Lorna Wing on a new project.
At first glance, the information looked...relatively accurate to
Mike...and it included the acknowledgement that there were some girls
or women who had autism though they were thought to be rare, and in
themselves relatively masculine compared to neurotypical women. Halfway
through the lesson...Mike was invited to the front.
Well...he froze. Public speaking was not his forte and over something
so personal that he was still trying to work out himself...? He
eventually came out with the fact that he himself had autism, that
people seemed strange to him, and that he was trying to get support for
his condition...before sitting down again. Mr Danton thanked him for
his effort and Mike was allowed to sit down again.
After school, Steve invited him back to his place and Mike only
reluctantly agreed...and only because he knew he'd need Steve to have
his back if there was any trouble with their classmates.
"So," Steve opened up, "you say the world seems strange to you. Do I
seem strange?"
"Yes," Mike responded, "I don't know how you manage to have such
confidence socially, you believe in yourself in a way that I can only
pretend to at most, with you, getting a girlfriend is only a matter of
time, you can talk your way in or out of anything. Me...well you saw
how I was just then... "
"At least you'll probably get out of here with good GCSEs though,"
Steve replied... "You even got that chat with the governors last year,
gift of the gab only gets me so much"
"Yeah well, I may need that gift," Mike replies, "I've got no idea how
people are going to react to this...just this...sense that it all
needed to be done."
"You got it," Steve smiled and the pair chatted more, about Elsa's
group, what Mr Danton was like as a form tutor so far...and which girls
Steve wanted to go after this year...Mike still had no one in mind on
that front. In the background...Sam seemed to trust Steve the same way
Mike did...but there was something else there...that same creepy sense
Mike had when the still-mysterious being, seemingly from the future
first showed up...not for the first time...Mike wondered who or what
was in his head.
That evening...Mike was listening to the Red Hot Chillis...the CD
finished but before he got up to eject the disc...another tune started
up in his head...this time...well...Mike would know the vocalist
anywhere...even if he'd never heard this song before in his life...a
future Chilli's track? "Easilly...let's get carried away...everything
must go...the story of a woman on the morning of a war...remind me if
you will exactly what we're fighting for...calling, calling for
something in the air...calling, calling, I know you must be there...I
can't tell you who to idolise...throw me to the wolves because there's
order in the pack...throw me to the sky because I know I'm coming
back..."
What...the fuck...?
The next week and a bit...well...there was no immediate obvious
reaction to Mike coming out as autistic. The first Monday after that
event saw Mike spend the back end of period 1 talking things over with
Mrs Lindsey. Tuesday afternoon was Elsa's group and there was a one-to-
one with Elsa Thursday evening. Given that Mike was still getting used
to Top of the Pops not being on a Thursday anymore, he was glad to have
something to fill the gap. He also had his birthday to look forward to.
*********
The evening of Mike's birthday...the atmosphere felt unusual but as
planned his Mum brought a birthday cake into the dining room. What was
different were four girls from school in bright coloured sleeveless
satin dresses(Paula, Tina, Sarah and Olga) sitting round the table
rather the guys Mike knew were on the guestlist.
The girls and his Mum started singing, "Happy birthday to you, happy
birthday to you, happy birthday dear Melissa, happy birthday to you."
Mike smiled...blew out the candles and then looked down...watching as
his body shifted and his clothes fused into a turquoise dress that was
similar to what the other girls were wearing.
"Thank you for today." Melissa smiled at her friends.
*********
Mike got himself up. Sunday 15th September 1996. That meant it was his
14th birthday, this time for real. Croissaints for breakfast and then a
present opening session, a few new t-shirts, FIFA 97 for the
Playstation, the novelisation of Independence Day.
Nothing was scheduled for the remainder of the morning so he took
himself off to the local cybercaf? before lunch for the first time
since that summer, his parents giving him the fiver for an hour online.
He had a quick look at some sports and gaming websites before seeing
what there was about autism on the Internet. It turned out, there were
a few mailing lists online, but to register for any of them, he'd need
an email address...and while he could pay extra to send and receive
email here...it wasn't worth it.
The afternoon brought bowling and Laserquest with Steve and a few of
the other guys, Ian, Drew and Tim from school followed by Pizza Hut.
Then he and the guys were driven back home for cake.
"Happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear
Mike...happy birthday to you"
Mike blew out the candles. For an instant...he saw the girls from his
dream in place of his mates. He looked down at himself...for an instant
he saw Melissa's body in that dress...
"You OK, Mike?" His Mum brought him back to reality.
"Yeah, no worries" he replied "sorry about that"
Over the course of the next week...well...Mike had already gotten used
to people thinking that he was a bit odd. It was only now though that
he noticed that the other pupils were starting to stare at him more
than they used to. Luckilly, he had both Steve and Sam around to keep
him calm and make sure he didn't react to the stares. "They want a
reaction - don't give them one" Steve kept repeating.
Then Friday lunchtime saw something that Mike couldn't help reacting
to. Some blonde girl he didn't know screaming at Steve. Feeling that he
owed his mate a favour, Mike went over to ask what was going on.
"Awww...look who it is defending Stanton...the FREAK!"
For once, even Sam was caught off guard by the girl's reaction, which
scared the hell out of Mike for a moment. Luckilly for him, Ms Coogan,
a German teacher, took the girl, Stacey it turned out her name was,
away for a talking to.
The incident had gotten a lot of attention though, and attention was
the last thing Mike wanted. The good news was, no further trouble from
Stacey or any other girls. The bad news was...a few boys saw the
incident as their cue to start taunting Mike. Barely a day went by
without one of them showing up to say that one word, "freak."
On the weekend...there was something else that Sam found particularly
amusing. Mike and his parents were having tea and watching Channel 4
news. There was a story breaking from the US election that the
Democrats were being accused of accepting assistance from China.
Next thing Mike knew, well...he wasn't sure what was going on, he was
watching a scene from another living room entirely, one with a flat
screen and scrolling text at the bottom that he couldn't make
out...some kind of press conference, US and Russian flags in the
background. Mike knew the US...presumably President from somewhere...
hang on...that guy in the Pizza Hut advert from last year...no way...
that was a sketch show character right? A spoof of a US businessman?
Sam's further increase in amusement said otherwise. Then came a brief
flash...a photo with whatshisname... "TREASON" written over the top in
red letters...
For the second time in a week...Mike's parents gave him an odd look. He
wasn't sure what to say, his first real glimpse at the future was very
strange though.
Other the next few weeks, Mike had to get used to the continuing
taunts, with Sam and Steve continuing to keep him calm. For the first
time, this also gave him a common concern with the kids at Elsa's
group. Further dreams of becoming Melissa provided Mike with further
comfort still, she didn't seem to get bullied in her world. Autistic
girls were meant to be relatively masculine but she appeared to be no
more masculine than most girls Mike knew. What would happen if he
really did turn into her one day...?
Monday 14th October. The day had been uneventful so far and he came out
of the canteen having had lunch, half an hour to go till period 5...
...and then this girl appeared to walk in slow motion down the steps
into the well of the hall. Even Sam seemed to freeze at the sight of
her. Slightly tanned skin, dark, clipped back hair...
"Want me to find out her name mate?" Steve offered.
It turned out her name was Roberta Mitchell. She'd just transferred
from another of the local schools so today was her first day. She was
in 9AX. What now? Sam seemed uncertain whether she was worth having
anything to do with but eventually nudged Mike into talking to people
about her, but with the sense that he was against the clock.
So he talked. First to his parents at dinner that night and the
following night. Then got hold of Mrs Lindsay Wednesday to quickly ask
for advice and was allowed to skip the second half of PSE to talk
things over more. Then Elsa Thursday. And Steve at various points.
Friday lunchtime...Mike saw her standing alone, looking over the well
of the hall and walked over to her slightly nervously. Even Steve
hadn't gotten a girlfriend yet, and he seemed to know what he was
doing. What made Mike think he had a chance with a girl more stunning
than any that Steve had gone after? Still, he had a script so here went
nothing...
"Hi, new girl right? Roberta?"
She turned to face him, she was relatively tall for a girl. "Er...yes,
what about it?"
"Well...my name's Mike, 9AN. May I ask how things are going so far?"
"Mike from 9AN...your name does actually ring a bell from somewhere
..."
Oh crap...Mike looked down briefly. "Er yeah...a few guys call me a
freak..."
"How come?"
"I have autism, was asked to talk about it in PSE a few weeks back..."
"Oh? As in Rain Man?"
"Huh?"
"Film about a man with autism...played by Dustin Hoffman...also has Tom
Cruise in it...saw it on TV once... "
"Never heard of it."
"It's not bad."
'Not bad' was a good summary of how this was going, and Sam seemed
impressed, this might actually work. Now, keep voice clear, ambitions
low to start with... "Would you mind continuing this conversation
sometime...perhaps over milkshakes at Wimpy?"
Roberta looked at him for a long time...then smiled slightly. "Maybe,
when did you have in mind?"
Mike froze during the conversation for the first time, trying to
reorganise the weekend in his mind. "Saturday at 2?"
"Sure."
Mike walked away feeling unreal...had he just managed to blag a date
with the stunning new girl? He was meant to be a freak!
Talking about it with Steve on the way to the bus stop...he mate's
first response was, "Are you telling me you just got a date with
Roberta Mitchell?"
"Maybe."
Cue high five "You git! I make an effort with...well you know how many
girls I've asked out and..."
Mike shrugged. "This doesn't make any sense to me either mate, it's
still probably only a matter of time before you get a girlfriend."
Sam seemed to back that up at least.
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