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Time Tells All
By Rpmbob
I couldn't believe that tonight would be the night. The
night of my first transformation. The true initiation to
becoming a were. This night would change my life forever. A
"were" is a bit like a werewolf, it is someone that
transforms into a different creature one night a month.
There are many different kinds of weres; there are "mysts",
weres that transform into a mystical creature,
prehistorics, (or "pres" for short) weres that transform
into a prehistoric creature (such as a dinosaur). My mother
Linda is a normal were, she transforms into a tiger, and my
father John is a myst, he transforms into a white unicorn.
My older sister Jenny who just turned 17, is also a normal
were, she transforms into a barn owl.
I am fifteen, the year of all first transformations for
weres. All of us were sitting in the living room, with
robes on because of the anticipated transformations that we
knew were going to occur. My father on his favored
recliner, smiling slightly at and looking very nervous. My
father is about 6 foot 2, and has brownish, black hair with
a mustache and a bit of a five o clock shadow on his face
right now. My mother was sitting next to me on the couch.
She is about 5 foot 5, also with brown hair. Not bad
looking for a 35-year-old woman who has had two kids. She
looks at me with a nervous smile, and her eyes dart around
my face searching for a reading of thoughts or feelings.
I am about 5 foot 8, with a skinny yet well-toned body like
my father and a face resembling both my mother and father.
I looked over at my sister Jenny, with her crossed arms,
obviously curious as to what I am to transform into, but
not overly happy for my major event. I don't expect her to
be, we are always getting on each other's nerves like most
brothers and sisters. She has blond hair like her
grandmother, and a face like my fathers. She stands about
two inches shorter than me at 5 foot 6. She gives me a look
that could almost be translated to saying good luck. I
smiled back at her.
It is completely silent and only the ticking of the clock
is heard as we wait in anticipation of the newly accepted
were. The clock stands tall at 5 feet and is elaborately
carved from oak and cherry, and dates back to the 15th
century coming from our ancestors in Europe. The clock was
a huge symbol in our life, all the time reminding us of our
unique condition. Opposed to what the legend and stories
say about weres, we do not morph every time we see a full
moon. Actually the transformation is timed very precisely
at 9:00 pm on the night of a full moon, and ends somewhere
around 5:00 in the morning.
The last thing I hear is my dad saying good luck and
feeling my mother squeezing my and as I look up to see the
clock turn to 9:00. I think I almost see a tear in my
father's eyes as the clock changes. The next thing I
realize is that I am hunched over in pain as I hear the old
grandfather clock sound 9 times. I can feel my muscles and
bones shifting and my insides are burning with pain. I
close my eyes and grip the carpet to bear the pain, and
soon everything goes black.
***
I woke up to see a tiger, a unicorn, and an owl sitting on
the tigers shoulder all looking down on me. It only took a
half of a second to remember what had happened. But why? It
never should have been that painful. And then I remembered.
What was I? For the first time I realized that I felt
really weird. Like everything was wrong. I sat up and felt
weight on my chest restricting my breathing, and something
tickling my back and neck. I realized that I still had
hands, human hands! I stared down at my body and saw the
body of a girl about my age, with moderate sized breasts
and a small waist and girlish hips and small feet and the
whole works, and then it hit me that this girl was me!
"Oh God..." I whispered, and was greeted by a girlish voice
to match the body. "Oh my God." I said a little louder.
"What the hell happened?" I said. "Why am I a girl?" I
asked to no one in particular.
"But you're not just a girl. You're a dryad! A wood elf!"
Where was that voice coming from? I looked around and
remembered that it must be my father. He has the ability to
communicate through the mind.
"Michael, can you hear me?"
"Yeah dad, I can hear you." I said. That was pretty
unusual, not many share the same gift that my father has,
and what was even more unusual is that I'm a myst!
"How are you? How do you feel? You must have gone through a
lot of pain!" my father said.
"I'm fine dad. I'm just really, well, freaked, I guess."
I could feel the gentle nuzzle of my mothers head against
my neck. It was warm and comforting, helping me a little to
get through this. I started to stand up and I felt my hair
and breasts sway in consequence. I couldn't believe that I
had just crossed the gender barrier. I better get used to
it, I mused. This was going to happen once a month. I felt
a sinking in the pit of my stomach as I thought that. Well,
maybe it won't be so bad I thought, I get to experience
life from the other viewpoint and I don't have to go out,
just stay inside, like my parents did.
I slowly walked to the bathroom for a mirror and almost
tripped over the robe and realized that I must have lost a
considerable amount of height. Everything seemed so much
bigger. I felt like I was a small child again. I reached
the bathroom and looked up into the mirror to find a cute,
pretty, attractive girl staring back at me with big, deep
brown eyes and a confused and curious face. I had a cute
little nose, big brown eyes, and puffy dark green lips to
accent my adolescent face. My hair was jet black and wavy
and curly as ever with green leaves inter-twined in the
hair, it seemed to cascade to my rounded pert little ass.
The girl had moderate breasts on her small frame. She
looked rather ridiculous in the oversized robe and mass of
hair. I reached a hand out to the steady it on the counter
as I realized that I was shaking in stress. As it came out
of the sheath of the robe I looked at the hand that was
exactly what you would expect on such a girl. My long
fingered calloused hands of my male body were seemingly in
stark contrast to the small dainty hands that adorned my
arms now.
I then realized that I no longer felt the presence of a
cock and balls to warm the insides of my leg. I felt empty
down there, and I dared not look beneath the robe. I
practiced making faces in the mirror, and tried several
different expressions. When I tried to make a mad or
intimidating face, it would only come out as sassy or
bratty. Towards the end they started to look so ridiculous
that I chuckled, only it came out as I giggle, and I
quickly stopped. I was in no mood to find myself a giggling
little teenager. My skin was paler and much softer than
that of my previously naturally tanned skin. My face was
clear of any blemishes or pimples, in much contrast to my
previous male face that wasn't too bad, but definitely had
pimple problems. Also gone was a scar on the side of my
face that I had had from an accident with a piece of angle
iron, and another scar on my elbow from a skate boarding
accident. Gone were any signs of my hobbies of working on
cars and engines and fabrication (milling and lathing with
metal, a very loved hobby) and skateboarding, replaced by
flawless and clean skin, almost like a clean slate to start
on again.
I tore myself away from the mirror and turned around to see
my sister perched on the door of the shower. Surprisingly I
wasn't surprised in the least, au contraire, I was
expecting her. I don't know how but somehow I knew that she
was there. Something told me, like I could sense her soul
there. Then I tried to go farther, try to sense other souls
and I could feel two souls to the left of me, my mother and
father in the living room I presumed. I looked at my sister
and she looked at me, with her big dark, black eyes that
seemed to stare straight into me.
I continued onwards back to the living room, and just like
I thought, my mother and father were sitting and standing
where I had expected them to be. They turned quickly as
they noticed I was behind them. I said nothing to my father
and he said nothing to me, he seemed to understand how I
was feeling. I looked further out through the window behind
our backyard and saw the woods. I looked at all of the
trees and forest and I could feel them all, and I realized
that a good part of me longed to be there. On a quick
impulse I headed out the door, not knowing where I was
going or why, I just knew that I wanted to be out there.
I rushed out the door and out into the dark world, and
quickly flew into the forest, my small feet carrying me
well and silently into the night. I wondered and was amazed
at the new feelings I was experiencing from the nature of
the world. I quickly climbed into a nearby tree and sat
down, amazing myself at the ease and silence in which I had
done so. I felt comfortable and at ease in spite of the
chilly October night. The spirits of the beings around me
felt so wonderful and beautiful, like the true purpose of
the world was this feeling. I felt at home, at peace with
everything. I could hear a cricket in the distance and an
owl's hoot nearby.
I knew somehow that it was not my sister, just the same way
I could detect my mother silently and stealthily making her
way through the forest searching for me. I would not reveal
myself, though. I needed to be alone right now. On my own.
I just sat there for a long while, not realizing how much
time was passing. I soon fell into deep sleep looking at
the stars above me.
***
I woke to the sound of my mother and father calling my name
to me through the wilderness. I can still feel their souls
I thought. Then I realized that something was wrong. I
remembered what had happened last night and suddenly
panicked as I realized I was 50 feet high in a tree. The
cold brisk morning did not bother me even as I was
completely naked. And then I panicked.
"What the hell!??"
I looked down on my body to realize that it was still in
the form of the dryad! My pert breasts weighed down my
chest jiggled around as I moved. I could see a small mound
of pubic hair where my dick was supposed to be, and I my
hair was in and out of my mouth and obstructed my view. I
should have changed back hours ago! Judging by the position
of the sun and the bright light shining through the forest
trees, it was far past 5!
I quickly made my way down the tree to retrieve my robe so
that I wouldn't flash my parents when I approached them,
realizing just how vulnerable this body made me feel as I
made my way down nimbly and stealthily. Once I had adorned
my body with the oversized garment I slowly approached my
parents who were oblivious that I was right behind them.
"Mom, dad, I'm right here."
"Oh thank God your alright! We were worried about you?
Where did you go?" my mother asked.
"At least we found you!"
"What are you talking about?! Haven't you noticed something
wrong with this picture here!" I almost yelled at them.
"It's way past five and I'm still little miss prissy!"
I found myself breaking down finally and uncontrollably. I
realized just how scared I was and I was more scared than
mad at my parents who were so oblivious to my problem. I
stared at them as they tried to come up with an answer and
I found myself disgusted with my tiny, bratty little tone.
Everything was so wrong!
"Well, err, umm..." my father started.
"Well you see we uh, we need to talk." My mother said.
I was so confused. What was going on? Talk about what? Why
the hell were they acting so weird? Hoping to find an
answer I silently and slowly followed them back to the
house. We made our way through the forest, and once again I
found myself almost consoled by the peace of the forest,
but once again that only reminded me of the situation I was
in and the mood was ruined. I had no idea of what was going
on, and could only wait in anticipation as hopefully my
parents were going to settle this.
My parents walked into the kitchen, but I backed away in
horror as soon as I saw Jenny sitting there, eating a bowl
of cereal and reading the newspaper with no real notice of
my parents as they entered the room.
"Did you find the little brat?" she said.
"First off, don't call your sist, err, brother a little
brat. Second, yes we did find him. And third, you are going
to say nothing about his condition or anything to upset
him. Is that clear?" my mother said.
"You mean how he turns into a girl?" she chuckled.
"Answer my question. You are going to say nothing about his
condition or anything to upset your brother. Is that
clear!?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Come here Michael." Said my mom.
"Mom, I really don't want to do this..." I said in the
slightest whisper.
As soon as Jenny finds out about what happened, there would
be no end to the torture and humiliation my sister would
put me through. This was probably the most perfect thing a
sister could ask for. She couldn't tell her friends at
least, no one would believe her. In any case, I definitely
didn't want to let her know until it was absolutely
necessary. Or never. Never would be better.
"Michael, get over here. She's going to find out sometime
it might as well be now." She said.
"What are you talking about? Find out about wha..."
She stopped in mid sentence as a slowly made my way into
the kitchen from behind the door. I could feel my cheeks
turn red from embarrassment as I hung my head down low. As
I did so, my hair draped around my head, creating a
"shield" almost that blocked my shocked and embarrassed
face from her view.
"Oh my God! He's still a she! This is perfect! Oh my God!"
She went on, with a huge smile on her astonished face as
she started giggling to herself and trying to believe that
this had happened. I knew right then that she was not going
to make this easy for me.
"Jenny! Not a word!" My mom said.
My father had disappeared already, doing what I should have
done, dodged the situation entirely.
"Sorry mom, I just can't believe this."
"Neither can I." I muttered.
I was so embarrassed; the only thing that kept my female
hormones from making start bawling was my dignity and
pride. I knew that if I lost it in front of my sister, that
would be it. That was the thing she most wanted. So instead
I silently held my head low and tried to ignore her.
"So how does it feel to be the pussy now!" she spat with
laughter.
"JENNY! DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT WORD IN THIS HOUSE, LET
ALONE ON YOUR SISTER!" my mother interrupted.
"What did you just call me?"
"Honey, I..."
"You just called me her sister! You want this to happen!?
Is that it? BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY REASON I CAN THINK OF!"
I just mentally lost it. I couldn't believe my mother could
do that to me. I had only been a girl for a couple of hours
and she was not just used to it, but accepted it! It had
been the first real mental blow to my pride. I expected my
sister to say the things she did, she was my sister, after
all. It was acceptable, and almost tolerable. It's almost
like you know she doesn't mean it, or she's said so many
bad things about you that you just don't feel them any
more. Like your mind accepts the blows and goes right on
living. But to hear that from my mom, even if it wasn't
meant as an insult, was a kick in the teeth.
"Honey, no I never wanted this to happen! But there's
nothing we can do about it!" she immediately protested.
"What are you talking about there's nothing we can do about
it!? Of course there's something that we can do about it!
What are you trying to say? I'm going to be a girl my whole
life? I don't think so! Don't get used to me this way
because its not gonna last! I don't know how were going to
fix it but we are! There is absolutely no way I'm going to
live the rest of this week as a girl, let alone a life
time!"
I was panicking by then. I kept refusing the answer that
might be eminent. It really never crossed my mind that I
might remain this way for the rest of my entire life.
"Yes. That is exactly what I'm trying to say. Michael,
before you were born, your father and I visited a prophet.
This was a very respectable and trustworthy prophet.
However, when she told us that we were to have a beautiful
girl when we had already been told by the doctor that you
were to be a boy, we were utterly disgusted, and had no
more of it. She warned us that this would happen. She also
told us that you were to be a very important part of the
underground world (mystical creatures; weres and other
mysts) as we know it, and that you were to find the love
that would save your life."
"All of this was rubbish to your father and I, (or so we
thought), but last night has proved us wrong. I had all but
forgotten the prophet's words until recently, and we did
not want to tell you because we were not sure that the
prophecy would be true. I'm so sorry Michael. I had no
idea."
I just stood there looking dumbly at her while she rambled
on about this whole ordeal and showed me how this was to
be. I didn't know quite what to make of it. It was so
unbelievable (and to you weres are unbelievable because
your only an outsider, one who doesn't know, but I grew up
with this information and heritage.) So at first I just
laughed right in her face, because I wished she were
joking.
"Mom, that's not funny at all, stop making up stories, this
isn't really the time."
"Michael, I wish this was a joke, but its really not. I am
telling the truth, this all really happened."
Only then did I really start to accept the story. It just
started to sink in. After all, it all made perfect sense.
That would explain everything. But that would also mean
that everything in my life so far has been erased. Every
single thing that has happened up to this date has all been
a perfect waste of time and a huge lie. My life as I knew
it was destroyed. My friends, my reputation (if I actually
had any), my skills, my whole self-being was completely
destroyed. I would have to start all over again,
illegitimately and illegally if I even wanted to remain a
U.S. citizen. My own country wouldn't even recognize me
after years of citizen ship and direct heritage as a U.S.
citizen.
All of these thoughts were streaming through my head. What
would my friends say? I could never see them again the way
I used to. My God, what about my girlfriend, Amy? We had
been dating for the past 3 weeks now. I really couldn't say
that I loved her, I was only 15, but we definitely had
something going. I liked her a LOT to say the least. She
was smart, funny and would put up with me. On top of that
she was pretty attractive. A little tall for my taste (she
was my height), but aside from that she was really a very
pretty girl. Shit I thought, I'm more attractive than she
is now. This is so fucked up. My whole life was destroyed.
I was completely torn apart. I started to really break
down, I could feel the tears stinging in my eyes, and my
breathing became heavier as the panic set in.
"Oh, God. Oh God! Oh God!!"
I started bawling and I just couldn't hold back the tears
anymore. I could feel the tears roll down my cheeks; my
girlish crying drowned out by the mental break down I was
beginning. I couldn't stand it any more. I held my head in
one hand wiping the tears off my pathetic face and ran
upstairs to my room as fast as this body could carry me,
away to the solitude and fortitude of my personal bedroom.
As I ran my body continually reminded me of my new
predicament, my hips swinging, my tits bouncing and my hair
dancing on my back. I stumbled and almost fell when my feet
accidentally stepped on my robe, catching me off balance. I
felt so violated and wronged, like my own body had done
this to me on its own will, without warning. I guess
essentially it had done just that. I felt like I was a
pervert, or some intruder in my own skin. I felt pissed.
Eventually however, I made it to my room. My very own place
in the house to call my own. My room was plastered with
posters like Metallica and System Of A Down, covered in
some of my art and pictures of people skating impossible
rails and landing incredible tricks. My stereo sat in one
corner looking goofy sitting on a bookshelf that was all
together way too small to support the stereo. My desk was
covered with various items including a money clip, butane
lighter and a bottle of old cologne. I looked around the
room and finally felt secure. Like nothing could harm me
while I'm in my room. It was the one place in the house
where I could feel however the hell I wanted and do
whatever I wanted (short of drugs of course).
I quickly shed the oppressive and huge robe that draped
over my new body so clumsily. I slowly looked down at my
body and took "inventory". My body was certainly
attractive, but not attractive like a model or anything,
but more cutesy and girlish. I still looked the same age,
but more innocent. My breasts stood proud and perkily
peaked with rather large nipples that seemed to stand at
attention angled upwards. My stomach was flat, that was no
change, I had always been quite skinny. I had rather large
hips and a rather large butt (it looked big on me anyways)
that led to very shapely legs. I slowly looked down at my
crotch area. It was covered with a small triangle of pubic
hair. I brushed my fingers along the hair and noticed that
the hair was much softer and finer than normal. I very
gently and very slowly brushed my index finger along the
opening of my new vagina, my heart beating rapidly. It felt
so weird and different. I felt extremely vulnerable,
thinking about how weird it felt having another opening to
my body. I slowly brushed the lips and traced a circle
around it to try and get used to the feeling a little bit.
After a short while I decided that I would never get used
to it.
And so I lay there, letting the tears stream down my face,
not wanting to think about any of it. Not wanting this life
that had been dropped into my hands. I refused to accept
any responsibility for this body. I felt so small in this
tiny girl's body. I looked around my room, and everything
that I was so used to, all of the desks and furniture,
small objects and other things seemed huge when I compared
myself to them. It seemed like I had to stretch my fingers
around things like my money clip, and my pillow. My bed
seemed huge. It and its sheets seemed to engulf my petite
body.
It seemed hard to comprehend the whole situation. I
couldn't decide what to think. My mind was overwhelmed with
new thoughts and ideas. What if my friends found out? Shit,
what would my girlfriend say? How could I go anywhere
looking like this? There was no way that I could do that,
even if other people didn't know it was actually just
Michael, I wouldn't feel right. I felt like a traitor, an
imposter in my own skin. Everything seemed so wrong, like I
was an entirely different species, let alone a different
gender. I felt like I had to get back to my own skin, like
I could just rip this shell of an appearance away and
revert back to my old self. But of course I couldn't do
that.
***
I started to slowly drift asleep, despite the late hour of
the morning. The transformation seemed to have taken quite
a toll on my body, and I found myself slipping away from
reality, into a lower level of consciousness. I didn't get
too much sleep however, for but a few minutes later I found
myself waking to the sound of my father and Jenny arguing.
This was certainly not an unusual occurrence.
"Quiet down, he's still asleep."
"He's still asleep? He's still asleep?! Who gives a shit!
He's turned into a girl! His whole world is upside down!
Sleep is the last of his problems!" her voice was rising
now. It was Jenny's.
"Jenny, please. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but it would
have meant you finding out about Michael. Please
understand. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Upset me? Aralias himself is coming to our home and you
didn't want to upset me?!"
To be continued. Feel free to post comments. -rpmbob01
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