Ok so apparently I'm not the only new person to find this blog in recent weeks, but I guess the end of season is kind of the busy time for people whose live's have been turned upside down and ruined by magic.
My real name is Paul Eastman and I'm supposed to be 22 and just graduated from Virgina Tech. I was up in Maine as the last stop on a Summer road trip/ applying for jobs at National Parks with my forestry degree. I had just finished my final in person interview at Acadia and it had run long so I was late to get onto the road back to the DC suburbs where my parents live, so I just decided to stay over in Old Orchard Beach. It was the choice between the Trading Post Inn and the Motel 6 and the theme of my trip was "Try Local Things" I went with the boutique little place instead of the big chain.
I arrived Thursday evening exhausted from 5 weeks on the road and just ready to go home. I didn't really do much besides order a Doordash lobster roll, watch Netflix on my phone, and pass out into what may have been the deepest sleep of my whole life, considering all that happened that I managed to sleep through.
I didn't set an alarm so the sun hitting my eyes from the window is what woke me up. Everything was fuzzy so I squinted a few times to try and make the world clearer to no avail before moving my hands up to rub them and have them met with hair. I've always had a buzz cut, something leftover from Scouts, so long hair in my face was enough to get me to jolt up in bed and almost fall off it from the shock of all the movement on my chest. I looked down and saw my purple tshirt stretched out in front of me by an unmistakably female chest. Out of shock and instinct I reached down to grab them and saw my arms were hairless, my hands were tiny, and my nails were long and pink. "What the fuck" I said, hearing my voice in a much higher sound.
I jumped out of bed to go find a mirror and was met with a dull pain in my hip...I winced and even that was in a higher pitch. I reached down to rub it and felt a soft jiggling of fat on my normally pretty fit midsection. Everything jiggled and swayed on the way to the bathroom as I made my way there, turned on the light, and saw a woman in the mirror. Not a girl, a full on woman. About as old as my mom from the look of things. Shoulder length light brown hair with a few grays, hazel eyes, a few wrinkles on her face. She looked weird wearing my boxers and shirt that said "Hokies" across the front. The shirt was too big everywhere but the chest, going almost to my new knees...I must have lost like a foot in height. Lifting it up slowly my boxers were stretched to the limit around the thigh and hips. I lifted the waistband to get some relief and saw my penis had been replaced and this was a complete change.
"Why am I a girl?" I asked my reflection That answer came after a few minutes of inspection with a knock on the door.
I tiptoed over and opened it a crack, feeling suddenly so small and vulnerable. On the other side was a tall guy a little younger than me. Or at least he seemed tall...how short was I now? The guy in the doorway looked relieved to see me "I found her" He called down the hallway
"Wait" I say quickly "I'm not---"
"You're not really that woman, I know. It's going to be OK, follow me and it will all be explained. I followed him into the next room where there was a teenage girl having a very heated argument into a cell phone.
"How do you screw this up" She said to the person into the phone "There are 15 years of detailed fucking instructions on the internet on how to change back and you had to mess it up for one last fling, but I don't suppose that matters since YOU got back to normal" She looked up at me with a look of defeat and annoyance "I'm going to have to deal with all of this...thanks for nothing" she said hanging up the phone and turning to me
"Please tell me you have some idea of what's going on"
"I have no clue" I say "I went to bed last night and woke up a woman"
The teenage girl sat on the bed sighed. "Great. On top of everything now there's a man in my body"
The guy who had led me here saw that that had confused me even more "Have a seat while I explain"
The first thing the two of them explained was the whole nature of the cursed hotel, how you turn into a replica of someone who had stayed there before. And then they told me that the reason they knew all about it was because this was the second year in a row they've been here.
Kimberly and Maya Scott were a mother and daughter that had stayed here in 2023 before becoming sisters in Arkansas for the past year. During that time they had set up and planned a reverse stay with the people in their bodies and the people whose bodies they were in to try and get everyone back to normal.
It worked almost to perfection. Things got messed up when the person who was in Maya's body had a little too much fun on the beach the night before the switch and took a local back to their room to hook up. The person who was in Kimberly's body slept in the bathtub and apparently that extra person triggered the switch and since the magic goes off of who slept where an not just the room numbers, when it came time for the Scotts to finish the chain Kim became Maya, Maya became the hookup, and I....closest to the bathtub....became Kim.
I was relieved to hear we would be able to turn back "Ok, so all we do is stay here again and we can get back to normal?" I suggested
"Yeah, except this stupid Inn isn't year round" Kim said letting her frustration rise again "This is the last fucking week they sell until May. We're stuck like this until May!"
That hit me like a ton of bricks. Maybe I'm being selfish because being a young man I have no idea how to operate in the world as woman who looks and feels 43 years old. At least I'll have her nearby to make sure I don't make too big a mess of her life. Unfortunately the real Maya will have to do her senior year of high school here in Maine, as a man. Although from her talking she didn't seem as angry about it as Kim. Maybe it's having already spent another year as someone else, maybe it's the addition of male privilege to try out. I don't know. I just know that I've got to fake being a mother and apparently wife for the next few months.
Should have just risked the bedbugs at Motel 6
-Paul
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