Chapter One - More Power Invention week on Tool Time was just a few weeks away and Tim had built one of his wacky high-powered inventions from a used C.A.T. Scan machine and other miscellaneous used equipment he picked at a sale. Tim was hoping to develop a super C.A.T. Scan which could totally analyze the human body even on an atomic level and pinpoint any problems to be corrected. The fact that he was totally unqualified to develop such a product did not phase him at all. They didn't call him the Toolman for nothing! It was time for the latest show to begin taping and he lovingly and reluctantly put the machine back into the storeroom behind the set. The show went off without a hitch ... except for the plate glass window Tim walked through and the power stapler he had souped up which had nailed a objecting Al to the wall. The complaints grew louder when Tim called Al a sissy. As usual, though, the audience loved it all and the show was the customary hit with everyone except the insurance company. Tim would be very shocked if he discovered that the climbing ratings that made him grunt with manly pressure were the direct result of the morbid curiosity of people wondering what ghastly accidents would befall Tim next! As the stagehands took down the non-permanent parts of the set and cleaned up for the next day, Tim went into the storeroom to make an adjustment he had thought of while a muttering Al plucked the staples and glass from his clothes. A bit later, Tim was almost finished when he dropped a wrench and it accidentally shorted out the machine. A bolt of energy flared out, barely missing the startled Toolman and passing through the wall. Tim's heart started beating again after the very close call. No telling what that energy burst could have done to him but it would probably be bad! This was one time his clumsiness didn't wind up hurting him or anyone else. For the 1313 time Tim resolved to be more careful. But hey, was that ever a really great bolt of energy! He grunted with manly pride and his mighty muscles swelled. He locked the door and went home to tell his wife all about his brilliance and to lift a few cool ones. Heidi and Al were running through a little prank they planned to play on Tim on the next show, switching a slippery release coating for instant glue. Al's bearded face was grinning - he was going to get back at Tim or die trying, and the beautiful youthful Heidi was giggling. They finished and were about to leave when a strange energy pulse came out of the wall and hit them both in the head. As they staggered outside to their cars the ringing in their ears increased until they thought it would drive them right out of their heads. As though they rehearsed it, both placed their hands to their ears to block out the sound, but it did no good. They both were glad they lived close by the studio. It was strange, Heidi thought, it was almost as if she was being driven out of her head. She stumbled into the house and her husband Scott greeted his gorgeous young wife with a kiss and she collapsed in his arms, desperately putting her lovely petite hands over her ears. Her last words before she fainted were "What is that awful noise!" Al was not so fortunate -- he drove his car right through the garage door as he tried to park his car. The neighbors found him unconscious with blood streaming from his head into his beard. Very concerned, they immediately called for an ambulance. Chapter Two - Al has a wonderful dream he never wants to wake up from... The doctors at the Tim Taylor Emergency Room at Memorial Hospital were used to Al being around the hospital, but he usually was escorting Tim with an emergency injury from the set. Today Al was the patient, however. He had been unconscious since crashing his automobile and the medical staff was worried. If he stayed unconscious through the night he could lapse into a coma. They called Al's mother to come down and help Al by talking to him. They had tried to call Tim but he had been "fixing" his phone last week and the Taylor family hadn't realized that the ringer on the phone had accidentally been disabled during the operation. They were all too aware of the prank callers ringing the phone and then hanging up at all times of the night, not realizing it was just another 'benefit' of Tim's handiwork. When Al woke up, he was confused by his surroundings. He was in a strange bedroom. It was more feminine than he was used to, though he found it rather pleasant to the eye. There was a nice aroma surrounding him and he realized it was perfume. Had he somehow gotten lucky and forgotten it? He remembered the crash and reached one hand up to his forehead. It felt fine. He seemed to have a bit more hair than he remembered. He made a mental note to get a haircut. And he also noted a need to cut his fingernails. As he had checked his head for injuries, his nails could touch his skin without the rest of his fingers touching himself. How long had it been since he clipped them, anyway? Al was about to take a look at his ragged fingernails when he heard someone approaching the bedroom. He wondered what the woman he had gotten lucky with looked like. He was hoping for a tall blonde like Sharon Stone. A tall blonde walked through the door all right, but he bore no resemblance to Sharon. He was Heidi's husband. She had brought him around the set a few times after the wedding. He seemed like a nice guy but not the kind of guy either Al or Tim would hang around with. It figured that a good looking woman like Heidi would marry someone equally good looking. He never really had a chance with her, Al thought with some regret. If the truth be told, he had been carrying a torch for Heidi since she had joined the show four years ago. He could never vocalize the words but he would have loved to get in her pants. But she had married this guy and had a baby and she was apparently quite happy, so Al considered himself lucky to just be her friend. He was about to ask her husband where Heidi was when he set the tray of food down. Al watched with surprised helplessness as Scott leaned over and kissed Al full on the lips. He would have belted the guy but his punching hand was still under the sheets and he was stunned to realize that he was enjoying the kiss. It made his nipples tingle. "What the hell is going on?" Al thought loudly inside his own head. Why is Heidi's husband kissing me better than any girl has ever done ... and why am I feeling so excited in my nipples? For that matter why are my nipples feeling anything at all? They had never sent any feeling like that before. The man's hands helped provide a vital clue as they ran up and down the blanket on his chest and wrapped themselves around two large fleshy mounds on Al's chest. Al realized hands were squeezing his...tits. He desperately needed to clear his head. But it was pretty hard to clear your head with a sensory overload coming in from a body that you didn't recognize anymore. Then Scott whispered in his ear. "Heidi, I love you!" "What???" Al managed to squeak out in response. It wasn't his voice. He had heard it thousands of times, though. He was speaking with Heidi's voice! Desperately he looked down and saw a lovely curvaceous form under the sheets, which the guy drew back, exposing two impossible breasts and sending the sensual mounds of flesh on his chest moving like Jell-O. They certainly looked real. This had to be a dream! What else could it be? If it were an elaborate practical joke it was beyond anything he had ever heard of...He stared in wonder as rather large nipples swelled up and poked out from the fleshy mounds. No, It had to be a dream. Al thought a little resentfully that if he had an accident induced dream why couldn't he have been fucking Heidi instead of being inside Heidi's body? "You up to a little nooky?" asked the great looking guy. His hands expertly manipulated the sensitive tips of Al's new chest and one hand snuck under the sheet. Al Borland felt something no man had felt before and desperately wanted some more of it. "Sure!" said Al recklessly, hearing Heidi's voice leave his lips. He felt so giddy and so good - why not lay back and enjoy this fantastic dream. His body was already moving like it was on auto-pilot anyway. Chapter Three - Heidi hears the horrid truth from her own two lips... Heidi heard a strange woman's voice murmuring a mixture of reproaches and endearments at her. Then the same voice asked sharply: "You told me that my son was coming out of his coma, doctor!" "He is!" the doctor said impatiently. He'd seen quite enough of this crabby old obese woman in the last few days. While they were arguing, Heidi opened her eyes and blinked them in the bright sunlight. Hovering above her like a moon was the face of Al's mother - god, was she ever fat! I seem to be in a hospital room, but where's my Scott and why is Mrs. Borland here visiting me? Heidi felt just awful, aches and pains all over - and somehow so much heavier. What a headache! She felt her face itch and gasped when she scratched it - she felt a full grown beard. On HER chin!!! She raised her hand...but it wasn't her arm and hand! It looked so awful... so hairy and fat! She croaked out her distress and Al's mother came flying over, plopping herself down on the bed. Heidi felt the bed groan under the weight and felt like she was going to fly up and go crashing through the ceiling. Heidi clutched the sides of the bed as it shivered. The doctor tried to drag Mrs. Borland out as Heidi cheered silently. "I've warned you before. You can't sit down on sick people's beds like that - you put your son's roommate in intensive care yesterday." He called for help to shift the massive woman who refused to budge. "Son?" Heidi thought. I'm no son to anyone! Al must have gotten sick as well. She tried to introduce herself to the doctor and straighten out this confusion. She said "I'm Heidi..." but all that was heard over the commotion was 'Heidi...' "Oh, that nice lovely girl from your show. She's been by every day to see how you're doing. Too bad she's married." Al's mom was talking nonsense. Seeing the confusion on the patient's face, the doctor and four husky orderlies forced the bulky woman out of the room. Heidi tried to get out of bed but she was too weak. She felt herself to see what was feeling so wrong about her body. For a moment, she had thought she had a beard...her hands told her the truth. She did! She somehow now had a big barreled chest and her tits were gone - her lovely, lovely tits! She stifled a scream - her hands also found out that she had a man's dick. Could Al's mother be right? Was she now, in some crazy way, stuck in Al Borland's body? "AM I GOING MAD?" she gasped - she even sounded like Al. She collapsed back on the pillow weeping. The door to her room opened and her true self walked in as perky and as beautiful as ever. The mouth Heidi was using dropped. She was indeed mad. Her body walked over to her and sat in the same seat Al's mom had occupied, crossing nylon-clad legs as if she were still inside. The lovely eyes of her visitor stared back at her with a strange look in her eyes. "Have you said anything?" this impostor asked her. "No, " The beautiful girl nodded her head. "Good! They would just think you're crazy and lock you up! " "You're in my body! Are you Al?" Her former face grinned at her. "Sure am, Heidi! I don't know how I ended up in your body and you in mine though - do you?" "No, unless it was something Tim did!" "I don't think we can blame this on him for once." Al said to her in his now lilting voice. " I had a headache and the last thing I remember is heading for my garage - that's where you were found in my body." "I went home right after the show and I had this horrible headache!" "Funny I had one, too! Like I was being driven right out of my skull." Heidi got excited. "Hey that's just what mine was like! Al, why didn't you just tell people you weren't me?" "Because people would have thought I was crazy! You've been in a coma for six days. For a while they weren't sure if you were going to make it or not - so I just kept my mouth shut and -ahem- ...carried on." Heidi looked at 'her' suspiciously. "What do you mean by... carried on?" The lovely face Al showed to the world flushed a little with the thought of how he had carried on with Scott. Sex with Heidi's hubby had been great! Better than great even. It had been the best sex of his life. To cover up, he looked at the slim watch on Heidi's slim wrist. "Gosh, look at the time! I've got to get my daughter from day care and prepare Scott's supper! He gets crabby if he's kept waiting." The lithe young body sprang out of the chair, her bosoms jostling as she kissed the man in bed on the cheek and headed out the door. "What do you mean 'your' daughter, and exactly what else are you doing with my husband besides cooking him dinner, Al...???" Al didn't stop - "We'll talk more when you get out of the hospital...Al." Then the vision of a sexy female in a miniskirt was gone with a flash of long and lovely legs and a closing door. Only the sweet smell of her perfume remained behind. Heidi sniffled - I sure got short changed in this exchange, she thought. I'll get Al for this! What else can go wrong? Al is prancing around as me, living my life in my body while I'm in the hospital in his fat middle-aged body. I can't say anything to stop him because people will think I am a crazy man and you can bet Al will keep his - my mouth shut! Can this get any worse? Tim "the Toolman" Taylor walked into the room. Chapter Four -- Tim visits Al. Or does he? Tim came in, his homely face framed in smiles. He punched the patient hard on the upper arm in a manly salute and Heidi looked resentfully at him. "So glad you made it little - I mean big buddy! Hey I saw them dragging your mother out of here. What happened - did she get on an elevator and exceed the maximum weight allowance?" As usual, he grinned and chuckled at his own joke. "For once you can't blame me for her being upset or you being hurt!" Actually Tim was a little uneasy, remembering that flash of energy before Al drove off, but he kept his mouth shut. Heidi said they both had been fine when he left work that day. It had to be a coincidence. "I just saw Heidi leave, too -- man, did she ever look terrific in that miniskirt!" Tim went into his patented grunting sounds. Heidi knew Tim was devoted to his wife and just meant it as a compliment, but the reminder that she no longer was pretty and was now Al brought tears to Al's eyes. Tim saw the person he thought of as Al start crying and was embarrassed and hurriedly left. It wasn't a manly thing to do but Al was still under the weather, so he would forget he had seen the tears. Al was normally a tough guy with a heart of gold and Tim respected the rare times that tears were called for. And he knew any man would prefer to shed them alone. At least a bachelor like Al would. His wife seemed to appreciate a few tears from him on those rare occasions. It seemed to bring them closer. Still, it never looked manly to cry. Tim had second thoughts about his new invention. He paid for the parts out of his own money -- and if the thing worked it would be worth a fortune. He could just bet the little sneak running Bedford Tools would try and steal it from him. So Tim had moved it home. He would work on it in his garage -- it should be safe there. He had forgotten all about the bolt of energy from three days ago. When Jill saw the machine though, she almost called the police. "Honey... its perfectly safe!" he assured her, as usual. And as usual; his attractive wife was not reassured. "Safe??? Just like the dishwasher that hurled dishes that almost decapitated me, just like the saw that chased me around the house cutting everything in its way until it blew up the illegal fuse box, just like power floor scrubber that practically drilled a hole to China..." "Hey, I got big bucks for that one remember!" "Yeah, from the oil company -- they use it for getting through granite! I wonder what horror this monstrosity will inflect upon your family this time?" Tim huffed and left his unappreciative wife to work on his brilliant new invention. While their youngest son worked on a homework assignment at the dining room table with a girl from school, the oldest son, Brad came in with his beautiful blonde girl friend. Jennifer looked like a cheerleader and she was. In fact she was the head cheerleader. She was giggling with suppressed excitement. Brad was planning to sneak them up to his room and they were going to do a little exploring! Jennifer felt so grown up. Her girlfriends would be so jealous! Here she was with the hottest guy in school and doing something her parents would hit the roof about and the first girl in her class to get into a BOYS bedroom. Well, except for Cindy, but she had to leave school for about six months. But she had a lot more self control than Cindy did. Across the way, neighbor Wilson was playing host to his niece - the woman was talented and well informed just like her Uncle. Jill was in the kitchen fixing dinner and made a quick trip to the bathroom to check her lipstick. Tim was in the garage deciding (as usual) that a little (or a lot) of power boosting could fix the prior mishap with the energy discharge. Another bolt filled the house with its energy, spitting out through the porch and into Wilson's home. Chapter Five - Heidi and Al reflect on the new lives they now lead... "I want my body back, Al..." Heidi says, hearing Al's deep voice say the words. "Al ???" "I want my body back NOW, Al!" the portly male insists, wiping away tears from his eyes..."Take you hands away from my boobs and throw the switch to change us back, Al..." "Al ???? NOW, Al !!!" "Oh, All right, Heidi... Just five more minutes, please?" "Five more minutes!... Just five more minutes..." Al looked at Heidi and saw his mother standing beside his former body. The image of his mother finally woke him up. Al stretched out in the double bed, his arm brushing against the body of Heidi's husband Scott. It was still strange to see a much taller and larger and very handsome male body in bed with him but he was rapidly adjusting. He had good reasons for adapting so swiftly. Right now for example, he was so relaxed! Last night had been another marathon session of multi-orgasmic sex with Heidi's husband. After the variety of ways Scott had used his maleness on Al's feminine Heidi-body, the sight of it lying flaccid between his thighs no longer bothered him. In fact, Al found himself wishing it would get bigger yet again. Al had never suspected life could be so wonderful. He drifted back to sleep and dreamed of spending the rest of his life in the incredible female body he now occupied. He felt a bit guilty. But it wasn't as if he had stolen it from Heidi. Maybe God had put him here. He didn't know how, but now her wonderful body was all his to enjoy. Every luscious square inch of this new body was now under his control. It was his to do with what he would. And for Scott to do with what he would as well. As Al recalled what Scott did to this new body last night yet again, a satisfied expression appeared on his luscious lips. Al lazily drifted between relaxation and sleep, and his slender fingers moved closer to the sensitive spots his husband Scott was so fond of caressing during their lovemaking. His movements woke up Scott and soon they were both wide awake and revisiting the highlights of the evening's activities. Even his new beautiful baby girl was well behaved and quiet all night. If this was what his life was meant to be from now on, Al decided he could definitely grow to love it. Living with Scott was a quantum leap up from living with his mother! ...HEIDI Oh great, here comes "Mom" again. At least I can get out of here now. I am going crazy in this hospital. It's weird enough spending two days pretending to be Al so the staff don't think I'm a lunatic, but I can't stand this odious woman hovering around me. I feel like I am a landing field for a blimp! Maybe if she were my real mother...no, even if that were the case I still couldn't accept her presence. She must suck out all the air in the room every time she enters it. For the thousandth time since she awoke in this horrid, stocky, and male body, she stroked her chin, ever hopeful her soft silky skin had returned, and still disappointed to find a rough beard growing out instead like a thorny bush! She ducked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth with the toothbrush the hospital had provided, having tossed out the one Al's mother had brought from their home. She still shivered at the thought of using Al's toothbrush. Intellectually, she realized his stuff was now hers as long as she was stuck in Al's blimp-like body, but she drew the line at using his toothbrush. That was way too personal, and she didn't want to get to know Al that well. She took out his organ and took a piss. At least it was a lot faster to use the bathroom with this thing. No more pantyhose and bra's to worry about, either. Heck, with the beard on Al's face, she didn't even need to do any shaving anymore. She suddenly realized she missed all those things now that she had lost them. She wanted nothing more than to wear a dress and heels and walk down a street with a swing to her hips and make-up on her face. She missed the smell of her perfume and the taste of lipstick on her lips. Old spice deodorant just didn't smell the same. She had to get her body back! And soon! God! What if she was stuck as Al forever! The thought chilled her to the bone through even this covering of blubber. Perhaps the worse moments had come when Tim had come by with tapes of the shows 'he' had missed. It was pure agony seeing her beautiful lost body, wearing her costumes and moving gracefully around the set with the impostor Al obviously drinking in all the admiration from the men in the audience! And then to hear all of Tim's jokes about how AL was so fat it had taken a crane to pull him out of his wrecked car! No one had laughed louder than 'Heidi'. God, Al must really be burrowing deep into her life and identity, the former Heidi thought bitterly. She looked at the bathroom mirror. Al was still looking back at her. If they didn't change back soon, she was going to get rid of this hair on her face. She liked men with beards but she certainly didn't want a beard of her own. Why had this horrid change happened to her? She had always been nice to people, and she went to church regularly. God must have been looking the other way the day this strange switch happened. This was the sort of trouble Tim should be getting into, not her... Of course! That was it! Somehow Tim had to be involved! Wherever things were broken, Tim wasn't far away, and what could be more broken than having your body torn away from you without permission. As soon as she could get away from Al's manipulative, possessive mother, she was going over to Tim's home and see how he had caused this disaster. He had to be behind it! If he wasn't... then I may never get back. She fought back tears. She had been giving Al's tear ducts quite a workout ever since she had awoken in his corpulent body. And why not. Al is living my lovely life and I am stuck in his miserable one! And with this strong male body of hers, she could show Tim the real meaning of more power... with her fists! -- if he didn't help her get her true body back! Chapter Six Tim and Jill go up a hill and Jennifer and Brad come tumbling down... Tim began to wake up, his head pounding, but the headache was going away. Somehow, he was feeling better than he had felt in years... decades even! He looked up and saw his son Brad sleeping on the other side of the bed. Tim couldn't recall going into Brad's room. . Brad began to wake up. Tim watched as his son stretched. He was getting to be so big, so handsome. When had Brad gotten so good-looking? Tim felt some strange feelings as the young man looked at him. His body began to tingle in unfamiliar places as the young man spoke to him. "Oh, HI! You must be Brad's new girlfriend. I'm his mother, Jill Taylor." Brad cleared his throat as though he was having trouble using his voice. What the devil was Brad trying to pull this time, Tim thought? He was certainly not his mother and Tim was NOBODY'S "girlfriend." For starters, neither of them had tits, or...Tim's train of thought derailed as his hand ran over his flat chest and rolled over two soft mounds of flesh instead. He could tell they were covered by a bra. He would have wondered why he was wearing a bra, but the more important question was why he was groping a pair of breasts on his own manly chest! Jill was astonished. Her voice sounded all wrong, it was far too deep, deeper even than when she had gotten that cold last winter. And now, Brad's girlfriend was feeling herself up right in front of her. Jill watched the beautiful young woman in astonishment as she realized she was getting really excited simply by watching another female touch her tits! But she wasn't getting wet. Instead, there was a strange, powerful pulsing occurring in her pants. Looking down, she saw she was somehow wearing one of her son's shirts and her lovely, soft tits were gone. She almost freaked out as she realized her pants were bulging and throbbing below the waist. After twenty years of marriage she knew what was causing it although she had never expected to feel one attached to her own body. That explained the strange feelings of excitement, though not how she had gotten a body which could experience them. She couldn't resist covering the area with her hands and feeling the intensity double. She suddenly had an irresistible urge to take this girl in her arms and have her way with her. She wanted to pick her up and fling her on the bed and ripped off her clothes and fuck her brains out! God, what was she thinking about this innocent child in front of her. This had to be some sort of nightmare. The girl wasn't helping any by continuing to rub her breasts and now her crotch right in front of Jill. And now she was grunting with excitement. Except for the pitch of her voice, her grunts sounded just like Tim during foreplay. Exactly like him! She would know those grunts no matter what body they came out of. She had to know. "Tim...???" "Uhhhnnnnnn," the teen-aged girl grunted, then looked again at the young man jumping up from the bed. Even speaking with a young man's voice, Tim could somehow recognize the way his wife Jill spoke his name. "Jill! Is that really you?" They both hugged as they realized the other was their spouse, then they quickly pulled away from each other. Jill was surprised to feel two firm breasts press into her flat chest, and Tim was shocked to sense an excited male organ pushing out at him. Then, the combination of love they had for each other combined with the raging teen-age hormones and suddenly they were all over each other despite the incredible strangeness of it all. Tim felt he never had wanted anything so bad in his life as he wanted this young man clutching him so close. It would have been too unmanly to contemplate if Jill hadn't somehow become the boy in his arms. Becoming a sexy girl helped him ease up on the manliness for once. And it really felt too good for him to give it much thought. All the body parts seemed to fit and that was all that mattered. Jill had to have the beautiful blond girl that was somehow her husband - she would kill anyone who tried to stop her. Hurriedly, they undressed each other marveling in the young bodies they had so mysterious acquired. Never look a gift hot rod in the mouth Tim decided even if it belonged to his wife, as kisses rained down on his magnificent tits. God, it was weird feeling the wetness grow below instead of the usual firmness. Jill just wanted the beautiful body in front of her - her new dick had a mind of its own. God how the girl screamed when she entered. This had to be a dream. Just a dream, Then passion washed over them both as their minds were overwhelmed by the long forgotten emotions and hormones of their teenage bodies.. Chapter Seven -- Mark and Shanna, boyfriend & girlfriend -- A change for the better? Mark smiled shyly at Shanna - he couldn't understand why she seemed so friendly to him. She was one of the most popular girls in school, a real class leader besides being as cute as button. Whatever that means? Buttons certainly were anything but cute. Right now, she was dressed in a miniskirt and boots with a tight blouse showing off her budding breasts. True, her grades were not very good so he happy to help her with geometry. It gave him a chance to be with her. Occasionally, their hands brushed together and he felt an unaccustomed surge of excitement. Shanna must have noticed it as she wore a superior smile on her lovely lips. Then a flash of light hit them and consciousness faded. Mark woke up with a terrible headache which faded quickly. Hair seemed to fall in his face. Hair, what hair? He had a crewcut and it never got in his way. He pushed it impatiently away wondering if one of his father's or brother's dumb jokes was being pulled on him while that flash of light had distracted him. They had never gone as far as putting a wig on him though. Often Mark felt like he was adopted, he was so different from his father and brothers - even his mother. He gasped a high pitched gasp. Across the table from him was HIMSELF. The boy who looked like his twin was staring at him with opened mouth astonishment. "How did you do this?" asked the fake Mark in front of him with a very shaken voice. It was HIS voice saying the words. Mark looked fearfully down and found himself wearing a mini-skirt and boots. His legs were so shapely and covered in nylon. He somehow was in Shanna's body. These were her clothes and her... breasts! "Dad! " he yelled in a soprano voice. "Dad! What did you do now?" No answer. "Shanna? he shyly asked the body that had just been his. She nodded positively. He felt very queasy and suddenly cramps hit him and his groaned a little - "Shanna, are you - is your body sick?" he asked fearfully. The person in his former body just grinned. " No. I was having a few cramps before this happened so what you must be feeling is my peri--... but I guess now it's 'your' period! Believe me, you're welcome to it! It's the worse thing about being a girl." Mark felt tears come to his eyes. " It's not fair! I'm not a girl" "Tell me about it. Look I'm sorry , but I didn't do this to us. You are definitely a girl now. Stop looking at me like that! Do you think I want to be YOU?" Mark swallowed with Shanna's throat. "Of course not... nobody would." He started to cry, finding it easier to so in this very different body. Shanna was all concern and came over and put a comforting arm around the cute girl she had just been. "I'm sorry, Mark, I didn't mean it! If I didn't like you, would I be here? You're so smart and I'm just an air head people follow because I'm popular. It won't last. My friends are getting into boys big time and boys don't look to girls for leadership." She felt so warm and somehow so strong holding Mark in these stronger arms she now had. Mark turned up a cute, tear-stained face and she found it impossible not to kiss him. That felt really strange. Mark was afraid and attracted both at the same time. They backed off - their bodies were not ready for this, they both felt. Shanna looked at the clock. Shit! "You'll have to go home right now! You're already a little late. My mom and dad will kill you if you don't get my body home soon." Mark was confused. "But I'm already home!" he protested. "Not any more - now I'm home - look, until we can get our bodies back I'm going to have to be Mark Taylor and you have to be Shanna Laclede!" Mark gulped "You're right! I guess I have to go home to your folks." Shanna nodded vigorously. "Right, and go to class for me tomorrow. Fortunately, we're in the same rooms so you know where to sit. Don't trust my younger sister, she hates me for being the oldest." He nodded. "Where's your room." "Damn! You've never seen it. Second one to the right - don't mess it up on me!" she ordered. "Where's yours?" Mark told her and she nodded. "By the way - watch your period - you will probably need to change the tampon in about 2 hours and every six hours after that. I'm afraid you will get to know my body pretty well soon. There are instructions in the tampon box on how to put them in. I was about four days through with it so it should end sometime tomorrow." Feeling really disoriented and confused, Mark slowly gathered up Shanna's books, shyly threw her purse strap around his shoulder and left. It felt incredibly strange to look back and see Shanna in his body staying in his house and waving at him from his doorstep while he left for hers. The inch high heels on her boots made it a little difficult to walk, but Mark got better after a time. The miniskirt was drafty and his panty hose rubbed silkily on his legs as he walked to his new, and hopefully temporary home as Shanna. Talk about uncomfortable, the bra Shanna's body was wearing kept digging into his new flesh somehow. He had no idea how to fix it, though. He soon arrived at Shanna's, and for now his, home. Her mother embraced him warmly, asking how the date went with Mark. Strange... Mark thought they were just studying together. Why did Shanna tell her mother it was a date? Shanna's father, an elegant man, stood up and kissed him on the cheek. He had to deliberately keep from pulling away from the stranger who was now his father. But soon Mark found himself in a discussion of myth and reality which he found fascinating - nothing like that was ever talked about in his home. About all he heard at home was his mother lecturing his father on what was broken around the house, or dad boring him with talk about Tool Time. Chapter Eight - Jennifer and Brad... husband and wife??? !!!!!! An hour earlier at the Taylor house, the people the world would identify as Jill and Tim Taylor picked themselves off the floor. Tim of course from the garage floor and Jill from the downstairs bathroom where she had been touching up her makeup. They recovered from the bolt later than the teens around the house as they were both closer to it and not as young. Brad looked in the mirror and his mother's face stared back at him. He saw her mouth gape and with slender dish pan hands touched the glass - his mirror image mother did the same. "No fuckin' way!" he breathed. It was his mother's voice and despite himself he felt shocked to hear her use such language. He moved his hand to his mouth and watched the hand in the mirror do the same. It touched his mother's lips and smeared some lipstick on them. Brad looked down at his hand and saw the red color coating his fingers. He also saw a small pair of breasts sticking out from the T-shirt that covered his upper body. He had seen those clothed breasts every day since he was an infant. Even from this new perspective, he knew them as his mother's breasts. He was somehow in his mother's body. Stunned, Brad sat back on the toilet seat. Unfortunately for him, the lid wasn't closed and his new rear fell in and he got wet. Then he started laughing - his prissy mother had a wet butt because she sat in toilet water. Then it hit him - it was his butt now and it was wet. He was in his mother's body - it was almost to bizarre to think that she could be in his body. But it would make sense. And how did it happen? The only answer to strange accidents in the Taylor house hold was one word. "DAD!" he screamed with his mother's light contralto and rushed out into the garage after wrapping a towel around his far too wide and dripping butt. Brad found his father looking around like he was in more than his usual daze. Then he spoke and his words had a gentleness to them his father never had. "Mrs. Taylor you're dripping wet, and I seem to be stuck inside your husband's body." A flash of intuition hit Brad. "Is that you in my dad's body, Jennifer... oh, and I'm not my mother, I'm Brad!" The body before him gasped. "Brad?" Brad nodded his mother's head vigorously, hair spilling around his shoulders. He looked at the invention in the garage "This must have caused the problem!" "Can you get us back our real bodies, Mrs... Brad?" She looked like she was ready to cry. It was a disturbing feeling to see reflected on his father's face. "I don't know. I can take a look - Dad was explaining a little of it to me. " It was odd to see the motherly figure of Mrs. Taylor crawling around under the strange device and Jennifer had to stifle a laugh. "Fraid not! It's shorted out. It's going to need some parts." Jennifer hugged Brad and did that ever feel strange. She laughed. "It just occurred to me - we are man and wife." Brad swallowed. His... tits? were tingling and he felt a strange dampness down below, but he knew he hadn't gone to the bathroom. And it wasn't the wet pants, either. "That's right!" he said looking up at the taller body in front of him and without warning he was kissed. He found himself responding and grew even more excited when he felt an erection poking him in the belly. He somehow didn't even mind that... poke since Jennifer was the one doing the poking. "Let's go upstairs!" Jennifer said after taking a deep breath, with a hint of a grunt in her voice.. Brad pressed his new soft female body against the male one and nodded. It felt right. Chapter Nine -- Wilson and his niece Willow learn to handle a new twist from life... Wilson slowly regained consciousness. He hadn't been psychically hit this hard since his studies with the Maharishi Yogi Barishi. An evil student had tried to transfer Wilson's memories from the teachings into his own mind to pass the course. It had taken a great deal of mental control and spiritual power to resist and repel the intruder. This attack was different. It was more of a mental avalanche instead of a psychic attack. It had been too powerful, too forceful. It had swept through his mind and torn it apart, then it put him back together and faded away. The pain had been tiny and slow at first but soon accelerated into a mind-numbing, throbbing pain which left his body moments after producing a total incapability of thought during which he had blacked out. He looked around. Somehow he had traveled from the bedroom to the kitchen. He could smell the tofu roast his niece was preparing for dinner and her perfume lingered strongly through the kitchen although she was nowhere to be seen. He hoped she was unhurt by the powerful force that had laid him low. Wilson felt almost euphoric after his collapse. He hadn't felt as healthy and vibrant for the last two decades as he did now, despite a healthy diet and exercise. He almost felt thin. And as the shock wore off, he was beginning to realize that some important parts of his body were feeling very different. His chest seemed swollen and sensitive...and somehow bouncy, and a draft unexpectedly chilled his legs. He worried about Willow, his niece. If the psychic blast attached her as it hid him, then she could be anywhere. Suddenly, the kitchen door burst open and a mad sight almost drove Wilson insane. In all the years, and all the sights he had seen on the many journeys he had made, none could prepare him for the shock of his own body flailing clumsily through the doorway. The shock grew even greater as his duplicate body stared at him and called him Uncle Wilson. Only one person called him Uncle... Willow. But if Willow was occupying his frame, than who was he. There was only one possible answer. He looked down at himself and saw... her body. He was somehow inside the body of his niece and she was now him. And he thought Tim Taylor was the only one who got into trouble. At least he hadn't become Tim. He felt sorry for Willow though. She had lost not only her femininity to him but also her youth. She was about twenty years older as long as she was stuck inside of his body Willow stared at him and began to cry. This was unnerving even to someone who had seen as much in his life as Wilson had, and watching his own body in tears was too much for the strange new feminine chemistry of his new body. He couldn't stop bursting out in tears himself as his female body joined in the flood of tears. Willow tried to stop crying as her own body with her Uncle Wilson inside started to cry as she did. Naturally he was doing a better job of it than she was. Tears flowed down her former face, ruining her mascara. If her Uncle couldn't get himself together, than she had to. She was somehow the man of the house now and it was up to her. She concentrated and turned off her own tears with far more ease than usual. Then she put an arm around her uncles new body. It was so strange to be comforting her own softly weeping body, to feel it tremble and begin to finish up the crying jag. Her emotions had been on edge for the past few days. She would have to check her calendar, it was almost time for her period. Only now Uncle Wilson would be the one to get it. He always was showing off to her about how much more he knew, but now she knew something he didn't... and some things he would have to learn in order to deal with them. As she looked down at her pretty body, she felt strangely attracted to herself all of a sudden. An unfamiliar swelling seemed to be taking place below her waist. She wondered if she had hurt something male down there, then realized it was probably a normal reaction of her new male body she would have to adjust to. As the last tears exited the eyes of the slender female body he now possessed. Wilson began to feel better. It really helped to get all the angst out of his system. He was feeling a lot better now emotionally, but he was beginning to get a headache. Then the first cramp started. Great, he thought, I lose twenty years but get a body that has something wrong with it. Wilson had studied hundreds of subjects, but women had always remained a mystery to him. Even now that he was one of them, the mystery remained. This was Willow's body. She might know what was wrong with it. He started to tell her about the symptoms he was feeling when another cramp hit him. Willow went upstairs and came down with a small medicine container which she handed over to him. Midol, said the label on the body. Wilson seldom watched television and never read women's magazines, so he only had a vague memory of hearing the name somewhere. He looked at the label and read that it relieved premenstrual pain among other things. "I see..." He was relieved. If it was something his new body went through each month, then he could get through this as well. Another cramp quickly made him question his resolve, though. He hope the Midol would kick in soon. He expected he would get quite an education during the next week or so, if he couldn't figure out how to reverse this strange exchange. Strange Exchange... It would make a good title for an article in a psychiatric newsletter. He might even get an entire paper out of it and get the final credits he needed for that degree in Clinical Sociology from the local university. He couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably as he wondered which body they would give the degree to now. Chapter Ten -- Parental influence... Things were wild in Brad's bedroom. The bodies of two energetic teenagers were rolling around naked on the bed. They had never felt such passion! Jennifer's body giggled smugly, grunting in a most non-feminine manner. "Just can't get enough of me, can you, Brad? -- I mean Jill! " "Oh, shut up and kiss me, my sweet little Tim ... or should I call you Jennifer now, Tim. Third time is a charm... " Jill in her son's body felt strong and masterful. Meanwhile in the master bedroom, the former Brad now enjoyed the latest in a series of orgasms surging through the body of his mother. As Jill Taylor, he had just had sex with Jennifer who now resided in his dad's body. Both had been surprised at the excitement these grown-up bodies had! It had been very strange kissing someone of the same sex they were used to being, especially an older person, but by closing their eyes and imagining an attractive partner, they soon got over it. Finally they lay back, satisfied. It was kind of cool being in charge and adult they thought, but what had happened to their own young bodies? Could they get them back? "We better go see what happened to...us?" said Brad with motherly concern in his mother's voice. Reluctantly Jennifer agreed and grunted OK. Brad was startled. She sounded just like his dad. They dressed and Brad without thinking about how he knew how to do it, used some residual memory from the brain of the body he now occupied and made up his mother's lovely face. He didn't want her to know that he had been making out with her body. That would be way too embarrassing! The apparent Mr. and Mrs. Taylor opened the door to Brad's bedroom and were shocked to see their former selves having sex! Brad hadn't even had a chance to have sex in that body yet. How dare his mother do it with his body. The gasp Brad made went unheard by the hormonally driven teenaged parents! Embarrassed, he shut the door. Jennifer looked furious. "How dare your dad use my body to have sex! I was a virgin! He got to have the first time instead of me!" "Well, It was my first time, too! " Brad said. Somehow, it wasn't as tough to admit he was a virgin as long as he was a woman to the world. He actually felt proud of the fact. "They got our young, virgin bodies, while we're both stuck old -- and you're stuck ugly!" "Well, thanks very much, MRS. TAYLOR!" "Sorry, I was just kidding! You actually look pretty good for a man of your age, Jennifer! Lets not argue! I hate it when my folks do that! Look, I think I can fix the machine -- but lets use the time to get back at those two for taking our virginity!" Jennifer used Tim's manly lips to grin at Brad with. "We could make them go to school !!!" "That and more!" "All right!" they high-fived each other and kissed just like Tim and Jill usually did, without knowing it, and opened the door. Two very guilty looking teen bodies looked up from the bed. This is going to be superb, thought Brad inside his mother's body. He and Jennifer arranged their new faces in suitably grim and serious expressions and slammed the door against the wall! The two startled parents stared guiltily at their true bodies while trying to hurriedly cover up their nakedness. Tim forgot he had breasts to cover up now, so Jill grabbed a pillow and put it in front of his bouncing tits. "Brad! Jennifer! I am shocked!" said the real Brad with all the authority he could imitate with his mother's voice. Brad, your father and I trusted you -- and as for you young lady I have a good mind to tell your parents how you enticed our little boy." The two young bodies stared in wonder at 'Mrs. Taylor.' Now It was Jennifer's turn to play parent. "Yes, you two, for shame! I've never been so shocked! To think that a son of mine would behave in such an irresponsible manner! You two get dressed right now, and Jennifer, you go home and think about what you did! You're hardly behaving like a young lady!" 'Brad' and 'Jennifer' stared bewilderedly at each other - who were they - had they just fantasized about being Tim and Jill - Tim and Jill were right there and behaving like - well two shocked parents. " "Sorry mom! " Brad said automatically, his body's reflexes taking over his actions hurriedly dressing. 'Jennifer' started to cry uncontrollably. "Please don't tell my folks!" Tim may not be sure who he really was right now, a teenage girl or a dislocated adult, but he sure didn't want this body's folks told about what happened. "God! the lectures I'll get. I would be grounded forever!" Tim whined in a wonderful Jennifer impersonation. The 'teens' looked at each other. They would dearly have liked to talk things over, but with two stern authority figures standing right there they couldn't. Tim was startled by the way he was putting on panties and bras like he had done it all his life! Then on went the short miniskirt and tight blouse baring the midriff which the original Jennifer had worn to be more seductive. Shit! Is my hair ever a mess! Tim thought and hurriedly ran the brush he found in the purse through it. His lipstick was all smeared and without conscious thought he fixed it. "I'll drive you home, Jennifer!" said 'Mr. Taylor' to her real body, thinking at least I get to drive a hot car, that's something out of this deal! I sure hope Brad can fix the machine. It would awful to be stuck so old and ugly! Then she grinned to herself -- it was sure great to make adults sweat! Now the high heeled shoe is on the other foot. How dare Mr. Taylor steal and use her body like this anyway? He deserved a little payback. She hustled her former self down the stairs and was annoyed to see 'Jennifer' crying. I can't believe my body is acting so wimpy, Jennifer thought. Tim was feeling even more bewildered that usual and was horrified to find himself so submissive! It was weird to sit in the passenger side of his own beloved hot rod! He stared with crystal clear blue eyes at his wonderful machine. 'Could that have cause the problem? Naw! Impossible - maybe he was really Jennifer? Maybe he was dreaming the whole thing? Tim was so confused. Jennifer peeled the car out onto the street and Tim thought - Show off! You'll ruin the tires ... and how reckless! Jennifer in Tim's still horny, homely body couldn't help but think -- boy this car is hot! Then she sighed, looked at her hot body in the seat next to her and thought, so am I! They pulled up in front of Jennifer's house and it was weird for both of them - Tim felt himself feeling very frightened as 'his' new folks told him to get ready for bed and Jennifer feeling very strange to have her folks treat her with respect and to watch her own lost beautiful body climb the stairs to what had been her room! Meanwhile, back in the Taylor house, Brad was enjoying lecturing his mother in his former body the way she used to do him. "God! What a bitch," thought Jill, still dazed and confused and uncertain of who she really was thought "Is that all she can do? Nag, nag, nag -- why can't Mom show a little understanding -- you would think she was never young once herself! The person they both took to be Mark walked into the kitchen and said "What did Brad do, Mom?" "Your brother was in bed with her girl friend! Your father and I walked in on them! I have never been so shocked in my life!" 'Mark's' face grinned delightedly -- pretty hot goings on in the Taylor house -- much better than her boring old home! "Shame on you, brother!" "That's right!" nodded the head of Mrs. Taylor as she agreed. "Didn't you have the sense to at least lock the door!" said 'Mark'. 'Brad' snickered and 'Jill' looked offended. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" Randy, the middle brother walked in and sighed -- his mother was at it again with his brothers and he could hear his dad peel recklessly into the garage -- just another typical day in the Taylor house, he thought. Meanwhile a certain pretty dentist was surprised to get a call. "Really, I had no idea poor Al was in a coma -- his mother never called me! And you say Al, was murmuring for me all during his coma? I'll go right over and see him and comfort him! Thanks for calling me." A lovely slim hand put down the phone with self righteous satisfaction. The mind behind two beautiful eyes was thinking 'I certainly want the new Al to have a chance for happiness, that's the reason I called my - I mean his old fiancйe. It certainly wasn't because I want to get him so tangled up romantically, he wont interfere with my new life or try and get it back from me!" "Heidi..." called a thrilling male voice. It was her husband! "Yes, dear." Said the apparent Heidi, smiling. "The baby is sleeping! Are you game for a little fun!" He was delighted to see the enthusiasm with which his spouse greeted the suggestion! Chapter Eleven - It's Tool Time! That night was the strangest night that ever happened to those in the now scattered Taylor household. While Tim and Mark did their best to pretend to be the young women they appeared to be inside their unfamiliar new homes, Brad and Jennifer stayed up late and then made out on the couch after the "boys" went to bed. A very confused Jill had watched her body constantly for any sign that someone else was inside her body but Brad was too good an impersonator for her to catch him in a goof. Jennifer erred several times, not being as familiar with the family and Tim in particular but Jill was unable to determine whether it was her husband's natural clumsiness or someone dealing with a new body. The next morning the two "parents" rushed the young men in the household off to school. Poor Jill had woken up with a hard on and dreaming of Jennifer. Even more confused and stunned by the unwanted reactions of her new body, she started to actually consider believing that she might really be Brad. Maybe she - or rather he, Brad - had gone insane? she wondered. Logically, it was impossible to people to switch bodies! That sort of thing only happened in the movies and TV. Unable to tell the difference between what she knew to be true and what the world and even her own body was telling her was real, she picked up Brad's books and went to school. She could only console herself with the thought she would probably see that gorgeous Jennifer today! She made Jill feel so strangely masculine, but they were feelings she was starting to enjoy. The apparent Mr. and Mrs. Taylor relaxed around the kitchen laughing at how they had fooled the grown ups and enjoyed relaxing around the kitchen with some coffee and doughnuts. Brad wolfed down four doughnuts until Jennifer warned him to be careful or he would put some unwanted pounds on his new figure. Brad almost choked on his doughnut, he liked the way his breasts felt but he hardly wanted them to get bigger. And his mom's waist was already pretty thick. Not to mention how wide his hips were now. He found it so incredible to realize that he was born from those very hips yet now they were his. He started to panic when he figured out he could give birth to another brother someday if he got stuck in his mother's body forever. The prospect was so grim that he put it totally out of his mind. It was too much to think about. They went upstairs and Jennifer helped Brad get into a nice outfit from his mother's closet. He needed some help with the underwear as well. Bras were a lot easier to get off than to put on, he discovered, even if they were fitted to your body. He gave her some advice on how to shave her face. After a few grunts, owes, and curses while Jennifer cleaned up, they were finally reasonably presentable. Jennifer groaned as she looking at Tim's homely face in the mirror, dabbing toilet paper on the shaving cuts on her face. "I sure hope you can fix the machine soon. I would hate to go through life with this old man's face!" Brad knew of no chores his mother was supposed to do, so he decided he had better accompany Jennifer to the studio. After the show, he could pick up parts for the machine, but he wasn't in any particular hurry - he enjoyed being the adult and ordering the kids around, AND he enjoyed making out with Jennifer despite her looking so... male! His mother's body felt so comfortable somehow! He was even getting used to having breasts, and when Jennifer kissed them it was quite indescribable. There were some major positives to being a woman, he thought. His real chest had never felt anything like the chest he now had! Before they left, Jennifer watched a highlight reel from the show and exclaimed " My God I hope I come out of this alive!" On the way to the studio, Brad tried to keep a wildly driving Jennifer from breaking too many speeding laws, but she just grunted and told him to cool it - that he was being a sissy. Tim Taylor was scheduled to film a show in front of a live audience today and now Jennifer would have to take his place. It was a good thing his dad had a reputation as a well know klutz, Brad thought, it might help them get through the day while shooting the show. At least he knew the way around the Tool Time set. Brad had seen many shows of course, as the son of the star of the show, but this was his first as the wife of the star. Everyone was much nicer to him. The stagehands fetched him coffee. The lovely young Heidi wandered by and chatted with him about her "darling baby girl." Brad had a hard time keeping from checking out Heidi's tits barely hidden behind a tight blouse. He might have boobs of his own now but Heidi had the boobs of a goddess. And Brad was still enough of a man deep inside his motherly body to appreciate them. When Heidi said she had to go to her dressing room and change for the show "Jill" asked if she minded some company. Heidi seemed to hesitate a bit then agreed. The female costar of the show and the wife of the Toolman proceeded to Heidi's little dressing room. Brad watched as Heidi took off her clothes exposing her breasts, covered only by a flimsy bra, to her friend. Al was surprised by his attitude. Here he was undressing in front of Jill Taylor of all people and he felt quite comfortable. She was just a woman like he was now, after all. She had children like he had now and a husband who loved her like Scott loved him. He took off Heidi's bra and cupped her breasts. He had yet to learn the secret of making the bra fit comfortably and it hurt his breasts in some places. He noticed Jill staring unabashed at his chest. "I wish I didn't need to wear a bra, Jill. It seldom feels very comfortable. It's better than having them bounce around all day, though." "I know what you mean, Heidi." Mark said tugging his own bra away from where it constricted some sensitive flesh." He looked down at the small mounds on his mother's chest. "Of course, you have more to bounce around than I do." They both giggled and laughed and Al finished dressing Heidi's body and they left the dressing room for the stage. When they entered the studio, Jennifer greeted them and took Brad off to the side. "What were you doing with Heidi in that room, Brad, you were gone for quite a while. He didn't answer and she tapped her foot and waited. Finally Brad answered. "I didn't do anything, Jennifer. Relax! I know you don't like it when I look at Heidi, but you have to admit that there is little I could do with her as long as I look like this. You are much more my type right now than she is. We were just making 'girl talk'. At least I think that was what it was, since I've never talked 'girl to girl' before. Jennifer calmed down after hearing that, grunted, and took Brad in her strong manly arms and gave him a big kiss. After a few minutes, they had to stop since the backstage crew had begun to applaud their ardent embrace. Embarrassed to be caught in public kissing a man, particularly a man who looked just like his father, Brad blushed and dragged Jennifer to the set. He told Heidi that Tim was a bit under the weather and that he said it was O.K. for her to take the spotlight on today's show. Al was astonished. He had never been given a chance to star on the show before, and now that he was Heidi, he was getting to be the headliner for one show. He was nervous, but he had an idea. They had been planning a show featuring repair work a woman could easily do and it could be bumped up to today's filming. "Tim" nodded his agreement and "Heidi" danced off to make the arrangements. Brad slipped his arm around the waist of his husband/girlfriend, still a bit surprised to hold onto someone taller than himself. They were both pretty happy. The show looked like it would be one Jennifer could pull off after all. It would be still be tough though, since she didn't even know the difference between a Phillips head and a regular screwdriver. As they got ready, Al thought to himself, "I wonder why Tim keeps checking out the script with Jill... He usually ad-libs his way through the show. I hope he shapes up in the next half of the show. I may have to make a joke about Al's mother... I mean my mother... if he doesn't say something funny soon. At least he has been getting some humor out of the act of pretending he doesn't know which tools are which." Little did he know how real "Tim's" lack of knowledge was. Jennifer was pleased by the way she was fitting in with the show. She had managed to memorize the script and felt the show was going well. If she could figure out what she was supposed to "wrench" with, she would be all set. At least Brad was able to help her figure it out. Between the two of them, and Heidi's able aid in correcting the things she didn't understand, the show went well. When Heidi asked her why she kept getting stuff wrong, she got a little upset and said "You may understand this stuff, Heidi, but most women get lost around it." "Oh, I see, Tim, you're playing dumb so I can explain clearly to the audience." Jennifer was surprised for a moment, but she wasn't dumb. If Heidi wanted to supply an explanation as to why she didn't know everything Tim Taylor should know, she knew enough to take advantage of it. That's right, Heidi, I may be the Toolman, but today you are the ToolWoman and it is up to you to take the women in our audience through the steps. The audience burst out in applause and the rest of the show went along quite well. Afterwards, "Heidi" gave "Tim" a manly slap on the back and congratulated him on a superb show. "I wasn't sure where you were going for a while, but you sure pulled it off, Tim. Jet me know your plans ahead of time next time though, O.K.?." Another slap on the back from "Heidi" and Al left for his new home and family. Brad ran up and kissed Jennifer, telling her how great a show it was. They hugged and went home. Chapter Twelve -- We are all just players on a stage... Flushed from the excitement of getting through the show successfully "Tim" and his "wife" headed over to the hardware store and picked up some parts for the machine in the garage. The man ignored the pleas from the attractive woman beside him to slow down and take it easy in the hot rod. "Women!" he thought and grunted manly. Meanwhile, in the home of Al Borland, his mother was arguing with whom she naturally thought was her son Al. "Son... Sweetie... " Somebody gag me before I scream!" thought the bearded man. "You're just not physically ready to leave the house yet. The nice doctor said you should rest at least two weeks before going to work. Let your Mamma take care of you!" said the incredibly fat woman clinging with all her might to her grown up son. Bile rose up in Heidi as she thought "I'm going to kill Al. Just kill him! He's living my wonderful life - and has Tool Time to herself - I mean himself. He makes fun of my - I mean his mother - and I know he is without a doubt getting laid by my husband. He steals my body and my life and leaves me trapped in his fat old body! The doorbell rang and Mrs. Borland let go of her son long enough to answer it with Heidi close behind hoping to make a break for it. To both their surprises it was Al's former fiancйe, the dentist, Claire. She danced skillful around the road block that was Mrs. Borland and tearfully embraced a startled "'Al". "Darling, I blame myself - I should never allowed you to walk away from me. If I would have been looking after you, your accident would never have happened!" she said crying emotionally. "When I think of you in that dreadful coma... at death's door..." She couldn't continue so she cried some more and kissed "Al" on the lips. Heidi, to her surprise found herself kissing the woman back. She had felt so lost and alone ever since she had woken up inside Al's body. Claire's soft sexy, body felt really good after the fat mother's disgusting hugs. It felt so good to feel the body of an attractive woman again, even if it wasn't her own. Something connected between the two of them. "You're coming with me! I'm taking you home so you won't be smothered by your mother! She's the one who broke us up before and that won't ever happen again!" The two women glared at each other. Like a drowning man reaching for a life preserver, "Al" let himself be lead out of the house and away from the screeching mother. It was the happiest day in Heidi's life as a man. Earlier that morning, Tim had woke up in Jennifer's body and in Jennifer's bed. He stretched luxuriously. He had not felt this good ever! He lightly sprang out of bed and stopped, stunned. His chest was bouncing up and down... And this wasn't his room... Girlie stuff was everywhere and in the mirror was Brad's lovely girlfriend, Jennifer. Jennifer! It all came rushing back to him - He was Jennifer! He shook long golden locks from his face and touched this young teen's body. My god! Last night I had sex with Brad. And... it was good. really good! The luscious lips on his new face smiled smugly. He couldn't get enough of me! I was really hot. But he was puzzled. Was he or was he not Tim the Toolman Taylor. He sure didn't look like Tim and his body sure didn't feel like Tim's. Logically he couldn't be Tim but he was convinced he was in his head. He even thought of himself as a he despite the evidence that he was really a she. Tim would never have sex with a boy - let alone his own son! Tim wouldn't have been wearing sexy clothes last night and the pink panties that was all he wore now. Most importantly, Tim Taylor was a man and had a manly dick, and he had two nice firm tits and a pussy now. This is Jennifer's body, therefore I guess, I am Jennifer. After all, it had been Tim and Jill Taylor who had yelled at him last night and Tim who had driven him home. Strange that I should feel like I am Tim. I am so obviously a girl, and not a man. He blushed all over his sexy body thinking about meeting Brad after school yesterday! He still remember the strong young man with his arms wrapped around his soft female form and his dick deep inside him with such steely hardness. No, I can't be Tim. Well at least that's settled. Without thinking much more about it, (thinking was not Tim's forte) he automatically dressed this beautiful body in a mini skirt and tight blouse that showed some cleavage. He wanted to look good for Brad today! High heels went on small feet with painted toenails. Like an expert he recalled the way Jill put on make- up and did the same and headed downstairs. "Young lady you go right upstairs and take off those heels - they're not for school!" Tim whined like a teen " Aww, Mom, all the other girls get to wear them!" "I doubt it! Go right back upstairs and change!" Still whining, the young woman obeyed her mother thinking - "Old people never know how to have any fun!" She shoved her high heels into a purse in her room and grabbed some books from his desk and brought it all back downstairs. The person who was by now convinced she was Jennifer ate a light breakfast - she wanted to keep her cute figure after all - otherwise boys would not be interested in her. She left the house after and found a group of neighborhood kids waiting for the bus. On the bus, her young heart beat faster! There was Brad - looking so very handsome! She giggled and blushed again, recalling what they had done last night and sat down very close to her boyfriend. "Hi, Brad!" she said giggling more. The person in Brad's body was very confused. She was torn - she felt like she was Jill Taylor, thirty eight years old, the mother of three boys, and for the sins of a previous life, married to Tim. But she looked like her son Brad. She had been fed a big breakfast by a person who not only looked like Jill Taylor, Brad's mother, but had certainly acted like her too! Telling her over and over that she was still in deep trouble for the night before. And she nagged Tim about his show like Jill usually did! All the evidence weighed on her like the world on Atlas - she was Brad. Who else could she be. She had decided to talk things over with "Jennifer" this morning and now here was Jennifer acting - being Jennifer - a silly teenage girl after her first night of sex! Am I really Brad, Jill wondered - somehow thinking that I might be his mother - some sort of mental delusion? Logic dictated that exchanging bodies was impossible after all! She felt the warm sexy body press against her and felt her dick rise. Hardly the feeling of a thirty eight year old mother! "Brad" looked around - no one was looking and so he touched Jennifer's tits and she giggled some more and pressed his hand tight against them, covering his hand with her books. "Brad honey, I really enjoyed last night. I hope you still respect me this morning!" Feeling like he was falling through the looking glass, the mind in Brad's body reeled. "Of course I do! " 'Brad' said automatically, Then 'Brad' asked 'Jennifer' "You're not Tim anymore?" She giggled some more. "Oh, that silly game we played last night? Now do I look like a Tim?" For the moment, Jill gave up. It felt great being young and strong with a pretty girl friend and no household responsibilities! If mom says I am Brad - well she should know if she's mom or not - and if Jill says I am Brad and she's Jill - and if Jennifer says she's Jennifer and I'm her boyfriend Brad - well then - what the fuck - I am glad to accept what they say - It's going to be great being Brad! "You sure don't look like my dad!" said Brad, forcibly kissing those inviting soft lips. "You sure don't!" God, he was excited and so was his dick. Jennifer giggled some more and "accidentally" brushed over it. The person in Brad's body knew Brad's schedule since it was written inside all his books, so he knew where to go - Jennifer was in all his classes (she had arranged it deliberately in the fall so she could capture Brad) so the apparent Brad took his beautiful girl friend with him. Both found the classes utterly boring and almost wished they were really grown up and didn't have to go to school! Brad got in trouble for passing a note to Jennifer. Jennifer looked at herself in her cheerleader's costume and grinned smugly - I am one sexy babe! She thought with delight. Her friends kidded her about not remembering all the routine's, but soon she was dancing and cheering with the best of them. It felt so great, thought the person in that lovely body, to be so agile, flexible and so coordinated and so YOUNG! At lunch time, Jennifer dragged Brad behind the bushes and with great emotion, they made out again! Chapter Thirteen -- Things may never be the same again... 'Jill' called out at the Taylor house "Kids, we're home!" No answer. None of the kids are home, probably studying with their friends or at a game. It was weird for Brad to feel a stab of motherly concern. He didn't even miss the game scheduled for the afternoon. "I hope they're all OK!" 'she' said. 'Tim' just grunted. " You worry too much! The excitement of being a big TV star had made 'him' horny and 'he' grabbed Brad's wide ass. "Let's take advantage of our opportunity and go up to our bedroom, wife!" The apparent Jill giggled a little and grew moist down below. Jennifer was so masterful in her new male body, it was becoming a real turn on to his new hormones! Afterwards as they lay panting in each other's arms they both thought - "Hey we are getting really good at this. Finally 'Jill said: "I guess I will get dinner started. The boys will be home any minute and as growing boys they need a lot of food!" Tim grunted 'Not meat loaf!" "OK, not meat loaf!" They looked at the time, almost dinner, and none of the kids were home! "You don't suppose they've run off in our young bodies, do you!" said a worried Brad. Jennifer looked worried too! "If your Dad steals my body, I will kill him! But it's much too soon to panic. Let's call Jennifer's - I mean my house and see if they're there." 'Jill's' lovely head nodded with agreement. Jennifer's father picked up the phone and confirmed that Brad was there studying with Jennifer. Tim asked: "Notice any thing different about your daughter?" 'Jill' slapped his arm. He was so obvious - just like a man! "No, not really - she the same silly girl she's always been " answered Jennifer's loving father. A puzzled married couple stared at each other. 'Tim' grunted "This is too weird for words. Look, forget about preparing dinner - you're a lousy cook anyway!" 'Jill' put her hands on her shapely hips. "I am not!" Tim' grunted. "I'll order Pizza in - you work on the machine to switch us back. This has been fun, but I want to be Jennifer again before your dad steals the best years of my life away from me forever!" 'Jill looked scared." O.K., dear! But first lets go talk to Wilson, he might have some answers about minds and bodies for us. When Mom and Dad are in trouble, they seek him out!" Brad didn't notice how much better his vocabulary was getting. "Wilson!" they both called. Willow approached the fence. "Hello neighbors!" she said. Meanwhile, back in Jennifer's bedroom and this time with the door carefully locked, two teens were going at it again with hot and heavy sex! Jennifer felt life never had seemed so wonderful! As they lay in each other's arms, she snuggled her curvy body up against her strong boyfriend. "Brad, we should really think about getting married." "Huh!" he bolted upright. God she was really moving fast. "We're too young to get married!" She giggled "I know that silly! But in two years we won't be. You do love me and want to marry me, don't you?" Feeling trapped, he answered " Sure Jennifer, I do -" "Then it's all settled!" she cried happily clapping her petite hands together. Getting married just seemed right to the bemused mind behind those blue eyes as if in a way they were already married! "We can go to college together! You'll see - I will make you a wonderful wife!" Just like a woman, thought 'Brad'. She can't think of anything but marriage! Still, being married seemed somehow right. It was worth thinking about. Mark was staring across the table in Shanna's house at himself! 'Mark' grinned back at him. "How's your period?" she asked, very glad to be rid of "the curse". Mark blushed. "Strange, but I'm coping with it! And it was really weird going to school as you, but I kinda liked it you have some great friends. Thanks for beating up the class bully for me! He wont pick on 'Mark' any more after the way you cleaned his clock!" Any time, 'Shanna'! I wasn't gonna let him push you around like that now that I AM you. Of course, that Karate course I took came in handy. I think I took him by surprise. It's a good thing my mother believes in self defense." she said with a gleam in her eye. "I found it great being able to answer questions in class today. I think I got some of your brains." Mark laughed and tossed Shanna's long hair behind his head. "Stands to reason - you have my body, but I think it is confidence as much as anything else. I did OK in class too." Shanna nodded Mark's head. "True, but not as good as me - but then you're just a girl now!" Mark smiled. "So I am. How are you getting along with my folks?" Shanna laughed - "Great! Your family is wonderful - so exciting! Your brother Brad got in real trouble yesterday - he sneaked his girlfriend up to his room and like dweebs they forgot to lock the door! They were having sex when your folks barged in!" Mark blushed. "My family is a mess!" "No, I think they are fun!" "If you say so - I like your folks, they're so quiet and refined." "So boring, you mean!" Mark's pretty new face flushed again. He liked her parents. "They're not that either!" Shanna looked reflectively at Mark. "So you like my folks?" "Sure!" Just then they came in with a French desert and chatted with their daughter and her cute boyfriend. Shanna's mother hoped her daughter wouldn't blow this relationship by being too much of a tom boy! But she had noticed over the past two days that Shanna was acting more refined - more lady like! Maybe her little girl was finally growing up! Back at the back fence at the Taylor house. 'Jill' dredged a shaky memory for the name of his neighbor's niece. "Willow?" she asked. "Where's your Uncle Wilson?" "I know you will find this hard to believe neighbors, but I am the man you know as Wilson. Somehow Willow and I have switched bodies. This is too big a goof for even you, Tim!" he laughed a silvery feminine laugh. "Do you know how much I could sue you or anyone responsible for this for - Millions! But I suspect we caused it ourselves. My niece and I were experimenting with alternated states of consciousness and maybe that's what caused it. Anyway - she's now visiting my exclusive male only club - she always been curious about it and is, of course quite qualified for the club now that she has my body. I am of course working on trading us back, but the temptations of this young body are - well tempting. " Mr. and Mrs. Taylor looked at each other worried. Heidi was dressing for dinner. Her wonderful husband had arranged for a baby sitter for her darling little girl and was taking her out to celebrate her star turn on Tool Time! She looked in the mirror at the incredibly beautiful girl in the sexy, clinging gown and sighed. It is so wonderful being Heidi... being me! She grinned mischievously. I can't wait until we get home - then we can do our celebrating between the sheets. Scott is so virile - she is the luckiest wife on earth! Heidi stood easily in the three inch heels and danced over to give him a kiss. He looked so handsome in his dinner jacket, she was already getting wet! Chapter Fourteen -- We can't both be Heidi... A desperate Heidi just had to talk to her husband, Scott. She had tried to talk to Al after the show that afternoon, telling the stagehand who answered that he wanted to congratulate Heidi on a great show, but Al, inside her wonderful former body, had just chattered away like he was the real Heidi, thanking him for the call about the show. But when "Al" tried to breech the subject of them trying to switch back into their rightful bodies, 'Heidi' had rung off with the often used excuse that she had to pick up her daughter at day care. "Damn!" she thought. Al seems to act more like me every time I talk to her...him. God! I wish I could wring her neck - except that it would be my own neck I'd be wringing. Claire came in and loving kissed him and said she was going shopping and would be back in a few hours. She was so loving, and the only bright spot in what had happened so far but she was no replacement for her husband. "Well," she had to admit after Claire's kiss goodbye left her a little excited, "last night she was a pretty fair replacement, but..." No, this was no time to get sidetracked by "little Al". There were more important things to do...like getting her real body back. Heidi decided it was time to talk to Scott. She knew she could convince him to help her get her body back if she could just get a chance to talk to him alone. If Al was keeping to her schedule, the false Heidi would be picking up her daughter from day care and Scott would sometimes stop off and have a beer with friends at work before going home. The former Heidi went over to Scott's favorite water hole, Killions Rest - a bunch of Trekkers in their twenties hung out there. Heidi sniffled. She use to be twenty-one a few weeks ago, and now she was a man of thirty-eight years! She was enough to be her own father! There was Scott in the bar, as handsome as ever, but strangely she felt none of the usual sexual thrill at seeing him! Damn this body, anyway, Heidi thought. I hate being a man! "Oh, hello Al! " said Scott pleasantly, spotting his wife's co-worker heading his way in the bar.. "I didn't know you were a Trekker, too?" "Oh - no, I'm just thirsty after a hard day's work at the studio." They chatted about Tool Time for a while and Heidi stood her former husband a beer. "How's the home life, Scott, I haven't talked much with Heidi since she visited me after my accident. How's she been? Gotten bitchy on you or giving you the colder shoulder (I Hope!)" said 'Al' with a sad little laugh in his voice. Scott laughed heartily and gave him a manly slap on the back. "Heidi bitchy - the cold-shoulder! You've got to be kidding, Al. That's not my Heidi! She's the sexiest, loveliness woman in the world. To tell you the truth, I was worried - she fainted a few weeks ago - might have been the same night as your accident. Ever since then, she been sexier than ever! She used to turn me down occasionally when she was tired or afraid of disturbing the baby! But not any more - now Heidi just can't wait to hop into bed... and the sex is better than ever! Funny thing though, her cooking has improved too! Yep, I guess I'm the luckiest guy in the world these days! Say, Al, Heidi tells me that Claire called her and said you're living with her and making an another go of it. Claire's a lovely woman - I guess we're both a couple of lucky guys!" Scott punched 'Al' playfully in the arm. Heidi may be a guy now, but she hardly considered herself lucky. Al was the lucky one, getting her body and life and leaving her with this old body. The fat on the male forearm absorbed the blow that would have knocked Heidi in her former body right on her ass! But the blow to her self-esteem hurt much more. Scott doesn't even know I'm gone. He likes Al better that me in my body. In a state of shock, Heidi said goodbye and wondered out into the cold. She wondering what to do now! No sense trying to tell Scott the truth! No way would he believe it! He'd probably put him in an insane asylum, and Heidi was beginning to think she belonged there. God! I am just going to kill Al! How dare she! He! Whatever... Tim - I've got to find Tim... its got to be something he's done! Its got to be! Heidi steeled herself - if necessary she would beat the truth out of Tim. And she had the manly fists to do it with now. She just had to get her body back! Her lovely, happy, secure life seemed to be slipping away faster and faster. The conversation with her former husband had been so shattering! Claire was warm and loving but she didn't want to be stuck as a middle aged fat man for the rest of her life! She got in Al's car and drove over to the Taylor home. The door opened and Shanna stared at 'Al through Mark's eyes. It was a rather blank stare. Then she smiled, she recognized him from the episodes of Tool Time Mark's father had "invited" her to watch a few weekends ago. "Oh, hi - Mr. um... Al. Here to see Mr. Ta... um... my dad?" "Sure am!" "Hey Dad, Al wants to see you!" he yelled forcefully. Heidi didn't know Mark well enough to be surprised at his behavior. Tim came downstairs looking as stupid as ever, thought Heidi. God, he just had to know something about the body switch - he's just got to! "Tim, the night that Heidi collapsed and I had my accident, were you fooling around with something or trying to boost the power to some crazy machine?" Heidi waited. Tim was a terrible liar and she could always see right through him! She would know if he was telling the truth. Jennifer was frightened. She remembered what Willow... Mr. Wilson had said about million dollar lawsuits. If Brad couldn't fix the machine she might not only be an old man but she might be sued for something she didn't do and so, with guilelessness she had developed to deal with parents and boyfriends, she looked 'Al' right in the eye and said sincerely... "Nope!" She had an inspiration from the highlight films from Tool Time she had watched earlier. "My last invention was bought for good money by the drilling company and you sure would have heard the noise as the floor disappeared if I still had it around!" Heidi started crying. Her hope had all but fled. Tim didn't act like he was lying! He didn't shuffle his feet, he didn't look guiltily away, and he didn't grunt and change the subject! Tim was telling her the truth! "Are you all right, Al? If you're still not feeling well because of your accident...?" 'Al' said, " I guess not. I better go home and take a nap. So sorry to have bothered you, Tim." Al needed to get home to Claire! He needed someone to comfort him. Chapter Fifteen -- Being You Is Quite A Temptation . . . . So the person who was, very reluctantly, Al Borland drove his large Oldsmobile to Claire's house. If she had to be stranded in a male body, she would rather spend his time with Claire instead of his monstrous mother. When she saw Al's face, Claire rushed to embrace him. "Al needs me so much!" she thought with satisfaction, "and he is so sensitive and caring now! The accident has really changed him for the better! I'm so glad I was able to get him away from the horrible fat monster of a mother!" The former Heidi thought of Claire and felt some of her masculine parts begin to swell. Sex was so strange as a man, she had to be the aggressor, feeling something so soft become so hard. The climax was explosive - Heidi needed release from her tensions so much! Claire was a wonderful woman! How could the fussy Al turn his back on such a loving, intelligent, caring woman to go back to living with that monster of a mother!? Claire fell asleep contentedly in his arms. She really enjoyed playing the comforter - she felt so loved and needed. Ex-Heidi stared awake at the ceiling wondering, "What am I going to do? I've lost my body, my husband, my baby - fuck my entire life! What am I going to do? Am I doomed to be Al Borland the rest of his - my - life. He looked at Claire. Thank God I have her - otherwise I don't know what I might do! As soon as Heidi could, she had searched the tool time set - nothing there which could have possibly caused such a horrible body switch! Everything looked normal - even to the mounted thank you notes Tim had gotten from Hospitals and doctors throughout the years, as well as plaques from safety organizations thanking Tim for the "realistically faked accidents"! Every morning, Al's ugly old face was in the mirror instead of her beautiful sexy youthful face! Damn Al! He was living my wonderful life and I'm in the trash heap he made of his, Claire excepted of course. The new Heidi was so happy she and Scott had just made love for the third time that night! Wow! Life was wonderful. She had been worried when her husband had mentioned he had run into Al at the bar. Had that jealous used-to-be spilled the beans? Had he made himself believed? But Heidi was happy to find out the gist of the conversation and was so pleased and proud that Scott liked - nay loved him better than the former Heidi! Life was good! She felt like she was on top of the world. "Fuck!" said the body of Jill Taylor. There was still some short in the system, Brad thought, working on his father's contraption. Unconsciously he tugged his bra, which was pinching his soft flesh, away from the breasts he had inherited from his mother. Maybe he could figure out where the short was in the morning - everything was swimming before his eyes. Brad, was getting worried. Suppose I can't get it fixed, will I be stuck as my mom forever? It was a chilling thought! I could always ask my dad for help - the thought chilled him - his dad's help! God only knew who they would end up as next if he helped! Maybe the dog across the street or even the new baby down the road... the imagination boggled. Maybe Wilson could help, or I could always call Al - but I would be so embarrassed if he found out I was in my Mom's body. He would never stop laughing at me. Brad giggled a little. Jennifer and I pulled off one of the great April fool gags of the century! Mom and dad really believe they are us. God it was so great to tear into her when she got back late from Jennifer's. I screamed at 'Brad' "Why didn't you call, young man, your father and I were frantic!" 'Brad' had looked so guilty and had stammered an intelligible reply! "I can't believe how irresponsible you are, Brad! You're still in trouble from last night - your father and I are still in a state of shock, you promised to be more responsible and then you don't even call when you are late!" "Sorry Mom" 'Brad' had stammered. "I guess I just wasn't thinking! Please don't ground me!" he pleaded. This had been so cool to have his mother groveling to him like he had to do so often! This is my finest hour, Brad thought. Mark had made it even better by teasing who he thought was his brother! Mark was getting a wicked wit! Then Brad worried his mom would surface when he had burned the dinner, but 'Brad' had just taken it for further proof that he really was Jill Taylor! Jennifer and he had sent 'Brad' to his room right after dinner and Mom went like a lamb, whining about how parents didn't understand teens! She really was convinced she was Brad! Perhaps a little TOO convinced. They needed to swap back soon. He was already paying attention to commercials for feminine hygiene products on the TV Brad didn't know how attractive his female body looked wearing a mischievous grin as he walked Jill's body back into the house. But Jennifer did! 'He' grabbed the attractive woman - 'his wife' and kissed her. Brad's hormones pumped and 'she' found herself thrilled that she could inspire such impulsiveness and grew wet, while Jennifer felt so strong and manly and grunted with excitement as his dick grew hard yet again. Arm in arm, they mounted the stairs and, after locking the bedroom door, each other. In Mark's body, Shanna laughed as 'he' heard the moans and yells of excitement from Tim and Jill's room. It was good to see parents who openly had the hots for each other! Shanna's own parent's were so refined that sometimes Shanna had sometimes wondered if they had adopted her! He just loved Mark's family and Mark's life. It was great being a guy! It was great not to be told to act more like a little lady! It was great not to have the curse. Mark liked being her a well. Shanna smiled a wicked smile with his new lips! I wonder if I can talk Mark into a permanent change. He sure looked hot wearing my new mini skirt and boots! And Shanna had sure loved the excitement of the good night kiss he had given to Mark! The young woman had felt so wonderful in his arms! 'Brad' was up in his room dreaming of Jennifer! What a sexy babe and she couldn't get enough sex! It was like a dream come true for a horny teen like me! Then a frown darken the handsome young face. Mom is sure a bitch! God, I wish she would lighten up! It was so funny that at one time I had this weird fantasy that I might be her!" Brad thought and shuddered. "God! What a horrible thought to be a wife and mother and so old! "I just wish I could get all those images of Mom's naked body in a mirror out of my mind. Brrrr... I don't ever want to be that old again. " He started lifting weights, dreaming of seeing his sexy girl friend tomorrow! He could hardly wait! 'Jennifer' was admiring her gorgeous body in her full length mirror. "I am so damn hot, I need a fire extinguisher!" she thought with immense satisfaction. Brad is wrapped around my little finger! I will get him to marry me for sure! I hope I'm the first girl in the class to walk down the aisle. The other girls will be just green! She giggled. Then her lovely eyes grew starry-eyed and Jennifer dreamed of walking down the aisle in the most beautiful white wedding gown. Her whole life seemed to stretch before her like a wonderful dream! I am so lucky to me, she thought - once again admiring the beautiful girl in the mirror. The former Jennifer was grunting manfully in the throes of passion! He felt so strong and manly! His wife was giggling with delight and jiggling from the lovemaking position they were experimenting with. Sex was all so new to Jennifer and Brad, but they were determined to learn with all the enthusiasm their middle aged bodies could offer. Chapter Sixteen -- Fixing a hole in the ocean... Wilson stared at his new youthful niece's body reflected in the mirror! "I haven't felt so wonderful in ages!" he thought. Wilson had secretly gone shopping down at the mall as he felt Willow really didn't dress well. She didn't show off her youth and beauty, and always wore baggy pants and shirts despite being quite svelte. The new outfit made the most of his charming new curves. The door bell rang. Wondering who that might be as it was rare for him to have visitors, for the first time Wilson somehow realized how lonely his life was. A handsome young man stood in the doorway and he came inside in a rush and kissed Wilson passionately. Wilson was surprised to find his new, young body responding to the liplock despite the reservations his male ego had about the contact. It was Ted, Willow's boyfriend. "I missed you tremendously, Willow! So when I had a chance to come to Detroit I jumped at it! I'm here for the night! I booked a hotel room in case your uncle objects to me staying with you overnight. Hey, is that a new outfit? You look great! Lets go out to dinner!" Wilson was quite taken with the way the man had with words. He loved the compliment about his new dress. Wilson recalled the truism - its easy to resist anything, but temptation! He found himself saying - "Let me leave a note for my - uncle. " Wilson scribbled that he was going out to the University Library to see if he could track down any clues as to why they switched bodies. His new "boyfriend's" hand felt secure in his new one! Wilson hadn't been so excited in years! His felt strange walking in heels with his purse bumping against his hips. The food Ted had ordered for them both was the type he usually hated - full of fat and rich sauces, but it tasted fantastic and he found himself really having a good time as the wine flowed. 'God, the young man was so hot looking', he found himself thinking. Willows emotions and feelings must remain with the body, he thought. 'God! I want him so bad my panties are actually getting wet!' After dinner, they went back to Ted's hotel room and was the sex ever good - much better than he ever had before as Wilson! Willow's - my body is so sensuous and so YOUNG! They fell asleep in each others arms - after making love three times. In the morning they had breakfast in bed and Wilson giggled as the newly acquired boyfriend went at it again. "Stop!" Wilson protested weakly and flirtatious - urging Ted on. All too soon, Ted had to leave. He kissed 'Willow' goodbye passionately and the young lips sighed hungrily for more life and love! "Hurry back home, Willow! Why don't just go home and pack - wouldn't you rather spend time with me than with your boring old uncle." "Yes, I think I would. You're right, his life is boring and sterile!" Wilson looked in the mirror once again. That youthful, well-laid woman is me now - I'm Willow. I'm a lovely young woman with my whole life in front of me. Now I can conceive children, something my late wife couldn't do." Wilson thought. Now there was a second, less intellectual, more active life stretching temptingly before her! Ted loved her so much! A marriage proposal was just around the corner instincts in this female body told Wilson. Wilson stared at Willow's suitcase. All she had to do was go home, pack it, and get to the airport - use Willow's return ticket. That's all - no one could stop her from a brand new life! All she had to do was take it. Simply take it. Claire felt she needed to strike while the iron was sizzling before Al's mother had a chance to regroup. No fat old woman was going to get the best of her this time. She had comforted Al - did it ever feel good to have a man again! It made her feel so feminine again and so needed and she loved the sex she was getting almost every day from Al. It was almost like she was a teenager again! Al was so much better in bed than he used to be! She had saved poor Al from his dreadful mother after his near death experience. So Claire called up her cousin, a circuit judge, and he agreed to marry them and smooth over the paper work. Al was manipulated into agreeing - he was so afraid of being alone now and so they were married that night using the marriage license from the busted ceremony. Heidi was stunned, now could she have agreed to this - it was madness, but life with Claire if she had to be Al was certainly better than life without Claire - the woman did love him! 'Al' shook his head to clear it. Jennifer walked the body of Tim Taylor over to her loving 'wife' who was underneath the sensor panel working on another short in the machine they were convinced was the force behind their mysterious body switch. She couldn't help but notice the way 'Jill' looked under the machine was very similar to the way she looked last night in the master bedroom when they were engaged in another bout of thrilling sex. The daily love sessions were beginning to take their toll on Jennifer though. When Brad wanted to do it a second time, her middle aged male body wouldn't...perform! Jennifer had never been so embarrassed in her short life as a man. She was seriously considering getting some of that Viagra stuff if it happened again tonight. She would be quite happy if she could get her real body back today. She wanted to be young and female again and be the one to wear lingerie again and not have to worry about 'performing' anymore. She wanted to have someone perform for her instead. She wanted to be the one to get multiple orgasms now that she knew how good sex could be. She missed being a girl! Brad was finishing up the repairs to the sensor array. He was reasonably certain the strange machine would work again, but he knew he had a lot to learn about repairing machines. He may be in the body of a college graduate, but he had never even graduated high school yet. He could use the help of someone older and wiser than he really was, but his dad thought he was a girl now and would be no help. He was also worried about his Mom. His parents actually believed they were really himself and Jennifer. He was really gonna get it when they got their bodies back and they realized how much he had fooled them. Still, it would be better than spending the rest of his life as his own mother, no matter how nice her body could feel at times. Not to mention he had found a calendar his mother kept in her bedroom which noted that a period was scheduled to start in a few days, and he didn't want to stay in this body and find out what that part of womanhood was like. He'd rather remain ignorant about his mother's period, thank you very much. It was strange enough going to the bathroom every day with her body. It was definitely time to make the switch back to his nice and firm male body if he could get his mother to give it back to him. God! What if she kept it and ran away. That was surely a scary thought! He might really be stuck as 'Jill Taylor' mother of three! His mom was sure enjoying being him he thought resentfully! Maybe she liked being Brad too much... Meanwhile Brad and Jennifer's bodies, housing the souls of Jill and Tim Taylor, were making out hot and heavy in the back seat of her father's car in her garage. They would be busy for a long time with all the teenage hormones at their disposal. It was so great to be young and in love! How could they have ever thought for a moment they were OLD and the opposite sex? Chapter Seventeen -- Heidi got a call from the producer of Tool Time asking her when "Al" would be ready to return to work. Al's body felt as adequate as a older male body could be expected to feel to the young woman trapped within it. Heidi told her boss he would be in to work Monday morning. She had to make a living if she was to be stuck living Al Borland's life. She knew she had to find a way back to her life as Heidi soon or she would go mad and have to BE Al in her mind soon to maintain any sense of sanity. The tortures of everyday working with 'Heidi' and seeing her former beautiful body moving, breathing with another person inside, living her life, loving her husband and child - would drive her mad. He told Claire he didn't want to back to work on Tool time! God! I am thinking of myself as a male again! I've got to stop that, she told herself. So Claire pulled some strings and got her husband a job selling dental supplies - the company was delighted to get him. He was famous and likable - most of the supplies were bought by dentist assistants - who were female and Al tested high on being reliable, cute and cuddly and trustworthy. He seemed to relate well with he feminine psyche. Heidi was stunned. It looked like she would make twice as much money as AL did on tool time - and three times as much as she did when she was Heidi! BUT she wouldn't have taken millions to trade bodies and lives with Al! To add to Heidi's woe's and feelings of Anger he got a phone call from the new Heidi! "I'm sorry, you wont be coming back, Al!" bubbled the warm young voice. " I'll miss you!" The new Heidi was sorry - really. It would have been kinda cool to watch Al being jealous of her youth and beauty. The thought was catty and feminine - Al was adjusting very well. "Sure you will 'Heidi'!" said 'Al' with heavy irony! Inspired, he turned on a tape recorder. "You might show a little remorse - how can you steal my body and life like this?" The lovely faced flushed. " I don't know what you are talking about, Al. Your coma must have effected your mind!" Al had decided long ago that she would act as if the switch had never occurred and she were always Heidi, no matter what! Sighing Heidi put down the tape recorder. She had hoped to get the evil impostor to admit she wasn't Heidi. But Al was too sly! She didn't think Tim was responsible anymore, and she knew of no one else to blame. That meant it must be some sort of act of God. She knew of no religion which could help her pray to whatever gods might have done this to her, and she knew she needed the help of someone wiser than she to figure it all out. The smartest, and wisest man she knew was, strangely enough, a neighbor of Tim's. If anyone could help her find her way back into her own body it was Wilson. Even though Heidi knew it would torture, she drove by her old house on the way to her new job. She saw her beautiful, wonderful body walking down the road with her baby girl in a stroller. Damn, but she used to be so beautiful and so graceful and now Al had it all. She saw the body stealer lean over with her long beautiful hair falling in lovely waves and embrace the baby girl with a loving, maternal hug. As much as she wanted to slam on the brakes and hug her baby to her breast, she knew it wasn't possible. Her daughter probably wouldn't even recognize her in the male body she inhabited now. And she had no breasts to hug her to. Well, Al's upper chest was a bit flabby but it was hardly the same thing. It was not the same thing at all. Her new male body possessed a few interesting aspects her other one lacked, but it hardly matched the wonderful curves and sensitive skin she had grown up with. Heidi had to admit she liked the feeling Al's body gave her when his manhood slid into Claire's comfy vagina, but he would give it all up to be on the receiving end again with his husband. HER husband! God, there she went again. I am not a man! I am a woman trapped in a man's body! Heidi cried some more - knowing it was Al in that beautiful young body who was now receiving Scott's love. She shook the bearded head that she hated and continued on. The new Heidi looked up and saw the car leave. "Good!" she thought. Why can't Al just leave me alone! He needs to get over his jealousy and live his own life and let me live mine! I didn't ask for this life but I certainly can't be blamed for making the best of the cards I was dealt in whatever cosmic card game we played. She pranced down the street happily aware that every man in the neighborhood was getting hard. For her! Her handsome husband would be home soon and it would be time for the babies nap. Heidi's sweet, wonderful pussy grew moist at the thought. She was so happy to be so young and feminine and horny! At school, Mark's bouncy walk and smile was infectious. Was he ever happy - everyone liked him now and said 'Hi' - it was super being Shanna. Her folks were so interesting. Now there wasn't pressure on him to be Macho - to be a man. In fact, it was the last thing on their minds. They took him to the symphony and Mark loved it. Shanna snickered when he told her and said "Better you than me, sister." She also laughed about how hot and heavy her new folks were about sex, which Mark had always found embarrassing. Mark was amused to find that Shanna's forceful personality had gained 'Mark' more respect from the boys and he noticed some of the girls eyeing 'Mark' with more interest. Well he wasn't going to put up with that and the girls backed off when he made his claim on his former body crystal clear. They knew Shanna was someone not to be trifled with! Mark enjoyed his new reputation among the girls. He and Shanna had a good laugh together! No one suspected for a minute they were not who they appeared to be. Shanna kissed Mark after school until he was dizzy and she got him to agree to stay the way they were forever - even if they found a way of getting back. Shanna loved being Mark and a guy - maybe someday she would - no HE would be president and 'Shanna' would be a gracious first lady! Wouldn't that be a hoot! As for Brad he - no she would have done anything to please her boyfriend! She didn't want to risk losing him! She loved Shanna no matter what she looked like. But she had rapidly begun to enjoy seeing his firm, muscular, manly, if still a bit boyish, body. Besides, she liked her new life much better than the old one! She did get a commitment out of the new Mark that they would go steady for ever and ever! 'Brad' and Jennifer found school boring and in Jennifer's case it. was worse than boring. Jennifer flunked an English test and was in tears about it! Brad was nice though the way he held her and listened to her complain that the bitchy teacher just hated her because she was so much prettier and younger. At least she was a hit in the auto shop class. Her teacher was amazed at the way she had suddenly taken to the class. She was now helping him out by taking over the class while he ran out for a smoke. It looked like a certain "A" in one class for sure for Jennifer! Heidi pulled into Wilson's driveway after checking out the new job. Wilson had to know some strange way to swap spirits back, he just had to know! Maybe he had picked up some clues to spirit swapping from his lengthy journeys through the Orient and the rest of the world. Heidi would sit through a dozen of his boring lectures if necessary, if it meant a chance to regain her original, wonderful body. If it didn't work, life as Al Borland loomed in the future as her fate. Already she felt trapped - She was engaged to Claire! She just found out from a happy wife when they met for lunch at a fancy restaurant that 'he' was going to be a father! She ran to the door and knocked on it. A teary-eyed Wilson opened the door. "Wilson! Are you all right?" The sight of a man in tears threw her for a loss. Heidi led him to the couch and they sat down. As much as she wanted his aid, he obviously needed help first. "Tell me what's wrong, Wilson." Wilson turned to him and the tears flowed again. He spoke in a hushed voice. "I wish he could, Mr. Borland, but he can't." He waved a notepad around. "He left me a message. I'm his niece, Willow! I know how hard that is to believe, but it's the truth, I swear. Somehow we swapped bodies. I've been pretty confused since but I thought we were dealing with it pretty well. When I got up this morning, he was gone. All my clothes are gone. He took my body and left me stuck with his... I don't know what to do. I don't want to be my Uncle for the rest of my life..." Willlow's eyes started to blink rapidly again and more tears flowed out uncontrollably as he collapsed on the couch. Heidi was ready to cry hysterically herself. This was her last hope and she had arrived too late. She was going to be stuck as Al the rest of her life. Chapter Eighteen Ports in a storm The apparent Tim and Jill Taylor walked over to Wilson's and saw the strange sight of two grown men crying! Needing someone to confide in, 'Al' and 'Wilson' tell their tragic tale. Opened mouth with surprise, Brad and Jennifer realize the people inside the Taylor house were not the only ones involved in swapping bodies! "Guys, I'm really Brad, not my Mom!!!" says Jill, excitedly. Strange how women can talk faster than men! Jennifer resentfully thought about her current spouse. "... And I'm really Jennifer, Brad's girl friend! I just look like Tim Taylor." She said, tapping her flat chest for emphasis. "Yeah, guys... er... girls... whatever, it was my dad's crazy new machine that did all this to us! They are inside our bodies now. My dad is Jennifer and my Mom is me!" Despite themselves, Heidi and Wilson smiled at the incongruous picture of Macho Tim Taylor, the Toolman, as a giggling teenage girl in a cheerleader's uniform! "What do they think of it all? Becoming teenagers and the opposite sex, that is?" asked Heidi. 'Jill' and 'Tim' looked at each other and their faces blushed with embarrassment. "Well - they kind of think they're us!" Brad said. "What???" Willow and Heidi both asked, astonished. "Yeah!" said Jennifer in Tim's manly voice. "We were so mad when we found them having sex -- taking our virginity instead of us -- that we pretended to be them as if nothing had happened and they bought it." "They sure did." Brad added, "It's been kinda of fun bossing my Mom around and hearing her complain that parents don't understand!" Willow sounded eerily like her Uncle Wilson to the others, as she said reflectively, "I guess it makes sense - if everyone treated you like you were the body you were inside of, and if the other person in your real body convinced you that they were the same as ever - and if you were rather weak-minded to begin with (they all thought of Tim, hearing this), then I guess you would have to begin to think you were that person to stay sane with all the evidence against you." Heidi shuddered. "I wonder what I would have thought if Al in my body had denied being Al! It's bad enough he pretends he's me now with everyone else. With all the world insisting I was a Borland, would I have just given up and thought I was Al! It's a scary thought!" Suddenly, a young woman entered Wilson's back yard. "Hi Di Ho, neighborino's! If I heard you correctly, none of us are as we appear to be! Any ideas how we get back to normal, people?" her cultured feminine voice inquired. They all turned to see 'Willow' with her suitcases as a cab pulled away down the street. "Uncle Wilson!" cried Willow. "You came back with my body!" She ran into her own arms held out by Wilson. "I couldn't do it to you, dear Willow. It was all so tempting, I must tell you! But as I sat in the airport and thought, I realized that I have lived my whole life with a set of standards I hold myself up to. It was well said 'What does it benefit a man to gain the whole world if he loses his soul.' If I would have taken your life and body away from you... I would have lost my soul. I will do my best to give your beautiful young body back to you, but I am not sure yet how we can accomplish this." Four people at once tried to tell him what they had been through since turning into someone else. Brad finally used his best impression of his mother's authoritative tones, made all the more impressive by him using her vocal cords to issue the words, and told them all to go into the garage and look at the machine. It seemed to gleam with sinister import. "Let's see what we have here..." said Wilson and they grinned to see the young lady roll up the sleeves on her dress. "You've done a fine job, Brad. The damage looks very well repaired." Jill's pretty face glowed with the compliment Brad received. "I'll just reinforce a few wires and rewire a few circuits and we will be ready for the great switcheroo later tonight. How, the question becomes, can we be sure that we will get put back into the right bodies?" That brought them up short. "It's been boy -- girl all along the line of exchanges so it suggests the male and female bodies are like positive/negative poles." said Wilson, deep in thought. "Perhaps if we hugged our real bodies, Uncle Wilson?" "Excellent suggestion, Willow! Propinquity might just do the trick! Now it remains to insure everybody gets to the garage tonight and then we throw the switch." "What's propin... whatever she - er - he said?" Jennifer asked, looking like a convincingly dense Tim. 'Jill' thought for a moment and said "I'll tell 'Brad' to be sure and bring Jennifer home with him after school -- that we want to talk to them about forgiving them about that night." Jennifer grunted her masculine approval. "I will be so glad to be inside my pretty little girl's body again! Tim can have this old male body back for sure!" "I just hope they don't ground us forever!" groaned Brad with his mother's voice. "Maybe we can give ourselves a parental pardon first!" Heidi danced Al's plump body about with nervous energy. "Hey! You're all forgetting about me! Al doesn't want to swap back! He's stealing my body and life -- how do we handle that?" Jennifer grunted. "Got an idea here. I just call 'Heidi' up and tell her to be over at eight as I want to discuss the new format of the show with her now that "Al" here plans to leave the show." 'Al' embraced "Tim", then they pushed each other away. This behavior was too unmanly for their current male bodies natural instincts to accept. "Another thing, neighbors," said Wilson. "We need to make sure that no unaffected people are present. So we need to get Randy and Mark out of the way." "I'll tell them we need to talk to Mark privately about that night, and send them to visit their girlfriends!" said Brad with a disturbing amount of motherly firmness and concern. He had to remind himself the boys were his brothers, and not his children. "That seems to cover it all!" said Willow. "Thanks, Unc, for coming back! " They embraced. 'Tim' grunted, embarrassed from all the emotion. "I'll call Heidi now." "Helloooo! Heidi here!" said a melodically charming voice on the other end of the phone line. 'Heidi' was playing with her baby and both their loud giggles could be heard over the phone. The group in the Taylor house all looked at each other, puzzled that she seemed so normal. 'Al' burned with jealous fury. 'Heidi' readily agreed with 'Tim Taylor's' request to be there at eight, saying her husband Scott would be glad to watch their baby. Al's homely bearded face wept with hope. "Well, I'll be back about 7:30. I better get home. Claire worries about me so much since the coma. If it weren't for her, I might have gone mad from this identity exchange" Again, they all looked at each other in confusion as he left. As Wilson and Brad got to work, Jennifer and Willow grinned to see two dainty females working on the big, oily machine. Willow pulled Jennifer aside and told her that she wished her women's education group could see this sight. At a convenient break, 'Jill' called the school and Brad was marched into the principles office wondering 'What the fuck have I done now!' He was red- faced with embarrassment. His Mom had called him out of his classes! But then he got worried, maybe his dad had finally met the accident he couldn't walk away from and even now was playing the great Tool Time stage in the sky! His heart almost broke with the thought of Tim Taylor hurt or dead. "Is dad dead?" he asked. "What?" answered 'his mother's voice.' "NO, dear, dad is fine. It's just that I want to make sure you and Jennifer are here - - both of you -- at 8 tonight. Your father and I want to talk to both of you about your disgusting behavior the other night." Brad flushed. He kinda hoped they would let it slide or forget about it. "Aww, -- gee Mom! Do we have to!" "Yes, you do, young man!" said Brad, playing the Mom for all it was worth! It might be his last time to be the boss! "Your father and I are ready to forgive you for that night so don't be late!" "I will cook a nice meal for us all." added 'Jill', hanging up. Wilson, Willow, and Jennifer all looked at each other. Brad wasn't known for his culinary expertise. "Carryout!" they said with one voice. "Jill's" face flushed. "Brad, I'm sure you are a fine chef, but we have to finish fixing the machine. That's where you need to direct your efforts!" Wilson said in Willow's soft tones. ********** When he got home, Shanna, inside Mark's body, heard voices and eased open the garage door slightly. He found out what was going on with the people in the garage. He was relieved that they hadn't discovered that Mark and he had switched bodies as well. 'I guess I should tell Mark, but we've already agreed we want to live as each other.' So 'Mark Taylor' did as his Father requested and went to his girlfriend's house. Glad to get away from the confusion of the past week, Randy left the house soon after as well. The new Shanna Mark had become was so glad to see him, the old Shanna now known as Mark felt guilty receiving her special attentions and kisses. The New Mark looked around his old home and his so very polite and proper folks and thought - I was a coo-coo bird in this nest! Mark fits right into my old life. Her former mother came up and smiled. "Mark, don't you think our little Shanna is turning into a real lady?", her Mom said. I guess we have you to thank for her sudden interest in the dresses we've bought her. It looks like her tomboy phase is finally over. 'Shanna' flushed a little from the praise and looked out of the corner of her eyes at her boyfriend. "I think she is simply wonderful, Mrs. Laclede! Shanna's parents beamed with pleasure. Their 'tomboy' girl had a steady boyfriend and they felt they could stop worrying so much about her as long as she enjoyed being a girl. 'Heidi' checked her appearance in the mirror and smiled with pleasure. It was still such a rush to see such a beautiful girl in the glass instead of a fat middle aged man who lived at home with a horrible mother. She had been so glad to hear from Claire that Al and she had married. 'Maybe the old guy will get off my back and let me live my life now -- and I do want him to be happy.' She tickled her baby daughter who gurgled happily and gave a searing good-bye kiss to her husband. He whispered "I'll have a surprise for you later!" "You better!" she giggled and skipped out the door. Claire was cuddling with her husband. They just finished some great sex and she was so happy! Al seemed to know a woman's body so well! He was the best lover she had ever had. What a surprise from the first months of their relationship! "Darling, are you sure you have to go to Tim and Jill's tonight? I worry about you being out so late?" A guilty Heidi patted her wife's hand. 'I feel so bad... I married this woman and now I am abandoning her to the original Al.' Heidi thought to herself. 'In a way though, she did marry him, and she certainly thinks she is married to Al so it should be OK. Al better treat her right, though, or else!" "I'll be fine, dear!" He tried to make a joke. "It's not as if I will be helping Tim do Tool Time tonight, that's where the real danger lay. And they do want to say good-bye to me. We did the show for eight years after all!" Claire laughed. "That's true. I am glad you left the show, though. I worry so much about you being around Tim and his accidents!" (And around that beautiful Heidi - she could steal almost any man with just a smile!) Claire thought to herself. (Not that a beautiful girl, happily married to a gorgeous guy, would be interested in my Al - and she WAS the one who got us together -- it's just that I don't want him looking at such a lovely girl all day long and then thinking that I'm not as pretty and sexy as Heidi when he gets home!) ********** Brad and Jennifer were kissing desperately in her room. Who knew what dreadful thing Brad's folks would do to them? They could forbid them to ever see each other again. It could happen! Just look at poor Romeo and Juliet! Jennifer was so frightened that they might tell her folks! She could be grounded forever! So with their hearts in their mouths, the two nervous teens headed over to the Taylor's. Wilson sat back in Willow Lithe body. "You know neighbors, this is like the end of Moby Dick." He finished the final adjustments to Tim's mind- swapping device and looked at the mix-up group of people. They all looked blankly at him. "Of course you remember - Melville structured his great novel so that the whole world seems to come together in the hunt for the White whale. Well, its the same with us here -- we are coming together to regain our selves in a desperate struggle of man against the prenatural." They all mumbled agreement - everyone wondering what the hell Wilson was really talking about. Chapter Nineteen - the puzzle is finished but some pieces are missing... At seven thirty, Heidi in Al's fat body arrived with hope in his heart. Maybe he soon would be inside his lovely body again. Despite his worries, he laughed seeing and hearing 'Jill' lecturing two sullen teens. Wilson, inside Willow's nubile young body, came out of the garage. She motioned him and the others over, out of sight and hearing of the 'son' and 'girl friend.' "Rationally, my misplaced friends, we are all set. However, I examined the fuse box and noticed some scorching. Knowing our 'a little more or even a lot more power won't hurt' Toolman, I have boosted the power input and output to what I consider dangerous levels. Still, that will probably put us under the likely energy levels Tim chose to use, but it's the best I can do to give us ANY safety margin." 'Al' swallowed nervously. "I suggest you hide, Heidi..." said Willow in Wilson's body with a smile on her uncle's face, "until we are ready!" So 'Al' went into the garage and stared at the machine that almost killed him and stole his former life! Heidi wanted to kick it, but restrained her masculine impulses. The thing that needed to be kicked, and kicked hard, was Tim. Unknown to Heidi, Wilson and the rest were talking about 'Al'. Wilson, especially, was uneasy. Heidi had sounded so normal and so together, and her baby surely would have noticed a different mother. Children have a keen sixth sense, he told the others. And Al had married Claire! Would Heidi have done that? They wondered if they could take what Al said at face value. Why hadn't he said anything sooner? They were frankly worried. What if Al was really Al and they would be helping him steal Heidi's body? He could just be delusional after his coma and picking up on their own, all too real, body exchanges. "The Mind is a relatively unknown area." Wilson pointed out. "Look how easily Tim and Jill were persuaded to become the identity of the bodies they presently occupy." Wilson had brought his home made lie detector over and they all agreed that if there was any doubt after Heidi arrived, they would ask Al and Heidi to take a test to see who was telling the truth. At five minutes to eight the apparent Heidi arrived, and she was very suspicious when she saw Al's Oldsmobile which had carelessly been left visible by the current 'Al'. 'I wonder if jealous Al is trying to convince them he's me!' she thought. As a precaution, she took a tranquilizer to remain calm. If she had suspected the machine that had switched them around was there and ready to be used, she would have run for the hills. 'Heidi' came in looking happy, beautiful, and very sexy in a mini skirt, tight blouse and high heeled boots. She walked in the feminine paraphernalia as if born wearing them. She saw all the people gathered and said: "What's going on?" Wilson cleared his nieces throat. "It seems that the truth is out! We know you are Al Borland and not really the fair Heidi!" 'Al' burst into the group. "Yes, Al, give me back my body! You bitch! You body thief! " Heidi placed her hand over her bosom and laughed! "Is this some sort of a joke? Do I look like Al Borland to any of you? He's right there in front of you, for crying out loud! What is this, the practical joke episode of Tool Time? Where are the cameras?" They all looked at each other, remembering other matters like Al getting married. "How could you of all people believe such an impossibility?" said 'Heidi' to the older man she mistook to be Wilson. "It's not impossible - the group you see before you, and two teens in the bedrooms upstairs, have all switched bodies with each other. " "You're kidding me! And you all actually believe this?" When she saw that they were serious, she asked, "When did this happen?" "Three days ago!" said 'Jill' "My father was messing around with his stupid machine in the garage and did this to us -- all the people in the house at the time as well as our neighbors Wilson and Willow!" "But Al and I weren't here!" "Our switch happened over two weeks ago and you know it!" boomed 'Al'. "You believe him? He's crazy! I'm the real Heidi - the ONLY Heidi! Al is lying and just taking advantage of you. He must have found out about the body switches somehow. After all, Al and I weren't here when you switched. How could your switch have happen two days ago and 'ours' two weeks ago and in such different locations? I bet he overheard one of you talking about it and THEN he said he was me! Al's just trying to steal my body and my youth -- my life! Maybe the coma has affected him being charitable, but he has always been jealous of my youth and beauty. I can't tell you the number of times he would tell me he wished he was as young as I am and how he would live his live differently if he were young again. Can't you see he is trying to trick you into helping him steal my body. " "Why, you lying Bitch!" screamed 'Al' launches himself, practically foaming at the mouth at 'Heidi', who screams and ducks as 'Tim' and 'Wilson' restrain 'Al'. "Easy, easy" says Wilson in Willow's soft tones. " We need to get to the bottom of this before we go any further. Who did 'Al' or 'Heidi' tell that he was swapped with AL?" "It was me, Uncle Wilson." "Was this before or after you told him that you and I had switched?" "Definitely after!" "So what!" said 'Al' belligerently. "So it means you knew of body exchanges before you mention one of your own. Brad - when did your father bring the machine home? " "I knew of it because it happened to me weeks ago." The person in Al's body protested as the others continued. "I don't know - Dad brought it into the garage maybe ten days ago and it was not assembled. So it was after Al's coma as I remember. It wasn't even together then, but was in several parts!" "Tim's always taking things apart and putting them together!" said Heidi desperately, sweat on her bearded face. "Call my husband and ask him! Surely my husband would notice if I wasn't his wife?" said a smiling 'Heidi', feeling the group definitely leaning towards her side. "Good point!" said Brad, crossing his arms under his breasts, a thoughtful frown on Jill's face as he thought about it. The Heidi inside Al was really getting worried as she felt the tide turning against her -- and she had such hopes she would be Heidi again after tonight! Brad called Heidi's husband since he barely knew any of the others. He confirmed to the person pretending to be Jill Taylor that Heidi was just fine and he had no complaints at all. She was the same sexy, loving wife and devoted mother -- if anything she was even more feminine and wonderful than before the accident of a few weeks ago! "You see!" said 'Heidi'. "Let's ask them questions about tools and stuff!" Brad suggested. "No," said Wilson, "they both know a lot about tools from working on Tool Time. We have to ask them details about their personal lives." After some tough questions, 'Al' flubs most of the answers while Heidi deliberately aces most of them. She had been studying everything related to Heidi for the past three weeks, chatting for hours with relatives who called, learning everything about the house as she cleaned it, and of course having long walks and talks with her loving new hubby. All her waking hours after the baby had a nap and before her husband came home from work, she had familiarized herself with the role she had expected to play the rest of her life. Now all that effort to adjust to her new life was paying off! "See!" said 'Al', "I don't know much at all about Al Borland's life! She knows more about me than I do. Doesn't that prove this isn't my body?" "Interesting that you should call her 'she'! That, and the fact that she knows most of the answers about both Heidi's and Al's lives while you don't know much about your own indicates that you are Al and she is Heidi, and that you are trying to mislead us by pretending not to know about your own life!" Too late did he did realize what had happened. Al had verbally sucker punched him. "Jill" once more used the telephone and called Claire. She confirmed to "Al's boss's wife that Al had never mentioned any doubts about his identity to her and indeed she was happy to be married to him and he said he loved her. Any reservations about his behavior in the past month were swept under the rug. She didn't want to get her man in trouble! 'Al' blushed, acknowledging the fact that he had told Claire he loved her a number of times recently. Why not! She had saved him from Al's mother, and kept him from going insane after the switch. Love! The things a man will say after good sex! He liked Claire a lot but he loved Scott. He wanted to be in his bed as Heidi again, and not settle for Claire in his bed! He started weeping. "You've got to believe me!" 'Heidi' shrank away and hid behind Tim's body. Jennifer's new masculinity made her feel manly and protective of the pretty lady and she said, "Nobody will harm you, young lady, not while I'm around!" Then Jennifer grunted manfully until Brad poked her in the ribs with his elbow. "Oh, thank you, thank you Tim... Or whoever you are now! You're so strong and powerful! Please keep that madman away from me!" said 'Heidi' artfully, wrapping her arm through his. "This is ridiculous!" Al protested. I didn't threaten her! I certainly don't want any harm to come to that body. I just want to get it back and be where I belong again." "I have a lie detector here." said Wilson. "Would you both be willing to take it?" "Sure!" said 'Heidi' recklessly. She felt victory to be in her grasp! 'Al' said nothing but sat silent, furious at seeing his former body under a stranger's firm control. Still, he had renewed hope since he knew the truth would finally be told. He would control that beautiful body again soon! Then he could kill Al for putting him through all this, he half-joked to himself. Al, inside Heidi's body, knew that a lie detector measured stress and the new Al Borland was stressed out to the max. She had taken the tranquilizer and after all she was now Heidi so it wouldn't be lying! When asked questions like "Are you in the wrong body?" and "Are you Heidi?" the results showed 'Heidi' was truthful while 'Al's' results were vague and inconclusive at best and negative at the worst. Willow's face, which Wilson was using, smiled, satisfied by the machine's accuracy. "Shall we vote?" The vote was unanimously against 'Al'. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Al Borland!" Wilson said. "Heidi, you are free to go -- and we're sorry!" Brad said, with the sympathy his mother usually expressed. "That's OK, it's Al who is to blame -- not you! He must have been changed by that coma. Thank you all for believing in me! It would be so awful to be ripped away from my baby and my husband!" 'Al' screamed as he lost his final chance and tried to grab her again. He had to be subdued by Wilson in Willow's body -- using Martial Arts techniques he had learned long before the body he now occupied was even born. 'Heidi' went bouncing out to her car with a happy smile and went home to her husband and child. Scott noticed she was extra passionate in bed that night, if such a thing was possible lately. Wilson suggested to Al that he should go lie down on his couch while they went about the attempt to return to their true bodies. Heidi refused to give in. She had to try one final time to convince her "jury" she had also been swapped. She knew she had to convince Wilson, but she had no way to prove it. Using Al's mind these past few weeks had dulled her thoughts recently, as she adapted more and more to the life of the body she was stuck inside of. She needed the help of someone smarter than she was to at least consider the possibility she was right. She needed Wilson! And she needed a way to convince him of the truth! Chapter Twenty -- The proper tools for the job... As the others prepared the mind-scrambling device out in the garage, Heidi confronted Willow's body, cornering her with the large bulk of Al's body. "Wilson," she pleaded to the wise man inside, "you must give me one last chance to convince you who I really am. You are all making a horribly wrong decision here. Maybe I can't convince you of the truth but think back. There has to be something about the way that imposter acted, or something that she said, that might help prove me right." "Please!" she begged the young woman with the wise man's soul, "Please help me get back where I belong!" Heidi started crying again. She couldn't stop the tears. This was her last chance. "I know I've acted a lot like Al these past few weeks. And he has done a great job pretending to be me. Both of us thought this was some act of God and tried to make the best of the lives we were left to work with. It's no wonder Al was so good at being me, look at all he had to work with. a loving husband and child, not to mention he was awake from the start and not in a coma like I was for so long. He may actually believe he IS me by now, like Brad and Jennifer say Tim and Jill believe they are teenagers now. But I know better. I know who I really am!" "All I had to help me when I woke up was Al's annoying, horrible mother. She may have been a mother only a son could love, but I'm not her son, despite the way I look. When Claire came along, it was like a life preserver thrown to a drowning man. I grabbed her and held on for dear life. But now I need another chance to get back to my real life. You have to help me, Wilson. Everyone says you are smart and wise. There must have been something she did that must seem off track." "Damn! I mean he, not she. It's just so hard to think of my beautiful body as a he, especially when this body finds it so attractive." Heidi stopped. She could think of nothing else to say. If Wilson couldn't help her, she would have to go and BE Al Borland for the rest of her life. Her sanity couldn't stand much more of her continual identity crisis. Wilson thought it over for several minutes, sitting down at the kitchen table. He crossed his slender legs and tugged down his skirt to cover a bit more of the leg. He knew as did all the others how easy it could be to fall into becoming the person you resembled. He had almost run off with Willow's body and boyfriend! He thought back over the past few hours, and days. He ruminated over every detail his mind could recall of what both Heidi and Al had said to him. Finally one small detail popped up in his thoughts. It wasn't big. It was almost nothing. But Heidi couldn't have known it. When told of the exchange taking place weeks ago, she had replied, "Al and I weren't here when you switched. How could your switch happen two days ago and 'ours' two weeks ago and in such different locations?" They had mentioned the swap taking place weeks ago but no one had mentioned Al's belief that it had occurred while they each had arrived home after work when Al's car had crashed, putting him in a coma. Yet Heidi had known a detail no one had mentioned. A detail so small they had all missed it. He jumped up, and quickly placed a hand on his chest to stop the sudden bouncing of his niece's firm young bosoms. "Good Lord!" He gathered the others and explained the mistake "Heidi" had made. "We almost allowed a great wrong to be done! Heidi, I hope you can forgive us!" Heidi was so grateful, that wasn't even an option. She forgave them all. They decided to run the machine on those who were here and get Al and Heidi swapped as soon after as was possible. Without telling them why, they brought the two teenage bodies downstairs and 'Tim' and 'Jill' said "You guys have been punished enough! Accept from us a hug of forgiveness!" They each thought there might be a chance they could bluff it out and Jill and Tim would never really know what had happened!' In the garage Wilson grinned and, in the spirit of Tim "The Toolman" Taylor, cried out... More Power! And flipped the switch as he hugged Willow inside his own body. When they came to, Willow wept for joy! She was back in her own body! Wilson thanked her for the opportunity to be young again for a while, and apologized again for scaring her when he had run away, blaming it on the indiscretions of youth. They went into the house and found Brad and Jennifer happily examining their bodies. They told Wilson they were back to normal again, and everyone went to check on Brad's parents, who had wandered off into the living room. Tim and Jill were disoriented to say the least to find themselves back inside of bodies that were so familiar, yet seemed alien at the same time. Still, with the feelings of being back in the right bodies came a flood of memories that had been hidden by their shocked subconscious's. Jennifer and Brad acted like nothing had happened, as they had originally done when the swap first occurred, and so Tim and Jill never spoke to anyone of the time when they thought they were Brad and Jennifer. It was too embarrassing. Soon, Tim and Jill found excuses to go to their bedroom and Tim started grunting again. Sure he was a man, a manly man! That was quite obvious! These images in his mind of being Jennifer was the results of his machine - simply illusions. Jill felt so feminine again being in Tim's arms. The delusions of becoming her teenage son Brad were just fantasies - though boy, did she like the fantasy of being young and strong! It was all caused by Tim's stupid machine, it had to be, she thought regretfully. In the future, of course, late at night, they would occasionally pretend to be in those youthful bodies and engage in wild fantasy sex. Brad and Jennifer, and Wilson and Willow had one more thing to take care of before they could celebrate, though... Heidi! Heidi had agreed to meet them at her former home. She wanted to keep an eye on the place in case Al decided to take a 'long vacation' to insure he remains in her body forever. Her worries were groundless, though. She could see the happy couple prepare dinner in the kitchen through the windows, and watched as her happy baby was fed and then diapered. She could hear the laughter through the open window as her husband and daughter enjoyed life with the imposter in her body. Tears welled up in her eyes as her baby slept cozily in her crib. She cried as Al and Scott made out on the couch as the television played on to unhearing ears. She could see that Scott was truly happy. Her child was happy. There was no question of Al's happiness. Wilson got out of the car and walked over to Heidi as she sat inside Al's car. The others waited to see if they were needed. "Any thoughts on how to get Heidi... I mean Al, out of there." Wilson asked. "No." Heidi paused a long time. "And I don't think we should, Wilson... Not because of Al, but for the sake of my husband and child. I can see now that Scott was telling me the truth when he said he had never been happier these past few weeks with Al in my body. Oh, I know he doesn't know she is Al, but he still thinks he's better off now than when I was there. And my daughter can't tell the difference between us. You guys could even tell that over the phone. Even Claire is better off with us the way we are now. Also, there is you and Brad and Jennifer and Willow to consider. What right do I have to ask you to commit a crime that could land you in jail - because kidnapping the woman in there would be a crime! We might get caught and end up in prison. Don't forget, what the original Al has done is not against any law." "But what we would do might be." Tears rolled down Al's bearded cheeks. "Who am I, Wilson, to risk taking all that happiness away from the two I love the most, my daughter and husband? Scott prefers the new Heidi to the old model. And Claire prefers me as the new Al to the old one. It's not as if I dislike Claire, you know, I admire many things about her. And I'll have a new job so I won't have to see a reminder of all that I lost..." Heidi broke down and cried long and hard. Finally, the tears stopped. Wilson asked Heidi if she had decided on the next move. "Yes, I have, Wilson." Don't call me Heidi anymore. That's Heidi now." A hairy arm pointed to the window. "You can call me Al from now on. Thanks for the offer of help, but I think it's time for me to go. Claire is waiting and she must be getting worried about me by now. Thank the others for me, would you please, and tell them I'm sorry to have gotten them, and you, out here for nothing. I'll see you later, OK?" Wanting to get out of there before another flood of tears could start, the new Al Borland started the car and drove off. Wilson watched the man leave, blinking away tears from his own eyes. "We didn't come out here for nothing, my friend. We were able to see an all too rare example of self sacrifice for others. It's a shame those who loved you will never know what you gave up for them." He went back to the car and told the three other people who would understand. His new friend Al deserved at least that much. EPILOGUES... ONE DAY LATER... The next day, Wilson told Tim that the patched up machine was dangerous and had caused him and Jill some short term memory loss and so the tool man reluctantly arranged to sell it for scrap. Jennifer and Brad admired each other, and touched their young bodies and kissed for joy during their first date after returning to the bodies of their youth. They went to Brad's room and started making out. Jennifer was no longer a virgin but at least she had been spared the pain of having her hymen broken, and she could get to the good stuff right away. Sometimes she had the urge to be the penetrator again, though. Another plus from their adventures in Brad's parent's bodies was that Brad had an intimate view of what a woman enjoyed during sex and was able to use that knowledge quite effectively with Jen! It was great to be young again! 'Mark' came home with 'Shanna's' kisses on his lips, and he was smiling. One day she would make him a nice, ladylike wife he could be proud of. Claire was comforting her husband as best as she could. The poor man had another attack of grief, as if he had lost something of great value. He refused to talk about it, but at least it wasn't a problem with her. He needed her so. He buried himself in his new job and wife and made her very proud to be his wife. After a few weeks, Al snapped out of whatever had been troubling him and she could sense he was starting to enjoy life again. Heidi and her husband were having their usual marathon of sex. Heidi sighed with happiness. 'It is so nice to be me!' Willow joined her boyfriend. Her Uncle Wilson was wrong to have thought about taking over her life, but he was right about her needing a change in her life. Besides, she had a greater understanding of the men in her life now, after having been one for a few days. THREE MONTHS LATER The new Heidi worried that Al might try something else to get back into her beautiful body. Thinking it would be safer to get out of town, she encouraged her husband to take a job in Chicago where the lovely young woman soon got her own TV show to host as an exercise and weight loss educator for women on WGN. It was called 'Being Beautiful with Heidi!' SIX MONTHS LATER The new Al couldn't stand to watch "Being Beautiful with Heidi" and his wife taped it and watched it when he wasn't home. Even though her husband had soon become the top salesman for his dental supply company and was making $200,000 a year, he occasionally seemed to get upset whenever Heidi's name or ToolTime came up. One day Al looked very startle when told he was soon to become a father! After that, he became very enthused with the thought of having a child and Claire was quite surprised with his extensive knowledge about the things they would need to get to prepare for the baby. And he breezed through the Lamaze classes. The teacher told her that Al was the most insightful father she had ever encountered. Tim and Jill never discussed the delusion of being Jennifer and Brad with them. Every once in a while Jill would look at Brad speculatively and say " It must be great to be you, a young boy with your life in front of you and a pretty girlfriend like Jennifer." Brad would grin uneasily. One day Tim and Jill wandered out in their back yard and saw a gorgeous, scantily clad young woman with a terrific figure undulating like a professional stripper undulate towards them. She was smiling broadly. "Hey Ho, Neighbors!" she said, in a sexy yet familiar tone. "Wilson?" gasped Tim unbelieving. "True, but not in the flesh. I'm just leasing this body from Laura LaLure by the month. I am paying her for its use and doing her three shows a night at a strip club. With the tips I get I actually make a profit! Working the club is quite an eye-opening experience, let me tell you! I also have to make sure to keep her boyfriend faithful and interested in this body. Miss LaLure gets to take a vacation at my expense in Hawaii and eat all she wants - she hated being on her diet and it doesn't bother me. Also, freedom to - ah - date lonely widows. She was tired of being a super-feminine sex object and wanted to explore her masculine side. I give her half her salary plus the expenses in Hawaii are covered by an account I had set up for her." "Of course, The rest of my finances and properties are secured until I get my real body back. I wouldn't want Laura running off with my life savings!" "You're joking, right?" asked Jill. "Fraid not neighbor, I wanted to fully explore my feminine side and worked on perfecting oriental techniques I had heard about for souls to switch bodies. Please don't tell 'my' boyfriend - it would ruin the experiment." "Laura honey, could you come back in? Big Joe is ready again!" Jill and Tim looked at each other in wonder. "Could you teach us?" they asked with one voice. I'm going to be a bit busy tonight, neighborino's, but maybe I can show you how tomorrow... before Joe gets home!" The End? -------------------------------------- This story (with the exception of the characters and other material owned by the Home-Improvement copyright owners) is owned by Eric, and Caleb Jones and is not to be distributed for money nor stored at any pay-to-read story site. *** A Bonus Epilogue *** Anne-Mal was kind enough to send us an idea for the story that we both liked but weren't able to use in the story. We think you will enjoy it anyway and you never know... someday there may be a sequel! In fact she re-worded it as a teaser for a potential sequel for us. Enjoy! "On the next episode of Body Improvement: Pamela Lee Anderson, the first tool-time girl, returns for a visit just as Tim manages to juggle minds again! "Tim! What have you done to me? I'm in YOUR body!" "Well, you see..." "Stop looking under your blouse, Tim!" But when the lawyers get involved! "What is this!!" "It's a restraining order, you and Pam must stay this way until Binford Tools finds out their liability in this case." How will Tim cope as a father! "Gee boys, you never wanted to help me around the house before." "Well Dad, you never were so interesting before!" "I need another hug, Dad, I just stubbed my toe!" How will Tim cope as a husband!! "Jill, what do you mean you don't mind!!!!!" "Well Tim, just think of all the money we will save. And I'm sure Tool Time will be soaring in the ratings with you as the Tool-Woman!" "But Jill, won't you miss, well you know... Big Tim? I know I will!" "I don't think either of us will mind, Tim," Jill says as she holds up a long, banana shaped object to Tim's face. "All we need is more power!!!" All in the next Body Improvement II!" thanks, Anne, for the laughs!