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Prologue and Part 1
New Year's Expectations
(Part 2)
(Part 2)
by Ageiss, BLZBub and Planet
Carrie (Part 2)
by Ageiss
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh! What the…?”
Carrie
awoke with a start, after rolling in bed and accidentally squeezing one
of her large breasts. Still disoriented and sleepy, she wasn’t prepared
to see the figure of a woman
in her mid-thirties attached to her. Had she lived in an apartment
building, her yell would surely have alarmed the neighbors.
Slowly,
the memory of what had happened to her during the previous night came
back to her. It was true. She had been transported 20 years into the
future and was now a 34-year-old
woman.
“Okay,
relax,” she thought, regaining her composure bit by bit. “So that
wasn’t a dream. I just have to figure out what happened.”
She looked at the clock. 10:59 am. She had seldom slept so late, but then again, last night she had gone to bed later than ever.
Carrie
remembered she had to go to her parents’. She wondered if she should
call her driver Ferdinand, but the notion of someone having to respond
to her summons was too foreign
and even kind of discourteous to her. It was New Year, after all. She
would get a taxi.
She
supposed it was still too early for the visit, since her parents had
also gone to bed quite late at night, so she killed time by looking
through the house, trying to find clues
to the identity of the grown woman she was now.
Still,
most of the things she found at the place weren’t familiar to her at
all. There were lots of photographs, though, but she couldn’t deduce
much from them either, except the
fact that she had turned into a much uninhibited woman: most of those
pictures were downright sexy, and she exposed a lot of skin in them,
especially those where she seemed to be modelling for some
brand or another.
She
blushed when she saw them. How could this person be possibly her? How
had she gone from the shy little girl into this daring woman?
Carrie
suddenly felt a piercing pain on her temples. She concentrated and
understood exactly what was happening. Memories were suddenly flowing
through her mind. They were memories
of things she had never lived. Remembrances of those 20 lost years.
It
seemed everything had started a few months after her perceived present,
just before turning 15. Until then a cute but underdeveloped girl, she
had suddenly blossomed into a gorgeous
teenager. Carrie could now “remember” how her angst had turned into
comfortable overconfidence like the flick of a switch. Her sudden
popularity had increased her self-assurance and her timidity started to
shred.
She could recall how her young body kept developing
for a while, how she had joined the cheer-leading squad and eventually
progressed into small modelling gigs to pay for her college, where she
had majored in administration.
She
kept looking at the pictures, since they had clearly stimulated the
memories. One of them caught her attention, for she was wearing a white
bridal dress.
“Am I married? Hell…”
But the lack of a man in any of the pictures was inconspicuous. Maybe she was just modelling the dress?
Then
she remembered. Shortly after turning 21, she had gotten a modest
modelling gig in a sports-related campaign. That’s when she had met
Johnny Palmer, an internationally famous
professional football player.
Media
had followed their well-publicized relation from the start to their
marriage, which had only lasted two years, until their eventual divorce.
That had let to her second husband, an even more wealthy media mogul. That had only been marginally longer: they separated in three years.
“I’ve
had two weddings and two divorces and I’ve missed them! Jesus, I’ve
been around…” Of course, she now remembered a good part of all four
events, along with most of the two
relationships in within, from the most intimate moments to their
fights. It was enough to make any girl’s head spin.
Her
two celebrity marriages had left Carrie with both a good bit of fame
and money, and she had soon left her modelling days mostly behind, and
had gone to found and manage a firm
of her own, which fabricated swimsuits and was doing pretty good.
As
soon as she remembered her company, she felt the weight of
responsibility falling over her shoulders. She had so many things to do…
But today was New Year’s Day, and she was
free…ish. So she would use it to learn even more about this mess.
By
now, she judged she could visit her parents, so she went up to her room
to get ready. What to wear in front of them? Most of her clothes were
borderline sexy, but she didn’t
want to flaunt her new curves in front of her parents, though probably
they were used to it in this future.
Thought
still tight, she thought the simple jeans and red blouse she picked
were decent enough. She still looked great, she thought, and couldn’t
help but smile, despite the difficult
situation she was in.
She
called for a taxi and it was soon at her doorstep. She gave her former
address to the driver and tried to calm herself on the way, not wanting
to appear too nervous before her
parents.
They
arrived quicker than she wanted, and she got out and paid the driver,
and she had the impression his eyes were fixed on her all her way to the
building. She felt creeped out
by the thought.
She
was not prepared to the sight of how much aged her young parents
looked, but tried to conceal her shock. What had she expected? She was
in her mid-thirties now, for God’s sake.
Well,
on further study, she guessed they looked as well as could be expected.
Her father was balding quite a lot and was a bit thicker in gut, while
her mother had cut her hair
shorter and had dyed it in a reddish color, probably to hide its
whitening. What shocked Carrie the most was how small she looked to her
now.
The
conversation flowed naturally, because whenever there were gaps in
Carrie’s memory, they would suddenly adjust and she would remember what
was needed. That’s how she learned
the details of other aspects of her life, like the fact that her little
sister Marianne had a bit of a falling out with the rest of the family
and had started living by herself out of the country.
She
cut her visit short after inquiring what she really wanted to know. Had
she a brain injury years ago? New Year’s Eve when she was 14, perhaps?
Something that could explain a
long term memory loss? Of course, she asked everyone casually. She
didn’t want her parents to worry.
Maybe
she ought to have gone to her doctor, though she doubted he would be
working on that day. So, when she kissed her parents goodbye and started
walking aimlessly around the
neighborhood, she received a written message in the telephonic device
she had with her.
It was from her middle sister, Genevieve, and it said simply:
“I don’t know if you’re at your home, but I’m going there. There’s something important I need to tell you.”
Well,
that gave her something to do, and a good conversation with her might
help Carrie fill more gaps. At the moment, she couldn’t even place what
Genevieve’s current appearance
was, just as she hadn’t remembered her parents until she saw them.
Carrie
found a new taxi and went immediately back home –it was curious how
that new house already felt like home to her. She arrived before
Genevieve, which gave her time to prepare
herself a bit. She wasn’t sure what kind of relationship they had in
this future, but when they had been kids, they were very close, if
marginally competitive. If that had carried up with adult Genevieve’s
personality, Carrie decided she would try to portray
herself in the best light she could.
She
tidied the living room, wondering if Genevieve’s house was as large as
hers, and suddenly her thoughts deviated to her looks. Had her little
sister grown as much as she had?
In
any case… why shouldn’t she up the stakes a bit? She wasn’t in front of
her parents any more. Couldn’t she flaunt her appearance in front of a
younger sister? She peeled off
her tight jeans and swapped them for a white miniskirt. She liked the
look of red on herself, but this time she choose a simple t-shirt that
highlighted the curve of her bust.
She was putting on her new favorite
perfume when she heard the ringing of the doorbell.
The
pretty and blonde young woman at the door was on her late twenties.
Carrie had no doubts about her identity, for she still had some
resemblance to the 11 years old she had known
just yesterday, but that didn’t make it less surprising.
What
was weirder was that Genevieve was also looking at her up and down,
with a hanging mouth and as much of a surprised expression, if not more.
“Carrie?” asked the blonde.
“Yeah, why are you…? Wait, you too?” asked the eldest sister in sudden realization.
“Yes! Oh, my God, Carrie, how did this happen to us?”
“I don’t know! I was with you guys at the party and suddenly I became… this!”
“Me too! I have an adult life now. I have a husband!”
“I know! And I have two! Well, ex-husbands, but still… this is too much for me. I’m only 14!”
“And I’m 10. And yet Lance… that’s who I’m married to, by the way… is saying we should think about having children soon!”
“Oh,
my God, poor Marianne! She’s too young, and if this happened to us,
she’s probably on it too. She must be terrified in a… 27-years-old body!
And she’s all by herself on Australia.”
“We should call her.”
“For
what I understand, we’ve kind of lost contact with her. I was at our
parents this morning” explained Carrie. “But I should have her number
around, I guess.”
Carrie
wasn’t completely familiar with her house just yet, so she looked
through some papers on her desk. She felt her sister’s eyes over her
body as she did so.
“You got really lucky, Carrie. You look great.”
Carrie blushed but stuck out her chest proudly.
“Well,
I’m on my way to forty now! I guess I’m indeed lucky I still look like
this. And you didn’t do badly yourself. So maybe it’s Lance who is the
lucky one.”
Genevieve blushed this time, but she also smiled impishly.
“I’m really lucky too. He’s a very handsome boy… man, I mean.”
Carrie looked at her intently.
“Yeah,
we did it,” admitted Genevieve. “It felt perfectly natural to do so
since we’re this age now, and it was great. He really wants to get me
pregnant soon.”
“Be careful, sis. We don’t know the implications of this yet. What if you have a child and then you go back to 10 suddenly?”
“Yeah,
but what if we never go back? You said it yourself, you’re already
pushing forty. We’ve already skipped the better part of our lives, so
maybe we should make the most of
the time we have.”
It
was a very good point, thought Carrie. She finally declined searching
through her papers. Nothing looked like information to contact Marianne.
“Hey,
have you seen these new phones we have now?” asked Genevieve. “They
store information and everything. I don’t know how to use them yet, but I
bet… yes! Here it is, Marianne’s
number!”
Both sisters squealed delighted as they dialed the Australian phone number and waited.
“Hello?” the woman who answered had a thick accent.
“Marianne, is that you?”
“Uhm, no, she isn’t here right now. I’m her roommate.”
“Oh! Well, I’m her sister, can you please tell her to call us back when you see her again?”
The
roommate promised to do so. Carrie and Genevieve were a bit
disappointed, but after a while, they simply sat down in front of each
other and starting exchanging information
about what they had discovered so far about their new existences.
Genevieve (Part 2)
by BLZBub
Genevieve slowly woke up from a very deep sleep.
She got the feeling that she had slept in pretty late. What exactly had
she been doing last night? She remembered being with Lance, but that was
too good to have been true. It had to have
been a dream. But as she grew more awake, she became aware of more
things around her. First, she could feel the sheet moving across her
naked body. Second, she was becoming aware that the sheet felt different
going across her chest, which was not as flat as
it should be. Genevieve stretched and her arm came in contact with a
naked body beside her.
That helped Genevieve wake up a lot faster. She
looked beside her to see the young man from her dream. But that was
definitely not a dream. She was quite awake now and details about the
night before came racing back into her memory. Somehow,
she had skipped ahead 20 years. She was a 30 year old adult woman and
this man was her husband Lance.
Genevieve’s movements caused Lance to wake up as
well. He gave her a dreamy smile and said, “Morning, V.V. You up for a
little more loving?”
Genevieve flushed as her memory resurfaced of what
she did before bed. Lance had pleasured her in a way she had never known
before. She hadn’t a name for it until the word ‘sex’ popped into her
head. From that single word, more knowledge
expanded out, explaining what the word meant, what body parts were
involved, and how it was supposed to work. The thought of feeling it
again definitely appealed to her now that she knew what it was about.
“I think I can stay in bed a little longer,” said
Genevieve as she snuggled up to Lance. Lance was quick to respond to her
with tender kisses and gentle touches.
**
Some time later, Genevieve climbed out of bed and
went into the bathroom. She wanted to a shower both to freshen up and
get to know her body better. She rubbed her hands over her body,
marveling in the curves that were so new to her. The
water felt so good against her skin that Genevieve spent quite a bit of
time under the showerhead.
Of course, she didn’t spend all of that time
feeling her new body. She was searching through her own memories,
particularly for memories she hadn’t had before. Twenty years had passed
last night and by all appearances, she had been living
a life between then and now. Surely there had to be something buried in
her head. However, despite the scrubbing she gave her scalp (her hair
was so silky now), no new information sprang out. But it was in there
somewhere. She picked up a lot of information
about sex and there had to be more where that came from.
Eventually, Genevieve got out of the shower and
wrapped a towel about herself. She walked out of the bathroom to find
Lance waiting for her, fully dressed. “You smell so great when you get
out of the shower,” said Lance as he walked up
to her. Genevieve blushed. She was becoming increasingly familiar with
this adult Lance, but he still caused her heart to flutter when he got
near her. “I need to do a bit of shopping now. When I get back, we can
starting working on making our child,” he said.
The fluttering in Genevieve’s heart stilled as a
cold feeling went through her stomach. She also felt a piercing pain
through her temples. As the sensations ebbed, Genevieve became aware
that her mind was opening up. New knowledge was pouring
in about adulthood as well as two decades’ worth of memories that had
been hidden from her until just then.
The most prominent memories were the ones involving
Lance. She could recall a very long relationship between the two of
them. The two of them had started dating as early as junior high. She
could recall him taking her to all the dances,
including her proms. She could them dating over the years, going to
several places. They only moved into their apartment five years ago when
they had scrounged up enough for them to move out. Her parent’s place
wasn’t too small and unwelcome, but it seemed
like she and Lance had never been able to get enough time alone
together.
While living together had given them all the time
they wanted, it was still a bit of bother in terms of paying rents and
buying food. Their parents were willing to provide a bit, but it was a
challenge to make ends meet. It took Lance three
more years to scrounge up enough money to buy her engagement ring.
They’ve been married for a year, their wedding being smaller than
Genevieve had fantasized and the honeymoon was not extensive. But their
love was still very strong and Lance had been very
persistent in expanding their family.
“Lance, don’t you think we’re going at this a little too fast?” asked Genevieve.
“What do you mean?” asked Lance.
“Well, we’re still youngish,” said Genevieve, “We’ve only been married a year. We’ve got time to start a family later.”
Lance frowned and said, “I thought you really wanted kids.”
Genevieve couldn’t deny she’s fantasized about her
and Lance’s babies for a long time, but now she knew about the process
of making a baby. Having to carry another life inside her for 9 months
was a little scary. She wasn’t sure if she
could commit to that right now, not when she’s so recently arrived into
this future.
“I know, but it’s a new year and I’ve been thinking
about what I’ll be doing for the next year. I think we need to make
sure we’re ready for a baby,” said Genevieve, “But that shouldn’t take
long, I think. Maybe a month.”
Lance seemed a little disappointed but then he said, “Well, it won’t hurt to practice, would it?”
Genevieve kissed him and said, “Who said we aren’t going to?”
Lance smiled and said, “Ok, I better get going now. I’ll see you later.”
“I think I’ll be visiting family today,” said
Genevieve. She hoped her family would be able to fill in some of the
lingering gaps in her memory or maybe have an explanation about why she
was in the future.
“Ok, don’t take all day,” said Lance before he walked out.
Genevieve sighed before looking around the
apartment. While she had access to her memories, most of it was a
tangled jumble that she had trouble piecing together. She had a feeling
that looking at her new belongings will help straighten
out her memories and better recall them.
There were quite enough photos, newspaper
clippings, and awards to trigger her memories about her career.
Genevieve was an actress of considerable skill. However, her
performances were confined to simple theatre, though she had been part
of some grand plays. However, theatre work didn’t bring in a constant
flow of big money so Genevieve has experienced highs and lows in
finances.
She also found several photos of her family as
well. The pictures she found of her sisters were mostly from their high
school days which were quite a few years ago (and yet still so far in
the future from ‘last night’). The pictures she
found of her parents were more recent and Genevieve was surprised about
how old they looked now. 20 years is a long time, but she had the
mental image of them staying the way they were while she grew out. A
childish idea, but she had stopped being a child
relatively recently.
Genevieve wasn’t sure if she could face her parents
in their current state, not just yet. She still needed to adjust to
this new time. But perhaps she could catch up on her sisters. Where did
they live now? Her new memories soon told her.
Marianne was very, very far away now, all the way in Australia. She
hadn’t expect her sister would move that far. But Carrie was much
closer, still in the same city. She could head over right away.
But Genevieve couldn’t just walk into her sister’s
house unannounced. Fortunately, these new mobile telephones were capable
of a lot of things. She didn’t even have to talk to Carrie, she can
just send her a message. This ‘texting’ took
a while for her to work out, with her unfamiliarity with touchscreens
and her elongated fingertips. But she was able to send the message soon
enough. After that, it was time to pick out something to wear.
Genevieve decided for a nicer white sundress with
blue embroidery. It wasn’t as fancy as the black dress she was wearing
last night, but she thought it made her look more grown up. She added a
simple silver necklace to go with it. She wondered
if the neckline went too low and showed too much cleavage, but then
again, she did want to show her sister she was all grown up and to be
taken seriously. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the apartment.
Carrie’s house shouldn’t be too far and she could
use a walk to get accustomed to her longer legs.
**
When Genevieve got to Carrie’s house, she started
to feel an increasing level of envy. Carrie had such a big fancy house
that she was able to afford with her swimsuit manufacturing company.
Seeing Carrie made Genevieve’s envy rise more
as Carrie could easily be modelling her own swimsuits. Suddenly,
Genevieve was went from worrying about showing off too much to being
embarrassed about not showing off enough. She had a nice body of course,
but Carrie looked even better with her tight clothes.
Genevieve was pretty sure Carrie’s breasts were bigger than her own.
She certainly had enough pictures showing them off.
But Genevieve was able to fight down her envy,
reminding herself that she had a lasting marriage with her one true love
while Carrie had two divorces, divorces that she profited from… But
there were bigger concerns, like the fact that they
were both adults and their little sister was on the other side of the
world. Fortunately, Genevieve was more adept at using their new phones
than Carrie was and soon had Marianne’s number. While Marianne wasn’t
available just yet, the two sister still talk
with each other about their respective new lives.
Marianne (Part 2)
by Planet
Marianne couldn’t sleep as well
as her tiredness required, so she resolved to stay up and try to figure out
what had happened. She had to admit she was enjoying it so far, but
nevertheless she wanted to know the extent of her situation.
She if she really was in 2016, it
stood to reason that future versions of her family and friends also existed.
Could it be that Genevieve and Carrie, who had been with her when she was
transported in time, were also inhabiting their older bodies?
She had figured she would have a
way to contact her sisters more handily, but she actually struggled to find a
number. She finally found a visibly unused notepad containing Carrie’s telephone,
and she realized the number didn’t belong to Australia, but rather to their old
city. Maybe she had been the only one who had moved there.
The conversation didn’t go at all
as Marianne expected. Carrie did pick up the phone (or at least, an adult woman’s
voice who said she was her older sister), but she didn’t sound anything like
the Carrie she knew. Besides the lower voice, which was to be expected, she
sounded distant, superior and dismissive. She was apparently surprised that
Marianne had called at all, and the girl had the feeling they had some sort of
fall-out in this future. And, what was most important, it didn’t seem like she
was aware of any kind of time-shift.
“So nothing unusual happened to
you today?” insisted Marianne.
“Other than you calling after so
long? Not really?”
After that, it was obvious the
sisters hadn’t anything more to say to each other.
“Well, I’ll leave you. I’m having
a party tonight,” said Carrie as a farewell.
Of course, New Year had hit
Australia first but was still away from Carrie, reasoned Marianne who at first
didn’t understood.
Marianne reflected on the
conversation. Somehow, her family thought this timeline was perfectly normal.
She could try and call Genevieve to be sure, but she didn’t want to be hurt by
her other sister’s indifference. Whatever had happened between her and her
family had obviously stranded them.
It was Marianne’s first real
blow, and it made her realize she had missed too much with the skip. She cried
a bit until she finally was able to fall asleep. She woke up late, after
midday, when she heard the door.
“My roommate,” she thought. She
had finally returned from wherever she had spent the night.
She slowly got up. She was
wearing a white blouse and panties, so she pulled up some pants before going
out of the room.
“Uhm, hi”, said Marianne trying
to smile to the girl who was pouring juice in front of the refrigerator.
“Hello, Marianne. Good party last
night?”
“Very interesting, to say the
least.”
The girl was about her same -new-
age, but Marianne noticed with pride she was taller, fitter and definitely more
attractive.
“Are you going to eat now? I’ll
join you,” said Marianne.
Her roommate looked at her with
some surprise.
“So are we all right, then?” she
asked with some hesitation.
“What do you mean?”
“Well… I’ve noticed you’ve been
angry at me ever since you found out I’m going to get married. I know you can’t
pay the flat for yourself and that you don’t have anywhere to go, but…”
“Don’t worry. I don’t blame you
for that,” cut her Marianne, again trying to smile and this time failing
spectacularly. Great. Just what she needed. Grown up problems.
The only advantage about finding
out about her housing troubles was that they got her memory working. She
suddenly started “remembering” things about this future, which she had never
really lived.
She had arrived to Australia as
an exchange student at 17. Before that, as a teenager, she had fell in with a
bad crowd, and had started feeling alienated from her family. So she had used
the exchange program as an escape, and as soon as she turned 18 and finished
school, she found her means to staying in Australia legally and away from home.
That was the reason of their resentment towards her.
She had been living since then at
this rented flat, along with her roommate, whose name Marianne suddenly
remembered was Paula. No wonder it had been such a blow for her when Paula had
announced her intentions of marrying and leaving, which would happen in just
over two weeks.
The really difficult thing was
that Marianne wasn’t doing greatly economically. At first, she had used a bit
of money her parents had sent her for her studies, but afterwards she didn’t
want to accept more of it, so she realized she had to start working
immediately.
Luckily, since puberty, she had
developed an athletically body which she had further improved with a careful routine.
She had a natural talent for it, and she had put it to use, working as fitness
instructor and personal trainer at a gym.
The problem was that it didn’t pay much. To complicate
matters even more, she and her ex-boyfriend had spent pretty much all their
money in buying a small place to open a gym of their own. They still needed
more equipment, not to mention a lot of paperwork in order to be able to do it,
but Marianne had dreamed to be able to open it before June. A possibility which
was farther than ever now.
Once they finished their meal, Paula excused herself and
went into her room to make some calls. She was very busy nowadays because of the
wedding.
Marianne had no intention of spending the second half of her
first day as an adult locked up in an apartment, so she left Paula to herself.
Unlike the night before, once outside the flat, she was able
to recognize her surroundings. She now had memories of living there for almost
ten years, after all. She knew where the closest supermarket was, and what bus
she needed to go to work.
But now she wanted to walk, so she let her feet wander
without a clear address in mind. She was surprised when she realized she had
arrived to the small gym she had purchased. Looking at it, she realized the
real extent of the work she still had before her. The place wasn’t ready at
all.
She had the key to the place within her purse, so she
decided to enter and check it. The machines she had worked so hard to purchase
were very few, and not particularly new, she realized, but they were hers, and
that filled her with pride. Disappointment came just after that, when she
thought the gym could never open after all. She was deeply indebted with her
bank and unless her partner Geoff paid a big chunk he still was due… she would
need to start thinking about selling the place back.
Well, she was there now, why not test it? She was also very
curious about putting her gymnastic abilities to use. She changed into a proper
sports bra and jogging pants, admiring her own physique in the process.
The night before, when she had checked herself, she had
realized she was very attractive, but hadn’t been aware of the extent of her
prowess. Now she could plainly see how bulky some of her muscles were, and
since she was finally rested, she could feel their inherent strength.
Marianne wasn’t sure how to start, but a routine quickly
came to her mind. She was a bit scared she would fail, but she went for about
three hours flawlessly.
Before doing it, Marianne didn’t understand the appeal of exercising, but the fact was that her routine had been able to wipe all of
her worries, and she had become so transfixed by it, that she even forgot for a
while she was actually a little girl in an impossible situation.
Luckily, the showers were among the things that were ready
in the gym, so she took a long one. After that, she left the place and resumed
her walk around the city. She was tempted to go and watch a movie (2016’s
posters looked very unlikely the ones she remembered, and the films so flashy),
but she realized she probably should save as much money as she could, so she
strolled in a mall instead.
It was dark already when she came back home, and Paula was
apparently gone again.
“Okay, dinner,” she thought when she noticed her flat
stomach was rumbling in hunger.
Marianne’s new fitness passion also extended to her eating
habits, so she peeled some fruit and prepared herself a protein mix drink.
She half-feared her old appetite would resurface and that
she would find the beverage disgusting, but she found herself enjoying it.
“Oh, crumbs!”
A good deal of the smoothie had accidentally spilled over
the table. Luckily she was able to contain the liquid before it hit the floor,
but a few papers were completely ruined. They didn’t seem too important, or so
she hoped, so she simply threw them onto the basket.
She didn’t see that among them was a ruined note left by
Paula:
I have to go up north
to my parents’ for a few final arrangements. Won’t be back this week.
PS: Your sisters called. I know things are tense, but you should ring them back :)
Part 3
Epilogue