This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.
The following story takes place in the near future and uses a physic power loosely described as teleportation. As we are aware of other physic powers such as clairvoyance and precognition. So exists telekinesis, and teleportation is a further advancement on that power. Instead of the mind moving just an object imagine the mind moving the whole body intact, as happens here in this story. Anyway that’s my explanation.
John’s Gift by: Prudence Walker
Chapter one
It is the year 2030 and I am dead - yet I live. "How?" you ask. Well, this is my story. My name is John Saunders, or at least it was, now I have another name, but more of that later. I was a 6-foot, black haired guy of average build. I was born from normal, but talented parents with high IQs and somehow, (a freak of genetics, maybe?) I was gifted with a survival trait so unusual; I still find it hard to believe. Even after the first evidence of it I dismissed it as just luck. The second time, well, twice couldn’t be luck, but surely a truly astounding gift.
The first time occurred when I was 7 years old and I fell out of the tree in the back yard. As I slipped and fell I remember screaming, then whilst still supposedly in the air, I suddenly found myself standing on the ground, with no injuries or bruises and not really comprehending just what had happened.
The second time, I was 18, and while walking along the sidewalk, an out of control car careered on to the exact spot where I was standing. It was so sudden, that I never had chance to move, but in the instant before it could hit me I found myself 6 feet away, with no recollection of how I had moved. The car ended up hitting a tree and, as the driver staggered out, he called to ask if I was unhurt, and just how did I avoid him? He said he never saw me move, just realized I wasn’t in front of the car any more.
Not wanting any attention, I just mumbled a response, and left the scene quickly, not willing to try to even think about, let alone explain the unexplainable. Considering it later, I came to the conclusion that the only thing that could logically have happened, was for me to have teleported, (see authors note above) absurd as that may seem. Anyway, absurd or not, years later, that gift saved me once more, but this time, with different results.
I was employed by a nuclear research facility, in the Nevada desert, assisting in the research to get the first working power plant, using plasma energy, when there was a failure in the containment fields surrounding the magnetic bottle holding the plasma energy core. As it went critical and exploded, I felt the gift try to shift me, it did, but only my mind, as the instantaneous disintegration of my body, prevented it from following.
As the plasma energy core matter expanded, it destroyed the building and everything and everyone in it, including the other scientists. So there I was, hovering a few feet off the ground nearly a mile away from a mini nuclear explosion, with a 200 foot radius of destruction. I seemed to be in an energy state, but still had my sense of body image, - just sound, smell and touch were missing.
Confused, I thought to myself, "Am I dead? Am I a ghost?"
Having reached no conclusions, reaction to what had happened to me started to set in. Here I was in an energy form, I could see, but that was it. Maybe light was a type of energy that I could convert into vision, but not sound. The absolute silence was far scarier that it sounds, (no pun intended) not even a heartbeat, or other bodily sound that we tend to ignore until you realize you don’t hear it anymore.
How to describe how I felt, well imagine lying in bed with your eyes closed, then running imaginary hands all over your body, you can feel the memory of your body, even though you don’t physically touch it, and what’s more, I could imagine feeling clothing, any sort I wished. As there was no feed back that you normally feel from clothing on your skin. So whatever I imagined wearing felt as real, as if I was really wearing it. To test this theory I decided to imagine wearing something that I had never worn in my life, just to see if I sustain the illusion. For some reason Cathy, my sister, sprang to mind, wearing her gauzy, aquamarine chiffon prom dress with the puffy sleeves. As I concentrated on it, thinking of what it might feel like, suddenly, I could feel something brushing gently against my legs, flowing and sensuous, and I could feel the bodice clinging to my chest. I imagined walking in it, as she did when she wore it to the prom; I could feel the brush of nylons against each other, as I walked in high heels. NYLONS and HEELS !? What am I saying, sheesh! That was really freaky, I must have got deeper into that than I intended. I gave myself a mental slap, and imagined wearing my regular clothes again, although the memory of that brush with feminine apparel lingered in the back of my mind for some minutes.
Pulling myself together, (that’s a joke) I decided to see if I could move my self anywhere. As I thought of home, and my parents’ reactions to my ‘death,’ I found myself there in the kitchen, with mom cooking breakfast. And as I stood there watching, I could sense the thoughts of many people, not just those in my house, but outside as well. The only thing was, nothing was particularly clear, - just a mish mash of thoughts and emotions all jumbled up together.
I tried to talk to mom, but lacking any vocal equipment, it was a bust. I tried to touch her, but found my hand sinking into her body with no resistance, but then, as though the contact, had completed a circuit, mom’s mental voice, grew clearer. I wondered, perhaps if I made a closer, more intimate contact, maybe, I could communicate with her; so that I could tell her what had happened to me. I paused; contemplating what I was about to do, this was my mom’s body I was intending to join with, and Female too. I mean, here I was, just a normal guy intending to join with a female body. It was a tough decision, I had not given it a thought at first, but then the curiosity of finding out what a female body felt like, overcame any reluctance I had.
I edged nearer, until our bodies started to meld into each other, it was an eerie feeling. As we merged, I could feel her body as if it was my own; my body image changing, and taking on a solid physical form again - her physical form!
I felt the weight of breasts for the first time, and what it’s like to have a void, instead of my old equipment. I could hear, and smell again as I watched her cooking bacon, and I could hear her thoughts as clear as day, thinking of what she was going to do next.
I tried to talk using only my mental voice, but it didn’t seem to get though. So I tried to move an arm, but it suddenly froze, as if the two signals were canceling each other out. I felt the sense of shock, run though her mind as her arm locked in a spasm, so I backed off, trying not to control any of her body, while I thought of what next to try.
Relaxing my control, seemed to make mom’s body start to feel normal as our thoughts patterns started to mesh, and I found myself thinking of what to make for dinner that day, without sensing, that that was an odd thought to be thinking. As we merged deeper, I found it hard to tell where I left off, and mom began. Her thoughts seemed to be overriding my own, and, as I sank deeper I felt my sense of "self," fading.
Instinct, or the sense of survival made the gift operate again, and I found myself outside her body, and inside my sister’s bedroom. I felt strange as though my body image had altered after being in my mom’s body, as if it had been overwritten to some extent, by her own body image. As I concentrated, it started to fade, and the sensations of my familiar form took its place. Cathy was still asleep, and as I looked upon her relaxed body her long blonde hair strewn across the pillow, it suddenly struck me, that I might never be able to talk to her or hug her, ever again, unless I could find a new body to do it with.
Wondering whether I could use her body and control it, while she slept, I decided to meld again, only this time it was very different, as I felt myself fill her body, I could sense no thoughts, just warm and fuzzy emotions, as she dreamt. Cautiously, I tried moving her body using my thoughts, I sat up in bed, feeling the brush of satin against my nipples, and the weight of breasts again, also the weight of long hair, caressing my neck and shoulders with its silky softness. Getting out of bed I stood up feeling the satin nightie brushing my now slender body. My nipples tingled, and I felt them pucker into hard points, against the nightie.
WOW! That was truly awesome, and it sent shivers running though my/her whole body, even feeling my nipples harden was something I’d never thought I’d ever feel. Just as I was thinking about exploring further, I suddenly thought OH NO. I’m not getting into this, this is my sisters body, treat it with respect. With that thought, I walked to the vanity mirror to see if there was any sign of my self there. All I saw was my sister, hair mussed a little from sleeping, It was a strange sensation seeing a girl instead myself in the mirror. I had noticed when I walked, that even my actions seemed natural and feminine, which worried me at the time. Coming back from my exploration of my sister’s body, I grabbed a lipstick, and hurriedly scrawled a message on the mirror, in case she woke, and I’d be unable to talk to mom.
Moving towards the door grabbing a very pretty pink robe, I slipped it on as I walked into the kitchen. As I entered, mom smiled and said,
"Your up early aren’t you," not knowing just what to say, or even if I would be able to use Cathy’s vocal equipment, I just said
"Yes mom," Cathy’s sweet voice seeming odd in my ears. Sitting down on the kitchen stool, I was completely unaware of my sweeping my robe under me in a feminine manner. I watched mom cooking breakfast, the smells of bacon and eggs making my mouth water. I decided to try and explain what had happened to me at the plant.
"Mom" I said, "there’s been an accident at John’s work."
"OH!" She said looking puzzled; I rushed on, trying to get it out before I lost it altogether.
"Yes" I replied, "John was killed in an explosion." Mom’s eyes widened in shock,
"NO"! She screamed. At that, I felt Cathy awaken and her body spasmed as she tried take in just where she was, and why she woke to find herself in the kitchen. I relinquished all control to her body, but stayed in the back of her mind trying to maintain my sense of self, as turbulent emotions rushed though her body. I could feel her surprise and puzzlement as she tried to come to terms with her situation. Using her ears, I could hear mom yell at Cathy about what did she mean that John was dead, and how did she know it? Of course, Cathy denied knowing anything of the sort, and was asking her own questions of how long had she been in the kitchen? And how did she get there? Mom repeated what I had said, saying to Cathy.
"Why are you scaring me this way?" Confused and bewildered, Cathy decided to run back to her bedroom not understanding the how, what, and the why questions bubbling up in her mind. As she closed the door and turned to the mirror to see if she really was awake, she saw the message I’d written in bright lipstick.
She screamed so loudly that I was literally scared out of her body. Several things happened then, mom entered the room to find Cathy sobbing, and I was shocked, to find my body image had again changed from my usual 6-foot male self to that of my sister’s form. The sensations of which felt the same as when I had occupied her body. I could still feel her breasts, and running my now feminized fingers with their long nails over my energy body, still felt female, as if having no counteracting male feelings to reject it, caused it to remain as a sort of default form. For how long it would stay this way, I had no idea. Needless to say, this was most disconcerting, especially as at that moment the sensations of the nightie I had worn popped back into my thoughts.
So there I was, getting sensory feedback from a female form, and also from a piece of feminine apparel, that felt radically different in the fact that it was on a much more sensitive form. My thoughts crashed to a stop, as mom fainted after looking at what was written on the mirror.
MOM I DIED TODAY IN A PLASMA EXPLOSION AT THE PLANT BUT MY MIND IS STILL ALIVE DON’T GRIEVE YET YOU’LL HEAR MORE FROM ME SOMEHOW LOVE JOHN
Almost without thinking, I went to my mom’s body and merged, thinking I could take advantage of the situation, while she was unconscious. Finding I could again control a living body, I sat up.
"Cathy listen to me," I said, "it’s your brother John in moms body." She looked at me in shock; thinking was I crazy too? Quickly telling her my story before mom came to again, I explained how I came to control her body, and why she found herself in the kitchen, she sat there watching me with a strange look on her face.
"John, it is you, isn’t it?"
"Yes" I replied, giving her a hug which again, brought forth strange sensations as our chests pressed against each other, pulling back I said,
"This is so strange sitting here in mom’s body." She laughed and asked how it compared with my original male one.
"It’s so different" I replied and explained about the weird changes in my body image after having been in her body and the way I could still feel her nightie on me. Then she got this strange look and said,
"After you leave moms body, will you have her form?" I said.
" I suppose so, it seems as if I take on the form last used." She giggled and asked me whether I wanted to have mom’s form or her’s, until we could do something about this whole thing. I thought about it for a full 2 seconds, before answering, that I liked hers better.
"Ok" she said, "I’m going to change--ok, then when you take my form, you’ll get the full benefit of feeling what a girl feels when fully dressed, ok?"
I started to get a bad feeling about this, but what else could I do; I didn’t really want to feel like my mom all the time. Besides she was older than Cathy, and the thought went though my mind that Cathy’s body did feel kinda nice if somewhat disturbing. Suddenly, feeling mom stirring, I managed to extract my self from her body, checking to see if it was true that I now had her form, yes it was. I now felt bigger and slightly over weight, as I went to where Cathy was dressing. OH oh, here we go, I thought as I watched her putting on the most sexy underwear she had, then pulling on a silky slip, and then reaching in her closet for- (you guessed it the prom dress) oh boy! I thought, I should never have told her about that, while I was thinking what it was going to be like wearing that in my discorporeal state, she was pulling on stockings and heels, and had started making up her face.
Oh god no, not makeup too, this was getting out of hand fast. I watched as she finished, stood up and posed, at which I took to be the invitation to merge with her. Doing so, I found that not only did every thing feel so nice, but also I could feel the makeup, and realized she must have sprayed some perfume, as it filled my nose with its delicate aroma.
The combination of feeling a bra confining my breasts, and the satin softness of her other under garments, sent confusing signals to me. While at one time it felt odd to be wearing them, having never felt these sensations before, (even mom’s bra, didn’t feel quite like this, and besides I was distracted by the weirdness of that first contact with a female form). But on the other hand picking up Cathy’s feelings which to her, the clothes felt normal. After a few minutes the oddness seemed to fade, as the signals from Cathy got stronger, and so it started to feel more and more normal to me to be wearing what I was. Cathy by this time was rubbing her hands over her body, so that the flood of sensations was nearly overloading my mind.
I think her idea was for me to retain all these feelings after I leave her body. Oh well, I suppose I can put up with it for a little while, at least it wasn’t unpleasant, quite the reverse in fact. Feeling her do a twirl with the gown on was giving me an experience unlike any other I had ever had in my entire life. Abruptly, my thoughts came to a stop, as mom decided to stir, and Cathy ran to her side and helped her to her feet. I stayed with Cathy as she started to explain about what had happened, not wanting to be cast out into the silent void that contained my disembodied existence. Listening to Cathy explain, I tried to get into a state that stopped me being overcome by Cathy’s very strong sense of self image, but I found it near on impossible. As I panicked, thinking I was going to lose myself again, the gift jerked me free, sending me into my isolated existence once more.
Although now, I still felt that I was dressed exactly as Cathy was, the memory still as sharp, as it had been a moment ago. Running my mental hands over my body, I could feel everything, the gown, the hose, even my feet felt as if encased in the heels she wore. Trying not to dwell too much on it, thinking it was still my sisters body, and it seemed improper and wrong to be doing this, even though she couldn’t see me, I still felt uncomfortable as if I was violating her in some way.
Watching Cathy and mom talk, even though I couldn’t hear anything, I could see by the expressions on her face that at first she didn’t want to believe Cathy, but as Cathy went on, I saw in her eyes that she was changing her mind. At last, mom hugged Cathy and started to weep, at which Cathy did too. After about 15 minutes they got up and then mom left, and Cathy got some writing paper out of her drawer and started to write a message. I went over and read it as she finished and left to change again.
"John" I read, "I told mom all about what you told me, but she want’s to hear it from you, so I’ve decided to go to bed early tonight so you can use my body to talk to her. I trust you not to take advantage of it, just so long as you don’t keep it up all night." I sighed as I read this, thinking; at least I can experience life again, even if only in short bursts.
Waiting till evening was very hard, and I almost gave in to the temptations of feeling up my body. The constant brush of hair against my neck kept me wanting to pull it away from my face, even knowing it couldn’t be done, as it really wasn’t there, just a memory.
At last, Cathy was now asleep, but looking at her, I realized she’d done it to me again, instead of wearing a nightie, she had gone to sleep fully dressed, including stockings and shoes. How she’d managed to get to sleep is anybody’s guess, but I thought she had either, not wanted me dressing her body, or she was still giving me that feminine experience, to take back with me when I leave her body. This time I saw she had worn a tight black skirt that was way too short, and a white silk blouse.
Merging with her body again told me she was still wearing the sexy underwear from this morning. Getting up, I started to get nervous thinking of the confrontation with my mom in this body. Walking over to the vanity I sat down, to try a calm myself. Looking into the mirror, I noticed I still had traces of makeup on, no lipstick, but I could see my eyelashes still had mascara on and there was a hint of eye shadow still. Idly toying with the bright red lipstick, I worried just how mom was going to react to me. I wondered what I would look like with that colour on, as this morning she’d used a pink lipstick. What the heck, I thought, in for a penny in for a pound. Putting lipstick on my lips seemed to be the culmination of the day’s events, what else could I top it off with, I thought.
Looking over the vanity I espied some earrings, and knowing Cathy had had her ears pierced, I took them and held them up to my ears. Restraining a very feminine like giggle I thought, just what I need, slipping the sleepers out and replacing them with these long dangling ones took all of a few seconds, almost as if this was coming naturally to me. Moving my head set them swinging, and the drag on my ears felt odd. Repressing a shudder at what I was doing, I stood up, and walked out of the bedroom, going to where I knew mom was waiting for me in the lounge.
As I walked to where my mom was sitting, it never occurred to me that I should have had difficulty in walking in heels. Until I saw mom looking at me, in a puzzled way, as I walked gracefully into the room.
"John! Is that really you?" She asked.
"Yes mom" I replied.
"But you walked just like Cathy, and on heels too" she said. Looking down at my feet, I realized that I’d had no problem walking in heels. Everything started to hit me at once, the walking in heels, the body, even putting on makeup, and the strange feeling that it was more or less normal. I plumped down on the chair next to mom, and burst into tears as a flood of emotions filled my body. I had never been one to show much emotion. But whether it was the body’s hormones, or just reaction to all the day’s events up to this moment, I just let it rip not caring that I was behaving in a typically feminine manner (it just seemed the thing to do). Mom came over and hugged me, which just started me off more, as I suddenly realized I should have hugged more when I was still a man, and not worried about whether it was the manly thing to do or not. After a while the tears slowed, and I became aware that our breasts were touching and of the nice feelings coming from them. I started to giggle, although it did sound a bit hysterical. Mom pulled back, looking into my eyes as if searching for a sign of her son.
"You sound just like Cathy does" she said. At which I started to get my act together. Mom asked me an embarrassing personal question, that only I would know the answer to. Satisfied of my answer, she began to talk. (And if you think I’m going to tell you, then you’ll be disappointed, only that it had to do with an injury to a certain male anatomical body part.)
"John" she said, "I received a phone call from the authorities earlier today about the explosion at the plant, and you have been officially listed as dead." I nodded thinking back, and then suddenly realizing why the gift had not taken my body at the time of the explosion. I explained to mom about my gift and the two incidents when it showed itself to me. Mom listened to me quietly, not interrupting; I explained why the gift hadn’t taken my body this time. My body was already dead at the time of the explosion, from the massive dose of Gamma and Xray radiation that preceded the wave of annihilating heat from explosion by mere microseconds, and therefore the gift had abandoned my body, and saved my mind instead. I could see mom digesting this information in a typical mom fashion, dismissing it as relatively unimportant, and coming out with a more practical and immediate question,
"But what are we going to do now?" she asked, "is there anyway we can get you another body for you, maybe a coma patient?" I thought about it, but realized it wasn’t practical, as I soon explained.
"Mom it wouldn’t work" I replied.
"Oh why not?" She answered.
"Well for one thing, a coma patient isn’t necessarily without a mind, and even if it was I might not be able to move it, then I’d be stuck, besides, I would prefer a young healthy body." For two hours we talked, discussing various options, brain dead people was mentioned then dismissed as impractical, as not only were they rare, but also how would we find one in time to do anything about it. They don’t advertise the news, and are often, quickly taken off life support. Another thing she mentioned, was that dad was coming home tomorrow, from Auckland New Zealand where he was working as an official representative from the states, dealing with energy management systems. I felt pretty nervous, thinking could I talk to dad like I’m talking to mom right now, using Cathy’s body. Would he think I was some sort of pervert, or queer? Turning to mom I wailed.
"I can’t do it mom, you’ll have to explain it all, I can’t face him like this." Mom just smiled and gave me a hug,
"Don’t fret son" she replied, "I’ll warn him, and I’m sure he’d like to talk to you whether you look like our daughter or not." Getting up and walking into the kitchen to get a cup of hot Milo, we decided to sleep on it, and wait for dad’s input. We parted after another hug, and I went back to Cathy’s room. Looking round I could still see the my hastily scribbled message on the mirror, and thought of cleaning it off, but decided dad may need to see it, to convince him his family hadn’t gone off the deep end. Now what, I thought, should I just lie on the bed as I am, or should I undress, hmmm! Undress I think, it’s unfair to Cathy to let her wake up fully clothed.
Picking up a filmy nightie from under her pillow, I slowly undressed, hanging up her skirt and blouse in the closet and putting the underwear on the bedside chair. Pulling on the nightie trying not to think of what I was doing, I lay on the bed and covered myself up. Not wanting to exit the body just yet, I lay there thinking of all the things that might get me a new body. But while I was thinking, the body’s tiredness was catching up, especially with the extra hours talking to mom. And so unintentionally I fell asleep, still in Cathy’s body.
To be continued……….
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