Shrike Messages: 8 Registered: January 2013 Location: Netherlands
Pushover A Whateley (fanfic) story. By Shrike<
This story is in (US) English, but it mostly is situated in the Netherlands. Several times the conversation is written in Dutch (my second native language), with the translation directly trailing it between straight brackets. I have done this because many readers will not understand the Dutch language, but I feel that the conversation in a country should be original as spoken in that country.
Cursing I walked with my trashed bicycle towards home. Someone on a moped had ran me of the road, making me crash into a tree. I had been able to leap of the bike and escaped injury, but my bike didn't survive the impact. I didn't even see who did it, but I had a pretty good idea who it was. Bram had been harassing me since I started going to High School. I really had no idea why he picked on me.
Finally I arrived home and Mom got on my case, "Marc, waarom ben je zo laat thuis? " [Marc, Why are you home so late?]
I really didn't want to go into that, so I made up an excuse and got sent to my room as punishment. She so didn't understand the troubles I had to deal with in school. I spent a little time working on my tablet, till she called me down for dinner. With just the two of us, it wasn't really sociable, Mom tried to get me to talk about school and I just evaded her questions as best I could.
The next day I had to take the bus to school, my bike was ruined and before I could get another one, I would have to save up some money first. Mom was upset with me about crashing my bike, but I didn't dare explain to her what really had happened. She so doesn't understand situations for High school persons. At least I wasn't being bothered by my personal bully while taking the bus. If only they wouldn't keep raising the prices on the ride. Sometimes I envied the school bus system in America. In my country we don't have those kind of things.
Getting into school was a task into itself, as I had to watch out for the bully and walk with my large bag of books into the school. I would have liked to take only a backpack to school, but my Mom insisted that I took my books in the old style bag, which looked more like a leather case than a bag.
It was very sturdy though, it had survived my father's schooldays and still didn't look too bad.
My luck ran out as soon as I got into the school building. My personal bully, Bram, was waiting for me. He smashed my bag out of my hands and shoved me up the stairs and through the hall towards the lockers where I had my locker. Some students were watching us, but didn't do anything, probably afraid that they would be next on the harassment list. Too bad there wasn't a teacher in sight. One of them might have stopped this abuse. Bram growled, "Jij moet maar eens een tijdje in jouw kast. Mischien laat ik je er vanmiddag wel weer uit." [You need to be inside your locker for a while. Maybe I'll let you out this afternoon.]
I protested vehemently, "Alsjeblieft, niet doen. Ik ben claustrofobisch!" [Please, don't do it. I'm claustrophobic!]
He only commented, "Jammer dan." [What a pity.] Then he proceeded stuffing me inside the locker.
I tried banging on the door, but didn't accomplish more than a knock, since the locker was so cramped that I didn't have any room to put power to my arm movement to bang on the door. This was creeping me out. I couldn't breathe and broke out in sweat. A memory of getting locked accidentally in a box crept into my mind and I relived the panic that I experienced so long ago. I started screaming, "La me er uit!" [Lemme out!]
There wasn't any reaction from outside of the locker and I panicked even more. Something happened inside my head and I got a killer headache from it. Then suddenly I pushed away everything around me and everything went black as I passed out.
Antonius Highschool in the Netherlands
A few minutes after the boy Mark had been stuffed in a locker by his bully Bram, something happened to the locker. In a fraction of a second, the locker exploded silently outwards with a force so great that it wasn't contained by the steel of the locker. The walls of the hallway were pushed back and the ceiling was blown upwards. A fraction of a second later, the silent blast pushed every wall and everything in between outwards beyond the structure of the school and the upper level of the building being the roof was blown upwards up to about 5 meters. The first floor ceiling was blasted downwards and it ended up as rubble on the ground. The first floor walls managed to stay upright, though they were badly damaged.
As the blast subsided, the roof came crashing downwards unto the rubble that was left of the second floor. Fortunately school hadn't started yet, and there weren't too many students caught inside the building. As the dust settled, the first screams of pain and anguish started. Quite a few persons were trapped beneath the rubble and a few were thrown out of the second floor and lay on the ground with various injuries.
Moments later the first sirens indicated that help was underway. First a couple of Police cars arrived, followed closely by Fire trucks and Ambulances. Chaos ensued as helpers tried to help people, but were unsure where to start. A Fire department chief took charge and organized the police to keep spectators away, and look for survivors further away from the demolished building. The firemen were tasked with finding survivors and arranging EMT's to assess the injuries. A passing doctor got drafted into performing triage and emergency surgery.
As time passed by, more Fire crews, police and medical personnel arrived to help out. The most critically injured got airlifted to nearby hospitals, people with minor injuries were collected and treated in a nearby gym. Just as Rescue crews found an unconscious naked androgynous person buried beneath some rubble, two black vans rolled onto the scene. Police initially stopped them, but after showing credentials they were allowed to enter the area. The EMT looking over the naked person found the person puzzling. It seemed to be hermaphroditic as it had a small penis, as well as small but definite breasts. The person didn't seem to be too injured, but didn't show signs of regaining consciousness.
Several men dressed in black exited the black vans and moved towards the EMT with the unconscious person. They showed an Identification to the EMT and took the young person between two beefy guys and disappeared into a van. Both vans tore out of the area and as they disappeared from view, a Fireman asked the EMT, "Wie waren die lui?" [Who were those guys?]
The short answer of the EMT was, "MCO!"
Somewhere in a secured facility
I woke up with a dizzy feeling and was confused. Where was I? Whatever it was I was laying on was very hard. The walls that I could see where plain black without any markings or things to focus on. I tried to get up, but my hands and feet were tied to whatever I was laying on. My mind was a bit fuzzy and I had to really focus on my thoughts to think clearly. 'Where am I?' I thought. 'Why am I tied to a hard table? Last thing I know was being stuck inside that locker.'
My mind began to clear a bit and I started to notice more things. Like the fact that I seemed to be completely naked. My head was tied to the table as well and I could only move it a little to each side, but not up. Then my feeling indicated that there was something on my chest, but wasn't I naked? I couldn't see, so I had to guess. Also something didn't seem right between my legs. My penis was still there I think but I couldn't feel it much. I started yelling, "Help. Alsjeblieft, help me, Ik moet naar de WC." [Help, please help me, I need to go to the toilet.]
I heard a door open but I didn't get a good look at the person entering the room. The door closed again and I couldn't even see where it had been. The person approached me out of sight and a rough male voice asked, "Tell us who you are and what you did at the school."
I was fluent in English, but I didn't want him to know that. "Ik begrijp je niet!" [I don't understand you!]
A rather unpleasant looking male face appeared above my head, "I know you can speak English. Answer me now! Who are you and what did you do at the school!"
I sighed, "Fine, my name is Marc Bandsma. I didn't do anything to the school. I was locked in a locker by a bully and then I blacked out. I'm claustrophobic you know."
The man spoke again, "You don't look like Marc Brandsma. In fact you don't look like a boy anymore. We think you caused all of it. You'll be charged with willful destruction of property and several counts of attempted manslaughter."
I thought, 'What? What happened? Wait, I'm not a boy anymore? What am I? What happened at the school? All I remember is getting a headache and blacking out.'
"Got nothing more to say, have you?" The man asked.
"Yes I do, I want to see a lawyer." I said.
"Too bad, stinkin mutiescum don't get to see a lawyer. We put them away directly." The man snarled at me.
"That is quite enough, Sergio." A new voice, female this time, sounded from where I guessed the door was.
"Come on, Gloria! I've barely begun with him, her, whatever." Sergio whined. Yes, he actually whined. The woman was probably his superior or something.
She must have motioned, because Sergio disappeared. The woman's face came into my field of vision and she was quite beautiful, if not for the scowl on her face.
For a moment I had a thought that I would get a better treatment, but now my hopes sank again.
She did untie me, so that I could sit up. That didn't do much for my confidence and sanity though. I looked myself over and nearly fainted. There was a flabbiness on my chest that looked like budding breasts. That couldn't be right could it? And my penis was a lot smaller. There was some kind of crease beneath it as well. 'Oh shit, are they turning me into a girl?'
Then I noticed that my hair was longer, it was brushing my shoulders. 'What the hell is happening here?'
The woman threw an overall at me, which I quickly donned. Then she spoke to me, "You're in a lot of trouble Marc. Why don't you just confess to what you did to the school!"
I was getting upset again. "I didn't do anything. I already told the other asswipe, I was stuffed inside a locker and I blacked out. I don't even know what happened at school. I don't even know where I am now and how I got here."
"Well, I think it's obvious that you're a mutant and that you destroyed your school."
'What? My school is destroyed? Wait, they think I'm a mutant?' "I didn't do anything. I can't be a mutant." I snarled at her.
"Oh but you are a mutant. The fact that you're turning into a girl is already prove of that." The woman simply stated.
"I don't believe you. Somehow you're doing this to me. Why are you turning me into a girl? I want to be a boy again. I want out of here and away from your stupid questions. Let me go!" I was yelling at the end.
The woman glowered at me, "You're not going anywhere. You're going to tell me what you did and how you did it."
"Ik wil naar huis!" [I want to go home] I yelled, before a weird sensation started in my head. Suddenly everything was moving away from me, even my overall was blown to shreds and I blacked out again.
Somewhere in the secured facility
The woman, whose name was Gloria Besson, suddenly felt something push against her and everything flew away from the boy/girl at great speed. She was thrown against the wall before it buckled and flew out against another wall. The second wall couldn't contain the blast as well and buckled. Only the third re-enforced wall held and Gloria slammed against the debris, losing her consciousness.
Alarms started blaring and people started crawling out from under the debris or running up to the affected area of destruction. Somehow the ceiling was re-enforced enough that it had held against the blast. It was buckled but still in one piece. One man had his foot crushed between walls, and another had an arm trapped. Most injuries were minor fortunately. Near the epicenter of the blast, the operative Gloria Besson was found unconscious and crumpled against a wall. At the epicenter, a naked androgynous person, who looked more like a girl than a boy, was found unconscious on the floor. She was taken to a different facility drugged into a coma and under guard.
Somewhere in another secured and armored facility
I came to my senses again feeling woozy and fuzzy. I was lying on a cold hard surface. 'Why am I lying on a cold hard surface?' I had trouble thinking, everything was out of focus. 'Where am I? Who am I? Why can't I think straight?' I had so many questions and needed answers.
"Hallo? Is daar iemand?" [Hello? Is someone there?] I asked out loud.
From a speaker that I couldn't see came the reply. "Welcome back to the real world. How are you feeling?"
I checked myself, other than the weird fuzzy feeling in my head I felt fine. A bit strange, like there was something not right with my body, but fine. "Okay I guess. Where am I? Who am I? Why am I here? Please tell me!"
"You're patient M. You're in this room because you are very dangerous. You blew up a school and an interrogation room."
I didn't even noticed that they spoke English instead of Dutch. I thought, 'I blew up a school? What happened, why can't I remember? What did they do to me? Oh no, what if I had killed people?' I was dumbfounded with even more questions now. I started crying softly. As I did that I sat up and noticed that my breasts were getting in the way. I was totally naked on the hard metal table. It didn't even bother me that much, I wondered why though.
For a quite some time I was left alone in my crying. No one bothered to speak to me, nor did anyone come by. After I was done crying, I felt hungry and thirsty. I spoke up, "I'm hungry and thirsty, can I have something please?"
"It is not safe to give you anything. Just lie down and sleep. We'll see if we can get you something later." Came the speaker voice again.
I was enraged and suddenly something clicked in my brain. I knew somehow that I could do something. I let go with all that I had and I pushed against everything in the room. Well, not pushed with my hands or something, but with some kind of invisible powerful force. The ceiling dented a little, but bounced back after my pushing force diminished.
The use of my power cleared my head though. I felt great and invigorated. Suddenly I remembered again, I was Marc Bandsma, a boy that was harassed in school by bullies. Then my current situation dawned on me. As I looked at my naked body, I felt a dread passing through me. 'Why am I looking like a girl?'
I screamed, "Nee!" and pushed outraged against everything around me. The metal table buckled beneath me and the walls of the room started to crack. The ceiling even lifted off a couple of centimeters as I released my fury in my pushing power. Somehow I knew that I had some kind of mutant pushing power. Pushing this hard with my power burned up my rage pretty well and I sank down on the ruined table totally exhausted. My head was pounding with a bad headache and I wanted to sleep.
I heard some hiss and looked up to see some gas being pumped into the room. Before I could do anything, like holding my breath or pushing with my new found power, I saw stars and blacked out again.
Somewhere in secure and armored bedroom in the facility
Coming too was a renewed experience, I felt really good. A bit fuzzy, but smiling at the good feeling. I even giggled. That woke me up a bit more. 'I giggled? But I'm a boy aren't I? Boys don't giggle.' Then I remembered, I'm changing into a girl. Somehow this didn't even bother me. I just giggled again. Waking up totally now, I noticed that I was dressed in sort of coverall and laying on a bed of some kind. A door opened and a woman came in. I looked at her, somehow recognizing her.
I has seen her before and hadn't she been interrogating me? 'Oh now I remember, she was relieving the annoying man. He called her Gloria. Gee, since when do I have such a good memory?' "Hallo, Gloria." I said a bit too cheerfully. 'Why did I feel so cheerful, maybe it was because I felt so good. There was something that I needed to remember, but it was too fuzzy for me to grasp it. But my memory was so good or was it?'
Gloria scowled at me, "Can it Miss Bandsma." She pronounced it wrong, it sounded like 'Bendsmae'.
But I didn't feel like correcting her. She continued, "That is twice you blew up a room, apart from the school. You're obviously very dangerous. I'll have no choice but to transfer you to one of our most secure testing facilities. They'll find out what makes you tick and if you survive, you'll be a much more compliant subject."
Suddenly the door opened again and a man appeared in the opening. "Miss Besson, I'm sorry to interrupt, but the mother of the kid is here. She has a signed document of the local justice department to take custody of her child."
Gloria Besson glowered at the man, "Stall her, we need more time to get this specimen out of here. I don't want to lose her to some ignorant parent that sets her loose on the unsuspecting outside world."
A familiar sounding voice came from behind the man, "You'll do no such thing. I'm taking my child back home and you're not stalling nor hindering me. I'll sue your asses off."
I saw my mom appear in the door opening. "Mam!" I cried.
"Marc? Ben jij dat?" [Marc? Is that you?] asked my mom.
"Ja, sorry dat ik er iets anders uitzie." [Yes, sorry that I look a bit different.] I replied to her.
Mom hastily got in the room and unbuckled my restraints. I hadn't even noticed the restraints in my stupor. As she helped me get from the bed, she glowered at Gloria, "There has been ample proof of MCO's abuse of helpless mutants that need help, instead of being treated as criminals."
Gloria glowered back at Mom, "Your child has destroyed one school with casualties and two rooms in an MCO facility. She's dangerous and should be locked up for her own good."
"That's not for you to decide. She is entitled to a fair hearing, not a persecution by an organization that is known for their mistreatment of human beings."
Gloria was even more enraged, "That is not a human being, it is mutant filth! Nothing more."
For a moment I thought Mom was going to slap her. "That's it, we're leaving. I dare you to stop us. You're already facing charges as is."
She guided me out of the room and quickly rushed me through corridors and halls. I barely registered where we were going. Of course I had never seen this building before and I was a bit out of it from the medication that I had been on.
While we were walking, well in my case more dragged, I noticed a glass wall. On the other side was a strange woman dragging a strange girl in a hospital gown along. I waved and immediately she waved back at me. 'That is odd, it was like a mirror. But I don't have long black hair past my shoulders. My hair was as they call it a dirty blond. Do I look like a girl now? I do have the beginning of breasts I noticed. But she was an attractive looking brunette. And that woman didn't look like Mom at all.'
I looked at Mom and for a moment her image shimmered, but then was Mom again. 'I'm sure that it is the drugs they gave me. How can it not be Mom! Only she would get me away from here, right?' Now I was starting to think of conspiracy theories myself. I giggled again, which was strange. After all I wasn't a girl, or so I thought.
We exited the building through a gated entrance, with some guards glowering at us. Hey, what can I say, my Mom rocks. She managed to get me out of there without any problems. I smiled at the guards and waved. They looked like they were about to draw their weapons at little old me. 'What am I thinking? Did I just thought of me as a little girl? That can't be right! Must be the drugs again.'
I didn't see our usual car waiting outside, she must have parked it somewhere else. Mom was dragging me to a corner of the building, where a dark blue van was waiting with its engine still running. I found it a bit strange, but didn't think anything of it. Mom however went straight for the van and wasn't surprised, like I was, when the side door slid open. A strange man stood there, "Everything went okay?" He asked.
"Sure," Mom replied.
I looked up at her and suddenly her image shifted from the familiar visage of my Mother to a strange woman. Wait, she looked like the woman I had seen in that mirror glass in the building. Before I could react or say anything, the man from the van sprayed something in my face and I blacked out again.
Somewhere in a moving van on the road
I woke up partially, or at least still groggy from whatever drugs was still in my system. With a detached mind, I looked around me. There was a man driving the car, another man sitting in the back doing something and a strange woman reading something from a laptop. They didn't notice that I had was conscious, well at least partially conscious. I wasn't up to doing anything, including thinking straight. I looked down at myself and noticed that I was wearing a pale pink dress. 'Why am I wearing a dress? Oh, I'm a girl. No, that isn't right, I am a boy. Or am I? Let me check, Long hair check. Breasts? Small but there check. Well, I must be a girl then. But I wasn't I think. What did they give me? Did they gave me mind altering drugs? Why did I think I had been a boy? Why am I thinking so slowly and fuzzy.'
There was a bump in the road or something and I shot up a few feet, coming down I bumped my head against the side of the van. The resulting pain of hitting my head woke me up more and suddenly I knew everything that had happened. I had been a boy, somehow I was turning into a girl and these people in the van had dressed me as a girl. They were kidnapping me!
I was enraged and very angry all of a sudden. I pushed out with all my might, but this time managed to keep my clothes on. The van couldn't withstand my power and literally exploded on the road.
Suddenly I was sitting on a seat on a bare strip of metal with wheels attached. It was still moving on a road, but I saw a turn coming up towards an exit with a mall close by.
I couldn't steer or break the remains of the demolished vehicle, so for a moment I panicked. Then it occurred to me, I had a mutant power that involved pushing. I pushed outwards as hard as I could and the remnants of the van slowed down considerably. On the other side of the road, several cars skidded of the road and trees and signs on my side were blown over by my power.
As the wreckage of the van struck a curb gently, it stopped completely and I got off the remains of the van. I looked around and didn't even see my kidnappers anywhere around. There was a pile up of cars way back where I had come from, but that was it.
Fearful for my sanity and life, I jumped clear of the wreckage and ran towards the mall. I ran all the way and arrived at the mall gasping for air and feeling stitches in my side from running too fast. I dashed inside expecting to find shelter and a place to hide from whomever was hunting for me. 'How can I be a wanted person all of a sudden?' I wanted to call home, but I didn't have a cell phone on me. Nor did I have any money for a public payphone. Even if I could find one. With all the cell phones nowadays, they were in the process of being removed everywhere.
I found an out of the way corner where I couldn't be seen and hid there from everyone. I sagged down against the wall and silently started crying into my arms wrapped around my face.
I woke up when a loud sound came my way. 'Shit, I must have fallen asleep. That is a cleaning machine coming my way.'
Just as I rose up from the floor in my corner, a man pushing a cleaning machine came into view. He startled seeing someone in the corner and I ran past him fearing he would hurt me or hand me over to those MCO goons again. I ran through the now empty mall and ignored the shouting from the cleaning guy.
Hiding from view I rested for a moment. No one seemed to be hunting me for now. The cleaning guy must have thought that I had already gone out, I hoped. I waited till the lights went out and the doors got locked. Now I was really all alone in the mall. Well, maybe not, maybe they had security guards walking around in here. I hoped they only patrolled the area from outside in the cars. The malls didn't employ a full service of mall security I think.
Walking around the empty mall made me realize that I was hungry and thirsty. There were a few vending machines still on, but I didn't have any money. I was contemplating to use my power to just open such a machine up and get what I wanted, but I was afraid that I would totally trash everything inside it. I still didn't know how my power operated and how I could control it.
Strolling along the mall I noticed the food court. They would have some things I could eat and drink. And if I was careful enough I might be able to just blow out the doors and not damage the goods. Desperately I aimed a hand at the door and tried to use my power. At first it didn't do anything. Then just as I was about to give up, a powerful blast from my hand blew out the door with the whole frame and part of the wall. Even the inner door was blown 10 meters away. "Wauw!" I exclaimed seeing the carnage I just caused.
But then the alarms started to go off. I quickly ran in and grabbed some sandwiches and bottles, before running out again.
I hid in a dark corner of the women's toilets and quickly ate some sandwiches and drank from a bottle. I hoped the security that were going to investigate wouldn't bother to look in here. My hopes were crushed as the door swung open and some guy said loudly, "Is er iemand hierbinnen?"[Is there someone in here?]
I kept quiet as I could and tried to hide. It was no use though the man started swinging open doors and soon saw me crouching on a toilet seat. "Daar hebben we dan onze dief. Hoe heb je die deuren zo kunnen vernielen, meisje?" [There we have our thief. How did you trash those doors like that, girlie?]
Then he called out to someone else that he found me and was about to grab me. In total panic now I pushed out with all my power and the guy flew away from me into the sturdy wall. He hit with a loud thud and sagged down to the floor.
I totally lost it now, I thought I had killed him. I ran out from the toilets, straight into the arms of another man. This one held on to me, but I pushed out again with my power, trashing the not so sturdy walls and pushing the man that held me through one of those walls.
Free again I starting running, looking for a way out. I thought I finally found one when several men in black poured in through the entrance and pointed guns at me. I pushed out with my power again and managed to push them all out of the building along with the doors and part of the wall. Even I was astonished with the result and was about to run towards the exit. I never saw where the dart came from, I only felt it hitting my back.
As I reached around at what hit me in my back, I thought, 'Oh no, not again.' But then I blacked out again and sagged into a heap on the floor.'
Somewhere in secure and armored bedroom in the facility
Waking up in a strange bed, being tied down was getting really old and boring. I sighed from frustration. I was probably back in the clutches of that mutant hating organization again. I was tied down securely on the bed and couldn't move more than my fingers. I did the only thing I could do, I started crying. I don't know why, but it felt good crying. But I had never cried so easily and this much before. Why didn't I have a problem crying now?
Then it hit me, again. I had been turning into a girl. I thought that it was something that those people had done to me, but they said that I was a mutant and that I was doing it to myself. 'That can't be right, can it? Am I a mutant? But why am I turning into a girl then? I've never heard of a manifesting mutant, getting turned into a girl.'
As I was crying, someone stepped into my room. I looked up and saw to my dismay that it was that bitch Gloria again. She snapped at me, "Stop crying you little brat! You destroyed another building after escaping from here. Not to mention the van that you were in was totaled and all the damage that you did to the other vehicles. I guess you killed or drove your mother away with your dangerous powers."
I just kept crying and didn't say anything. I wanted to tell her that the woman hadn't been my mother. And I did know that I didn't destroyed the mall. I only blew the front out of the shop and the doors. 'They shouldn't come after me like that, it's their fault that I had to blow the wall with the doors.'
I didn't tell her anything though. Finally I realized that telling her the truth wasn't going to help me any. She would spin it to her advantage and consider anything I said as an admission of guilt. I just kept in crying, sniveling and sobbing. Gloria got tired of me doing that and left not too long afterwards. A few other men and women tried to get me to talk or something, but I didn't do anything other than cry or sob. One woman was kind enough to untie me, so I could sit up and bury my head in my knees. I got a stale ham and cheese sandwich after a while and a paper cup with water.
A very long time later I ran out of tears to cry and looked around me. I was in a totally white nondescript room with only a sturdy steel bed with a thin very hard mattress on it. I didn't have blankets or a pillow. I really wanted to get out of here, but somehow I doubted that would happen soon. I tried to sleep and even succeeded in that for a while.
Something woke me up and I shot up to a sitting position. It was dark in the room, but I could see someone approaching my bed. "Who is there?" I asked frantically.
A man's voice sounded, "I advise you to be quiet. Though there is no one around to hear you, but I don't like it when girls get too loud."
"What ... Who are you and what do you want?" I was getting more concerned and frightened.
I could see his face now, he smirked. "You're such a pushover, I'm gonna have my way with you. I've been doing it to several others before. Nobody believes a dangerous mutant like you anyway. I'm going to have to sedate you a bit, now hold still, you pushover brat."
I struggled against the groping hands of the man. Desperately avoiding getting hit with the needle that he was trying to stick me with. Suddenly it dawned on me, if I'm so dangerous, why don't I just use my power on this asshole, instead of wrestling with someone much stronger than me.
I tried to push against him, but nothing happened. I panicked and thought, 'Did he already kill my power? Is that a drug to only incapacitate me? Can they take my power away just like that?'
Then something clicked in my head again and I pushed my attacker away very hard and fast. He smacked against the wall of my bedroom and slid down the wall leaving a smear of something dark, probably blood on the white wall.
'Oh shit, did I kill him?' I wanted to check his vitals, but I was afraid to go near him. I just crept into the corner of the room and sat there silently looking that the dead man on the other side.
Suddenly a squad of men burst into my room and started waving weird looking guns at me. One asked threateningly, "What did you do to him?"
I hiccupped before answering, "'Hiccup'...he... he...'hiccup'... rape... drugs...'hiccup'...scared... self-defense...'hiccup'...scared... dead?"
The man was a bit perplexed at my babbling answers and lowered his gun. Some kept theirs trained on me though, so I still wasn't clear whether they were going to shoot me or not.
A woman entered the room, and motioned to the men to stand down or something. They lowered their guns and most exited the room. She approached me with a cup and said softly, "Alsjeblieft, drink dit." [Please drink this]
I looked at her, with suspicion. Where they going to drug me again?
She simply said, "Het is water." [It's water]
I drank the water with little sips straight after each other, which I knew would get my hiccups to disappear. As I finished the water, she guided me back to the bed making me look at her, not at the wall, where the men were picking up the dead guy.
She talked to me for a while and I told her what had happened. I had been really scared. I mean I wasn't used to being a girl. Hell, I wasn't even fully a girl. I still had a small penis down there. I poured my heart out to the kind woman, not even realizing that she might use this as a way to get information out of me.
It took a while, but finally I calmed down enough to try to sleep. The woman, who still hadn't told me her name, had been kind enough to give me a blanket and a thin pillow. As I lay there waiting for sleep to take me away from all this misery, I thought about what that man had said. He called me Pushover, I liked that name. It wasn't that I was a pushover, though some people might think that. To me it referred to my power to push everything away.
Waking up wasn't that unpleasant for a change. Though the strange bedroom still wasn't to my liking. As I stretched my muscles to get things starting, the woman from last night came in. "Hallo, hoe voel je je nu?" [Hello, how are you feeling now?]
I smiled at her, "Beter, dank je." [Better, thank you.]
She sat down on the bed, "Ik wil graag met je praten, je zit erg in de nesten. Waarom werk je niet mee met deze mensen? Ze kunnen je helpen met je problemen." [I want to talk to you, you're in a lot of trouble. Why don't you cooperate with these people? They can help you with your problems.]
Suddenly I got very suspicious, I had seen enough TV series where they play bad cop and good cop. Her demeanour started ringing all kinds of alarm bells. Carefully I asked her, "Waarom zou ik meewerken, zo goed hebben ze me niet behandeld. Ik wil naar huis!" [Why should I cooperate, they didn't treat me that well. I want to go home.]
My suspicions were proven correct as she stood up with a dirty look on her face and silently strode out of the room. Gloria and a big beefy man came in at the same time she exited and Gloria snarled, "Why don't you just do as we tell you. It will go a lot easier for all of us."
I snarled back, "I want to go home, and away from you freaking morons."
The big beefy man smacked with an open hand on the side of my face, knocking me clear from the bed. I felt my cheek stinging with the imprint and was about to use my power on him as I got up. But I halted all plans in that direction as a big nasty gun was aimed at me.
I sagged back to the floor and hid my head in my hands and knees again. Gloria kept yelling how I would be locked up here forever and started cussing at me for some time. I don't know how long, but finally she gave up, she had the big man drag me across the floor, so I had to uncurl and tried to counter him. He just dragged me out of the room.
He was manhandled through a hallway towards a cellblock, when I heard a familiar voice.
My mom said in a loud tone, "Where is my son, I know that you're holding him here!"
A different voice said, "I can honestly say that we don't have a boy with the description of your son in this building, nor anywhere else in our custody."
'Well, he's not lying, I'll give him that. I'm well on my way to being a girl now.' This was my one chance, I hoped this was really my mom and not an imposter again. "Mam, Ik ben hier!" I yelled at my loudest volume. [Mom, I'm here!]
Mom quickly looked in my direction, and ran past the man that had tried to keep her from entering the halls. He still tried to grab Mom, but she was out of his reach and a policeman prevented him from going after her.
Mom quickly reached me and asked, "What hebben ze met jou gedaan? Je ziet er uit als een meisje." [What did they do to you? You look like a girl.]
"Ze zeggen dat ik een mutant ben en dat mijn manifestatie dit veroorzaakte." [They told that I'm a mutant and that my manifestation caused this.]
Mom held me and spoke quietly to me that it didn't matter. She would still love me as her daughter. I quickly looked into a mirror that I saw hanging and this time the reflection showed my mom holding my new body in an embrace. I relaxed finally, Mom was here and everything was going to be okay now.
Gloria strode up to us, "This mutant is dangerous and needs to be isolated. We'll have to keep her in a secured room at all times."
Mom snarled furiously, "She's not dangerous and I know about all the other cases where you tried to kidnap manifesting mutant children. You're not getting my girl."
I added softly, "I'm not dangerous, only when I'm extremely agitated and harassed do I lash out with my power. I don't do it by accident. You provoked me several times into using it."
Another man came towards us, "I'm the District Attorney and I have here a document ordering you to release the child into her mother's care. If you don't comply we'll have you arrested and seize any and all files in this building."
Gloria finally saw that she was outgunned and glowered for a moment at me before walking away angrily.
Mom kissed me on my forehead, "Ik ben blij dat ik je weer terug heb, Marc." [I'm glad to have you back, Marc.]
"Misschien kun je me nu beter Marcy noemen." I said hesitantly. [Maybe you should now call me Marcy.]
"Marie," Mom said confidently.
"Wat?" I asked her.
"Ik zou je Marie hebben genoemd." [I would have named you Marie.]
It took some time before Mom could take me out of the building. The MCO still tried to keep me there, claiming I was too dangerous to be out in public. But the DA countered all of their arguments and managed to get me released.
In a big car with tinted windows we drove off, but we didn't go towards home. "Mam? Waar gaan we heen? Ik ben al eens eerder door een bedriegster ontvoert!" [Mom? Where are we going? I've been abducted by an imposter before!]
She explained to me that we were on our way to a safe house. There I would be questioned on everything that had happened and get a physical examination by a doctor. I was still apprehensive about it, but it did make sense. Then again so it had the previous time, when I was abducted. 'Am I getting paranoid about everything now? Jeez I hope I don't become a basket case in dire need of psychiatric help.'
The debriefing was tedious, but not too stressful. Mom stayed with me the whole time and was shocked a few times about what I had done and what I had endured. Getting examined was a whole other story. I even threatened the woman doctor when she wanted to inspect my privates. I was ready to blast her into the wall! Mom calmed me down fortunately and after some embarrassing moments I was declared fit and healthy. Well, not counting the fact that I was now a shemale on the way of becoming a full girl.
Coming home was anticlimactic. Since it was just Mom and me living there, no one was there to meet us and Mom ordered me to my bed very early. I stayed awake for a while thinking over everything that had happened. I was back home, but now everything had changed for me. I felt like crying, but didn't want to. I fought it for a long time, but finally I couldn't hold it any longer and started crying softly into my pillow. I cried myself to sleep that evening.
I think Mom knew I had been crying, she had me sit down early the next morning and made me talk over everything. Before I knew it, I poured my heart out to her, about my change, about having powers and potentially being dangerous. Mom just listened and supported me in ways I hadn't seen her do before. Then she dropped a bombshell on me. "Ik denk dat je naar een andere school moet. Je eigen school is opgeblazen, door jou. Bovendien zal je je beter thuis voelen op de school waar ik je heen wil sturen. Het is een kostschool, dus je zult op jezelf moeten leven daar." [I think that you need to go to another school. Your own school was blown up, by you. Besides you'll feel better at home at the school where I want to send you. It's a boarding school, so you'll have to live on your own there.]
"Wat voor school?" I managed to squeak out. [What kind of school?]
"Het is een school voor mutanten en andere kinderen met bijzondere gaven." [It's a school for mutants and other children with special gifts.]
I looked at her with a suspicious look, "En hoe je weet van deze school?" [And how do you know about this school?]
Mom smiled at me, "Omdat ik vroeger naar deze school ben geweest. Ik ben een Avatar, ik heb bijna geen gaven, maar toch was ik daar op school." [Because I used to go to that school. I'm an Avatar, I barely have any gifts, but I was still in school there.]
I was flabbergasted, Mom was an Avatar? 'What the hell is an Avatar?' Mom seemed to guess my thoughts as she explained what an Avatar was. She could trap a spirit inside her and she did. The spirit gave her more stamina and reflexes and a much better memory. She told me a lot about all the things that people on that school where like and the different kinds of people I might encounter. My mind reeled from all the information that I got. 'And I'm supposed to go to that school?'
The next weeks flew by in blur as I had to get ready for transferring to a new school. Lucky for me that it was the summer holiday. I could stay at home and not get bothered about my new looks from anyone that might know me. Well, I think they wouldn't know me now if they met me on the street anyhow. I was well on my way into girlhood, Mom even instructed me into behaving and acting like a girl. She bought some dresses and skirts for me, but I still refused to wear them. Though I think I will have to soon. Mom threatened to throw away all my pants if I didn't start wearing some of them soon.
Finally the day arrived for me to go to America and go to a very expensive boarding school. Well, I did get a scholarship from some organization I had never heard of, but Mom still had to pay a hefty fee. She also put money into an account for my every day expenses and for emergencies.
Mom took me to Schiphol and after a very emotional goodbye where we both cried a lot, I got singled out by security and had to wait in a small room. Two people in suits that screamed MCO, joined me there after a few minutes. I was about to get angry, but didn't want to start a scene at the airport. 'I may knock a plane out of the sky by accident.'
The man and the woman of the MCO were very professional, but I had to endure a strip search and they questioned me for half an hour about my control of my power. I had to get photographed, fingerprinted and they even drew blood from me for as they said: security measures.
After that embarrassing incident, I finally got to board the plane and had an uneventful flight to the United States of America. Well, I did see someone that I thought was MCO on board, I'm sure they had someone watching me all the time. It was something that I would do, so I wasn't surprised that they did.
A long journey on several planes, interrupted by further hassles from MCO personnel, and a train ride later I found myself on a platform of a small station in a town called Dunwich. I saw several other kids my age exit the train and go through a wooden door with frosted windows.
I hesitated only slightly before going through the door myself and saw a bunch of kids sitting or standing in the room. There were some vending machines and a few kids were busy with an old pinball machine. There was a blonde girl standing a bit out of the way and I thought I should ask her if she knew anything what was going on here.
I tapped her shoulder to get her attention, when she startled and suddenly disappeared from her clothes! I mean she literally was gone, while her clothes just fell down in a heap on the floor. I startled and for a moment thought that I had a new undiscovered power. Then it dawned on me, these were all mutants or something and probably had powers themselves. Maybe she teleported, but why didn't she take her clothes with her?
A boy behind me said, "Geez, I hope you're not a disintegrator. You'd be thrown to the MCO if you killed a kid before you even got to the school."
I turned to him, "I'm not a disintegrator. I didn't do anything. I just tapped her shoulder."
He turned around, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He walked off like he didn't care about what just happened. 'Well maybe he didn't.'
As I turned back to where the blond girl had been standing I heard a tiny voice in my right ear, "Excuse me, but since you scared me out of my clothes, can you help me to rectify the situation?"
I looked around, but there was no one in sight. "Sorry? Who ..."
The tiny voice spoke again. "I'm currently only as big as your fingernail and stark naked. So, if you would gather all my clothes and take them to the restroom so I can get dressed."
Now I understood, she had shrunk to a teeny tiny size and forgot to include her clothes in the change. I gathered up all her clothes from the floor and made my way to the restroom. In a mostly clean stall I closed the door and suddenly the blond girl grew back to the size she was before.
She was totally naked indeed, however it did nothing to me anymore, since I was as much a girl as she was. I gave her the clothing piece by piece and she got dressed. When she was almost done, I asked, "So, why did you shrink, but not your clothes?"
"That was your fault, I was scared out of my wits because of you and by instinct shrunk. Normally I shrink my clothes with me."
I looked glumly at her, "Sorry, I didn't know. I just wanted to ask you if you knew anything about what we were to do there and such."
The girl smiled, "Hey, it's okay. You couldn't have known about my reaction, my name is Kestra." She held her hand out to me.
I shook her hand, "I'm Marie Bandsma, but you can also call me Pushover."
Kestra looked strangely at me, "Why do you call yourself that?"
"My mom explained that we need a codename at the school, and my power is pushing stuff away, but I'm by no means a pushover." I said to her with a smile on my face.
"Oh, well I guess you can call me Pixie then. Because the first time I shrunk, I turned into a size of a Pixie and I have retracted wings as well."
I smiled again, "Okay, Pixie. So, about this place?"
"I think you know more about it than me. I didn't hear about this place till Mrs. Felder discovered that I existed and that I was a mutant."
"My mom only told me what she knew about the school. She was there herself in the past she said." I explained to Kestra. "How about your parents?"
Kestra suddenly had a sad expression on her face. "My parents tried to kill me. They think I'm dead. You see I didn't look like this before my change and suddenly I was gone from my room as it appeared, in fact I just shrunk to such a small size that they didn't see me. Later when I returned to my room in a relative normal size, they thought I was a mutant that killed their son. I haven't been back since."
I looked crestfallen, "I'm sorry, I had no idea. I can relate a little though, I used to be a boy as well. Now we're both good looking girls."
"Mrs. Felder said that I'm probably an Exemplar, she didn't explain to me what that meant."
I thought back to what my mom had told me, "Mom said that an exemplar is a mutant whose power slowly shapes their body according to an ideal that they've formed somewhere in their subconscious. It usually makes them stronger, faster, tougher, smarter and most times good looking. Well, according to my Mom. She also said that I'm an Exemplar."
Kestra smiled at me, "Okay, so you know a lot about this then?"
"Well, I'm smarter I think and better looking, but I still have a lot to learn myself about all this. Oh, by the way. Another thing my Mom told me is that we have to stay with two people in a room. Do you think we could be rooming together?" I looked hopeful at her. "If you don't object that is of course."
Kestra kept smiling, "I wouldn't mind, you're not so bad to be around I think, despite our first bad encounter."
Mockingly I said, "I said I was sorry already."
Kestra hushed me with a hug. "I'm just teasing you Marie, it really was my fault for being so jumpy. You did help me well enough afterwards."
Together we went back out to the waiting room, where only moments later a tall Asian woman came in and asked for attention with, "Okay, listen up! My name is Mrs. Shugendo; I'm the Dean of Students at Whateley Academy. There are two shuttles here to take you to the school. I'm going to call off your names alphabetically. When I call out your name, let me know who you are, and then go out to the vans. Now, I know that you have a lot of questions, but unless it's an Emergency, save it for when we get to the school."
To be continued ...
For more information about Whateley and the powers used, please read other stories in the Whateley universe and my first fanfic Whateley story: Pixie.
souffle_girl Messages: 76 Registered: February 2014 Location: Italy
Happy birthday, Emily! a Whateley Academy story
by Souffle Girl
August 13th, 2011 , Boston , USA. Somewhere in a workshop.
The call echoed from the intercom through the large workshop. A slender figure looked up from the pile of circuits lying on the bench, revealing the face of a young boy with brown, smart eyes.
The boy stood up, stretched his shoulders and threw his long brown ponytail on his back.
He washed his hands and turned down a door, finding himself in a hallway with a wooden floor, then went past the stairs to his right and a row of old photos .
Grandpa in a uniform in Vietnam. Dad fishing with Grandpa. Dad and Mom, fishing with Grandpa. Dad, Mom, her sisters and her at a picnic.
Yes, her. Because even if all the evidence, from the hint of a beard to her flat chest, down to the thing hanging between her legs, pointed towards her belonging to the male sex, Emily Charlene Stanford was a she. Or at least that's what she knew she had been for a lifetime.
It was her egg that made a mistake, at some point, deciding that it should take up a Y chromosome instead of a much more appropriate X, condemning her to bear the name of Charles Edgar.
She walked into the dining room to find her father and her two sisters already sitting at the dinner table.
"Sorry I'm late. You know how it is when I lose myself working."
Jane, her older sister, gave a knowing look first to her and then to her father.
"Yes, we know something about it. It happens to us all when we're working on something big. "
"True," said his father. "I remember once, I must have been thirty. I received this large order from the army. Automated tracking systems for tanks, and computer used to run DOS those days. I've been spitting blood on the bench for three months..."
Her sister Mary looked at all three, bored.
"You grown-up only talk about machines." she said. "But I'll become a biologist!"
"Who knows, dear. Once you manifest your powers you could become a bio-devisor for real." Emily said, stroking her hair.
"Don't give any ideas to your sister, Ed, I do not want her to play with bacteria. They're... dirty." said her father.
As you could imagine, theirs was not just an ordinary family.
It all began with their paternal grandfather, Richard Stenford, the first of the family to have manifested mutant powers. During the war in Vietnam he made himself quite the reputation for his impressive ability to modify and repair vehicles and helicopters quickly and efficiently in the field.
Upon return, the army decided he was too useful a resource to be wasted and put him to work on new weapons projects.
Soon, he was so wealthy he could start his own company, which under the wise guidance of Emily's father, Edgar Stenford Senior, had flourished up to millions of dollars of annual income.
But a small fortune and well-established arms company were not the only legacy of his grandfather. Each of his descendants, in fact, had proven to be a mutant: a devisor, a gadgeteer or both. The repetition in the family was so precise as to have even attracted the attention of important academics who had gone nuts dissecting their genetics in detail.
Emily sat down and everyone started to help themselves, diving on the excellent roast chicken cooked by Tracy, the old maid who took care of the house since Emily's mother, Grace, passed away in a tragic car accident years earlier.
Some time passed before silence was broken again .
"Today I submitted your application form to Whateley," said his father. "You'll see, you'll be fine, their workshops are almost as well equipped as ours. "
Emily smiled. "I definitely can't wait to start." she replied.
It was true, especially because her sister Jane, gossip queen of Whateley, told her that the exclusive private school for mutants in New Hampshire had its share of LGB students, and transgender people too. They were mainly exemplars that, upon manifesting their powers, had suddenly found themselves in a completely different body. On second thought, Emily felt sad for them. She knew all too well what it meant to be trapped in a form that doesn't fit.
Jane, 18 years old, had been attending to Whateley for three years now. Like her, she was a devisor, but also a gadgeteer . The difference might not seem clear to some people, since both traits made a mutant into an outstanding engineer, but it was actually abysmal and it was well summed up by the old saying: "A gadgeteer can go to the patent office, a devisor can go anywhere but the patent office."
While the power of a devisor was to build a machine that worked even if it was theoretically impossible, a gadgeteer possessed the supernatural ability to understand how to design an object with a specific function.
If gadgeteers were scientists, devisors were artists who, in a glimpse of inspiration, created something that would work only for them.
Jane was lucky enough to not only possess both traits, but to be able to tell which of her creations were devises and which were gadgets.
In particular, when she went to Whateley she had specialized in computer science. There was nobody better suited to design a program, and to improve her skills she worked as a security consultant not just for her father but for the government too, repeatedly breaking into their most secure networks to point out security weak points.
In Whateley it apparently was fashionable to have some kind of code name, superhero style, and Jane had chosen Byte. Very appropriate. Jane had learned a lot from her friend Paige, an older girl she used to stick with when she was a freshman and a computer wizard, although that last bit was supposed to be a secret. Emily had never met her, but Jane had a picture of the two of them together in her room.
"By the way, Ed," said his father. "Tomorrow we'll have your birthday party for dinner. Tracy told me to go and tell her what kind of cake you'd like her to make you. Fifteen years... time sure flies!"
"I'll remember. By the way, I need more platinum to work on my combat exoskeleton."
Her father looked at Emily with satisfaction and pride.
"You sure are your father's son! I'll get you some."
Jane nervously knocked on the door. "Come in," said Emily .
The girl opened the door and walked in the room.
The place was as much of a mess as the mind of its owner. Pile of clothes were thrown on the floor next to a bookcase full of books and manga. Posters of various mecha anime adorned the walls , and an Iron Man poster autographed by Robert Downey Jr. hung in a frame over a desk .
"The best, and most handsome, devisor in the world" Emily had once called him.
Jane found the room's owner lying in bed, staring intently at the ceiling.
"You sure you wanna do this, sis?" she muttered, shifting over to using female grammar.
"You know how I feel. I can't keep on living in this body. Whenever I look in the mirror it's torture. Whenever I look at you, it's torture." Emily said.
Jane nodded, and sat down next to her sister before beginning to stroke her forehead tenderly .
"You know, I always thought you weren't like other children. There was something in you... a burden. As if you had to carry a heavy boulder constantly. And when you told me... I knew what it was. "
Emily nodded, but did not move her eyes from the ceiling.
"I'm afraid, Jane. What will Dad say? He's always so old fashioned. He'd be furious if he knew that I like men. But finding out I want to be a woman on top of that..."
"He'll get over it eventually. You can't do anything to change what you are. You can't stop being a girl more than you can stop being a mutant ..."
"And what if he finds a way to change me back?" she asked worried
"I wouldn't bet on that. His designs are great for blowing things up but he never worked on changing people."
Emily sat up with tears in her eyes, then hugged her sister tight.
"Now go to sleep" Jane whispered. "Tomorrow is a special day."
Emily plugged the platinum chip into its slot and took a look at her creation. It was an arm - a robotic arm, part of what she called a Mobile Combat Platform, or MCP for short.
She slid her hand over its smooth surface with the affection of a mother.
She had always been fond of robots, since she was a little girl. And once she got into anime, she just knew she would some day build her own combat mecha and get into superhero business. It wasn't really a choice her father would approve of, he'd rather have her at the head of the family's business. But she doubted he would approve many of her choices.
She glanced at the clock on the wall: 6.40 PM. It was time.
She went to her room, knocking on Jane's door as she passed by, then stripped off her workshop overalls, watching with disgust the image in the mirror. If all went as planned she wouldn't have to see this horror anymore. And, she thought with a shudder, probably if things went wrong too. It didn't matter. Better to die trying, than to live on as a man.
Her sister came in just as she finished get dressed in her pants and t-shirt. She was holding a small vial in her hand, and a syringe in the other.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"As ready as I can be."
"Remember, there's no turning back. Nobody ever managed to counter the serum. And you know your new body will come with... quirks."
Emily shrugged. "This is my best shot, Jane. I'm not just going to let this opportunity slip away. Just do it"
Jane nodded and drew the content of the vial in the syringe, then injected it in Emily's arm.
"All done. Do you really want to tell them like that? Isn't it going to be a little too... flashy?" asked Jane.
"Doing things in style! This is what Tony Stark taught me." she said with a grin. "Don't they teach you that in your superhero school?"
She opened the door and stepped on the frame, before turning to Jane again.
"Oh and sis... Thank you. So much."
It's time, Emily thought at the end of dinner.
All of them had just finished giving her several gift packages, and Tracy had just put a strawberry cheesecake with a lit candle in front of her face.
"Come on, make a wish!" Mary said.
Emily grinned wide.
"...I wish I was a girl!" she said out, then blew at the candle.
Everyone was looking at her wide-eyed.
"Did you just say..." her father began
She nodded. "I want to be a girl."
Her father stared at her in horror.
"What is this... this... is it a joke?" he cried.
Emily looked at him straight in the eyes, with a pride and confidence she didn't knew she could muster.
"I'm a girl, Dad. I always have been. I only need to correct a mistake of nature. I just injected myself with a dose of Jobe Wilkins's serum."
"Jobe Wilkins? Are you giving over your life to madmen and dictators to play with? What the hell are you thinking?" he said, slamming his hands on the table. "Besides I didn't bring up a damn faggot!"
"No," Emily replied. "You brought up a transsexual. Let's name things properly."
Edgar sprang to his feet and walked over to Emily in long steps, raising his hand with a very clear intent.
Quietly, Jane stood up and stepped between her father and sister.
The man stopped, surprised, his anger back under control. "Are you on his side too?" His eyes were icy.
"I did not expect you to approve of certain things. You disappoint me. I thought you were a girl with some sense."
"I've know about my sister for years, Dad. She's not a boy." the girl replied. "As for Jobe, he may be a little crazy and a self-centered stick in the mud but he's a professional. I mean, just take a look at how many people are buying his serum."
There was a moment of tension, then Edgar shrugged.
"Bah. Madness!" he said. "Edgar, in your room. Immediately. I'll tell you when you can get out. Jane, you too. Tomorrow, Ed, we go straight to the doctor to understand what is going on. I hope you didn't go Diedrick. And we'll see if we can reverse this shit."
Despite the punishment, for Emily that was the most beautiful night in her life.
Locked in her room, she adjusted her disheveled hair behind her back and took a good look in the mirror. Happy Birthday, Emily! she thought.
Her brown eyes were shining with a light they hadn't had in ages.
She wondered how long would it take for the drug to kick in. It was a very special kind of devise, a bio-devise which would slowly turn her into a strikingly beautiful elf girl.
With tears of joy, she dug in the bottom of the cabinet to pull out a blue nightgown that Jane had given her. It fit in an awkward way, but it didn't matter. She was on her way to become a real woman now.
She fell asleep with the smile of a child.
She didn't have Diedrick. Considering that Diedrick's Syndrome caused delusions, paranoia, megalomania, loss of control on one's own powers and bursts of anger dangerous for oneself and others, Edgard Stenford Sr. should have looked much more relieved that he appeared when the doctor confirmed the presence of a gender dysphoria instead. A condition commonly known as transsexualism.
Or, as described by Edgar, "Being a sissy faggot."
During the return trip, Emily's father said nothing. The few times he looked at her, his eyes were full of contempt.
"Edward Charles Stenford. What were you thinking?" her father began, as soon as they were home. "Throwing a stunt like this and expect we keep up as if nothing had happened? You and Jane have been reckless. You're playing with fire here. Don't you know this can as well kill yourself?"
Emily stood defiantly in front of her father.
"It's Emily Charlene now. And I don't care, dad. If I can't be a woman in body too, I might as well die."
"Don't you ever say something like this again. Now I expect you to at the very least have a regular schedule of medical check-ups and take your medicine. And you're grounded, till further notice. Pray that you somehow get out of this mess!"
Emily did her best to control herself and be strong, but as soon as she was in her room her eyes filled with tears.
Why must her father do this to her? He already had two daughters, why couldn't he have a third? What did they have, that she lacked?
Someone knocked at the door. It was Jane.
"Hello Emily. How are you doing?" she asked. She had a bag hanging from an arm, and was carrying a plate with a slice of her birthday cake, that she could not eat the day before.
"Not so good" she replied.
"I brought the cake. With all that happened I couldn't give you a proper happy birthday."
"Jane, you know you've given me the perfect birthday present." Emily smiled. "You still have to tell me how you managed to get the son of a supervillain to brew a dose of his special drow serum for you."
"Feminine wiles" she said, chuckling. "OK, you want the serious version? He owed me. Or maybe she. I still don't know. Well, there was this newspaper that somehow got hold of photographic evidence of Jobe's accident. I cracked their system and deleted everything."
Emily laughed at the mention of the infamous "accident". Jobe Wilkins was the child of Gizmatic, the ruler of the island-nation of Karedonia, a Caribbean paradise he took over with the aid of an army of robots. Jobe was a few years older than Jane, and studied at Whateley too. He was so self-centered and arrogant that everyone despised him and picked on him. However, he also happened to be a genius level bio-devisor \ bio-gadgeteer with a morbid fascination with spiders, venoms and drows, the evil black-skinned elves of fantasy books.
His downfall began with his plan to create a "perfect girlfriend", someone finely tailored to his tastes. He collected DNA samples from most of the kids on campus and somehow came up with a "drow serum" that would change the user into a sexy ebony-skinned beauty with Exemplar level physical performance and Level 5 regeneration capabilities, which pretty much meant guaranteed survival from anything that didn't kill her outright. Being devised by a horny teenager, though, the body came with its own sets of quirks as Jane pointed out. It was extremely sensitive to pleasure and the girl would bond with the first man she'd have sex with, which meant that her first man would have to be her one true love. Luckily for Emily, the mating bond had been cut of from the latest batches.
One day, Jobe accidentally injected himself with the drug and during the next days he changed into his own dream girlfriend. Which obviously made "him" even more of a laughing stock in the school. Through a strange series of other accidents, another drow girl called Belphoebe came up and was legally considered Jobe's daughter first, and then sister.
Gizmatic had been extremely embarrassed of course, and disowned both his "daughters". Still, Jobe found a way to twist the whole accident to his advantage: he started selling the serum while he worked on a male counterpart. These days more and more drows were showing up around.
Jane put the cake on the desk and the bag on the floor, then pulled something out of it.
Emily's eyes filled with wonder.
"Want to try some makeup, sis?" Jane grinned, showing Emily her new makeup kit
"But... What about Dad?" Emily asked, worried
"He's working in the workshop. If we blew up the house, he'd not notice it."
Jane took her time applying foundation to the sister's skin, then eyeliner.
"You know, your eyes look larger than yesterday. I guess the changes are starting to show. Are you taking your anti-regenerative drugs?"
Emily wanted to nod, but her sister held her steadily in place.
"Good girl. I know it will mean having to wait a little more for the changes to be complete, but we don't want your body to break under the stress don't we? Now hold still a little more, I'm going to apply you some mascara."
"How do I look?" Emily asked.
Jane looked at her with a pride that only a big sister could show.
"You're beautiful. And you're radiant." she told her. "Take a look at yourself." she said, handing her a mirror.
Jane pulled out other things from her bag. They were some of her old clothes.
"You can have these, I'm not using them anymore. And they'll fit you in a little while."
They went on like that for an eternity, trying on clothes, laughing and hugging. Just two sisters.
"Congratulations Sis," Jane said, finally. "Now it's presents time!"
"What? But I thought..."
"Gifts just aren't over, you know."
Then she pulled out a gift bag from the bag. It was a sphere about three inches wide, wrapped as if it was a huge candy.
Emily opened it to reveal a ball of chrome-plated metal. She recognized it instantly.
"HAL!" she exclaimed. "Don't tell me you made it work!"
HAL was a little pet robot she had built during the last months, to pass the time when she needed to relax from the most important projects. Unfortunately, programming it had proven beyond her ability.
"To Byte, programming a robot is a joke," Jane said, puffing out her chest in a funny manner.
She pressed a button on the sphere that immediately came to life. It extended a large number of appendices from hatches that opened on its surface, and used them to scan the surrounding environment.
"HAL this is your mistress Emily " Jane commanded. "Behave to her as you would to Alpha Programmer Jane."
The robot pointed all its arrays towards Emily, and paused while a series of lights flashed on the sensors. Then it withdrew all appendices, and with a high-pitched buzzing it rolled to her feet .
"I think he wants you to pet him" Jane said.
Emily laughed, a crystal laughter, while stroking HAL like a cat .
The next week was a whirlwind of emotions for Emily .
Her father had ordered her not to leave her room except to eat and go to the bathroom, had cut off her access to the Internet and seized her phone and HAL. Basically, her contacts with the outside world had been reduced to her seeing doctors, his father's scolding and Jane's secret visits.
However, she could see her change progress before her eyes. In a week, her body hair stopped growing while the one on her scalp grew longer, turning as white as spider silk at the roots. At the same time, her skin had been getting darker.
Her body fat had rearranged itself too, her buttocks and thighs were rounder and fuller, and a small mound of fat had been growing under her nipples. Her frame was overall plumper. She felt so good!
One day, Jane brought Mary with her visiting. The little girl stepped into the room looking at Emily with her eyes wide open, then timidly approached her and stood next to her sister who was sitting at the computer. She stared at her in wonder.
"Jane says that now I have to call you Emily, even if Dad doesn't want it. Is it true that you're a girl like me?" she asked
Emily hugged her, picked her up and sat her on her lap.
"I always have been. It's just that you couldn't see it before. My body was wrong. Now it's changing to match who I am."
"But how is that possible? You're either boy or girl, right?" Mary asked naively.
"You see, Mary," began her sister, smiling. "It's not that easy. Sometimes a man is born with the body of a woman, and a woman with the body of a man. It's a rare thing, but when it happens it is very sad for those who live it. Would you be happy to have a boy's body?"
Mary thought for a second. "Eww. No! Boys are so... ugly! They stick their fingers in their noses and are always dirty. And always make fun of me."
Emily and Jane laughed. "You see, neither did I want to have a male body. And since I could fix it... I did!"
Mary looked in her sister's eyes for a moment, then with all the innocence of a little girl she asked:
"Will we play with dolls together now?"
"Whenever you want!" Emily said, kissing her forehead.
Meanwhile, Edgar spent hours in the workshop in an attempt to find a way to reverse Emily's changes. As Jane expected, the task proved very difficult, especially when mysterious hackers repeatedly slipped into his computer to delete designs. He had a very clear suspicion on who was the culprit, but no evidence.
He went as far as to contact Jobe himself, but the crystal female voice at the phone replied coldly their business had a "no refunds, no exchanges" policy and that there was no complaining about the change being one way only, something that was clearly stated in their agreement police.
Jane had continued to try wearing him down in other ways too, telling him of her experiences with Emily and trying to convince him that it was not so bad to have a third daughter. Not even pointing out that a friend of hers had once been a man had been useful, though. What really annoyed her father was not the transformation itself, something quite common among mutants, but the knowledge that Emily had voluntarily given up her manhood. It was a very macho thing, actually. Male pride and all that.
He was also very concerned about her health, so he did a little research. It confirmed what he knew all along: a high level regen was more or less a walking bio-bomb. Even casual exposure to an early drow prototyope's blood might be enough for a weak immune system to be overwhelmed. If the subject was lucky, he or she would turn into a drow too. The less lucky ones would suffer a painful death from what was basically a contagious cancer.
Fortunately, he learned that Wilkins had been fine-tuning his formula. The really warped "bond to a male" feature had been made optional, and the regeneration ability was modified so that it would work as a level 5 during the actual change, but then go down to a more normal level 2 to prevent someone from spreading the change to others... free samples were bad for business. Their doctor confirmed that everything was working properly and smoothly. At least, Edgar thought, he wouldn't see his son's body crumble under a huge cancer.
"Dad, I'm not seeing a shrink. You just want him to make me change my mind." Emily said. She brushed her now short and completely white hair to her left, struggling against an unruly lock. She had cut off all her exceeding brown hair, leaving the newly grown one only.
"Ed... I mean... Em. Just do it for me, please."
She turned away from the bathroom mirror, looking straight at her father. She had lost some muscle mass, but what she lacked in bulk she had gained in boldness, resulting in a "don't piss the lady off" kind of stare.
"Why should I? What do I gain from this? I know I want to be 100% girl. No questions about that."
"Then do it for your mother, dammit!" he snapped. "What would she think of this? You don't even look human anymore! And all of this just for this silly idea you are a woman. You're going to regret this, I tell you."
Emily looked really hurt at that.
"This was low, and completely unaccounted for. Leave mom out of this!" she cried, tears beginning to wet her now almond-shaped, silver eyes. "And to think that at times, since you were a mutant, I thought you could understand what it meant to be different. But you don't. Nobody ever understands."
She just turned her back on her father and strode towards her room. She opened the door and threw herself on the bed.
Jane promptly followed her and sat beside her.
"You know, Emily, he's just worried. You shouldn't be so hard on him."
"If he worried about my well-being, he'd let me out of this damn prison and get on with my life."
"Em, I've known about you for a long time. But he hasn't. You can't expect him to understand right off the bat. I hate to tell you this, but I think he's right when he says you should see a therapist."
Emily looked at her with hate.
"Do you want me to change back too now?"
"Don't be silly, Em. If I didn't want you to use the serum I wouldn't have brought it home in the first place. But a little help adjusting will be OK, trust me, and it will keep dad's pressure off you."
"Just... just this first time, OK? Then I'll see." Emily reluctantly agreed.
"Good girl" Jane smiled, and hugged her.
It would be very hard to see the person that left Emily's house that day as anything different from a girl. A strangely graceful, if somewhat androgynous one, but a girl none the less.
Emily's frame had kept on developing to the point she now wore a bra for more practical reasons than just feeling feminine, and her skin had darkened to an African American hue, although she knew she could expect it to become even darker. Her face had softened to the point she could pass for a girl even at close inspection, especially since she had lost what little beard she used to have. All that was left of her male anatomy was carefully tucked away in her panties.
The changes had been anything but painless, and she still felt really sick from time to time, but it was definitely worth it.
That day she also spent a good amount of time getting ready. For her first long range trip out of her house she wanted to look at her best. Not to mention, making a good first impression on her therapist.
She had put on a white top with a big red heart in the middle and a green skirt, but then Jane pointed out it looked really bad on her complexion, so she settled on jeans. She also wanted to wear something more feminine than sneakers, but she didn't have the chance to shop for female clothes so far, Jane's shoes were too large for her and her feet were still shrinking.
Still, she made for a pretty young girl, with her sunglasses on and her steel necklace.
Jane drove her to her first session, in case she needed comfort.
Dr. Gerard Hampley's studio was located in an old building in downtown Boston, and the waiting room had a very elegant look. Jane sat on a chair while the doctor helped Emily inside his studio and on a lounge chair. He was an handsome man in his fifties who somehow reminded her of Harrison Ford. He was polite and friendly and the only thing he said about her appearance was a compliment.
"First of all, Emily, I want you to know that you're safe in here. Nothing we say is going to leave this room if you don't want to. Also, I'm not here to make you change your mind or something, despite what your father might think. You are your own person and my only role is to help you understand what you really want. These are the rules and I made them clear to your father."
"But I know what I want, doctor. I just want to be able to live like any other girl."
"Well, that's not wrong, isn't it? We all want to get rid of trouble and live a happy and fulfilling life. How are you feeling now that you're changing?"
Emily felt annoyed by that. "Why should I tell you? I mean, you just care for me because you're paid for it."
"Ours is more than a business relationship, you know. Why don't you test me? Would you trust me if I told you a secret of mine?"
Emily sighed. She felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Fine, let's hear this."
"OK" Dr Hampley said. "I used to be a woman. I'm a mutant and I changed when I manifested, at twelve. So, in a way, I'm transgendered too."
Emily was shocked. "Oh! Is it real? Does my father know?"
He smiled. "No need to bring that up. Now's your turn to tell me something. Are you feeling comfortable with your change?"
Emily relaxed a bit. Could this person really understand her?
"So far, it's been a little painful but I've been managing."
"I'm not talking about physical discomfort, Emily. You're changing fast, and into something very different from before. I understand that you wanted this, you needed it even. But it still doesn't mean you don't need time adjusting."
"To tell the truth... Yes, it's been stressful. I mean, I look in the mirror and I like what I see. I know I'll soon be an Exemplar level 2 beauty. I'll never again have trouble attracting a boy's attention. But sometimes I can't help but be afraid. What if I end up so different I can't recognize myself anymore?"
"Exemplars get that feeling very often. Just because your changes have been artificially triggered, it doesn't mean they are any different from a standard manifestation. Most people think they would be glad to be more beautiful, taller, more muscular. Plastic surgeons and bio-devisors are busy all around the world changing people to make them look different. But you'd be surprised at how much time even a simple surgery, a nose correction for example, requires before a person feels comfortable looking in a mirror."
"And then there's the matter of my exotic looks. When I'll be through with this I won't be able to pass for human anymore. Society might be more open to mutants today and there's a fair amount of drows going around already, but I'm definitely going to attract attention."
Dr. Hampley nodded.
"Mutant haters are still a strong maority in many places. You should be careful. Which makes me wonder: what are you going to do about your identity? Are you going to hide the fact you're transgendered or are you going to tell people?"
"I'm not sure. I know people could treat me different if they knew, but I'd feel like a coward if I just pretended I'm not trans. As if I was ashamed of who I am."
"I know the feeling. It will be up to you to find a good balance between the two extremes."
"I'll go with the flow. I'll soon be in a school full of weirdness, I'm sure there will be plenty of stranger people than a drow t-girl." Emily paused. "I wonder if I'm going to have friends."
"Don't you have any now?" the doctor asked.
Emily shook her head, sad.
"I used to have some girl friends when I was a child. Then puberty hit, everyone moved on and I... I kind of got stuck. I didn't belong with the girls, nor the boys. My only real friend is my sister Jane. I used to envy her, because she had what I hadn't. Then I came out to her, and we became closer than ever. She's the only one that always saw me as a girl."
"You're lucky to have an accepting sister." he said, smiling.
It was on August, 31st that Emily woke up complete. Every other change had stopped, but her genitalia were still changing. That morning, though, there was no sign left of her ever having been a boy. All she could find between her legs was a soft tuft of hair, covering the entrance to her womanhood.
Laying in her bed, she let out a sigh when she slowly caressed her groin, enjoying the curves of her new labia. A rush of emotions overwhelmed her. She was all girl now. She could bear children. Make love with a man.
Tears of joy pooled in her eyes, as she surprised herself stroking every inch of her new body, as if each curve was an old friend she finally got to meet.
She stood up in her silken nightgown - elf skin doesn't agree with synthetics - and took a nice look at the mirror.
She felt gorgeous. The princess from a fairy tale.
Her face had settled to an heart shape, with pink lips and wide silver eyes. Long white hair fell down to her mid back. And she had curves. Real ones. The nightgown outlined full, round breasts and her cute buttocks slid down to legs to kill for. Oh, she'll love showing her legs off so much.
And her skin was just perfect. Smooth as silk and as dark as the night.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and Emily was lying on a folding chair in the garden, enjoying a romance novel and the warm sun of the early days of September. The next day she and Jane would leave for New Hampshire, and on Monday the lessons would start. She really looked forward to getting rid of her father until Christmas break. And then, she thought, Jane did nothing but talk about these huge underground workshops...
A figure stepped between her and the sun .
"Jane! Move out, I'm trying to get a tan!" she joked.
Jane laughed hard. "I had an offer for you, but since you're so busy..." she said with a grin.
Emily stood up. "What's that?"
"It's a surprise! Come on!"
Ten minutes later, the three Stanford sisters sat in Jane's convertible while she drove towards the city center, en route to an afternoon of shopping.
"How did you convince dad to let us go?" Emily asked Jane, her hair waving in the wind.
"I told him you had to buy something for school. He gave me the credit card, and said he didn't want to know. I think that deep down, Emily's growing on him"
They tried clothes on, chatted about boys and ate ice cream. Mary was so glad to get to do grown up stuff with her sisters. Emily even found herself blushing when she noticed that the ice cream shop's waiter, a boy around seventeen, kept throwing furtive glances at her legs. She hoped it didn't show, with her dark skin.
In the end, they all went together to see a movie at the cinema before returning home. One happy afternoon, as any three sisters.
"Got everything? " Edgar asked, placing the hat on his forehead.
Emily and Jane looked at him and nodded, then each took turns hugging first Mary and then their father.
Edgar hesitated when about to hug Emily, but eventually let himself go.
The girls stepped on the train with their suitcases, waving goodbye to their family.
A new year was about to begin. And everything, Emily thought, was going to be perfect.