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Great Shift: Feeling the Power
by: Paul G Jutras
As John came walking into the house he kicked off his mud covered boots and socks. Brushing off flakes of hard lava ash from the ancient lava flows near his house, his mother scolding him once again for tracking mud and hard lava into the house.
"But mom, it's no much fun scrambling over the rocks." John pleaded.
"I wish I can find a way to stop you from playing there." Mrs. Mathew said. "It's just too dangerous."
"Maybe for someone over 30." John muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Mrs. Mathew said.
"Er... Nothing." John said as he headed upstairs to take a bath.
As they stars came out that night, Mrs. Mathew stepped out on the front porch. She saw weird lights in the horizon sky. Through the red, blue, green, yellow and silver lights, she saw the first star of the evening. "I wish I had a real excuse to keep John off those lava flows." She wished before going to bed.
That night, the whole town seem to shake in the most massive earthquake that was ever felt. So great that one expected the news to report California's departure from rest of country. The shaking knocked John out of bed, as he tried to stand up, he felt over and hit his head on a bed post that he knew wasn't there a second before.
A pink pony alarm clock read 9:15 when John shook his head and found long blonde hair falling in front of his face. "Huh?" John said in a high pitch voice. Feeling a draft by his legs, he stood up and found himself in a pink, lace trim night gown.
"Mother!" John screamed as he ran down a unfamiliar staircase and into a kitchen where she saw a young dark hair woman with a page boy haircut. "You're not my mother."
"My name is Frank." The woman in a semi-transparent gown said. "At least it was before I woke up in my wife's body."
"Martha are you there?" Came a knock on the door. Frank and John went to the door and found a curly blonde woman standing on the front porch. "I know who you think I am, Martha. But I'm not."
"Neither am I." Frank said. "I'm Frank. I left Martha in my body in bed. She's still crying, Susan."
"I'm not Susan." The blonde woman said. "I'm Stacy Mathew."
"Mom," John said, giving her a hug with tears puffing up his new eyes.
"John, thank goodness I found you at least." Mrs. Mathew said with relief. "The news said something their calling The Great Shift has caused everyone in the world to swap bodies. When the neighbor girl ended up in your body I came here in hope you'd be in hers. Guess I got lucky since it doesn't always seem to work that way."
"I'm just glad to know you're alright." John said to her mother who was now in the body of his teacher; who lived across the street from him. Now his mother lived across the street from the yard that a join his old life's yard.
Going upstairs he found that Linda was very feminine and didn't seem to own a single pair of jeans or pants. He was glad that school was closed for a couple days while the families divided up by the great shift tried to find one another. He wasn't sure what to wear first, then decided to take a bath and get to know his new body.
After running soap over his soft new body and shaving his legs with a almost natural ability, he soon was dress. Hearing Frank comfort his wife in the bedroom, John turned on the news to get the latest on The Great Shift and laid on the couch. John couldn't help starring at his nylon encased foot. The feeling of his nice new soft body and the clothes made him feel very powered.
That was when John started to hear shouts coming from the bedroom upstairs. Frank's wife remembered how he complained about how many pairs of shoes she had and how his old fashion beliefs had her wear only heels when she wasn't barefoot. As Martha put on one of Frank's suits, she turned and smiled at Frank as he sat with his legs crossed.
"Now Frank," Martha said with a smile. "I know to well that nylons aren't comfortable, but you insisted that I wear them and heels all the time. Now it's your turn to make sure you don't get any runs or that your seams are kept straight when you put them on."
"Yes dear." Frank said reluctantly.
"I can't wait to see you dress up for the dinner we had already planned on going to before this happened. A night of dancing in heels will really give you an insight of a woman's life. For now you need to get yourself comfortable with women's clothes. That why before we go out tonight you're to go mall walking from store to store for a complete new outfit. I want you or should I say me to look best for us going out on our wedding anniversary."
Soon Frank was driving toward the mall in a pink Thunderbird LX and saw Linda's body on the lava flows. "A mini skirt and heels aren't best for climbing." Frank said. "How about joining me at the mall. I know that Linda only wore shorts and sneakers in gym class."
"Sure." John said as Frank helped him off the lava flows and into the car. "I remember seeing Linda in shorts at school and was heading there when I saw the flows and had my old urge to climb them. You're right about the clothes. If I can buy something different."
"While I was upstairs changing, I heard you on the phone." Frank said with a strawberry lipstick smile at his daughter image. "Anyone we know?"
"My dad finally located me." John said with a sigh. "He was transferred to teenage girl in Tokyo Japan. He was lucky that like me his new body seem to of retained the needed knowledge. In his case a knowledge of both Japanese and English language."
"You?" Frank asked.
"How to dress this body for one." John said as they parked at the mall. Walking in they saw a Salvation Army man dress as Santa Claus. Inside, Christmas music played as they past a photo with Santa display. John heard Santa climbing about his beard being real in the same way his teacher Mrs. Bird complained about her husband beard and guessed it was her in a man's body now.
As Frank and John entered a shoe store, John tried to force his way over to the sneakers. Found himself drawn unwillingly toward the open toe heels like was already showing off his polish nylon coated nails. "What's wrong?" Frank asked.
"It's no use." John sighed. "After mom came over, I called Linda in my body and found out she got dress as easy as I did. Our bumping our heads at the same time during the shift had cause this body to maintain it preference to dress up not dress down. I can't stop myself from going all feminine."
"Here I'm struggling just to walk in heels and this straight jacket like bra." Frank said as they came out of the dressing room one at a time. Each time in a different outfit. At least until John and Frank had max out Linda and Martha's credit cards.
As the cell phone in Frank's purse rang, he answered it. Martha on the other end reminded Frank of the salon appointment made back when she was in her own body. She suggested taking John along with him for a full experience.
John felt a different type of powering feeling than ever they had a manicure, pedicure and leg waxing. Their hair and eye brows were door. They felt sore where they hair were ripped away from their body, but they both found they loved the personal attention they got in the salon chairs. As John stared at his image in the mirror, he gave some sexy poise looks that would make any man's manhood go erect.
"How do you like your new look?" The salon woman said. Frank didn't care for it at all, but John smiled and nodded. She leaned over and whispered in John's ear. "You must of been as lucky as me, hon. Going from one female body to another instead of getting stuck the opposite sex."
John didn't know what to say. He didn't realize how taken he was to being female already. As Frank took them home, John saw Linda on the lava flows in his body. Obviously as he took on more of her personality, she had taken on more of his. It was like walking in a dream state with someone else in control of what either of them did. For some reason neither seemed to mind too much.
"But, I don't need a babysitter." John protested that night.
"John was old enough not to have a babysitter, but Linda is now." Martha said in Frank authority voice. "For now on you're Linda."
John just sighed and gave in as the sixteen year old girl who was a forty year old woman before The Great Shift, smiled with her books pressed under her breasts. She smiled and understood what it felt like to be younger than before though not the opposite sex. She was going to go easier on John as she was sure the adjustment been hard for him.
As John played videos games and worked on Linda's homework, he was glad he had till the end of Christmas vacation to get use to being Linda. Wasn't sure if they'd be anything left of John when he did return to school.
Frank wasn't having it so easy. At dinner, Frank kicked off his heels off under the table and rubbed his nylon covered feet together. Even wiggling his toes was sore for him as he never danced in heels before. Martha wanted him to dance to ever song that played when they weren't actually eating. "You look lovely dear."
"Knock it off," Frank muttered. "I'm embarrassed enough here as it is."
"Okay, Okay." Martha chuckled. "After dessert we'll be going home and you can be my little housewife. You can cook, clean and play bridge with your girlfriends like I use to. You'll only have to go out when you're at the supermarket if you wish."
"Yes, Martha." Frank said, feeling the need to go to the bathroom. He stepped into the heels and hobbled into the women's room where he got his first experience at pulling a pair of panties and pantyhose down to his ankles and hiking up his dress to go sitting down. He never missed going standing up in his life.
"If John ever need a babysitter let me know." Kathy said with a smile and went to her car. The new families would all have a lot to learn before Christmas. Things they'd have the rest of their lives to get use to.
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