It happened last night, and as you can probably tell from the title of the post, I'm in the body of a woman named Jade. I wasn't asleep this time, because the apprehension of my imminent change made it hard to sleep since I arrived. I could feel the changes starting. My face rearranging itself, and then my chest growing and my cock disappearing. I lay in bed, wondering what the hell I was thinking coming back here. I lay in the bed for a while with my eyes closed, and it was a strange feeling to not know anything about myself. I could tell I was younger again and a woman, but I didn't know what I looked like, where I was from, or even my own name. I wanted to lay there for a while, not having to be anyone, and worried about what I might see when I got up, but then I felt a trickle of wetness rolling down the inside of my thigh. I turned on the light and put my hand there, to wipe away whatever it was, and when I pulled my hand back, saw that it was blood. "Fuck", I yelled, and then immediately put my hand over my mouth, because I hadn't even thought about how much my voice would change. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, my boxer shorts falling down my much smaller waist as I ran. The blood had come out of my new pussy, and it only took a moment to realise that this women must have been on her period when she changed. I cleaned myself up as much and retrieved her luggage, assuming that she would have tampons or pads or something I now needed. It was a large backpack, and I managed to find tampons and panty liners pretty quickly. I would probably have preferred pads, but it seems that she doesn't, so I wasn't left with a lot of choice. It's probably a good thing that I had a pussy before, and even put things into it (mainly dildos). I figured it out quickly enough and put the tampon in and it wasn't actually that bad. I couldn't really feel it, and would just have to remember to change it later.
Once I'd sorted this out, I took a good look at myself in the mirror. My tits aren't huge, but I could feel them bounce and sway when I moved. I had lost some height and I felt like I was about as tall now as I'd been when I was Chris. I looked at the woman in the mirror, and immediately thought how young she looked. Her hair is a dirty blonde, and down just past her neck, and she has a pretty face.
I looked through her backpack and found a modest amount of clothing. A couple of skirts and dresses, a pair of jeans, yoga pants, a few tops if different cuts and styles, a hoodie, bras, panties, a light jacket, walking shoes, sandals, a bikini....things a young woman would take on vacation. There was a note, telling me to play a video that was saved on her phone. I guess this is becoming more of a thing, rather than writing a letter. When I opened the video, there was an older man in a wheelchair, with a younger woman standing next to him. The man had an oxygen tank next to him, which was hooked up to a hose leading to his nose. He looked awful. The woman next to him was more heavily built and looked very uncomfortable.
The person I had swapped into was now the man in the wheelchair. He explained that they were on the first leg of a working holiday. They were Jade and Tash - both young Australian women from Sydney, who were on their way to Europe next, to work and travel for the next year, and they were supposed to be on the "trip of a lifetime". Now she was stuck as an old man, and her friend was his grand-daughter and carer. The old man has cancer and maybe only a few more months left to live. Jade became increasingly emotional, and Tash tried to reassure her and tell her that she would survive and come back the next year, but she became almost hysterical, and the video ended in the middle her having a coughing fit. I really did take a dumb risk coming back here. I could have just as easily ended up in that body, or one like it.
I found 2 passports, one Australian and one Irish, and I saw that I'm Jade, and I'm 22 years old. I've never even had one passport, because I've never left the US before. But now I have a flexible "around the world" airline ticket. This "trip of a lifetime" has been planned to last a year. I've never had more than maybe a week of vacation, and the longest I've ever had off work was last year, when I changed to Chris. Now I'm going to Europe as a woman half my age, with a stranger, and no time to prepare. I don't even know what what I'm supposed to be seeing, and how to pass all that time just travelling. I briefly considered abandoning the trip and just staying in the US, but I'm not even a citizen of the US anymore, so overstaying my visa would not be a good idea - particularly now.
It looks like I don't have much choice but to fly to Europe to continue this trip. This is scaring the hell out of me. I don't know what I was thinking, coming back here.
I'm going to go back to bed and try to get some sleep until morning, and then try to find my travelling companion....
