Keaton Garrett: Part Two

So to recap... on Saturday: birthday drinks, laughs, and a little bit of light petting with a girl from the bar.

Sunday: Chaos and confusion as we all woke up "in different bodies"/with our bodies "transformed", however you want to term it.

I get the sense that people reading this blog know all about what we're terming the "event." It took us obviously a lot of pooling our resources to figure out what was going on, who we'd "become" and how to learn more.

In terms of who as unlucky enough to have their new assignment least resemble their previous, that would be me. I went from 6'7, 250 lbs of muscle and hair, down to a 5'5 soft-bellied and round-hipped female. The first thing I did when hopping out of bed -- responding to the calamity like the superhero I sometimes get mistaken for -- was to faceplant and land on my freshly-grown tits, skinning my knee and bruising my chin. Oops. I tried to shake it off but, with the world around me having grown to enormous proportions, I spent a lot of the day just getting my bearings and marveling at what had become of my body.

I think I was almost too impressed to be scared. Gone were my hard pecs and biceps, replaced with a soft-skinned, and very modestly-sized pair of breasts, and noodly arms. What was between my legs -- a good size if I do say so myself, something I took pride in and would have a hard time forgetting I possessed -- now gone without a trace, replaced by a conspicuous void that feels very weird to be sitting with. I first saw it when the boxers I had been wearing slipped down. The sound I made in my new feminine voice, reader... you could hardly imagine, just an unfettered shriek of pure shock. I spent the rest of the day wearing my own t-shirt, which was basically enough to cover my body and trying not to think about what lay beneath.

Gone overnight, everything that made me "me," the muscles, the tattoos, the beard, the organs... except I guess I still have long blonde hair. I guess conventionally you'd expect a man-turned-into-a-woman to gain longer hair, but mine is actually shorter, only shoulder length. Pulling it into a short ponytail was the least of my surprise.

Rona got the same treatment, becoming a man: rather ordinary, average height, short-cropped dark haired and generic-featured, medium build with a slight potbelly. The fact that she's a lesbian did little or nothing to dull her shock about it, though. My being blond(e) and her being dark-haired caused some confusion at first since we in some ways "resembled" our new selves.

Jacks and Steffi didn't get the switch flipped the way we did, but they have their own concerns. Looking at my and Rona's new features we had obviously gained a few years, but they both wound up somewhere north of forty, with Jacks sporting gray hair, and Steffi, well... for someone who's used to looking the way she does, this body is going to be a shock in its own way... size-wise and cosmetically. This is not to say an older and chubbier woman can't be pretty at all, but just... you know how society is. I mean hell, we're from L.A. Even the most open-minded of us is probably still a little superficial.

I would say as shocking as it was to note my physical changes, the idea of "taking over" someone's life on a temporary basis was even moreso, as we learned more about the event. But there was something of a wrinkle.

See, everyone at the Inn got a letter or some kind of message explaining what had happened and what to do next.

Rona and I got two.

There was one each designated to "New Marc" and "New Laura" and one each for "Original Marc" and "Original Laura." It seems that these bodies were meant to go back to their original owners but that's obviously not what happened. Luckily the previous occupants anticipated that and wrote us these alternate instructions.

We asked around. There was no Marc and no Laura here. Then I logged onto the blog and not far back, I see posts from Marc (under the "Chantelle" identity he had been assigned) up until last fall.

We decided it's important for us to meet these people and let them know that their bodies are in good hands or... whatever. Find out what kept them from returning.

Anything to keep my mind off of what's going on... "down there."