A Picture is Worth 3000 Words

A picture is worth three thousand words

So.. This is a story that's hard to believe but it's crazy true and I can't believe it happened but let me explain. It all started with a trip to the city my dad was making. It's about a 2-hour drive so it's not one we make often. It was suppose to be just me and my Dad but once my friends found out they asked if they could join.

Maybe I'll start by introducing myself, I'm Alex Stevenson, I'm 18 and a fairly typical nerd. Average height, ok build, blondish hair, currently I live at home with my Dad, Joe Stevenson. My sister lives with my mom on the other side of town but she's not important to this story. My friends are Emily and Kyle, we met at school in the same grade. Kyle is my closest male friend, he's got brown hair, he's pretty skinny also, and will hit on anything that moves. Emily is a bit shorter than us but she likes to act like one of the guys. Up until recently I couldn't say much to her build as she usually wears pretty loose clothing. Emily has dark hair, light skin, and freckles. I've always kind of had a thing for her and I think she might have had a thing for both of us. Well, you'll see how it goes.

Once Emily and Kyle got wind that my Dad and I were going to the city, they insisted on coming with us. My Dad and I picked them up and started the drive on Saturday morning.

Kyle "So what do you need in the city Mr. Stevenson?"

Joe "There's a few speciality shops that have parts for cars I'm fixing up. They don't ship them so I have to get them myself."

Emily "Why were you going Alex?"

Me "I'm going to see if I can find a polaroid camera."

Kyle "Oh cool I've always wanted one of those."

Joe "I didn't even know they still made film for those but if Alex wants to spend his hard earned cash on that, well you can't put a price on memories."

Emily "I'm goanna look for an antique shop."

Kyle "I'm just going cause you guys are."

The trip there was pretty uneventful, aside from the odd car game between us. It wasn't long before we were in the heart of the city. My Dad drove us to the more touristy part with all the little shops.

Joe "Ok here you are, you should be able to find everything you're looking for around here. I'll be about an hour or two, give me a call with an address when you're done and I'll pick you up."

I nodded and off he went. The three of us found a few shops that were interesting but mostly overpriced. I guess that's what you get in the city. Kyle led us into a game store called "Dice and Mice" and we had a look around. It wasn't until I was at the back of the store that I noticed there was another store behind it. When we left, sure enough there was a sign that read "Antiques!" with an arrow pointed down the alley.

Emily looking at me "We might both be able to find something here!"

We approached the store with a generic sign "Antiques here!" Entering the shop Emily was right. Not only did they have some polaroid's but a whole section of them. Emily found a blue vintage sweater, and Kyle found a pocket knife. On the way out of the store the clerk asked me if I needed some film for the camera. I replied yes and he said "Ok that'll be 40 dollars for a pack of 10." At the time I was appalled and that's when he leaned over and looked me in the eye and noted, "This is very special film, a picture is worth a 1000 words but the pictures taken with this film is worth 3000." Kind of creped out I proceeded with the purchase if only to get out of there.

Once out of the shop I loaded the film and took a selfie of the three of us. The picture came out of the camera and looked... well like a regular polaroid. A bit pissed at the salesman we continued on and had a great day. We walked around exploring, seeing some sights and had lunch. It was a good day, until of coarse we had to get picked up. Not because we had to go home but because of what happened to Emily. We were in a fairly busy part of the city when we had to cross the street to get to the address I texted my Dad. We should have gone to the crosswalk but to save time we tried to cut across. Emily was first out on the street when out of nowhere a car hit her. Upon contact she flew back about 10 feet. Her skull cracked against the pavement.

It was pretty hard watching my friend die. And honestly, of a fairly sexy story, this is the least of it. (Don't worry just wait) We called 911, they arrested the guy, (turns out he was drunk) and after a very long day made it home. While I'd like to think that I had a hard time falling asleep after what had just happened, I was exhausted and more or less passed out.

The next morning, I woke up early, earlier than I usually do, just past 7am. My dream about the day before had woken me up and reminded me that one of my best friends was dead. That's when I pulled out the photos. First was a shot of us in front of the antiques stop. There she was, smiling and alive. The next was just a picture of a statue and after that, one of me and Kyle. The last was partly what I wanted to see and partly what haunted me. It was the last picture of Emily alive. It was a picture that Emily asked me to take of her on a bench with a bronze statue.

If only we had used the cross walk, if only she had looked longer before crossing. If I had been her I would have looked longer... I started to cry staring at the picture wishing I could have done something more... And that's when it started to happen, the polaroid started to glow. Just a little at first but then quite bright, then it quickly flashed like a camera.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself and Kyle, confused I looked around. I noticed I was on a bench next to a bronze statue, back in the city. Kyle and someone who looked just like me were standing 5 feet away having just taken my picture. I looked down and noticed I was wearing the blue vintage sweater Emily and bought. "WTF" I thought, "Am I Emily right now?" I had no idea what was going on but stood up to look at myself(?) in the store glass behind me. In came to view a semi transparent reflection of Emily. She moved as I moved, I raised my left hand and so did the reflection.

Alex "Are you ok there?"

Myself from a different time asked me a question and I had to respond. "Yep just checking out my new sweater." I didn't know it at the time but that picture had given me a second chance. A chance to be Emily and save her life.

Alex "Alright well we better make our way back to where we told my dad we'd be. Come on."

My former-self gestured towards a gap in the cars parked along side the street.

Me "Why don't we cross at a light or cross walk?"

Kyle "Sure"

I couldn't help but notice how easy that was. One simple suggestion just saved a girl's life. Sometimes we don't realize in the moment how big our decisions can be.

We walked to a light about 1 minute away, we crossed and walked back to the address. I didn't know this until later but once you travel through a photograph you become the person you focused on till the time you traveled from. It was less than a day away but at the time it filled my head with questions. "Am I just Emily forever now? What'll happen to me once it's tomorrow morning? If I become myself again will she remember this?" I thought this the whole trip home while playing the part of Emily.

It felt strange for my Dad to drop me off at Emily's house and take off with also me in the car. I went up the steps anyways and greeted her parents. We had met many times before so I knew them quite well. We had dinner and I told them I was going to my room for the night.

This is where the real fun began. I knew Emily had a better body than she showed. She always dressed in loose sweaters and baggy pants but now was my chance to see it all. I stood in front of her mirror and spoke to my refection. "I don't know if you're going to remember this at all but I think given the chance you'd do the same." I pulled off the blue sweater to reveal a white baggy t-shirt beneath. Slightly disappointed I proceeded further pulling off the t-shirt. Moving up the fabric I couldn't help but notice that her already pale skin was somehow even whiter underneath.

She wasn't fat by any measure but not supper skinny either. Shirt off revealed a nude colored bra and some nice boobs. C cup? D cup? I wasn't sure at the time but the bra wasn't staying. I reached around the back to unhook it but fumbled around for a bit. Eventually getting fed up I stretched it up over her boobs and over her head. I stared... hypnotised finally getting to see what I'd been picturing for so long. I pushed one up with my hand and let it fall. "Interesting..." I thought. Then I grabbed them with both hands and gave a squeeze. "Ohh that feels good." I said quietly. I looked down to see I was still wearing pants and let go of the boobs for a moment to take them off.

She definitely had a bush but it wasn't too long. I had read that the growing trend is to trim and not shave so I guess that's what Emily did. I sat down on the ground in front of the mirror and tilted it so I could see her pussy.

It was at this point I through about sending myself some pictures but decided that this was probably enough of an invasion of privacy.

I reached down and started playing with her folds. It felt so good playing with her pussy (mine for now), I now know why women rub them back and forth in porn video's. I looked at my face and was presently surprized to see Emily's face lustfully staring back at me. I then took my middle and ring ringers and stuffed them in. Electricity shot through her body as I looked back at her biting her lip in the mirror. So fucking hot. I moved them in and out slowly savoring every second of pleasure her pussy gave me. I let out a whimper at this point and covered my mouth trying to stay quiet so her parents wouldn't hear. In and out her fingers went filling this body up, I couldn't believe this is what girls felt. Faster and faster I pumped them holding my mouth to keep every sound in. Then I looked at myself in the mirror again and said "I want you Alex." Knowing this from her lips would send me over the top I came so fucking hard. Fingers near exhaustion from their task I shook and looked at around.

I looked at her refection in the mirror again, I knew at that point things between us would never be the same even if she never remembered, I had seen too much. I got up, wiped her juices off of myself, put on pajamas, and went to the bathroom before going to bed.

In contrast to the night before I had quite a difficult time going to sleep. Even though it was the same night, everything had changed. I had saved Emily's life, seen her naked, and even cum as her. I closed my eyes and fell asleep for the night.

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I awoke in my bed in my body a little bit past 7am again. This time instead of being woken up by bad dreams I was awoken by a sudden and splitting headache. It only lasted a few seconds but was very intense.

It wasn't long before I was thinking about everything that I did yesterday including being Emily. What was strange is I also remembered being me. I remembered having dinner with my Dad before going to bed. I think that the headache was my two memories being merged together, I'm still not 100% sure yet.

Panic struck when I got a video chat from Emily. "Did she remember? Did she know? If I don't answer will it seem suspicious?" All these ran through my head before I answered.

Emily "Hi Alex!"

Me "Hello?" I answered thinking "Maybe I'm off the hook?"

Emily "I'm having a hard time remembering what happened yesterday. Do you know what happened?"

I started to explain the day and she decided to come over instead so she could see the pictures. We sat down at the kitchen table where my dad who was long gone had left a note saying he'd be back before dinner.

I showed her the photo I took in front of the Antiques store, she said she remembered that. Then the one of the statue and the one of Kyle and I, she also remembered that. Finally, I pulled up the one of her on the bench with the statue.

Emily "Humm.. I remember posing but not actually having the picture be taken.

I explained that it wasn't long after that where we decided to head home, and there wasn't much to it. I could tell that at the time it was bugging her. She stared at the polaroid more and more. That was until it started to glow, brighter and brighter until a flash and Emily disappeared. The polaroid fluttered back to the table from where she was holding it.

I was in shock, I guessed that the magic was just for me but this made it clear, it's the polaroid. That's when the headache of new memories came. Emily had gone back to the picture like I had before, but without the knowledge that she'd be killed trying to cross the street and sure enough that's what happened. I checked my phone to confirm and sure enough there were condolence texts I had received over the night.

I looked down at the polaroid and took a closer look. Behind the bench was the store fronts that I had examined myself in as Emily. In the reflection was my former self taking the picture. I concentrated on myself looking at my pose, hair, shirt, and pants. It didn't take long before the picture started glowing and I was sent back again.

I woke up having just taken the picture and watched Emily get up from the bench. I couldn't tell if it was the Emily from Sunday or the Emily from Saturday. One theory would suggest that after she died again the day reset and this was present day Emily. Another would suggest that this is present day Emily trying to act normal or rationalizing that waking up Sunday was a dream.

Emily "Alright lets cross here to get back."

I practically leapt out to grab her hand as she started to walk out. It wasn't a second later that the drunk driver flew past where she would have been standing.

Emily looked shocked as anyone who almost died (again) should look. It was then I herd her whisper "Maybe that's why I don't remember today." I was about to confirm when Kyle came in.

Kyle "Holly shit! You almost fucking died!"

Emily "Yea... Wow... that was close.... Thank you Alex!"

Kyle "Dude you just saved Emily's life! That's awesome!"

Me "Yea, thanks. How about we go to the lights this time and make our way back."

We started walking with Kyle leading the way and Emily leaned over to me. "What did you mean by this time?" She said.

Me "You where just in my kitchen a few minuets ago weren't you?"

Emily's face changed from inquisitive to happy. "Yes! Thank god, I thought I was going crazy for a second there."

Me "Yes ok, I'll explain what's going on during the trip home.

When my dad arrived back to pick us up I let Kyle ride shotgun so Emily and I could chat in the back. I explained the whole story of how she died and how I managed to enter the polaroid. I might have left out what happened in front of her mirror tho... At first she didn't believe me but having almost died, and time traveled herself, made her believe. We made arrangements to meet in the morning again to experiment.

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Emily "So the first time you used the photo you became me?"

Me "Yes I didn't know anything would happen, it was quite unexpected! That said it was nice to be able to save your life."

Emily "So you've actually saved my life twice then?"

Me "I guess so? Ya."

Emily "So I guess that means you really like me." She said while laughing and smiling at me.

Me "You would have done the same."

Emily "If I could have, I would have... So did you have to spend the rest of the day as me?"

Me "Yes sleep and everything."

Emily "I wore jeans and a sweater that day and woke up in pajamas... You saw me naked didn't you?"

Me "Well, I had to pee and then it seemed like a good idea to change so it would be as normal as possible the next day."

Emily "I knew something was up that morning. Which I guess is still this morning as it's Sunday again. You know what I mean. So did you get a good look?"

Looking down somewhat ashamed I replied "Yes."

Emily "Good, because I would have done the same."

Me "Really?"

Emily "I mean how many chances does one have to do something crazy like that?"

Me "I mean, probably a ton more. I have 6 more unused polaroid's and the ones from yesterday."

Emily "Fuck it, lets go back again."

Me "Really? You sure?"

Emily "Yep get out that picture of me again. I'll be you, you be me again."

I agreed and got out the polaroid of Emily sitting on the bench. I showed her my reflection and we both concentrated on the picture. Only this time, nothing happened. It took me a few minuets but eventually I figured it out.

Me "It's like that guy said who sold me the film. A picture is worth 3000 words. Each polaroid can only be used 3 times! I used it the first time, then you the second, and me again the third."

This left us with a decision to make, go back to one of the earlier pictures from Saturday or take a new one. We decided to take a new one, wait an hour then travel. I snapped a picture of us in the bathroom mirror and we went to the couch to watch an hour long show.

We ended up only watching a half hour long show but I think Emily was as impatient as me. We sat down at the kitchen table again and held the photo together. I concentrated on Emily, and she concentrated on me.

Emily sat back almost immediately and said "This is crazy right? Like there's no way it's goanna work."

Me "It already worked, and you know it. Just give it a second more. Pick out details of my appearance."

We both leaned in and tried again. I looked at her in the mirror, baggy shirt, messy dark hair spilling over her face covering some of her freckles. It started to glow. The shirt, it was brown, dress shirt style but not the same fabric... Flash.

Emily looked at me standing there in her body and screamed. She jumped back but there wasn't that much room in the bathroom so she fell into the tub. I leaned over to help her up.

Me "Careful with my body there, I don't want a bunch of burses when we switch back."

Emily "Oh shit" She looked around but mostly at herself in the mirror "It really worked!" She looked at her arms "Man I feel strong!"

PS. I'm gonna say herself and myself and I'm going to be referring to the person regardless of the body their in.

It's true that Emily's body was weaker than mine, although I wouldn't say drastically.

Emily "What kind of shit can I pick up!" She proceeded to run around my house trying to pick up heavy objects. It wasn't until she found a box of books she could barely pick up did she call me over. "Try and pick up this box." Emily said. I tried to pick it up and while it might have been possible I didn't want to wreck her back. Emily remarked "Ha! I knew it. What else can I do as a guy?" She sat there and thought for a second. "I mean, I could buy a car and actually talk to the sales man but I guess that'd just be you buying a car."

Me "Yea and I don't really have that kind of money anyways."

Emily "Same."

I smiled as I watched her, she was like a kid on Christmas given so many toys she didn't know what to do with them. Emily deep in thought sat down on a chair to think. Then she looked down at her crotch "I have a dick!"

Me not surprised "Yep."

Emily "Lets take this thing for a go!" She then proceeded to pull down her pants and underwear. Out popped a growing penis. "How does it know when to get hard?"

Me laughing "It doesn't, it just does it a lot." More calmly I added "Well if we're getting naked.." I then started to strip down. I only paused when I noticed her looking at me nervously.

Me "You know I already know what you look like."

Emily "I mean... yea but it's different seeing it."

Me "You've already got me at full mast there, I don't want you to have all the fun."