Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 21:31:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcome to Salem

NOTE: This story is pure fantasy and doesn't reflect
the actual characters or actors on Days of Our Lives.
The show and characters are trademarks of and
copyright Corday Productions Inc., in association with
Columbia Pictures Television.



    I turned over on my back and indulged in one of
those luxurious full body stretches that feel so
wonderful first thing in the morning. I started to
open my eyes, but quickly clenched them together again
at the first assault of morning sunshine.

 What? Morning sunshine? The window in my dorm room
faces West! Right? Yeah, of course it does. How many
times have I had to close the blinds in the early
evening because the sun was in my eyes while I tried
to study? Dozens.

 Something wasn't right. I cautiously opened my eyes
again. Sure enough, the sun was shining directly on my
face. Had I slept through an entire day? Was the sun
setting already?

 I sat up and looked out through the window which was
letting in the offending sun. I should have been
looking at the distant clock on top of the music
building, but I wasn't. All I could see through the
window was sky.

 Slowly, the effects of sleep began to wear off and I
realized that everything around me was wrong. This
wasn't my dorm room at all! I wasn't lying in a single
size bed in a room the size of a walk in closet. I was
lying in what had to be a King sized bed, in a very
spacious bedroom filled with what looked like
expensive antique furniture.

 Where the hell was I? My mind raced to the night
before. Had I gotten drunk? Gone home with someone?
No. I remembered the night very clearly. I'd had
dinner with some of my friends from the dorm around
six, then gone to a study group at seven. I'd been
home a little after nine and had put in a couple of
hours of work on my essay for history class. After
that, I'd talked to a friend on the phone for awhile
and then had gone to sleep. I had an eight am class
the next morning. This morning, in fact. So where was
I? What was going on?

 I got slowly out of bed and noticed that I wasn't
even in my usual t-shirt and boxer shorts. I knew I'd
been dressed that way when I went to bed. Now I was
wearing grey sweat pants and no shirt at all. And...
wow. My chest and stomach looked really great! Not
that they usually don't look good, I keep in shape.
But they'd never looked this fantastic before. Was
that a hint of a six pack?

 I stumbled across to the window. Looking out where
campus should have been, I saw instead the green
expanse of a well kept lawn. Closer, almost directly
below my window, was an large swimming pool. Next to
that there was a small house. This wasn't right at
all? I felt panic slowly rising inside of my chest.

 I forced myself to breathe in and out for a few
minutes, calm, steady breaths. I had to keep myself
from going over the edge, here. There had to be a
logical reason for whatever was going on.

 A knock on a very solid looking door across the room
broke into my thoughts. I felt my throat tighten, as
if an unseen hand had suddenly gripped it and was
prepared to choke the life out of me. Who was on the
other side of that door? Did I ever dare to find out?

 "Who.." my voice cracked. I cleared my throat and
tried again. "Who is it?" That was strange, my voice
didn't sound right at all.

 "It's Henderson. Will you be taking breakfast this
morning?"

 Huh? "Breakfast?" I asked, again noting that my voice
was different.

 "Shall I tell Cook to prepare your usual?" the voice
on the other side of the door asked.

 "N-no. I'm not hungry," I answered, my mind racing.

 "Very good." There was no further sound. I waited for
a minute before slowly making my way to the door an
opening it.

 I was presented with a long hallway, with several
closed doors and even more expensive looking furniture
along the walls. There was something nagging the back
of my mind, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I'd
seen this before, though, I knew that. Somwhere.

 I was still standing there, gawking and trying to
figure out what the hell was going on when a woman
turned the corner and walked towards me. Her attention
was focused on some papers in her hand and I had a
chance to study her face unobserved for a few seconds.

 It.. couldn't be. Suddenly, the face and the hallway,
it all clicked. I knew where this place was, but it
was impossible!

 The woman was almost in front of me when she looked
up and noticed me. "Good morning, darling! Shouldn't
you be getting ready for school?"

 It was her. There was no doubt about it. Why was she
calling me darling, though? "Um. Good morning. Yeah,
school," I mumbled. A strange look crossed her face
and she reached out and touched my cheek softly.

 "Are you feeling okay?" I nodded and attempted a
smile before backing into the room where all this had
started and closing the door behind me.

 She seemed so real! When she'd touched my face I
could feel the smooth, cool skin of her hand. I could
smell her perfume. But it couldn't be, she didn't
really exist.

 I turned around, feeling the panic building again. As
I did so, I caught sight of myself in a mirror across
the room that I hadn't noticed before.

 Only, it wasn't me. It was a face I knew well, but it
wasn't my face. In the mirror stood Philip Kiriakis,
or at least the actor who played him on Days of Our
Lives. He was wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt.

 I slowly raised my hand to my forehead and watched as
Philip did the same in the mirror. I coughed lightly
and so did he. I squeezed my eyes closed, counted to
twenty, and opened them.

 Nothing had changed. I slowly sank to the floor, my
back against the door. Had I lost my mind? I'd been
watching Days of our Lives since I was a child. My
mother had watched it since she was a child. There was
no doubt in my mind that the woman in the hallway was
Kate Roberts. And, of course! The person who'd knocked
had called himself Henderson! The Kiriakis butler!
Plus, the hallway. That was a set that I'd seen on TV
many times over the years.

 But it wasn't a set now. It was real. And I was here.
Either I was dreaming the most vivid dream in the
history of the world, or I'd lost my mind. I couldn't
really be here. And why did I look like Philip? I'd
admired the actor who played the role since he'd
joined the cast. He was young, blond, and sexy as
hell. And the character was pretty decent, too. I
liked him.

 But he wasn't real. None of this was real. And yet,
it felt very real right now. I was sitting here, in
Philip Kiriakis's body, in his bedroom. His mother had
just spoken to me, called me darling.

 I stood up and looked in the mirror again. The
reflection was still the same. "Now what?" I asked
myself out loud. The voice, which wasn't my own, was
now at least recognizable. I'd heard it on TV many
times.

 Go with it. The thought seemed to come out of
nowhere, but it made some sense. If I'd lost my mind,
there was nothing I could do about it now. It was a
fait acompli. If I was dreaming, I might as well enjoy
the dream until I woke up, right? If Kate was real,
that meant that the other characters on the show would
be real, too. Like Shawn Brady! That thought brought a
smile to my face. Or Philip's face, depending on how
you looked at it. There were so many possibilities!

 This could turn out to be a very fun dream. I glanced
in the mirror again and realized just how sexy I
looked. I began to run my fingers across the bare,
smooth chest of the young God I'd suddenly become,
playing with the nipples until they hardened beneath
my fingers. Looking in the mirror, it was almost like
I was being given a free show by the beautiful blond
in the reflection. I felt a stirring between my legs
and saw the evidence of arousal clearly become
outlined against the fabric of the sweat pants.

 Yes, this was going to be a fun dream indeed, I
thought, as I pulled the front of my sweats out
slightly and got a good look at what Philip- at what
I!- was packing between his legs. In fact, if this was
a dream, I didn't want to wake up any time soon.



 To Be Continued??? If people are interested, I'll
write more. I have lots of ideas about where to take
the story, but I'm open to suggestions from anyone who
loves Days and the guys on it!!! Write to
chase_donovon@yahoo.com