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A Transgender Fairytale
by Tanya Sissipus
"Oh!"
I steered my bike back onto the path, then turned and waved to the old
woman. Usually, I just ignored people like that, but it was far too nice a
day for complaints. Rude as it seemed for the elderly group to be walking
three abreast down such a narrow path, this afternoon I'd give them the
benefit of the doubt.
Unlike the hot, humid July that Mother Nature had seen fit to curse us
with, August was turning out to be surprisingly pleasant. Daily highs
were hovering around the 80-degree mark. There was just enough cloud
cover to provide a little bit of shade. And there'd been a light, constant
breeze for almost a week now. Of course, it wasn't likely to last, but I
intended to make the best of it while I could.
"Hi there."
"Hello." I smiled at the passing jogger, then started pedalling harder as I
approached the familiar slope ahead. While the trail was laid out in such a
way as to allow for a casual pace, I always liked to challenge myself a bit.
Sure, the scenery by the river was great -- and I loved the lack of traffic --
but I was looking for a little exercise.
A short while later I veered off the path again, only this time it was to
weave my way through the parking lot beside it. This was easily the
busiest place along the Parkway during the summer, so common sense
dictated I leave the trail to the wandering pedestrians. Besides, the bike-
racks were on the far side of the parking lot, so I'd have had to leave the
trail in a few minutes anyway.
As soon as I finished locking up my bike, I headed back down the slope
and through what had to be the best picnic-area south of Toronto. It was
well away from the road, clean, spacious, and (of course) had an amazing
view. The far right side of it looked down upon the Whirlpool itself, while
the rest of it offered an unbroken glimpse of the rapids far below. For
some, the view was a little daunting, but there were plenty of forest trails
to explore without ever coming near the water.
"Mmmm." I caught the smell of barbecue hotdogs wafting my way and
smiled again. It was so tempting to just walk over and jokingly ask for a
bite, but the last time I'd tried that I'd ended up with an invitation to lunch.
And trust me, there's no tactful way to refuse an Arab family's hospitality
without seeming rude!
Then again, the father HAD been a wonderful cook . . .
I grinned at myself and kept on walking.
The winding metal stairs that climbed down the first part of the
Escarpment were - thankfully - empty. I usually liked to jog down them at
decent pace, but far too often found myself behind a pack of dawdling
tourists. Whether they were nervous of the height or just gawking at the
view, it only took a couple people to hold everyone else back.
Once I hit the bottom, I was in my element. There were literally dozens of
marked trails that snaked their way along the river, but - as always - I
preferred to make my own. So, picking a gap in the trees at random, I
squeezed through and started the lengthy journey down to the water's
edge.
If you really pushed yourself to carve a direct path down, the river was
roughly a fifteen-minute hike away. However, if you just took your time
wandering along - like I usually did - it was easily a half-hour trek or
more. Of course, that's assuming you wanted to go down at all. A straight
hike to either the left or right could keep you busy for days.
"Ah, this is the life." Deep in the trees, away from the tourists, was like
another world. It was almost like wandering through a storybook, which
was part of the reason I enjoyed it so much. With no distractions and a
world of inspiration around me, I was free to dream like nowhere else. It
was a rare day indeed that I didn't come home with a few pages of fresh
ideas scrawled in my little notebook.
Before long the atmosphere was that of twilight - dark, still, and filled
with the sounds of crickets. The only illumination came from thin shafts
of sunlight that pierced through the centuries-old canopy of green high
above. Strangely, though, the staccato passage between light and shadow
sharpened everything around me, giving the world an almost surreal
appearance.
"Hi."
Startled out of my daydreaming, I stopped and looked behind me. It had
sounded like a young boy calling me, but I was alone. There hadn't been
anybody else on the makeshift trail - I was sure of it. The trees were so
thick to my right, there was no way anybody could have seen me through
them. And with a three-ton glacial boulder to my left . . . well, that was
out too.
"Hi."
There it was again, but there was nobody around. This was just a little
eerie. Bewildered, I decided to sit down and take a swallow from the
bottle of Coke strapped over my shoulder. Who knows, maybe I was just
dehydrated.
"Hey! Be careful, please."
I swallowed awkwardly, then looked down and laughed. What else could
I do? Apparently, I was sharing my rocky seat with a . . . well, a little
fairy of some sort. He was about 4 inches tall, with wild black hair, and
was dressed in a tiny grey robe that I swore had been cut from a squirrel.
"Why, hello there, little fella."
I held out my finger towards him, then watched in surprise as he grabbed
onto the end and hoisted himself onto my hand. The little guy was almost
weightless, but I could feel him - which meant he really WAS there.
"Hi." His voice was soft and clear, but not shrill or piercing - like I would
have expected from someone so tiny. "My name's Daffyd," he told me.
"What's yours?"
I grinned. "Pleased to meet you, Daffyd. My name's Robert."
He cocked his head to the side and stared, reminding me of an old man for
some reason. "Robert?" he asked me. "No, that's not right . . ."
I couldn't help it - I had to laugh. "Really? And how would a fairy be
knowing my name?"
This time it was Daffyd's turn to laugh. "I'm not a fairy, silly. Only
mommies can be fairies." He stood up and poked a finger into his chest.
"I'm a pixie."
Slowly, carefully, I raised him up for a better look. For the most part, he
looked like a miniature human boy, but there were some striking
differences. His skin was almost golden, and it seemed to glisten in the
artificial twilight. His bright blue eyes were definitely oversized, and he
had very high, very sharp cheekbones.
"My apologies, Daffyd. I didn't know."
Just then, a shrill scream cut through the woods. Rather than ringing in
my ears, though, it penetrated right through my skull and echoed around
inside. I flinched at the sound, but somehow managed to keep from
dropping my little friend.
"I don't know how you found him, but get away from my child!"
Still fighting the effects of her screech, I looked up to see a second fairy
streaking towards me. She was a full six inches tall, with fiery orange
hair, the same golden flesh, and diaphanous wings of blue.
She was also incredibly beautiful, but her snarl of rage didn't give me time
to appreciate that.
"No! Don't hurt him, Momma! Please - he's my friend!"
The fairy snapped to a halt and hovered before my face, her wings
flittering so fast they were a blur. "But he's a man, darling. I told you to
stay away from their kind."
Daffyd scurried up my arm and giggled. "He's not a man, Momma." He
perched himself on my shoulder, grabbing a strand of hair to steady
himself. "He's my friend."
She stared at me for a long moment, then frowned. "You know, he's
right. You don't smell like a man." She floated closer, then frowned
again. "Very odd."
I believed her. Maybe it was magic, maybe it was a sixth-sense, or maybe
it was just sheer coincidence. Then again, maybe the desire to share my
secrets was so strong, any excuse would do. Regardless, I honestly FELT
like she could see the truth . . . so I explained.
"I don't know how, but you're right." I shifted backward and invited
Daffyd's mother to join us. "Please, let me explain. For starters, my name
is Robert."
My little friend giggled. "It's not."
"I am Debranella. Go on."
"Thank you." I had expected to feel awkward or afraid, but it wasn't like
that. For some reason, I sensed she was someone I could open up to.
"Well, I guess you could call me a transsexual, but I've never felt that was
enough. You see, I was born male, and everyone treats me like a guy, but
that's not who I am. Inside, where the real me is, I'm a woman."
Debranella looked confused, but intrigued.
"It's hard to explain what it's like. It's not really something you know.
It's more something you feel. Ever since I was a child, things just felt
wrong. I never fit in with boys my age. I knew who I was SUPPOSED to
be, what everyone else EXPECTED, but it . . . well, it wasn't me."
"If you could explain it with one sentence," the fairy asked, "what would
it be?"
I thought about it for a moment, then nodded softly to myself. "I've a
woman's soul, and a woman's mind, trapped inside a man's body."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Daffyd? Could you please hop down for a few
moments?"
The young pixie must have sensed something in her voice, because he
was down in a flash. I didn't even see him go. He was simply there one
moment, and gone the next.
"May I try something?" Debranella asked. "It's rather personal, but I have
a feeling it might help you to understand."
I felt a twinge of nervousness, but shrugged it away. "Please, go right
ahead."
She shot backward in surprise. "You trust me so easily?"
"You trusted me not to hard Daffyd," I replied. "It would be rude not to
give you the same respect in return."
Slowly, she floated back before my face. Her fairy-flesh dazzled me as it
caught a thin ray of sunshine. "He's right," she told me. "You are most
definitely not a man."
I wasn't sure how to respond, but once she began to smile, I grinned right
back. She'd finally accepted me as a friend, and I was more than happy to
do the same.
With that accomplished, she floated closer and closer until she could
gently straddle my nose. Her touch tickled me in a pleasant way, and the
breeze from her wings was lovingly gentle. When she started to hum, it
was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.
"Oh my."
She sounded shocked, and that bothered me more than I cared to admit.
"What?" I asked. "What is it?"
"You . . . you have a fairy soul." Debranella shook her head, then kissed
the tip of my nose. "Please, may I look deeper?"
I nodded, and she began to hum again.
It was a long while before she stopped. "I think I need to sit down. You
have quite a story inside you."
"Please," I offered, "let me." First checking to make sure Daffyd wasn't
behind me, I scooted back until I could bend my knees and plant my feet
on the rock. Then, patting them softly, I said, "You'll be safe here, I
promise."
"Thank you."
The instant she sat down, my pixie friend emerged from hiding to plant
himself on the other knee. "See?" he grinned. "I told you he wasn't a
man. I told you he was my friend."
"Daffyd. Hush. Your friend and I have to talk." She turned her face up to
me and . . . and paused. Three times she started to open her mouth, and
three times she just looked away. When she was ready, she began.
"What I'm about to tell you started with a fairy named Gwendolyn."
Daffyd's eyes lit up. "Oooh! Pretty name."
"Daffyd. Please."
"Yes, Momma."
The fairy continued. "Gwendolyn was pregnant with her first child, but
she was also dying. Fairies are at their most vulnerable when carrying a
child, and some mortal taint had crept into her flesh. So, frightened and
confused, she left us to seek her end . . . elsewhere."
I could see that the idea of death really bothered Debranella, but I didn't
want to interrupt. The suggestion that the stories might be true, that fairies
really were immortal was fascinating. Still, it clearly wasn't the time for
such questions.
"Somewhere along the line, Gwendolyn accepted the mortal taint inside
her. What she couldn't accept, however, was the idea of losing her child.
Fairies do not give birth very often, and her child was to be the first in
nearly a century for her family. It was a . . . a very difficult time for her."
Almost too quiet for me to hear, Daffyd sighed. "Sad lady."
"Yes." I agreed with him. "Very sad."
Daffyd's mother continued as if we hadn't said a word. "By the end, she
was in rough shape. Her magic was all but gone. She'd lost her wings.
She'd lost her shimmer." Tears in her eyes, Debranella said, "Animals --
cats for Titania's sake -- could see her!"
My pixie friend and I both shuddered at the thought of what a cat could do
to someone so tiny.
"That was when she found your mother. Your mother was nearly eight
months pregnant with you, and the birthing magic was very strong. So
strong that Gwendolyn sensed it even in her weakened state. It was like a
beacon to her, a chance to save the child she'd already feared lost." Her
voice dropped to a whisper, but I had no problem hearing her words.
"With her dying breath, she placed the magic of her child inside your
mother's womb."
"What happened next, Momma?"
I silently thanked Daffyd for asking the question, as I was too entranced to
speak myself.
"The magic was supposed to remain dormant inside you - and your sons,
if necessary -- only to be released with the birth of your first female
descendant. Gwendolyn knew the magic might remain trapped forever,
but it was the only choice she had. Faced with the death of herself AND
her child, it was . . . the best she could do."
We remained silent for a very long time, mourning the sacrifice of a fairy
who had clearly touched us all deeply. Even Daffyd, my cheerful little
friend, seemed withdrawn and sad.
Finally, though, I had to ask. "Debranella? You said the magic was
'supposed' to remain dormant."
"Yes."
"But it didn't?"
"No."
"So . . . you're saying I've a boy's mortal flesh, but the soul of a fairy
inside me? That I really have two mothers -- one mortal and one fairy?
That I'm really NOT what everyone expects me to be?" Despite the
tragedy of Gwendolyn's story, I had to smile. "That's actually quite a
relief for me."
Gently, almost timidly, she returned my smile. "You're not angry?"
"Not at all. I think it's wonderful - not that she's dead, but that I'm
helping to carry on her legacy. It's . . . it's a wonderful responsibility."
With that, Daffyd hopped back onto my shoulder and giggled. "Momma?"
"Yes, darling?"
"You can help him, can't you?" He giggled again and nestled against my
neck. "I know you can, Momma!"
Debranella looked up at me and nodded softly. "If you want me to, then I
CAN help."
There was no doubt in mind. After years of depression and confusion,
here was a chance to finally be happy. No matter how bizarre and fantastic
the story might seem the next morning, at that moment I believed - and I
trusted her implicitly.
I nodded. "Yes. Please."
"There are two ways that we can make things right." She floated up from
my knee, her wings weaving transient works of art in the air. "First, I can
tame the fairy magic and make it dormant again. You would finally
become the boy you were originally destined to be."
"And the other way?"
"The other way would be to release the magic now, to make it the
dominant force in your life." To my amazement, the colour woven by her
wings brightened as she came to rest upon my knee again. "You would
become instead the fairy-child of Gwendolyn's destiny."
"Wow. That's . . . a big decision." I moved to stretch my legs, then
paused. "Would you mind if I got up for a moment? Might help me
think."
"Of course."
I waited for Debranella to climb back into the air, then gently regained my
feet. Daffyd seemed determined to ride things out on my shoulder, so I
paced the clearing slowly, not wanting to risk dropping him.
"You've offered me my dreams," I said, "but it's not an easy decision. As
much as I feel like a woman, as much as I've always felt the need to be a
woman, I can't help but have doubts. I mean, what if I really WAS meant
to be a boy? What if I could be happy that way?" Frustrated, I sat back
down. "I just don't know."
"May I help you decide?"
"Of course."
She began to hum again, but this time the music made me swoon. Just as I
thought I'd come crashing down, though, a shudder ran through my body
and everything was okay. Actually, it was more than okay - I felt good, I
felt whole for the first time in my life.
And, from the way Daffyd was clapping his hands in delight, I obviously
wasn't the only one who sensed it.
"Whoa." I looked across the clearing and gasped.
"You said it, hon." I looked back across the clearing and gasped again.
There I was, staring at myself, but NOT at myself. I was one mother's
son and another mother's daughter -- both at the same time. Two
insubstantial souls floating in the forest, their wispy fingers almost-but-
not-quite melting where they touched.
The part of me that was born of fairy spoke first. She apologised for the
years of depression, taking full responsibility for my pain. Tears in her
eyes, she didn't ask me to understand -- only to forgive. Finally, her
translucent body growing ever dimmer, she offered to sleep until her time
should come.
My other self shook his head and refused. He wouldn't blame me for
something I had no control over. Neither would he watch my magic be
snuffed out, simply because it had proven inconvenient. His mist-
shrouded form already dissipating into the air, he asked that I let him fade
instead.
With matching smiles, we faded back into myself, once again leaving two
souls to inhabit one body. There was but a brief moment of disorientation,
and then we were back to normal.
I was back to normal
Whatever normal was.
"So?" Debranella asked. "Did your heart-to-heart provide any insights?"
I nodded. "It did, my lady. It did at that."
"Well?" Daffyd asked. "You can tell me, really. Friends always share
secrets. That's a forever thing."
I joined him in a laugh. If I hadn't already made up my mind, then his
innocent honestly would have done it for me. As it was, I knew I was
making the right decision.
"You know," I whispered, "I really think I could be happy either way."
He screwed up his little pixie nose and frowned. "What kind of answer
his that?"
"The last one that Robert will ever give," I smiled. Leaving him to guess
the rest, I held out my palm and invited his mother to rest a moment.
"While I might very well have been happy as a man, that would mean
wasting the gift that my mother - mothers - have bestowed upon me. The
world has more than its fair share of men, just as it has more than its fair
share of mortals. What it can always use is a little more magic."
Both Daffyd and Debranella nodded.
"I must warn you that not even I know what will happen once the magic is
given free reign," she said. "You might end up a mortal woman with tiny
wings, a wrinkled old witch, or even a glitter-skinned pygmy." Despite
the weight of her warning, though, she smiled. "Whichever it is, you will
be free."
"Whichever it is, I thank you."
"Your mother would be proud."
Entranced by the strange reflection staring back at me from the rippling
waters, I nodded softly. She - rather, I - stood slightly less than six inches
tall, with brilliant green eyes and luxurious curls of violet cascading down
past my waist. My skin was a more subtle shade of gold than Daffyd's,
and lacked much of Debranella's glitter, but my wings . . . they were a
translucent blue, nearly half again as large as those of my fairy
benefactress.
"Yes, very proud." A slight catch in her voice, Debranella said, "You look
. . . just like her."
I understood now why she had seen so clearly inside me. Her instincts . .
. her insights . . . all the things she knew about my mother - it all made
sense now. Reluctantly, I turned away from my reflection and took her
delicate hands in mine.
To my surprise, she was trembling.
"You loved her very much, didn't you?"
She nodded. "Yes. Gwendolyn was special to me. It . . . it wasn't easy
watching her go."
We stood there for a long moment, surrounded by an almost supernatural
stillness. The birds had silenced themselves, the wind had gently died
away, and even the roaring rapids seemed to be constraining themselves to
a whisper. If Nature truly possessed a soul of its own, then it seemed to
be mourning along with us.
"Debranella?"
"Yes, dear?"
I took a deep breath and swallowed. "I was sad for a very long time . . .
and never really knew how to stop being sad. Nobody every offered me
the chance to open up. There was never really anybody there to see inside
me like you did. I . . . I don't want to start out like that again." I gripped
her hands a little more firmly. "Can . . . can you teach me how to love?"
No sooner had the words left my mouth, and Daffyd was hugging me
tight. His little arms were wrapped around my waist, and his head was
nestled gently beneath my breasts. "You're the most prettiest friend I've
ever had," he told me. "You're as pretty as Momma."
His mother smiled, the tears in her eyes matching my own. "It looks like
you're doing quite well on your own." She hoisted the cheerful little pixie
into her arms, then stepped forward to include me in the embrace. "But
yes . . . I'd like that very much."
For the first time in my life, I returned someone else's love without
worrying over what the future might bring. I even risked initiating a kiss,
which she returned with an affection that tasted more of passion than I had
ever known.
Finally, with Daffyd clambering into my arms, we took to the air and
flittered our way home.
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i know, it's probably not at all what you were expecting (grin). Even the
sexiest sissy likes to just kick back and feel all warm and fuzzy, which is
exactly the kind of mood that inspired this little tale. As always, i hope
you enjoyed it, and look forward to hearing from you at
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(the end)
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