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Rated: E · Short Story · Fantasy · #1650228
Short term loan of ones body.
The Short Term Loan

Hi, I'm David and I'll just use Welton for this story. Mornings had always been bad for me, and this one was louse. When I awoke and rolled over in the bed, I was just a bit confused. My GOD, I thought, did I go to a party or clubbing. It wasn’t my bed. As I sat up “Oh man,” a headache throbbed through my head like the 5th battalion in an old war movie. There on a clock saying it was 7 AM. I heard movement below me, and what smelled like breakfast. A bathroom was across a hall and I needed to go. I must have over done it last night. I couldn’t recall coming here, and who the hell was downstairs. I was still a bit groggy and coddled the conclusion that the women the night was spent with was cooking for me. A light sea breeze flowed gently through the rooms. The air was warm. Walking across to the toilet, the bowl sat just inside the door, I sat down to take a dump which was fine till the action itself felt a bit strange and even sounded funny. I started to check myself when, A voice called up the stairs,

“Hey babe you better hurry the boat will be here soon.”

A, A man! A man? Babe!? Oh man, a chilling realization that something was really wrong. There's a man downstairs, Hopping off the bowl not knowing how to answer. A barrage of questions and revelations began all at once. What?, Where?, How, the hell? I’d never heard the voice before, But, he knew me? How did he know me? Then I noticed I had on pajamas, I don’t wear... And then my heart sank, What did I do last night? Slept, with a man? A sickening feeling grew in me, then leaning over the bowl, hair fell down the sides of my face. What the..? I looked for the mirror to see, her, wide eyed, open mouthed her staring back at me. I couldn’t catch my breath. Had I gone crazy?, Closing my eyes and whispering to my self. I’m David, David, David Welton, 723 Jostling Rd. I’m a construction worker, I work the a rig in St Louis, I have two brothers John, Bill, Mom’s name is Carroll and Dad is Ben. I’m a guy. I’ve always been a guy, I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, She stood there shocked.

“Julie you’re going to be late.”

Footsteps on the stairs. He was coming. No, This was insane. Shuffling about in the cramped bathroom was awkward. My hips kept bumping into things. I was, trapped in a woman’s body. He came in the door. It was the first time I'd feared being raped. I was afraid. That just wasn’t me. Then calmly he spoke,

“I see, Don't worry whoever you are, it will be over soon.”

There was a long pause as I digested the meaning.
"What did you say?"

Her voice was unfamiliar to me. Plainly and unapologetically he said,
"Relax, Julie must have needed your body for today." So just relax. You’ll be back in yours soon.”

"What?"
Questions began flowing through my head, along with a rising tsunami of anger. You know, what's happened to me? You know who did this?
He stood there, smiling and said, "Well, yeah, and if you'd relax I’ll explain." Looking down at my self, then him, I bolted at him, I didn’t want any explanation, I wanted to beat his brains in. But he handled me like pile of twigs. I had lost all my strength. I was stunned, frightened and pissed yelling, “Change me back, now!”

Leading me down the stairs and to the living room.
“How could you do this to me? And stop calling me Julie”, I started crying.

Clamping down on my arms, he began to explain. “

"First of all, I’m almost a shocked as you, well only in that she didn’t tell me she was doing this again.”
Then, pausing with a questioning look, you're a man, right?

Staring hard at him,
“Of course, inside this.”

“I figured as much, girls try to fake it. They get as far as outside then realize they have no idea where they are and come in to figure it out. But, guys.” Look here, Julie does this changing thing, like you and I change underwear. But, she’s never hurt anyone so relax. It just a new experience for you for a day or so.”

“Where are we?”, I asked.

“Cheval Island. He pointed to a distant shore line, that’s Madagascar.”

As he spoke I looked out to the sea through all the windows. Africa? No way? I thought, This is a dream. Then he poked me as if reading my mind,

“No, its not a dream.”

As I looked around. There was a double toot of a fog horn just off shore. He stopped rambling to raise it on his cell phone telling it's captain he won’t be needed. He then, tried to explain that Julie having been born with this ability uses it to change things and peoples live for the better. I was still angry, I felt worst than violated. I’ve been removed from my life and place in a prison I could never escape. So, I stopped for a moment. And asked,

“So what do we do now, till she gets back?”

“You play poker?”

That was the day. Poker, the beach, fine wines, and food. Then as night fell I became uncontrollably sleepy. I remember only passing out. Next, I was home in bed, bearded, dirty and all. An no one remembers seeing me or what I did or where I went that whole day. A week later I received notice from my bank that I'd received twenty-seven thousand dollars from an anonymous source An exact amount able to cover all my current debts with interest.






This story was written for competition and had a 1000 word limitation. I'm thinking about expanding the idea to incorporate the original ending.



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