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Achoose Powder: Ana and Tony
Dee Cypher
Part One
Tony looked across his desk as a rolled a pencil between his fingers,
bored with another day at a job he wasn't in love with. Sure, selling
insurance paid the bills, and he loved being able to work with people on
the reg, but it definitely wasn't a thrill-a-day. At 28-years old, Tony
was doing just fine in life. He was able to pay off his student loans
from college within five years of graduating. He lived on his own a few
hours from where he grew up. He was close with his family, but distance
and a busy schedule had driven a small wedge between them. He liked
living in Pleasmont. This suburban gem was tucked away about 15 minutes
from the city, so Tony was close to work, but didn't have to deal with the
hustle of city-life. As he checked his email for the 40th time, Tony let
out a big sigh as he stared out the window of his office. At least he had
some decent plans for the evening.
"Two more hours," he said aloud to no one in particular as he filed away
some recent claim initiations. It'll be nice to walk through the market
this evening, he thought to himself.
On the other side of Pleasmont, Ana was wrapping up some errands. This
warm spring day was keeping her spirits high as a nice cool breeze swept
across the parking lot of the local grocery store she was visiting. Ana
had been living in Pleasmont for nearly 20 years, moving there shortly
after college. As a career sculptor and artist, she was afforded a
flexible schedule and the freedom to spend her time as needed. Donning
her sunglasses, Ana smoothed out her long skirt as she made her way to the
topless Geo Tracker she had been driving since college. Sure, she could
afford a new car, but who wouldn't want a convertible with great gas
milage?
"It's days like today that make it great to be alive," she said aloud to
no one in particular. Hopefully this nice weather means we'll have more
folks at the market this evening.
Back at Handbasket's Insurance Company, Tony was meeting with the owner,
Helena. She had the disposition of a Dickenson-era millionaire. Shrewd,
with a sense of aloofness, Helena was letting Tony know that even though
he's been a top-performer for ages, he was still far from Handbasket
material.
"Furthermore, Mr. Jackson, I was informed that you clocked out at 4:56
yesterday," she stated, arms crossed with a furrowed brow.
"My apologies, ma'am. I had wrapped up the day's work and hadn't received
a call from a customer in hours. I thought I would try..."
She cut him off. "You'd try to skip out of work? On my dime? You're
lucky I don't fire you for gross negligence, you derelict!"
"Of course. Thank you. I promise you it won't happen again," he replied,
figurative tail tucked between his legs.
"You best see that it doesn't. Now, scurry back to your office and finish
those invoices Cheryl just sent you," Helena said while gesturing towards
the door with a poignant thrust of her chin.
Tony, somewhat frustrated, somewhat humiliated, skulked back to his office
and began printing off, verifying information, and filing away the most
recent invoices for dozens of claims. Sure, this was the type of work
that could be done by an intern, a stock worker, or a scab, but he was
sure Helena had picked him just to put him back in his place for the 4
minutes of work he missed.
Seriously? 4 minutes early for the first time in months. Naturally, she
ignored all of the times I came early, he thought to himself. He thumbed
through file after file, daydreaming about the beautiful weather outside,
meticulously checking each date, signature, and address for mistakes.
This monotonous procedure went on for another two hours until the clock
read 5:30. Deciding he had effectively made-up for yesterday's lost time,
Tony began closing up his office. He tucked away the last few files while
his computer was logging out. The sun was still peeking through his
blinds, which put a small grin on his face. He really was looking forward
to a little shopping, socialization, and freedom in today's godsend of
evening.
As he locked the door behind him, he turned to say goodbye to the
receptionist, noting that she was no longer at her station. In fact, upon
further inspection, he realized no one else was in the office, not even
Helena. Fucking figures, he said, stewing over today's ass-chewing.
Making his way out to the parking lot, Tony loosened his necktie, rolled
up his sleeves to the elbow, and tossed his jacket over his shoulder. Not
letting work ruin his life, he turned his thoughts to today's adventure.
A traveling market was making its way through the area. It apparently
offered food, drinks, and goods. Not wanting to miss out, Tony rolled
down the windows in his sedan and cranked the radio up to 11. Naturally,
rush hour was in full effect, and without air conditioning, Tony was
really starting to feel the heat. The pavement was roasting his car with
him inside. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt and he started sweating
from the radiant heat. Unfortunately, today's traffic was especially
congested. It took him nearly an hour and a half to finally reach his
destination. Grabbing a parking spot at the very edge of the parking lot,
he started making his way towards the market.
Ana had already set up shop, showcasing her most popular pieces. Her
bowls and plates were colorful, and always sold quickly at these types of
events. She had displayed a few vases as well as some wind chimes she had
recently made from reclaimed wood from a nearby barn that had just been
razed. Ana greeted customers as they came by. Some stopped and perused
her selections. Many made comments about how beautiful some of her pieces
were, while others picked up and inspected the colorful, glazed beauties.
"That one is especially dear to me," she said to a customer that was
looking at a vase with a dog paw print on the side. "My companion Fido
passed away recently, and this was on my mind while I was creating." The
tactic worked, as the customer ultimately decided on taking home the fine
decoration. This went on for about an hour as the hustle and bustle kept
her busy. After awhile though, the foot traffic began to calm down.
On the other side of the market, Tony was window shopping each different
booth. He grabbed a quick bite to eat at The Great Pie Shack, which
featured an incredible chicken pot pie. Satiated, he continued strolling
through the market, letting his frustrations from the day start to melt
away. There were all sorts of variety of shops. Some sold books and
board games, while others were selling home decorations. There were food
stops, and vegetable and fruit stands. Making his way through the sea of
consumers, there was one shop off to the side that had caught Tony's eye.
There was a gentleman at the counter wearing what looked like a ragged,
yet formerly fancy bathrobe along with some type of pointy wide-brimmed
hat. He donned a long beard and had a walking staff with a gnarled root
at the top. If it weren't for this peculiar figure, Tony would have
probably just walked by without noticing. But, having piqued his
interests, he decided to scan over the assortment of trinkets and knick-
knacks that were being offered.
There were all sorts of odds and ends. Some blank pieces of parchment,
some very strange looking statues, vials of different colors, and even a
small display of various pieces of jewelry. There was a cheap looking
amulet, as well as a pair of matching rainbow rings in the display case.
"It's going to cost you $23.74, and that half-pack of mentos," the old man
said in Tony's direction.
Tony's brow furrowed in confusion as he verified the old man was speaking
to him.
"What is going to cost me? I haven't even picked anything out."
"Oh, don't play coy. You know that I know what you are looking for.
Work's got you down, the day-in day-out grind of the commute. The
insufferably oppressive boss. You're a walking cliche!"
Looking down at himself, Tony realized he looked like the same tired
businessman he had seen walk in and out of work every day for the past 6
years. "My god, you read me like a book."
Snatching up a small pouch from his display case, the old man hurried over
to Tony.
"You're going to take this powder. Keep it for yourself or show it to
another person. I doesn't really care. Any person you want. But be sure
to make it to someone you think is interesting, because the content of
this pouch has the power to change your life."
"You mean like Tony Robbins?" Tony questioned, inspecting the plain
leather bag. "I mean, are you just trying to sell me pot?"
"Oh, no. Not like that. I don't want to ruin it, but this powder will
add the pizazz you're looking for. This is called 'achoose powder'. One
whiff of this stuff, and you're sure to get the excitement you so desire,"
the old man said, drifting off into his own thoughts.
"And..."
Cutting him off, "It ISN'T cocaine," the old man insisted.
The experience was just strange enough that Tony was intrigued. Opening
his wallet, he found a $20, 3 singles, and some pocket change. Counting
it out, it came to exactly 74 cents.
"How..." he said aloud.
"Don't forget the mentos!" the old man said, snatching the money out of
Tony's hand as he placed the pouch in Tony's palm. Fishing through his
pockets, Tony dropped the half empty package on the desk as the the old
man snatched them up and scurried way murmuring something about 'no idea
what these are worth.'
After being practically shooed away from the booth, Tony continued walking
through the market. He inspected his strange purchase, wondering what the
old man was talking about. Maybe he just wants me to take a chance, Tony
thought. Maybe this is just a way to break up the monotony of my life.
Talking himself into it, Tony slipped the pouch over his neck. The bag
had a small picture pressed into the smooth leather. It was almost like a
yin yang, but with an additional swirl.
He stopped in a few other booths, from livestock to record collections.
The list of goods was endless. As he approached the far end of the
market, he saw a woman at a booth selling some of her own art. There were
canvas paintings, pottery, sculptures, and even some handmade jewelry.
The woman herself looked to be in her 40's, with reddish-blonde hair. She
wore and expression of relaxation and appeared to be care-free. Tony
approached the booth and began inspecting her goods... ahem, her pottery.
"See anything you like?" the woman asked.
"Oh, just window shopping for now. Are you new to this market?" Tony
asked.
"I've been here a few times. Here's my card," the woman replied, handing
Tony a card that read:
Ana Collins
Local Artist, Sculptor, and Model (citizen)
"Hi, Ana. I'm Tony," he said, extending his hand.
"Interesting necklace. What in the bag?" she asked as her eyes lit up.
"An older gentleman sold it to me. He's actually got a booth here."
"I like that design. Do you mind if I take a closer look? It's just so
unique," she said.
"I thought so too. Well, actually, the old man told me I was going to buy
it as soon as I came up to his booth."
"Well, I'm glad he did. It is wonderful. Let me know if you have any
questions over my pieces," Ana said as she went back to cleaning and
facing her area.
Not sure what the feeling in his stomach was, but Tony began feeling
especially spontaneous. Sure, she was older, she was an artist, she
was... more rotund than most women Tony spent time with, but there was
something about her energy. The excitement you so desire. The old man's
words ran through Tony's head.
"It's called 'achoose powder' according to that old guy over there. Take
a look," he blurted out.
Ana held the pouch in her hand, mesmerized by the swirling design. As she
opened the pouch, a tiny amount of blue-tinged dust rose from the opening.
It looked like it almost glittered in the sunlight. There was a slight
aroma of sugar and juniper berries. "What is 'achoose powder'?" she
inquired.
"No clue, but the exchange was just so bizarre, I felt like I needed to
see this through."
Ana brought the bag closer to her eyes to get a closer look. "There is
something special about this, isn't there." As she was inspecting the
bag, a puff of the blue dust tickled her nose, and without any warning,
she launched an enormous sneeze.
"ACHOOOOO!" She attempted to cover her face, but failed miserably. All
she managed to do was spray a large amount of the powder from the bag into
the air surrounding Tony's face, causing a chain reaction that tickled
Tony's nose. "ACHOOOOO!" he echoed, hand not making to his face before
the two were enveloped by the blue powder.
Raising an eyebrow from across the market, the old man snickered at the
thought of what had just unfolded.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry," she said, turning red from embarrassment as
she handed back the mostly empty pouch to Tony.
"Don't worry, it looks like I got you back pretty good," Tony joked.
Unable to hold back a laugh, Tony reassured her that it was okay. They
enjoyed a little small talk, and Tony ended up purchasing a roughly made
coffee mug from Ana to replace his plain white mug at work. The new mug
was a clay-ridden reddish-brown. There was some texture on the outside,
but it was glazed with a beautiful high glass. Happy with his recent
adventure, Tony smiled as he made his way back to his car. The only pang
of regret he felt was that the most exciting portion of his day was
meeting a crazy old man and replacing his coffee mug.
"Man, I really need a life," he said to himself as he double-checked to
make sure he was completely buckled up.
You see, working in insurance was a calling for Tony. He was good at it.
Frankly, he liked it. Or at least he liked it because he was good at it.
Either way, he was able to objectively look at situations and
circumstances and determine the risk factors for each aspect of a person's
life. He liked being able to mitigate risk. He liked being able to get
folks to purchase a safety net for when things went wrong. But it was
just so darn boring most of the time. He bought his clothing in bulk at
the local wholesaler. He eat the same foods for breakfast, lunch, and
dinner. He went to the same exercise classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and
Fridays. He hadn't had a serious girlfriend in years, and he feared it
was because he was, to be quite honest, a boring guy.
Pulling into his parking space, Tony unlocked the door to his modest
apartment. His cat meowed as she rubbed up against his legs. "Hi,
Catalina," he said as he scratched her head. She cooed in response and
ran over to her food bowl, anxiously awaiting her evening meal.
"Is this really the highlight of my day? I went to a local farmer's
market and now I get to hang out with my cat. I mean, it's not bad, but I
kinda wish things were a little more exciting around here," he said,
realizing he was talking to himself. "Aaaand I'm talking to a cat. What
do you say, Catalina? Ready to unwind and watch some tube?" And with
that, the pair had settled in for the night.
A few blocks away, Ana was unpacking her Tracker that was filled to the
brim. Pretty decent showing tonight, she thought as she realized she was
unpacking much less than she had brought with her. It was always hit-or-
miss at these events. Sometimes folks would clean her out of materials,
other times she wouldn't sell a single piece. As she placed the last box
on the wall of her garage, Ana entered her home. The blast of the air
conditioner felt great against her slightly sweaty skin. She tossed her
keys onto the counter next to the door and started flipping through her
mail.
"Nothing exciting here."
Finally making time, she woofed down a sandwich and some grapes she had
picked up from a nearby vendor at the market. Both were delicious.
Adding a cool glass of water, and Ana was feeling much better after
standing in that heat for the past few hours. She took some time get
cleaned up and put on her PJs for the evening, which just consisted of a
pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. Underwear? Pshh, not if it's past
8pm, she mused with a smirk. As she tossed her skirt into the hamper, she
grinned as she thought about the embarrassing interaction with one of her
customers.
"There really was something special about that," she said to no one in
particular. "I wonder what..." But Ana couldn't even finish her
sentence.
Standing there, the room began to spin and it became a kaleidoscope of
colors and shapes. She couldn't keep track of which way was up, but she
knew something was horribly wrong. The feeling intensified as she felt
like she was about to lose consciousness. The disorientation became too
much and everything went black.
Simultaneously, in the middle of his latest binge-watching session while
Tony was fiddling around with the leather pouch, his vision erupted into a
cavalcade of colors, much like that of oil being mixed with water. The
purples, greens, and blues all swirled within one another, engulfing his
entire field of vision. This disorienting effect continued as the room
felt like it was spinning. Then, without warning, everything went black.
Part Two
Tony's head was throbbing. He felt like he had just been run over by a
truck. Everything felt off. As his eyes fluttered open, he quickly
realized something was way off. He didn't recognize the room he was in.
The furnishing were completely unrecognizable. He was in a room with
greenish-tan walls. There were two windows on the wall in front and to
the left of Tony. He spotted a blanket that was big, puffy, white
comforter, and a bed that had a beautiful wooden frame that may have been
made from reclaimed barn wood. All in all, it was a very well put-
together bedroom, but it wasn't Tony's, and he had never seen it before.
"What on earth," he murmured. Tony almost froze right there. That isn't
my voice.
At this point, Tony tried taking inventory of what had just occurred. He
had been lying still, on his back, binge-watching Netflix... I didn't
take any drugs, and I'm not a sleepwalker. With all the normal excuses
for this type of thing eliminated, Tony verified he was alone, and made
his move.
Slowly looking at his new surroundings, he was greeted by a hand. Not his
hand, but a smaller, more effeminate hand. He noticed he was wearing a
wooden bracelet, and his nails were painted a dark green. My god, he
thought, what the hell is going on!? Without a second thought, Tony
jolted straight up, feeling his body shift and shimmy in ways he had never
felt before. Realizing something was greatly amiss, besides being in
someone else's home, Tony did his best to solve whatever riddle he was
being faced with. The onslaught for foreign sights, sounds, feels, and
smells was making this very difficult. If he didn't know better, he could
swear he had breasts. Big, pillowy breasts at that. His arms were paler,
hairless, and less defined than he remembered. When he looked back up, he
saw a mirror attached the wall.
As Tony approached the mirror, it looked like a middle-aged woman was on
the other side. He took a few steps closer to see if his eyes were
playing tricks on him. Each step he took, she took one that matched. Her
strawberry-blonde hair bobbed with each step Tony took. He now knew
something was very wrong, and was about to get the surprise of his life.
Stumbling over to the dresser, Tony gathered his balance by resting on his
hands for support. He looked up, and the woman looked right back at him.
That's when Tony realized what happened... and let out a blood-curdling
scream.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bringing his hands to my face, he felt the aged skin around my eyes and
cheekbones as he just kept murmuring 'no, no, no, this can't be real'.
And as he did this, so did the foreign body in the mirror. Thinking this
must be a dream, Tony slapped myself.
"Owwww," he cried as he winced from both the pain and the realization this
wasn't a dream. Working his hardest not to hyperventilate, Tony took
several deep breaths, feeling his chest rise and lower in succession. He
took a closer look in the mirror, inspecting his new form.
"Ana?" he said aloud, still not used the new sound of his voice. In utter
disbelief, Tony realized he was looking into the face of the sculptor he
had met earlier that day. He brought his hands up to his face and rubbed
his cheeks. He ran his fingers through Ana's hair. He made all sorts of
faces into the mirror. "Does... am... is this really happening?" By the
sound of his own voice, he knew this wasn't just a dream. He knew that
somehow, someway, that old man at the market had caused this to happen.
He didn't quite know how, or why, but he knew this was all the old man's
doing.
His train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of a telephone. Not
knowing exactly what to do, Tony made his way over to the phone on the
nightstand. He picked up the receiver.
"...Hello?" he said quietly.
"Who is this?" the voice on the other line said.
"I... I don't know right now. Ana, is that you?" Tony asked.
"My god, Tony. Then we really did switch bodies," he heard his former
voice say.
"I guess we really did... What do we do now? How can this even be
possible?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I'm coming over. You just stay there." And with that,
Tony heard the phone on the other side click. And he was alone.
Tony hung up the phone. He was relieved that he wasn't far from home.
Or, his body isn't far from here. Or whatever. He was glad Ana was on
her way. He sat down on the bed adjacent from where he was just talking
on the phone. He felt his breasts jiggle slightly when he landed. This
is so weird, he thought to himself. 'What do I do now?' he mused, as if
there were some protocol for this type of event. Deciding he may as well
make his way to the front of the apartment to wait for Ana, Tony stood
back up.
"Did you really need to be wearing so... little?" he said as he made his
way to the bedroom door.
The apartment was decorated with a mixture of canvas paintings and various
sculptures made from different materials. There was a particularly sexual
sculpture made from copper that was the centerpiece of Ana's table in the
dining room. Ana clearly was a free spirit, and her design styles
mimicked that. From the dining room, Tony could sit and look out the
window to the apartment, which gave him a good vantage point to wait for
Ana. As Tony sat there, he began taking inventory of his current body.
Ana was a very... curvaceous woman. She only stood about 5'5", but
weighed about 160lbs. And even though she carried some extra weight, she
still held an hourglass figure, albeit a rather large hourglass. Her
breasts were rather deep, and she had a small paunch when she sat on her
soft, padded behind. Her thighs and legs were thick, but with a slightly
sensual curve to them.
Tony pulled the top of his shirt open slightly to take a small peek. Good
lord, Ana. These things look even bigger from this point-of-view, he
observed. Taking another peek out the window, Tony saw that his body,
very awkwardly, was making its way to the front door. He noted that his
body was still wearing the same clothes he fell asleep in. His gait was
slightly effeminate, and with the hustle Ana was trying to pull off,
looked very strange to the unassuming bystander.
"Thank god she's here," Tony said as he opened the door.
Ana bound up the stairs, almost seeming impressed that she could do that
now.
"Hi! You've survived so far!" Ana said, breathing slightly heavy.
"If that's what you want to call it. Now, what the hell is going on
here?"
"I was hoping you knew," she said. "I mean, I don't think I caused this."
Both stood in silence for a few moments. "God, that really is my body,"
Tony said, inspecting the stranger wearing his person at the moment.
"This is too bizarre. Are you hanging in there?"
Ana looked up, clearly lost in thought. "I... I don't know. I mean, I
feel like I should be distraught, but I'm mostly just intrigued. Check
out this body, Tony. You did a great job taking care of it," she said,
flexing her biceps. "What about you?"
It took Tony a moment to answer. He had just become unexpectedly anxious
about the situation. Doing his best to hold back tears, he answered.
"It's just so sudden. All of my friends and family don't know me anymore.
What if we're stuck this way? What if you don't want to switch back?
What if I don't get to be 'Tony' anymore? I'm just so scared," he said as
the tears flowed.
Giving him a reassuring pat on the back, Ana said, "There, there. That's
just your body's hormones talking. You'll get used to it."
"But I don't want to get used to it. I want to be me again. It's only
been 20 minutes and I'm already freaking out. What on earth could have
caused this?!"
Ana's face went flat. "The powder. It has to be, right? I've never met
you in my life. You show me some strange magical powder that you got from
some strange, old man. We both end up inhaling it, and we end up in each
other's bodies."
"Oddly enough, that makes sense. So do you think we can just use it to
switch back?" Tony asked.
"That's... going to be... kind of an issue," Ana said, biting her lower
lip. "You see, when I came to, I was so freaked out when I saw my hands,
that I spilt the remainder of the bag by accident."
"Okay. Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don't freak out," Tony kept
murmuring, trying his best to keep from moving, as each subtle gesture
made his brain felt like it was being rewired to accept his new body. The
mismatched pair approached each other to take a look at their original
bodies. Tony couldn't believe that behind his former face was the mind of
a budding artist, which was almost as unbelievable as the fact that he now
inhabited her body. Ana reach up and touched Tony's hair, pulling a few
strands off to the side to inspect her body.
"It really is you in there, you're Ana... I mean, you're Ana and I'm
Tony..." she said with a confused look on her face. "That's not what I
meant to say. I'm Tony."
Tony raised an eyebrow as he felt a pang run through his forehead. "I
know what you mean. You're Tony... No, I'm Ana," he said, words being
forced out of his mouth that he didn't want to say. "That's you that
works in the office. I'M the artist. No, that's right." Memories and
thoughts began to wash over his mind. The new Tony looked at her former
body with a somewhat panicked look on her face, and the new Ana knew that
they were both going through the same transformation.
"Oh god, no," the new Ana said as she began to remember all of her art
classes, to include those times she posed in the nude.
"Please make it stop," begged the new Tony as he remembered that he was
going to be scolded by Helena Handbasket for being late this morning.
"I want to but I can't, Tony," Ana said as her posture changed and she
adjusted her bra straps.
"I'm so sorry," Tony replied as he smoothed out his work shirt and tucked
it into his pants.
Within a few minutes, they pair had lost their own identity, being
replaced with the other's. Tony looked at Ana, confused as to why he was
at her house in the first place. Ana, being a kind soul, smiled coyly as
she escorted Tony to the front door.
"So dinner later?" she asked, showing a little cleavage in the hopes that
would entice the young man to muster the courage to ask her out.
"Uh, yeah... how about I pick you up from the farmer's market?" Tony said.
"I look forward to it," she replied.
Across town, an old man started packing his things into his truck to sell.
"Maybe someone will pick up this lovely stone today... What was it called?
Tonwar's Luck?"
-The End.
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