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Cramps, Cruelty, and Julia Elmwood [TG/Body Swap
by WholesomeWombat, Dec 3, 2017, 10:40:33 PM
Literature / Fan Fiction / Horror
It wasn’t right to judge other people. If Parker had learned
anything during his eighteen short years of life, it was that. But
as Julia Elmwood sat by the side of the pool twiddling her thumbs
on her cell phone and shouting out not-so-silent insults to him and
the rest of the swim club, he had a tough time living by that code.
They took a short break and rested in the water, and Bee turned to
him pleadingly, shooting daggers at Julia. This wasn’t what the
swim team was meant to be. Resting on the sidelines while
struggling against himself not vocalize his anger, he thought back
to how all this had started.
Parker Flat was a student at Huron High, and last month he had been
excited to start his senior year. His summer hadn’t consisted of
much more than working and preparing for college; after all, he had
to be ready for when the orphanage booted out the moment he
graduated. Going back to school meant another chance to hang out
with friends, learn cool new things, and best of all, swim.
If there was anything in his life that filled Parker with joy, it
was the Huron High Swim Club. Many people were confused why it was
called a club instead of a team-- school sport associations
required at least ten members and participation in local
competitions to be considered an actual team, of which they had
neither. Including himself, they only had nine, but he never cared
about that; the group he had gotten together was an accomplishment
Despite the school’s possession of a well-maintained and state of
the art swimming pool, no swimming organization had existed at all
on campus until he had founded it himself freshman year, and as its
captain, he had worked hard to recruit people in order to make it
the best group he possibly could. None had initially wanted to
join, and after a while he had thought it would’ve been impossible
to get a group together with the virtually nonexistent interest in
swimming on campus. He showed up at the end of every single school
day to the pool, hoping that someone would’ve been hooked in from
one of his many fliers or classroom announcements, only to end up
That sad state of affairs had lasted almost his first month of
school and it probably would have gone on longer if not for him
meeting Bee. Back then she wasn’t the mellow voice-of-reason she
was now; in fact, she had some serious anger issues. The young girl
had been having a tough time with her parents at home, and she
brought those issues along to school, lashing out at everyone
around her. He remembered one famous incident where she’d almost
gotten expelled for punching the gym teacher in the nose; the
thought of her doing that now was absurd enough to make him laugh.
Parker hadn’t been sure why the impulse had crossed his mind at the
time, but he walked up to the girl sitting alone at lunch and asked
her if she’d be interested in joining the swim team. She almost
socked him in the face, but he didn’t give up on her, and after a
week or two had gotten her into the pool with him. The offer of
friendship and a physical outlet had done her much good, and a few
weeks later not only did the swim club have a second permanent
member, but one who had undergone a complete shift in personality,
trading in her bitterness and vitriol for good cheer and
It was then that Parker had realized the potential of what he’d
created and just what the swim club could be, and working together
with his new companion they set off to find more potential members
in need. Thus, the swim team slowly became a place where students
came to get away from their problems and become better people.
Phoebe, that shy girl in Bee’s history class so lacking in
confidence that she couldn’t get more than a few sentences out
without bursting into tears? A few months on the swim club and
she’d become one of the most bubbly and talkative personalities the
school had ever seen. Or Fred, the obese fellow who walked around
with a perpetual frown as he avoided contact with anyone? The swim
club transformed him into about as healthy and socially active a
guy as anybody could imagine. And so it went, with the club slowly
growing over the years, their friendship only getting stronger with
each member. Looking over his eight friends, Parker was proud of
what he had done as captain. The swim team stood for a single, all
encompassing idea - that anyone could change. And Parker really did
And he even believed that when the nastiest, rudest and most
infuriatingly popular girl in the whole school had shown up for the
first club meeting of the year. Julia Elmwood was the last person
in the world he would have expected to have come to a swim club
meeting; famously known around school for her wealth, family, and
overbearing smugness directed at anyone who wasn’t her, she wasn’t
the type who seemed eager to jump in a cold pool and exert herself
five hours a week. The black-haired beauty of the school, actually
joining the swimming team? An Elmwood like her interacting with
normal students? It seemed more than strange... but Parker never
would have turned down a potential member, no matter what rumors
might have said. That just wasn’t what the swim club was about.
She quickly revealed, however, that she had no interest in joining,
and as she explained herself Parker felt his blood begin to boil.
For her senior year, Julia had a project in mind; she wanted to
appear in the yearbook photo of every after-school club. Parker had
no idea how that could be possible in terms of scheduling, until
Julia explained that she had no intention of actually joining all
those clubs; she just wanted to be in the pictures, and she was
going around to the leaders of every club to make sure their
wouldn’t be any “problems”.
Parker didn’t care much about the photo himself, but he could see
that such a gesture would hurt the morale of his team, so he
politely told her that it wouldn’t be possible. An angry scowl on
her face, Julia left without a word, only to come back with the
principle in tow the next afternoon, who told them that they
wouldn’t be able to continue as a club if they continued to
"exclude students". Parker barely held Bee from going off on him as
he tried to correct the record, and once the situation had been
properly explained, the principle pinched his forehead in
frustration and came up with a solution.
“Look, the school’s rules say that a student must be allowed to
join the yearbook photo if they join any club for a minimum of four
weeks during the year. If she does that and leaves afterwards, you
will have to include her at the end of the semester. However, Ms.
Elmwood, you must be an active participant in the club during that
time. Is everyone clear?”
And so it was that Julia Elmwood joined the Swim Club-- (which,
technically had become the Swim Team along with her membership),
although calling her an active participant was a stretch. Julia
showed up in a white revealing swimsuit that didn’t look even
remotely appropriate for competitive swimming, and she didn’t enter
the pool once, claiming that she was dealing with her monthly
cramps, a cheeky grin on her face. The excuse went on to the point
of absurdity. Working on drills? Sorry, she had cramps. Needed help
setting up the lane lines and handing out the kickboards? Cramps,
Julia was afraid to report. Asking her to even consider thinking
about coming in the pool? Cramps, cramps and more cramps.
Since Parker was a guy, he couldn’t say anything, but Bee was quick
to call her out on her lies. Still, they couldn’t do anything about
it; she’d just go back to the principal complaining that they were
discriminating against her. And so she sat, toying on her phone and
openly mocking them, day after day, week after week.
As captain, Parker could have just ended the charade whenever and
given her the picture before the month was done to be rid of her,
but he didn’t want to. Not because he cared about the photo, but
because deep down, he thought it might be possible to help her with
the swim club the same way it had helped everyone else. He had seen
her do some mean and awful things to people during his time in high
school, but despite her immense popularity and family name, she
must have been going through something in order to act like that.
Maybe things were tough at home, or she was more lonely that she
gave the impression of being… after all, people weren’t just mean
for no reason, right? If he could just coax her into the water, he
was sure he could get her to change her rotten ways.
Bee didn’t agree with him, but thankfully she trusted him enough to
let him try. Still, it had been three weeks out and he’d yet to
coax her into the water or even say something to them other than a
scornful comment. He could see that his teammates were beginning to
get frustrated, and eventually even Bee started getting back on his
case about just giving into her demands and letting her be in the
stupid photo so they could have their club back. He just asked her
for one more day. That was all he needed.
It was at the end of that Friday practice, and everyone else but
him had left for the weekend. As captain, it was his job to tidy up
and lock up the gate after practice, and as he was doing so, he
noticed that someone had left something behind on the bench.
Walking over to examine it, he saw that it was a pink satchel
handbag; specifically, Julia’s. Out of the corner of his eye, he
suddenly saw her re-approach the pool. It seemed that she left it
there by mistake and was now coming back to retrieve it after
realizing her mistake. This was perfect; now he could have a frank
conversation with her in private, and maybe try to come to some
sort of agreement. Away from all the others, it might have been
easier to get her to open up. As she approached, he held out the
“Julia! You left this here… listen, can we talk? I think we all got
off on the wrong foot…”
She snatched back her pursed and combed through it, a somewhat
repulsed expression on her face.
“You didn’t touch this, right? I swear, if there’s one thing
He sighed and tried to give her the benefit of the doubt.
“Um… no, Julia. I just wanted to make sure you it back. Listen,
about this whole team thing… maybe you’d like it if you actually
joined us the water next week? If you just come in and give it a
try, I’d be willing to bet that you’d enjoy yourself.”
Without really thinking about it, he tried giving her a reassuring
pat on the shoulder. It was something he did with his teammates all
the time, and he didn’t think that much of it, but he instantly
knew it was a mistake the way she threw herself backwards from it,
visibly retching like he was a diseased animal.
“Don’t fucking touch me, you orphaned freak! You and your whole
gang of fucktards disgust me… I’m not touching that pisswater. If
you want me gone early, then give me the photo. Otherwise I’m
staying the week and getting my picture.”
He ignored the “orphaned freak” comment. He’d heard worse things by
this point in his life.
“Look, why don’t you just try swimming? You might like it! We don’t
have anything against you, Julia. Neither do I.”
She stared at him, almost flabbergasted that he was still trying to
talk to her. Parker had shown her that her petty insults weren’t
going to bother him, even if she tried getting personal. He was
still going to take the high road.
“I’m not one of you, okay? I don’t have magic workout genes like
all you faggots. I could be a swimmer, if I wanted to. But I don’t.
My body is built for beauty, not for physical activity. So unless
you wanna give me that photo early, you can fuck right off.”
Finishing her rant, she turned around and began stomping out, her
heels clicking angrily against the pavement.
That first bit of what she said had caught him off guard. If she
wanted to throw around bullshit insults, that was her prerogative,
but what she had said had bugged him in a way she probably didn’t
even fully understand.
First of all, as he could easily tell, she was absolutely wrong
about her own body, which was almost infuriating enough in itself.
Julia was tall and slender, with long limbs and broad shoulders; in
essence, she had the perfect swimmer body. Most of his female club
members would have killed to have started off with a physique like
that, even if it wasn’t trained. If she ever did become a serious
swimmer, her natural potential would have been far higher than
probably around 95% of people, if not more.
The only thing limiting her was her own lack of desire to improve.
But that wasn’t what really bothered him; what really ticked him
off was what she said about him and his teammates. To devalue all
of their hard work like that and say that they hadn’t worked their
butts off to get where they were at? That was more maddening than
anything else she could have thrown out. It was true that Parker
had great genetics, at least for swimming, but most of his
teammates didn’t and were still amazing swimmers nonetheless, and
for her to say that all that was completely worthless…
It was too much for him to handle.
“You know what, Julia? Fine. Go away, you bitch.”
She turned around. He knew what he was saying was wrong, but he
just couldn’t stop himself. It felt so nice to finally put her in
her place, taking the high road be damned.
“Yeah, I said it. It’s what everyone here already thinks and you
know it. You know why I think you hate us so much? Because you know
that we have something you can never have. Your rich family can buy
you almost anything, but you no matter what you do or where you go,
you can’t become a swimmer without hard work. You’ll never know the
satisfaction of earning something yourself. You want the photo?
Fine, I don’t care. Just don’t come here anymore.”
He turned around, grabbing his own bag and walking towards the
gate. He heard Julia rustling through her bag behind him, but he
didn’t care. He was too fuming to think of anything but his own
disgust for her. Bee was right; there were some people you simply
An awful chill hit his back from behind, and he hit the floor fast
and hard, the world melting out from underneath him as he slammed
into the concrete below with an audible thud.
He watched his own body swim, unable to stop his dainty hands from
trembling. Julia had no clue what she was doing out there in the
water, and it showed. Even with a simple stroke like freestyle, she
managed to disregard anything relating to proper form, her arms
slamming hard into the water with every pained stroke, her kicks
erratic and sloppy. She kept bumping into the lane lines, and her
flip turns-- and calling them flip turns was very generous-- were
abhorrent, her feet not even pushing off the wall after she
somersaulted. It was some consolation to his battered ego that he
was well trained enough that his body could still make good time
even when controlled by someone without even the slightest
knowledge of correct technique, but he still was glad that no one
but him was around to witness this sad display.
He had woken up just a few minutes earlier to the sound of his own
voice laughing, a pair of large breasts rising up just beneath his
line of sight the first thing he noticed, a lock of wavy black hair
flying past his eyes as he scrambled to stand up. His proportions
were off, and the bounce in his bust was impossible to ignore as he
watched himself poke his own abs and snicker to himself. It was
like something out of a movie.
Parker was by no means a believer in the supernatural or mystical,
but he was genre-savvy enough to know what had happened without
having to go through all the motions. They’d swapped bodies, and at
least as far as he was able to gauge from her reaction, she’d
intended to do this. He didn’t care how or why she’d done this-- he
just wanted to change back as quickly as possible. He tried calling
out to her, wanting to stop that cruel sounding laughter coming
from his mouth as quickly as possible, only to find that he
couldn’t speak a single word, his throat not allowing a single
syllable to escape. Julia saw the confused look on his face, and
laughed again before explaining herself.
“You think I’d do this and let you talk, dipshit? Sorry, you’ll be
miss quiet for the next few days- can’t have you ruining my
reputation, you know. Don’t think about trying to write shit down,
either. Won’t work. You can’t tell a soul.”
He walked over to her, his rage getting the better of him, punching
his old body in the gut as hard as he could. Julia didn’t even
flinch, laughing even more and relishing the feeling of how much
stronger she now was than him. He was frustrated, but took the fact
that she didn’t lay a finger on him in retribution well, which at
the very least seemed to signify that she intended on switching
back at some point. As she went on with her spiel, that thought
brought him comfort; she was Julia Elmwood, and the Julia Elmwood
he knew would never abandon her life for another. This all must
have been just a sick game to her- a theory that was validated with
her next statement.
“I was gonna use that charm on that ugly bitch in my science class,
but you managed to piss me off even more. These things are
expensive, you dipshit. But whatever. I can make this work. Hell,
this’ll be fun. Like roleplaying as an insane-fucking-freak. Oh,
don’t look so melodramatic, pussy. It lasts for like three days,
tops. If I can stand to be in your pigshit small-dicked carcass for
more than five seconds I’m sure you can manage to live in my
perfect body. Fuck, I should be charging you for the privilege.”
The threat of this being permanent now quashed, he felt himself
start to breath a little easier. Still, the thought of being Julia
Elmwood for any length of time wasn’t a welcoming one no matter how
Parker looked at. He felt so pissed at her, her stupid spoiled
smirk plastered proudly on his face. He couldn’t remember the last
time someone had gotten him so riled up, if ever.
“So all that shit you were spurting earlier about me not being able
to have what I want? I’m Julia fucking Elmwood. I can have whatever
I want and whatever I don’t. So shut the fuck up and be a good girl
while I screw around with your shit and maybe I won’t wreck your
entire life. Then again, I haven’t done this with a guy yet. I
really should take advantage of this. Maybe I’ll make out with your
little slutty girlfriend…”
The thought of Julia even approaching Bee while in his body was
enough to make him flare up again with anger, and he moved to punch
her again, Julia easily catching his tiny wrist with his own hand.
The size disparity between the two of them was even more apparent
with her having stopped him so easily. He wrestled his arm back
from her with great difficulty before taking a step back,
exasperated. He wanted to scream so badly, but she’d stolen his
voice in addition to his body, and no matter how he tried, no sound
would come out. It was like someone had removed his vocal cords.
He’d never seen The Little Mermaid, but he knew the gist well
enough to hope that Julia found herself impaled on mast of a ship
by the time this was all over.
Thankfully, even after she’d stolen his athleticism, she couldn’t
steal his passion for the sport, and he was only forced to endure
watching her swim in his body for a few minutes before her short
attention span got the better of her and she got out of the pool.
Without sound, he tried begging her to switch them back as she
slowly gathered her things and started to leave the pool, but not
before reaching into his pockets and throwing his old phone to the
ground, shattering it into pieces.
“I don’t want you bothering me. Try coming close to me one more
time or doing anything I wouldn’t do and I’ll have you fucking
committed before it wears off. Don’t go to school. Don’t go
outside. Don’t touch or steal my shit and don’t grab my tits, and
don’t do anything with anyone who doesn’t come to you first. My
parents are gone for the month so just behave and stay in my room.
My place is bugged to all hell and I’ll know the moment you try
anything. I’d tell you to keep your pretty little mouth shut too,
but I know I don’t have to worry about that.”
And she left just as she came, his body walking with a feminine
strut he’d never have liked to see it carry, wordlessly mourning
the loss of his phone along with his body. Parker had worked so
hard for it. Julia couldn’t have understood how important that old
Blackberry had been to him, the girl having brought along a new
cell phone with her almost every other day…
The next three days were some of the oddest that he’d ever had in
his entire life. She had been kind enough to leave her address
behind before abandoning him by the poolside, and he followed the
directions in a stupor, simultaneously embarrassed by the
sensations of being in a girl’s body and oddly curious by the
neighborhood he’d just walked into, the houses around him getting
larger and larger with each street until they didn’t even seem like
Eventually, he reached the home she ordered him to go to, and his
jaw dropped at the sight of it. Julia lived in a palace, her giant
bedroom (which she didn’t have to share with anyone!) filled to the
brim with undeserved trophies, expensive gadgets, and dozens upon
dozens of pictures of her alongside friends and family in various
locales around the world. She must have been to at least fifty
different countries- Parker had never even left the state before.
In the corner, there was a walk-in closet filled to the brim with
hundreds if not thousands of different girly outfits, although he
didn’t dare even touch them for fear of her retribution- not that
he wanted to in the first place. He didn’t explore the rest of the
giant three-story mansion, ignoring the maids and servants who
warmly greeted him the first time he came home, asking him if they
could bring him anything his heart so desired. He felt guilty for
not being able to thank them or say anything, but they seemed
accustomed to being openly ignored by Julia, something that wasn’t
lost on him at all.
He stayed in her room for the whole of the weekend, terrified of
the prospect of Julia ruining his life out of anger. The bedroom
was massive. His eyes had wandered everywhere and he’d yet to find
anything resembling a camera or a microphone, but he still wasn’t
going to take any risks. He sat in bed, trying to sleep his way out
of the situation, ignoring the massive breasts that rose and fell
with every breath. Never had he felt so anxious; the thought of
what she’d be doing with his body over the long weekend the only
thought on his mind.
He didn’t care if she missed a workout or ate like crap for a few
days or anything pointless like that... but with her mouth, she’d
be sure to insult one of his friends without thinking twice about
it. Parker liked being nice to others, and he enjoyed the positive
reputation he kept because of it; he didn’t want her ruining a
lifetime of friendships he’d worked so hard to maintain. But what
else could he do beside wait?
He faced virtually no stimulation over the next few days, other
than the constant ringing and vibrating from a pile of old phones
she kept in her dresser drawer, which he dared not to touch aside
from the black one she told him she had ready specifically for this
purpose, although it only received a text once on the first day to
confirm that he was still inside her bedroom before it went silent.
He tried texting out more than the “yes” that she had asked for,
but his fingers wouldn’t let him, presumably a side effect from the
same magic that was keeping him from speaking to anyone or saying
anything. There was an open notebook on the desk left to a blank
page, and he picked up a pen to try writing something, only to find
what she said was true; he couldn't even write, his hands not
allowing him to move the pen. Unless he wanted to try to play the
world's most complicated game of charades, he had absolutely no way
of communicating with anyone about what had happened.
The fact that Julia was so organized and calm about having someone
else in her body was disturbing in itself, and he got the
impression from her earlier comments that she was no stranger to
stealing lives. She had said back at the pool that she’d only done
this with girls before, and he tried to remember if he ever
recalled a girl acting uncharacteristically mean or weird around
the time of one of Julia’s infamously long absences from school,
but nothing came to him. Huron High was a large school though, and
he obviously didn’t know more than a fraction of its thousands of
students. It easily could've happened without him or anyone else
And thinking back further, he did recall one incident around a year
ago in which a girl named Jessie had publicly threatened to commit
suicide before being removed from school. Jessie had always been a
rival of Julia, and just the day before had gotten in a large
public scuttle with her at lunch. Parker recalled Julia being
particularly snarky the day after they had taken Jessie away, and
at the time he had assumed it was just the insensitive bitchiness
of a girl happy to see her long time enemy hauled off to the mental
hospital, but looking back at it with this new context, it seemed
more likely that there had been foul play at work. With that
realization came more fear, but he pushed it down. She wouldn't do
that to him too, right? Maybe Jessie had tried going against her
rules… Julia was a brat and a nutcase, but she didn’t have much
reason to ruin his life if he didn’t give her one- or at least
that’s what he told himself.
The days passed by slowly, an agonizing wait and lack of knowledge
of what was going on outside torturing him greatly. His anxiety
eventually gave way to uncharacteristic anger, and he found himself
constantly mad, both at himself and Julia. No one bothered him but
the maids bringing him his meals, and he stewed alone in his head,
unable to express his fury into words. He couldn’t stop cursing up
a storm internally, and he occasionally had to wonder if the spell
was having an effect on him beyond just the physical effect; he had
already caught himself rolling his eyes without realizing it and
slamming the door in the face of a maid who had done nothing but
politely hand him his dinner. He knew he should’ve felt bad about
it, and he did… but not as much as he once would have. His eyes
would occasionally dart to the closet, and he’d picture himself
trying on an outfit or two for a moment before shaking his head and
burying it into his oversized pillow with shame. Being in this body
was unhealthy for his psyche- it was almost like he was starting to
think like Julia; definitely not a prospect he wanted to consider
Finally, Monday morning rolled around, and he woke up before dawn
to a new text on the phone she'd left him. It was a picture of his
body smiling while eating a giant breakfast of chocolate-chip
pancakes and a pile of other sugary pastries, apparently to taunt
him. Julia apparently had some screwed up perception of him,
assuming that he’d be especially bothered by seeing his body
“ruined” by a day or two of unhealthy eating. He couldn’t help but
smile at her childishness. It was good to see that she wasn’t doing
anything too crazy with his body if this was the stuff she needed
to brag about. It was better if Julia thought that this really did
bug him; if she thought this was enough to get his goat, it meant
she wouldn’t be doing anything actually harmful.
Laying back on bed with relief, he let out a long sigh, his heavy
breasts not feeling like an annoyance for the first time since he’d
gotten them. This ordeal was almost over. She said whatever she did
was only gonna last three days, so he just had to stay inside her
room one more school day and wait for it to reverse. School would
give her more opportunities to do weird things in his body, but
there wasn’t anything he could do about it. But hey, Julia was
known for her terrible attendance record even when she was in her
own body; why would she go there in his? Besides, even if she did
go, if what she did was anything like what she had sent him, he
didn’t have anything to worry about. He started to relax, and by
the time a second vibration alerted him to a second text she had
sent him almost an hour later, he hardly felt worried at all.
At least until he saw a picture of familiar red one-piece bathing
suit lying on the floor of the school’s locker room. He’d know that
swimsuit anywhere- It was Bee’s. He suddenly recalled that he and
Bee had recently begun early morning practice together on Monday
mornings, just between the two of them, and it seemed Julia had
somehow found out about it. Before he could even think about how to
respond, another text came in.
“lol if you thought that was it btw. don’t fuck with people better
than u. enjoy prison ;3”
Julia’s body was astounding untrained compared to his, but he
didn’t think he had ever sprinted faster in his life as he ran over
to the Huron High pool, any awkwardness about the way his body
bounced as he ran the farthest worry from his mind. He prayed she
was just fucking with him, that the spoiled bitch was just playing
a cruel joke and that Bee was fine. If she touched her- if that
daft cunt had laid even a single finger on Bee, he was going to do
something so impulsive and wrong that he’d probably regret it for
the rest of his life. But that didn’t matter right now. Right now
he just had to see that Bee was alright. She had to be.
Parker was out of breath by the time he made it, but he unlocked
the gate and ran inside, his heart breaking in two the moment he
heard a soft sob coming from the inside of the girl’s locker room.
Going inside as fast as he could, he saw Bee hunched over a wooden
bench, quietly crying to herself, messy tears running down her face
in streaks. Her hair was disheveled, her swimsuit having several
noticeable tears on one side, the top left strap stretched out as
if someone had tried grabbing it from the front. The moment she
caught sight of him she buried her head into her hands and cried
“Go away, Julia. Please…”
He wanted to do a thousand different things at once, but without a
voice, there was no way to explain himself. Almost starting to cry
himself, he reached out with a hand to comfort her, only for Bee to
slap it away, before standing up and walking over to a nearby
stall, locking herself in.
“Just leave, please. I can’t do this right now. He... just......”
Never in his life had he experienced such pure rage. He wanted to
release a scream so primal and foreign that it would shake the
heavens themselves, but no sound would leave his mouth. The desire
to sink to his knees and die was only slightly beaten by the rage
that had consumed his everything, and the moment he heard the vague
echo of a weak splash inside the pool through the open door of the
locker room he felt something pop off inside of his head. There was
only a single person who could’ve been swimming. After all what
she’d just done, she decided to go for a swim. Julia Elmwood was
not a person anymore in his mind-- she was a nothing, an inhuman
stain on his school and on his club and on the face of the earth.
His head spinning, he walked outside, ready to confront the most
vile person he’d ever had the displeasure of meeting. He didn’t
know what he was going to do, but he was going to do something.
This would not go unpunished.
The Huron High swimming facility was designed like many similar
pools in that one had to go through the locker room in order to
reach it, so Parker hadn’t seen the water prior to his encounter
with Bee. There were a million words that wanted to come out of his
mouth when he saw Julia, and a million more feelings that he wanted
her to understand, so that she would suffer and hurt and never ever
be able to do anything bad to anyone ever again. And the shriek
that left his mouth, the first sound he’d heard from himself since
this whole thing had began once he saw her was loud and guttural, a
high-pitched screech without words or meaning.
His body floated still just beneath the surface of the water, pale
skin shimmering peacefully in the early morning sunlight, his
smooth belly facing upwards towards the sky. It did not move or
breath or worry, not for the next minute and not ever again.
The official coroners report for the untimely demise of Parker Flat
was reported as death by drowning. Being captain of his school’s
swim club, this was an unexpected situation, and foul play was
initially suspected until surveillance footage seemed to eliminate
the possibility. Video of the pool showed the young man stepping
out of the locker room area at 6:49am with a smile before hopping
straight in the pool, stopping at a point in the deep end several
minutes later while grabbing his left leg and sinking to the
bottom, struggling weakly against the water for several minutes
before he stopped moving.
An extensive autopsy report revealed that the young man had eaten
an abnormally large breakfast the morning immediately before
swimming, which detectives and medical professionals eventually
concluded had given him the leg spasm that prevented him from
moving to safety, thus indirectly causing his death. This was a
puzzle to most of the surviving members of the swim club, as anyone
even slightly experienced in the water would have known to wait at
least thirty minutes after eating to enter a pool; after all,
everybody knew how easy it was to get cramps.
The tape of his demise had been leaked, and it circulated within
the school’s student body before the week was over, thus giving
Parker the unique opportunity of watching his own death play out
before his eyes over and over again in the weeks that followed.
His voice and power to speak as he intended returned to him fully
only minutes after the death of his body, but it seemed that he’d
be trapped as Julia Elmwood for the rest of his natural life, much
to his horror. Julia’s death had robbed him of almost everything:
his future, his freedom, and his life. His only consolation was
that she’d never be able to hurt another soul again, and at the
very least, he still had his best friend. He had confessed to Bee
everything almost as soon as he’d been able to, and she believed
him with much more ease than he expected, grabbing him in a full
bear hug while tears ran down her cheeks.
Bee was a true friend, and he cried right alongside her, happy that
he at the very least still had her. Later that night they discussed
what had happened at Bee’s home, and while what Julia had done to
her was still unforgivable, it thankfully wasn’t nearly as dramatic
as he had initially assumed. He had gone there with the expectation
of comforting Bee, but found that she was far more concerned about
him, spending the evening assuring him that she was fine and was
just glad to know that her friend hadn’t betrayed her like she’d
been led to believe. That was when the reality of the situation had
hit him for the first time. He had lost his life, and he’d be
forced to live in this new one. He was a girl. He was Julia
Elmwood. It almost made him start to cry all over again.
Living in Julia’s body took its toll over time, and the more time
he spent as her, the more he found her mannerisms and behaviors
rubbing off on him, his gait and movements having begun to change
mostly without him having even realized it. At the start, Bee was
constantly pointing out how he was changing, sometimes at the start
with teasing laughter and later with earnest concern, the way he’d
flamboyantly flick his hair back or cock out his hip girlishly
while standing still.
But, as he was horrified to discover, the changes that were to come
were not limited to unimportant behaviors, her impulses and urges
crawling their way into his mind like a twisted parasite. It
started off small, but it grew quickly, the urge to act and behave
as she would have becoming almost overwhelming at times. At first
it just was the little things, finding that saying please or thank
you was slightly less automatic than it had been before or that
he’d feel oddly offended whenever someone neglected to hold the
door open for him. But it slowly spread beyond the superficial, and
the little surviving piece of Julia Elmwood constantly whispering
in his ear always commanded at least part of his attention,
spreading irresistible and undeserved contempt for all those around
With great effort, he managed almost never to vocalize or
demonstrate the mean-spirited words and cruel insults constantly
popping into his brain, but the thoughts were always present,
sneering and jeering in the background. He could never see his
friends or his teachers or his servants and think of them as real
people with thoughts and feelings, but just as worthless animals,
nothings when compared to someone of his stature and importance. On
a factual level, it wasn't hard to recognize how ridiculous this
line of thought was, but that didn't change the fact that he kept
thinking it. Occasionally he’d let his guard slip for just a moment
and he’d have called someone a rat-faced bitch without even
realizing it, sending yet another self-conscious girl crying to the
bathroom or humiliating some poor soul in front of their peers.
Whenever it happened, the guilt he felt would eat him up inside for
the rest of the week, feeling even worse when combined with the
sense of undeserved self-righteousness that always came with it.
Bee was incredibly supportive, and he doubt he would’ve stayed sane
near the start without her constant presence in his life. She was
always just a phone call away, ready and eager to spend time with
him as he needed, whether it was lending him an ear to vent away
how crazy Julia’s emotions were or asking for assistance dealing
with the more technical aspects of his new gender. She was so kind-
kinder than she’d ever been, even, and he started to wish more and
more that he was still a guy so he could reciprocate that kindness
in the way he really had wanted to. Homecoming soon came around,
and they both watched with silent envy as guys and girls asked each
other out and paired together, both knowing that with the way their
friendship had been progressing prior to this that they probably
would’ve been joining them had Julia not interfered with their
Eventually the cruel thoughts started talking about Bee, too. She
was patient with him, realizing what was going on, but it must have
hurt her watching him occasionally recoil from her touch or mutter
an unnecessary comment about her weight under his breath. He always
apologized immediately and profusely, and she always said that she
understood, but he could see the hurt in her eyes.
Swimming stopped, and the swim club found a new leader in Bee.
Parker had tried to rejoin the swim club and start over from
scratch, but Julia Elmwood despised swimming, and as had expected
to find out eventually, he did too. He simply couldn’t stomach the
water for more than a few minutes before storming out in
frustration, infuriated at both his own mediocrity and how boring
he found what was once his true passion in life. His interests
continued to grow to match Julia’s, his mind drifting more and more
to fashion and mindless gossip, any interest or ability in
schoolwork melting away as he began to speak with added regularity
to Julia’s former friends and less and less to Bee. The more time
passed, the more their shared interests began to diverge, and soon
conversation between the two became stilted and forced, the pair
frequently ending discussions early and avoiding each other in
order to prevent arguments.
Senior year soon came to a close, and the two hardly even spoke
anymore aside from an awkward weekly phone call which seemed to get
shorter and shorter each time they had it. When Parker told her
that he had decided on attending Harvard after all rather than the
state university they had been planning to go to together since
sophomore year, Bee hardly seemed surprised at all. He had tried so
much to get over his pride in order to keep with his original
promise, but the thought of attending a place that had once brought
him so much excitement now only brought him disgust, and no amount
of self-awareness over how stupid that thought was could change the
way he felt. He had to go to Harvard; the status of any other
school just wouldn’t be enough to take him where he needed to go in
life. He tried getting that across to her, but Julia Elmwood was
much worse with words than he had been, and he could tell he failed
completely in getting his point across. Bee just cordially
congratulated him on his decision, no noticeable excitement or
malice in her voice, and politely told him she had some work to do
before hanging up. He could hear her choke on the last word she got
out before she hung up, and he wished more than anything that his
mind didn’t spend the next hour ridiculing her for her sadness
until he almost began to agree with it.
He spoke to her a few more times before the year ended, their
encounters brief and uneventful, the two both too embarrassed to
say that they didn’t want to be seen in public around the other.
Bee didn’t say anything to him when he attended the prom along with
a date, but he caught a glimpse at her staring intensely at him
from the sidelines as he danced along with the star of the football
team. His heart assumed jealousy, and he knew deep down that
probably wasn’t what it actually was, but racking her mind she
could think of no other reasonable explanation.
Julia Elmwood graduated from her class without special academic
honors (although she did manage to get her face in just about every
club’s yearbook picture, much to her satisfaction). Statistically,
her grade point average and combined test scores gave her less than
a 0.08% chance of getting accepted into the most prestigious school
on the planet, but she was approved nonetheless, her father’s
significant contribution to the school and the new Elmwood wing of
the main library not having been said by anyone to have been a
factor in the decision. At graduation, she briefly saw Bee in the
crowd while posing for pictures with her boyfriend, but she didn’t
get a chance to say goodbye in person.
Looking at her diploma, she found herself loving the name written
on it, unable to stop her own smug sense of self-satisfaction from
shining through. She was Julia Elmwood, and for all that entailed
and implied, she absolutely loved it.
She’d go on to keep Bee’s number saved in her phone for several
more months, and she occasionally considered calling it, but never
did, the right time never seeming to come up. While rushing the
most sought after sorority on campus, she met a fellow pledge also
called Bee during a frat party and got her number, adding her to
her phone’s contact list. She briefly considered keeping both of
them on it, but decided against that, not wanting to accidentally
call the wrong one. Without a second thought, Julia deleted the
number of the old Bee, assuming that she had it saved somewhere on
her computer or something. She never checked to find out whether
she actually did or not, and in fact, never thought about Bee
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