* * *

Twenty minutes later, Rachell walked into the door of her apartment. This was *her* place, and the sense of being home made her feel calm and relaxed. She was greeted by her cats, which she petted and talked to. She fed them, then went to her bedroom to change her clothes. She liked to go for a run before dinner, so she carefully removed her clothes, and hung them in the closet. She took off her bra, and put it in the sink. She would hand wash it that night, and let it air dry hanging over the shower curtain bar. She put on a sports bra, then her running outfit.

She had a good drink of water to make sure she was well hydrated, went out the back door, stretched, and began her usual route of her 4 mile run. She loved running after work, it let her clear her head and relax, after all the stress of the day. She smiled and waved at the neighbors as she jogged past them. She looked at the children playing in their yards, and thought back to when she had been busily occupied with nothing more than a swing set and a sandbox.

Time just seemed to fly by, and soon she was on the home stretch, heading back towards her place. Her lungs were burning, and her legs could really feel it now. She pushed hard though, because she knew this was where she really burned the calories. She had eaten a piece of chocolate from Deana's desk, and felt guilty about it, so she gritted her teeth, and began her sprint down the last quarter mile.

Satisfied, she walked for five minutes as a cool down, went inside, drank more water, then did some stretching again. Now all covered in sweat, she went in to take her shower. As the luke warm water rolled down her body, she started to touch herself all over.

Earlier in the day she had felt horror at being in a woman's body. But now, it seemed normal, natural. She applied the soap to herself, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. She cleaned herself well between her legs, knowing that she was just starting her period. She had always hated her smell when it was her time of the month. She wasn't really even spotting yet, but she knew it would start any time. She could tell from the familiar edge of irritability she was starting to feel. She would use a panty liner, just to be sure. She also knew how she got so horny, right when she was about to start. She thought of the cute guy she had seen walking his dog. One of these days, she would work up the nerve to talk to him. He made her shiver all over inside. She felt like a schoolgirl when she saw him, just melting, and hoping he would ask her out.

As she used her feminine hygiene product, she wondered why she had been so freaked out earlier in the day about having a pussy? What had she been thinking? Why in the world would she have been upset about being a woman? She had always been a woman, and she couldn't imagine ever being anything else.

But something still bothered her. While drying off, putting on the sweat suit she used when she lazed around the house, and preparing her dinner, she thought about it. Something in the back of her mind. While she ate her salad with low-cal dressing, cottage cheese and fruit, she suddenly remembered. The conspiracy! She had planned to discover in her mind the details of the conspiracy, so she could stop it.

A sense of dread crept over her as she realized that ever since she had accessed the memories in her mind, she had slipped completely into Rachell's life. She had gone through Rachell's entire routine, as if she had always done it. She had been completely buried within Rachell's mind.

She had to think! "I am really Hal!" she said out loud, but the words had a hollow ominous ring to them, as if she didn't even believe it herself. She had to really concentrate, and struggle to think of earlier in the day when she had been Hal. She had to struggle to remember *anything* about being Hal. In fact, those memories seemed distant, and remote now, as if they were just something from a dream.

Maybe the warning not to access the memories in her brain hadn't been a ruse. Maybe it had been a real warning. But she was still faced with the same problem. Either she could stop now and give up the company and her life's work as Hal, or she could take a risk, and try to delve into Rachell's mind again, but this time make sure that she found what she needed, and get the hell out.

She picked up a piece of paper, and began writing:

Note to myself:

I am Hal! I am Hal! Find out what they're plotting, and get out of her mind! I am Hal!

Satisfied, she laid the note on her bed. That way, she would remember everything when she went to bed, and would be sure to shock herself back into remembering who she really was. It did freak her out however that writing on the paper was *Rachell's* writing. Even though she now remember that she was really Hal, the writing was a flowing feminine script with large bold strokes, instead of his normal small, hard to read scrawl.

* * *

Rachell went to the comfortable chair in the living room, and picked up the pad of paper and pencil. Predictably, her cats wanted to sit on her lap. She allowed them to, since it would be just as normal. The more it was her normal routine, the better that she would be able to slip back in, and remember what she wanted.

She wrote down on the paper "The plan to take over HalCo Inc". She petted the purring cat, and tried to remember its name.

"Good girl Ginger" she said, petting the yellow tabby, "you purr so loud!"

Ginger responded to her voice by rolling onto its back, so she could rub her soft white belly.

Rachell looked at the paper in her hand. She smiled. The takeover of HalCo? Debra and Joan had kept so much of it in the dark from her for some reason, but she would stand to profit handsomely from it. They had promised to promote her if she helped them. All she had to do was to go with them to the witch, and tell Hal the lines they had prepared for her. Once she had taken over his body, they would let her in on the details.

She was excited about the opportunity to move up in the world, but she was tired, having gone over the plans so often with Debra. She turned on the TV to watch Survivor, and put the pad of paper down.

At 10:30, Rachell got up, put out some hard food for the cats, brushed her teeth, put her nightie on, and then her night cream. She went to pull down her bedspread, and saw the piece of paper laying there. She tossed it into the wastebasket. Why did she leave it there? What was wrong with her?

She laid down, for a good night's sleep, excited about what she would find in the morning.

* * *

The alarm went off at 7:00am. Although she didn't start until 8:30, and it was only a twenty minute drive, she would be rushed as usual to get everything done. She showered, dressed (making sure to use a panty line, since she was sure she'd be starting her period), and did her hair. It took so long to pick out the right shoes today. She was sometimes so indecisive! But her gray business suit, with its knee length skirt and matching blazer were just right for today. She picked a very feminine looking blouse, with purple floral patterns on a gray background. It was her fashion sense, mixing a business like suit with a frivolous feminine top. But choosing the right pair of shoes for it took some work. On her fourth try, she was satisfied with the black flats she selected. She liked what heels did to make her calves look better, but somehow they didn't go with the outfit. So she sighed as she settled on the flats. The heels would have to wait for tonight, when she went dancing.

She was short on time, so she grabbed a banana to eat in the car. She ate it, and did her makeup as she drove. Some stupid men beeped their horns at her, which made it really hard to get the mascara on just right with all that distraction. So what if they had to wait three more seconds at the light? She was doing something important here!

She arrived, parked in her usual spot at the far end of the parking lot, and walked in the door. She admired Hal's shiny black BMW, and wondered how it felt to drive a car like that. Once in her office, she checked her schedule, and saw that she had a meeting with him, first thing! She went to the lady's room, and checked her hair and makeup. It is important to look your best when you meet with the big boss!

She was shown into Hal's office by Adele, his current secretary. She had picked out Adele herself, and Hal had seemed rather pleased with her. She was glad, because he could be tough to satisfy.

She looked around inside, and saw that Joan and Debra were already there. Joan sat at the big desk, while Hal and Debra were in the comfortable chairs facing the desk.

"So Hal, how does it feel to know that women are running your company now?" said Joan.

Rachell turned to Hal to hear his response. This would be interesting.

"Hal?" said Debra, poking her in the arm. Why would she do that?

There was uneasy silence for a few moments.

"I told you he would access my memories" said Hal, which made Rachell very confused. What was he talking about?

"How is your sister Betsy?" asked Debra.

"Oh, she's doing very well" replied Rachell. "She just sent me a new picture of Amy. She's 15 weeks old already! Its hard to believe. But she's a good baby, and really smart!"

"Aw, that's nice. I'd like to see her picture" said Debra.

"Here" said Rachell, digging through her purse. She came up with a smaller version of the picture she had in the frame on her desk. Debra, Joan and Hal all cooed over the cute baby picture. Rachell thought it very odd that such a hard stern man was so crazy over a baby. Most men didn't like babies at all, and she hadn't expected him to smile and say how cute Amy was.

"See?" said Joan, "He's gone completely over."

"He's lost himself I think. Lets see if we can get him back again. It will be more fun if he has to squirm about our takeover" said Hal.

Hal got up, and walked over to Rachell.

"Stand up. Look me in the eyes" he said. She did as he asked.

"You used to be me" he said. "You are Hal! Do you remember being me?"

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