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To Oz and Back
By Heather St. Claire
The endless horizon of the Kansas plains stretched before Danny Gale. It was
a beautiful evening, the sky a rich golden hue as the sun set, and as he
stood on the porch of his family's white farmhouse, Danny could savor the
beauty of the land. Most of the time, the 14-year-old couldn't help feel that
the vastness of the horizon was mocking him...although the plains seemed to
go on forever, his life was lived within tightly constricted limits.
It was just Danny and his father at the farm, ever since his beloved older
sister had gone off to college two years before, and his mother had died
after a brief bout with cancer the year after that. His father wasn't exactly
a cold man, but he found it hard to show affection, and all of his energies
were devoted to keeping the farm going. Being a family farmer in this age of
corporate mechanization was long, difficult work.
Danny was a freshman in high school and showed great intellectual promise,
especially in math and science, but he wondered whether he would ever have a
chance to fulfill that promise. He only had limited time to study, as he had
to spend several hours every day after school helping his father on the farm
and around the house; and Frank Gale had already made it clear that college
was out of the question for his son.
"It's fine for your sister, but a man should earn his bread by the sweat of
his brow." Danny often cried himself to sleep, missing his mother, missing
his sister, mourning his lost future. He didn't want to be a farmer; he had
no interest in sports or any typical male activities; he longed for the
gentleness, love and warmth of the women who were gone from his life; but
that all seemed to be out of his grasp forever.
Often, alone in his darkened room at night, Danny Gale retreated into the
world of fantasy. He had loved the "Oz" books as a child; he was especially
attracted to them because of a family legend that L. Frank Baum had based
Dorothy Gale on a real little girl, a great-aunt of his.
Even as he got older, he found himself returning again and again to the
magical fantasy land of these books. One night, he was re-reading the second
book, "The Marvelous Land of Oz," and found the tale of the transformation of
the boy Tip into the lovely Princess Ozma. In the story, it turned out that
Ozma had been born a girl, and so was only being returned to her rightful
form...but at that point Danny began to fantasize about being turned into a
girl. How wonderful and special it would feel! He read the words again and
again..."...from the couch arose the form of a young girl, fresh and
beautiful as a May morning. Her eyes sparkled as two diamonds, and her lips
were tinted like a tourmaline. All adown her back floated tresses of ruddy
gold, with a slender jeweled circlet confining them at the brow. Her robes of
silken gauze floated around her like a cloud, and dainty satin slippers shod
her feet." He closed his eyes and held the book tightly, imagining himself as
the lovely Ozma. How wonderful it felt!
But in real life, Danny experienced few sensations that he would consider to
be female...with the exception of keeping care of the house, a duty that had
devolved on him. Every Saturday, he rose early to do the dusting and
vacuuming; every evening, he carefully prepared a meal for himself and his
father..
On those Saturdays when his father went into town, Danny would take one of
his mother's old housedresses out of the closet and put in on; he would tie
one of her aprons over it. Dressed this way, he would imagine that he was a
young farm wife.
Now that would be a nice life, he thought; raising a couple of great kids,
keeping a happy home, helping to manage the business; that way, he could put
to use some of those math skills that seemed to come to him so naturally. On
a few special days, when he had known his father had a long list of errands,
he would put on a pair of his mother's stockings, and some of her makeup;
then the illusion of transformation would be even more vivid.
Somehow, Danny kept telling himself, somehow, a miracle would happen, and his
dreams would come true. But as the sad days stretched into weeks and months,
he began to lose hope. He kept about his studies, farm work and homework with
a sense of duty, but an increasing feeling of despair.
One Saturday, Danny's father had gone into town to buy supplies, and Danny
was busying himself with housework. He was so absorbed in the cleaning, that
he didn't realize how dark things had become outside. Only when the music on
the radio was interrupted by a news bulletin, did he suddenly take notice.
A tornado alert had been issued! Danny knew the drill....he should head for
the storm cellar right away. But somehow, he couldn't even find the strength
to move in that direction. He just sat on his bed, clutching his pet cat,
Lucky, and watching the skies darken as the twister moved steadily closer.
The cat squirmed as the noise grew more intense; then the lights flickered
and all was dark. I'm probably going to die, and I don't care, the deeply
depressed boy thought to himself. At least I'm going to see mother again. But
at that moment, the window of his room was blown in; although he managed to
dodge the flying shards of glass, his head was caught a glancing blow by a
chunk of the wooden frame, and he was knocked senseless for a moment.
Danny came to, and felt a strange sensation; it was as if the house was
moving! He went to the window and saw that he was right....the Gale house had
been picked up by the tornado and was being carried to....God know where? Oz?
Maybe they'd wind up in Oz.....
After what seemed like the longest time, the Gale house came crashing down,
more or less in one piece. Still holding onto Lucky, Danny cautiously crept
to the front door, opened it, and found a land he had never seen
before....yet one he knew intimately.....the Land of Oz.
While his great-aunt Dorothy had landed well east of the Emerald City, on the
outskirts of Munchkin Country, he had been luckier; Danny's house had come
crashing down in the heart of Winkie Country, just west of the great green
paradise.
Danny saw a structure that he immediately recognized as the Tin Woodman's
castle; he knew that the Wizard had appointed the Woodsman as absolute
monarch of this part of Oz. Some part of him kept telling himself that this
wasn't really happening, that it was all a strangely vivid dream, but he
pressed on nevertheless, and soon found himself in the presence of the man of
metal and his good friend, the Scarecrow.
The Woodsman smiled. "I see the winds have brought us another visitor from
the outside world. Where do you hail from, young man? What's your name?"
"I'm from Kansas, your majesty," Danny said softly. "My name's Danny Gale."
The scarecrow's face registered surprise. "Kansas? Gale? You're not any
relation to our Dorothy, are you?" He placed a finger to his head, got a
distant look, and said, "I can't quite figure the odds against that, but they
must be astronomical."
Danny smiled and said respectfully, "She was my great-aunt, sir."
Now Woodsman and Scarecrow looked at each other with surprise and joy. "I
assume you've never met her, son," the Woodsman said.
"No sir," Danny said. "She vanished many, many years before I was born."
"Well, she may have vanished from your world, but didn't you know she came
here to live permanently with her Auntie Em and Uncle Henry? Would you like
to meet her?"
Now it was Danny's turn to be astonished. "Then the legends are true? She's
really here?"
"Yes," the Woodsman said. "She lives in the palace at the Emerald City with
her good friend, Queen Ozma. Would you like us to journey there with you?"
"Would I?" Danny exclaimed. "Let's go!"
Before too long, the trio had set out on the short journey to the great city
at the heart of Oz.
"If you're expecting the kind of exciting adventures your Great-aunt had
here, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, Danny," the Scarecrow said. "The
last wicked witch died many years ago."
Danny looked around at the strange world he had been dropped into. "Well, if
you can call a world with flying monkeys and talking trees unexciting."
The Woodsman and Scarecrow both chuckled. "You have a point, there," the
Woodsman said.
"Just meeting her will be enough of a thrill. And maybe she can find a way to
help me get back to Kansas. Say, how old is she? I think it's been almost 100
years since she disappeared."
"You'll find that time does not pass in Oz the way it does in your world."
the Scarecrow counseled. "Of course for beings who aren't flesh and blood
like the Woodsman and myself, we never age at all. Regular people age much
more slowly. Both Dorothy and Queen Ozma are young women now."
The distinguished trio soon found themselves being ushered down the long hall
of the palace and into the presence of Dorothy and Ozma.
The royal page sounded a long, thin trumpet and announced, "His Royal
Majesty, the King of the Winkies, the Tim Woodsman; the Scarecrow; and Master
Danny Gale of Kansas."
The trio bowed before Queen Ozma's radiant beauty. Danny thought that if
anything, Baum's description had failed to do her justice. Of course, he had
been describing a young girl; this was a fully- grown woman, who appeared to
be in her mid-20s; she had a perfectly-proportioned figure; long, shapely
legs that flowed into her curvy hips and teardrop shaped hips; a lovely, slim
waist; two perfectly shaped and sized globes for breasts, long, elegant arms;
and an incredibly delicate, heart-shaped face. Her golden hair was now held
in place by a diamond tiara; and she was still clothed in the most wonderful
filmy gauze robes.
"Welcome to Oz, Danny," Ozma said sweetly. "It's good to see you again, my
old friends," she added, nodding to the Scarecrow and Woodsman.
Standing next to Ozma's throne was a small, lovely young woman, who still
kept a large bow in her hair. Although he had never met her in his life,
Danny knew that this must be Dorothy. "Hello, Danny," Dorothy said. "I, more
than anyone here, know how far you've come to visit us."
"Amazing," Ozma said. "Who would have thought history could repeat itself?
Well, I should have listened better when my tutor, the woggle-bug, was trying
to teach history to me..." the Queen was lost in thoughts of her youth for a
moment, but quickly snapped out of her reverie. "Well, what can we do for you
Danny? I assume you'd like to go home....but perhaps you'd like to have a
chance to tour our land and get to know your Aunt Dorothy, first."
Danny nodded. "Yes, your majesty. I would like that very much."
"Good then! You must be famished! How about supper?" And without waiting for
an answer, Ozma signaled to two of her courtiers; soon Ozma, the Scarecrow
and Woodsman were escorted to one private dining room, while Dorothy and
Danny were led to another.
"I can't believe I'm here, and that this is all real," Danny said. "You know,
it's all just a legend in the outside world."
"I know," Dorothy said, smiling. "I used to go back for brief visits every
now and then. But when Auntie Em and Uncle Henry both passed away a few years
ago, I just no longer felt the need. I guess Oz is my home now."
Danny was digging into the meal with gusto. He didn't recognize the food, but
thought it delicious nevertheless. "Aunt Dorothy? What is this?"
Dorothy grinned. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"O-K." There was a long pause. "Aunt Dorothy....is there any chance I don't
have to go home? Is there any reason why I can't stay here in Oz?"
The young woman's face had a look of genuine concern. "Now Danny, what's
wrong with life back in Kansas? Coming here was right for me, but you have a
whole life ahead of you. Tell me what you don't want to go back to, please,
maybe I can help."
"Oh, I wish you could," Danny said fighting back tears.
"Please try," Dorothy said tenderly. And with that encouragement, the whole,
sad story of Danny's life came spilling out, between tears. "So that's
it....I want to be a girl.....Maybe you can send me home, but you can't send
me back a girl, can you?"
Dorothy had a thoughtful look on her face. "Hey, Danny, I'm not going to make
any promises, but remember where you are? A land of magic! If anyone can help
you, Glinda can!"
------
That night, Danny went to bed in the softest, most comfortable bed he had
ever imagined. Despite that, he found it hard to sleep; Ozma had agreed to
summon Glinda, the witch of the north; although like Dorothy, she made no
promises. Danny dreamed of home, and dreamed of being a girl; but it all had
a surreal quality that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Finally, it was morning. Danny found a couple of manservants waiting to help
him with his bath and dressing. The feeling of luxury was so pleasant, he
thought once again about asking if he could stay. Why not live life over the
rainbow? But he knew that Dorothy was right, that his destiny was still back
home....
Soon, Danny, Dorothy and Glinda were waiting on the balcony of the palace.
The trio watched anxiously until the great bubble (he couldn't think of a
better way to describe it) arrived carrying the good witch. Glinda's
loveliness was apparent; but her radiant goodness was particularly amazing.
Danny felt that he had never been in the presence of such kindness, or such
power.
"Greetings your majesty, hello again Dorothy," Glinda said, "Who is your
young friend?"
Dorothy introduced Danny, and explained how he had duplicated her amazing
journey from Kansas of almost a century before. She also told of the deep
sadness in his life, and his overwhelming desire to be female. Danny felt his
cheeks burning with embarrassment as this most intimate secret was revealed;
he looked down at the paving stones of the patio. When he glanced up, and saw
the look of loving tenderness in Glinda's face, he couldn't help but cry; but
they were tears of happiness.
"So can you help me?" he said.
"I think so," she said softly. Then, turning to Dorothy, she asked, "Do you
still have the ruby slippers?" "Yes," Dorothy said. "Even though I don't use
them anymore, I have kept them. They hold a lot of memories," she added,
smiling.
"Can you bring them now, please?" Glinda asked.
Dorothy hurried to her chambers in the palace, and returned with the gleaming
red shoes. "Here they are!" she said.
"Do you mind if Danny uses them for her trip home?" Glinda asked.
"Not at all," Dorothy said. "I've finished with them....I hope they can bring
him some happiness."
A smiling Glinda said, "Oh, I think they will."
Ozma raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, her?"
"Danny will just have to wait and see," Glinda said. Turning to the young
man, she said, "Now put on the slippers." He did, looking self -conscious
about putting the obviously feminine shoes on his masculine feet. Holding
onto Lucky tightly, he looked at the three women, who gazed at him with a
feeling of happy expectation. "Your Majesty...Glinda....Aunt Dorothy....It's
been so wonderful to meet you all....I don't know how I can thank you for ll
you've done for me." His face was bright with tears.
Glide held her wand aloft and told Danny, "Now close your eyes, and click
your heels together three times, and say to yourself, 'I'm going home to a
new life.'"
Danny did as he was told, and felt the world around him beginning to
swirl....then things went black.
------
A tall, attractive young woman woke up in the Red Cross emergency shelter.
Danielle Gale appeared to be about 21 years old; she was about 5 feet, 10
inches tall, had long, shapely legs, a trim bottom, and two large breasts.
Her soft, heart shaped face was framed by wavy blonde hair that fell to her
shoulders.
Danielle had suffered a bump on the head during the storm, and had been found
about halfway between her father's now-destroyed house and the road. She was
still unconscious as a nurse came to check on her; the woman thought how
oddly Danielle was attired; a rather plain housedress; and elaborate red
jeweled slippers! Oh well...who know what she had been doing when the storm
hit? Perhaps she grabbed the first pair of shoes that were handy.....
The nurse's thoughts were interrupted by a groan from Danielle. The young
woman's eyelids flickered, then opened. "Where....where am I? What happened?"
she muttered.
"Easy, Danielle, you're in a shelter. You had a bad bump on your head, but
you're okay otherwise."
Danielle slowly sat up, gently feeling the spot where she had been hit on the
head--it was the same place where the fragment of the wind had hit him--her?
Oh my God! It had happened! It was all really true! Glinda had sent her
home...but in a woman's body! But why was she older? What was going on?
"How did you know my name?" Danielle asked.
"Oh, your younger sister and your father found you and brought you
here...they'll be really glad to know you're okay."
As she watched her father and sister advancing toward her with smiles and
tears, Danielle's clouded memory began to clear a bit. Oh yes! Not only was
she now female, but she was the oldest...she had graduated from Kansas State
this year with a dual degree in home economics and business.....sis was a
sophomore there....Dad had a hired hand at the farm.
Danielle looked at her sister, who was crying tears of joy at the realization
she was safe. "Oh, sis!" she said, throwing her arms around her and sobbing.
"There, there," Danielle said. "I'm just fine. It was quite a scare for all
of us." She looked up at her beaming father. "Oh, honey, it would have just
broken my heart if anything had happened to you," he said. "Not to mention
what it would have done to Jerry."
Jerry? Who was Jerry? Oh......her finance!
Just at that moment, she saw a tall, dark handsome stranger come running
toward her. He had to be 6 feet 2, maybe 6 feet, 3 inches tall, with short
curly black hair, flashing blue eyes, a chiseled chin, broad shoulders, a
washboard stomach, and a nice, tight butt.
But he wasn't a stranger....he was the man she had been dating for the past
three years...the man she had spent the last year engaged to...the man she
would marry in just a few weeks.....the man whose children she would
bear...the man who she would spent the rest of her life with.
As Danielle wrapped her arms around Jerry's neck and placed a passionate kiss
on his lips, she thought to herself that her Aunt Dorothy had been
right....there really was no place like home!
The End
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