The Great Shift: The Shift Hits the Fan 
by Raven

Eric and I were fortunate to get ring side seats.  I had to call in more than a 
few favors to get them, but then again, it wasn't everyday that the WcW/nWo 
was in town for Monday Nitro.

I was very excited because all of my favorite wrestlers were going to be there: 
Goldberg, Diamond Dallas Page, Hollywood "Hulk" Hogan, Bret "The 
Hitman" Hart, Scott Hall, The Giant, Kevin Nash, Lex Lugar, and of course 
Sting.  There was even the possibility that The Warrior, formerly the Ultimate 
Warrior from the WWF would make an unscheduled appearance.  All in all, it 
promised to be a rocking 3 plus hours of action.

Now I've been to professional wrestling before, and even attended 
Wrestlemania  in Madison Square Garden, but I'd never been this close 
before.  I realized, as I was sitting just on back of the metal railing, that 
incidently is often used as a foreign object AGAINST wrestlers, that I was 
close enough to touch the wrestlers.

 What I was secretly hoping for was an appearance by Miss Elizabeth, the so 
called "First Lady of Wrestling."  I didn't care what they called her, the fact 
was, she was a "Stone Cold" babe.  Unfortunately, the prospects were not 
good.  Miss Elizabeth was a member of the NWO Black & White faction, and 
the "Macho Man" Randy Savage was a member of the NWO Wolf Pack (Red 
& Black Attack).  Savage had been missing in action for the last 2 months or 
so.

Lately, Miss Elizabeth's appearances were limited to the times when she was 
Eric Bishoff's sidekick on the mockery of Jay Leno's Tonight Show.  They 
hadn't even done that in the last few weeks, after Leno and DDP kicked 
Bishoff and Hogan's ass at Sturgis, South Dakota.

Now Miss Elizabeth was missing in action too. :-(

Eric wasn't as huge a wrestling fan as I, but agreed to attend anyway.  I think 
his interest was primarily the Nitro Girls, following their appearance in the 
pages of Penthouse!  He wasn't disappointed when they came out into the 
ring, in a cloud of smoke, dancing up a storm.

So it went, match after match.  It was kind of interesting going to a wrestling 
event that was on television.  The ring announcer that you saw for only a few 
seconds on television was your guide through the commercial breaks.  He 
always gave you a countdown when it was going back on the air, so you 
could be at full scream.  The ring announcer always gave you a preview of 
the next few matches coming out of the commercial break.

I had to say that it was amazing being that close to the "Squared Circle."  It 
was a lot smaller than it looked on a TV screen.  By contrast, the wrestlers 
were huge.  Some of them like the Giant and Kevin Nash were like small 
mountains.  That is not something that you can appreciate from your couch in 
front of the boob tube.

I was having a blast.

During one of the commercial breaks, Eric informed me, "I'm goin' to hit the 
head, Man.  Do you want anything from the concessions?"

"Yeah!  Could you get me another beer?"

We'd had quite a few already.

"Sure.  I'll be right back.  Save my seat."

No sooner had Eric departed than the ring announcer advised us they were 
coming out of a break.

"When we come out, NWO Hollywood is going to be in the ring.  We're 
going to count you down in a second.  When we come out of it, I want you 
guys to be yelling at the top of your lungs.  You're doing a great job so far.  
Okay.  Here we go.  FIVE . . . FOUR . . . THREE . . . TWO . . . ONE . . . 
."

The lights came up once more, and the commotion of the wrestling fans were 
at full tilt.  The next thing that we heard was the theme music of NWO 
Hollywood.

I turned my head to the left to see who all was coming down the ramp that 
lead from backstage to the ring.  My heart skipped a beat when I saw the 
beautiful face and body of Miss Elizabeth walking between the wrestlers, 
beside Eric Bishoff.  She was waving at the fans in the audience with the 
prettiest smile on her face.  Miss Elizabeth looked soooo short compared to 
the huge wrestlers beside her.  She was dwarfed by The Giant and Hogan.  
Even Bishoff towered over her.

 I always knew that she was short from television, but in real life she was 
much shorter.  If I had to guess, I would have to say that she was no more 
than 5'3" or 5'4".  It didn't detract from her beauty in the least bit.  As 
always, Miss Elizabeth was wearing her tight NWO T-shirt, short black 
shorts, and high heels.  She was quite a sight to see.  Her thick blondish-
brown hair shined under the overhead spotlights.

Suddenly, I realized that their entrance would take the group right next to 
where I was sitting.  They approached, and my entire row got up.  I got up 
also, and reached over the railing toward Miss Elizabeth.  I had to touch her . 
. . I just had to touch her.

That's when the entire world turned upside down.  The closest description is 
one found in "Alice in Wonderland": what was up was down, what was left 
was right, what was in was out, and, in this case, what was now right was . 
. . wrong.  The event that would be affectionately called, "The Great Shift" 
swept through the arena.  

There was a feeling of disorientation, unbalance, and finally just blackness.

**********

Sometime later, I felt my consciousness returning.  Even before I opened my 
eyes, I could tell that something was seriously wrong. I could hear people 
crying or screaming all around me, but the most noticeable thing was that I 
felt so . . . weird!  I was lying on cold concrete.  Somebody was gently 
patting my face, and saying something to me.

"Liz.  Wake up Liz.  Are you okay?"

Liz?  What was he talking about.  Why did whoever it was sound exactly like 
Hollywood "Hulk Hogan?

As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew my answer.  The large face of the 
famous wrestler was very close to mine, and looking directly into my just 
opened eyes.  He sounded like Hogan because it WAS Hogan.

I looked all around me to see that I was now on the outside of the railing, and 
right next to the wrestling ring.  As I turned my head I felt something brush 
along the back of my neck, tickling it. Something moved and shifted on my 
chest.  There was hair in my eyes, face, and mouth.

"Why am I on the outside of the railing?" I questioned Hogan nervously.  My 
voice was extremely high, soft, and unfortunately . . . familiar.

"You're not Miss Elizabeth?" Hogan's eyes widened.

"M-Miss E-Elizabeth?" I stammered, simultaneously looking down.

I was wearing a black NWO T-shirt with a bulge of surgically enhanced 
breasts.  Beyond that were short black sequined shorts, and hairless, shapely 
woman's legs.  At the very ends of those feet were drastically high heels.  
Somehow . . . someway I had switched bodies with Miss Elizabeth.

I was a woman!

I tried to brush the hair out of my eyes, but when I did I felt the large swell of 
Miss Elizabeth's boobs on my forearm and upper arm.  The most distressing 
thing was that I felt my new slender arm press INTO the tits on my chest.  

I wanted only wanted to touch Miss Elizabeth, or maybe even meet her, I 
didn't want to BE her.

"N-no. I'm not Mr. Hogan," I replied respectfully.

He stuck out a huge hand to help me up.  God, he was so big!

"Call me Terry," he told me.

"Terry?"

"That's my real name.  Terry Bollea.  I'm not sure what happened here, but it 
looks like a lot of people were affected too."

We stood there at ringside just watching people looking down at themselves, 
and touching themselves, as if for the first.  Of course, many of there were.  
Adults were acting like children.  Children were acting like adults, and some 
adults were crawling around the floor, crying like the toddlers.  It was all 
very surreal.

"This is weird," I noted, turning to Hogan.  "You ARE still Hulk Hogan 
aren't you?"

"Yes," was all he said.  Even HE was thrown for a loop by this eerie turn of 
events.

There was an ominous pause while we stared at all of the displaced people.  
Then he looked at me curiously.

"Who are you?  I mean . . . who were you?"

That comment prompted me to look around Hogan's massive, chiseled body 
to where I had been standing.  I stood as still as a stone statue, and felt a dull 
ache in the pit of my stomach.  There "I" was looking down at "myself," and 
feeling "my" face.  Whoever was in my body was just as stunned as I was to 
be in Miss Elizabeth's body.

It hit me full force.  I was Miss Elizabeth, the First Lady of Wrestling.

I slowly inched toward my real body.  It was like walking toward a 
nightmarish mirror.  The only problem was that "my" body didn't move as I 
moved.  I couldn't believe it.

It's funny the things that run through your head when you are confronted by 
your own body, when you are outside your own body.  I thought, I'm not as 
bad looking as I thought I was.  Is that the real Miss Elizabeth in my body.

I walked up to my real body, reaching up to touch my real face with my new 
hands.  It was the strangest thing seeing long manicured fingernails at the 
ends of my small tapered fingers.  It was the equivalent of pinching yourself 
to see if you are really dreaming.

It was all too real.  When my body spoke, it there was no doubt that Miss 
Elizabeth was elsewhere.

"M-Miss Elizabeth?  What h-happened to me?  Where is my Mommy?"  A 
child now occupied my body.

I caressed my former cheek.  "I don't know, Honey.  Just sit down in the 
chair.  I'm sure well figure this out soon."

There was no reason to take this out on the child inside my body, or to panic 
him or her anymore than necessary.  My real body pulled away from me to sit 
on the chair as I instructed.

"Okay," he or she said with juvenile inflection in my former voice.  Goose 
flesh appeared on my skin.

I should be inspecting my new self like all of the others, but I just couldn't 
bring myself to looking at Miss Elizabeth's body . . . or worse . . . touching 
it.  The irony of my earlier desire to touch her was not lost on me.  I could 
touch her to my heart's content now!

I thanked the heaven's for the diversion of this child's plight.  The sad thing 
was that many other children around the arena were experiencing the same 
thing.  I couldn't help them all, but I could do my part, and help this one 
displaced soul.

I leaned over the railing to talk to the child in my real body.  I could feel the 
weight of Miss Elizabeth's large breast swaying from my chest as I did.

I ignored the strange feeling to concentrate on the kid.  There would be 
enough time for that later.

"What's your real name, Honey?  How old are you?"

"My name's Emily.  I'm 8 years old tomorrow!"  My former body forced a 
smile.

A little girl now had my body.  That meant there was no rhyme or reason to 
these transfers . . . they were all random.

"Are you a fan of Hollywood Hogan, Emily?  Would you like to meet him?"  
I needed something to distract the poor girl, and I just hoped Hogan was 
lurking somewhere nearby.

"Could I?" beamed Emily from inside my bigger male body.

"Sure.  Let me get him, Honey."

I turned to go, but was halted by my own body's voice.  "Miss Elizabeth?"

I didn't know what else to say but, "Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I think you are the prettiest woman that I ever saw.  I wanna look just like 
you do when I grow up!"

I felt a strange mixture of emotions.  I blushed in embarrassment at the 
precise instant that I was overwhelmed by sadness for Emily.  If she was 
trapped in my body, not only would she not look like I currently did, but had 
lost 20 years of her life.  It was all that I could do to hold back the tears.

The emotions that I felt in Miss Elizabeth's body wanted to rush to the 
surface!

I turned, and fortunately Hogan was right behind me.  He had overheard 
everything.

"Your real body?" Hogan asked me.

"Yes," I answered, after a momentary pause.  There, it was out.  The current 
occupant of Miss Elizabeth's exquisite body was a male fan.  "Would you 
mind just talking to Emily?"

"Sure.  No problem.  Are you sure YOU are okay?  You're a woman now!  
Not just any woman, but the lovely Miss Elizabeth!"

"I'll . . . manage.  Just take care of Emily.  Okay?"

"Sure . . . Liz . . . ."  Hogan stopped in mid sentence.  "What is your real 
name?  What should I call you."

I didn't want a wrestling superstar to know who I really was, so I told him 
the only thing that I could.

"Just call me Liz or Elizabeth for now.  It'll make it a lot easier."

"Okay."  Hogan put a huge reassuring hand on my narrow shoulder.  "I'll be 
over here with . . . Emily if you need me."

"Thanks.  Just take care of her."

I had to turn away from my old body, for it was extremely hard to watch it 
move around without my mental command.  I looked at the other members of 
NWO Hollywood that were around the ringside.  They too were checking 
themselves out.  However, from what I could overhear, they pretty much 
switched between themselves.  For instance, The Giant was now Scott 
Steiner aka "Big Poppa Pump."  Buff Bagwell was now The Giant.  Eric 
Bishoff now had his fondest wish because he was now inside the body of 
Kurt Hennig.  On and on it went.  The only one who seemed to have lost out 
was The Giant who was now inside one of the Nitro Girls . . . the short one!

Without warning, I heard somebody clearing there voice over the 
loudspeaker.  I looked up into the ring to see Bobby "The Brain" Heenan 
with the ring microphone.

"Ahem.  If I can have your attention.  This is Bobby Heenan.  I am still 
myself, but I know that many of you are in different bodies.  W-we have 
gotten word from the authorities that approximately 90% of the world's 
population has been switched into knew bodies.  Please try to stay calm, and 
the officials from the arena will try to help you sort this out . . . find your 
family and friends.  We're doing what we can.  In the meantime, we would 
like everybody who is with either NWO or WCW, or anybody who is in one 
of their bodies to go back stage.  We have been given special instruction from 
the authorities.  Thank you, and try to remain calm.  You are not alone in 
your predicament."

It figures, I smirked mentally.  The "Weasel" Heenan, out of all of the people 
in the world, got to keep his real body.  Life definitely wasn't fair.

I felt a tug upon my arm.  It was Hollywood Hogan.

"C'mon . . . Liz.  We have to go back stage."

I followed him solemnly away from my real body, for perhaps the last time.

**********

Backstage, I sat quietly while the WcW officials who were still themselves 
catalogued just who had who's body.  As I said before, most of the wrestlers 
traded amongst themselves.  The first people to be catalogued were those 
who looked like fans from the audience.  Each time they asked who they used 
to be, I held my breath.

Person after person announced who they really were.  Nobody came forward 
to say they were really Miss Elizabeth.

Then they started on the people who had WcW or nWo bodies.  Again, 
nobody came forward to say that they were really Miss Elizabeth.  Finally, 
they inquiry turned around to me.

The question came, "Who are you in reality."

I didn't know what to say.  Even though there were others who were in the 
wrong gender, it embarrassed me to say that I used to be a man.  It was 
obvious that Miss Elizabeth was either displaced into a body where she 
couldn't respond, like a baby, or simply didn't want to.  I looked to Hogan 
for help.

Hogan noted the lost look in my eyes, and amazingly, spoke up for me.

"It's her.  She was with me the entire time.  It's really Miss Elizabeth."

The official moved on to another person.  After everybody looked away from 
me to the new person under the spotlight, I walked up to Hogan, and 
squeezed his hand.

"Thank you," I whispered way up to his 6'8" height.

He looked way down to me, smiling, "No problem.  If anybody gives you 
problems, just see me.  I've known Liz for a long time.  She wanted out of 
this business for the longest time.  She felt trapped by her ex-husband 
Savage.  It looks like she got her wish.  I suspect that we won't be hearing 
from her.  I just hope that she's found a better place.

When the cataloguing was complete, they addressed us.

"Those in authority have charged us with an important duty during this time 
of crisis.  People will be disoriented.  Things will be in turmoil for some 
time.  During that time, people will need something that they know and love 
to anchor them.  They need something to identify with that is still the same . . 
. something constant.  Professional wrestling will fill that void.  People can 
return to some degree of normalcy knowing that wrestling is still on.  The 
feuds, the rivalries, and the story lines are all the same.  It will give them 
hope."

The person continued, "I know it will be rough at first, but we will survive, 
we more than anybody else are used to playing characters that aren't our true 
selves.  This is just a more . . . realistic version.  Those of you in new bodies 
will pick up the script, story lines, and persona of your new bodies.  Those 
of you in your real bodies like Hollywood, DDP, and Elizabeth will help you 
through the rough spots. We're counting on you guys in your real bodies."

There it was.  Everybody believed that I was the real Elizabeth.  Only Hogan 
knew the truth.  I was being asked to assume the life and career of Elizabeth 
Poffo aka Miss Elizabeth.

Hogan must have known what I was thinking.  He extended a hand to me.

"Well?"

I thought about it for a second.  What the Hell.  I always had been a fan of 
professional wrestling.  Now I would be part of the game . . . albeit as the 
most recognizable female manager/valet in the business!

I smiled at Hogan, as I accepted his invitation.

"What the Hell!  I'm in!"

He nodded at me, and then went to take care of personal business.  He 
probably had family to locate now also.

On the other side of the room was a ladies room.  Up until now, it was 
forbidden territory.  Now it would be a safe haven.  I would know those 
rooms intimately, as well as all of the other little things involved with 
womanhood.

I made for the door.

I breathed a thankful sigh of relief that the restroom was empty.  I took a deep 
breath, and then stepped in front of the mirror. I saw my new body for the 
first time.  It was the body of Miss Elizabeth.

She . . . I was sooo beautiful.  I smiled at myself with her smile, and posed 
her body in provocative ways.  Then I lifted my tiny hands to my chest to 
squeeze my big boobs for the first time.

I felt them grow warm and tingle at my touch.  There was a reciprocal moist 
warmth from my short black shorts, as if there were a direct connection 
between the two.  It felt sooo very wonderful.

I nodded to myself in the mirror.  "This is going to be very . . . interesting!"

The reflection spoke as I spoke.

**********

That was 6 months ago.  The authorities gave all of the displaced people one 
of three options.  They could live or take over the life of the person they 
appeared to be, if the real person never came forward.  Otherwise, you could 
return to your old life, with obvious alterations, or take on a whole new 
created identity.  Things were starting to return to normal. 

I was proud to say that professional wrestling was part of that return to 
normal.  I, the lovely Miss Elizabeth was part of that service.

However, it wasn't the same Elizabeth that everybody knew and loved.  My 
Miss Elizabeth was more of a bad girl than the former "Goodie Two Shoes!"  
I was more of an aggressive, interfering female manager/valet, and had gotten 
pretty handy with a steel chair inside the ring.

If no chair was handy, I had an assortment of other weapons like my spiked 
high heel shoe, or the brick in my purse.

Instead of "The First Lady of Wrestling," fans were starting to call me "The 
First Tramp of Wrestling" or "The First Bitch of Wrestling."  I didn't care.  I 
was having a blast.

That first day of the Great Shift I made the most important decision of my 
life.  That decision was to take over the life of Miss Elizabeth.  She never did 
come forward, and nobody even doubted that I was anybody but the genuine 
article. Oh, it was rough at first.  However, after I got the make up and what 
not down, I was just as feminine as she was.  

Maybe even more . . . if the other wrestlers are to be believed.

The second most important decision was to indulge the sexual urges of my 
new body.  I was sooo happy that I did.  I have never experienced 
ANYTHING as wonderful and exciting as sex as a woman.

They first time was with Hollywood, of course.  He was more than happy to 
show me the wonders of my new body.  After that, I was a regular visitor to 
the dressing rooms of different wrestlers.  I would have to say that my 
favorite was the new Giant.  He was so big, and I was so small.  He kind of 
threw me around like a little toy, but it was a thrill.  I've never had a bigger 
(or more) orgasms than the time he entered me, and lay on top of me with his 
humongous 7'4" 545 lb frame.  

I though he would literally crush me.  It only made the orgasm that much 
more powerful.

I also developed a tendency toward oral sex as time went on.  It seemed that a 
lot of the wrestlers liked the sight of Miss Elizabeth on her knees, and giving 
them a blow job, before they went into the ring.

Again, that first time was so hard and so traumatic.  However, it was also so 
great.  I now knew why some women got so fixated on this form of sex, and 
I already knew how good it felt from my life on the other side.

That was all gone now.  I was now and forever . . . Miss Elizabeth.

In the end, I ended up getting back with Randy Savage.  Hogan and I had to 
tell him that I wasn't the real Elizabeth.  The fact that I used to be a man, 
strangely enough, turned him on even more.  As for me, my body yearned 
for Randy's.  Apparently he always did know how to make Elizabeth's body 
talk.  It was just everything else that got in the way.

That wasn't a problem with us.  I ended up loving Randy more than I've ever 
loved ANYBODY!

That still didn't stop me from seeing the new Giant every now and again.  

Randy seemed to just naturally to assume that I have the same morals as my 
look alike.  She would have never cheated on Randy . . . I would.

The bottom line is that I now know why Randy is nicknamed "The Macho 
Man."  I do love him.

The cue from the announcer broke me out of my reflection.

" . . . . ladies and gentleman, I give you the lovely Miss Elizabeth!"

I started down the ramp toward the ring.  There were a smattering of boos, 
but for the most part, there was wildly enthusiastic cheers.  After all, I was 
the prettiest female valet in wrestling.

Epilogue

I was in the middle of the ring, cavorting and laughing with the rest of my 
nWo cronies, when I it dawned on me that I was back in the same arena 
where my second life as Miss Elizabeth all began.  I had come full circle.  I 
was so happy and wrapped up in my life as Miss Elizabeth that I'd totally 
forgotten.

I scanned the front of the barricade nervously.  Was she . . . or rather . . . he 
here tonight?  Did Emily also return to the beginning?

It was so hard to see the faces of the fans through all of the haze of the smoke 
in the arena.  I slipped under the ring ropes, careful not to rip my tight, tight 
dress, and descended the steel steps to ringside.

I scanned the people at the barricade once again.  My mouth dropped open, as 
I raised one slender hand to my lips.  There she . . . he . . . was in my old 
body.

Slowly I inched toward him.  It was funny.  I have long since drown 
accustomed, even fond, of my new body.  I hadn't noticed the distinct 
differences in the way Miss Elizabeth's body balanced, moved or felt for 
such a long, long time. It had all become familiar and comfortable.

That was . . . until now.

The mere sight of my old shell brought all of that back to me.  My woman's 
body suddenly felt as alien as it did on that very first night so long ago.

He just stared at me as I approached him.  Had he ever figured out that I was 
once the owner of his new body?  His friends, guys that I did not know, of 
his apparent age, also stared at me as I drew near.  I was right on the other 
side of the barrier from Emily.

"Emily?" I asked.  Even my voice, so commonplace for months, was once 
again strange in my ears.

"You remembered me?" he exclaimed excitedly.

I forced a smile.  He didn't suspect the truth.  "Of course I did.  How are 
you, Honey?"

His friends were amazed that Miss Elizabeth was calling HIM "Honey."

I call myself Emilio now.  Emily doesn't really fit me anymore.  Y'know?  I 
work now that I'm all grown up, and even moved out from my parent's 
house.  They are all in different bodies too now.  My Dad is a little black girl 
now, who is younger than I was.  He decided to stay with his new family 
and be a kid again.  I have to call him Tonisha now when I see him.  Mom 
got the body of a younger girl, but she stayed and still wanted to be my 
Mom.  I guess I'm doin' okay.  It could be worse . . . some folks are.  These 
are my friends from work.  They are all big fans of you Miss Elizabeth."

"Hi guys," I smiled at Emilio's friends, who leered back at me, their 
lascivious thoughts written all over their faces.

It was a look that I had gotten very used to getting, and even liked, from 
men.  There weren't too many men out there who didn't want to have their 
way with my body.

I was extremely elated now that I knew Emily, now Emilio, was doing fine.  
His speech patterns sounded quite adult now.  I wondered what Eric was 
doing now?  Did he ever think of his old friend Steve?  Whatever became of 
him?

Emilio leaned forward over the railing to whisper into my ear.  "I still think 
you are the most beautiful woman in wrestling, Miss Elizabeth, maybe even 
the most beautiful woman on television.  You were so kind to me that day 
that it all happened.  I'll never forget you.  I would have gone crazy if you 
hadn't helped me.  Now that I'm a man, I appreciate your beauty even more.  
I-I fantasize about you all of the time.

I knew EXACTLY what Emilio was talking about.  I could feel myself 
blushing from the heat that rose to my smooth cheeks.  My eyes flickered 
down the form of my former self to the crotch area.  There was a huge hard 
on straining against the fabric of his jeans.

I whispered back.  "Do you want to meet me afterward?  Maybe you could 
come to my dressing room."

"Okay," Emilio shouted.  Nobody else knew why he shouted.

I winked at Emilio.  He'd get lucky with Miss Elizabeth tonight, and be a 
legend among his buddies.  An autographed pair of used panties should do 
the trick!  It was the least that I could do for my former body.  Besides, how 
many people get a chance to have sex with their own body?

I had a strong feeling that I would know what it liked.

Randy was out of town, so what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.  I 
couldn't very well have my body taking a flying elbow off of the top rope . . 
. could I?

the end!