Chapter 1

Okay, I know you're not going to believe this, but I have to tell someone. I'm afraid to tell anyone around me, because they'll just call in those nice young men in their clean white coats to take me away, ha, ha. So, you're elected to hear my story.

You see, I'm not who you think I am. I'm not who anyone thinks I am. Although you and everyone else thinks I'm 16 year old Mike Green, I'm really 58 year old George Halbertson. Yeah, I know I don't look 58 years old, but that's because I, George Halbertson, am now in Mike Green's body.

How did that happen? How the hell do I know. I was a little scared at first. Not because I was in this healthy, though out of shape, young body, but because I didn't want to go back to the worn out 58 year old body I had left.

The year I switched bodies was to George, 2003. I woke up in Mike's body in 1976. Wow, deja vu all over again as Yogi is supposed to have said.

I don't know for sure why everything that happened to my old body did so, but it was a mess. First off I lost most of my eyesight, then six months after at the age of fifty-two, I had to have triple bypass surgery. Four years later I had a stroke that left the left side of my body partially paralyzed. A year after that I had a heart attack.

The first heart attack wasn't that bad, but the one I had six months later was a killer. Literally.

I knew from the first one what a heart attack felt like, so when the symptoms started, I called 911.

I was in the ambulance, on the way to the hospital when I could feel it happening. I was dying. I knew it and I fought it. In my mind I cursed and screamed. I knew I had screwed up my life and I wanted a chance to change it. I prayed and asked God for another chance, but I knew this body was just plain worn out. "Why did you have to give me such a shitty body?" I screamed in my head. That's the last thing I remember as George Halbertson.

So, tell me. What would you do if you knew you were dieing and you were fighting, then everything turned to grey, then to black, then you woke up and you could see better than you had been able to see in thirty years, and when you looked down at your hand, it was a young hand? I'll tell you what I did. I screamed. At least I tried to scream. What came out around the breathing tube they had in me was more of a squeal.

I started thrashing around, and I heard the heart monitor start it's shrill warning. I know I had to have pulled several things loose as I fought to get out of bed (Now why did I feel I had to get up?) but there was a nurse in the room within seconds.

She grabbed my hands and started speaking to me reassuringly. She held on tight, and although she couldn't have weighed over 110 pounds, she managed to keep me from tearing anything else loose until an orderly came in and strapped my wrists and ankles to the bed.

"Mike. Mike. It's okay, Mike." She kept saying these words over and over until I wanted to relax, just to get her to stop.

"Mike? Who the hell is Mike?" I thought. Then it hit me.

I've always been an avid Science Fiction fan. My favorite authors were always Robert Heinlein and Isaac Asimov. It didn't take it long to sink in that I, George Halbertson, was now in the body of someone named Mike. One of Heinlein's stories, "I Will Fear No Evil", had an old man, Johann Sebastian Bach Smith, have his brain transplanted into the body of his beautiful secretary, Eunice. Johann was very rich and dieing of old age, and Eunice had been killed in a mugging. So I was familiar with the concept of waking up in someone else's body.

Even so, It was a shock.

In the Heinlein story, some vestige of Eunice's mind remained in the body, and Johann ended up sharing the body with Eunice. I immediately started taking stock of my new body and mind. All of my, George Halbertson, memories appeared to be intact, but I could find nothing of Mike, whoever he was.

Anyway, within seconds after I was restrained, the nurse was telling me she would let Dr. Walker know I was awake, and she said she'd call my mother to let her know as well. Okay, I didn't know who Dr. Walker was, and my parents had been dead for years, but I figured the only way I was going to find out anything was to cooperate, so I just nodded my head.

The nurse, a kindly lady who was probably in her early thirties, smiled and squeezed my hand. Everything's going to be okay, Mike. Just relax and try not to fight it. The doctor will be here shortly, and I'm sure he'll get you off the respirator. Then you can ask questions.

I nodded again, and she smiled and left the room.

The nurse was right. Within a few minutes a tall dark haired man in a white lab jacket came hurrying into the room. The nurse was right behind him.

He took one look at me and became quite businesslike. He told the nurse to disconnect the breathing tube from the respirator so they could see if I could breathe on my own. Within seconds she had done so.

"Mike, I'm Dr. Walker. I've been taking care of you since you were admitted. Can you hear and understand me?"

I nodded.

"Excellent! Do you seem to be having any trouble breathing?"

I shook my head.

"Okay, Nurse Parker. I think we can remove the breathing tube. This may hurt a little, Mike. Do you want us to put you to sleep before we take it out?"

I shook my head emphatically.

The doctor smiled. "If I'd been out as long as you have, I don't think I'd want to be put back to sleep either. Okay, I'll try to do this as easily as possible."

He had the nurse remove the tape holding the tube in place, then he said, "Try to hold as still as possible, Mike. I'm going to move the tube to loosen it, then they'll be one quick pull to get it out. Are you ready?"

I nodded again, then closed my eyes. My new eyes. God they were great!

His pulling the tube out wasn't so bad, but my throat felt like five pounds of raw hamburger when he was finished. I grimaced and he smiled. "Hurts, Doesn't it?"

I tried to say, "Yes," but all that came out was a croak, so I just nodded.

"It'll get better soon, Mike. Would you like a sip of water?"

I nodded.

The nurse gave me a small sip and I managed to croak, "Thank you."

She smiled a smile that would have lighted New York City.

"Don't try to talk too much for a while, Mike. I'll try to tell you what I know. You are in St. Mary's Hospital. Evidently you had an accident of some kind and have been in a coma for the last ten days. Physically, you are fine. Your mother will be in shortly, so she can fill you in on the details. If you want, you can ask one question."

"Who am I?" I managed to croak out.

Nurse Parker gasped, and the doctor shot her a dirty look.

"You don't remember who you are?"

I shook my head.

"Do you remember the accident?"

Head shake.

"Do you remember anything about your life?"

Head shake.

"Well, it seems you may be suffering from some type of amnesia. Usually these things go away in a day or so, so I wouldn't worry too much about it."

I nodded.

"I need to order some tests for you so I need to leave. Is there anything else you need?"

"Water, restraints," I croaked.

"You can have small sips of water, but you have to be careful until we see how well it's going to stay down. As for the restraints, why were you fighting so hard when you woke up?"

"Was scared."

The doctor laughed. "I can understand that. Nurse Parker, would you please remove Mike's restraints?"

As the nurse started to remove the restraints, the doctor said goodbye and started to go.

"Thank you," I managed to get out again.

Dr. Walker smiled and waved as he took off down the hall.

"Would you like another sip of water, Mike?"

"Yes."

She held it for me I took a somewhat larger sip. "Thanks. Throat hurts," I said, sounding a little less like a frog.

"I know. It comes from how they have to put the tube in. I'm sorry, Mike, but it will be better soon."

"Better now, but still hurts."

Before she could answer, a stunningly beautiful woman in her mid thirties came charging into the room like a battleship going after a submarine. She was tall, about 5'9", with wavy strawberry blonde hair that hung to just below her shoulders. She had the kind of body I'd always found most attractive. Her medium breasts, slim waist, womanly hips and a full but perky butt gave me an immediate erection.

She came straight at me, and before I knew what was happening, she had her arms wrapped around me and was crying on my shoulder. She lightly kissed my eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, and lips then asked, "Are you okay, Sweety?"

"Sore. Who are you?"

She looked totally stunned and started crying again. "I'm your mother, Sweety. Don't you remember? The doctor said you were having memory problems, but I thought you'd remember me."

"Sorry, Mom. I don't remember me either. Don't even remember my name. They call me Mike."

"Yes, Honey. Your name is Mike Green, and I'm your mother, Bonnie Green."

"Thanks, Mom. Water please."

Bonnie spent the next two hours telling me about Mike Green. I am sixteen years old, and since school is out for the summer, I'll be going back in the fall as a junior. My father had died three years ago in an automobile accident. I had one sister, a year younger than me. Bonnie promised my sister, Beth would be in to see me later today.

When I asked about the accident, she snorted. "Accident, my ass. You were with a couple of those other idiots that call themselves Flatliners. Josh had evidently learned how to put pressure on the carotid arteries to cut off blood flow to the brain. You were evidently trying to find out what happens when you die. They were going to let you stop breathing then resuscitate you so you could tell them all about it. Well, he cut off the blood flow until you passed out, but you never quit breathing. He kept holding it, but evidently didn't know what he was doing, because it was the next day before you stopped breathing on your own. By that time you were in the hospital and they put you on the respirator. Mike, they told me you were brain dead and they wanted to take you off life support. I wouldn't let them."

"Not brain dead. I can think. I just can't remember things about me. I don't know what city we're in or even the date."

"That's okay, Sweety. We're in Oakland, CA, right now, but we live in Hayward. The date is Friday, May 18, 1976."

<1976? My God, this is even stranger than I thought.>

"I'm sorry I put you through this, Mom. I promise I'll try to never do anything this stupid again."

She hugged me and lay her head on my shoulder. I couldn't do too good of a job of hugging her back because of the IV lines in both arms, but I did my best.

"Mom, could you ask the nurse when I can get something to eat? I'm starved."

She laughed and headed for the door. "Now that's the Mikey I know."

Well, they didn't feed me that day, but I did get some juice, and they took out the catheter so I could at least pee by myself. The next morning I got what they called a "bland" breakfast. It certainly was bland. It had no flavor at all. Lunch was a little better, and not long after noon, they took out all of the IVs.

Beth came in after school for a while, but had to leave early because she had a date. She hugged me and told me she'd stay with me a while tomorrow. I thought my new mom was a knockout, and Beth is just a younger version of her mother. Her hair is just a little darker, and her boobs a little smaller, but she has to be every man's wet dream.

I could see right now it was going to be hell living with these two. I knew my new sixteen year old body would have a perpetual hardon.

I was very glad Beth was there the next day, though. Once she knew I couldn't remember things from before, she spent hours filling me in. She'd been talking for quite a while when I reached over and took her hand. I gave it a squeeze and said, "Beth, I don't know what kind of relationship we had before, but I feel very close to you right now. I'm not going to remember people or places and I'm going to have to depend on you to tell me who is who and where is where. Will you do that for me?"

She blushed as only a redhead can blush, then squeezed my hand. "Mike, I guess we had a good enough relationship. Sometimes I felt like you didn't really want me around, but you are older, so I guess that's normal. It's just that I'd always wanted us to have a closer relationship, one where we were each other's best friend and we could talk about anything. I don't know why, but I feel closer to you now than I have in years, and I hope that keeps up."

"I hope it does too, Sweety. I love you, Beth. I don't know if that's a carryover from before, or if it's something I just started feeling, but I'd like to be your best friend too."

Tears were running down her pretty cheeks as she laid her head on my shoulder and hugged me. I put one arm around her and started stroking her hair with my other hand. We were still in that position when Mom came in.

Beth started to pull away, but I held on. Mom said, "Making a public spectacle of yourselves I see." I felt Beth stiffen, then Mom laughed and said, "God it's good to see you two supporting each other. I love you both, you know."

Beth relaxed against me and I said, "You're going to see a lot more of this, Mom. I don't know if it was coming so close to death or what, but I feel the need for lots of hugs and kisses. You and Beth are the best friends I'll ever have, so I'm going to count on the two of you to supply most of them."

I could feel Beth sob against me, and within seconds Mom's head was on my other shoulder and she was crying too. Mom pulled back a little and kissed me on the nose. "I'm sure Beth and I can supply all the hugs and kisses you need for a while. It just seemed that since your father died, your other friends became more important to you than we were. I hope that's over now."

"It is Mom," I said as I hugged her as tight as I could. "Until school starts, I don't care if I don't see anyone but you and Beth. I love you both, and I want to get to know you again."

The nurse broke up our group hug when she came in to draw some blood for some kind of test. I asked her if it would be okay if I sat in the chair for a while, and she said it would be fine as long as someone else was in the room as well.

After the nurse had gone, I asked Mom and Beth if they'd watch out for me while I got up. It wasn't too bad. I did get a little dizzy when I was on my feet for the first time, but with Mom's arm around me, I was able to walk to the chair.

Mom said she had to leave as she was showing a house (she's a realtor), but asked Beth to stay with me. "Mom, Mike and I have been having a really nice conversation. You couldn't get me out of here with a crowbar."

When Mom had gone, I motioned for Beth to come over to where I was sitting. I took her hand and pulled her down into my lap. She started to pull back, saying she didn't want to hurt me.

"Sweety, you'll be hurting me a lot more if you don't. The doctor says that I'm fine physically, so don't worry about it."

Beth snuggled in then said, "Mike, you have no idea how much I've wanted this. Just to be close to you. To share with you."

"Get used to it, Sweety. This is how it's going to be between us from now on."

We must have set there an hour or more when the nurse interrupted us again. This time she came in with my dinner. I asked her to just leave it on the table as I needed to go to the bathroom first. She offered to help me get to the bathroom, but I told her I'd rather have Beth do it.

Beth was smiling from ear to ear when I looked at her. I managed to push myself to my feet and her arm was immediately around my waist. She walked with me to the bathroom door, and there was a moment of awkwardness as we tried to get both of us through the door at the same time, but we were laughing the whole time.

Inside the bathroom, I asked her to stay with me when I looked in the mirror. "Beth, I don't even know what I look like. I'd like for you to be here when I get my first peek."

"You look fine, Mike. In fact, I think you are the most handsome guy I know." She helped me maneuver until I was facing the mirror above the sink. Damn, I didn't look bad. My face and whole body were definitely better than my old one had been at this age.

Beth helped me to move in front of the toilet and raised the seat for me. I thought she was going to stay and watch, but finally she blushed and went out the door, leaving it open.

When I opened my gown and got the first look at my cock, I was really impressed. It had to be at least an inch or two longer than my old one, and much bigger around. I looked up and said in my mind, "Thank you, God. For the new life and the new body."

This was pretty much the way things went for the next three days, until they told me I could go home. Mom and Beth were both there to help me get ready. Mom brought a pair of jeans and a Lead Zeplin teeshirt for me to wear home along with some black tennis shoes and white socks. I decided right then that my wardrobe would have to change.

Mom brought the station wagon (Dodge Aspin) to take me home. They put me in the passenger side front, and Beth got in behind me. Mom was a very cautious driver and it probably took us twice as long to get home as it should have.

Home, I knew one thing as soon as we pulled into the driveway. My new body was a lot better off financially than my old one had been. We were in an upper middle class subdivision. The houses were on lots that had to be at least two acres each, and although you could see your neighbor's houses in most cases, there were enough mature trees and bushes to give you a very nice sense of privacy.