"That'll be eighteen cents, Miss."

"What?"

"Eighteen cents for the meal. Ham and cheese sandwich, milk, chocolate pudding: eighteen cents."

"What's happening?"

"It's in the change wallet in your purse."

"My purse?"

"There it is. Here let me help you." The cashier reached into the purse, found the change wallet, and retrieved a quarter. She collected the change and handed the seven cents and the change wallet back to the young woman.

Carolyn didn't know what was happening. Carolyn didn't even know that his name had changed along with his body. This gorgeous young woman with perky C-cup breasts in the cyan skirt suit who couldn't have been older than sixteen-years-old had been Carl, a burly man in his early fifties a moment before.

From across the room, a group of teenagers was watching him. They had seen this thing many times before. It wasn't unusual at this school. In fact, it had happened to all of them. They knew the look. They knew the confusion in the former boy's eyes.

"There's the new guy. It must be tough for him," Jerry remarked.

"Yeah, it was tough for all of us," Bill replied.

"Well when the impossible happens, what do you expect?"

"It's tough on the mind. Some can handle the change, others fall to pieces. It's better now."

"How?"

"He'll have us. We can explain everything to him."

"Well, he's a she. She'll have to get used to that."

"She is at least pretty that is something."

"You mean she is HOT!"

"It'll still be tough. She'll have to act like the pretty girl she looks like. That won't be easy. She has to give up being a man in all ways. At least I've always been a girl," Ellie who was wearing a red dress reminded them. "She'll have to start from scratch. She'll have to learn to be a girl. They won't even really give her time to adjust."

"Why don't they give people time to get acclimated?"

"I don't know. Why do they do this at all?"

The group all sighed. They all had similar stories.

That is everyone except for Jenny. Jenny was a man before he was transported to this new time. She was a boy after. She's a girl now sort of. She couldn't adjust fast enough.

Jenny was originally a man when she was transported to this time. Technically she still is, not that anyone can tell by the way she looks and dresses.

Jenny used to be a teacher here, Mr. Thompson. Now they won't allow her on school grounds. She makes her money in the streets.

She was trying to adjust. Not everyone can adjust to being placed in a new body and a new time. Jenny was one of the lucky ones, his gender and age hadn't changed too much. Maybe that was why they were so impatient that she didn't just accept her new life. Regardless, she did not adjust fast enough.

Mr. Gerald Thompson was in his car driving to his home after the end of the school day. He wasn't a teacher in his former life and he hated that he was a teacher now. He hated that he was stuck in the late 1940s, instead of his former decade of the 1990s. There were so many things that he missed from the nineties. He didn't even have a color TV. They hadn't been invented yet. At least for the general public. He didn't know when there would be a color television, but he knew he wasn't going to have one any time soon.

Gerald (as he was known then) heard the police siren behind him. He was angry, but he didn't think he was doing anything wrong. He might have been a bit distracted, but that didn't mean he was speeding.

"Can I see your license and registration?" the officer asked.

"Sure thing."

Gerald tried to be polite and accommodating, but the incident escalated. He didn't really know how it happened, but he was arrested for only a traffic violation. It happened so fast that he didn't even know what the violation had been. Gerald was escorted by three police officers from his own car to their patrol car.

Gerald was properly angry and a fight broke out. But with three officers surrounding him. It didn't go very well for Gerald.

He was brought in front of a judge. It was a kangaroo court. He didn't have a lawyer. The right for a defendant to be granted a lawyer free of charge if he couldn't afford it wasn't as strong as it was in later decades.

Gerald tried to speak out, "You can't fool me. I know you are in with them too!" This was true in many ways.

The judge replied, "I'm going to sentence you to the hospital. And if you cooperate with these doctors, I think they will do you some good."

Gerald was stunned. He was a free man the night before, now he was being sent by court order to the loony bin. his life was bad, but at least he was free. This was utterly bizarre. Not as bizarre as being transferred to an entirely different body, an entirely different year, an entirely different life, but, he had been free. Now he was being taken to a mental institution. Gerald suspected that it was all arranged. He didn't have any proof.

It had been arranged. Gerald wasn't adjusting to his new life fast enough for the entities that brought him here. He needed his personality to be adjusted. They didn't understand why it was taking him so long in the first place. As opposed to lots of the other people, his life hadn't changed too much. They wanted to make an example out of him. What would happen if someone didn't go along with the program. Gerald's case would be known by everyone.

At first glance, the place didn't seem so bad. It looked like a mental hospital. There were certainly 'disturbed' people around. But they were being treated humanely. There were nurses with the patients making sure everything ran smoothly. There were also orderlies, but they tried to be inconspicuous unless they were needed.

The grounds were well kept, there was grass and trees. It might look nice, but for Gerald, it was still a prison. He couldn't leave. There was a court order that he stay here. He might have had rights in prison, but here he didn't think he had any. He was involuntarily committed and he would stay until he was declared sane. That might take a while, as he was already sane. How does one get more sane than sane?

He was escorted through the grounds and then asked to remove his clothes. Gerald decided to do whatever they asked. He didn't like it. Soon he was naked. Then he was taken to a shower.

"I can do it!" Gerald told the orderly.

"W have to make sure it's done right."

"I've been showering by myself for years."

"Are you going to be difficult?"

"No."

The orderly took a big bar of soap and washed Gerald all over. This didn't bother him too much until the orderly put on some gloves and scrubbed his penis and stuck a finger up his asshole. It took all of Gerald's self-control to stop from slugging the orderly. That wouldn't work as there was another more burly orderly watching this showering.

Gerald wasn't allowed to dress himself either. A very effeminate orderly dressed him. He started of course with his underwear then a collared shirt and finally a pair of overalls.

The orderly was in a skin-tight white jumpsuit. He wore a thin ladies' watch and still wore a wedding ring. The ring was obviously just for show, as there wasn't any way that this guy was straight. They might think so in the 40s, but in his own decade, they knew he was a fairy from miles away. (But as Jerry Seinfeld once said, time and time again) not that anything was wrong with that.

Gerald didn't like this man touching him though. Gerald tried not to look at the crotch of the orderly's pants to see if he had a hard-on or not.

A doctor came in and gave Gerald a shot. "This is a tuberculosis vaccine. Everyone who comes here gets a shot." Gerald knew that TB was much more prevalent in the 40s than in the 90s, but something didn't seem right.

Gerald was correct, as he was injected with a high concentration of female hormones and testosterone blockers. The effects of this injection and the other hormones given to him in pill and other forms would change his body over than the time he was here. This would be different than the instantaneous way it was transformed before.

Gerald was also injected with a different compound at the base of his spine. This stuff was something that wasn't invented in even Gerald's time. It would over time reduce the side of his waist. It would also weaken the muscles of his lower back thus requiring him to wear a corset to support his torso for the rest of his life. Gerald didn't like what they were doing to him, but he didn't have much choice in the matter. There was also a burly orderly around in case Gerald 'acted out'.

This final injection's effect wouldn't be noticeable for quite some time, but once administered its effects couldn't be rescinded. He was now destined to have an impossibly narrow waist and weak muscles in his lower back.

"Is there much more?"

"Not too much. Why do you ask?"

"I'm getting tired. It's been a long day."

"No problem, all you have to do is meet with the doctor. But you can do that tomorrow."

"Great."

"I'll show you where your bed is."

The nurse showed Gerald where he was going to sleep. He laid upon the bed and passed out immediately. This was all part of the plan. The nurse waited by the bed for Gerald's mind to be open to suggestions. They would start with something both insignificant and profound at the same time. Something that could be changed, but in his current state, Gerald would never know.

"Can you hear me?" the nurse asked.

"Yes," Gerald said sleepily. His eyes were open, but his mind was far away.

"I'm going to ask you some easy questions. Just answer them. OK?"

"Yeah."

"What is your name?"

"Gerald"

The nurse pressed a button that was connected to a machine under Gerald's head. The machine could erase whatever the subject was thinking about when it was activated. This machine was powerful, but it wasn't foolproof. Those thoughts could return if the subject was reminded of them. But in this place, Gerald would never hear his name again. After a while of responding to his new name, his old name would be lost from his mind permanently.

"Ready for the next question?"

Gerald had forgotten the first.

"Yes."

"What is your name?" the nurse repeated.

"Gerald"

One's name is so intrinsic to one's identity, that it is stored in many areas of one's mind.

The nurse activated the device again.

"Good. Ready for the next question?"

"Yes."

"See I told you this would be easy."

Gerald smiled in his sleep.

"What is your name?"

"Gerald."

The nurse activated the device once more. It would take many cycles for his name was gone from his mind. A side effect would be that anyone in his life whose name also was Gerald would be forgotten too. But that wasn't a problem as when he left the hospital, Gerald's life would be completely different for the third time.

"Good. Ready for the next question?"

"Yeah."

"What is your name?"

"My name?"

"You know what your name is, don't you?"

"Yes, it's..." Gerald's mind looked desperately within itself for his name. He knew he must know it.

"Your name is Jennifer. But you like to be called Jenny."

"That's right."

"What's right."

"My name is Jennifer."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Jennifer."

The nurse moved on to other questions but didn't press the button again. This one change was enough. After a half dozen other questions, the nurse asked again. "What's your name?"

"Jennifer."

"What was that?"

"I thought we would end with an easy one. You get some sleep."

"OK."

Jennifer, who likes to be called Jenny went to sleep and slept until awoken the next morning.

In the morning, Jennifer was awoken. He felt refreshed. But that didn't mean he wanted to be here. A nurse, different from last time, came in with Jennifer's breakfast on a tray. Jennifer was put on a special diet to aid his physical transition. Excluding the feminine hormones that were in all his food and medications, he was put on a strict diet. This diet at first would cause him to lose weight, especially in his stomach and waist. It contained little fats and carbs but contained a lot of roughage and natural proteins in the form of fruits and vegetables. Later, fats and carbs would be overloaded so he would gain weight (fat) in the more feminine areas of his body, hips, thighs, and chest.

Jennifer was so hungry that he ate every last drop. The food was tasty and filling. Jennifer didn't have any complaints about the food at all. He had more important concerns.

"Good morning, Mr. Thompson. I'm Dr. Long. I'm your psychiatrist. I'm here to help you."

Dr. Long was a dignified-looking gentleman in mid to late fifties. He wore a suit with a bowtie and had held a form in front of him.

"Good morning doctor."

"Let's get all this paperwork out of the way. Your full name is Jennifer Lynn Thompson?"

"Yes."

"Do you mind if I call you Jennifer? No need to be so formal."

"Jennifer is alright. But I prefer to be called Jenny."

"OK, Jenny it is. Dr. Long wrote a note on the form."

"Your address is..." The doctor confirmed all the pertinent information about Jenny: his name, address, date of birth, gender, height, weight, other objective facts. Once the form was complete with all the objective facts about Jenny, Dr. Long showed the form to Jenny and had him sign his name: Jennifer Lynn Thompson.

Then the doctor asked Jenny more questions about himself and his family history and made the appropriate notations on Jenny's chart. Among other diagnoses, Jenny's chart indicated that he was a nymphomaniac, a crossdresser, and a narcissist. Under profession, Jenny was described as a prostitute.

Jenny didn't see any of these notations, they weren't true yet. But Dr. Long knew that by the time Jennifer left this institution all these notations would be accurate.

After Dr. Long was done with his initial evaluation, Jennifer was taken for a more extensive evaluation. The new doctor showed Jennifer several pictures and asked him about them. The doctor made sure to call Jennifer Jenny scores of time to reinforce in Jennifer's mind that his name is and always had been Jennifer and that he preferred to be called Jenny.

The doctor established a baseline of Jennifer's personal psychiatric structure. He showed him many pictures that usually had both men and women in them. Jennifer would identify with the men in the pictures. He was a typical man. There were some slight preferences what some might consider feminine as is the same with all men. These would be the building blocks to reestablish Jennifer's personality as feminine. Also his quite normal male ego would be readjusted to that typical of a nymphomaniac female ego. Finally, he would learn to love to make up his face in a very pretty fashion and love how that looked on him. He would be compulsive about his appearance when it comes to hair and makeup.

When the doctor asked which images were the most attractive, Jennifer would invariably move the pictures of men out of the way leaving only the women.

When asked to describe himself, Jennifer would use masculine adjectives, such as handsome and strong.

Jennifer's name had changed, but his persona as a straight male hadn't.

Since Jennifer's sexual identity would be the hardest part of his persona to change. The first aspect of his personality to be modified would be that. It was done very slowly. Jennifer wouldn't notice that his preferences would be swapped.

Many of his likes that could be called more 'masculine' were removed. They didn't make Jennifer hate activities like baseball and poker. They would make him ambivalent to those activities and lessen his knowledge about how they were played.

As far as more 'feminine' activities such as fashion and the use of cosmetics. They would start by increasing his interest in his own appearance and then help him to develop an interest in how to improve his appearance with fashion and desires to lengthen his hair. As time passed, his interest in fashion would become distinctly feminine and he would start to use cosmetics to improve his appearance.

A pretty nurse would always be sent to make sure that Jenny took his medications and model the proper behavior. She would encourage any feminine habits that Jenny was developing. The nurse was so well trained that Jenny didn't notice he was being manipulated. She was a friendly face who seemingly didn't want anything from him, except that he eats properly and kept properly hydrated. Jenny didn't mind, he seemed to always be thirsty at the institution.

By this time, Jenny had forgotten the incident that landed him here. He had decided that he had actually volunteered to be committed and that he was getting better. He knew something was wrong with him, but the therapy was focused on getting better, not reliving the past.

"Your hair is starting to get quite long. Do you want us to cut it?" the pretty nurse asked.

"No, I think I like it better this way."

"I think it should be at least styled a bit."

"Do really you think so?"

"Yeah, looking good will help you to feel good."

"I guess you are right."

Jenny was going to the salon to get his hair was styled. They immediately put him into a long feminine apron before working on him. There would be a slight trim to get his hair into shape, but none of the length was lost.

He was next placed under the hair drier for quite a while. But Jenny didn't notice as the supposed hair drier was another device used to alter his personality.

But there was so far that they could do to permanently alter his personality with the devices they were using. They needed to get him over the hump from a masculine person with some feminine tendencies to a feminine man with slight masculine tendencies. They had to use 'shock treatment' to make this transition.

When Jenny saw what they wanted to do, he struggled. He used all his physical effort and force of will to resist. But there wasn't any way to resist under this type of coercion.

"What is that?" Jenny asked with terror in his voice.

"It's OK, it'll make you better."

"You are going to electrocute me!"

"No, it's not that bad. We are only here to help you."

"No, you aren't. You are trying to change me! You are out to get me. I remember now. Let me out of here!"

Jenny was strapped down. A rubber bar was put into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

He had to be awake for this part. They wanted him to struggle. That way they could eliminate all resistance. This was the time to make Jenny believe she has always been a cross-dressing, nymphomaniac, narcissist. After this session, Jenny will think that he is here because of those problems. He wasn't here to change those traits of his personality, but to come to grips with them.

Jenny was very distraught after the treatment. But he was ready to move on too.

"Doctor, you have to help me. I'm torn apart. I have these thoughts and feelings. I want to wear women's clothing. I always have thoughts of having sex with men. I don't know what to do."

"Jenny, how long have you had these thoughts?" Dr. Long asked. He knew that they hadn't existed before a few days ago. But he needed Jenny to say that he had always remembered these thoughts being within him.

"For as long as I can remember. They have always been with me. I know they have. But I tried to ignore them. I can't anymore."

"That's why you came here," the doctor reassured. When we first talked you didn't know what was wrong, but I could see something was bothering you. I've been waiting for you to admit it to yourself so you could admit it to me. It was quite obvious."

"It was?"

"Yes, I remember when you used to wear an apron like a skirt. You seemed to be happy. There were other things. Like you growing your hair so long and spending so much time in the salon. You also didn't seem comfortable around the other men."

Jenny could remember all those things. But they were altered memories. He wore the apron like that because that was the only apron that they would give him and they insisted he wear it when cleaning his own room as therapy.

He only went to the salon because his favorite nurse insisted that he do go.

He was uncomfortable in the dorm with the men, because several of the men were violent and would scream during the night. That would put anyone on edge. Especially when he was locked in the dorm in an extremely darkened corner.

But all these memories were manipulated. Now he believes he was uneasy in the dorm because he was resisting the desire to have his way with the other men there. He believed that he had been insisting to go to the salon, but wasn't allowed until recently. That not only did he like thinking of the apron as a dress, but he used to twill around while wearing it, loving to see the flutter underneath his waist.

The 'therapy' accelerated quickly after that point. Jerry moved into the women's dorm. He was very nervous to be there at first. He used to sit in the back with his head down while the other women discussed the daily gossip and whatnot. He felt out of place, but he was also gratified that he was allowed to wear dresses and women's shoes full time. He loved the feeling of bare legs.

The other women accepted him as one of their own. He had already developed a somewhat feminine shape by then. His hips had widened, he was developing breasts and his waist had narrowed. He was wearing girdles full time, even while he was sleeping. His back always needed the support.

The women in the dorm accepted him, even before Jenny decided that he belonged there.

Once Jenny accepted his 'true nature', Jerry could finally accept the women as his peers. He joined a sewing circle with the other ladies.

Jenny had his hair curled and styled his hair in a feminine manner. He had a weekly appointment at the salon every Wednesday.

Lessons on how to make up his face began in earnest. He truly loved these lessons. They took up most of his days.

Curly hair didn't suit Jenny's tastes, although he was happy he tried that style. He preferred his hair to be long and fall loosely over his shoulders. It not only looked good, but it felt much better when he would break out into dance all by himself. He didn't need music, he just felt so free. This was due to him giving the freedom to leave the inside of the institution and walk barefoot around the grounds.

"Why walk, when you can dance?" Jenny thought as he gracefully twirled around the lawn wearing a dress with a full skirt and holding a kerchief.

He was the only one barefoot. He was the only one dancing. But he didn't care at all. he felt better than he had since he got her. He could finally see a time when they would let him go home.

As Jenny's 'mental health' improved he got more privileges. Such as moving out of the dorm and living with only one other woman. He also became more feminine every day. His wardrobe expanded as well as his reading materials. Jenny spent many hours reading magazines on the new trends in fashion.

His roommate thought he spent too much time. "You have to get out and be with people. It's not healthy to stay alone in the room."

"I get out."

"I mean with men as well as women. You've been avoiding men too often."

"It's hard for me to be with men. It just feels awkward."

"You can't avoid them forever. There are men everywhere."

"I know. I know. I'll be more sociable. But not right now. Have you seen this dress? It's to die for!" Jenny announced trying to change the subject.

Jenny's roommate convinced him to go to the dance. He spent all day looking for the perfect dress. He selected a white dress with a collar and 3/4 length sleeves. He even put up his hair in a new style for the dance. Jenny didn't have a date for the dance, but he didn't need one. Most of the residents didn't have dates. They would just show up and dance with whoever also showed up.

When Jenny saw the men, he was attracted to them like a moth to a flame. He made sure that everyone knew he was available for a dance.

Jenny enjoyed being in the arms of the men he danced with. He danced close, but not too close. He didn't want any of the men to know that under his dress, inside his panties, his penis was rock hard. Only the tightness of the girdle he always wore kept it from becoming noticeable.

After the dance, Jenny asked the doctor about it.

"That's perfectly normal. People get excited when they are with people they like. This was a good first step. I'm sure you won't be here for much longer."

Dr. Long talked to Jenny and his best friend, George.

"Jenny, you have gone through a lot of changes since coming here. In many ways you are a different person," the doctor explained.

Jenny looked at his changed body. He didn't look like a man in any way anymore. He didn't know that hormones had been used. He wasn't even allowed to suspect such a thing. He simply assumed that it was the clothes, hair, and makeup that had altered his appearance. There was also the fact that his weight had dropped too. He could never explain to himself where his breasts had come from, so he didn't think about that.

Sitting next to Jenny was his best friend George. Jenny's feelings for George had changed since he got here. Jenny fell in love with George, although he believes at some level he had always been in love with George. It is that now he can finally express his feelings.

George on the other hand doesn't know what to think. He knew that Gerald (now Jenny) had had some sort of mental breakdown. He wanted to be supportive by coming over here, but he never expected this. It took all his willpower to just leave. But his friendship with Jenny wouldn't last much longer than the time it would take to drop Jenny off.

"How do you feel Jenny?"

"I feel great. It's as though a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I feel liberated and alive. I feel like I can be the person I was supposed to be."

"I'm glad, but it won't be easy. It's true that the hardest part is over. But when you are back with regular society, they won't be as understanding as I am. You will have to blend in. You can't let anyone know who you really are. Most people won't understand. It's tough for them."

"I couldn't understand it myself. I mean not until I got here."

"I'll prescribe some medication to help you adjust to normal life. You must take it every day for at least several months. It'll help you adjust." The drugs that Dr. Long was prescribing had nothing to do with helping him adjust. They were just some more hormones. He wanted Jenny to maintain his feminine shape and maybe even fill out a little more. Jenny could use a little more padding in his hips and thighs.

Jenny was listening to the doctor's instructions and he would follow them to the letter, but Jenny was a bit distracted. he had forgotten how sexy George was. Jenny wanted to jump his bones right there. But he would restrain himself. he didn't know what the doctor would think if he stripped off his clothes pulled down George's pants and sucked on his cock. Jenny knew he would have to hold off for just a little longer. Then he could 'get intimate' as they called it in the 40s, with George.

George accompanied Jenny to her room. Jenny had to get her things. They had already been placed in suitcases.

It was at this point, that George could finally see Jenny. He looked him over. Gerald was completely gone. There was only Jenny now. Jenny was different in every way. Not only did he look different, but he also acted differently. He moved like a woman. He had small feminine gestures such as flicking the hair away from his ears on occasion. Even his voice was soft and feminine.

But all those things were nothing with how Jenny appeared. If George didn't know this had been Gerald, he would never suspected that the woman in front of him had actually been his best friend. Jenny had boobs, he has soft skin, his butt seemed rounded., his hair was long and styled. His painted lips even had a pretty smile plastered on them. George couldn't believe it.

"OK," George said to himself, "just drop Jenny home and then get out of there fast. No reason to see him ever again."

George carried Jenny's luggage. The papers had been signed and they left the hospital.

On the way out, Jenny ran into two men who he had shared at first a dorm and then later a dance. He bid them goodbye.

The men returned the greeting. Then Jenny decided to give them a kiss. The first kiss he had with anyone for months. Jenny stuck her tongue down his throat. She then used her other hand to pull the man in tight and squeeze his butt. That is when the flood gates broke loose. His hand moved from outside the man's pants to inside and grabbed his naked butt.

The man tried to scramble away, but with his passions unleashed, Jenny didn't want to stop. She tackled him and tried to pull his pants off. Orderlies had to be dispatched to break apart the couple or else Jenny would ahve sucked the man's cock.

George assumed that this would nullify Jenny's release, but it hadn't. Jenny was now looking at George hungrily. George knew that look and he wanted no part of it.

George left the grounds without Jenny.

Jenny was still released, only he was in a desperate state. He needed a man and he needed on badly. Eventually, he found one. After all, Jenny was now a hot piece of ass. He didn't tell anyone that he had a cock too.

Jenny found his desires overwhelming. Since he couldn't find a job, he took up prostitution. That way he could satiate his desires and still make money. he wasn't proud of himself, but he had to do what he had to do.

That is the story of how Gerald became Jenny.

No one knew the whole story of how a nice teacher like Mr. Thompson became Jenny. But everyone new the results. No one wanted to end up on the streets like Jenny or worse.

"No, just that he was a guy. He must be older. If he was a kid, he would be crying by now. It's tough enough on an adult. But a child would be totally lost. He or she would run crying begging for his or her Mommy. It's not pretty. I don't know why they do that to younger children. They have no way to cope," said Bill.

"I don't think they care. They didn't ask us. We don't even know what they want from us. We have to act like teenagers again and we don't know why. We only know that if we put up resistance they will take it out on us."

"So we act the good boy and girl.

"Is it really that bad?" Betty stated. "I used to be six years old. Now look at me I'm sixteen. I love it. I never want to go back to being a little kid. I had a seven o'clock bed time. Now I can stay up to almost eleven if I want. Adults were watching me all the time. If Mommy wasn't around, I always had a babysitter. I don't play dress-up anymore, I really dress-up in the cutest clothes. I used to play with dolls, I can still do that, but playing with boys is so much more fun.

It's much better now."

Betty was smiling from ear to ear. She seemed to have adjusted, hormones made her physically ready for sex, but whether she could emotional handle a real sexual relationship with a boy, no one knew yet.

But until that point, Betty was happy. Maybe because she wasn't mature enough to know what trouble she might get into.

"This isn't the first person to have Carolyn's body. I don't know why they are so interested in her. They keep switching people into her," Ben reminded the group. Ben was sitting to the left of Ellie who was at the top of the table.

"Maybe because she is pretty," Bill surmised.

"It's got to be something else."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Does anyone know what happened to the old Carolyn?"

"No, how could we."

"But she isn't now someone's parent or little brother or something like that."

"Not that I know of. Of course, if she doesn't say anything and fits in this time we may never know."

"She could tell us. I thought she was nice. She seemed to be adjusting. I don't know what she did to be 'swapped out'."

"What does it matter. I hope she is happy," Wally interjected. Wally had been in his new body and life the shortest time out of all the group assembled.

"Me too," Ellie agreed.

Everyone else agreed, but no one believed it. They all knew what happened to Jenny, formerly Mr. Thompson.

"I should go over there and tell the new Carolyn what is what."

"Why you?"

"Because I'm still a girl, I've always been a woman. I can teach her how to be a girl in this time."

Samuel sitting on the other side of Ben didn't say anything but he thought of it. He had been a woman before being transported here. But now he has a male body. Ellie was the best choice to approach the new Carolyn.

Ellie and the gang never did find out what happened to the old Carolyn. She had been young and vivacious. She was now no longer any of those things. She wasn't even a girl anymore. Carolyn had become James Potter a 68-year-old retiree. Her new life story was that she, now he, had retired a former union worker in the ironworks. All she would do until she died later that year, was to sit in that chair by the window, smoke, and beat himself at checkers.

The only connection he had between his new life and her old life was that he still wears panties under his slacks. They are his new wife's panties. She doesn't like it, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She tried to get him to take an interest in life, but every day it was the same thing, chair, window, smoke, and checkers, every day, all day.

If only he would have taken a job, any job, and quit smoking he wouldn't have died in just a few months. It was hard to go from pretty young woman to old man, but that wasn't any reason to just wither and die.

Was the old Carolyn's fate worse than Jenny's fate, who can say?

Ellie approached Carolyn. It was the new Carolyn. Ellie and the old Carolyn had been friends, but even though this person looked exactly like her, it wasn't her at all. She was wearing Carolyn's green blouse with a matching skirt. Ellie knew this outfit well. She had been with Carolyn when she bought it. None of that matters now. It was Ellie's job, not job, she didn't have to do it, to help this stranger who looked like her friend out. She didn't want the new Carolyn to find herself in any worse position than she was now in.

She was young and pretty. There were worse things to be in the late 1940s. She could have a good life if she could acclimate quickly.

"Hello," Ellie said tentatively.

"Who are you? What is going on? I don't understand anything! This is not me. I mean, this is not my body. Everything has changed. I'm not even a girl. My name is..." Carolyn said in a panicked, high-pitched voice that wasn't hers a short while ago.

Ellie cut her off. "I know. Don't tell me your name. That doesn't matter right now. You are now Carolyn Aimes, you are a sixteen-year-old school girl at Lincoln High School in Gahanna, Ohio. The year is 1947. My name is Ellie."

"No, none of that is true."

"Look around. Look at yourself. It's true now and it'll stay that way. Who you were, you aren't anymore."

"You did this to me?" Carolyn shouted. She was about to throw her tray of food at Ellie.

"No, not me. Calm down. What happened to you, happened to me. It happened to a lot of us." Ellie kept her voice-controlled. She knew what Carolyn was going through. Well, not exactly. Ellie had always been female. Carolyn had only been female for a few minutes.

Then it occurred to her, "It's 1947? No, it's not, it's nineteen eighty..."

"Does it look like the 80s? Everything has changed, not just your body but the year too. You are in the past."

Carolyn became speechless. The enormity of what had happened to her was finally hitting her.

"Come to the table with us. We all have similar stories. We'll try and help you."

Ellie led Carolyn to the table. She followed close behind.

"Let me introduce you to everyone at the table. Everyone this is Carolyn."

"My name is not Carolyn. It is Jacob."

"From now on Jacob is not your name. You are Carolyn Aimes. Your old name doesn't count anymore. I'm Ellie. This is Jerry, Ben, Samuel, Betty, Wally, and Bill." Ellie told her. She started at the boy to her left and listed the names in a clockwise fashion."

Each greeted Carolyn in turn with a 'Hi', 'Hello', or another greeting.

"We've all gone through what you have."

"Is everyone at the school like me?"

"No, not everyone."

"Are you the only ones?"

"No, there are more than just us. But we formed this clique. There are other cliques. It's like high school everywhere."

"These guys are swell," Betty interjected with a broad smile.

"What's it all about?"

"We don't know. We've all been transferred here like you. Most of us are nothing like how we used to be. I'm seventeen now. I used to be in 82."

"82?"

"Yeah."

"Were you a man like me?"

"No, I've always been a woman. It seems pretty random. Ben and Samuel used to be women too. Jerry and Bill have always been men."

"It's hard to believe."

"OK, take a seat and join our little group."

"This is really 947?" Carolyn asked.

"Yes, it is."

"1947, I wasn't even born yet. Let's see 1947? That is a couple of years after World War II."

"Right."

"Who's president?"

"President Harry S. Truman."

"This can't be happening."

"You have the body of a girl and you don't believe it?"

"No, this has to be a trick."

"You are wearing a dress."

"That doesn't mean I'm a real girl."

Carolyn's hands move to her chest. They could change her clothes, but not her body. She felt her breasts under her shirt. She felt them from both sides: from her hands' perspective and from her chest's perspective. She could even feel the bra under her shirt and over her breasts. Her mind refused to accept it. Maybe her bra was just padded and that was what she was feeling. She started to squeeze her breasts to make sure.

Ellie grabbed her hands away. "Don't do that, you're in public. It's not done. Not in your time and certainly not in 1947."

"These can't be real!"

"They can. It's all real. What about what's in your pants. That is real too."

Carolyn nonchalantly put her hands under that table and felt her crotch. There obviously wasn't any penis under her skirt.

The group knew what she was doing, but because it was hidden, they didn't say anything. Ellie looked right at her. Bill looked down. Jerry looked right at her. No one said anything. If she would have tried to put her hand inside her skirt that would have been a different story.

"Believe us now?"

"It's all too much. Body swapping, time travel. This can't be happening."

"It was that way with all of us. We know what you are going through. But being in the 1940s isn't so bad."

"You're not a girl when you should be a man."

"You'll get used to it. I used to be a woman, now I'm a boy," Samuel told her.

"I don't think I ever will."

"Being a girl isn't so bad. When you grow up you can be a housewife. All you'll have to do is keep your home clean. You won't have to work," Ellie explained. "Sometimes it takes a while, but it works out."

They didn't want to tell Carolyn what could happen if she didn't act as she expected her to. They would tell her later. There wasn't any reason to scare her so soon.

"Even Wally is coming around. He was stubborn at first. Now he almost accepts it. He still complains a little though."

"I never said that. Don't tell anyone I said that!" Wally insisted. "I never complain. I'm a good boy!"

"Yeah sure. Let's go around the table and everyone can tell their story."

Each person in turned explained who they were before. The stories were both very similar and very different at the same time. They were in reality different ages, from different decades. Some were a new gender too.

Betty asserted that she had always been Betty. But there was something odd about that. If Betty had always been Betty what was she doing with this group of people? Plus, Betty didn't seem to be acting like a normal teenager in Carolyn's opinion. It really didn't matter much to Carolyn, but it bothered her a bit.

"I understand how tough it can be," Ellie stated. "If you want, I'll come to your house and help you learn how to be a woman."

"OK."

Of all the people at the table, Wally was the one who had a history most like Carolyn's. He came from her decade and even lived in a town much like her own. Carolyn sought him out after lunch. She wanted to talk to him. Carolyn was sure that the others were hiding something.

"I wanted to talk to you. You seem to want to tell me something"

"Not now, I'll call you. But I can't today. That would be too forward for this time. I'll call you though."

"Does it have anything to do with Betty? If she was always Betty, what is she doing in the group?"

"No, she wasn't always Betty. She just sometimes likes to say that. She doesn't understand."

Wally was willing to talk about Betty, but not the more important things.

"She doesn't understand?"

"Yeah, everyone else is older, she is the only one younger than she appears. We all take care of her and keep her out of trouble. She's really only six. It's like a game to her, she is pretending to be older.."

"I see."

"Yeah if this was a few decades later it would be worse. You know with sex and all. But now it's better...I mean in that respect."

"Anything else you can tell me?"

"Don't be alone with Jerry. He only wants one thing. We warned him about Betty."

"I can handle myself!"

"You are the weaker sex now. Don't be so sure. Anyway, that's all I can tell you, now. I have to get to class. Except for one last thing. Smile all the time. Girls smile much more than boys, especially now."

The pair smiled at each other. Carolyn had a bigger smile that showed her teeth. Wally's smile was more of a grin. Then they parted ways.

Betty walked Carolyn home. She had been in Carolyn's house scores of times, not that she was going to tell Carolyn.

Carolyn's room was very girlie. All the tables and chairs were covered with material that matched the bedspread. The wallpaper was off-white with a pretty flower print, there was a vanity with scores of makeup and a big mirror to look into. It screamed femininity in every way.

Ellie started by teaching Carolyn how to select a new outfit. They tried on several styles. There wasn't any style that included anything that looked like pants at all. Carolyn was in and back into the new outfits so close that she didn't have time to look at her new body.

"I have to go."

"Where?"

"You know, to the bathroom."

"I'll come with you."

"What?"

"Girls go to the bathroom together all the time. Besides, there might be some things you need to know."

"OK."

Carolyn had been holding it in for a while. As a guy she could have held it in longer, but it had become an emergency. They rushed to the bathroom.

"Maybe you should wait outside. I'm sure I can handle it." Carolyn said as she searched for the button that was holding her skirt up. It was in the back.

"Girls don't do it like that?"

"They don't?"

"No, you're wearing a skirt, you just pull it up and out of the way."

"Really?"

"Yeah, then you pull down your panties."

When Carolyn pulled down her panties, she saw a little spotting in the crotch. She forgot about peeing for a second. "What's that?"

"You are starting your period."

"So soon."

"It comes when it comes."

What should I do? I suppose I should get a pad."

"You could do that, but I think you should use a tampon."

"You mean to stick it in me?" Carolyn asked incredulously.

"Yeah."

"Why, aren't pads any good?"

"They are."

"So why then use a tampon?"

"Tomorrow, you have to swim for gym class. You can't use a pad and swim."

"Maybe I can just miss swim."

"Even if you miss swim tomorrow, you still have it every other day. You'll have to go some time."

"Maybe I can drop swim."

"Look it's not that big a deal. Try it now and then we'll see."

I suppose."

But before that, Carolyn had to sit on the toilet and pee like a girl.

"Wait, don't get your skirt wet."

Carolyn grabbed the hem of her skirt and positioned it correctly. Then she let the stream loose.

"OK, now for the tampon," Carolyn said in resignation.

"You have to wipe first. Just take a piece of toilet paper and wipe down there."

"OK."

"You have to wipe from front to back."

'Why? Does it make a difference?"

"You don't want a UTI, do you?"

"What's that?"

"A urinary tract infection. I won't go over the biology, but take my word always front to back."

Carolyn wiped. This was the first time she touched herself down there.

Ellie showed Carolyn (on herself) how to insert the tampon and remove the applicator leaving the string in a convenient place for easy removal. If Carolyn was still a guy, she might have gotten excited. But that was impossible now.

Carolyn tried it once. That was enough for her, even though Ellie insisted she try it more times. Then they exited the bathroom to begin a makeup lesson.

"The first thing you do is put a towel over your head to keep your hair from getting the makeup on it."

"I never saw any woman I know do that."

"OK, putting on makeup isn't the same as putting on makeup in modern times," Ellie said.

What she said didn't make too much sense, in that Ellie and Carolyn were from different times. Also as a former man, what did Carolyn know about putting on makeup at any time?

"You wouldn't go to school wearing mascara and eye shadow any more than you would go to school wearing an evening gown."

"Uh-huh"

"That is how it is done now. You start by considering foundation. A foundation is a base that go over the throat and face to add a texture and color tone. Whatever the type of foundation, smooth it into the skin and keep blending until the foundation is completely unnoticeable. For your foundation, you should use one that has some pink in it. But remember don't use it as a thick mask."

"OK, I'll be careful."

"Just use a light touch."

"After foundation, use rouge. Rouge is a tint, not a paint. Use lightly and blend it in. And use slightly under the bones of your eyes."

"Got it, blend."

"If it's noticeable it's blended badly. The same goes with the accenting of the eyebrows. Eyebrows frame the eyes. They aren't supposed to be noticeable in themselves. Just accent the natural look of your eye."

"OK, got it."

"For eyeshadow, use color to bring out your own eye coloring. Blue for your blue eyes."

"That's easy."

"Lipstick is the toughest."

"It is."

"You have to use a brush. Just a little patience and a little practice and you'll be an expert."

"Who said I wanted to be an expert."

"That doesn't matter. Now they used a much how should I say it, redder shade now, than they will use in later years. It's the style. They've been doing it this way since World War II. That may seem a long time ago, but in this time WW II ended only two years ago."

"It's hard to believe."

"Once you have the lipstick applied, blot off the excess, leaving a smooth clean natural look."

"Finally, fluff on powder for a softening effect. And then brush and brush."

Ellie finished her makeup tutorial with how to put on nail polish. She had Carolyn paint Ellie's nails first. Ellie went to the bed where there was more light to look it over.

"This looks great. Now you can do your own nails."

"Is there really no way out of this?" Carolyn asked.

"Not a chance. It didn't turn out well for those who tried. I babysit a guy who thought he could do something. He isn't much younger than he was before, but he is retarded. You can say that in the 40s. When he gets a little older, he might end up in an institution. You don't want that, especially in this decade.

There are rumors of people who found their way out. There are those who spend their time planning and looking for loopholes. But I've never seen it work."

"Rumors?"

"Yes, they say that some people who disappear returned to their own life. Or sometimes that people didn't really die, they escaped. But don't believe them. There isn't any way out. You just have to be the best young woman you can be."

"Do you know who is doing this?"

"There are rumors about that too. Some say the government. Others say it's aliens who are experimenting with us."

"Who do you believe?"

"I don't know. There isn't any way to know. Besides what does it matter. I'm a good girl."

"I know being a girl is tough. Remember this though, it's the 40s you always have to wear a bra. Always wear a skirt. You have to look your best at all times.," Ellie explained.

"I wanted to wear pants, now I'm nowhere near as pretty as you are. That was my price for wanting to wear pants. It wasn't worth it. I started to wear pants but people started to look at me funny, so I don't even wear pants anymore. I used to be so much prettier. For a girl that is what it's all about. That and being a good cook and keeping the house clean.

I was fortunate. I may not be very pretty anymore, but at least I have a future. I might not go to college and get a good job, but I'll find a husband, eventually."

"My sister wasn't so lucky."

"What happened to her?"

"She used to be my older sister in college, now she/he is my rambunctious younger brother. He was the one I was telling you about. He's ten now and still in diapers. He runs around the house and loves to get into my things. He comes into my room and pulls all my apparel out of my drawers and throws them around my room. He doesn't even try and wear them, just throws them around.

Doesn't wear them isn't right. I've seen him wear my panties and bras outside his clothes. He doesn't wear it because he remembers that he is a girl and wants to wear it. he wears it just to be silly and to torment me. Everyone thinks he is just weird. He'll get older, but he won't get any better."

"'He'll never be out of diapers, he'll never mature, he'll never get a job. The bright beautiful girl that was my older sister is gone. I'm not sure if she was changed because I was stubborn or something that had to do with herself. They might be getting back at me for not being the sweet girl I'm supposed to be."

"I'm sorry."

"Is he in better shape than Jenny? I don't know. Jenny used to be one of our teachers. Now, she supports herself, if you can call it that, as a prostitute. Everyone knows about who she was and who she is now."

?What does you mother say? I mean about your brother."

"She loves that he is in diapers. She sometimes jokes that she is waiting for me to be like that. She says that boys are so much easier than girls."

"Oh my god."

"Don't say that. Say 'Oh my goodness' instead."

"Jerry, what's wrong?" Bill asked.

"Nothing."

"You can tell me."

"I'm not Jerry. I mean I wasn't yesterday."

"What happened?"

"I am, I mean I was Jerry's Mom, Emily. Yesterday, I was very busy during the day. When my husband Harry, I guess he is my father now, wanted to get frisky I just wasn't in the mood. He persisted. I had to tell him off. When I woke up this morning, I was Jerry."

"And Jerry is you?"

"I suppose, I knew complaining wouldn't help so I just did what Jerry would normally do, get dressed, eat breakfast and then go to school. Now I'm my own son."

"I'm sorry man."

"It's not your fault. But do you know what is the worst part?"

"What?"

"I'm so darn horny I feel like my balls will burst. Do you think that Ellie would be interested?"

"ELLIE IS MY GIRLFRIEND!"

"Sorry, man. How about the new girl?"

"Probably not. She hasn't been a girl for a day yet."

"I'm so darn horny. I need some contact. Some making out or something. I have to have it."

"Well, you could call her and ask. But wait a couple of days."

Jerry didn't realize what he meant until a moment later. It was true that he was horny. But even though he could remember his life as Emily and could remember all the times he had made love with his husband Tom, the people he wanted to have sex with were girls.

Jerry's penis was stiffening as he saw a random girl in the cafeteria.

The thought of being intimate with any boy felt wrong to him. Having any sexual feelings for his former husband he thought was totally taboo. Instead, Jerry needed his dad's approval to just borrow the car and a whole host of other activities.

Jerry didn't know how he got this way. This wasn't the first time Tom asked him to be intimate and Emily refused for one reason or the other. He never lost his identity before.

Would Jerry be shocked to find out that Tom was growing bored with Emily? That when she had refused, he wished that he had a different wife. That a woman of this time should never deny their husband. That was all it took. Emily was now her own son Jerry and was stuck with his life and his male libido. Actually, the new Jerry's libido was much higher than the former Jerry's. Not that he could possible know it.

"Hello?"

"Hello Carolyn, this is Wally."

"I've been waiting for your call."

"I had to wait a couple of days. I had to wait until you were settled in."

"I understand. These last few days have been tough. I mean everything looks so normal on the surface, but underneath it's not that way at all."

"You have to act like you are supposed to. You have to act like you don't have a care in the world. Wait, that isn't right, you have to act like you only have the cares of teenagers. Like all you want to to do is do well in school and go out on dates and have good clean fun."

"I know."

"You can't let up for a moment. You have to be careful around everyone. It's been tough for me too. I wanted to talk to people seriously about what is going on. But I can't. I don't trust anyone. I've been looking for someone like you. Someone I can really talk to. Someone I don't have to act around. I've been watching everything. I know a lot that they don't know I know. But I can't tell anyone."

"Can we return to our normal lives?"

"I'm not sure yet. I think there is a chance, but I'm not sure If you can help me, then maybe we can figure it out."

"I'll do anything. You don't know what I've had to do. Wearing dresses and putting on makeup is one thing, but what I had to do so I could take swimming at gym class may be normal for a real girl, but for me. You don't know how I used to be."

"I understand."

"No, you don't. Have you ever been a woman?"

"No, I haven't." That might be a rhetorical question in another situation, but it wasn't now.

"What can we do?"

"We have to meet in private and I can tell you all I know."

"When? Where?"

"We have to make up an excuse why we are together without the rest of the gang."

"Well, you're a guy, and I'm a girl. I'll tell them it's a date. Teens are supposed to be dating."

"Yeah, that's good. But because it's a date, we'll have to wait for the weekend. How about Saturday?"

"Perfect."

"5 o'clock."

"OK, I'll be waiting."

"Write it down. It has to look like it would be with any other teens. Tell your parents. I'll tell the guys. Act like you are very excited."

"I am excited."

"OK, I'll see you Saturday."

Carolyn took out her calendar and wrote the date down. Then to make it seem more realistic, she added a memo to herself 'Do hair and nails'. She would have to do them too to keep up appearances.

Promptly at 5 o'clock on Saturday, there was a knocking at Carolyn's door.

"Who is it?" she asked. But she knew who it was.

"Wallie," was the answer in a familiar voice.

Carolyn opened the door and then had to step outside when she saw who was there. It was indeed Wally but he was dressed completely differently. He was dressed like a little girl who was on her way to a costume party. Her name was Waylynn, but she liked to be called Wallie.

"Why are you? I mean what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm here as I said. My mommy dropped me off."

"Your mom dropped you off?"

'Yes, she is going out. You are going to take me skating aren't you?" Wallie thought that Carolyn was her babysitter. She was supposed to take her skating. She didn't know about Wally's plans or ideas anymore. They had left her head, along with the rest of her personality.

Carolyn never thought this could happen. She heard Ellie's story about Jenny but she never really believed it.

"Yeah, you are taking me skating. I'm going to be an ice angel. You like my costume?'

"Umm, yeah. It's very pretty."

Carolyn looked at Wally very carefully. This was indeed Wally. He was obviously wearing some sort of a wig and had put padding in his chest and probably shaved his chest, but undeniably this was Wally.

Carolyn took Wally to the skating rink. 'Wallie' was the old Wally in some ways, but mostly she was a little girl Wally zipped around the rink as carefree as a bird. Somehow he joined a group of other girls who had to be about nine or ten They accepted him as one of them.

If Wally wanted anything like a soda, he asked Carolyn for the money. He also occasionally asked Carolyn for permission to do this or that. Such as when he needed to go to the bathroom.

Wally had a lot of fun at the rink. Carolyn spent most of her time thinking about the ramifications of what happened.

When it was time to go, Carolyn called out and took Wally to his home. She knocked on the door, Wally's mother came out to fetch him. Then she gave Carolyn some money (for babysitting as well as incidentals) and closed the door.

On Monday, when Carolyn saw Wally at school, he wasn't acting like a little girl anymore. He was a teenage boy again wearing the typical clothing of a teenager. She smiled down as she passed him.

Carolyn paid attention to what Wally was saying. It was the typical stuff of teenagers of this time. She didn't know whether she should get him alone and ask him about what happened on their date. Carolyn decided not to. This was wise, she would find if she talked to him, that although his personality had returned, his attitude about life swapping had completely changed. He thought it was the best thing ever. He could imagine living his out life anymore. He didn't care about his former wife and children. All he wanted to do was to pass his classes, gather the props for the school play, and occasionally date a pretty girl. Not that he would do much besides a little kissing at the appropriate times.

He had become the perfect 1947 schoolboy and he loved being that way.

Ellie visited Carolyn. She was so tired that she dropped into the easy chair with a loud thud. Carolyn was just hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" Ellie asked.

"It was Wally. He wanted to know if I would like to go out with him."

"You don't sound thrilled."

"I'm not."

"I thought you liked him."

"I did, but he's changed. Haven't you noticed?"

"No, he seems the same to me."

"Really?"

"I think he's changed a lot."

"I have my own problems."

"I can see you're tired. What's wrong?"

"First, my little brother. He's a terror. Well, the little fruit is coming into my room and putting on my clothes. I don't know why he is doing that."

"It's not his fault. I mean after all that has happened to him?"

"What's happened to him?"

"You know, he used to be your sister."

"My sister? I've never had a sister."

"You told before that you had an older sister and now he's your little brother."

"I NEVER SAID THAT! I've always had a little brother."

"I could have sworn."

"It wasn't me. Who could have told you that? Hmm, I can't think of anyone."

"I guess I have it all mixed up."

"You certainly do. I wish I had a sister. Then she would help me with my dad."

"What's wrong with him?"

"Well, my mother had to go to my grandmother's. She's sick. Anyway, with my Mom gone I have to take over her duties. Dad wants me to such his cock at least four or five times a week. I don't mind doing it, but between the school work and cleaning the house and making the meals I'm just exhausted."

"You suck your dad's cock?"

"When Mom's busy. But what can I do? He has needs It's my duty. All girls have to help out with the housework sometimes."

Carolyn couldn't believe what she was hearing. Ellie never said anything like that before. Now she is talking like it is all routine.

"First Wally and now Ellie, they had both changed," Carolyn thought. "Neither seem to know anything is wrong. Wally didn't remember acting like a kid. Now that he was back to his normal self, he was fully on board with all the changes. He says he doesn't know of any plan either."

Carolyn didn't know whether to believe him that he didn't remember or that Wally was just saying that because he knew what could happen to him and he was scared.

"Ellie was servicing her 'father' whenever he wanted. She thought it was her duty. It wasn't supposed to be this way, not in the 40s and certainly not in her time. What happened to Ellie could happen to me. Do I want to do whatever my father tells me (in a biblical sense) whenever he tells me to? No way!"

"I'm going to prevent this. I'm going to be the best teenaged high school girl in the school. This will keep me safe. What to do? What to do?" Carolyn pondered.

"I know what, I'll join the cheerleading squad. What is more all American school girl than that?"

Carolyn tried out for the squad and was immediately accepted. She had never been so flexible, not as a man anyway, and could do moves she would never dream of trying before.

After a practice, Mrs. Jacobi pulled Carolyn aside.

"Yes, Mrs. Jacobi."

"Carolyn my dear, I think you have talent. I think you have a lot of talent. But it's raw. I think you could be among one of the best cheerleaders here. Watch this."

Mrs. Jacobi pulled another cheerleader aside and had her do a leap and kick in front of Carolyn. Carolyn was impressed.

"I think you can do as well as that. I think you have the talent to do better!" Mrs. Jacobi enthused.

Carolyn didn't have any idea. The body was new to her. Maybe Mrs. Jacobi could see something that Carolyn couldn't. Mrs. Jacobi was a professional and presumably knew her stuff.

Continuing Mrs. Jacobi said, "I want to have special practices to join a special squad after school so you can reach your potential. Would you like that?"

"Yeah!"

"Great. But I can't just put you into the program, you will need approval from Mr. Brittany. He's in charge of the entire athletic department here. I want you to go to his office now. He's expecting you. It's just a formality, I'm sure he'll let you in."

Carolyn did as requested. Mr. Brittany was sitting behind his desk when Carolyn got there. Mr. Brittany was an older man. He was older than Carolyn had been before she had been transferred here.

"Carolyn?" Mr. Brittany said, "Mrs. Jacobi says you have some great moves."

"I try to, Sir."

"Let me see some."

"In here?"

"Yeah, don't worry, just let me see your basic stuff."

Carolyn jumps and danced around the office.

"Let me see you from behind," Mr. Brittany moved to the door and locked it.

Carolyn continued.

Mr. Brittany moved in close from behind when Carolyn was done. He put his hands on her shoulders. Carolyn didn't know what to think. She had never been a girl before, especially in 1947. Maybe they were more familiar then.

But when Mr. Brittany pressed in close and Carolyn could feel his erect penis pressing against her skirt, all doubt about what Mr. Brittany wanted was gone. Mrs. Jacobi must be in on it too.

Carolyn turned around. I'm not that type of girl!"

"I thought you wanted to be a cheerleader?"

"I don't want this. You're a perv!"

"Carolyn you are young. You are going to find if you want something, you have to give something."

"I don't want it that badly."

"If you leave this office not only won't you be on the special squad, you won't be a cheerleader at all."

Carolyn ran to the door. "I'm getting out of here!" But the door was locked. Mr. Brittany followed close behind.

"Let me out or I'll tell everyone who and what you are!"

"I was just trying to give you an opportunity. If you don't want it."

Carolyn kneed Mr. Brittany in the groin. When he was distracted, Carolyn unlocked the door and ran down the hall.

As Carolyn ran down the ball she ran past Betty.

"Where are you going to fast?" Betty asked.

Carolyn turned to reply to Betty. "I just have to get out of here!" Mr. Brittany had recovered and entered the hall. Carolyn could see him. For a quick moment, Carolyn thought, 'Hey Mr. Brittany isn't too bad looking."

Carolyn turned back and ran after out of the school.

The next thing that Carolyn knew was that she was high up in the air. Her arms were spread out wide. In front of her, Mrs. Jacobi was standing. She was looking in her direction, but not directly at her. Looking a little farther, Carolyn realized she was in a field. She could feel a slight tremor coming from underneath her. She was in bare feet. When Carolyn looked down she saw that she was standing on the back of a girl who was on her knees. Under that, she saw she was part of a pyramid.

"OK, Carolyn, now slowly put your hands straight up over your head and say "Lincoln High Lions Are The Best!" Mrs. Jacobi told her.

Carolyn lost her balance both physically and mentally. She didn't know how she got here. The last thing she remembered was running out of Mr. Brittany's office and down the hall. She fell forward and brought down the entire pyramid. Instinctively, she turned the fall into a dive roll which avoided injury. Her back absorbed the impact properly instead of her head and neck. She didn't know where she learned such a move but was glad she knew it. She really could have injured her neck and back if she didn't know.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Apparently, no one was hurt and this type of spill had happened before.

"OK, ladies should we try again?" Mrs. Jacobi instructed.

But before they could attempt it, time was up and everyone left the field and headed towards the showers. Carolyn realized that her period was starting. But she wasn't expecting it for another two weeks. Could she have lost two weeks?

"Are you sure you are alright?"

"Yes, I think I'm fine."

"Maybe you should see Mr. Brittany?'

"NO, NO, NO," Carolyn yelled a bit too loudly. Then in a quieter tone she said, "I'm fine. Don't worry."

Emily was Jerry now. She was in her own son's body and his life, but that wasn't what was driving her nuts. Ever since she became Jerry, she became attracted to girls. This feeling grew all the time until seeing a girl gave him a hard-on. He needed some relief.

"Bill, I need it in the worst way," Jerry complained.

"I get you, man."

"I wanted to ask Carolyn, but ever since she joined the cheerleading team, she is never around."

Carolyn was pretty much his only option. Besides here there were only two other girls in his group. Ellie was Bill's girlfriend and Betty who everyone protected because she was only six before her life swap.

"There's got to be someone else."

"I've asked, but girls don't do that in this day and age."

"How about Jenny? She'll sleep with anyone for a price."

"I might have to do that. I don't have any choice."

Emily assumed that since she was Jerry now, that Jerry must be in her former life.

The real Jerry seemed to be doing better in her body than Emily was doing in his. Emily thought it would freak Jerry out to be in his own mother's life. But somehow Jerry was coping. He was doing the housework and living the life of an adult woman.

Certainly, Emily and Jerry didn't talk about what was going on. How do you talk to your son about sex with your husband? It was too strange a subject to talk about. They simply maintained a mother/son relationship as normal as possible.

Emily was Jerry now. She was in her own son's body and his life, but that wasn't what was driving her nuts. Ever since she became Jerry, she became attracted to girls. This feeling grew all the time until seeing a girl gave him a hard-on. He needed some relief.

"Bill, I need it in the worst way," Jerry complained.

"I get you, man."

"I wanted to ask Carolyn, but ever since she joined the cheerleading team, she is never around."

Carolyn was pretty much his only option. Besides here there were only two other girls in his group. Ellie was Bill's girlfriend and Betty who everyone protected because she was only six before her life swap.

"There's got to be someone else."

"I've asked, but girls don't do that in this day and age."

"How about Jenny? She'll sleep with anyone for a price."

"I might have to do that. I don't have any choice."

Emily assumed that since she was Jerry now, that Jerry must be in her former life.

The real Jerry seemed to be doing better in her body than Emily was doing in his. Emily thought it would freak Jerry out to be in his own mother's life. But somehow Jerry was coping. He was doing the housework and living the life of an adult woman.

Certainly, Emily and Jerry didn't talk about what was going on. How do you talk to your son about sex with your husband? It was too strange a subject to talk about. They simply maintained a mother/son relationship as normal as possible.

This was the first time that Jenny since she became Jenny had turned down any man. Any other man who asked her to do anything she would do. The question wasn't whether she would do it, the question was what price would it cost the John. She couldn't help herself.

Jenny did have a lot of money. She didn't spend what she got whoring herself out on drugs as most prostitutes do. She spent it on expensive clothes and makeup. She was the best-dressed whore on the street. She was in fact one of the best-dressed people in this town. Which other whore wore a real mink fur while out looking for tricks. She felt great in it and it did keep her warm when there was snow on the ground.

Regardless, she couldn't help herself. She needed the prettiest things, the most trendy fashions, that was the most important thing to her. If she had to sleep with men to get them, (and that was what she must do) then she would do it. She didn't like what she did, but she did it anyway.

Being Jenny the whore wasn't her first life swap. She might as well do what made her happy. It didn't matter that originally she wasn't a woman. She wasn't even sure what her original life was anymore. 'Jenny' is who she is now. Having sex with men made her feel degraded, but buying and wearing all those expensive and fashionable apparel made her feel on top of the world

Being with the new Jerry, the body she had once owned, and turning him down she thought might be a turning point. She still had plenty of money and oodles of expensive fashions. If she could turn down Jerry, she could turn down maybe some of the more extreme requests from her customers. Maybe she could even cut back on the customers she serviced each day.

If she could just limit her working time to just evenings and nights, maybe she could even return to school? There might be some hope. It might have all started with saying "No" to one man, er boy. Then she could do it again.

Jenny looked up and saw a man she knew all too well. He liked to do things that she didn't even know they had names for. He had his hand up and was beckoning her over. Jenny put a smile on her face and headed towards the man.

"Want to party?" she asked him.

"I want something special tonight." The man whispered his bizarre request.

"Yeah, I think I can do that," Jenny said although she had never done anything like that before. "It'll cost..."

Jerry took a gulp on his soda pop as if he was downing a shot of bourbon when Jenny turned to leave. He stared at Jenny's swaying backside as she sashayed out. Jerry didn't have the revulsion about Jenny as she did for him. It didn't matter who was in Jenny's body, all that mattered to Jerry was that she was hot.

"Aren't you going to go after her?" Bill asked.

"No, why bother. She has her life and I have mine. It doesn't matter that she was who I am. The way it is, it's hard to, I mean, I'm Jerry now and that is all that matters."

"How long have you been Jerry?"

"A couple of weeks, I guess."

"You weren't going to tell me?"

"No, why should I. I'm Jerry now. I have to be Jerry, those are the rules."

"You used to be Jerry's mother?"

"Yeah."

"And now you are Jerry?"

"Yeah."

"Isn't that weird?"

"This whole thing is weird."

"I know, but you used to be, I mean the guy who you used to be your husband is now your dad. It's..."

"It would have been worse the other way."

"Golly, I hadn't thought of that. I don't know what I would do if I became my Mom and I had to sleep with my Dad."

"You'll do what you have to do. Believe me."

"I don't know." Bill thought of the times he saw his mother in his father's arms and kissing. He hadn't seen them get more amorous than that, but he knew they did. "I mean it's Ewww."

"You wouldn't be the same person. You do what you have to. We all do. I don't think we should talk about this anymore."

"I suppose your right."

"Want to shoot some hoops?"

"Fine."

They walked to the school gym to play. Bill had been Bill long enough that is who he really thought he was. He had accepted his new life. It was his job to help the other people who had gone through the same experience to get over the shock and adjust. But Jerry was different. They had grown close and now Jerry was inhabited by someone he knew, not a stranger. Then it occurred to him, Ellie had been acting differently lately. Maybe she had changed without telling him.

Caroline rushed home. After going to her room, she confirmed that it was two weeks later than she remembered. She wanted to get back to normal. It was odd that wearing a tshirt with shorts didn't feel like normal to her anymore. She wanted to be back in a skirt and top or a dress.

Caroline put on a cherry-pink blouse with a matching skirt and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't like her new curls and brushed them out of her hair. She felt like herself. That wasn't true, she felt like Carolyn again. She didn't know what happened exactly in the last two weeks, but she didn't think all she did was learn to cheerlead.

Assuming she was stuck in this time, she wanted to return to her old life as Carolyn. She wanted to be aware of everything that was happening to her. Ellie and the rest of the gang were right, it was best to be just a pretty girl in 1947. There were worse things.

The question was, 'could she quit the cheerleading squad or did she have to continue?' She determined that she probably couldn't quit. She would have to bear that perv Mr. Brittany. It would be hard, but at least she would be able to keep her own mind.

Carolyn tried to relax, as she did, memories of the last two weeks started to come back to her.

Carolyn returned to the cafeteria. The entire gang was there. It was like the first day again.

"Hey, stranger," Bill kidded, "the cheerleaders throw you off of their table?"

"I thought I would just go slumming with you guys again."

"Oh, we are second best?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"You just did."

"How ya guys been?"

"Same ol, same ol." was the response. But Carolyn could see that things were different. Ben and Samuel still didn't say much, but they seemed to be sitting closer than they had before. They also seemed to be holding hands under the table. It wasn't obvious, but Carolyn thought she saw it.

Ellie had broken up with Bill. Ellie didn't have time for him anymore. She had to take care of the house and her father. That didn't leave her much time for Bill.

Jerry had changed too. He was the same obnoxious jerk he had always been, but his mannerisms had changed slightly. He liked to gesture with his hands and when he wasn't his hands seemed to hang limply from his wrists. Carolyn wasn't sure if he had done that before.

Wally was making goo-goo eyes at Betty, but he seemed too bashful to talk to her.

Carolyn didn't think she should be surprised that the gang had changed. She had changed too.

Carolyn wrote a note to put into Mrs. Jacobi's mailbox. It said. "Dear Mrs. Jacobi, I decided to join the school's theater group. I will be the prop-master for all the school plays. I am sorry, but I must resign from the cheerleading squad. I thank you for all your help and encouragement. Sincerely Carolyn Aimes."

A short while later, one of the cheerleaders found Carolyn and told her that Mr. Brittany wanted to see her.

Carolyn was apprehensive about the encounter but knew she must go. She wouldn't allow Mr. Brittany to trap her in his office. She would stay by the door and not allow him to get behind her.

Carolyn entered Mr. Brittany's office. He was sitting behind his desk.

"I heard you are quitting cheer."

"Yes, Mr. Brittany."

"I just wanted you to know I am deeply sorry about what happened. I want you to know that it wasn't me. There isn't any reason to say out loud what I am talking about, we both know. I think you will understand when I say I was away when it happened. I would never do such a thing and I am deeply regretful for what happened."

Carolyn had never thought that Mr. Brittany wasn't himself when the incidents happened. That he was as much a victim in this entire thing as she was. But she could intuit that Mr. Brittany was telling the truth. She could tell by his voice and his demeanor that this wasn't the same person who threatened and attacked her. She was put at ease. To prove it, she took a seat in one of the chairs so they could talk about their experience.

"I believe you."

"Thank god. I didn't want you to think I'm really like that."

"I'm glad you told me."

"You don't have to leave the cheer squad if you don't want to. You won't have anything from me except my full support."

"I think it's better if I change after-school activities. I think it'll be better in the theater club."

"I understand completely.."

Carolyn left the office feeling better on many levels.

She was determined to make the best of her new life. It wasn't a bad life she had. She also had the advantage when she grew up to know the future. She could make use of that.

Carolyn went about her daily life and her classes. She usually had one or more of her friends in each class. Samuel and Ben were in her drama class for example. They seemed to spend a lot of time together. Carolyn was sure they formed a gay relationship. But were they really gay, they both had male bodies now, but they were originally women before their lives had been swapped here. It was mind-blowing, but so was this entire thing.

Carolyn shared her typing class with Betty. It was an easy class for Carolyn, she had been typing on her PC for years before the swap. This was one of the classes, where Carolyn expected an 'A'.

Carolyn sat in the front of the class watching the lesson. Soon she was doing the work. The teacher walked around the class, checking on the student's progress. When he got to Carolyn, he put his left hand on her shoulder and then moved in close to look over her right shoulder to see her progress.

The teacher whispered into Carolyn's ear in such a way that only Carolyn could hear him. "You think that quitting the cheer squad would get rid of me? Don't be so sure. I like you and I'm not going to let you go."

Carolyn was horrified. She still wasn't sure exactly what happened when she was blacked out, but it appeared that it was going to happen again. She couldn't run. She couldn't hide. This 'guy' would find her and he could be anyone.

Then in a louder voice, the typing teacher said, "That is good, but still I think you need some extra instructions. I want you to come to my office after school."

Carolyn didn't say anything.

"Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

Carolyn ran home after school. She didn't keep her appointment with her typing teacher. She ran upstairs, into her room, and threw herself onto her bed. She was crying.

Carolyn didn't know what to do. His life had turned into a nightmare. It wasn't that she was in a strange body and a strange time, but she was going to be physically abused over and over. She couldn't make it stop. It didn't matter if she complained to anyone. Even if she convinced the proper authorities what her typing teacher said or did, it wouldn't make any difference at all. he could be anyone and it would just start again She felt trapped. She was trapped. It was hopeless.

"Carolyn, your friend Betty is here," her mother called.

"I don't want to s-s-see anybody,' Carolyn sobbed.

"She says she can help you."

"No one can help me!"

Betty entered Carolyn's room. Carolyn's mother stayed in the living room.

"Go away!"

"I have something to tell you."

"There is nothing you can tell me that..."

Betty cut her off. "It isn't real!"

"It isn't real?"

"Yes, none of it is real. This is all a simulation."

"I-I-I don't understand."

"Nothing since you got here really happened. You are in a simulation. It's all virtual reality. You aren't really even Carolyn."

"I know I'm not Carolyn. I was transported here."

"Who are you really then?"

"I'm, I'm...," but Carolyn couldn't remember.

"See."

"But then who am I?"

"It doesn't matter. How do you know all this?"

"Because I'm in control over everything. It's my simulation. I wanted to be part of the simulation to see it from the inside. That is why I made it so that everyone includes me and protects me at the same time. It's why I'm the lead in the school play that everyone is involved in."

"You did this to me?"

"Not only you but Bill, Ellie, Jerry a bunch of others."

"Who is real and who isn't?"

"It doesn't matter. In a few minutes, you won't remember any of this. You'll be transported as you say to a new reality. You won't be Carolyn anymore, but you will think that you had been Carolyn, a pretty happy girl from 1947. But you will be swapped into another body, another life and you will have to deal with it. I'll be another person in the scenario and we'll start yet again.

"How many times has this happened?"

"Lot's of times. You have been many people: boys, girls, men, women. I mix them up. You wait right here, I'm going to set it up for our next adventure."

Betty disappeared into thin air.

Carolyn had some time to think. "Was what Betty had told her true? It was as good an explanation as any other. It made more sense that this was a simulation than she was life swapped with a girl from a different time."

Carolyn wasn't in her bedroom anymore. She looked around. She was in some sort of office. She didn't recognize it. She felt different. She felt smaller than she should. She looked down and saw her small hands. They weren't painted or manicured as she knew they should be. Looking at her body, she saw that her breasts were gone. She wasn't wearing a skirt, she was wearing pants. She never wore pants. Some of the girls at school started to wear pants, but she wasn't like them.

Carolyn saw a purse on a table in front of her. It wasn't hers but she went to it. She needed to see what she looked like and she thought there might be a mirror in the purse. She always carried one in hers.

Carolyn opened the pursed and fished through it.

"Young man! What are you doing?" Carolyn heard a woman say.

Carolyn was about to find out that she was no longer a sixteen-year-old girl, but an eleven-year-old boy. He was in big trouble for taking things that didn't belong to him. It was the beginning of a new adventure, not that he remembered the last one.

End.