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How Jim Discovered Destiny
By Jill Tice (send comments to [email protected] thanx!)
Jim was a good fellow, very amiable and kind to all he
sees, but yet his life, however, was a living hell of
crestfallen, dolorous misery on account of the cruel way
all the puerile, immature kids at Jim's school treated him.
They always insisted on laughing at him and teasing him at
school, never seeing his true self deep within which was
brutally evil and unkind of them to ignore.
"This blows!" said Jim one day when the earth's rotation
had brought much radiant sunlight to the surface wherefore
he stood. "I hate the way my life always sucks and I wish
that I could of lived a happier life which was more
adventurous, exciting, and I was more popular. My current
life sucks!"
It was at this moment, dear reader, that lame fortune
smiled upon Jim, for it just happened that Jim stumbles
across a dirty, dusty, dingy magical Arabian lamp laying on
the sidewalk in the middle of his block, which had happened
to accidentally fall fortuitously off the back of an old
garbage truck that had just driven by without the
garbagemen noticing (because it was magical and had clouded
their minds).
Jim picked up the thaumaturgical beacon lying at the base
of his lowest extremities. His first initial thought was
that this must be returned to the city lost and found, for
Jim was a trustworthy chap of elephantine ethics. But
before he could take this ensorcelled flare to its rightful
owners, Jim reflected soberly that his cheerful mind of
responsibility required him to clean it. So Jim rubbed the
necromantic lantern on his clean white T-shirt in order to
make it again bright and less untarnished.
Suddenly out of the diaphanously invisible atmosphere of
infinity, a genuine, real life sized genie materialized,
emerging out of thin air and greeting Jim with an
indomitable, hearty hello. The genie was at least 12 feet
tall, utterly hairless, with bronzed skin rippling in
vibrant cords of dynamically puissant muscles beneath his
cotton cloth of loin coverings and sported one of those
curved Arab swords. Jim was shocked moot by the presence of
real magic before him, and found he could scarcely distinct
reality from hallucination as he rubbed his weary-eyed
head.
"Greetings and Salutations!" boomed the Genie in his
sonorously stentorian voice. "I have arrived after
sojourning for much perilous distance in order to grant
your wishes and use my glorious powers to change you into
being female!!!"
Jim couldn't believe his ears, for this was NOT what he had
said out loud that he was wishing for! But, you see, Jim
was secretly what some people like to call a transvestite,
which is a confusing term but basically means he liked to
sometimes sneak into the room which belonged to his sister
who was a cheerleader and would sometimes wear her clothes.
Oh, sure. You say that makes him a homosexual or something,
or some kinda mixed-up, confused, preternatural fag, but
nothing could be further from the case; for Jim had no
desire or wants to have sex with other boys. Ugh! That was
the furthest thing from Jim's intellectual mind. For you
see, Jim had a very brilliant, perspicaciously sly mind,
even though it was properly the mind which should of gone
into the body of a young girl instead of a lunky boy!
But since he did have secret urges of being a girl and
wanted to wear skirts or dresses (or slips, if it were to
be a solemnly formal occasion of dressing up "black tie")
then he said to the magical entity emanascing in front of
him:
"Why would you make me female?" asked Jim with a
tremulously tentative voice.
"Oh, PLEASE!" said the Genie. "I'm an omniscient genie,
after all! Seeing your hidden desires and urges is as easy
as falling off a piece of cake for my kind."
His mysterious, magical, marvelous new friend smiled gently
at poor, young Jim.
"Know thee that I can see into Thy sacred eternal soul,"
boomed the vociferous Genie (whose name was Q'Trxzyous).
"And when I hast looked deep into Thy spiritual being, I
discovered you are the most intelligent, caring,
thoughtful, sensitive boy who is in America at this time.
Because of this, my boss has given me the orders to grant
your wish. Do not waste my time, for I have already looked
into your skull and seen the images scattered across the
molecules of your brain. You wanna be a girl, it has been
written."
Jim was embarrassed and turned crimson and scarlet, because
you see nobody had ever said these things allowed to poor,
sad Jim. He felt his cheeks tighten with frightened fear
and twinged with exultant regret over not having dared to
speak his mind before. And yet he knew the Genie spoke
truth, for already he had laid the seeds of growing a
foothold in the door of Jim's mind.
"Don't turn a blind ear to me! I can go away, for right now
there is a bull fighter in Italy who wants to become a
ballerina!" yelled Q'Trxzyous the Genie. "Do you want me to
change you or not?!? Because I have more important things
to do than just cater to your capricious whims, Thou
impetuous mortal!"
Though Jim was shamed with facing his contemptible truth
about wishing he were wearing a skirt maybe right now (in
fact, his mind darted across the imaginative illusion of a
girl in his class who's name was Clarissa Karenson and how
much Jim's heart yearned for being able to put on her pink
sweater. He wondered what her underwear looked like!)
Seeing such facts in his mind, Jim coalesced to the
inevitable and reluctantly agreed to Q'Trxzyous' wishes.
For truthfully, Jim knew this was an insurmountable
opportunity not to pass by! Genies don't come by every day,
you know.
"Yes please!" exclaimed Jim with listless eagerness. "I've
always wanted to become the girl. If you can change me,
please do! Otherwise, don't tempt me with your Black Magic,
because you should be made aware I am a Christian and do
believe in the true powers of the cosmos. Only if you can
make me a good and virtuous woman would I want any part of
your alchemical legerdemain."
Q'Trxzyous was taken aback, for this boy had seen through
his candid trickery. But because the intangible spirit
visualized the boy truly was secretly highly clever and
smart (even though most of his classmates did not believe
this and call him dumb), the Genie was touched with pity in
his benevolently indulgent heart and knew he had been
outfoxed by a boy who deserved better.
For you see, at this point I must reveal to you the Genie's
secret: he had been sent to earth, in fact, by a powerful
demon who served the Enemy in order to trick Jim (and other
boys!) and then was planning to use magical powers to
transform them all into 23-year old blonde women with
exceptionally wide, open eyes, but short of stature (like
5'2") and alter their brains so they only ever wanted to be
waitresses at Hooters (which, if you have lived under a
rock and don't know, only has big-breasted women wearing
tight, high orange shorts on their big round derrieres and
small white t-shirts while they serve vile inebriation to
men!)
"You win!" said Q'Trxzyous with a happy chuckle. "Instead
of punishing you with the nefarious scheme I had planned in
mind and making you a air-headed bimbo who has sex with
anonymous brawny, hairy men ALL the time and otherwise only
cares about going shopping for lots of clothes and
especially really glossy lipstick. But therefore, Thou has
proven yourself true of heart, Jim. Instead, I will offer
you a brand-new and truthful blessing. This one is no
deception, for it comes directly from the real powers of
the cosmopolitan and not from your Enemy!"
"Can this be true, Q'Trxzyous?" asked Jim unaffectedly.
"Yes," replied Q'Trxzyous with a benign smile of radiantly
glorious peace and honesty. "It is very true."
"Then please change me," beamed Jim with a jovial smile.
"This is the really prefect thing I want!"
"I know it is," scowled Q'Trxzyous, while he stroked his
heavy, thick black beard. "Since I read your mind."
And then, without another word from either of the two
verbal combatants, a powerful wind of commanding, stringent
force blew into the room and flattened to the ground poor
Jim, who by the time he arose from the rough azure and blue
carpet off of the bottom of the smooth floor, had
discovered he was no longer a boy who had been wearing a
black T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans (plus tightie
whities for underwear, which Jim ALWAYS HATED!). No, good
friends, Jim had now risen to discover he was redesigned,
refreshed, and rehashed into a cute, vigorous new body that
was totally contradistinctive from the 14-year old boy he
used to be!
Indeed, it must now be reported that Jim had become
Mystrellia, the young Empress of Prkystaieg, a duchy in a
magical kingdom from an alternate universe. Mystrellia was
a tall and lofty, lithe and mercurial, gentle brunette
beauty with softly caring deep brown eyes, a sculptor's
lissome opaque nose and firm protruding busts of dedicated
innocence. She smiled at her new lovely, soft self, which
the beneficent genie Q'Trxzyous had glad in a long,
gossamer, flowing perfectly pure-white gown, that came to
her knees (and which, beneath, she had on red satin panties
and a demi-bra). Radiant, vibrant, rubicund phosphorescence
was her raiment, except where bejeweled dazzling jewels
coruscated with dazzling scintillating incandescence from
all across her beautiful, high-fashion (for this universe!)
gentle, pastel pink clothing.
"I am beautiful!" said the gracefully symmetrical full-
bodied woman who once was the boy known as Jim and ran a
thin-pink finger like a birthday candle through the full-
bodied curls and softly textured waves of her hair. But
before she had the timely opportunity to gaze longingly
upon her avant garde sweetly innocent visage in the
perfectly silvered mirror which stood against the gold-
gilded east wall of her spaciously commodious antechamber,
BOOM!!!
Down fell the sturdy, oaken door collapsing to the ground
with a voluminous puff of acrid, sweet-smelling dust which
made Mystrellia involuntarily sneeze against her will. Into
her most private cloistered sanctum stumbled in a troop of
evil-looking armed guards. Unkempt, hairy, and smelling
strongly of the vile alcohol they had swilled in the nearby
tavern, the Royal Lady found herself suddenly surrounded by
the neoteric desperadoes with their adeptly drawn
glistening steel swords, who hissed foul profanities at
her. On spit in her face and pulled her long blonde braid,
yanking it hard and causing Jim's tender scalp deep pain,
which he had never known as a male.
Then, proudly striding in with confident strength, came
Grand Lord Verm Cheng'thak who straddled the flimsy,
destroyed, once-stout remains of Empress Mystrellia's now
ruined redwood door. The powerfully wicked Grand Lord
obviously stood head and heels above the others, who was
merely his bootlicking, kowtowing, understudies. He laughed
a hearty laugh and took a step forward, his thick leather
boot kicking up dust as his sword clanked against the
sheath.
"Ha, you vile miscreant slut-whore!" screamed General Lord
Cheng'thak through teeth clenched tightly in a ferocious
scowl of flagitious barbarism. "Now I have finally caught
you and will enforce you to do my bidding, oh bountiful
innocent one. Trust me, you unimpeachable minx, thou shalt
not remain innocent for long!"
With this, I'm sorry to report that Baron Verm Cheng'thak
winked his oily black eye evilly at poor lady Mystrellia
and flashed a lasciviously unchaste toothy smile which
caused our hero (Queen Mystrellia) to promptly faint!
***
When Empress Mystrellia had awoken from her somnolent
slumber, she knew in a flash it was dusk now, for the sun
had blazingly set. The night winds had really tussled her
hair into a tempestuous wreck. Gazing around the darkened,
smelly, cramped room she now found herself trapped in, her
bountiful breasts strained hard against the taught nylon
ropes Grand Lord Cheng'thak had ordered his guards to tie
her with. Her feet were shackled together with stiff bands
of mighty ironed steel and her wrists were carded with
twine. Poor Mystrellia could barely move, only shake her
head defiantly at the brigands who sought to defile her
virginal flower.
"At least, our sleeping beauty has finally awakened!"
roared Verm Cheng'thak in raucous laughter of wickedness,
spraying flecks of his fowl drool upon the defiant
Empress's sweet, apple-checked face. "I could of done the
dirty deed to you whilest you were in dormant
unconsciousness. But then you would never of gotten to yell
and moan in orgasmically euphoric ravishment when I finally
made you a woman!!!"
Mystrellia rolled her innocent, wide, blue eyes over how
unknowingly ironical the General Grand Lord Cheng'thank had
spoken! For remember, readers: Mystrellia was a young boy
just within the last planetary cycle. Yet as a woman, she
had no desire to be rapped by an ugly, hairy, monster brute
like Lord Cheng'thak happened to be. No, indeed, for now
Jim had the brainwave patterns incipient to Empress
Mystrellia and knew her knowledge that the good, just
people of Prkystaieg had a law which stated a Empress could
not have sex, or she would be impurely defiled, and the
adulterated sovereign regent would sadly be drawn-and-
quartered.
Clearly, the situation had changed and was now haunting
Mystrellia rapidly. Jim regretted ever having known the
Genie!
"You must reconsider!" she pleaded to both Verm and his
craven henchmen. "You're souls can still be saved if you'd
repaint now, before it's too late. I beg of you not to do
this horrible thing!"
One of the brigands laughed wickedly and scoffed at the
bound-and-gagged Empress, "That's no skin off our teeth.
We'll follow Count Cheng'thank into the depths of the
inferno if he'll give us a run at shagging you!"
Desperate to save her virginal honor (and equally desperate
to avoid the advances of some dude!), our hero the Empress
strove and struggled whence more against the fierce bonds
that had affixed her into a position whereas her feet were
widely straddled like a gynecologist does, to make it
easier for Lord Cheng'thak to have his way with her. He
knew that she could read his thoughts and recognized the
dirty deeds he was about to do, for while she was comatose,
his men had stripped her of her noble clothes and put on a
red-violet bra, the kind with fringe and tassels
resplendent upon them, matching red-violet panties in the
high-sweeping French cut style and about too sizes smaller
than her ample, fleshy hips required, red vinyl thigh-high
boots with a stiletto spike upon them, and one of those
tight lacy black neck-chokers with a bit of ribbony trim
circumnavigating the perimeter of her delicate, ivory neck.
This whole situation made Mystrellia feel both mortified
and humidified over how the criminals had manhandled her
delicate fleshy pink unmentionable parts while she slept!
With a sudden, swamping nausea, Mystrellia knew her
perilous problem had been exasperated into certain doom.
Not knowing what to do, the Empress's mind raced across all
sides of her many-faceted trials and tribulations. But she
could of found no ideas that would be a good attack to
take. She knew she was lost.
"You mustn't do this!" shrieked Mystrellia at the wicked
Lord Cheng'thak. Immediately as she said this, she
refurbished her memories and the information encoded into
her estrogenated gray matter resurfaced with turbulent new
memories of how as a young child Princess Mystrellia had
rebuked the lecherous advances of Count Cheng'thak, when he
was a teenager (who seemed to be something of a pedophile,
since at this time Mystrellia was only a youthful
developing maiden of unripe age, and already his lustful
organ pined for her!) Clearly now the Empress stood but
little hope of survival, for it had become eminently
evident that General Cheng'thak was going to rape her and
then most likely... the murder!
"I will have you at last all to myself!" roared Lord
Cheng'thak. His many wicked minions and hateful lackeys
sound in with ribald sounds of snickering. "You thought you
could deny me all your sensual delights but now their mine!
Revenge is a dish best served cold, and now the hat is on
the other foot, my foolish princess."
Mystrellia feared she may lose her consciousness and
succumb to fainting again, but drew strength from an inner
amber of fiery strength. She would not go gently to this
brute, even though she was clearly caught on the horns of
her own petard and was certainly doomed to, in the body of
a woman, have her heart stop and cease to breathe after
having sex with them!
But just when all seemed it's darkest and hope had
abandoned our delicate heroine in the fowl clutches of
certain perfidious doom without the slightest faint glimmer
of rosy sanguineness into the dismal abyss of ceaseless
nightmare - Lo, there appeared on the twilight horizon, a
shining hero! Riding boldly across the noble Prkystaiegian
landscape, rode Sir Thwyaellum, a knight of the Order of
Rosy Dawn, a nonpareil proud to serve faithfully in the
vainglorious service of our lady Mystrellia, and the ONLY
knight in her service who had dared to ride to her rescue.
Verily, foresooth her other knights would suffer for
abandoning the Queen to certain death (and a fate more
worse than the former!)
But not, brave and bold Sir Thwyaellum, his brass
breastplate glistening in the twinkling nocturnal aurora
flickering brightly in the thin cold atmosphere above
Prkystaieg. Her swashbuckling, heroic, exponent rode a pure
white stallion which galloped ferociously into the center
of the bandit's camp, trampling the heads and abdomens of
the burglars in a showering spray of red liquid droplets of
precious bodily fluids. Dead, they lay, motionless to the
world forevermore, as Sir Thwyaellum dismounted and quickly
drew his ironed steel rapier. The mare snorted an equine
cheer of encouragement to the Empress - hold fast, darling
for ameliorated succor has arrived!
Duke Cheng'thak grew his one pewter misercorde, the
internecine dagger always used by iniquitous villains. Sir
Thwyaellum knew the misercorde was bound to be slathered
with noxious poisons. He lunged to the side deftly as the
swift weapon of his opponent slashed fiercely through the
dismal, dark evening air. The birds and beasts of the
fields all fell silent this night, for two combatants dared
to dicker their duel at this time.
Again, the blades clashed together and sparks flew through
the air. Mystrellia gasped again at the mighty duel which
unfolded manifestly before her view. Again and again, steel
slapped wearily upon amortized steel as Thwyaellum fiercely
fought for his female's freedom!
The Evil Lord Cheng'thak was a pestiferously malignant
combatant, unafraid to strike and parry with deadly passion
upon his admirable opponent of honor. But, dear readers,
Sir Thwyaellum's heart was pure - and it is said he whose
heart is pure hath the strength of ten men, and lo it was
so! For suddenly, with swift quickness a lightning stab of
the rapier slapped down with the strength of Sir
Thwyaellum's brazen arm and shattered the jawbone of Lord
Cheng'thak. As blood, bone, and teeth scattered into the
air, the wicked man fell to the Earth in excruciating pain,
his death surely looming across the stygian metaphorical
porch of the otherworld.
"You... can... Never... win!" screamed Cheng'thak with a
final bloody gasp as he fell to the ground again and passed
from this world.
Quickly moving to untie the ropes and remove the chains and
ties that had bounded the Queen, Sir Thwyaellum wore a
quizzical puzzling look upon his handsome chiseled face.
"How are you my darling woman?" asked the cavalier.
"I feel more like I do now than I did a while ago,"
answered the Empress nervously.
Freeing the queen, she said:
"Thank you my hero," with a blossoming sweet smile, the
grandest and most true reward any virtuous champion might
dare to dream of. "You have saved me. I owe you both my
life and my rectitude. How can I ever think to repay you
for this glorious deed you have graciously deemed to
magnanimously bestow upon myself?"
Bowing low to the earth in the presence of his royal
demimonde, the brave, kind, and honest Sir Thwyaellum
blushed before gently kneeling to the sodden ground and
compassionately taking her polished docile hand into his
aristocratic own. Cautiously and with supple softness, his
hot, salty lips touched her metacarpus.
"I shalt ask only for thy hand in the holy sanctity of
wedded matrimonial bliss, m'lady!" he said with suave
sincerity.
"Alas and Alack! Woe is me," wailed the libertine Empress.
"I must tell you my horrible obtuse secret! For, you are a
good and true-hearted swashbuckler and must be told, I am
not really Empress Mystrellia. I was made to take her place
through the actions of a mystical being we call 'genies'
within my own space-time continuum. I am not even a
woman... I used to be a young lad named Jim!"
With this, Mystrellia flung herself away from Sir
Thwyaellum's brawny arms of gentle comfort and bemoaned
undulatingly into the tenebrous dimmet.
Yet again, Sir Thwyaellum would only smile enigmatically at
his sad, haughty beauty.
Again he took her hand in his own, and carefully tried the
tears away from her wide gentle, ocular orbs.
He soothed her.
"It's all right," said the Lordly Paladin. "For I am not
really Sir Thwyaellum. That very same genie caused me to
become him! I used to be Clarissa Karenson, only I always
HATED having to be a girl. You don't know how awful it is
always having to wear pretty dresses or fashionable mini-
skirts and be worried about your make-up and remember to
walk in high heels without falling. Eternally, my soul has
yearned to be a simple, noble, heroic man instead! And now,
verily, I have become that thing."
"But being a girl isn't so bad," said Mystrellia. "It's
what I wanted?"
"We'll, perhaps you have to look at it from the other side
of the point of view," said Sir Thwyaellum with a clever
wink. "We'll do something about that."
Mystrellia blithely smiled with reverential relish and
zeal.
"My hero," she said with a kiss of osculation and
endearment.
"And thank heavens for Q'Trxzyous the Genie!" added
Thwyaellum happily.
-Finns-
PS -- If there is efficient interest in the further
adventures of Mystrellia and Thwyaellum, I have lots more
ideas of where they can go and do things. Also, Q'Trxzyous
the Genie is public remains and anyone who wishes can use
him in they're stories as well!! Send any comments if you
want to [email protected]
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