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Now, onto the boring stuff
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar Pt 17
Anna and Nicole watched the workers finish up the main prayer room.
Leslie had managed to get quite a bit of work done in just the one
day. She had gotten some other homeless men and they had worked all
day turning the warehouse into a more suitable place of worship. The
front half of the building was now an open area with pews, a raised
dais, and a wall separating it from the rear half of the building.
Mounted on the wall, right above the dais, was a strange symbol. It
had two circles, side by side, with a smaller oval mounted between
and below the circles, inter-linking them. In each symbol were
intricate little etchings and sigils. When people asked what it was,
Anna had just said that it was the new sign of her faith. When Anna
asked Nicole what it was, Nicole said it was an ancient symbol
representing the force of Love. Nicole also explained that the
classic heart was a bastardized version of this symbol.
The rear half of the building had been separated into various smaller
rooms that would be used as living quarters, counseling room, or
whatever else was necessary. One room in back had been set aside for
Nicole and Anna, and another for Leslie, Sydney, and their child.
There were many other rooms, of course, but so far were unclaimed.
While Anna was helping with the cleaning, she saw a man walk in from
outside. He was staring up at the symbol, which was not unusual.
Nicole had explained that the symbol was part of "racial memory", and
everyone would recognize it, if only on a subconscious level. What
was unusual was the man's appearance. In a sector of the city where
the most expensive clothes to be seen were those that had only been
worn once before, this man was dressed in a tailored suit of very
expensive design. He also had a perfectly cut hairstyle and
manicure. He was clearly a wealthy businessman. The only question
was what was he doing here.
"Excuse me," Anna called out to him. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm looking for an Anna Leighton."
"That'd be me."
"Miss Leighton, I am Carl Witherspoon, the third. According to my
sources, you have recently purchased this building?"
"I have."
"May we go somewhere to talk?"
"Certainly. We can use one of the rooms in back. Follow me." Anna
led him in back to one of the unclaimed rooms. Inside was a folding
table and a couple of simple, metal chairs. Anna waved at one while
sitting in the other. After Carl took the other, Anna asked him,
"Now what can I do for you?"
"Miss Leighton, it's what I can do for you. I am prepared to
purchase this building from you for what you paid plus a hefty
profit."
"I'm sorry, mister Witherspoon, but the building isn't for sale. I'm
afraid its location, size, and general construction make it perfect
for my plans."
"But its location makes it necessary for me. I intend to renovate
this entire section of town. Now you don't want to stand in the way
of the general well-being of your neighbors, do you?"
Anna's telepathic abilities kicked in and images of what Carl
Witherspoon, III, had planned flashed into her mind. "Mister
Witherspoon, it is in the best interests of my neighbors that I
absolutely do not sell to you. You don't intend to renovate the
neighborhood; you intend to buy up all the local property, level it,
then put up a rather large mall in its place."
"Now why would I want to put up a mall in this section of town?"
"Because an informant of yours in the city planning committee has let
you in on the fact that the city intends to build a super-highway
through this neighborhood in a few years. A highway that will run
right out front of this building. Without this property, which you
intend to turn into a parking lot, you might as well forget
everything. Your plans will result in almost a hundred people being
made homeless and almost three times that many being moved into slums
worse than the rat traps their already in. As for doing what's best
for my fellow landowners, most are slumlords who haven't even seen
their properties, letting managerial firms instead collect the rent.
Many don't even live in this city. So, no, mister Witherspoon, I
think I'll stay right where I am."
Carl got an evil glint to his eyes. "I don't know how you learned so
much about my plans, miss Leighton, but I will do you the favor of
being blunt. The last owner of this building was a hated business
rival who wouldn't sell just to spite me. He managed to block all my
attempts to gain control of this building through other means,
because his resources were almost as great as my own. But you have
no such resources. You may be very rich, but you don't even have a
single lawyer on retainer. I can make your life very miserable, and
will until I get this property."
Anna sighed and got up. "Mister Witherspoon, I am a woman of faith.
I suggest you leave me and my church alone or my goddess will punish
you. Good day, mister Witherspoon."
Carl got up. "Miss Leighton, I am a man of business. I am not
impressed by threats of gods or goddesses that I do not believe in to
begin with. Good day, miss Leighton. This is not over with."
Carl stormed out of the "office", then out of the church. Anna went
out and asked Nicole, "Is he really going to try something?"
"Undoubtedly."
"So what are you going to do?"
"If he does nothing, nothing. But if he tries something, I'm going
to engage in a little ironic justice."
Nicole used her powers to scan the minds of the people in the slums
that Carl owned, and then she found the perfect person. Perfect in
more ways than one. Her name was Mildred Pierce, a 17 year old who
recently gave birth to a baby girl she had named Donna. The father
had refused to take responsibility, saying the baby wasn't his. Then
Mildred's family had thrown her out on the street. Mildred,
fortunately, had known enough to get on the public housing lists,
and, once she had a permanent address, onto Welfare/Medicaid. She
hated to be on the public dole, but with a baby on the way, and now
here, she hadn't had a choice. Unlike many Welfare mothers, she
wasn't just living off the government. She had used her library card
to check out the books to study for her G.E.D. so she could hopefully
get a decent job. Right now, she couldn't afford day care and was
resultantly unemployed, but was hoping to find a local neighbor who
could sit for her while she was at work. She was perfect for
Nicole's needs.
Nicole shifted her senses back to Carl, who was just now getting back
to his office. He went past his secretary, telling her to hold all
calls, and sat at his desk. He picked up the phone receiver and
pressed the first number of the phone number to the city inspector's
office. He intended to call in a few favors and get them to inspect
all those renovations that Anna and her crew were making at that
building. But he never got that chance. Suddenly his whole world
turned inside out and upside down.
Mildred recoiled in shock. She had been studying her history book
when everything went loopy. She looked around and nothing was right.
Before she had been sitting in a beat-up old recliner that no longer
reclined that she and a friend had fished out of the garbage. Now
she was sitting in a plush, leather-covered chair that probably cost
more than everything she owned put together. She was sitting in
front of a rather large, ornate, antique desk that probably cost more
than the chair, and was holding the receiver of a phone in her hand.
She was now in an office that was larger than her entire apartment.
And the worst part was, her baby was nowhere to be seen!
She was about to go frantically looking around, when her mind was
filled with the knowledge of where she was. She was in the office of
Carl Witherspoon, III, local business tycoon, and owner of the
building (if you could call it that) that she had recently moved
into. And somehow she knew that she had switched places with Carl.
Not entirely, just their minds had been switched. She found it hard
to believe, but looking down and seeing her flat chest, it was
undeniable.
She briefly worried. Without breasts, how was she going to feed
Donna? Then Mildred realized that Carl was now in her body, which
was still with Donna. Mildred clenched her... his fist. That
self-centered business jerk better take good care of her baby as long
as they were in each other's bodies, or she'd use all of his fortune
to ruin the twit. But thinking of her baby, she had to get back to
her little angel, no matter whose body she was in.
Somehow she knew the name of Carl's secretary. She pressed the
intercom button and said, "Miss Macon, I want you to cancel all my
appointments for the afternoon. I've got something I need to handle."
"Sir, need I remind you that you have that 3 PM appointment with
mister Parker, and since he's going to leave town tonight, you can't
reschedule."
Images of the details of the business deal between Carl and Mr.
Parker flashed into her head. She knew that if Carl didn't make this
meeting, more than a few people would be out of their jobs. She had
more than enough to get her through that meeting. But with her
worrying bout Donna, what kind of business could she do? But she had
to try.
Carl recoiled. Suddenly he was struck by how damnably hot it was.
He was about to reach over and adjust the thermostat on his computer,
when he realized his computer,... hell, his entire desk, was missing.
And, damn it, his chair felt all wrong. Gone was the slick feel of
leather, replaced with the rough feeling of worn cotton. And there
was this damn spring poking him in his ass! And the chair was brand
new! He reached down to see what it was and his hand brushed his
thigh. He looked down to see what had happened to his pants and was
shocked to see two globes hanging from his chest!
He jumped up, causing a book that had been on his lap to fall to the
ground. He looked around. He was in a tiny little room. There was
a chair that looked like someone had saved it from the trashmen.
There was a small stack of books beside the chair and a crib right in
the middle of the room. He could see a small little kitchenette of
to one side, and a door, that he somehow knew led to a small bedroom.
Carl wondered where the bathroom was, and an image of a community
bathroom down the hall flashed into his mind. All in all, he
could've fit the entire residence in his office and still had room
left over.
He looked at himself. The biggest thing that had changed was, of
course, the... breasts he now had. They were large, and Carl knew
that they were larger than normal. Looking over to the crib, he knew
that these breasts were swollen with milk for the baby inside.
Thankfully, the baby was sleeping soundly. Carl didn't know what
he'd do if he actually had to breast feed a child. Another change
was that he was smaller. Carl was a rather big man at 6'2", but he
now guessed that he was, at most, about 5'4". His hair lay against
his shoulder blades, and his nails were also longer. His clothes
were also radically different. He was used to tailor-made suits and
expensive fabrics. These clothes were clearly off the rack, and were
probably cheap cotton or cotton blends. He wished he had a mirror so
he could take a look at himself, but he knew the closest one was a
cracked mirror above the sink in the community bathroom.
He took a look at the books on the floor. There were some books on
history, a couple math texts and some english books, all high school
level. Carl found a practice test of some kind and looked it over.
As a college graduate, he should've been able to breeze through the
test without blinking, but when he looked at the questions, the
answers wouldn't come to mind. It wasn't that he wasn't any stupider
(at least he didn't feel stupid), it was just that he couldn't
remember the answers.
He picked up a book and started studying (he felt that this was too
important not to do), but then he heard little Donna (where had the
baby's name come from) start fussing. He set the book aside and went
over to the crib. Carl could hear the baby making some sounds, and
knew that she was hungry. With an almost instinctive action, Carl
picked the baby up while lifting his shirt. He pulled the panel down
on the nursing bra and gave his nipple to the baby. After the baby
had started to feed, he returned to the chair, held his book with one
hand while holding the baby so she could feed with the other. After
a while, Carl was forced to switch arms so Donna could feed from his
other breast.
Carl looked down, wondering what he had been so worried about. This
body had an instinctive knowledge of what he needed to do to care for
little Donna. But that made Carl wonder why he cared. This little
rugrat wasn't his, not really. But looking deep into the sweet, blue
eyes of little Donna, he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do for
her.
Before Donna had finished, he heard a knock on his door. He set the
book aside, pulled his shirt down so it covered everything that had
to be covered for modesty's sake, and carried Donna to the door.
Upon opening it, he saw his next door neighbor, mister Jackson, a
kindly old man who helped out when he could, but whose medical
problems really prevented him from doing much. When he saw what
"Mildred" was doing, he gave her his best dirty old man smile, and
said, "Miss Pierce, better be careful or you'll give this old man
nasty ideas."
Carl gave him Mildred's best smile and said, "What can I do for you,
mister Jackson?"
Mister Jackson handed her a small batch of letters. "I got your
mail. Since your mailbox door is busted, I didn't think it was wise
to leave it down in the box."
"Probably a wise call. Thanks."
Carl took the letters, blew mister Jackson a flirtatious kiss, and
went back inside. Donna had finished feeding, so Carl made sure to
give her her stuffed bunny so she could fall asleep. Carl sighed.
Little Donna seemed so peaceful and beautiful in her crib. Carl
found himself hoping he could be a good mother. Then he quickly
amended his thoughts, adding, "As long as I'm stuck in this body."
He then took the mail and sat down and started reading it. Most of
it was junk mail (why any company would think that anyone living in
this neighborhood would have an extra 300 dollars to shell out for a
stereo system was beyond him), his... Mildred's first electric bill,
and a letter from the Welfare office. Opening the last, he found
that it was a demand for more information. The letter also said that
it was the third call for this information, and if they didn't get
the information in the next two days, they would be forced to deny
him the aid he needed.
Carl knew this was the first time Mildred had seen any such letter,
and briefly cursed the owner of the building for not fixing the
mailbox as soon as she had reported it. Carl stopped. "Okay, I get
the point. I swear that if I get my body back I will do everything
I'm supposed to to get this building in proper shape." A small part
of him hoped that would be enough and that he'd be instantly
transported back to his body, but nothing happened.
He sighed, and picked up Donna, getting a little gurgle, that Carl
was sure was curiosity. Carl told her, "Momma's got some stuff to do
so we've got to get you ready." And strangely enough, that seemed to
placate her. "Yes, you're just momma's little genius, aren't you?"
Carl cooed a few more words of encouragement as he nuzzled her chin.
This was so weird. Carl had never wanted children, but now that he
had one, no matter how he came by her, he found the very concept of
giving her up anathema.
He walked back to the bedroom, but as soon as he opened the door, he
was forced back by a wave of hot air that made him woozy. He
wondered why the room was so damnably hot and the answer came to him.
The one window in the bedroom was warped and wouldn't open, and
because of the position of the apartment, the sun beat down on that
window for twelve hours out of every day. The only way to keep the
rest of the apartment bearable was to keep the door shut, which,
unfortunately, meant the bedroom turned into an oven during the
morning and early afternoon.
He returned Donna to the crib and walked up to the door. Already the
main room of her apartment had gotten noticeably warmer, so he had to
do this fast. He took a deep breath, dashed into the room, grabbed
one of Donna's dresses out of the beat up old dresser, and ran back
into the main room, slamming the door behind him. He then ran to the
door to the hall, opened it, then swung it back and forth to try to
cool the place down. After a few minutes, he returned to Donna,
changed her clothes, stuffed a few extra diapers and a tube of baby
wipes in his purse (his? purse) and headed out of the house.
He had to take the bus. Thankfully, Mildred had spent some of her
money on a bus pass. Once more, images of Mildred's life flashed in
his head. The bus was the only way Mildred had of getting around.
She didn't have many friends, and the few she did were busy most of
the time, and couldn't drop everything to cart her around everywhere
she needed to go. So it was just more economical to purchase a pass
to get where she needed to go.
When he got to the Welfare office (he was still mystified as to how
he knew all this stuff from Mildred's life; Carl had never been to
the Welfare office in his entire life), he got off the bus and went
inside. There was a rather long line (was it ever any other way in a
government building) and he got right into line. For the next hour,
he trudged forward, shifting Donna from arm to arm as his arms got
tired. He was fifth from the front of the line when Donna started
fussing in his arms. "What's wrong, baby?" He put his hand on her
bottom and immediately knew what was wrong. "Oh, not now, baby.
We're so close."
Then Donna gave her a look that almost seemed to say, "Sorry, mama,"
and Carl couldn't help but apologize.
He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned back and saw a young man.
The gentleman said, "If you can be back before I reach the front of
the line, I'll hold your place for you."
Not questioning his luck, Carl said a quick thanks and made a dash
for the bathroom down the hall. He almost screamed when he saw the
sign saying, "Out of order. Please use the bathroom on the third
floor." He ran for the elevator, dashing in just as the doors closed
for someone else. He ran for the bathroom as soon as the doors
opened. Inside he quickly changed Donna's diaper, then ran back to
the Welfare office. Once inside, he looked for the man who had been
behind him. Unfortunately, he wasn't in line. Carl saw him behind
the counter. When he saw "her" he gave her a guilty look and mouthed
the word sorry.
Carl sighed and got back into line. This time, he only made it half
way through the line when a man from behind the counter yelled,
"We're closing. Next five people only." Had Donna's delicate ears
not been so close, he would've screamed.
He looked into Donna's eyes and said, "Well, baby, it looks like
we've got tomorrow planned, too." He walked out and took the bus
home.
When he got home (almost forgetting that HIS home was a luxurious
mansion on the other side of town), he had to feed Donna, then put
her to bed with her little bunny. He then sat back down, grabbed a
book, and started studying.
A little while later his stomach started growling. He went straight
to the refrigerator to see what was in there to eat. Carl was
immediately struck by its small size. Any one of the four
refrigerators he had at the mansion was larger. But when he opened
it, there was nothing inside. Not because Mildred couldn't afford
it, but because it wasn't working. This time he did screech, which
woke Donna into crying fits. He spent the next five minutes rocking
her back to sleep, then went to the cabinet with the canned goods.
He got out a can of soup, opened it, and poured it into a pot. He
went over to the sink and turned on the water. The pipes shook and
brown sludge poured out of the tap. He decided to forgo the extra
water, and took the pot right to the stove.
He knew upon approaching it that he had to use the small back burner.
The front burner had a short in it and might catch something on fire.
As Carl put the pot on to heat, he wondered where that last bit of
knowledge came from. Before, he had been forced to confront all of
the crap in her life before details were given to him, but this time,
he got the knowledge in advance. But then he figured it out. This
bit of knowledge, if he hadn't had it in advance, might've prompted a
fire and endangered him, Donna, or possibly even his neighbors.
Whoever was doing this wanted him to suffer for what he had done, but
not anyone else.
"Okay," he said to the air, "I get it. I get it. I was a lousy
human being. I promise to mend my ways." He waited, hoping things
would go back to the way they were, but nothing happened.
He finished cooking and eating his dinner. Then, as he put the pot
in the sink, he heard a knock on the door. When he opened it, he was
shocked when he saw... himself! His body, anyways. "Carl" strode
in, saying, "I want my baby back!"
Carl, for the first time in his life, was stunned. "Mildred?" he asked.
"Of course, Mildred. Little Donna's rightful mother. I don't know
how we got into each other's bodies, but I'm NOT going to leave my
baby in the hands of a ruthless, self-centered businessman, no matter
whose body he's in."
Carl almost protested, but then had to stop and think. He walked
over to the crib, got Donna, and gave her to Mildred. Mildred had
not expected it to be this easy, and stared at her beautiful daughter
for a bit before saying, "You couldn't have been much of a mother if
giving up Donna was this easy."
"Easy?!" Carl almost screamed. "Throughout this entire afternoon,
the one thing that made it tolerable was Donna's beautiful face
carrying me through."
"Then... why?"
"Why give her up? Because with all your money, you can do things for
her that I never could. Even if I do manage to complete your plan of
finishing your education." Carl was on the verge of tears. "So...
take her and go." Then he finally broke down and ran into the
bedroom in tears.
Mildred looked into Donna's eyes and her little baby gave her a look
that, at the same time, made Mildred think her baby knew exactly what
was going on, and also said, "Be nice. She's had a rough day."
Mildred returned Donna to her crib and walked into the bedroom. As
she passed through the door, she said, "Damn, I almost forgot how hot
it got in here."
Carl looked up from the pillow he had been crying into and said,
"What are you still doing here?"
"We need to talk."
"What's there to talk about? Donna deserves all the things money can
buy. And right now, you're the one with the money."
Mildred sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly rubbed her old body's
shoulder. "But Donna needs her mother, and right now, that's you.
But I think I've got a solution."
Carl sniffled back a tear. "What?"
"Marry me."
"Marry... But we hardly know each other. We've never even dated."
Mildred smiled. "Dated? Hun, if you have been given even half the
data about my life that I have been given about yours today, then we
know more about each other than we could learn with a lifetime of
dating. And, let's face it, if we don't keep close tabs on each
other, how are we going to get this body switch all straightened out?"
"I... suppose."
"So say yes, already."
"Yes."
Mildred smiled and Carl looked up at her with this "Hold and protect
me" look. It was such an effeminate look. And Mildred had a classic
male response. She got a woody. She had an almost irresistible urge
to push Carl onto his (her?) back, and start fucking. Only her own
experience of having to control over-stimulated males from the other
end allowed her to control her new desires.
Carl, however, was not so lucky. Being a rich, handsome, successful
business man had meant that he had been the target of scheming women
trying to get him interested in them, and he took advantage of it.
The only reason he had ever had to control his sex drive was to make
sure he didn't wind up doing anything illegal. So when he felt an
urge to throw his arms around Mildred's neck and pull her down on top
of him, he was only able to resist for a few seconds.
To her credit, Mildred tried to resist, and maybe if she had had a
little more experience trying to control her new male sex drive, she
might've had a chance. But when this sexy teenager pulled "him" down
on top of "her" who was in command inside didn't seem to matter.
After only a few seconds, instead of trying to push an over
stimulated "girl" away, she was, instead, sliding her hand under his
skirt and pulling his panties down. His own hands found the snap on
her pants and before either of them knew what was happening, Mildred
was between Carl's legs, sliding her dick into his cunt.
Carl's ankles were tangled up in his panties, but he quickly got his
legs out and flipped them off. His legs, performing with built-in
habits, wrapped around Mildred's body and pulled her into him.
Mildred slid her hands up under Carl's blouse and started fondling
his breasts. Carl moaned and ripped his own blouse open so Mildred
could get at him easier.
Mildred pulled the panel on the nursing bra down and gently started
sucking. Back when she had first started lactating, Mildred had
tried a little of her own milk. It wasn't that big a deal then, but
now? Maybe it was because she was using Carl's taste buds, or maybe
his hormones were changing her tastes, but this stuff was FANTASTIC!
Only Carl saying, "Save some for Donna," snapped her back to reality
and kept her from draining Carl dry.
She instead moved her lips up to his and kissed him deeply. They
continued to move together until Mildred exploded, pouring cum into
Carl's womb. While she was filling him with man see, Carl
experienced his first female orgasm and passed out from the feeling.
He woke up a little while later with Mildred rubbing her forehead
with a damp cloth. She looked around, and saw that Carl had carried
her back into the main room by the open window. As soon as his eyes
fluttered open, she asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. That was intense."
"Did you like it?"
"That was fantastic!" Carl took the rag from his forehead and looked
at it. "After seeing the water that came out of the tap, I expected
this to be brown."
Mildred explained, "The water in the bathroom down the hall isn't
quite so bad. Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course. You're going to be my husband, right?"
Mildred smiled. "Of course. But, since you were the one doing it,
why did you let this place get this... crappy?"
Carl got a guilty look on his face. "Profit. I hired the cheapest
managerial firm I could to handle the affairs of this building. I
guess I got what I paid for."
"I hope you realize that as long as I'm in your body, things are
going to change. Your empire is going to be far more ethical for a
while."
"No problem. After having lived your life for a while, no one should
have to live like this. I actually want to help."
Carl heard Donna start to fuss in her crib and quickly ran over to
her. Donna needed her diaper changed, and as he did what was
necessary, Mildred said, "Speaking of living each others' lives, do
you have any idea how all this happened?"
Carl got a thoughtful look and said, "I think I do. After I get
finished here, we can check it out."
Mildred grinned. "And after you get dressed, too."
Carl looked down at himself. His blouse was torn open, and his bra
panels were flopping free. He also knew that his panties were lying
somewhere in the bedroom. Carl giggled. "I do look a fright, don't
I?"
"Not a fright. Disheveled maybe, but nothing worse than that."
Carl quickly finished with Donna, handed her to Mildred, and went
into the bedroom (which had cooled down with the sun moving down
behind a building), and got dressed. He went out with Mildred and
got into the Beemer that up till that afternoon had been his. They
were taking a chance. They didn't have a car seat, so Carl had to
hold onto her in his lap as Mildred drove really slowly to the new
Church of Love. Both parents were terrified of getting into an
accident, but Donna loved the trip.
Mildred said, "I've heard some rumors about this place. Why are we here?"
"I made the mistake of insulting their goddess."
Mildred gave him a curious look. "And you think that's what caused this?"
"Okay, I know it sounds crazy. But no crazier than suddenly finding
yourself in the body of another person."
"Touche."
They got out and went inside. Anna was saying good night to Leslie
and Sydney, after a hard day's work. Carl walked up to her and said,
"Miss Leighton, can we talk?"
"Certainly, Carl. Shall we go in back?"
Mildred was stunned. She had expected this strange woman to address
Carl by her name, just as everyone had addressed her as "mister
Witherspoon" all day. She just followed Carl and Anna into a back
room. Carl noticed that there was a third chair, this one padded.
Anna took it and said, "Carl." Mildred was further stunned when Anna
waved at one of the folding chairs and said, "Mister Pierce." She
just sat down without saying a word. Anna took the last seat and
said, "Now what can I do for you?"
Carl said, "Since you addressed us by our real names, I assume you
know about our... switch?"
"Of course. My goddess informed me of your punishment."
"Well, I wanted to make sure you knew I learned my lesson and was
wondering if you could change us back?"
"I'm sorry, but that wouldn't be a good idea."
"But why?"
"Miss Witherspoon, when a woman gives birth it leaves an imprint on
both mind and body. Right now, you're affected by the body where
your soon to be husband has the mental imprint. It keeps you both
caring and nurturing, which will be of inestimable benefit to the
community. But if you get transferred back, all you will have is the
memory of the imprint, which may not be enough to keep you nurturing.
You might revert to your old, selfish self. For the sake of the
community I can't ask my goddess to do that."
Mildred asked, "But why me? Why am I being punished for what he did?"
"She, mister Pierce. You should get used to using feminine terms as
well as your name to refer to your fiance. In answer to your
question, may I point out that you are now a multi-millionaire in
charge of one of the biggest business firms in the city. You live in
a mansion, have a personal staff to take care of your every need, and
once you two get married, you will be the proud father to your
daughter. In comparison to your old life, exactly where is the
punishment?"
Mildred really couldn't answer that, but Carl said, "She... He
shouldn't HAVE to marry me. I'm willing..." Carl swallowed hard.
Mildred took his hand in support. "I'm willing to give Donna back
to... him."
"Actually, it may surprise you to know that you two were going to
wind up married anyways. Your switch just accelerated the process.
I can see by the looks on your faces that neither of you believe me,
but it's true. Mildred, if you'd had the day Carl experienced this
afternoon, you'd've gone from the Welfare office straight to his
office, stormed in past any opposition, chewed him out, and left
without him saying a thing. Carl would've been annoyed, but also
intrigued. He'd've found out where you lived, then after a whirlwind
courtship, you would've been married."
Mildred asked, "So we were destined to be together forever?"
"Not exactly. Marriages based on whirlwind courtships rarely last.
After two years together, Carl's workaholic lifestyle and rather
self-centered attitudes would've driven a wedge between you and your
marriage would've fallen apart. Mildred would've been taken care of
for the rest of her life, but it wouldn't have spared you both the
pain of the break-up. So you see, your switch not only accelerated
your marriage, but saved it. Your marriage will now be based on
mutual knowledge, respect, and, I dare say, love. A recipe for a
successful marriage."
The two looked into each other's eyes and knew it was true. But Carl
said, "It still doesn't seem fair to make us stay in each others'
bodies, forever."
Anna said, "Who said anything about forever? After Carl, or perhaps
we should all start using the name Mildred, gives birth to a child,
you can come back and we'll discuss switching you back."
Carl said, "Well, that's going to be a ways off."
"That's your decision, of course, but you should be aware, the
goddess considers abortion murder. If you do wind up getting
pregnant, you must carry the baby to term or you will be in those
bodies forever."
Carl and Mildred got up. Carl said, "Thank you, miss Leighton."
"Please, call me Anna. Or if you must be formal, call me Priestess Anna."
"Thank you, priestess Anna."
The couple left the room and Nicole manifested. "Why didn't you tell them?"
Anna sat back and sighed. "I didn't think that Carl was prepared to
learn that thanks to that afternoon sex session, she was going to be
a two-child mom a lot sooner than expected."
"Possibly not, but I think you underestimate her." Nicole waved her
hand and the table and two extra chairs disappeared, to be replaced
with a bed. "But right now, I'm interested in a little loving with
my high priestess."
Anna got up and walked to the bed. Jokingly, she said, "Ah, the
duties I must perform as a high priestess to my goddess."
Nicole intercepted her and kissed her. "I'll try not to make your
duties too tedious." Anna giggled and pushed Nicole onto the bed.
Outside, the new Carl (the once Mildred) opened the door for his
fiance, then ran around to the drive's seat. As he checked the
mirror, he asked, "So you really think this is all the real thing?"
"You got a better explanation for all that has happened today?"
"Not really, but it's still a little hard to believe."
"I know what you mean."
Carl turned his head and looked into the back seat. "I think we
should start believing."
Mildred turned and looked into the back seat. Right there, on the
seat, already properly set up, was a baby seat. Mildred said,
"Somebody... could've broken into the car to put it in."
"Broken into the car without leaving a mark anywhere, just to install
a baby seat? I suppose it's possible, but..."
Both of them left the rest of the idea unvoiced.
************
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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