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Gone with the Wind
by Shrike
Chapter 2
A sharp pungent smell brought me back to consciousness. I opened my eyes
and saw Mom's face right in front of me. She had a worried expression on
her face as she looked at me. 'Why is she does she have that kind of
expression?' Then my memory returned, and I suddenly knew again why I'd
passed out. 'I'm a freak now; I'm not worthy to be alive.' I started
screaming again, but only for a few seconds, because my Dad, whom I even
hadn't noticed yet, gave me a whack with his flat hand on both my cheeks.
That did the trick all right. I stopped screaming, but started crying. 'I
never cry, why am I crying now all of a sudden? Okay, I've never been
such an abomination before, either.' Mom hugged me tightly making soft
sweet noises while I cried my heart out.
After what seemed like hours to me I managed to slow my crying down to a
sob. When I opened my eyes again I noticed that Dad had left my room, I
was now all alone with Mom. She turned my head, making me look at her.
"Feeling better now?"
In my new sickly sweet high voice I answered in anguish, "No I'm not.
Look at me, I'm a freak, an abomination!" Mom shook me hard and said
harshly, "Don't you ever say or even think like that. You're still our
child, even though you are now the daughter I never had."
'Oh fuck!. Oops, better not use that word anymore. I even forgot that I
didn't have the same plumbing that I was used to anymore. I had noticed
that I was a girl now, but it wasn't prominent in my mind.' Now that she
mentioned it, I really noticed the differences in my body. I had breasts,
not overly big ones, but they were there nonetheless and really
noticable. Then there was the absence between my legs. I only noticed it
now, as I had earlier been preoccupied with my other changes. Mom asked
me, "Do you feel up to being alone for a while? I'm going to get
something for you to wear."
'Oh no, I'm naked? I hadn't even noticed that in all of this going on. Of
course I'm naked, how else could I have seen how my body looks, stupid.'
"Why wouldn't I feel up to being alone? I'm a big boy okay."
Mom asked with a confused look, "Boy?"
"Sorry, I mean big girl Mom."
She smiled at my slip of the tongue, "Okay then, now stay in bed, I'll be
right back okay?"
I nodded, but as soon as she disappeared from my room I got up and
checked the hallway. There was no one in sight, so I tiptoed over to the
bathroom to get a good look at my new body in the mirror. I half expected
my younger brother Remo to appear somewhere, he would never pass up a
chance to get a look of a naked girl. But maybe he wasn't in the house at
the moment. At least I reached the bathroom unseen.
I closed the door, and locked it, apprehensive of what I would see in the
mirror, afraid of what I looked like in total frontal nudity. After some
deliberating I finally stood in front of the huge wall mirror with my
eyes still closed. Then I slowly opened them.
I gasped for breath, seeing what MORFS had dealt me with. 'I really am a
freak now.' My skin was now covered with a fine downy dark brown fur
except for my stomach and chest, there and on my neck and face the fur
was of a much lighter shade of brown, almost like the sand on the beach.
I had shapely but seemingly powerful legs leading up to wide hips. The
tiny waist above it gave me a lot of womanly curves. Then I looked
upwards to my bust line. I really had nice breasts, even if they were
covered in fur. My nipples were free of fur though, and they looked quite
big.
On top of my thin neck was a cute looking head. A slightly upturned nose,
dark in color, and big dark blue eyes. My hair was still short, but had
changed from blond to dark brown. And everything else on my head except
my mouth, the tip of my nose and eyes was covered in fur as well. A
movement attracted my attention. 'Are those my ears?' They had changed
position almost all the way to the top of my head and they looked quite
different and a lot bigger. I touched them, finding they were sensitive
and very lively.
Then I noticed that my nails were a lot longer. I examined them up close
and they were pointy and looked very strong, almost like I had claws now
on my fingers. I got worried, 'Do I have two very long front teeth now
too?' I quickly checked, but other than being perfectly white they looked
normal to me.
I stared at my new body for a long time, and noticed that my height was
off. I was a lot shorter now. Instead of a big jock, I was now a small
diminutive girl. With an emphasis on girl. No one would ever mistake me
for a boy anymore. A tear started dripping from my eye. Another movement
caught my attention. I forgot all about it. It had been on me all the
time, but felt so natural that I hadn't really even noticed it. I sported
a very big bushy tail of the same dark brown color, with a black stripe
in the middle. It kept me perfectly in balance it seemed. I turned a bit
and saw where it was connected to me in the back. 'That's it. I'm never
going to show myself to anyone with such a big tail.'
In a panic I tried to run back to my room, but tried to open the door in
vain. Then I remembered that I had locked it and unlocked it quickly. I
almost flew back to my own room. 'Boy these legs sure are powerful.' I
jumped back on my bed, sat on my knees with my favorite round pillow
clutched to my chest. I had my eyes closed and silently prayed that this
was all just a nightmare and that I would wake up soon from it.
Of course I couldn't wake up from the dream as it was the harsh reality.
It became abundantly clear to me, when Mom entered my room once again.
"Honey, why are you sitting like that? Is there something wrong?"
I opened my tearstained eyes again, "How can you ask that Mom. I just
looked at myself in the mirror." More tears started to drip from my eyes,
making my fur wet and dark.
"Oh honey, I know that this is a lot for you to handle. Just give it some
time and you'll see that it's not that bad."
My temper flared up, "What do you mean it's not that bad! I'm an animal!
I'm never leaving my room, ever. Now please go. And don't call me honey."
Mom tried to reason, "Sweetheart, don't act like that."
I picked up a pillow and threatened to throw it at her, "I said out, Mom,
and never call me sweetheart, either."
Mom looked dejected, but she did leave my room and closed the door. I
kept sitting there for some time, looking at the door, still clutching my
round pillow. I felt angry at the world for putting me in this situation.
I even felt sorry for myself. I was convinced that my life was now
officially over. I cried a little more as well, till I noticed something,
I stunk. No not that my mood was so foul, I actually smelled bad. 'Maybe
my nose is more sensitive now.'
With aversion, I laid my pillow down and got out of bed. I sniffed around
to confirm that it was really me and my nose cringed at the smell of my
dirty fur. 'Man, that is all I need, smelly fur and a sensitive nose to
alert me to it all the time.' Dejectedly, I opened my door and looked
around. To my dismay I was still very much naked. 'That'll teach me to
throw Mom out without giving me clothes first. I'm so stupid! Why didn't
I check the closets first.' I closed the door again and opened my
closets. Though the towels and such were still all there, all my clothes
had vanished. 'What the hell? Where are all my clothes? Are they
expecting me to go naked now that I'm an animal?' I searched all my
closets thoroughly, but there was nothing left of my whole wardrobe.
My mood had sunken even deeper and without thinking I opened my door to
go to the bathroom again. I was quite startled as I saw Mom standing in
the hall. She gave me a wry smile, "I thought you said that you'd never
leave your room?"
With a trembling lower lip I answered, "Yes I know that. But I stink, and
my nose is taking offense." I paused and then snarled, "But now that
you're here, tell me where my clothes are. Or are you expecting me to
live naked, like the other animals in the barn?"
Mom looked really startled at my outburst, "Honey, how can you think like
that? You should know better than to think like that."
I sobbed, "How would I know? We never had such a freak like me in our
family before."
Mom's eyes shot fury at me, "For the last time, you're not a freak, so
stop saying that."
I was startled by her outburst. "Okay, Mom. Any ideas on how I can shower
like this?"
Mom grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the bathroom. "I'll show you,
sweetheart, just let me help you."
I cringed again, 'When is she going to let up on the whole honey and
sweetheart calling.' Mom didn't notice and just put me into the shower
stall. After she shampooed me, she rinsed it out and grabbed another
bottle.
"This one is conditioner, honey, you need to keep all that hair and fur
in prime condition."
Dejected I let her treat me like a baby and just helped a little with the
whole shower event. Then came the longest challenge, how to dry all that
fur and hair. Mom brought out the industrial dryer and big brush which we
usually used for the dogs. Though a bit uncomfortable at first with the
hot air, the warm wind felt really nice on my furry skin. When she did my
tail I was really enraptured. That felt sooo nice, I closed my eyes and
revelled in the feeling.
Too soon for my taste she was finished with it. Then she said to me, "All
clean and done, honey." I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the
mirror. I looked even better than before now, with my fur brushed neatly.
I looked at myself from all sides before feeling something else that I
didn't like. I had to go really bad. "Um Mom, can I have some privacy
now? I need to take care of some business."
Mom was confused for a moment, but then understood, "Oh sure, honey, but
I need to explain some things about that too."
Now I was confused, 'I did learn how to do that kind of business a long
time ago, right?' Mom continued, "A girl needs to wipe from front to back
and has to wipe after a small business as well. And with your fur ...?"
"I'll manage Mom. If not, I'll call you if I need your help."
Some embarrassing moments later, not to mention, smelly ones, I emerged
from the bathroom. Mom was waiting for me, "No problems?"
"Nope, I got that down right, I think."
Mom smiled, "Just wait till you get your period, then we'll talk again."
I got frightened. 'Oh man, I'm a girl, I will have periods! I can even
get pregnant, maybe. Oh shit, I don't even want to think about that, or
think about boys. Hell, I don't even want to think about meeting other
people.'
Mom acted like she didn't see me flinch. "Now I have some clothes here
that you can wear for now. But we need to go shopping soon. I just can't
wait to take you out shopping."
I got frightened even more, 'She really has gotten into this mother and
daughter thing. Now she wants to take me shopping and spend lots of time
with me. But I don't want to go shopping! Other people will see me and
treat me like a freak or an animal. Well, it is what I am now aren't I?'
Mom walked back to my room with me. On the bed some clothes were laid out
for me. As soon as I saw them, I stopped dead in my tracks. 'What the
hell? Why does Mom want me to wear a skirt? And that turtleneck is Pink!
I don't want to wear that!'
Mom noticed my aversion and pushed me further along. "Honey, these are
the only clothes in your size I could find for now, and even these I had
to adjust to your unique physique. So do me a favour, and just go with
the flow.
Dejected, I put on the girly underwear and let Mom help me put on the bra
and skirt. But inside I seethed with anger. 'Why have I been dealt such a
cruel fate? I hate the world and everyone in it.'
After the embarrassing dressing up, Mom asked me to go downstairs with
her. I didn't feel like it, but I decided I had to do it one time or
another, so no time like the present. As I followed Mom down, I had to
get used to the stairs. The distances seemed so much farther apart now.
'No they are not, I'm a lot smaller now.' Mom went into the living room
and proudly announced, "And here she is, finally," as I followed her in.
I saw my dad and brother staring at me, and immediately I wanted to turn
around and run away. 'Too much attention! Please, don't look at me!' I
didn't say anything though, I just kept quiet and looked down to the
floor.
Dad came up to me, he was so tall now, and gave me a tight hug. "I will
always love you, so don't be so afraid."
I looked up at him, "Thanks, Dad."
Remo kept sitting down but remarked, "Nice tail, Sis!"
I was furious, "What did you just say? What did you call me?"
He got up and when he stood in front of me, I really got scared. 'He's so
big now, or rather, I'm so very small now.' He said softly, "I only meant
it as a compliment. Don't start to pick a fight right away."
I backed down, what else could I do? I was a very small girl, and besides
that, he was right after all. I went to my favorite chair and sat down.
Mom scowled at me. I noticed and said, "What?"
"You need to remember that you're a girl now, and that you are wearing a
skirt. Here, stand up again." Sighing, I did as she asked. She continued,
"Now sit down again, but straighten your skirt out first like this." She
showed me how and I copied her movements.
Then she shook her head in disappointment again. I was flustered, "What
now? I did just as you did, right? Except for my tail, which is bunched
up behind me."
Mom smiled, "Yes you did, but now you're sitting with your legs apart.
Any boy can look straight up to something you don't want them to see."
I slammed my thighs closed, mortified, I hadn't even thought about that.
'Shit, I really have to learn a lot again.' Remo was smiling broadly at
my lessons. "Don't smile like that little brother, or I'll ..."
He interrupted, "You'll do what? You're smaller than me now, and a lot
lighter. Besides, I'm not doing anything."
Mom saved me, "Yes, you're quite right. You're not doing anything. Go
take care of feeding the animals."
Remo whined, "But that was Walter's job."
Mom glared at him, "Do you see Walter here? It will be your job from now
on."
Remo just stared at both Mom and me, before swallowing visibly. "Yes Mom,
I'll get right to it."
I started, "Maybe I can ..."
But Mom cut me off, "No you can't. I don't want you doing your old
chores. You can come with me."
I was confused and a bit scared, 'What does she have in mind for me now?'
"Where are we going Mom?"
"To the kitchen, I want you to help me there."
I pouted, though I didn't realize it at the time. I wasn't a stranger in
the kitchen, we'd all had to help Mom there at one time or another, but I
realized without her saying it, that now she'd expect me to help her
there all the time. I followed her and she put me to work on peeling
potatoes and carrots. In the meantime Mom started preparing the meat. As
she started cooking I found myself sniffing all the different odors and
not liking all of them. Especially the meat being fried was offensive to
me. It used to be my favorite smells, but not anymore. 'Maybe I changed
into a vegetarian?'
Dad came into the kitchen, "That smells good, here. How long till
dinner?"
Mom answered, "About 20 minutes. You need to clean up first. Wal ...
sorry. Can you start setting the table already, honey?"
Angrily I responded, "I'm not a honey, Mom, so don't call me that."
Mom and Dad looked at me. I asked suspiciously, "What, what are you
thinking?"
Mom sighed, "You need a new name, honey. You're not Walter anymore. How
about the name of my favorite grandmother? Her name was Sinthia."
I repeated, "Cynthia?"
Dad piped in, "Yes Sinthia, but spelled as Es, Eye, En, Tee, Aitch, Eye,
A."
I thought about it. 'It's better than Walter. I always wanted a cool
name, This isn't exactly cool, but it's different and exotic. I do like
it.' "Okay Mom, I'll accept it, thanks."
"That's settled then. Now Sinthia, can you start setting the table
please?"
"Yes Mom, right away." And I started to get the plates and utensils. Soon
most of the things were on the table and Mom and Dad put the heavy pans
on the table. As everything was set, Remo came in and washed up for
dinner. We sat down at the table and said grace.
After that Remo said impatiently, "Load me up please, I'm hungry. How
about you Bro ... I mean Sis."
Mom scolded him, "Remo, be more patient. And please remember that Sinthia
is now your sister."
Remo was surprised, "Cynthia?"
I said softly, "Mom said she'd like to give me the name of her favorite
grandmother, Sinthia which is spelled: Es, Eye, En, Tee, Aitch, Eye, A."
My little brother looked at me, "Nice name, Sis. So how are you feeling?"
"Okay I guess. It's still a lot to take in. I still feel weird in this
body."
Mom interrupted, "No more talking, eat!"
I tried a little from the meat that Mom put on my plate, but I didn't
like it anymore. I gave it all to Remo who was surprised, but
appreciatively nodded thanks. Mom looked at me as I did that, so I
explained. "I think I am going to be a vegetarian now, Mom. Sorry."
"There is nothing to be sorry about, honey. Just eat the rest of your
dinner."
I sighed, 'She's still calling me honey, I wish she would stop.'
The rest of the dinner was pretty quiet and uneventful. But when I got up
to gather the plates to bring them to the kitchen, I brushed on something
with my tail. Remo exclaimed, "Hey, watch it with that big thing, will
you."
I felt mortified, 'Oh how can I ever get used to this. It's so horrible.'
I didn't let anyone see that I was feeling so awful again, but hurried to
the kitchen with a full load. There I saw the knife Mom had used for the
meat. It was such a big knife and I picked it up looking at it. 'I bet I
can plunge this deep enough inside me, so I'll die quickly. I don't want
to live like this. It's better for everyone if I just kill myself here
now.'
I raised the knife high up above my head, ready to plunge it quick and
deep into my heart.
End of Chapter 2
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