My beloved Michael (Patreon)

Sun is shining outside through the small window above Mark's bed. "Morning, sleepyhead." Violetta, his girlfriend was standing next to bed with mug. "How are you feeling? you were having these weird fever and delirium last night. I... was worried about you..." she said softly and put her hands on his shoulder.

"Morning... Um, okay, I guess? And yeah, I was just feeling a bit sick, not to worry." Mark replied and yawned. He looked at the girl again and smiled tiredly. He squinted his eyes. "You're looking like you're wanting to say something... again."

She breathed in deeply and smiled lightly. "Mark, I love you, I really do. But... I feel something is wrong, you're acting strange... and it's not only because you are sick. It started a week ago... Who is that 'Peggy Sue' girl?"

"Peggy Sue? Why, never heard of her." lied Mark quickly and frowned. "Who do you mean?"

"Who is she?" Violetta asked again, putting the mug onto the counter next to the bed. "Why are you talking about her in your sleep?!" she frowned

"Hey... I... " Mark paused and looked up at the ceiling. "Violetta, please... They say that I need to follow my fate." He said finally and closed his eyes. "It's bullshit! Fate? I'm not buying any of that!" He yelled and got up. Violetta reached him, forcing him to calm down and take a breath.

"Hey... relax. Just tell me what the fuck is going on with you!" she said, putting her hand on his muscular chest. "Come on, tell me."

"Fine! You want to know the truth?! I will tell you!" yelled the guy angrily. "One week ago I found this letter in my mailbox. I thought it's some kind of prank or scam, but it was a request for a swap." He explained as he stood up and walked around the room, looking at the girl intensely. "Request for a swap with official stamps, documents, signatures... Fuck, remember we are joking about it few weeks ago? Remember? 'Swap at the birth', shit from TV news, government science project. Yeah, fuck, it's all real!" He finished and laughed madly.

"Ohh... So you, you mean, like you are not you? Like... in some sense?" Asked her

"No! Violetta, I am Mark. I'm exactly who I was, but they want me to swap with... ughhh! Fuck that shit, okay?!" He dropped back to the chair. "Fuck. I don't want tell you this, because this is shit, total shit. And I will solve this problem." Said Mark

"Well, that explains everything..." whispered Violetta, looking at him. She was taken aback. She was hesitant, staring blankly and then nervously down at the ground. "What now?"

"Violet, please, don't believe any crap from media, they are shitty liars! I'm me, Mark. Nothing has changed. You, you must believe me!"

"I... uh, I have to think about it..." She whispered and began to dress herself. "...But yeah, I kind of believe you. But still, you better call them." She said nervously, finished getting ready and hugged her boyfriend's shoulders. "All symptoms are consistent... You really should go to them, to the scientists. If they are true, then you have no choice. You might be in danger."

"What? Danger?! Are you kidding, or are just messing with me, it's not fucking funny!" Mark raised his voice angrily, leaving the scared girl behind him. "I... knm! Hmm... fuck it!" coughed Mark and sat on the bed. "Fuck!"

"Mark..." Violetta interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Mark, look at you... Seriously. Look at you! Something's wrong, you see that, right?" Violetta said, and she softly touched his chin. "Please, you need to visit them. Please."

...

"Hey, Doc! Are you nuts or just crazy?!" yelled Mark from white pod. "This doesn't feel right! I'm not going to agree to any of this!" he continued, trying to get out. "Shit!"

"So.. you are rejecting the program? Are you insane? I told you many times that if you decline swap, you are condemning to death not only yourself, but also other person... another human soul living in your body!" added the scientist.

"Fuck, shut up! And let me out, or I'll kick your ass! Besides, you were the one who did this. And I am not... Mhhmmmmhhmmm!!!" tried to say Mark, who was gagged two guards.

"Sorry, Mr. Simmons... I mean Mrs. Sue... But you must undergo the process... We cannot allow rejection from anyone! And you, Peggy Sue, can not live in this body..."

"Mhm-mhhmm..." Mark was muffling feeling his body weaken and the darkness surround him... The last thing Mark saw was a syringe with red liquid, then he fainted.

When he opened his eyes again, everything is spinning around him. He laying on the hospital bed and feeling sick. Suddenly a man's face came into view. He stank of cigarettes and alcohol, his face was unshaven, and his eyes were red. He wore dirty clothes which hadn't been washed for some time, and his hair and nails had not been cut for a while. "Don't worry 'bout nothin', m'dear... I'll stay w'u..." said drunkard slowly. He stood next to Mark as he attempted to get out of bed, when his legs gave out and he nearly fell.

"Ahhhhh, my damn head... What a headache... What in tarnation's happened to me?" Mark mumbled in some strange accent and spoke in strange voice tone. "Khm... ugghhh..." he touched his own throat, which was much slimmer and soft, not like before. "My... throat? What in the hay... why do I sound like a dang ol' gal?!" He asked as he looked at his left arm and saw a tattoo of a name of Michael above a heart and a date. On his fingers, he noticed cheap ring and again three hearts tattooed on each finger. Nails was painted with some kind of cheap black paint.

"Well, I'll be durned... Michael? Hearts? And who in the world painted my nails black? This ain't right, I tell ya!" wondered Mark loudly and sat on a bed. A strange weight pressed against his chest, and he felt strange pressure on his shoulders and back. "What in tarnation..." Mark glanced down and suddenly freaked out. His chest was much bigger, bulging out very distinctly through the fabric of his shirt. Big bra cups were squeezing everything together. "Sweet mercy! Look at these melons busting outta my shirt!" Mark shouted and squeezed bra's cups. "Holy moly! What in tarnation happened to my chest? I've got these dang huge female breasts!" Mark exclaimed, his voice carrying a twang he'd never heard before. "And why in the world am I talkin' like I just stepped out of a hillbilly hoedown? This ain't right, not by a long shot!"

"Yes, Peggy-girl. What you got's just the most perfect tits in the county. Fat, lush, heavy. Ohhh..." said the guy in a somewhat drunken voice, "Ya' look b'ad, girl. Real bad." He purred.

...

"Who is that redneck fucker?!" thought Mark inwardly. "Hey, y'all! Science folks! I need some explainin' here!" he yelled. "Doc! Doc?!"

"Peg...Peggy, darling?" The drunkard asked quietly, leaning closer, his breath stinking of whiskey. His lips touched Mark's cheek.

"Gosh darn it all! Peggy?! By jinkies! They done switched me with that cheap, stupid girl?! Lordy, lordy, this just ain't right!" cried Mark frustrated. "Jesus! They made me a gal?" He faster took off his, no... Peggy's shirt and saw bulgy female body covered by really colorful bra with lots of flowers. "No! No! No! No! This is wrong!" Mark yelled and pulled up bra from boobs felt how a strangely pleasant tickles spread under skin of boobs.

"Hey gal! Ya' better stop showing off your tits!" said guy, but Mark ignored him and touched boobs and began squeezing. Door opened and Mark saw doctor coming towards him with smile.

"Hello, Mrs. Sue. How are you feeling? Any discomfort with your body?"

"Discomfort? Discomfort don't even begin to cover it! I ain't no Mrs. Sue! I'm Mike, and I want my body back, dagnabbit!" yelled Mark, half-naked and blushing out of anger.

The guy chuckled. "Now, now, Peggy, calm down. Doc here just tryin' to help. Ain't no use gettin' all riled up." He stroked her shoulder soothingly.

"Don't you 'Peggy' me! I ain't no Peggy! And who in tarnation are you, anyway?" asked Mark loudly, and doctor laughed.

"Now hold on there, Doc! You're talkin' to my Peggy like she's some highfalutin' city folk. She's still her, ain't ya, Peggy? Tell 'im!." the guy replied and hugged Mark firmly. "Ain't my good ol' Peggy girl? Tell this city slicker what ya' think." Mark tried to move but couldn't get out of embrace. His new body much weaker than he was used and it was annoying. He's not used to being a weakling and helpless. Especially considering that this guy was, in fact, one of those people when in Mike's normal life he'd have kicked his ass eaily.

"Naw, I ain't your Peggy, you fool!" Mark hissed angrily. "Let go of me, ya hear?"

"Please Mr and Mrs. Sue, there's no time for your arguing. Now please, Mrs. Sue, if you're not stopping yelling, we will place you in the mental facility where your treatment and monitoring will take place." warned him doctor, and Mark rolled his eyes.

"Men' facility? Dagnabbit... Gee whiz, what kinda horsepatty is this?" Mark yelled, feeling despair, "You ain't puttin' me in no loony bin! Better tell me why I'm talkin' like some backwoods bumpkin!"

"It's a standard procedure, Miss. Sue. You're talking just like you always do, nothing has changed. And all your knowledges and skills are same as before." Said dr. "You soon adjust and won't even remember how it was. So, I suggest everything is allright and you might leave, Peggy."

"Rats! First, they give me these whoppin' big knockers, and now they're gonna lock me in the nut-house if I don't keep actin' like a dumb gal?" yelled the former athlete in rising frustration. "Aw crikey!"

"Peggy-gal. Careful with yer choice of words, you hear." said the guy, smiling. "Doc's just tryin' to help. I reckon she's fine, ain't ya, sweetie? I seen the way ya' look at yourself."

"You both must leave now..." reminded Doc who looked kind of bored. "And Mr. Sue, please, do not be so drunk and out of yourself."

Mark gritted her teeth in anger. This drunkard guy was touching his arm and was sure that Mark is his wife. Althought Mark felt something when the man touched him, mostly disgust and hatred to this guy, but also felt really weird and nice when he touched his arm.

...

Life in Peggy Sue's body was much different for Mark and he tried to tell to himself that everything is under control and he still the same as usual. Now he didn't have big muscular body and hot girlfriend, no more training, no money and he was spending most of his free time with a drunkard, disgusting person. With his new height, just over five foot, and skinny arms and legs, Mark felt weak and helpless. He hated it but still he's trying to change everything, although several weeks have already passed and nothing changed.

His only positive thought was that, despite Peggy being a total dumb girl from nowhere, she had a really perfect body. Mark spent hours examining his new body when Mark, that drunkard guy with his body, was away at the boozing and fishing. However, even this was slightly dimmed by the fact that Peggy had huge tattoo on the chest with name of Michael on top and several hearts around. 'Michael's girl' - what a shitty joke! And this stupid same thing on his hand, this stupid tattoo of name 'Michael'. It was everewhere on his body! On the flat loin area where whores get butterfly tattoos, Peggy had 'Property of Michael', Mark read what was written when he took a shower and stood in front of mirror. It made him feel filthy and dirty at first.

And as if all this wasn't enough, his own girlfriend Violetta, now living with Peggy, real Peggy in Mark's old body, and pretended to love her, more precisely new Mark. Mark thought that with the help of Violetta and his old money he could return to his old life and sue those scientists for doing such a thing with his body, he could sue them really good. But alas. Everything was in vain. When he tried to speak with Violetta she just told that Mark is Peggy and everything will be allright, and new 'Mark' and she are dating and going to marry.

"Marry?" yelled Mark during that phone conversation with Violetta "Aww shucks! Are ya' crazy, Violet?! I love ya' but we ain't gettin' married!" he yelled in outrage and embarrassment. "Gee willikins, we just met few month ago! Y'all should stop acting loony."

"You are not Mark. I talked with scientists, they explained me everything. You are some Peggy from some country road. I don't know... you" Violetta knew she was talking nonsense, but Peggy in Mark's old body was very sweet and innocent. She didn't want that Mark is back in his original body, so she refused any talks about scientists and swapping with him "You better stop lying, you are not Mark and never will be."

"But... aww nuts... " groaned Mark. "Violet, listen, ya' ain't makin' no sense. Ya' want ya' dang boyfriend or some hussy from backwoods? All ya' got to do is talk to 'scientists' or whatever. I'm tellin' ya this again: I'm Mark!" shouted Mark once again and felt desperate and stressed. "Ughhh! Do ya' see this hair, this chick's tat, this piece of shit shack I'm livin' in?! Don't ya' get it, Violet?! Just talk to 'scientist', call them on your cell."

He pulled at his long hair, trying to bring his argument home to her. The brown hair was flowing over her shoulders in gentle, tousled waves, and behind her slender shoulders. From the cheap hoop earrings were hanging out dangling a lot of beads of different colors. Her eyes were black, almost black, with thin dark eyeliner, and plump lips were painted pink. They were talking on a video call with Mark heard Violette say something.

"...yeah, I must get going. Now. Please, stop calling me and annoy me like that, Peggy. I don't know you, and you are not Mark."

"No..." whispered Mark, feeling helpless and angry. The call disconnected and he immediately, and his eyes dropped down to the floor. And there was it again... All those memories coming, when he was living like successful athlete, having money, house, girlfriend and so on...