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Chapter 15: CHARACTER LIST: Loren: 5'6, longish dark hair. Small A-cup naturally. Currently questioning gender identity. Cindy: 5'2. Asian. A-cup. Hair that goes halfway down her back dyed blue. Rebellious, but self-conscious. Karen: 5'10, athletic build. B-cup. Long blonde hair sometimes kept inponytail. Pragmatic. Jenna: 5'6. Perfect hourglass figure. DD cup breasts. Optimistic, detail- oriented, and logical. Beth: 5'4. Top-heavy, a few pounds extra. The nerdy apple of Loren's eye. Dark Gale: Eccentric goth girl interested in the paranormal. Landlady Dee: Dark skinned. Taller than Loren's male body. Cold and foreboding personality. Zeena: 5'8: Fire magic user. A long running joke in the character list, as she doesn't appear in this story. Do running gags ever have punch lines? PREVIOULY, ON BUNK BEDS: Beth had agreed to surrender her body to the Land Lady a she couldn't bear to see Lauren suffer anymore. That night, before the body switch, Lauren flew into a bit of a rage. She took the Land Lady's key and threw gasoline all over the real estate agency. Naturally, she chickened out before lighting it on fire. However, she found a secret basement machine with a strange machine of technology far more advanced than anything on Earth. She ended up stuck inside and choking on a pink mist. The previous chapter ended with Lauren either passing out or dying. Naturally, she didn't die. CHAPTER 15 I gasped, my lungs greedy for air. Luckily, each desperate breath rewarded my body with more oxygen. It seems I had fallen and tried to shield my head with my hands. Except there wasn't a floor - only a bright white void. Wobbly, I rose to my knees. I was still kind of dizzy, but I felt like my faculties were returning to me. I got to my feet and looked around. There wasn't anything there. It was just me, in an empty universe. Alone. "Hello?" I asked. Of courses, in this world of nothingness, there was no one to respond to me. There wasn't even an echo. "Is there anybody there?" I asked. No response. Well, I had survived the pink mist. But now I was going to starve to death in some obscure nether-dimension. My mind reeled as I considered other possibilities. Did time even have any real meaning in here? What if my body didn't get hungry or decompose? Oh, God. What if I had just escaped death and instead found myself as an immortal in solitary confinement? Best case scenario, I'd die of starvation. Worst case scenario, I'd be bored for a long time and then go completely mad. How wonderful. I sat down and sighed. And waited. If this were a TV show or a book or something, this would be about the time the scene shifted to what some of the other characters were doing. But this wasn't fiction - this was my reality. A couple of weeks ago, my life had been free of strange dimensions and evil landladies and any sort of supernatural occurrence. A couple of weeks ago, I had been a virgin who hadn't even kissed anybody. A couple of weeks ago, my chest had been a mere A-cup due to the whimsy of Mother Nature and my brush with male puberty. A couple of weeks ago, I had thought I was a boy. A couple of weeks ago, I had been indecisive, meek, and self-pitying. Well, maybe I was still a little bit self-pitying. I figured it was a good thing that Loren from two weeks ago was dying, or at the very least gone forever. It was a shame, though, that my present self was also doomed, and that it had taken so long for me to become a better person. I couldn't say I cared much for the final episode of my story, but at least my character arc had a somewhat satisfying conclusion. Besides the eternity in nowhere, of course. A loud buzzing sound caught my attention. I stood up and looked around, but it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. Then there was a 'pop.' I don't mean that there was the sound of a pop, but the entire void - including me - popped. Or maybe it was more of a ripple. But I wasn't alone anymore. No, there were - aliens? Spirits? There were multiple somethings standing in front of me. There were eight of the creatures. They were about seven and a half feet tall and humanoid in shape. But they seemed to be made of some sort of swirling blue energy that pulsed in brightness, back and forth from being barely visible to almost a solid sky-blue. Their limbs were long and cylindrical with no hints of bone structure or muscles. And here's the fucking weird part: They were in pairs of two, with one creature standing on top of another creature's shoulders. The one on top had their arms stretched out wide, and the one on the bottom had their arms crossed across their featureless chest. And every so often the two would alternate body language. The four pair's actions and pulsing didn't seem to sync up. "Hello?" I asked. When the creatures spoke, they all spoke at once. Despite this, their voices weren't in unison - it was like they were all reading from the same script, but starting at different times. "I am the Eight," they said. "I'm Loren," I said. I wasn't certain what else could have been said in the situation. "I am aware of who you are, Loren. But I did not know you were also an enlightened being," the Eight said. "Uhh," I said. "You are not an enlightened being, are you?" the Eight asked, with a hint of amusement in their voice. "I don't think so," I said. "No." "How did you enter our ---?" Now this was weird. Each of the eight creatures said a different word at the end of the question. I managed to catch the words home, dimension, and sanctuary, but I didn't have the focus to get all eight words. "I used the machine that the land lady had at the rental agency." The eight creatures took turns making eye contact with each other. "I do not know what a landlady is. I do not know what a rental agency is. I am, however, familiar with the concept of machines. I used them, a long time ago." "Well, a landlady is someone who owns land, and rents out space to other people, in exchange for money. And a rental agency is where they do business." The creatures again searched each other's eyes for meaning. "What is money? What is business?" This wasn't going anywhere. Not quickly, at least. If I wanted to have a conversation with theses glowing people I was going to need to teach them the entire dictionary first. I was going to have to come at it from some other angle. "That's not important. You said you knew who I am?" "Yes," the Eight said. I waited for a spell before realizing that they didn't catch the implication that I wanted them to explain. "Can you explain how you know me?" "I know you, because I have fed off your growth," they said. "Can you elaborate on that?" "If I must. You occasionally enter this realm through a transceiver, and your spirit is switched with another person. This is a catalyst for personal growth for you. In return for the potential hardship, you are given sexual pleasure unattainable in your (realm, world, universe). This is how I know you." "Why?" I asked, scrunching up my face. "Why do you feed off of my personal growth?" "I need it for (sustenance, inspiration, survival)," the Eight said. "I have achieved the maximum amount of growth an individual being can accomplish. The only way to grow further is to (share, reflect on, bask) in the personal growth of others." "Huh," I said. Sounds like the personal growth of others was like food to them, as weird as that sounded. "You have a human who works for you?" I said. "Yes. Parthenia. Usually she is the only one who enters this realm. Why have you come before us?" I took a deep breath. I tried my best to explain how the land lady - the one they called Parthenia - had black mailed Beth into giving up her body by partially castrating me and shortening my genitalia. I also I told them how she had used the dream world to punish Jenna and I after we tried to fight her with bureaucracy. The conversation took some time and went down some weird detours, but I managed to convey that Parthenia was one bad apple. "I am (un-nerved, upset, surprised.) Parthenia had been our faithful helper for so long. I fear I may have grown complacent in trusting her. And the fact that she has learned to manipulate our (dimension, matrix, world) is disturbing to the extreme." The buzzing sound returned and I braced myself for the 'pop.' It didn't hurt, per se, but it was sort of a spiritual punch to the gut. POP. Standing next to me was the land lady. Unlike all the other times I had seen her in this realm, however, she was completely naked. With no suits to hide behind her dark athletic body was revealed. Her eyes grew wide. "What the bloody hell? Loren?" she shouted. In the distance I noticed that my four room mates were also present in all their naked glory. I was pretty certain that Beth was still in her own body, as I doubt she would've greeted me in anger if she were in the land lady's body. I noticed someone else was off in the distance, too. It was an older naked man. I frowned. I know I had seen him somewhere before. After thinking a bit, I pinpointed him as the guy that was working for Dee at the real estate agency. Unfortunately, I had forgotten his name, assuming I had ever learned it in the firsts place. "I have gathered you all here as you have all suffered unjustly due to the actions of my helper, Parthenia," the Eight said. "Oh, shit," Dee said as she turned to see the semi-spectral beings. "Hello, boss." "I am disappointed in you," the Eight said, simply. "We still had a fair transaction. I got you what you needed, and you gave me immortality. Sort of," Dee said as a crazed sort of desperation became visible in her eyes. "You were instructed to only act in ways your society deems ethical to obtain what we needed," the Eight said. "Ah, but what are ethics?" Dee said. "There's many different kinds, and different opinions on what is and isn't ethical." "This is true. But Loren says that she and her roommates feel as though they have been wronged. It seems she was only able to contact us by risking her place and status in society. Why did you violate my trust?" Dee looked down with a scowl. "I wanted Beth's body. It reminded me of my first." When she said the word 'first,' her entire demeanor changed. There was an intense sadness that played across her body - the sort of sadness an ordinary human couldn't acquire in a single life time. "Would you have been happy in that body? Truly?" the Eight asked. "Maybe," Dee said with a shrug. "I was thinking of parting ways with you after the transfer and just living out a human life." "Was it our service you objected to, or the nature of immortality?" "Both," Dee said quietly. "Then it is decided. As punishment, you will return your body to its previous owner," the Eight said. The naked old man drifted from the background until he stood next to Dee. The buzzing returned. "Oh, Shit - " POP. I couldn't actually notice a change, at first. But then I realized the change wasn't something big. Dee was looking at her hands as if they were something distant. Something recognizable, but something she had never thought she would see again. Tears started to stream down her face. Likewise, the man examined his own body, but with a sense of frustration. "Thank you," Dee said to the Eight. "Thank you so much. I never thought I'd get my body back." "You're the real Dee?" I asked. "Yes," she said, nodding. "Well, my name's Dedra, not Dee." "And that means that Parthenia is in this old man's body?" I asked. "Yes," the old man snorted. "Again, I might add. I had it traded in for a younger model. And a female one, at that." I turned to face the Eight. They were still pulsating and alternating between crossing their arms and spreading them wide. "What about the older man? Can you put him back in his body?" "His (essence, spirit, spark) is beyond our reach," the Eight said. Dead, in other words. "Now we must repair that which has been damaged," the Eight said. Jenna drifted over to my side. "Your body shall be restored," the Eight said. The buzzing was so short I didn't even have time to prepare myself for the - POP. Her breasts were back to normal now, and a mirror image of mine. "Thank you so much, strange beings," Jenna said with a little bow. "And now for you, Loren," the Eight said. "We cannot return the original parts of your body that Parthenia had destroyed. We can, however, make your body look exactly the same as it was before." I felt a pit in my stomach. "I don't know if I want that," I said. The Eight stood in silence for some time. "You have been wronged, and we must repay you somehow." "Okay," I said. "How should we repay you?" the creatures asked. I bit my lip. Tears welled in my eyes. Oh, shit. Was this really happening? "Give me the body I would have had if I had been born as a cisgender female," I whispered. "But let me keep Jenna's boobs." My eyes bulged as I heard a buzzing and felt the POP. My hands were different. My fingers were so slender. And so were my arms! And my legs. I started bawling. "You are satisfied?" the Eight asked. "Yes," I said. "Oh, God. Thank you." "Then we shall depart. We shall cease to interfere with humanity for some time as we re-examine and fine tune our methods," the Eight said. "You will never see, hear, nor dream of us again." "Wait!" I said, through tears. "Yes?" "This realm we're in - is it real? Like reality?" I asked. "What is reality?" the Eight asked. There was something off about the tone of their voice, though. Then it hit me. "Are you making a joke?" I asked, incredulous. "What is a joke?" the Eight asked in response. I didn't even hear the buzzing that time as it was drowned out by the soft laughter of eight different creatures. POP. *** I was back in the strange basement beneath Proteus Real Estate. The machine was gone, and there was no hint of it ever having existed. My bare ass was sitting on the stone floor - I didn't seem to be wearing any clothes. I looked only to be greeted with Jenna's breasts. But the rest of my body was new. The keys to my truck, Parthenia's key ring, and the lighter were lying on the floor. And sheesh, it was cold down here. But it had really happened. Wherever I had just been, it had really happened. With a delicate and trembling hand, I followed the route that Beth had shown me once not so long ago. I traced downwards from my bellybutton until I hit an unfamiliar bit of skin. And right under there, if the Eight had done their anatomy homework, should be my new clit. My index finger stayed on top of the clitoral hood. I could find that magic button right now, or I could penetrate myself...Or both! But no, I had more urgent matters. I had to get back to the apartment and see all my friends again. I ran up the darkened stairs and hopped out of the landlady's closet. The smell of gasoline was so strong - had I really been about to torch the place not so long ago? Holy fuck. Actually, how much time had passed? A glance at the clock told me that only an hour and a half had passed since I had left the apartment with vengeance in my chest. I turned back towards the door, but I was shocked at the sight of a naked woman. I blushed, and looked away. "I can explain," I said. Chancing a look, I noticed that I could only see the head and upper torso of the girl. And the breasts were definitely Jenna's. Which meant that this was my reflection? Without breathing I approached the mirror. The face looked so familiar, even though I had never seen this face before. It looked a little like a younger version of my mom, but more like a sister that had never existed. I stood as far back from the mirror as I could to see as much of my body at once. My hair hadn't changed much at all. I guess I inherited my mother's hair either way. The girl in the mirror looked a sweet person. She wasn't super-hot, and could probably lose some weight. But she was beautiful in her own way. And she was me. I was crying, but I couldn't stop now. I left the can of gasoline in the apartment and hopped into my truck. *** I don't remember opening the door to our apartment. I think that I might have ran through it and left a me-shaped hole like in the old cartoons. "Guys! Guys!" I shouted, using guys as a gender neutral term. My roommates, plus Dark Gale and Dedra, spilled out of Beth's room. "Are you -" Cindy asked. "It's me! Loren!" I shouted in excitement. Beth ran to me and practically leaped into my embrace. Everyone else wasn't too far behind. We shared a passionate kiss. "Why aren't you wearing clothes, you dingbat?" she asked playfully. "We're all born naked," I said. "Guess rebirth is the same." Conversations overlapped like waves on the ocean crashing into one another. I'm pretty certain that nobody understood a word anyone else was saying in that euphoric moment. Eventually we calmed down, and Jenna brought me a bathrobe to wear. Dark Gale made tea and got sodas for everyone, despite not actually living here. "So you're all girl? For real?" she asked as she handed me a Pepsi. "I mean, I could take the bathrobe back off," I laughed. "But I think so." Beth snuggled into me. But I turned my attention to Dedra. It was obvious that she was a completely different person than the Landlady - Parthenia. She was still trembling. "How did it happen?" I asked softly. She rolled her eyes. "I wanted money, and that thing was offering an internship for people looking to get into the fun game of real estate. I figured, hey, people need a place to live, right? Especially in a college town. So I went in, applied, and got an interview. "Parthenia was in that old guy's body. She acted exactly the same, though. And she was cold. I told her about my ambitions. Now I don't want ya'all thinking I'm greedy, here. I didn't grow up with all that much money, and then I had student debt. He liked me. I got the internship. I rented an apartment form himat a discount price, and yes, it came with one of those freaky bunk beds. I fell asleep one night, and she was there with me in the void. We made love. Those bunkbed things - they're kinda like transceivers? - but you have to be willing to swap bodies for it to work. Here's the thing, though: It can be a conscious desire, or an unconscious desire. Obviously, I didn't really want to be in an old white dude's body. But he had money and a successful business. And male privilege. And white privilege. And yeah, I wanted those things. Here's a demon that can turn your own desires against you. So our bodies were switched. I swapped ID and stuff with her. And, uh, it kinda broke me. Not proud to say it. I was old, tired, and weak, and my life had been stolen. I stayed employed with her because at heart I was just another college grad - I didn't have any real skills. And they discriminate against the elderly even when they've got a lifetime on their resume. And...I hated being male. It was psychological torture. On so many levels. I should have been stronger. I really should have. I'm surprised, what it did to me - I'm not usually like that." At this point Dedra started sobbing, and we tried to comfort her. "That thing may have started out human to begin with," Dark Gale said. "But I think the way she achieved partial immortality broke her humanity. The bond between body and soul is supposed to be sacred. But she started seeing them more like a pair of shoes to be thrown away when the fancy struck her. So she became a sort of parasite, always on the lookout for her next host body." Dedra dried her eyes. "Yeah. But she remembered that first body of hers. And I think she missed it. She told me once that her original skin tone was about halfway between Beth's and mine. But when I asked her to describe it, she struggled. I don't think she remembered what her body looked like. And I think when she took mine, she was working under the assumption that she had been a darker skinned Grecian. But I think she was just kind of spit balling, the whole time. Beth's body reminded her of her notion of her original body--shape, at least. I guess she was short and busty. Or maybe that passed as tall back then? I think she might be older than ol' God jr. from the Bible. But the problem was that Beth had three roommates, which made sneaking in harder. But once she learned that Beth was in love with Loren, she knew that Beth would never willingly trade her body, consciously, or unconsciously." Everyone mulled over this. "It's weird, but I think I can understand her pain, in a way," I said. "My body and spirit weren't in harmony, either. It was like a big tear down the middle of my being. I didn't even fully notice it for a long time. But it was there." "I think the rest of us felt that when we were in Loren's body. That wrongness. And that was only for a day. Imagine, feeling that wrongness over thousands of years," Beth said. There was another contemplative silence. "Personally, I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to do any body swapping," Dark Gale said. We all turned to stare at her. "I know, I know! So sue me. It sounds exciting. I spend my whole life studying the occult and the supernatural, and this whole thing slips under my nose." My stomach gurgled. "I feel like I've never eaten before," I said as I clutched my tummy. "Might not have," Karen said. "Hey, we should turn this into a party. Is there any pizza place open at this hour?" Cindy asked. "Stoner's Pizza is. Stoner's Pizza is always open," Karen said. "I got beer and wine back at my place. I could bring some over," Dark Gale offered. "I'm technically the owner of a successful rental agency. I'll order some pizza," Dedra offered. Karen ran to her room to get her awesome speakers and her laptop; Jenna hurried off to the kitchen to make certain we had enough plates and napkins; Cindy took off with Dark Gale on their little beer run; Dedra dialed a number on her smart phone. Beth whispered in my ear and we both giggled. While everyone else was busy we snuck off to her room and locked the door. Surprisingly, the bunk beds had disappeared, and a simple mattress in a simple frame stood in their place. Beth gently slipped the bathrobe off my shoulders. "If you've been reborn, that mean you're a virgin again," Beth said. "And this time, your virginity is mine." We giggled, and fell onto her bed... EPILOGUE Cindy and Dark Gale ended up becoming really good friends. Although Cindy had no real interest in magic, the supernatural, or any of that weird stuff, the two friends had a similar lust for life and playful nature. So it turned out that Cindy was actually the first to move out of the apartment. Dedra was more than happy to let us out of some of the restrictive clauses in the lease. In fact, Dedra moved in as our fourth roommate for a time. She had the most horrific experience of all of us. I guess Parthenia had burnt the bridges with all the rest of her family and friends pretty badly, so we were the only real support she had. After all of that shit she didn't really want to stay in the rental business - she figured she'd run the agency for a few more years then sell it and try to do something she was passionate about. Karen is pretty much the same as she's ever been. Perhaps her mind is a little bit more open. It's not as though she didn't grow - I think we all just didn't appreciate how solid of a person she always was. It's funny how life's like that isn't it? I guess we don't always fully appreciate the people in our lives, even when we hold them close to us. Jenna is still the mother hen of sorts, but she isn't quite as determined to bear the weight of the world all by herself. I think that after this ordeal all of the problems she encounters seem pretty mall. She's lightened up a little. She had a quick rebound relationship and then a pretty serious one with a guy that continues into the present. Greg and I became friends. We did end up going to that one renaissance faire together. It's nice to have a real guy friend for a change. My life's been weird. I played off my sudden apparent sex change by taking a few weeks off work and staying home and claiming I'd gotten a miracle appointment with a secret uber surgeon. People had a hard time believing my story - I think they all knew there was something a little fishy about it. Whatever explanation they cooked up in their own minds was probably way less weird than the actuality of what had happened. I mean, those beings we met were practically Gods compared to us. Even if they were just aliens, or alien spirits, or...shit, I still don't fully understand what they were. There are big things in this universe. Things so gigantic that we may never even know they're there, like how a mountain is incomprehensible to an ant. Manny is still the butchest lesbian in town and still helping out LGBT youth whenever she can. Do you remember Hana, the red-headed girl that worked at the coffee shop? She was last seen on the back of a motorcycle with some busty biker chick. We assume she'll return when the rush is over and she comes back to her senses. Beth and I confirmed our relationship and got together. It turned out that two roommates having sex on the regular was about as bad an idea as we had suspected it might be, and we were politely told by our friends that it was time to get our own place. We did some research, and we're going to move to the next town over. It'll be a fresh start for us, and everyone will know me as a girl. The college there will recognize all of Beth's credits from here and I'd like to apply too, when I get enough money. Which may be a year or two away still. I never did hear from Parthenia again. I assume she's still alive, as her survival instinct is so strong. Sometimes I'll dream about the Eight but I can tell it's just a regular dream and not a real visit to the dream world. As far as I can tell, they've kept their promise to leave humanity alone for a while. But then again, if they broke their promise, I doubt I would know. What happened to me was strange, stressful, and intense. But you know what? I'm thankful that everything went down as it did. It turned out this was exactly the sort of thing I needed to experience in order to forge myself into the person I was truly meant to be. And as for what happened next...well, it hasn't happened yet. So I'm left with many new and wonderful possibilities to follow. I'd say it was a happy ending, but really, it's more like a million happy beginnings. END (Thank for reading.) CREDITS Isis Eris, 2013 - 2019. If you want to write a story containing the characters or concepts of bunk beds, go ahead. Just credit me, and don't sell it for profit. AFTER CREDITS SCENE: "This must be the tear," Dark Gale said, and nodded. Dark Gale stood with an open book in one hand in front of the strange vortex. It was a swirling mass of dark energy about the size of your tired. A chilling wind was blowing from it and it made Dark Gale' cloak billow behind her. Cindy was standing a few steps behind, nervously brushing her short pink hair out of her face. "OK, let's just seal this and get out of here then," Cindy said. "Gotta find the right spell," Dark Gale said. Cindy nervously glanced behind her. The construction site was on the wrong side of town and it had been abandoned after the vortex had been discovered. She was fairly certain that it as just the two of them present but there were many places to hide in the darkness. Dark Gale lifted up a hand and a small blue ball shot from her palm to the center of the vortex. The vortex flahed blue, and then sputtered a bit, and collapsed in itself. "Cindy, my dear friend, we may have just saved the world," Dark Gale said proudly as she closed her book. "The tear that the Eight made in the universal fabric when it departed is sealed, and now no wayward spirits can enter into our dimension." Cindy sighed a sigh of relief. A sonic boom tore through the area, knocking both of the young women to the ground. Dark Gale looked up to see that the vortex had reappeared, but this time it was the size of a two story building. Worse, dark wisps of smoke spiraled forth from the opening. "Oh shit," Dark Gale breathed. A woman stepped forward from the vortex. Her skin was a light red and she wore old fashioned steel armored the color of dried blood. Her long flowing hair was red, as was her glowing eyes. Though she was but normal height her presence commanded attention. She raised one hand to the sky. "I am Zeena, Lady Demon of Hell. And this world is mine now," she declared in a bold voice. "I just wanted to stay home!" Cindy shouted. *Fade to Black* TO BE CONTINUED IN A STORY THAT ONLY EXISTS IN YOUR IMAGINATION!