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Ahhhhhh......
Jason Torrance felt himself sinking into the plush bucket seat of his
truck; tempted to fall asleep right there in the parking lot of his
office. It had been a long night.
'Nothing like tax time,' he thought while rubbing his aching neck.
In his 15 years as a CPA, he couldn't remember a busier season. His
thoughts wandered to the lake where he planned to spend a week doing
absolutely nothing, just as soon as Uncle Sam's deadline passed in the
following week. No cell phones, no e-mail, just Jenny and his boat. She
often teased him that the true reason he had never gotten married was
that he was in love with his watercraft. In reality, Jason possessed a
streak of independence and, yes, stubbornness, that had kept him single.
Jenny, to her relief, was truly happy to find a man who did not want to
run headlong into marriage just because he was approaching the BIG 4-0.
Having been married to a bad seed many years ago, she was in no hurry to
commit to a permanent arrangement. Jason was the complete antithesis of
her ex, but, as she was fond of saying, "There is always time..."
Eighteen hours of staring at a computer screen had left his eyes dry and
his vision a bit blurry.
"Maybe sleeping in the parking lot would have been a good idea after
all," he said to himself in an attempt to stay awake.
Normally, he would have been able to drive the twenty miles to his home
in less than a half and hour. After one too many crossings over the
center line, however, he stopped for coffee at the QuikWay Convenience
Store. The cashier nodded to him lazily as he shuffled over to the coffee
counter. A large sign proclaimed "World Famous Java Pride - The Superior
Blend". He poured a large cup of the esteemed beverage and gingerly took
a sip. Just as he suspected, the brew was probably older than he was. If
the taste was any indication, he would be able to sprint the last fifteen
miles to his home. Still, it was hot and would serve the purpose.
After paying for the coffee and similarly aged Danish, he returned to his
truck. Fumbling for his keys while trying to balance his purchases, he
was startled by a soft voice from behind.
"Excuse me."
Jason turned abruptly, dropping his pastry in the process. Facing him was
a most beautiful young woman. She looked to be in her mid-20s, with light
brown hair which fell in loose curls down to her shoulders. Her figure,
fit, but healthy was covered by a peasant blouse which showed just a hint
of midriff. A short jean skirt revealed toned legs which ended in sandal-
shod feet.
"Excuse me," came the voice again, this time slightly more insistent.
Jason realized that he must have been staring and snapped back to
reality.
"Y-Yes, sorry, can I help you?" he replied in a hoarse voice.
Her face erupted in a beaming smile, revealing perfect teeth.
"Gosh, I feel like such an idiot! My car broke down a few miles down the
road and I'm trying to catch a ride back to my place."
"I don't suppose you could help me out," she continued, coyly flashing
that to-die-for smile once more.
Ordinarily, Jason's analytical mind would have started sounding warning
bells - a young woman, seeking out rides from perfect strangers at 3 in
the morning = bad news. Instead, under the sway of that smile, caution
made way for old-fashioned chivalry. "Why, of course. I'd be glad to help
out." He hoped he didn't sound too enthusiastic.
"Great!" she replied, already making her way to the passenger's side.
Jason opened his door and flicked the switch to unlock the passenger
door. He stole one more glance at her beautiful legs as she climbed in.
*****
"It's right here."
She indicated a turnoff which continued as a dirt road through the dense
forest.
"You live down here all by yourself?" he asked as the pine branches
seemed to envelope the truck.
"Just me. My grandmother passed away several years ago and willed the old
family home to me. Actually, I like the solitude."
The road gradually widened until they reached a clearing - and a dead
end. Jason slowed to a stop, the warning bells finally impossible to
ignore.
"Miss, it doesn't look like this road goes any further. Perhaps you made
a mistake."
He turned to see her staring intently at him, a mischievous grin on her
face, finger poised over what looked to be a small red jewel on her
bangle bracelet.
"Oh, I can assure you Jason, I have made no mistake. You will be
perfect."
Before he could ask what he would be perfect for, he felt himself rapidly
losing consciousness, the blackness quickly shrouding his vision. As he
fell into the abyss, his only thought was, 'I didn't even get her
name....'
*****
Jason awoke to a beautiful morning, the sun streaming in through lace
curtains. He stretched luxuriously in the satin sheets and let go with an
indulgent yawn. Wait a minute! He sat bolt upright in the bed and took in
his surroundings. Where was he? The room was tastefully decorated in
mauve and tan colors. A small dressing table with mirror was along one
wall. There was also a door (to where?). A solid wood wardrobe and chest
of drawers were featured against another wall. A smooth tile floor
stretched from wall to wall.
Anxious to get his bearings, he sprang from the bed and raced to the
window. Flinging the drapes aside, he was greeted by a scene straight out
of a Maxfield Parrish painting. A beautiful green lawn separated the
house(?) from a large garden in full bloom. Beyond the garden stretched a
river and more pastoral countryside. He brushed the hair away from his
eyes to get a better look. Jason was still trying to fix his location
when he realized that he shouldn't have hair in his eyes at all. His
hairline had been receding for years.
Looking down for the first time, he was first struck by his attire - A
satin nightgown in a pale blue color. The cut of the gown barely hid the
tops of his breasts.
"What the hell?"
Thoughts raced through his head, barely keeping pace with his steadily
increasing heartbeat. Running to the dressing table, he received the
climax to the strange turn of events. Facing him in the mirror was a
beautiful woman in her mid-20s, just like.... the woman from last
night!!! No, wait a minute, he didn't look like her, but he did appear to
be of similar build and age.
"This can't be happening! What the hell is going on here!" he screamed
with a woman's voice.
He slumped into the chair in front of the dressing table and continued to
stare at his reflection with a mix of amazement and shock.
He noticed a thick necklace - no, a silver metallic collar, around his
neck. His mind temporarily distracted from his predicament, he began
turning the collar around to find the clasp. Amazingly, the adornment
appeared to be solid with no lines to indicate a possible opening.
Gripping the collar from both sides, he attempted to pull it apart to no
avail. His inspection of the collar was suddenly interrupted by the sound
of the door opening.
Through the door stepped the woman he had given the ride to the previous
evening. He recognized her immediately even though she had discarded her
blouse and jeans for a knee-length dress which left one shoulder exposed.
Her feet were adorned with silver sandals whose straps crisscrossed her
finely shaped calves. She could have just as easily appeared in ancient
Greece as in this place, wherever that happed to be.
"I see you have begun exploring your new surroundings - and your new
appearance. I know you must be very confused, but..."
"Who are you??!! What the hell have you done to me??!" Jason shouted at
the woman as he sprung from the chair.
Hoping against hope that this was all some sort of hallucination he
continued, "What, drugs? Hypnosis? ANSWER ME!"
Recoiling from the force of Jason's words, the woman took a step back,
but remained calm.
"Please try to control your emotions, you really have nothing to fear. My
name is Selara. I brought you to this place, which we call Tymaria. It
will be difficult for you to understand, but think of it as a world
parallel to your own."
As Jason listened, a growing sense of horror invaded the pit of his
stomach.
"You are not experiencing an illusion. This place and your new body are
reality. You must learn to accept that you are now and shall forever
remain, female. In time you will..."
With the words "forever remain female", Jason had heard enough. Though he
abhorred the idea of striking a woman, his anger had never been so
thoroughly stoked. He took a step towards Selara, but before he could
reach her she depressed a colored stone on her bracelet. Immediately he
felt as if every inch of his body was being stuck with electrically
charged needles. His legs collapsed from underneath him and he fell at
Selara's feet. As his body convulsed, Selara continued to speak, though
only a few words registered through the torment he was enduring. "...the
collar only as a last resort... do not wish to cause you pain...
accept..."
One hand struggling with the collar, he reached out and grasped Selara's
right foot with the other. He forced his head up and forced the word
"please" from his stricken throat. Selara touched another stone on her
bracelet. The pain receded as he gratefully fell into unconsciousness.
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