Chapter 1 Alex is Annoyed with Chris & Angela

Seconds later, I felt someone else grab my hands, and squeeze them tightly. “Please don’t hurt yourself. I love you, too,” I heard Lisa plead through tears. “I can’t imagine what it must be like, but please don’t give up? I need you, Daddy! I don’t care whether you’re my daddy, my aunt or my mom. I need you!” she cried. Like my mom, Lisa reached down and kissed my cheek, leaking tears on my shoulders. Then she let go, and someone else grabbed my hands.

I was beginning to feel they had lined up, no, ganged up on me. One after another, they battered me with their love ... brutalized me with their compassion.

"Those are tights Jessie. The kind you see wrestlers wear...I thought you might want to have the whole outfit, so I splurged and got you them," his mom offered.

"Cool! Why don't they have openings in the bottom of the legs though?"

"That's the way they are designed. You don't notice it with wrestlers cause they usually wear boots....and no, I'm not buying you the boots too."

"I guess I will take what I can get. I'll be right back!"

Jessie ran upstairs with his new workout gear. This was pretty cool...he wondered how jealous Jason would be when he saw these?

"I talked to Ashley, Jason's sister today and guess what? She had the same sensitivity and swelling like I am having. She said that it would only last for a little while then I would be normal again. If you want to keep me out of school though, I'm not gonna argue, haha!" Jason replied being more than happy to skip out on school.

Amanda and Susan were taken aback.

"Ashley saw you??? With your top off??? What did she say?" Amanda questioned...her heart pounding. What if Ashley turned them in? Is this illegal?

"So we are in luck Jessie. I found some tops for you to wear under your shirts. They should fit tight so that no one can tell they are there and yet they are very soft which will help with your swollen chest. I also found you some underwear that should fit you better. Here's the fun part though...I was lucky enough to find them in matching colors. I know how you liked your old underwear to be in different, cool colors so I think you may like these," Amanda explained hoping Jessie would be fine with his new undergarments.

She knew that he did like his underwear in different cool colors meaning he liked black, grey, navy blue, and forest green. What would his take be on these softer colors? Would he accept wearing panties?

Chapter 10

“Hurry up, Claire! Over here!.”

Claire tried her best to keep up, following Emily through the garden.

Was it a dream? Was it real?

Claire again could not tell.

"Why don't you try it on yourself Jessie? If you practice on yourself you will be much better next time I need my nails done," Amanda said amusingly.

"No way mom! Only girls and sissies paint their nails. It would be the end of me if anyone saw me with pink nails," Jessie said firmly.

Amanda thought it was quite funny that Jessie had such low opinions of girls and sissies seeing that he was sitting there is a rather feminine lacy camisole with two small bumps on his chest.

In the restroom Jessie gingerly lifted his shirt. His chest was still very sensitive and his t-shirt felt like sandpaper on his nipples.

"Damn, I bruised ya pretty good on the shoulder, haha! Dude, what's wrong with your chest?" Jason was proud of the bruise he dealt Jessie, but he was fixated on Jessie's chest.

"Your nipples look freakin red and swollen. Do you have an infection or something?" Jason asked.

As Jessie stood to his feet though something welled up inside him and he found himself fighting back tears.

"Come on Jessie...come on you wuss!" Jason taunted him.

Jessie couldn't fight it...the tears welled up and he began crying.

"Oh hell no! You're crying dude? What a freakin sissy!" Jason exclaimed.

Panic engulfed Jessie as he ran away bawling uncontrollably.

"I can't do this anymore," Amanda cried on the way home. Jessie, her 13 year old son, was uncontrollable. She had no idea where he went or what time he was coming home.

"How did I mess up so horribly?"

"You didn't mess up dear," Susan countered. "He is just like his father. It is in his genes. I am not going to see another life wasted though. When we get home I need to show you something. It is something I have been thinking a lot about and something I have been doing hours and hours of research on...and I think it is our solution."

Suddenly Jessie was overcome with emotion. It hit him from out the blue with the intensity of a Mack truck. He was helplessly caught in its grasp. His eyes met Jason’s once again…then he glanced down to Jason’s lips. His lips looked so good…so inviting.. They looked undeniably yummy. Jessie couldn’t think straight…he felt a magnetic attraction pull him closer to Jason’s face. Wait, this was not right…was it? He so wanted to feel Jason’s lips on his…he just wanted them to touch for even a brief moment. That would be ok right? It didn’t matter, he had no say in the matter. He felt as if he was not in control of his actions any longer. He glanced at Jason’s eyes once again as their lips got closer. Jason’s eyes had almost a glazed look on them, Oh they were so handsome! Caught up in the moment, Jessie let his emotions fully take over as his lips met Jason’s.

“I’ll have to work on that idea,” is what comes out of my mouth as I start to remove the jeans. Still avoiding looking down or in the mirror.

Chapter 3:  Resignation

Part 3 - This is the Sequel to Jason's Story.

They say everyone has a twin somewhere. What do you do when your twin is dead and her rich husband fixates on YOU?

Many thanks to my original editor Wendy, and my new Holly and Stan. Props to Maggie for her encouragement.

Though no more than 10 minutes passed since Linda left Kate sitting on the toilet, it seemed to take an eternity to find Dr. Tom. As he rushed to Kate’s room with Linda and Meri, he called Pat and Sheila.

When Linda opened the door she immediately knew something was horribly wrong. There was blood everywhere. She rushed to the bathroom only to find the door locked. “Kate, Honey, open the door,” she shouted, pounding as hard as she could. There was no answer.

Caitlin has more fallout from the sleepover and dealing with the first day of classes. Too many things are running through his head and he's not quite sure what to do about it.

"Good afternoon and welcome to this special edition of WHO's weekend news. My name is Jeanette Crowder," I started, beginning the broadcast with a warm smile hardly befitting the chaos that seemed to have been let loose on the planet that day.

"Today, at approximately 10:58 a.m. Iowa time, an event took place that has altered almost all of mankind," I said, reading off the teleprompter. "What some people have begun calling The Great Shift has migrated souls from one person to another person. This was a totally random and still unexplained event."

Synopsis- Middle aged television news anchor Paul Hanratty is working the weekend shift in Des Moines Iowa when The Great Shift takes place.