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The Circus is in Town

Part 2 by Raven Poe

(Part II)  By Raven Poe


I awoke later, realizing I was lying on my back somewhere. An overpowering
antiseptic odor assaulting my sense of smell told me that I was probably in a
hospital somewhere. What had happened to me? I remember that something went
horribly wrong with the ride at the circus and there had been paramedics
attending me.

The next thing that I realized was that somebody was to my left, holding my
hand.

I opened my eyes, spying the white, sterile walls of a hospital. I turned my
head to the left to see who was holding my hand. It was a guy I had never
seen before in my life.

He wasn't just a guy, he was one of those heavily muscled body builders, with
darkly tanned skin, and long blonde hair tied into a pony tail. He was the
kind of a guy you just loved to hate because he always got all of the girls.

What was he doing stroking my hand?!?

The guy saw that I was awake, and spoke to me, with more than a little
concern apparent in his voice, "I'm sorry Paige. I didn't mean to yell at you.
I really don't want to fight, baby. Thank God you're all right. I was so
worried when the hospital called me down at the gym."

Paige? Baby? What the hell was this guy calling me by these names?

Then it all came rushing back to me. The last thing that I saw before passing
out was two very large female breasts, as seen from above!

My free hand shot to my face, touching smooth, soft skin. My heart sank, even
as it beat a million times a minute, as my sense of touch confirmed I was in
the wrong body.

It was a body that this guy knew, seemingly quite well. It must be body of
the girl who was with me on the ride. The last thing I remembered was being
on the ride sitting with a long-haired blonde. I pulled my left hand free of
his grasp. Even though it may seem comfortable, and perfectly natural, to him,
it certainly wasn't to me. I just didn't want him to touch me. I wasn't a
homosexual after all.

The second that my hand was free, I noticed, with a start, something that I
hadn't seen before. There, on my left ring finger, was a moderately sized
diamond ring, and a gold wedding band. My heart sank even further. I had a
bad feeling about all of this!

Here I was stranded with a strange man in a hospital, and trapped in the body
of a gorgeous busty woman named, Paige. Suddenly, on top of it all, I was
married! I could only pray to the heavens above that I wasn't with child. I
might all ready have had a child. Considering the size of my new chest, I
could even be feeding a child with this body for all I knew.

I made a quantum leap of deductive logic, and figured that the muscle bound
man to my left was "my" husband. I realized I had three important things to
do as soon a possible. I had to get rid of him. I had to find my own body,
and, third, I had to try to fix this situation before it got out of hand, as
if it wasn't already.

I used the only asset that I had, his affection for the person that I
appeared to be.

"Baby? Why don't you go home? I'm tired and need to sleep." I figured "Baby"
was a mutual term of endearment since he had already used it on me.

"I want to be here with you. We need to talk."

"Later. Okay? For me. . .Baby?" I smiled as sweetly as I could, and hoped it
was a smile. My lips seemed to operate a little differently than my own had,
and were coated with something. Lipstick? I had to keep the conversation to a
minimum, lest I say something to tip him off that I wasn't really his Paige.

"Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh," I mumbled. I could only hoped that I was talking like her. She
might have an accent or something for all I knew.

"Okay. I'll see you later. I'll be back at work at the gym if you need
anything," he stated, as he gathered his things. He picked them up, then bent
over the edge of the bed towards me.

Oh no, I thought. This jerk is going to kiss me. I thought about turning my
cheek to him, but before I could react his lips were on mine. I closed my
eyes, as well as my lips, as tightly as I could, trying to picture him in my
mind looking like my last girlfriend. Fortunately, it was only a peck on the
lips.

"Bye, Baby." the man wished me, as he turned to leave. "I love you."

How was I supposed to answer that?

"You too... Bye-bye," was all I could say. 

"I hope you mean that." he said, and then he was gone.

I lay there for a second trying to get a grip on everything that's happened
to me. It was just so unbelievable that I was now in the body of a woman.
Eyes could see the two large mounds on my chest but it had to be a dream, or
more accurately, a nightmare. I pulled one hand up before my eyes. The
fingers were slender and fine, with long French manicured fingernails and the
two rings which I had noted before. I tried to pinch myself with those long
nails, instantly feeling a stab of pain as they jabbed into my skin.

This was no dream.

I sat up, feeling needle like pain in my scalp, and a pulling sensation as
something caught behind me. Reaching back behind my back, I pulled out a mass
of golden blonde hair. It was straight and very thick, and so much softer
than my own. It had a slightly fruit-like smell to it. She must use one of
those fancy shampoos made from food products, I thought. 

The image of the woman on the ride flashed before me, and I remembered that
she had extremely long hair that went below her waist. That meant that I was
laying on all of that hair.

I reached around behind me a second time, raising my upper body, and pulling
the hair free from my behind where it was trapped. However, the motion of
picking my weight up, then down, caused a heavy jiggling sensation on my
chest. Looking down, I saw again those big boobs. Now they were my big boobs!

A nurse came in before I could feel myself up.

"Oh. You're awake, Mrs. Hill. I'm glad to see that you're okay, now. A pretty
girl like you shouldn't be locked up in a hospital on a day like today."

"The other. . .guy? The one in the accident with me. Is he in this hospital
also?" My new voice sounded so strange in my ears.

"Why yes. He's right down the hall. In fact, he just woke too."

"Can I see . . .him? Can I talk to him?"

"I don't see why not. Just take it slow. You've been through quite a trauma.
The doctor said you could go, and the man from the circus has taken care of
your bill. Just take it easy for a day or two. Okay?"

"I will, nurse."

She looked at me again. "Your boyfriend probably didn't mind but you might
want to button your blouse. The doctor had me undo it to check your heart
beat. I think he was the one who wound up with an erratic heartbeat, though.
You really impressed him, girl!

The nurse completed what she was doing, while I struggled to button the
unfamiliar blouse. Then she left. Since there was nothing keeping me from
going to see my own body, I decided to do just that. I swung my legs over the
side of the bed. I noted, with dismay, that they didn't reach the floor. I
actually had to hop off of the bed. It was totally embarassing. I felt like a
child again until the movement set those boobs to bobbling again.

It was a total pain in the butt. They were very heavy, and it seemed that I
was constantly aware of them. That wasn't the worst of it. On the first step
away from the bed, I was acutely aware of the void between my legs. Those
huge tits swayed with every single step. I realized how lucky I was that she
hadn't worn high heels today, or the simple act of walking might have been
more then I could have handled. 

All the way down the hall, I had to walk as slow as I could to prevent this
body from moving all over the place. How do women control all of this stuff,
I wondered? Could they possibly, actually, get used to it? I knew I would
never get accustomed to all of it. At each doorway I checked the name of the
patient to be found on the inside.

It was so weird. Everything seemed much taller and higher than it was before.
I guessed from the difference in height, as well as my observations of Paige
before we switched, I figured that I was no more than 5'3" tall, now. It was
lot different than my usual 6'1" stature.

A few doors down, I found my own name, my old name, on the outside wall of a
room. That meant she was inside. I swallowed hard, then took one step inside
the room.

There she, I was laying in bed, looking at me. I can't begin to tell you how
eerie it was to see yourself across a room looking back at you. It was very
surreal. Neither of us could say anything because we were just so stunned.

Finally, I heard my old voice say, "Then it's real. I'm not imaging this?"
The lips of my old body moved with each of the words.

I moved further into the room. There was a chair beside the bed which she/he
occupied. I decided to make use of it rather than to continue jiggling around.
The seat seemed to be more cushioned than it had looked. Then I realized it
must seem like that because of my new, larger behind.

As I moved to take the seat, I commented, "Take my word for it. This is no
dream. This is all too real. I just don't know how this could happen. It's
impossible." I managed to smother a sudden urge to cry.

My former body was silent.

That prompted me to ask, "Do you know something."

Paige started slowly. "I didn't think anything would happen. I-it's just that
I had a terrible fight with Heath. Oh, you don't know who Heath is. He's my
husband. Ever since we got married, he has been treating me like I'm nothing
but a bimbo. I just got tired of it you know? So I ran off, and found myself
at the circus. I was too afraid to go on the ride by myself, so I asked you
to ride with me. We were just spinning so fast, and I was so scared on top of
everything else, that I just wished I could be anything else, I wished I
could be you. Then we were here."

I was quiet. I felt sorry for her. I honestly did, but it was my body she had
taken. I wanted it back! It figured that that muscle bound idiot holding my
hand would have a name like Heath. Why couldn't I get his body. Instead, I'm
stuck in the body of a girl who could be a centerfold model. 

"We have to do something. I want my body back," I said softly.

"I don't want to go back. I want to stay like this," was her reply.

"No. You can't."

She tried to ask me sincerely, "Haven't you ever wanted to know what it's
like to be a woman? What it's like to be beautiful woman.? I don't know if
you've seen a mirror yet but I can assure you most men, people tell me I have
a beautiful appearance."

This was a hard thing for a guy to admit, but every guy has wondered what it's
like on the other side. If I had to be a woman, I would much rather be one
like Paige. Still, I had a life. I didn't want her's.

"Sure. Every guy has. That doesn't mean I actually wanted to be one."

"Can't you stay like you are? Please? Try it for a while, you might like it."

"No way. You have to go back to your own life. I have a life of my own to
live. You just can't take my body against my will. It's just wrong."

"I know. I'm sorry. I never thought my wish would actually come true! However,
I don't know how to switch us back even if I wanted to."

"Try wishing. It worked before."

Paige closed her eyes. Lines of concentration appeared on the forehead of my
body. She opened her/his eyes, but we were still each other.

"Well, that didn't work...". Then I got a bright idea. "I bet it's the
carousel. It must be magic or something. We have to get back to the circus."

Paige reluctantly agreed with me. Although Paige wanted to stay in my body,
she at least recognized that it would be wrong. A few awkward moments later,
we were properly clad in each other's clothes and ready to leave the hospital.
She handed me her purse, and we checked out of the hospital. We hailed a taxi
and were heading back to the circus.

Neither of us said much on the trip over. I don't know why she/he didn't say
much, but my reticence stemmed from the myriad alien sensations that I was
getting from my new female form. Everything from the feeling of a bra around
my chest to nylons and a skirt were all very new things for me to deal with.
It took all of my concentration to deal with the situation. 

When the taxi dropped us off, it was at an extremely empty field. The circus
had pulled up stakes.

"What are we going to do?" Paige asked me.

She/he was so tall now, in my body, that I had to look up.

"We're going to have to find the circus somehow," I replied.

"That's going to take some time. What will we do until then."

"We're just going to have to pretend to be each other. You'll have to live my
life, and I'll live yours. You do my job, and I'll do yours. What do you do
for a living anyway?"

She was reluctant to answer. "I-I'm a waitress. I work down at Hooter's. Do
you know it?"

I knew it all too well!!!



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