Alt shift: High mind

 

Looking at me, at Caitlin "Bonbon" Sharp, it's hard to believe that behind this image of a sex- and pot-addicted bimbo is Jasper Cornosh, a forty-year-old professor with a wife and children. As a result of Altshift, I was forced to accept my new role as a high-class prostitute. I didn't believe a whit in the government's bullshit about hypnosis, but I didn't have much choice in the matter, just like anyone else. However, I could use this to test my theory: I believed that the mind is independent of the body, and no matter what body we're in, we're always the same. After a year in a body addicted to sex and pot, I had to change my stance. During that year, I had sex with 213 men and 35 women, and I had sex 354 times(many people wanted reruns), And for my body, that's still not enough. I love showing off my beautiful breasts and tempting men; the mere sight of their desire warms my heart, a far cry from the introvert who had trouble even with his wife.  

The only thing that suppresses these sexual urges is my second addiction: smoking weed. This helps reduce my sexual urges and suppresses memories of the pre-Alt Shift days, when I was in a different place.  Interestingly, apparently the original "Bonbon" (who found herself in the body of my pimp Anton Harding and, like me, doesn't believe in the hypnosis nonsense) wasn't as addicted; she had time to get to used of both things. In my case, I went into her body at the deep end and was overwhelmed by the new sensations, as a result of which I am even more addicted to it. And just like the original owner of this body, in addition to the fact that brain chemistry is different from mine due to substances and upbringing, and being a woman, it affected my behavior and even intelligence. Although I still generally have a professorial mind and am smarter than most of the population, but due to the effects of drugs, adrenaline and hormones during sex, much of my old knowledge has been sealed away. I still remember terms and most definitions, but some of it is hidden behind a fog, and it feels like it's on the tip of my tongue but I can't pinpoint what exactly.  Because I use sex and marijuana much more frequently than the body's original owner, theoretically there's a possibility they are incompatible and my organism want to remove them. Fortunately, Bonbon has my back, so the threat of inspection and conversion camps isn't significant. 

So, ultimately, I have to admit I was wrong, and my body has a profound influence on my mind and soul. I'm even writing a scholarly book on the subject, but I likely won't be able to publish it until many years later, when government control has eased, and probably under a nickname.