Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2005 22:48:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Kevin Beck Subject: The Bitch (part 2) My eyes stayed glued to the monitor as I noticed Bev's frigid eyes were less frigid and more scared every second that went by. This has to be a dream I thought as I reached my left hand to my face and watched through the monitor as Bev's left arm covered by the long sleeve of the polyester blouse come into my view. I felt the polyester fabric caressing my skin and the sensation was amazing, a whole lot better then my cotton tee shirt I had to admit, reluctantly. A second later, I watched Bev's left hand coming out of the end of the cuff touch the skin on her cheek at the same time I felt the wrinkles and age of the skin on my finger tips. I slid my hand past the cheek and watched Bev's hands on her face copy my movement. My hand went down the jaw and neck where I didn't feel a single whisker, to the base of my neck and the top button of Bev's silky smooth polyester blouse pressing against my neck and skin. That's the position I stayed in for what seemed like an eternity, staring at Bev's reflection, my reflection. However in reality it was only a few minutes before something brought me out of my trance, the office door flew open. I suddenly turned to see my old panic stricken face in the middle of the office as I heard the door slam shut behind him and saw my book bag being dropped to the floor. "What the hell did you do to me?" my old body demanded but I couldn't say a word I was speechless, "Was it that apple?" My head immediately turned away from my body to the apple on the desk and my mind also went to the apple and away from the thought I had for a brief moment, did my voice actually sound that deep and masculine. However with my attention focused on the apple I answered Bev. "I don't know" I replied listening to Bev's voice as I talked. The voice sounded exactly like the bitch sounded, only now it was how I sounded when I talked. "You don't know, you don't know" she repeated as I turned around facing her once again "One minute I'm in my body sitting in my office taking a bite of an apple and the next minute I'm in the library in your body. Can you explain that to me" she stated with a smug look on my face. "I can't" a picture entered my mind, Helda holding the apple in her hand, but could an apple really do this I wondered. "It has to be that apple, right?" "It's just an apple from the supermarket" She laughed only it was my familiar laughter. "You expect me to believe that? Whatever, I just want to be back in my own body. So grab the apple and take a bite and we can forget this ever happened. Hope rose through my entire body I was too wrapped up in my body and situation to even think about taking a bite of the apple but it made perfect sense. If I take a bite I would be back in my body, I wouldn't be Bev Paulick, the bitch. So I quickly picked up the apple and took a chunk out of it, juices splashed around in my mouth, the taste was unlike any apple I ever had. As the apple went down my throat I was expecting to be looking at Bev any second now, however with the chunk of apple in my stomach I found myself still looking at my old body and I was still left with the apple in my hand. "Well take another bite I know the apple caused this, I don't care if you have to eat the whole apple, I just want to be back in my body" Bev demanded after a few seconds passed and we still were looking at each other. So I started taking bite after bite it tasted even more delicious then before. The apple was so appetizing and tasted so juicy that it was practically calling out my name before each bite. I found myself shoveling down the apple one chunk after another until all that was left was the core in Bev Paulick's hand, in my hand. "God dam it I want my body back!" Bev said raising her voice as I just sat silent in the chair with the core in my hand staring at her. Suddenly a ring filled the room causing both of us to look at the phone. "It might be the person responsible for this." Bev stated with hope in my old voice. I let it ring again as I thought about what Bev said however Helda doesn't even know Bev's number. "Well come on answer it and don't forget to use my name!" Bev demanded seeing me just looking at the phone. Reluctantly I dropped the apple core on the desk and reached across the desk picking up the phone, regretting what I was about to say " Hello Bev Paulick speaking" I wanted to puke, I just said that I was Bev Paulick, that I'm the bitch but the voice on the other end stopped me from doing anything. "So how do you like your new body?" I recognized the voice immediately, and I was speechless once again, it was Helda. "Now you can treat her like she treats you, you can be the bitch now." Helda spoke into the phone however at the same time I was listening to Bev. "Who is it?" Bev asked quietly. I couldn't answer either one out of fear. If I answered Bev, she would want to talk to Helda, and find out about everything. On the other hand if I answered Helda, Bev would know I was the one who caused this to happen and I'm sure there would be an F in my future. So I remained frozen in place. "Hello, hello are you still there" Helda questioned? "Well who is it" Bev demanded at the same time. I still staid frozen saying nothing. "She's there isn't she," Helda questioned, my silence was her answer " well I want to give you enough time for your revenge so come by tomorrow at noon, and I'll switch you back" and then there was the dial tone. However before I could even attempt to hang the phone up it was yanked from my hand. "Hello, hello who is this?" Bev spoke into the phone before she heard the dial tone. "Was that the person that did this?" she asked as she tossed the phone to me awaiting my response. "No it was a wrong number" I stated as I hung up the phone. "Wrong number" my old voice screamed. "First you lie about where you got the apple, then about not knowing how this happened, and now you're telling me that the person on the other end of the line didn't have anything to do with the situation we're in. Well I' think your telling one big lie and I'm tired of it I think you should just tell me the truth. I don't know why I did it but I did, "You want the truth Mrs. Paulick? All right I wanted revenge for the way you treat your students, I wanted to get even with you, get even with the bitch. So I found someone to help me, an old lady named Helda." "So this is your idea of revenge, taking over my body and life, being able to wear my bra and panties, prancing around in my blouse and jumper." However I was no longer paying attention to Bev. I stopped paying attention at Bev saying the word bra. That's when I first felt the straps of the bra on my shoulders, I figured the reason it took me so long to notice was because my bra didn't have much to support so there was no tension or stress on the bra or Bev's body from her breasts. "Look at you look at how much your enjoying this." Bev stated obviously confusing my lack of attention with being grateful of my situation, instead of trying to grasp the situation. I heard Bev's voice continue "However I bet you're sorry that I'm not wearing nylons or high heels with this outfit. On the other hand your probably loving the fact that since my jumper goes down to my ankles and has no vent that it forces you to take small steps when you walk so you have that very feminine walk." "Your crazy Mrs. Paulick, I don't want to be in your body and clothes, and this is definitely not my idea for revenge this is Helda's idea and I hate it." "Helda?" "Yeah she gave me the apple to give to you and when you took a bite I was supposed to get my revenge. Only when you took a bite of it I found my self in your body. " "So was that her on the phone?" "Yes, but I was afraid you would find out about me seeking revenge against you and I didn't want the repercussions from it. Plus you might think that I actually wanted this type of revenge." "So this is really not your idea for revenge." "No I won't lie to you I was hoping for something else, something to make you a little friendlier, considerate, and more understanding." "Is that what this whole thing is about, that you think I am mean and not considerate or understanding? Well I think I'm too considerate and understanding sometimes. Its just you don't see the total lack of respect I get from my students. It starts with the looks; some young women flaunt their breasts in my face to show me how bigger their breasts are compared to mine while the good looking young men act like they would never have a school crush on me. The intelligent people in the class think the class is a breeze and I'm wasting their time, so they too act like their above me. Then the rest of the students have to take this class because it's required for their degree, however since it doesn't deal directly with their degree or program, their interest is not there. Plus nowadays all the kids are irresponsible, they would rather be out partying then doing their schoolwork." "All right all right Mrs. Paulick calm down" I said trying to get Mrs. Paulick to stop talking about the subject because, I couldn't take her anger that was continually growing as she continued on about the students. However, most of all I couldn't take her attitude that went along with it. Only what I said aggravated her further "calm down, calm down" she repeated. "Trust me if you have to be me you'll see things the way I do. As a matter of fact I think the minute you walk out of the office and see a student you will see things the way I do, that all the students lack respect for me from their looks to their brains. Basically in everyway I described, plus their total lack of responsibility, well except for you of course." "I could never see things like that Mrs. Paulick because that's not the truth." "Fine then where can I talk to this Helda, I want my body back before you embarrass me." Bev stated with frustration showing in her voice and body language. "Actually her phone number is in the pocket of my book bag" Bev bent down and opened the pocket of the book bag and searched around until she pulled out a piece of paper. She glanced at it and made her way to the desk reaching across to the phone. She dialed the number and waited, however she didn't say anything instead she just hung up. "There's no answer and were out of time class is about to begin" I look at the clock which read 1:00 p.m., I totally forgot about class "What should we do, should we cancel class?" I waited for Bev to answer my obvious question of course we're going to cancel class. I shuddered at the thought of being Mrs. Paulick in class, about having to act like Mrs. Paulick, about having to be the bitch. Only instead of answering my question she asked me a new question. "Did you read the chapter for today?" "Yes, why" "Good then I was going to start class by collecting their papers and handing back the ones I corrected on the top of the stack." "Then" she said setting aside the stack of papers and grabbing the book underneath it, she opened the book and began showing me the transparencies. "I was going to use this letter from the book and go over the letter I corrected. After that I was going to start on the chapter for today about complaint letters and use this transparency and have them rewrite the letter in problem A3. When there finished with A3, I was going to let them have their break time. After break I was going to go over A3 and finish the chapter with the indirect way of writing a complaint letter and use the transparency of course. Then I was going to have them work in groups once again to type the letter for problem C2 and hand that in. Finally as their working on C2 I would assign these other problems" and she showed me what she had written down on a slip of paper underneath the transparencies. "Wait a minute what does this do with me reading the assignment?" To me it sounded like Bev was hinting at me teaching the class, of me being Bev Paulick, no way was I going to do that. "As long as you know the chapter I think you should teach the class. Otherwise next week it's all that work along with two more chapters and the work that goes along with those new chapters. Plus I'm sure the students wouldn't be too happy if you walked into the room and said class was cancelled when there already waiting in class. The only problem we have is you acting like me, but no one pays that much attention to me, which is why I think you can pull it off, that you can teach the class, unless you don't want to teach the class?" The second I started listening to what Bev was saying the more it started to make sense. All that work in one week, actually more then one week because Bev wouldn't be satisfied with our work and we would most likely have to do it again. Plus if I taught the class they wouldn't get the bitch for a teacher I could be the Bev I wanted, I could make it easier on all the students. So I answered her "No I think I should teach the class too Mrs. Paulick, I mean it would be hard doing all that work in two weeks." "Good and don't worry, you'll do just fine, just follow my instruction, read off the transparencies and use your knowledge from reading the chapter, okay." I nodded still a little unsure of myself. "when class is over return to my office and wait for me." She continued. "Now I won't be right up I don't want someone from class to see me coming in here, they might think something's up. So I might wait a half-hour or so but either way you have to stay in the office from the time the class ends until 4:30 that's when my office hours end for the day. There is something else we need to do to." "What's that Mrs. Paulick"? "Do you really think you should keep referring to me as Mrs. Paulick even when it's just us?" I couldn't believe what she just asked me. I'm not Mrs. Paulick, I'm Kevin and there was now way I was going to call Mrs. Paulick my name. It would be as if I'm actually Mrs. Paulick and she would be me Kevin Janz. So I spoke up "What's the difference no one is around no one can here us. So if I call you Mrs. Paulick who cares?" "We'll end calling each other by the wrong name in public that why. Just think of the look students would give you if I raised my hand and you called on me, Mrs. Paulick or Bev, when I'm sitting in your body, I mean look at me." I looked at my old body however I still didn't think it was that complicated so I spoke up once again. "I can keep it straight in public its Kevin in private it's Mrs. Paulick, see it's simple" "Well I don't think it is it would be easier for you to get used to who you are, if I called you by my name, Mrs. Paulick or Bev Paulick just like you do. Just think about it, I already did and I think from this point forward until we get our bodies back, I should refer to myself as Kevin Janz and you will refer to yourself as Bev Paulick or Mrs. Paulick. Meanwhile you will refer to me as Kevin Janz or Kevin and I will refer to you as Bev or Mrs. Paulick just like all the other students. What do you think Mrs. Paulick?" I did think about it and I don't know whether it was my fear of being called Bev Paulick, the fear of being the bitch, or whether it was the just the entire situation however the longer I thought about it the more what Bev said started to make sense. I am Mrs. Paulick and I guess I better get used to being Bev Paulick so it would be easier if we just called each other by the names of the body were in so I guess I had to agree with Bev. "That does make sense actually it makes perfect sense" I stated. "Good now why don't you practice, who are you?" "Bev Paulick" "or" "Mrs. Paulick" "And what should I call you?" "Bev or Mrs. Paulick." "All right then lets go to class Mrs. Paulick, by the way don't forget your keys." I grabbed the book and the papers she showed me and stacked them on top of each other. I grabbed the keys that were attached to a blue string from the upper right corner of the desk and set them on top of the papers and books and was about to pick them up when I heard my old voice. "What are you doing the keys are supposed to go around your neck, like a necklace, that's what the string is for." "I know I just think it looks so ridiculous when there worn like that." "Ridiculous, well I wore them like that for a variety of reasons so I don't lose or misplace them, or no one can steal them from me since everyone thinks I'm a bitch. Plus there always with me when I need them, so that's not ridiculous that's intelligent and I think you should wear them like that to, but whatever." "I guess that does make sense" I said picking them off the papers and opening the string to put them around my neck. So there the string hung around my neck as the keys dangled by my tiny breasts in the exact position that they were always in on Bev's body. "Now were ready except," he said pausing. "I think it would look weird if we both walked out your office at the same time don't you think Mrs. Paulick. I mean how would you feel in my shoes." I would never be walking around with Bev, the bitch someone might see me with her. "It would look weird and I wouldn't want anyone to see me with you." "Exactly, so I think I should leave now and you can leave in a minute or so Mrs. Paulick" "Sounds good Kevin" I said as I watched Kevin pick up my book bag, open the door and enter the hallway before he closed the office door behind him, leaving me alone in the office. I tried to wait patiently however all that I could think about was that I was going to be standing in front of class teaching. I tried to take a relaxing deep breath clearing my mind instead images of Bev teaching filled my head causing my breathing to become labored. Images of her criticizing a student in the front of the room, or talking endlessly about some boring subject or walking from group to group to make sure the groups were following her directions all entered my mind. I shook my head trying to erase the images but a new thought helped do that. At least it's only until noon tomorrow or maybe Bev and I could go to Helda's after class I wondered as I tried to distract the nervous feeling I was getting just sitting there. However it wasn't working so I had to do something else, thus I got up from my office chair and began to pace the office. I noticed quickly what Bev said about taking smaller steps; however I almost tripped before I realized it. My feet would only go so far with each step I took before I stretched the jumper to its maximum length. I looked behind my back as I took another step but all I could see was the back of the denim jumper resting just above my ankles stretched to its maximum length. I took another step as I continued to look behind my back that's when I saw the way my butt moved beneath the jumper. It was like ever women or girls with the sway and wiggle that just made you want to spank or squeeze it. I turned my head around trying to focus my attention back on my walk and away from my ass. This time I began to take smaller steps and they were much more comfortable steps, which allowed me to start pacing the room with ease walking exactly like Bev Paulick always did. However this allowed my thoughts to go back to my situation and it was just about time to leave. When my pacing found me by Bev's desk I stopped and gathered the book and papers for class before I turned to the door. Struggling to hold the small pile of material which seemed to way a ton I took a bigger, deeper breath then before, then I reached my hand for the door handle ready to enter the rest of the school as Bev Paulick, the bitch.