Chapter 24 Body Swapping

“Come on, Mik, let’s go for a walk; I can show you the cave I found.”

The weather had finally turned; after days of rain that had more or less kept us confined to the cottage and the barn, the clouds had lifted, the sky was blue and there was an opportunity to get outside and enjoy the beauty of the Yorkshire countryside.

“Okay, Mum,” Mik said, “Let me go to the loo, and I’ll be with you in a couple of minutes, okay?”

“Of course, baby,” I replied. I sat on one of the kitchen chairs and pulled on my walking boots and tightened the laces, keeping the boots snug against my ankle for support. Some of the tracks we would walk on to the cave were a little stony, and it would be easy to stumble and turn an ankle, as I knew only too well.

As I waited for Mik, I stood outside trying to decide if I needed a coat; it was autumn, and there was a bit of a nip in the air. I went back in and got my lightweight Gortex; it would keep the chill off but wouldn’t make me too hot. Mik appeared from the loo and grabbed a coat from the rack by the door. It was just a moment as he put his walking boots on, and then he was ready.

I shut the door behind us; I never locked it. I had long concluded that if someone wanted to get in, then they would cause more damage by breaking the door. We were miles from anywhere; it would be fine. Mik put his arm through mine, and we set off, walking past my pole barn and heading along the dry stone wall at the edge of my land. As we walked, I reminded myself that I needed to learn how to repair a drystone wall; there were a few bits needing attention.

I wondered if I could find something on YouTube. I would look when we got back, assuming I remembered; it seemed I only ever thought about it as I was passing a broken bit. I would also need to buy some suitable stone walling as well; probably just a couple of tonnes would be enough. There were many of the fallen stones just by the breaks; it would just need topping up.

As we walked past the small copse, I greeted the young beech tree, which acknowledged us with a flourish of its leaves. The path along the edge of the field began to climb slightly, and the bank behind the wall rose quite sharply until it was a good ten feet above us; it would have provided shelter if the weather had been coming from that direction. Today, after a few days of storms, the air was quiet and the wind calm.

“It’s just around the next bend,” I said. “The hill on our left has to climb a bit more, and then after the wall ends the cave entrance is just up on the left. It looks out over the valley.”

“Cool, I wonder if it is haunted,” Mik said. “I read that sometimes caves in remote locations are haunted.”

I didn’t tell him about the experiences I had in the cave with a man called Heathcliffe who thought I was a woman called Cathy, strangely turning out to be an ancestor of Jacob’s wife. Possibly a ghost, almost certainly a ghost in fact.

“Oh, I doubt it; it’s too remote for anyone to live in and a bit small too. It is just a small cave, but it gives us shelter from the weather if we are out this far and the weather turns.”

“Weird enough things happen around here; I wouldn’t be surprised, I wouldn’t be surprised at all.”

The black kites, Jacob told me that is what they are, wheeled in the azure blue sky above, their cries echoing around, smaller birds sitting in trees chirping out their alarm calls as we made our way around the outcrop towards the cave.

“Oh, is this it?” Mik asked as the cave entrance came into view.

“Yes, it is.” I replied, and we hurried to get inside and look out; the view framed by the cave walls was really quite special, I thought.

As we approached the entrance, Mik stumbled, and our heads banged, and I saw flashes and stars. I fell to the floor a little stunned. I sat rubbing my head until my vision returned. I looked across at Mik, ready to ask him if he was okay, and I gasped. I wasn’t looking at Mik; I was looking at me.

I shook my head; my eyes must be playing up. How can I be sitting here and looking at me there? It wasn’t possible.

“What?” Mik said, “Why am I over here looking at me over there?”

“I don’t know; it is weird. I really don’t understand,” I replied.

And I didn’t understand; I wondered if this was another of Lucifer’s stupid tricks, fooling with me, with us, just for his own amusement. Lucifer’s boredom in Hell was a dangerous combination, and he seemed to have selected me for his amusement. Mik rubbed his hands over my breasts.

“Really, Mik? I said, “I mean really?”

“What do you expect? How often does a guy get a chance to play with boobs on his chest, or, come to think of it, a fanny? I have never heard of it except in people who have transitioned; this is the real deal. Oh boy, I am going to take full advantage.”

Well, I suppose that is young men, I suppose. My first thought had not been to grab my new dick and play with it, although a niggle at the back of my mind was wondering what it would feel like. I rather liked my bits and pieces tucked away inside; having them hanging around outside would feel odd. I decided that we, or certainly me, were lying concussed on the cave floor and hallucinating. I could think of no other explanation. Apart from Lucifer.