A TRIBUTE TO THE OUTSIDER SITE FOR ALL IT’S WONDERFUL STORIES AND CAPTION IMAGES.

 

The Outsider

by: Paul G Jutras

 

"The file got to be here somewhere." Paul said as he stared hard at the computer desk on his office desk. As his fingers continued to fly over the keyboard, the same message would repeat itself over and over again on the monitor screen.

FILE NOT FOUND.

"All can the specks for the video game just vanish." Paul said as he turned to the intercom. "Paula, get in here." He said as he adjusted the tie of his three piece suit. With the clopping sounds from the two inch heel boots, the secretary with short blonde hair and ruby lips stepped in. Paul admired the smooth bare legs as she walked up to him in a tank top, blue blazer and mini skirt that left nothing to the imagination.

"Can I help you?" Paula asked.

"I can’t seem to find the file I was working on," Paul said with a harsh look. "You didn’t put a virus or something into my system while I was at lunch, did you? I know how mad you were when you got passed up for my job and then had to take a secretary job when the lay off hit."

"Of course now." Paula said. "It’s almost five. Why don’t we leave it until the morning. I’m sure you can find it then."

"Maybe I am a bit over worked." Paul sighed as he shut off the computer and packed his things in a brief case. Soon to join her in the elevator. "Want to go out for a drink?" Paul asked as those in the elevator made jokes of Paul and Paula’s name being so much the same.

"Sorry, sir." Paula said coldly. "I got a date with my boyfriend tonight."

When Paul got to his apartment, he found a mystery girl half dressed and playing with herself. "I wonder if Mark had sent her over." Paul wondered as he stared at the woman in black thigh hi’s, bra and panties. Not seeing his roommate, Mark around, he sat down beside her and began to kiss the young women sweetly.

Paul couldn’t of know that the young, sex craved woman had been his roommate a few hours before. Thanks to a pair of magic medallions, Paula and used her lunch break at Mark’s bar to swap the bodies of Mark and a female sitting at the bar. The medallion had also increased the female body sex drive. Making Mark in short, an outsider to everyone he had ever known.

The next day at work, Paul let the new Mark; now Diane, sleep in. When he got to work, Paula was at her desk outside Paul’s office. She had one medallion around her neck and a package on her desk. "From your boyfriend?" Paul asked.

"No silly, for you." Paula smiled as she pushed it toward him. "Paul opened it up as he walked into the office with Paula right behind him. He opened the package and found a double medallion inside.

"Thanks." Paul said as she helped him put it on. "Ready to help me find that missing file."

"More than you know." Paula smiled with a wicked look on her face. The first thing Paul notice was a rushing sensation of disorientation and disembodiment. What he didn’t know was that his own soul was being ripped out of his body and entering another.

As his vision cleared, he felt a cool breeze around his legs and a curious weight on his chest. Finally there was a sweet taste on his lips that he only tasted when he kissed a girl. "People have always joked about our names being the same," A strange voice got his attention. "With my short hair we even got mistaken for each other when I wasn’t all dolled up. Now you can be me-- the woman."

Paul nervously peeked his head around at his reflection in his office mirror and his fears were correct. He was now Paula, his own secretary. "This can’t be happening."

"Come on Paula, you can’t stand there looking at yourself in the mirror all day, girlie." The new Paul grinned. "You’ve got secretary work to do followed by getting ready for a date with that hunk of a boyfriend. By the way- he proposed last night and you accepted. Since that sex machine expects that body to put out tonight, all I can say is better you than me."

"You won’t get away with this." Paul screamed in a high pitch, unfamiliar voice.

Before he could anything about it, he watched his own strong hand rip the medallion around from his neck now delicate neck and smashed it along with the one around the former Paula. The medallions were smashed under his old oxford loafers.

"Best get to work, sugar." Paula said behind his former desk and bringing up the video game plans with one stroke of the finger as Paul glumly went out to his secretary desk and sat down. He didn’t even notice he had cross his legs and felt quite comfortable about doing it.

"This has to be a nightmare." Paul thought as his now delicate, painted fingers flew across a keyboard while the day flew by. The only time he risked walked away from it in his heels were to use the ladies room. Something that was a whole new experience for Paul.

When he got to his apartment, he found his key didn’t work. The former Mark opened the door and with a reluctant sigh explained that he was Paul’s former best friend in the body of a homeless woman. Was homeless before Mark took the body over. She killed herself when she saw herself in his body.

"What are you doing here?" Paula asked as she walked up in his suit and body, removing the tie as she reached the apartment. "You live down town now and the woman that used to be your roommate is my girlfriend now."

"You can’t keep me this way forever!" Paul screamed out as he fought his former body and found out how weak Paula’s body was. She shoved Paul back and went inside with the door half closed.

"You took the job that should of been mine. My life." Paula glared evilly. "Now I have that life so you best get use to being the outsider to the wealthy penthouse life you were about to get with the coming promotion I saw while snooping the mail room. Don’t worry, unless Craig decides he doesn’t want a working wife and you keep that sexy figure you’ll always have a job by my side... Paula." The real Paula locked the door and Paul sighed with defeat as he turned and headed off into his new life.

A few months later, Paul fond himself with morning sickness when he notice a strange article in the paper about two women trying to get into the men’s club. They claimed they were their husband and needed to touch their wives in their bodies by midnight or the spell would cause them to be stuck was their wives forever. Even poising as strippers they couldn’t get in and the riot they caused wound them in jail until the guys posted bail at 8am the next morning.

"Wonder if there another medallion out there?" Paul wondered as he felt the baby kick. "If those stories on the internet is true, I know I won’t be switching back now that I’m having a baby."

 

THE END

 

 

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