Twenty Three — Part One
Man was making such a mess of the world in 2020, something had to be done, or womankind would be lost forever.

It was the usual lull between Christmas and New Year. Although Jack was 69, and drawing a pension, he still had a wife and daughter to support, and they all liked a few luxuries, so cabbing for a few hours a week helped. The cab business was quiet, so he sat in the car reading his paper, disappointed that, he had done the two Sudoku puzzles in the paper, because that meant things were really quiet. He glanced in the rear view mirror and saw what looked like several spider webs, branching from the insides of the car, and joining in the centre, where suspended, was what looked like a pink sea anemone, about the size of your little finger, with its little branches swaying hypnotically, as if in an ocean current.

He turned automatically, and could see hundreds of tiny pink spiders running along the strands of the web. Mouth agape, the anemone seized the opportunity, and he felt like gagging. He passed out, and when he looked at the dashboard clock he could see three minutes had passed. He felt an irresistible impulse to grasp the web, spiders and all, which came away from the sides of the car easily, and formed a tiny ball in his little hand, so he naturally swallowed the ball, as it seemed the right thing to do. He tilted down the rear view mirror to check there was none around his mouth.
The face he saw in the mirror, was just like his Mum, as he imagined she would look when about 23 years old, but prettier he thought ( with no disrespect to Mum), but instead of her dark brown hair, it was blond, the same colour as his. He thought he had gone to heaven, but then it must be hell, because he was still sitting in his cab, working. Out of the window were the same houses, and a few people milling about, and he could hear them talking.

“ Would you take me to the station please miss ?”

“Certainly sir, hop in”
He adjusted the mirror and seat, and drove off.

“ Four pounds twenty please sir”

“Keep the change”
He took the five pound note and opened his bum bag, to put it in.

“My hands !”
They’re tiny. The face in the mirror was him, or her. A very pretty young lady about 23 years old.

She drove round to Beach View Road, to gather her thoughts, as it’s quiet round there, with just a few large houses with large gardens, but no access to the beach, so not so many people around. As she climbed out of the car, she nearly lost her tracksuit bottoms and pants. He’d gone from six feet, sixteen stone, to she reckoned, about five feet four (his wife’s height) and eight stone. She couldn’t go home to change like that. He rang the home phone, to check, if anyone was in. He thought, with any luck, they’ve gone shopping. No reply - they were out. She drove the car round the back, because if the neighbours saw her they might report a burglary, and this would be very difficult to explain, and there’s a good chance she’d end up in the funny farm being asked to explain the mysterious disappearance of Jack Coulter, and why she had his possessions.
Good job the back door had a yale lock, otherwise a key would have been left on the inside and she wouldn’t be able to get in.

“Looks like I’m about a ‘C’ Cup, and my wife’s a DD, so I might have to use a bit of padding. Here goes — do it up at the front, twist the cups round to the front and pull up the straps to my shoulders.” WOW, my boobs just grew into the size of the cups,”
As her nipples touched the lace on the cups, her whole body shivered, and she went very moist. “Oh my god, I hadn’t even checked out the plumbing.”

Smart knee length pleated skirt, lacy cami vest, chiffon short sleeve blouse, and waistcoat. Wifes high heels not really appropriate for work, better check out Susys room” (Susy was Jacks 28 year old daughter) “Sorry Susy, but I’ve always loved your pink trainers, and bobby socks. I’ll buy you some more, if you ever speak to your Dad again.”
She checked herself out in the mirror “God Jackie you look hot, oops the plumbing’s leaking again. Could I be a lesbian ?

Now let’s pull some passengers ! “

Sitting on the cab rank, Jackie looked up from the driving seat, and there was a woman in a full black burka, with just the eye slits (well she supposed it was a woman). She handed Jackie a note saying where she was going. She climbed in the front seat, and three others, similarly clad, climbed in the back, and Jackie set off, to Beach View Road again. The big iron gates opened as they drove up to them, and the driveway must have been at least half a mile long, before they reached the house, which was like an eastern palace, similar to the Taj Mahal.

The one who sat in the front seat beckoned Jackie to follow her, down some winding passages, and into a sumptuous bedroom. The woman closed the door and went to a bureau, drew out two fifty pound notes, and gave them to Jackie. As their eyes met, Jackie was transfixed, and the woman peeled back her veil.