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I started writing this story in 1998 and subsequently had some major health problems where I quit writing for several years. Hope that you enjoy it.
JFK
By Waldo
Chapter 1 - The Interview
Late Spring 1998:
Professor Marvin Ewart looked at his wristwatch one last time to verify that he had given the class of college students the promised amount of time; then he slowly walked toward the podium as he re-buttoned his dark brown blazer. After all, he had a professional instructor’s image to maintain and couldn't appear in front of the university class looking like a slob like some of his peers frequently did. It was bad enough that most of his students constantly looked like slobs so he had to constantly set a good example for them in his personal appearance. After all, according to his syllabus, sitting in some of those seats were supposed to be the future leaders of tomorrow’s America.
Standing tall at the podium, he momentarily scrutinized the crowded classroom, easily observing that some of the students were obviously finished with the test while others were still working hard during the last few seconds on the final test for his class. Clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention and tapping his pencil on the podium, he announced in the clear concise professional tone that would be expected from one of the university's most senior tenured instructors.
“Put your pencil’s down, please. It’s time. If you haven’t finished your test by now, too bad. You were given adequate time and should have easily finished. Please make sure that your name is on your paper before you pass them to the aisle on the right. Mr. Godwin, please collect the papers.”
As the students slowly started complying with his request to collect the test papers, he used the time remaining time before the bell rang to dismiss the class to make the remarks that he had waited a lifetime to finally say to a class.
“I want to thank you for your positive cooperation and very active participation in my various research projects this last semester. For those of you that are interested in my personal plans……… well, I’m ready to admit that the rumor that this is the last class that I’ll ever teach, is positively and absolutely true. I’ve reached that point in my life, where I’m finally ready to write the book that I’ve been promising myself all my life that I will someday write. I’m going to spend the next six months writing a rough draft, then work on flushing my draft into the final product as I assist a colleague in a research project for the last three to five years of my career. Somewhere in that time, I’ll finish my book before I finally retire to the little farm in Iowa that my parents left me so many years ago.”
One of the female students in a middle row blurted out a question. “What’s the subject of your book, Professor Ewart?”
“A good question, Miss Tarkington. As everyone is aware, my life-long hero has always been the late President John Fitzgerald Kennedy. When I was a young graduate student preparing for my doctorate, I first became aware of the young Senator from Massachusetts and followed his meteoric career because he was close to my own age and personally paid the price of freedom by serving gallantly in the military. I listened to what he proclaimed that each of us needed to do for our country and totally agreed with him. When he became the President and put the nation-wide call out for Peace Corp’s volunteers, I proudly answered that call to civic duty. A very few years later when he was assassinated, and in my personal opinion, the country fell completely apart, I grudgingly returned to my university teaching position. I was very disillusioned with the way that then President Lyndon Johnson was NOT LEADING the country. Several years ago, when I was expounding my personal views to a class about the impact of the assignation, one of my students asked me a very thought-provoking question that I considered to be one of the major turning points of my life."
Pausing to hold one finger up in the air to emphasize his words, he dropped his voice volume to a very low volume so that he sounded as if he was sharing a deep secret personally with each of the class members. Walking slowly while talking slowly, he made sure to make eye contact with each class member.
"What would….. the world….. be like today…. if……. JFK hadn’t been assassinated……on that fateful day in Dallas?"
Pounding his fist firmly on the podium on the word “Dallas”, his voice quickly rose in volume like a preacher getting ready to put the fear of god into his assembled group. Placing his hands behind his back like a soldier standing at Parade Rest, he stood at the edge of the stage trying to reach deep into of the student’s hearts and to instill in them the strong patriotic fever that he had always felt.
"The more that I thought about that simple question, the more I realized that the impact of his death upon our country and the world is an area of JFK’s life that hasn’t been explored at all. What would the world be like if he hadn’t been assassinated in Dallas but had lived to continue his Presidency? That is such an important question that I will repeat it again. Just think of the many things he could have done for this country if he hadn’t been assassinated that fateful day in Dallas. As a result of that student's question, I’ve spent the last ten years of my private life researching the political and social issues of that time to determine the major political issues that he would’ve had to face after the Dallas trip. Using my knowledge of his political philosophy, his personality, and other factors, I've developed the probable answers that his administration would have developed if he’d been able to avoid the assassination in Dallas and also if he would have successfully been elected to a second term. So, Miss Tarkington, to answer your question, I’m going to write a book to project what would’ve probably occurred if JFK had lived and had successfully served two full terms as President.”
Another student piped up with a sly look on his face as if he was thinking dirty thoughts and trying to get the Professor to say something titillating.
“Professor Ewart, do you think that Kennedy would’ve been the first President to be kicked out of office for lack of morals…. you know, for all the women that he was reportedly messing with…I mean… seeing? From what I understand, he was having affair after affair with several women and not caring if his wife knew about any of his women.”
“No. Back then, the newspapers were just beginning to heavily shadow public figures and his association with women other than his wife, was well known by the members of the press, but the reporters turned the other way to keep from embarrassing JFK. After all what good would it have done the newspapers to anger a President who liked to give them opportunities for official approved stories? It was public knowledge that JFK and the very glamorous Hollywood movie star Marilyn Monroe were much more than just casual friends but even this too close friendship relationship was ignored by the press because of that generation of reporter’s ethics. Remember the old newsreels of the birthday party where she crooned Happy Birthday to him in front of a ballroom full of people? Just looking at that one film clip, it’s easy to see that she was certainly more to him than just a very close friend or political crony. And there are many other women, such as the mobster’s girlfriend that JFK is supposed to have frequently shared his bed with, as an example of other affairs that he’s been know to have had. I’ve considered all those semi-private friendships, various other social issues and have included them in my general theory. My theory is that he was so immensely popular and that mainstream America wasn’t so ‘politically correct’ back then so his dalliances would have been overlooked. I summit that he would’ve easily been elected to a second Presidential term and would’ve surprised everyone with the social and political changes that he was planning to implement if only he had been given enough time in office to work on his goals. My book will be a work of total fiction based upon truth and the absolute political history of that time’s world. If you want to know any more of my plans or my thoughts about that ‘could-have-happened’ JFK second Presidency time period, you’ll have to buy the book at your local bookstore in about three to five years. Thank you for you patience, for being relatively good students and have a good summer. Class is dismissed.”
******
About five days later, the newly retired Marvin Ewart came out of his house, wearing his running shorts, T-shirt and running shoes. Tucking his house keys into his short’s pocket, he adjusted the strap around his glasses so that they wouldn’t fall off while he was running. Then he stretched his lean body as he prepared for his morning jog.
For a sixty-two year old man, he was in relatively great physical shape. He had taken great care of his body all of his life and his lean body was in better shape and health than most of his former colleagues who were half his age. Except for the gray streaks in his thinning closely cropped hair, he looked very similar to how he had looked when he graduated from college almost forty years earlier. He still had the same old-fashioned hairstyle, a flattop, from his college days.
Two minutes later after he had limbered up a little, he started his wrist watch stopwatch keeping track of the time as he took off on his daily one hour jog through the local parks of Washington DC. He ran down the neighborhood sidewalk, cut across the small grassy area at the far corner of his block and turned off onto the narrow side street that would lead him to the nearest entrance to Rock Creek Park.
As he jogged down the street toward the park entrance, he was startled by the short blast of a police siren immediately behind him. Shocked by the unexpected sound so close behind him, he jumped out of the way of the approaching unmarked police car, then changed from a running pace to a fast walking pace as the driver of the police car frantically waved at him.
The black sedan with a flashing red light on the front dash, pulled in front of him in a screeching stop. As soon as the unmarked police car was stopped, the driver opened the car door, holding up a badge to identify himself as a police officer. Not exactly sure what the plain clothes policeman wanted with him but having no reason to fear the police, Marvin stopped.
“Mr. Ewart, I’m Special Agent Downe. I’ve been asked to escort you to a meeting.”
A smile broke out on Marvin’s face as he answered the unexpected summons.
“I think that you’ve got the wrong man. I’m Marvin Ewart, a Political Science Teacher at Georgetown University or I was until yesterday which was my last day at work. I’m retired now and I’m sure that I don’t have any outstanding parking tickets.”
“No, sir, you’re exactly the man that I've been assigned to find and to bring in to our headquarters. I arrived at your house only a few seconds right after you left your house. Your neighbor who had seen you leaving to go do your daily jogging, told me how to find your usual jogging path, so I raced down here, hoping I could find you. Please get in the car.”
Feeling very confused as to why the police wanted to meet with him, Marvin didn’t obey the order but instead tried to ensure that it was him that they were looking for. Still standing a few feet from the car, he questioned the driver.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. I was given this assignment without being briefed. I was only told that it is a high priority that I find you and that I'm to treat you with maximum respect.”
Recognizing that he probably didn’t have much choice in the request, Marvin acquiesced to the summons but with a caveat, as he walked around to the passenger side of the car, he realized how he was dressed.
“Take me back to the house and I’ll change clothes quickly.”
“No, sir. We don’t have time. I’ve been told to bring you with me however you’re dressed.”
******
The bronze sign outside the non-decrepit building declared it to be nothing more than the headquarters of a private medical research organization. But the policeman parked the car within the guarded basement garage and escorted Doctor Ewart to an elevator accessible only by the Special Agent’s carded identity badge. That was pretty common for most Washington buildings nowadays but when the elevator door opened, inside the elevator was an armed guard manning the elevator that double-checked Agent Downe’s identity card as well as verified through his walkie-talkie that Downe and guest were expected. The Professor quickly decided that there was more to this building than what the bronze sign depicted.
Special Agent Downe guided Doctor Ewart into an empty meeting room and shut the door, leaving the Professor standing just inside the doorway, still wearing nothing but his jogging clothes. The Professor stared for a moment at a big, long mirror on one wall, wondering if the mirror was one of those two way mirrors and if he was being secretly observed from the other side of the mirror at that moment.
He was startled from his musing about the purpose of the mirror as the door behind him opened again and two people entered the room. The young woman leading spoke first as she held out her hand to greet him.
“Doctor Ewart, thank you for coming to see us on such short notice. I’m Janice Pennington and this is Howard Stiern. In front of you are some papers that re-establish your previous security clearance and also are documented acknowledge that you won’t reveal anything that we discuss with you today. Please have a seat and sign the papers before I discuss why you are here.”
Marvin noticed that the young woman pointed him to a chair at the table that was directly facing the big long mirror while his hosts took the two chairs so that their backs were to the mirror. The seat assignment meant that Marvin would be staring straight at the mirror. Feeling smug with his deduction that there had to be someone watching him from behind the mirror, Marvin took a moment to stare at his two hosts before he signed the papers which were nothing more than the government's typical standard anti-disclosure security papers.
With the papers signed, the Professor began guessing the roles of the people sitting across from him. The attractive woman was blonde, slender, mid-thirties, and dressed in the current “dress-to-succeed” style. As she opened her steno pad, Marvin classified her as a senior executive secretary and turned his attention to the quiet man sitting beside her. Like her, he was opening a steno pad, but his gray hair, pencil-thin mustache, expensive suit, and general appearance classified him as being an executive. Clearly this man was someone important within the administration. Someone with a lot of power but probably with the anonymous power to accomplish miracles that the normal bureaucracy prevented from occurring.
Smiling at the man as he ignored the attractive young female that he was assuming to be only a secretary, Professor Ewart stared straight into the other man’s eyes as he began pushing to quickly find out exactly why they had jerked him from his daily exercise routine and brought him to that building.
“So what is so damn important that I’m not allowed to return home to dress properly?”
The woman responded for them as the male executive remained stone faced.
“We’ve been considering you as the prime candidate for an important project that is now ready to be executed and were caught a little off-guard by your unexpected announcement to leave your post. Not only are you recognized as one of the premier historians of the Camelot area of the late President Kennedy, but you’re also one of our country’s foremost political strategists. A good percentage of our current younger generation of political strategists use the basic political theories that they’ve learned from your classroom teachings and generally you are recognized by your peer as the premier expert on the JFK era and subsequent politics.”
Doctor Ewart nodded his head in recognition of the young woman’s remarks and continued to stare at Mr. Stern waiting for him to say something. After a couple of seconds, the young woman corrected the Professor's assumptions.
“I see that you’ve made the same mistake that a lot of people make about Howard and me. While I’m not ready to state my exact position within this administration yet, please consider me as your counterpart for this project and Howard as my confidential assistant and personal secretary. I’m in charge of this interview and Howard is here to take notes.”
Feeling very embarrassed at his natural error in determining which one of them had been in charge, Doctor Ewart shifted position slightly so that he was more directly facing the young woman. Observing that she now had his totally undivided attention, she opened her notebook as she started the meeting.
“We’ve had you under close observation for quite some time. It was only accomplished by graduate students within your classes, for the last three semesters while we’ve been evaluating you and some other people that we’ve been considering for this special project. It's a special project that I can’t discuss with you at this time, so please don’t ask me to explain anything in more detail than what I am permitted to say at this time. Please pardon my directness, but I need to ask you several questions to make sure that you are the man that we think that you are. Do you think that JFK would’ve allowed the massive troop build-up in Vietnam that his successor, President Johnson subsequently implemented after JFK’s assassination?”
Without any hesitation, Doctor Ewart expounded upon the well-thought theories that he had developed over his several years of private research into that specific subject.
“Both Presidents in their respective administrations, believed in military intervention in underdeveloped countries. However JFK believed in limited, strategic involvement by trained professionals, such as the elite Green Berets Army teams, while Johnson believed in might over quality; thus Johnson implemented his war policy by throwing hundred’s of thousands of untrained military in areas where their main purpose was nothing more than to be living targets. JFK would have escalated the war, but would’ve kept the war profile lower by using better trained soldiers. JFK would have allowed the military to do what they knew best…. to fight the enemy on their own terms, not the blundering way that Johnson did, which greatly turned America citizens against the war. JFK would’ve made one minor error which would’ve have been to hold back heavy bomb strikes against the north, but that is a decision that could only have been determined much later as being the correct decision after the war by examining all the facts.”
A smile illuminated the attractive woman’s face which he accepted that she agreed with his opinion. Instead she softly asks a question that contradicted her body language.
“That goes against the advice of all the late President’s then current advisors. If you’d been there as one of his advisors, how would you have justified your advice to JFK to proceed?”
Leaning forward, Doctor Ewart proceeded to expound upon the various theories that he had spent his total scholastic lifetime developing. For several minutes, he described a multitude of political events that had occurred over thirty years before and explained the then-current rationale for the event as well as the after-the-facts rationale that supported the basis for Doctor Ewart’s current theories. As he discussed the theories, he focused his attention on the young woman, forgetting completely about the two-way mirror just behind her.
After he completed his lengthy explanation, a small buzzer went off somewhere in the room. Recognizing that it was a signal, the woman shut her notebook, stood up and walked toward the door followed closely by her secretary. Neither of them said a word as they walked out the door; leaving the door opened and also leaving Marvin very puzzled as to their sudden unexplained departure. Before he could feel insulted by their unexpected departure, the President of the United States entered the room through the open door. Seeing the recognizable face of President Bill Clinton, Marvin now knew who had been behind the mirror.
Leaping to his feet, a slightly stunned Doctor Ewart could only hold out his hand in response to the hand offered by the some-what young President, who greeted him friendly.
“Doctor Ewart. So glad to finally meet you. I’ve read a lot about your work and I’m proud to finally get the opportunity to meet you in person. Excuse me for having you brought here. As you were obviously aware, someone was watching you behind the two-way mirror and it was me watching you as I made my decisions. I'm very pleased with your answers so I’ve decided to greatly shorten the interview process. Please sit down.”
As both of them sat down on the same side of the table, Doctor Ewart faced the President as he responded to suddenly finding himself face to face with America’s President.
“I don’t know what to say. I suspected someone was back there, but never suspected it could be you.”
A wide boyish grin filled the President’s face, as the President's charisma and words relaxed Doctor Ewart slightly
“Your decision to retire from teaching pushed my plans up by two months. When it was reported to me this morning that you’d unexpectedly closed out the teaching portion of your career, I ordered my staff to rush this interview. Before I committed myself to the Prospectus Project, I wanted to meet you in person. Are you aware that we’ve been seriously evaluating you for the last six months and that we’re interested in you participating in a historical project that can impact history in a way that no other person has ever dreamed possible?”
“No, sir.”
Marvin’s answer was slightly hushed because he was feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the question and by the close proximity of the President of the United States. It seemed so unreal to be this close to him and without any guards present.
The President displayed his boyish smile that he used so effectively to disarm reporters and foreign diplomats.
“Did you ever see that old picture of me and JFK? The one that we used during my campaign?”
“Yes and it created the right impact for your election campaign. The former President meeting the young man that wanted to be President.”
Winking mischievously at Doctor Ewart, the President joked.
“I always thought it was really a picture of a former President meeting the young handsome man that would be President someday.”
The President’s tone changed from joking to being serious as he continued explain the purpose for the interview.
“I’ll never forget that day when I met him. I knew what my plans were and meeting him that day confirmed to me that it was possible for me to someday achieve my goals. I sometimes wish that he was still alive today so that I could freely draw on his wisdom and share his friendship.”
“History would have been very different if he hadn’t gone to Dallas.”, volunteered Doctor Ewart as he silently mused about where this discussion was headed.
“Exactly. And that’s the basis for the Prospectus Project. We intend to change history. We have the technology to send someone back into the recent past…. to where that person can change history to improve history. As a result of the impact that JFK’s untimely death had on the country, I’ve selected the JFK era as our first time travel target and have also selected you as our potential first time traveler.”
Doctor Ewart’s instant slack-jawed facial appearance and lack of words for once, showed his amazement. Recognizing that he had the Doctor’s full attention, the President continued explaining the project.
“The staff working on this project has recommended you as the best overall candidate to be the person that goes back in time to correct history. You have the right theoretical background to understand what the political advisors of that time couldn’t understand and the right attitude to make it happen. You’re the man that I want to continue JFK’s legacy, to prevent the potential Dallas assignation, and to continue his administration through the problematic turmoil of the early sixties and to guide our following Presidents. I’m here today to offer you that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to not only see history being made but to correct history the way that it should have occurred if Lee Harvey Oswald hadn’t intervened. I’m also here to personally request your participation because you’re the best person for this assignment. We want you to go back into time to guide this nation and to be the principle architect behind the rest of JFK’s unfinished Presidency, as well as for the following second term that he should have won easily and to guide our country’s political future.”
Finally able to say anything, a somewhat startled Doctor Ewart mumbled in a quivering voice.
“How? How is it possible to send someone back into time? I don’t understand.”
The President shrugged his shoulders as part of the answer.
“I don’t know either. It’s a bunch of technical mumbo-jumbo which I don’t understand. I just know that our foremost scientists claim that it can be done with a somewhat amazing degree of accuracy in picking the exact date and as well as person. They just need to know where the target is going to be on a certain date and time so they can lock in on those coordinates. It’s an expensive and tricky procedure so we only have one opportunity to send someone back into time. We looked at the entire American History and settled on JFK only after a gut-wrenching decision between JFK and FDR’s early administration. We rationalized our decision by recognizing that World War II pulled American’s together and set us on our current technological direction which we needed. Also FDR will die from a natural death that can't be prevented by that era’s medicine. We selected JFK because we want to greatly improve where we currently are, not change it completely as we would do if we sent someone back to FDR’s time.”
Standing up and leaning over the President of the United States as if he was talking to a under graduate student with a far-fetched theory that needed to be busted, Doctor Ewart voice boomed as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing.
“And you want me to be that person….. that time traveler……. who goes back into the past and provides JFK with the guidance that he needs to avoid the assignation and to be the architect of his administration?”
The President cleared his throat and his voice sounded a little more hoarse than normal as he responded.
“It’s a little more complex than that. You see, you are chosen not only for your technical knowledge and personal believes, but also because you don’t have any next-of-kin. The person that we select, has to be a loner. It’s a one-way trip back in time so there’s no returning to this time after you complete your mission. And it’s impossible for the current you to exist back then. Our technology will only work through a method that we consider to be an osmosis process. You will be absorbed into a host body and consequently you will become that person for the rest of their life. We can’t send your physical body back in time, but we can send your memories, your thoughts and your basic essence back into the past. We’ll send you back in time and you’ll become that person of that era, living the rest of that person’s normal life.”
A stunned Marvin Ewart heavily collapsed back into his chair as the President’s words sunk into his overloaded brain. For several seconds, he silently sat, too stunned to move before he hesitantly asked.
“Who will be that host body for me? It has to be someone close, someone with easy access to the President, someone that has knowledge of the details of the different environments. It can only be Robert McNamara….. the Defense Secretary? Or someone with global knowledge. Perhaps Dean Russ ….. the Secretary of State? It won’t be Secretary of the Interior Udall because he isn’t in a position to obtain the real details nor to influence the President the way that he would need to be guided.”
The President’s voice dropped low to an almost whisper.
“No, we have decided that you have to have the necessary power to be able to direct JFK’s policies and to be able survive his strong will without competing with him. That means that you can only be one person with that much power. We want you to go back in time and to find some way so that no assassination occurs and so that you can live the rest of JFK’s life. You will become President John F. Kennedy about two years before he goes to Dallas.”
Chapter 2 - The Trip
A stunned Doctor Marvin Ewart could only stare at the President. If it had been anyone else sitting there describing this unbelievable scenario, Marvin would’ve walked out of the room. He didn’t believe what he was hearing but knew because it was the President of the United States explaining the scenario to him, that it had to have some degree of truth.
They wanted him to…. what was the word?…… osmosis into JFK’s body and to take over his body, his Presidency and most importantly….. take over his life. They wanted him to go from being an obscure Political theorist of today's time to being the most important man in the world of that year's time. They wanted him to prevent the Dallas assignation and to complete the pivotal governmental and social tasks started by the 35th President. They wanted him to become President John F. Kennedy.
Clinching his fist tightly to try to help him focus his concentration, the doctor's voice quaked slightly.
“Why me? JFK was a statesman…. a communicator…. a planner. All skills that I don’t have. I’m only a historian. Everyone knows that you don’t want to turn a country over to a historian because historians are better at hindsight than foresight and critiquing rather than directing.”
Pointing a finger at the Doctor's chest, the President went on the defensive as he began selling the Professor on accepting the challenge.
“You’ve been a teacher all of your life, so you’ve certainly got the communicator skills that you’ll need. As for the statesman and planner part of his life, we can spend a little time giving you additional insight into his life and career. And you were selected because you are a historian that specializes in this era and his political career so you already know everything about his life and that era. Because of your lifelong studying his history, you’ll have the knowledge to recognize the errors that he made and we expect that you will take the necessary action to correct those errors at the appropriate time. It will be just as you theoretically planned to do with your book, only now you’ll get to see the actual events unfold instead of just dream about them. By the time that we send you back in time to assume JFK’s life, you will have the necessary knowledge to role-play his life. We think that you are the best candidate for this critical mission.”
“If I agree to do this, when will this….. time travel take place? When will……”
“We want to get this started as soon as possible. We would like to ‘push’ you back to that selected time in about two weeks.”
“No, no, when will I go back…. when will I assume control of his life?”
“After several months of researching this topic by other experts, the optimal time appears to be March 1961, just two months after his inauguration.”. the President replied.
The Professor slumped slightly in his chair as if the selected date knocked the energy out of his body. Looking up at the ceiling as if there were words of wisdom written on the ceiling that only he could see, the Professor's voice sounded very faint.
“Just after his eloquent inaugural address but before his CIA Bay of Pigs cold war assistance to the anti-Communism forces in April 1961.”
“Correct. Even though the amphibious assault was planned by the CIA under the Eisenhower administration, the actual invasion was Kennedy’s decision; however, and he properly took the blame for its total failure. That fiasco provided the ammunition that the then-current Soviet leader Nikita Khruschev needed during the June 1961 talks in Vienna to greatly expand their control over more of the free world. As a result of Khruschev’s consequently greatly superior bargaining position, the Soviets almost gained total control over all western access routes to Berlin. Kennedy resisted the Soviet mandate and the communists built the Berlin wall which increased the Soviet-American hostility. Our recent review of the cold war period indicates that the Berlin Wall could’ve probably been prevented if only Kennedy had entered the Vienna discussions with a much stronger position. A JFK with stronger positioning could have ensured that Khruschev’s regime would’ve been much shorter and the eventual Soviet meltdown of the Eighties would’ve also probably occurred a few years earlier.”
A somewhat loud and now obviously excited Doctor Ewart rose to his feet as he continued the President’s train of thought. Pacing nervously along the edge of the wall, he stared down at the floor as he thought about the consequences being discussed by President Clinton.
“And if the Berlin Wall hadn’t been built, then Congress wouldn’t have approved Kennedy’s request for the greatly increased appropriations for defense spending. And if we hadn’t invested so heavily in defense in the early sixties, we wouldn’t be in the budget deficit that we’re currently experiencing. We would have a much smaller government and a balanced budget.”
A beaming President nodded.
“Correct. We came to the same conclusion. That’s why we chose JFK as being the best person to replace and that particular time to replace him. Once that decision was reached, then we had to find someone that had enough knowledge of that era’s political structure that could pull off the drastic changes that we required. It finally boiled down to only two people in the whole world,…. you and Janice Pennington, the young lady whom you met a couple of minutes ago. She’s young, but she’s one of the world’s foremost historians on JFK. She has enough in-depth knowledge of his life to be able to convince even his mother and wife that she would be the real thing if we had selected her to take JFK’s place. However she doesn’t personally agree with a lot of the political decisions that he made. Decisions that we think would reduce her effectiveness, if she was to allow her personal opinions to influence her decision making. So we searched for someone with the correct political viewpoints and came up with you. Your viewpoints are documented and in line with the desired results. We can teach you the few little personal details that you need to know, to be able to get through the first couple of weeks, which will be the hardest part of the project.”
“How does this transfer work?”
The President lifted his hands high, palms up as if he was getting ready to describe something that he really didn’t understand.
“I wish that I could give you the details, but it’s so damn technical that even the designers don’t know for sure how it works. For all practical purposes, you’ll lay down on a metal table and go to sleep while they fuss with some electronic dials while they dial in a geographic location and date/time on the equipment. You’ll wake up in his body on that date and from that moment on….. you’re him. You’ll have all his physical problems…. you know, the bad back….. because it’s his body. You’ll have to adjust to being married to Jacqueline and being the proud father of little Caroline and John-boy. According to Miss Pennington, at that time JFK and Jackie are somewhat happy although JFK is seeing some women on the side. So we expect that you’ll ensure that no martial crisis’s disrupt his future political future. Use my personal problems as the reason why you should keep JFK’s cock under control. Now for the million dollar question, will you accept our proposition?”
In any sales job, there comes a moment when the salesman has to ask the 'cash question' that seals the sale, then shut up. The President intertwined his fingers and leaned back in his chair as he patiently waited for the Doctor to make a decision.
After several long seconds of silence where neither of them was saying anything because the first person to speak after the 'cash question' was asked is usually the person that lost, Doctor Marvin Ewart's voice sounded very weak as he finally answered.
"Yes."
******
The next two weeks were extremely busy. The moment after Marvin accepted the proposal and shook the President’s hand to commit to the time-travel project, a team of experts headed by Janice Pennington began to instruct Marvin in the thousands of minor details that he would have to know when he returned to the past.
Not only would he have to know all of the minor details of JFK’s life, but also the details pertaining to that time period. He would have to re-learn the words, the phrases, and the lifestyles of the sixties, while forgetting the words, the phrases and the changes of the seventies, eighties and nineties. Concepts such as PC, cable television, Donkey Kong and liposuction would have to be forgotten. Instead he had to think of that era’s equivalent which would be the mechanical calculator, the antenna, and dieting.
He would have to learn to deal with an America that was still segregated and the race riots of the sixties would be a major problem that his administration, as JFK, would have to resolve.
He would have to deal with the Vietnam War and subsequent protests.
He would have to learn to wear dark suits and white shirts.
He would have to remember that America was in a "Cold War" with the Communist nations and that building home bomb shelters was a high priority for a lot of Americans.
He would have to adjust to an America that permitted smoking in public buildings, an America where men slicked their hair back with “Wildroot Cream Oil” and women with fluffed-out hairstyles wearing pedal pushers slacks with their pearl necklaces.
He would have to adapt to the liberal sexual attitude of the sixties when America had no concept of Aids.
He would have to remember to get a "church key" to open beer cans which would be years from having a pop top opening.
He would have to be satisfied with watching only three channels on the cable-less black and white television set which wouldn't have a remote control and there would be nights when he, as JFK, would be the cause of those most dreaded words of the sixties - “Mom, the President’s on television again.”
While the Professor knew about the politics, he had mostly concentrated upon the theories and not the actual people behind the theories of that time. He had to learn all of the President’s men, their names, their biographies, and their position within his administration. Janice's team of experts set up a series of slide shows where they flipped ever-changing pictures up on a screen, requiring him to provide instant identification of all of the pictures.
Quickly, Marvin learned to identify J. Edward Day who served in JFK’s cabinet as the Postmaster General from 1961-63; and the Secretary of Health, Education, and Welfare - Abraham A. Ribicoff who served from 1961-62; as well as other major people that JFK would have known.
To familiarize him with his new home, he was given an in-depth tour of the White House and quizzed upon the layout until he knew every room and every corner of the large mansion.
They brought in a handwriting specialist, whose job was to train Marvin to sign JFK’s name exactly as JFK signed his name and to learn how to scribble a script that appeared similar to JFK’s handwriting. He was allowed to keep notes during his training, but after the initial handwriting sessions, he was required to constantly do his best to forge Kennedy’s handwriting and to sign every training note, which the handwriting specialist immediately critiqued.
The experts didn't address him as Marvin, but constantly called him “John” or “President Kennedy” so that he became used to the sound of his new name and title.
They brought in a doctor to discuss JFK’s physical illness and to discuss the 1960’s methods to treat those illnesses. They brought in a football player to teach Marvin how to play sandlot football for those times when the Kennedy family played sports at family events.
They flew Marvin for a one day trip to Massachusetts to see the family homes, to see the country where the young John grew up. They flew Marvin to a navy base where he spent a day learning about the Navy and about PT boats.
They dragged an almost worn-out Marvin through the halls of Congress, discussing the different politicians of that area and ensuring that he knew their various strengths and weaknesses.
They had Professor Ewart sit through thousands of slides as they showed pictures of President Kennedy’s family life - of JFK, Jackie, Caroline, Bobby and the whole Kennedy clan. They showed him pictures of the people that he would have to know through his administration — of Lyndon Johnson, Henry Cabot Lodge, Richard Nixon, Dwight Eisenhower, Fidel Castro and Nikita Khruschev.
They showed him pictures of people that he would also know because of his social position — Frank Sinatra, John Wayne, Jimmy Durante, Jane Russell, Dean Martin, Marilyn Monroe, Sammy Davis, Jr., Ed Sullivan, Mae West, Tuesday Weld, Patti Page, Howdy Doody, Bret Maverick, Perry Como, Elvis Presley, Mickey Mantle and Bob Hope.
They showed him several of the places where JFK had lived, worked, or slept.
They told him about JFK’s roaming bedroom habits and his constant flirting with danger as he used his handsome, elegant, and articulate personality to bed some of the most beautiful women in the world, while hiding his very frequent liaisons from Jackie.
The most difficult part of his training was teaching him to speak so that he had JFK’s speech patterns and vocal inflections. His voice wouldn’t be a problem after he was JFK so their training concentrated upon the phrasing and accent. They brought in a speech therapist to help Marvin as he spent hours listening and trying to emulate JFK’s Boston accent and distinctive speech patterns. The speech therapist became a constant companion, listening to every word that Marvin uttered, as the therapist trained him to imitate the former President’s accent and vocal patterns. Marvin tried to change his voice to sound like the President’s voice, but they reminded him that would be unnecessary after the blending and that he should concentrate more on adding the accent to his words.
They showed him confidential documents during that period, giving him the same Presidential insights that JFK would’ve had. They brought in researchers who discussed JFK's major political enemies — Richard Nixon, Nikita Khruschev and Lyndon Johnson. Yes, even JFK’s own vice President was considered to be an potential enemy to JFK. They showed him confidential records that were never revealed as part of the Warren Commission report into the JFK assignation so that he could try to prevent it.
The Warren Commission report made several changes in subsequent Presidential security that he would have to find some way to implement prior to the assignation attempt. Because Marvin's version of JFK would change history with the Bay of Pigs invasion, there was a strong potential that there wouldn’t be an assassination attempt. But there was also a strong potential that if it didn’t occur at Dallas, that it would probably occur somewhere else. So one of his first priorities would be to find some way to obtain higher security procedures without being considered a “scaredy-cat”. The security procedures of the sixties to protect the President weren’t too advanced from the procedures developed almost fifty years before.
By the end of the two weeks, Marvin had been bombarded with so much data on the former president’s life and that time period, that he was extremely eager to go ahead and get it out of the way. He didn’t even glance at the paperwork that a lawyer shoved in front of him, which would take care of some minor details left undone by the rapidly approaching demise of the person known as Doctor Marvin Ewart.
During the two weeks of intensive training, Marvin had grown very fond of the beautiful and intelligent Janice Pennington. She had been at his side almost constantly, adding her interpretation to the facts based upon her life-long knowledge of the former President. He knew that she was very disappointed that she wasn’t the chosen one for this mission, but she accepted that decision with the professional grace that Marvin had come to expect from her. He did learn one secret — she was actually forty-two years old and had listened to President Kennedy’s famous words “Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country” when she was a first grade student at a school just outside Washington. Those words were the turning point of her young life and the reason that she entered her particular study field. Marvin promised her that he, as JFK, would visit the school and somehow arrange a photo opportunity with that time’s first grade version of Janice of that era.
Marvin put off the details of his last day in the present time until almost the last day. He only knew that he would be driven to a secret site, accompanied only by Janice. After he undressed, he would lay naked on a steel table while they gave him a series of local anesthetized shots. Then they would drill a hole through his skull and insert a probe into his brain. A similar probe would also be inserted into one of his testicles. That didn’t sound so bad until the doctor told him that they would also have to pop one of his eyes out of the eye socket to attach some electronic equipment to the optical nerves. He had to be conscious during the whole procedure so Marvin wasn’t too interested in the last day details, preferring to spend as much time as possible preparing himself for the ultimate adventure.
Daily he was examined by a psychologist to determine his mental state and to prepare him for the sudden migration into his new body. After all he was going from being a single middle-age teacher to being a handsome young President who had an active family life. He had to be able to handle the strain and stress of the osmosis into the new body from day one. And there would be no one back there to help him, to understand what had happened to him or to guide him. He would have to recognize his own problems and obtain appropriate treatment without divulging the real reason for his stress.
He did know the date of the transfer. It had been carefully determined through an intensive study of existing White House records. It would take him back to March 14, 1961 — a Friday night. The scientists had fine-tuned their instruments aiming for the President’s bedroom for that particular night. No other night would suffice because of the events that had to be re-directed.
That particular date was chosen because Jackie was away visiting her relatives that weekend with the kids and JFK was the sole occupant of the White House Presidential bedroom. This would also give Marvin, as the new JFK, the rest of the weekend to get used to his new body and identity before Jackie came back home.
It would give him a couple of weeks to work out the details of the Bay of Pigs Invasion and to separate his presidency from that fiasco, laying the blame on the CIA leadership that JFK really inherited from President Eisenhower.
Meanwhile he could have Military Intelligence looking at the Soviet countries, collecting the information that he now knew existed then, but which the military failed to timely collect for the real JFK. He would attend the Vienna talks with a briefcase of data supporting the problems within the Soviet government and walk away from the talks as the clear winner. There would be no Berlin Wall and the Soviet government would begin its slow demise a lot sooner.
The President’s wife, Jackie Kennedy, was obviously a very weak area of the plan. Marvin had to be able to convince the beautiful dark-haired President's wife that everything was completely normal with her husband after the osmosis. She was the person closest to the President who would probably be the one that would first notice any abnormal personality changes or memory lapses. She would be the one who had to be convinced at the social level and also at the very close-up intimate level of the bedroom, that it was really her husband in bed with her. She was the one that would lie naked next to him in bed talking about details that weren’t documented in any official government records. She was the one that would know how her real husband usually performed in bed and would notice any difference in his sexual performance or romantic ardor.
To plan for those moments, expert advice was given based upon research over the years with other lovers of JFK. The young Kennedy reportedly was a cocksman extraordinaire; someone that prided himself not only on his staying power, but also on his technique to satisfy his partner. They didn’t have adequate time to train Marvin in appropriately equipped workshops so they gave him simple advice on how to please a woman. Or so they said.
Marvin suspected the real reason for the theory training instead of the classroom training in sexual satisfaction was because of his own track record. After all, he had never been married and his last time in bed with a woman was almost sixteen years ago. And that experience was over in less than five minutes, then she had dressed, collected her money from the dresser and left not even knowing his name.
Before that one-time experience with the whore, his only other involvement had been a week long vacation with a middle-aged woman that he had met in a school library. She was stoutly built, about sixty pounds overweight, had large boobs that she liked to show off as well as some cleavage, had long dark stringy hair hanging halfway down her back and didn’t like to wear makeup. Her name was Mrs. Vernon. She told him that she was a recent widow and had gone back to school to keep her mind active and then had invited him to dinner. After dinner, she insisted that he escort her to her nearby rented room where she ravenously seduced him. Although there was twenty-five years difference in their ages so that he could have her son, she quickly stripped him naked and guided him to her bed where she explained and demonstrated all of the mysteries of sex to him.
It was strange making love to her because she knew what he liked and also taught him to like what she was doing to him. He didn’t go back to his dorm room that morning and because school was on a brief recess, he let her talk him into flying with down to a quiet little resort in Florida where they spent the week basking in the sun and making love at night. When they returned to school, he went back to his dorm room to change the clothes in his suitcase. Going back to her place, he was surprised to find that she had packed and moved out upon returning. She had left a note for him saying that there were too many years difference in their ages for them to have a serious romance and that he should find a young girlfriend.
He never saw the beautiful raven-haired Mrs. Vernon again although he used to dream about her and her very large breasts. He would have married her but knew that was something that she didn’t want.
After being with her for that one week, no other woman was able to interest him. For all practical purposes, he became impotent after that and he knew that they knew about it also. They knew everything else about him so they have to know that little tidbit of information.
******
Janice surprised him by offering to sleep with him the last night before the osmosis process. He suspected that she was doing it to help him prepare himself for the eventual sexual contact with Jackie, so he turned down her generous offer. Since his acceptance into the project, he and Janice had lived in the research facility, next door to each other. They worked the same hours, six a.m. to midnight every day. She sat in on almost every training seminar with him and participated in every aspect of his training.
The last evening, she canceled the last several topics on the schedule, declaring “if you don’t know it now, it’s not worth knowing.”
Then she whisked him into her small bedroom, where an intimate dinner for two was wheeled in on a portable table. They shared a small bottle of bubbly, being sure to cut Marvin off at least twelve hours before his surgical appointment. She wore a low-cut evening gown, exposing her adequate cleavage.
Smiling at him with her perfect teeth, Janice suggested that he reconsider her proposal.
“My offer to become your lover is based upon an ulterior motive. You’re the closest that I’ll ever come to winding up in bed with JFK. Are you sure that you won’t re-consider your answer?”
“Under other circumstances, I would be very proud to accept. However, because of my other training, I don’t want to feel that you’re doing this simply to help prepare me for my new life.”
She stood up, walked around the table and kissed him on the cheek as she whispered.
“I’m not doing this because I think that it’s something I think that you need to know. I’m doing this because it’s something very personal that I want to share with you. After we get finished with your medical processing tomorrow to send you back into time so that you are that Presidential Lothario, you’re going to have more pussy than you'll know how to handle, so I want to be the one of the very first pieces of ass that you’re going to get in your new life. My sixth sense is telling me that you are going to have a very active sex life.”
He let her pull him to his feet and back onto her bed.
******
The President personally knocking on the door to his furnished room awakened Marvin after his last night of getting sleep. Stumbling to the door, Marvin let President Clinton into his room, glad that he had the foresight to leave Janice’s room about three in the morning.
“Good morning. I would eat breakfast with you but understand that the doctor’s won’t permit you to eat or drink anything today. I came by to ask a big favor.”
The president had asked as he sat down on the small couch.
“If it’s possible, I’ll do it.”
“Good. After you've had a little time to get your feet on the ground and you have begun to feel comfortable with your new identity as President Kennedy, I want you to look out for my younger self. Over the last thirty years, I’ve accomplished a lot and screwed up a couple of times. I will appreciate you giving the younger me some warning advice without telling me too much about my future. I have to live my life, but I would’ve loved to live it without all the problems.”
******
May 15, 1999:
The cold steel table numbed his backside. Thanks to the various drugs injected into him, Marvin also couldn’t feel any pain throughout his naked body. Even when they slipped his left eyeball out of the socket and cut into the optic nerve. There was some mental discomfort when they shaved his head and begin drilling through the skull. It wasn’t so much the pain as the smell of the drill burning its way through the bone. But all of the procedures only took about twenty minutes after he laid on the table. The quickest procedure was when they cut the surgical opening in his groin and inserted a three-inch probe within the new cavity opening; then attached the probe to a matching probe they imbedded into his rectum.
When the doctor’s finished their preparation of his body and attachment of all of their mysterious surgical connections, they let Janice enter the room. She was dressed similar to the doctors in a antiseptic surgical gown, but from the way that her chest was jiggling as she crossed the room to stand beside him, he assumed that she wasn’t wearing a bra just to give him a very personal reminder of the wonderful night they had just spent together.
She held his hand and whispered as she stared at his one good eye, ignoring the small computer wires running into his other eye socket and shaved head. Looking into his good eye while trying to keep from showing the disgust that she felt from seeing all the wires attached to his body, she rubbed her gloved hand against his good cheek.
“They won’t let me kiss you — not even a little brush on your cheek.”
Marvin tried to smile but the anesthesia numbed his face so that he could only force something that was closer to a snarl rather than a smile. He mumbled a response to her joking comment through his numb lips.
“Too bad that you’re not going back with me to be my Jackie. We make a great team.”
She squeezed his hand, her eyes slightly damp, as she whispered back.
“I know that I could give any of those women back there a run for their money. Promise me that you won’t forget me when you wind up in bed some night with the beautiful Marilyn Monroe. She’s the only woman that I would find it difficult to compete against.”
He squeezed her hand, signaling that they had a deal, his voice dropping to a low whisper so that none of the nearby staff could overhear them. His whispered comment made her blush.
“There’s no way that her pussy can ever be as good as your pussy. Thank you for last night.”
Ignoring the doctor’s warning, she bent over and lightly brushed his ear with her lips as she whispered one last message.
“If you do to other women what you did to me last night, you’ll see a lot of other women’s underwear. Glad that I could give you some training in preparation for that wonderful new life that you’re going to have. If you and Jackie have another child after you change history by avoiding the Dallas assignation and the new child’s a girl, consider naming that new child Janice after me.”
******
March 14th, 1961:
Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold. Wind. Stuffy Air. Pain. Hot. Pain. Discomfort. Cold. Numbness.
Marvin drifted in and out of sleep, feeling a wide variety of dizzying sensations and feelings that gradually faded into the dreamy world of sleep. Then there was only that very fuzzy feeling where Marvin felt awake, but recognized that his body was still sleeping. But it wasn’t his body because it felt different somehow. Marvin was able to recognize through the sleep-induced haze that his new body was lying on its back, his new chest was lightly rising with the deep breathing, and his new mouth slightly open breathing softly while sleeping. He was enjoying that moment of light slumber, wanting to wake up and examine his new body, but enjoying the relaxation of the sleep.
Suddenly there was a knocking on the door that snapped Marvin out of the light sleep into a mostly awake dazed state. Before Marvin could say anything, the door unexpectedly opened, and a Marine Officer stepped boldly into the room, highlighted by the hallway light. The officer stared straight ahead, purposely not looking at the bed as the young officer declared in a formal tone of voice.
“Mr. President. Sorry to wake you, but your immediate attention is required in the briefing room.”
Still startled by the Officer’s unexpected entry into the bedroom combined with the realization that the time-travel and body osmosis had really worked, Marvin paused for a second to give himself time to think how to properly respond the way that Kennedy would have responded. But before he could say anything, a muffled voice from immediately beside him declared in a very familiar Bostonian accent.
“Ok. I’m awake and on my way.”
The military officer stepped back into the hallway, leaving the door open so that the hallway light cast its light into the dark bedroom. Marvin slowly turned his head toward the source of the too-familiar voice next to him in the bed. A cold chill flowed down his backbone as he stared at the easily recognizable profile of President John Kennedy highlighted by the dim hallway light as JFK sat up on the other side of the bed. Stunned by the image of the naked President getting out of bed, Marvin could only lie there immobile, afraid to move. The naked President picked a robe up from a chair, eased into the robe as he pushed a hand through his thick hair to somewhat brush it into a presentable appearance and casually walked out the bedroom door without looking back or saying anything.
The sound of the door shutting behind the President’s body jarred Marvin from his frozen position. By that time, his mind was whirling with simple statements like “the fucking bastards missed!!!!!” Confusion over the inaccurate body exchange into someone else's body had reduced his thinking ability and he was fighting the strong urge to scream at the top of his voice as he mentally fought to regain control of his composure.
Taking a deep breath, Marvin felt a unusual movement on his chest. Immediately his hands clasped the easily recognizable female breasts on his chest as his thinking pattern changed to a slightly different repeating pattern of mentally screaming “the fucking bastards missed!! It’s a woman’s body. I’m in Jackie’s body. the fucking bastards missed!!”
Sitting up quickly in the bed as he tightly still clasped the two obvious boobs protruding from his chest, he felt the unmistakable never-before experienced sensation of the female breasts shifting position as well as the strange sensation of a long mane of thick long hair falling gently upon his shoulders. Taking another deep breath, he allowed himself to whisper, hearing his words echo in the empty bedroom but in a woman’s obviously contralto voice as Marvin angrily whispered out loud.
“The fucking bastards missed!! The fucking bastards put me in Jackie’s body.”
Pushing the cover off the bed, he stumbled to his feet, feeling the naked breasts swinging from the sudden movement and jiggling freely as he walked. Feeling very disoriented from the unexpected combination of his new female body and the recent time travel, he aimed for the dim outline of the open bathroom door; knowing exactly where the bathroom was from his training on the White House layout.
Marvin used the bedroom wall to support himself as he stumbled toward the bathroom because his new legs were surprising weak as the terror of the unexpected situation caused every muscle to tremble almost uncontrollably. Somehow he made it inside the darkened bathroom without falling.
Inside the dark bathroom, he timidly stood in front of the bathroom sink, resting his hands on the sink, feeling the cold porcelain pressing firmly against his now flat groin. Still too scared to reach between his legs to confirm the very strong suspicion that he was now a woman, he temporarily satisfied his curiosity by pressing his flat groin against the cold porcelain and almost groaned when there wasn’t the feel of any hot-dog-like shape between his groin and the sink.
Staring at the dark mirror, afraid to reach out and turn on the light; he was afraid that with the light turned on that he would see the ultimate proof reflected back in the mirror that the scientists had missed the real target and had placed him in the President’s wife’s body.
He knew that he had to now be the raven-haired beautiful Jackie Kennedy.
How could he change the course of history in her body? She was just a woman. She was just the President’s wife and had more influence over JFK’s breakfast than over his political policies.
How could he live the rest of his life as Mrs. JFK?
How could he quickly learn the appropriate female skills to take care of her womanly body so that he could undeniably instantly and constantly convince JFK that he was really Jackie?
How could he spend the rest of his life being the mother of Carolyn and John-John; not to even think about the potential of having future children as a result of now he was going to have to frequently have sex with the President?
Agggghhhhhhh!!! How the shit could this happen?
He stood in front of the mirror, unable to see the woman’s body that he had only been able to feel so far because of the darkness within the bedroom suite. He was hoping that it had only been an extremely weird dream, hoping that he was still dreaming at that moment and that he hadn’t been completely processed yet by those fucking scientists.
For at least ten seconds, Marvin stood there silently debating with himself about turning on the bathroom light; but being afraid to ultimately see the truth in the bright light. If he hadn’t felt a strong urge to pee beginning to put too much pressure upon his new body's bladder, he would probably have stood naked in the dark bathroom for a long time. Recognizing that he was going to have to do something before he regretfully peed on his new body and had it dripping down his legs, he fumbled along the wall, until the light switch was found.
He shut his eyes and turned on the bathroom light, almost jumping when the bright light invaded even the closed eyes, again feeling the unmistakable jiggle of the female boobs bouncing as his new woman’s body’s upper chest shifted slightly from his slight movements.
After five seconds of allowing his still-closed new eyes to slowly adjust to the bathroom light, Marvin finally opened both eyes as he stared into the mirror at his beautiful new face.
He had been right about his new feminine gender; thanks to the sensual clues of feeling the breasts jiggling with any movement of his new body, the feel of the breasts that he had cupped so firmly to confirm their shape as well as attachment to his chest and the absence of a dick dangling between his legs. That very familiar face and well-defined woman’s body that he saw reflected in the mirror confirmed to him, that he was now a woman and for the rest of her life was going to be a woman.
Reflected back at him was the easily recognizable female face of one of the most famous women of the 1960’s. The unique beautiful woman’s face that he had seen in so many pictures over the years that he knew from years of seeing her photographs. The perfect pretty face framed by the fluffed hairstyle that looked gorgeous even with the thick mane of mussed-up hair. It was the female face that was idolized and desired by all of American’s men and taped to most soldier’s wall lockers of this early sixties era. It was the beautiful face that belonged to the most desired female body of the decade. The body, the face, the golden-blonde hair, and the personality that was the number one International sex star of the decade.
A light groan escaped Marvin’s new lips as his new female voice murmured his undesirable predicament. Looking into the mirror as his small feminine hand gently touched the new lips and cheek, he stared at the beautiful red lips and sexy eyes that he had seen so many times on the movie screens. He was a woman now but he certainly wasn’t Jackie Kennedy. As his new hand drifted down to touch the tits that were now his tits, he groaned as he recognized his new identity.
“Did those fucking bastards miss or did they fucking miss? I’m in Marilyn Monroe’s body.”
Chapter 3 - A minor change in plans
Marvin immediately turned the bathroom light off because of the intense mental trauma that he felt from looking at his new woman's body and reflected familiar woman’s face that positively identified him as now being Marilyn Monroe. Instead of being JFK or even Jackie Kennedy, he was now trapped forever in the fantastic woman’s body of one of JFK’s many girlfriends.
He stood motionless in the dark bathroom as he tried to make sense of the unbelievable facts that he had learned in the last two minutes. His new woman's body was feeling weak and shaking slightly from the mental shock of unexpectedly being transformed into the famous movie star's female body.
After several seconds of confused jumbled thoughts about his unexpected predicament, he felt a warm wet feeling dripping down his leg and recognized it as being pee oozing down the leg from where he had forgotten to pee and the terrified bladder muscles couldn’t hold it any longer.
Flipping the bathroom light back on, he stepped in front of the commode as he grabbed himself between the legs, trying to find something to squeeze to use to aim the pee which he couldn't hold back any longer. He stood in front of the commode, unable to hold it back much longer, finally recognizing that his new body didn’t have the physical capability any more so that he could easily hit the commode standing up from almost any angle. As he spun around to back up toward the commode instead of facing it, he felt more warm wetness oozing down his legs. He quickly sat down on the commode, feeling instant relief as his new trembling body hunkered into the mandatory squat position that women have to use to pee.
Sitting on the commode and finally feeling some physical relief because his full bladder wasn’t requiring so much of his mental capability, Marvin began trying to sort the facts as he tried to think logically.
He sure as hell wasn’t in JFK’s male body but instead was in Marilyn Monroe’s very definite female body.
The fucking bastard scientists had selected a date and place when Jackie and the kids were definitely out of town so that JFK was supposed to be the only person in the President's bedroom and therefore would be the only body within the target range at the target time.
But looking down at the new tits jutting out from his new chest and seeing the pussy between his spread legs as he sat on the commode, Marvin had conclusive proof that the researchers had royally screwed up.
Marvin’s new body and identity as Marilyn was ample proof that JFK had secretly sneaked the sexy blonde bombshell into his White House bedroom which had put a second, unexpected body also within the target zone. The scientists had aimed their device by date, time, and location expecting to only have one body in the Presidential bed at that explicit date and time. But because of the undocumented female visitor sharing the bed with JFK within the target range, it had became a 50/50 chance that Marvin could have wound up in either body.
Groaning out loud as he recalled Marilyn’s troubled last few years of life, Marvin quickly deduced that he had been cast into a body with a lot of serious problems that were now his problems. Problems that he would have to deal with now instead of dealing with the political problems of JFK’s administration. Instead of debating Khrushchev at the United Nations, his life had changed so that instead he would now be fucking JFK, Robert Kennedy, Frank Sinatra, and every other lover that the real Marilyn had taken to her bedroom during the last few years of her life.
Closing his eyes and trying to recall all of the facts about her life that he only vaguely remembered, he felt a cold chill go down his spine as the memory of her untimely death a few years from that day added to his confusion.
He shook his head in anguish and felt her long golden hair swish around his bare shoulders, teasing his new bare shoulders. Mumbling to himself out loud, he heard Marilyn’s soft voice with the JFK’s Boston accent that he had been trained to use as he spoke out loud to try to make sense of the crazy situation.
“I could've made this a much better America as JFK. Shit, I might have even been able to do it, if I had wound up in Jackie's body. As the President's wife, I could have found some way to stop the Dallas trip and maybe even changed the Bay of Pigs, but how the hell can I convince JFK that he should listen to me now? I'm just a woman that he fucked a couple of times before he turned her over to his younger brother. He wouldn't let a dizzy blonde sexpot movie star influence his major political decisions. He wouldn't believe or trust her judgment except in the bedroom.”
Nervously clinching his hands into tightly balled fists until the long sharp fingernails digging into the palms forced him out of his mental self-pity back to logically trying to think about the situation, Marvin began recalling the important facts that he remembered about the movie star's short lifetime. If the fucking scientists got him back to the right date, it was March 14th, 1961 and Marilyn Monroe was scheduled to die on August 5, 1962 from a supposed drug overdose.
Suicide or murder? Marvin knew that he wouldn’t commit suicide even if he felt as miserable as he felt now but if she was doomed to eventually be murdered on that date, how could he prevent that strange twist of fate?
Feeling a strong need to pace the floor as he tried to make sense of his unexpected predicament, Marvin stood up quickly. The icky sticky feel of the damp area between his legs momentary pulled Marvin out of his totally confused mental state and reminded him that a little personal hygiene was needed. For a moment, his attention was diverted to figuring out the best way to take care of those last few drops that were always there after peeing. The lifetime habit of shaking his penis to shake the last few drops away, certainly wouldn't work with this very different woman’s body.
Marvin paused as he tried to figure out some way to clean the damp pubic hair, then he grabbed a handful of toilet paper. Wiping between the legs as if it was something that he had been doing everyday, he stared at the famed dark-golden mound of pubic hair between his new womanly legs. It was the same golden hair-covered mound that he had frequently fantasized about when he had been a young man. He was looking at the most sought-after piece of pussy in this time’s world and it now belonged to him.
The matted pubic hair was coated with what appeared to be dried cum. Seeing the traces of the recent sex reminded him that he was going to have to adapt to major lifestyle changes that his trainers had never expected. They had taught him how to have sex as the President, not how to have sex with the President.
Hurriedly drying his new pussy and legs with the toilet paper, he rushed back out into the bedroom and turned on the large overhead lights as he tried to figure out what to do next. Some of Janice's words during the training began pounding through his memory repeating over and over.
"We don't know if the osmosis time travel theory is really going to work or not because you're going to be the first actual test. So once they throw that lever to send you back in time, you're either a dead man or you're going to become that targeted someone else. If you survive the osmosis process, then you're going to have to quickly adapt to your new body and to become that person. The osmosis process should destroy your host's brain so that the real JFK’s brain instantly dies, giving you absolute control of his body. From the moment that you open your new eyes, you have to quickly adapt to your new body and the situation that you're in. You’ll feel strange at first….”
He laughed out loud at that memory. If only Janice was there to see how really strange he was feeling at that moment with the tits jiggling as he walked nervously around the Presidential bed. Fucking bastard scientists. Letting his mind drift back to her instruction, he continued repeating her training mentally.
“….strange at first but you have to instantaneously become JFK because to the rest of that time's world, you are JFK. If you're alone when you awaken in his body, give yourself five minutes to examine your new face and younger body then tell yourself that 'it is time to go to work' and move on to do whatever JFK was probably doing at that moment; which is probably going to be sleeping because of the hour. You'll be in that new body for the rest of his life and you'll have ample opportunity to more fully examine his body later at your leisure. So do a quick exam then go to work. It'll make the transformation easier."
Recalling those words helped Marvin to shake off some of the confusion that he was feeling. Janice's advice on adapting to a new body still generally applied, even if it was Marilyn Monroe's body instead of the planned body. Holding his head high and tightening his chin with determination, he heard Marilyn’s voice as he talked out loud to boost his confidence.
"I'm going to give myself five minutes to look at my new female body and then I'm going to get to work and I’m going to do my damnest to do the task that I said that I would do. I'm now Marilyn Monroe, the world famous movie star and I'm expected to be sleeping in the President's bed. When he comes back from this crisis, I'm going to do whatever……"
Marvin took a deep breath and tightly clinched his fists as he steeled himself to commit to a course of action. Slowing letting the deep breath out, Marvin continued his mental pledge.
"……WHATEVER IT TAKES. Yes, I will do whatever it takes to complete my mission. I will become Marilyn Monroe and use her woman’s body to convince JFK to make the necessary changes in his Presidential policies and actions. I won't let this minor change in plans impact my mission to save JFK's life and to improve America. I will succeed because I will do whatever is necessary to become JFK's primary advisor. If necessary, I will convince him to divorce Jackie and to marry me."
Focusing straight ahead at a blank spot on the wall as he built a plan, Marvin began to feel some confidence for the first time that he might be able to pull this off. He didn’t know how he going to do it; but he knew that he had the determination and brains to accomplish his mission; even if he didn’t have the best body for the task.
Feeling somewhat buoyed by recognizing that a lot of the mental confusion had slightly disappeared when he had committed to adapting the overall plan to a new plan, he whispered out loud, hearing the familiar breathless voice that he remembered so well from her glitzy 'dumb sexy blonde' role in the "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" movie that he had seen a couple of hundred times when he had been a horny young man impressed by the glitz and glamour of her real life and on-screen roles. He heard her recognizable voice speak his words.
"Five minutes to examine my new body and then it's Showtime for the rest of my new life. Mister President, you're going to find a hell of a fantastic woman in your bed when you come back. A woman that knows as much about politics as you know. A woman who will become your new partner and personal advisor. I’m going to let you fuck me but I’m doing it because it’s going to be for the good of the nation."
Moving slowly toward the nearest mirror, which was mounted on top of a dresser, Marvin stared at his sultry new eyes which had thick fake eyelashes and makeup to enhance her appearance. He didn’t blink as he looked deep into her eyes, looking for his soul, trying to separate the real him from her body. He glided silently across the floor until he was standing a few feet in front of the mirror and Marvin could see a full size close-up reflection of his naked new female body.
Blinking once, he did a quick glance at the face to confirm that the face did belong to Marilyn. After all, there were a lot of Marilyn look-a-likes after her successful ten years as a major movie star.
The beautiful face that he saw, was the mature face that he remembered from her role in The Misfits; a dramatic movie that she had made with Clark Gable in 1961. It was clearly her well-known face that he saw in the mirror; one that he seen many times on the movie screen or plastered across some magazine page. It was the beautiful woman’s face that he and America in general, had fallen in love with during her first major role the 1953 movie "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" which established her as America's goddess.
It was the same beautiful face that had trilled Marvin as an adolescent when he had seen her creamy complexion filling the wide movie screen in the 1953 movie "How to Marry a Millionaire" and 1957's "The Prince and the Showgirl". He especially liked her goofy but sexy movie persona in the 1955 movie "The Seven Year Itch” where she had played the sexy next door neighbor who so overwhelmed the "Joe Average" character opposite her role. Her other movies, the 1959 "Some Like It Hot" and the 1956 "Bus Stop" secured her position as a major actress as well as sex goddess.
But the thing that had made her America's favorite Sex Symbol in Marvin's memory was a simple memory of her standing on a grate with her white skirt being blown up by air. That laughing, teasing look on her face and the sinful voyeuristic image of her hands barely preventing the blowing air from revealing her genitalia was a image that he used to remember at night within the darkened privacy of his bed. Everyone knew that she didn't wear panties and that photographic display locked her into being every red-blooded American male's ideal fantasy woman.
Staring at the reflected familiar woman's face that he was seeing in the mirror, Marvin confirmed that her well-known face was now his face. He would have easily recognized her face anywhere, even with her current mussed-up "after sex" matted mane of blonde hair, smeared mascara and pale lips that could use some fresh lipstick.
Staring at the full lips which didn't have any lipstick left after several hours of having been in bed with JFK , Marvin felt an embarrassed flush as he realized that the lipstick had probably been rubbed off by passionately kissing JFK's lips or by kissing an engorged another part of JFK's male body.
Accepting the reflected woman’s face as being the real thing, he began to carefully examine the rest of his new female body. The focus of his eyes drifted down from her face until his attention was converged upon the crowning glory of his shapely new woman’s body; the two breathtaking mammarys that were the fantasy of every pubescence teenage boy and envy of every flat-chested girl of that generation.
Her large tear-dropped shaped natural breasts were incredible, to say the least. They proudly stood out from his new woman’s body, jiggling naturally and swaying slightly as he moved to look at them from different reflected perspectives. They were bigger at the bottom than at the top and they pointed up, not like the silicone enhanced breasts that Marvin was more familiar with from the nineties-generation women who showed everything on the late-night pay-per-view channels. In this day of natural bodies, the shape and size of her tits were the standard upon which other women’s bodies were compared.
Her soft-looking body was nicely tanned with distinct tan lines on each of her shapely breasts. Each breast was capped with an large dark aureola. The contrast of the white skin made the brownish pink nipples stand out against the white expanse of her breasts. Each nipple was still slightly turgid and there were red splotches on the white skin where JFK had apparently been sucking on them within the last hour. Each of the large nipples was almost a quarter of an inch in diameter and over quarter of an inch long.
Marvin had never seen nipples that nice in his limited personal experience. Nothing that he had ever seen in movies or magazines, or dreamed of in his fantasies even came close to matching the beautiful twin mounds that now jiggled from his chest. He touched the soft skin, enjoying the dual sensation as he remembered his own flat male chest with its sparse coating of chest hair.
Tentatively he touched them, watching as the long fingernails of his new hand touched the soft sides of the breasts. He shut his eyes, letting his fingertips explore the soft flesh that so clearly defines womanhood. A soft warm tingle radiated from the mystical non-masculine extrusions on his new body as he let his equally soft feminine hands and fingertips gently explore the broad circumference of the soft flesh.
A new feeling was raging through Marvin; a strange but delightful feeling that he had never experienced before. With his eyes shut and new fingers cupping and squeezing the breasts, he felt a wanton spark of hunger to be touched. With his eyes shut, it was so easy to imagine that it was only a dream, that he was really back in his bedroom in his real time, and that he was fantasying again.
In his mind’s image, his thoughts wandered and he could see himself, the real Marvin, standing behind the naked movie star and cupping her breasts. With that image in his mind, he let his fingers explore and tweak the sensitive flesh, enjoying the mutual satisfaction of the mental daydream and very real warmth that his new female body was generating. As the daydreaming Marvin’s fingers roughly pulled on the real Marilyn’s luscious nipple, the unexpected sharp pain pulled Marvin back to reality as he gasped out loud from the sudden return to the reality of being in her body.
Somewhat stunned by the realistic daydream, Marvin shook his head to clear his thoughts, resulting in several more unexpected sensations. The rhythmic bounce of the creamy globes as they shifted on his new womanly chest was one of the most unusual feelings that Marvin had ever experienced. In addition to the unusual weighty feeling on his chest, the tender nipples were still sending a warm rush through his new body.
Staring at the reflection in the mirror, he cupped the breasts again, running the semi-sharp tip of a ruby-red fingernail against the turgid eraser-like nipple. He almost shuddered from the tingling sensation rushing from the sensitive nipples. He stared at the seductive image of his painted fingernails brushing the tips of the nipples, enjoying the varying sensations of the new breasts. Then he realized that the soft enjoyable burning sensation was also coming from between his legs.