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Of Sound Mind and Someone Else's Body
by William Quincy Belle
Genre:
SciFi Romantic Comedy
SciFi Romantic Comedy
Alan Maitland is a successful businessman on his way up the corporate
ladder. Life is good, but life is also full of the unexpected. A
scientific experiment goes awry and Alan’s mind is transferred to
the body of Hana Toussaint, a high-class escort. Suddenly, he must
not only contend with a new identity, but with the eye-opening
experience of living as a female: how to walk in high heels without
falling; how to put on a bra without dislocating a shoulder; how to
deal with makeup without poking out an eye; and how to get along in a
society which in many ways is still male-dominated.
ladder. Life is good, but life is also full of the unexpected. A
scientific experiment goes awry and Alan’s mind is transferred to
the body of Hana Toussaint, a high-class escort. Suddenly, he must
not only contend with a new identity, but with the eye-opening
experience of living as a female: how to walk in high heels without
falling; how to put on a bra without dislocating a shoulder; how to
deal with makeup without poking out an eye; and how to get along in a
society which in many ways is still male-dominated.
When Alan discovers that Hana has taken over his body, the two of them
must work together to find the scientist who can reverse the
experiment and give them back their respective lives. Along the way,
they must cope with living as each other and learn what it's like to
be a member of the opposite sex. And as their adventure goes on, Alan
the woman must figure out his growing feelings for Hana the
man.
must work together to find the scientist who can reverse the
experiment and give them back their respective lives. Along the way,
they must cope with living as each other and learn what it's like to
be a member of the opposite sex. And as their adventure goes on, Alan
the woman must figure out his growing feelings for Hana the
man.
Alan faces the biggest challenge of his life which Hana sums up with one
decisive question:
decisive question:
“Are you man enough to be a woman?”
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Of Sound Mind and Someone Else’s Body
By William Quincy Belle
EXCERPT
Alan stood at the balcony railing sipping a Scotch. He surveyed
his domain: the buildings of New York City’s core, the lit billboards, and the
non-stop bustle of the street below. He was ready for the most critical
business deal of his career. If he pulled this off, he would cement his future
as a significant player in the company. He was going places. He could taste it.
The vastness of the cityscape washed over him. Years of hard
work and calculated moves had come to fruition, and he now lived in an
eighth-floor condominium in an exclusive Upper East Side building with
twenty-four-hour security, surrounded by designer furniture. He was on top of
the world.
With a final gulp, Alan finished his drink and went inside,
locking the sliding door. He sauntered across the open-plan living room to the
kitchen and put his glass in the dishwasher.
After flicking off the light, he went to bed and gazed at the
ceiling in the semi-darkness. As he mulled over his schedule for the next two
days, he was more convinced than ever he was on the verge of something
extraordinary. He rolled onto his side and drifted off to sleep.
***
Alan gagged. Something filled his mouth and
throat. He couldn’t breathe and thought he might throw up. He brought both
hands to his face and fumbled around trying to free himself.
His mouth became clear. He coughed as he gasped for air, then sat
on his heels and braced his hands on his thighs. He shuddered.
“What’s the matter?” The male voice sounded concerned. “Are you
all right?”
Alan focused and realized he was staring at a man’s legs with
the trousers bunched below the knees. Confused, he looked up. There was the
naked groin of a man sprouting an erect penis covered with a condom.
His eyes widened. What the
hell?
He scanned his surroundings. He was in a hotel room, furnished
as if it was one of the major chains. The man grinned at him. Alan gaped at the
penis. Had that been in his mouth? A wave of nausea washed over him. This
couldn’t be real.
“Take a breath and let’s try again.” The man stepped forward and
placed one hand on the back of Alan’s head as he grasped the base of his penis
with the other. He aimed his shaft and pulled.
Alan pushed the man’s hips away. “Stop!” he cried out. But it
wasn’t his voice; it was a woman’s.
The man leaned back. “I don’t understand. You’ve always been
able to take all of me with no difficulty. Throat problem?”
Alan blinked, dazed.
“Okay,” the man said. “We can skip the deep throat. A normal
blowjob will do fine.”
Confused, Alan regarded him and said, “I can’t,” again in a
female voice.
“What?”
“I’m not doing that.”
“Don’t get me all worked up for nothing! I’ll have blue balls
for a week. I paid you the usual four hundred. Now, how about giving me a go?”
The man shifted forward again, holding out his erection. He
grasped Alan’s head and pulled it toward him.
“Jesus!” Alan muttered as he pushed against the man’s hips. The
two of them were at a stalemate. Horrified by the erection in front of his
face, Alan slammed his fist into the man’s scrotum. The man gasped and released
his grip on Alan’s head.
Alan scurried back as the man fell to his knees, both hands
holding his groin. He flopped over into a fetal position, moaning. Alan staggered
to his feet and stumbled as one of his ankles buckled under him. He looked down
and saw he was wearing high-heels and nylon stockings. He gawked for a moment then
wobbled over to the wall mirror. His eyes widened. The face reflected at him
was not his: It was that of a woman.
He touched his face and saw in the mirror a slender hand move to
the smooth skin of the woman’s face. Unfamiliar blue eyes stared at him. His
mind reeled, unable to understand how this was possible. He had to be dreaming,
but this didn’t feel like a dream. Was he going to wake up at any moment?
He heard a groan behind him. The man on the floor mumbled, “Oh
fuck,” but didn’t move.
Alan again gazed into the mirror. He brushed aside
shoulder-length blond hair and studied his features, focusing on the thick eye
shadow and red lips. He was wearing lipstick. Was he in drag? That wasn’t his
face, however. It wasn’t his face at all.
He pulled the blond hair. It wasn’t a wig. There was an odor. He
held his hand up to his nose then grabbed his hair and inhaled. He was wearing
perfume.
As he stood staring at himself, he glanced down at his chest.
What were those? He ran his hands over the two protrusions. They were breasts.
He had breasts.
An odd thought came to him. He passed a hand over the front of a
short skirt. There was no bulge. He lifted the hem and reached between his
legs. No penis, no male genitalia. His face scrunched up in horror. What the hell?
He pulled up the dress to expose a garter belt, stockings, and a
pair of panties on top. He pulled the panties down and rubbed a hand between
his legs.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Alan muttered. He had a pussy. He was a woman.
Queasiness welled up in him, and he felt light-headed. His
stomach heaved, and he coughed up bile. The back of his throat burned. He had
to figure out what had taken place and how he could get out of this situation.
There was a purse on the table. He dumped out the contents and
sorted through them. The first thing he saw was a black rectangular box labeled
Stun Gun. There was a wallet, so he
opened it and flipped through the cards until he found a driver’s license. He
looked at the photo and looked in the mirror. It was the same woman. The name
given was Hana Toussaint with an address of 243 Charlton Street, Apartment 23.
His mind raced as he tried to make sense of this nightmarish
situation. Who was this Hana Toussaint? What connection could there be between
the two of them? How could he be in her body? How was it possible to end up in
someone else’s body?
He froze. Where was his body? If he had taken over the body of
this Hana Toussaint, had somebody taken over his? Was it Hana? Had the two of
them switched bodies? He had to find Alan Maitland and confront whoever was in
that body.
Alan shook his head. This was all too bizarre, and he couldn’t
make sense of anything. He had to find the other Alan.
He examined the address on the driver’s license again. Thank goodness. It was in the same city.
But he didn’t understand where in the city this hotel was located. He found
money inside the billfold and counted out four hundred and fifty-five dollars. The
guy on the floor had said he’d paid four hundred bucks for a blowjob.
The door to the room opened with an explosive crash. A slim,
tall man in a suit and tie ran in and stopped in the center of the room. “Don’t
you move!”
Alan whipped around to stare at this newcomer. The first man now
sat in a chair. He had one hand on his groin, but the other rested on a small
table beside a cell phone. Alan hadn’t been paying attention, too caught up in
his dilemma.
The slim man glanced at Alan. “Are you all right? What happened?
What did he do?”
The seated man said, “What did I do? What did she do!
Hell, Marvin, she punched me right in the nuts!” He shifted in his seat holding
his groin. “I was the one who called the answering service.”
Marvin turned back to Alan astonished. “What’s the matter with
you? Mr. Smith is one of your regulars. Why in the hell would you do such a
thing?”
Alan cowered against the wall. “Who are you?”
“Who am I? What’s going on? Is this a joke?” The newcomer nodded
to the man in the chair. “I apologize, Mr. Smith. I’m sure all of this is
explainable. Let me get this straightened out.” Then he walked up to Alan and
spoke in a hushed tone. “What’s gotten into you? Did he do something wrong?
What’s the problem?”
“I’m confused. I don’t understand,” Alan said, scrutinizing the
room.
“What?” Marvin squinted. “Are you okay? Are you stoned or
something?”
“I don’t know.”
Marvin took hold of his arm. “May I speak with you out in the
hall?”
Alan wrenched his arm away. “What are you doing?”
“We need to have a chat,” Marvin said. He retook Alan’s arm and
led him toward the door.
Alan jerked free of Marvin’s grasp and scrambled for the black
box. He pushed it against the tall man’s midriff and pressed the switch. There
was a crackle of electricity as Marvin’s body spasmed. Alan let go of the button,
and Marvin collapsed in a heap.
He stood over the man. How long would he be incapacitated? He
shot Mr. Smith a glance. Mr. Smith stared wide-eyed, his gaze shifting between
Marvin and Alan.
With little thought, Alan dashed to the table and stuffed Hana’s
belongings back in the purse then rushed down the hall to the elevator. Twice
he almost lost his balance. Frustrated, he muttered, “Christ, how do women walk
in these things?”
William Quincy Belle is just a guy. Nobody famous; nobody rich; just some guy
who likes to periodically add his two cents worth with the hope,
accounting for inflation, that $0.02 is not over evaluating his
contribution. He claims that at the heart of the writing process is
some sort of (psychotic) urge to put it down on paper and likes to
recite the following, which so far he hasn't been able to attribute
to anyone: "A writer is an egomaniac with low self-esteem."
You will find Mr. Belle's unbridled stream of consciousness floating
around in cyberspace.
who likes to periodically add his two cents worth with the hope,
accounting for inflation, that $0.02 is not over evaluating his
contribution. He claims that at the heart of the writing process is
some sort of (psychotic) urge to put it down on paper and likes to
recite the following, which so far he hasn't been able to attribute
to anyone: "A writer is an egomaniac with low self-esteem."
You will find Mr. Belle's unbridled stream of consciousness floating
around in cyberspace.
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2 Comments
Science Fiction with (gasp) sex!
ReplyDeleteFreaky Friday, adult version.
Modern day issues: the double standard, sexism, misogyny: Men have no idea what women go through in our culture, but what if a man was forced to walk a mile in her shoes, literally?
This is both a humorous and serious look at gender identity. We would all better understand if we could look at the world through other people's eyes.
Thanks for the shout-out.
All the best to you in your world. :-)
William Quincy Belle
You're very welcome! This sounds like an intriguing and amusing read. :)
DeletePlease try not to spam posts with the same comments over and over again. Authors like seeing thoughtful comments about their books, not the same old, "I like the cover" or "sounds good" comments. While that is nice, putting some real thought and effort in is appreciated. Thank you.