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For all of his life Lyodd Anderson had been small and weak. He was always
behind his peers in development and was completely unathletic. The boy's
stature made him an easy target for bullies. Other boys were always
teasing him. A few even beat him up. None though were worse than Hector.
Hector was twice Lyodd's size and had the meanest disposition of anyone
in school. For Hector beating up Lyodd was as natural as breathing. From
the third grade on hardly a day passed when the boys didn't quarrel.
By sixteen Lyodd was wise to Hector. He'd learned how to move around the
school so that he could avoid the bully completely, and outside of school
it was only a quick jog to the safety of his home. Of course he wasn't
lucky every day. More than a few times Lyodd had stumbled home with a
bloody nose. Sadly today was starting to look like one of those days.
"Get back here," Hector screamed as he chased after Lyodd.
Lyodd could hardly breath. It felt as if his lungs were on fire, and his
legs full of pins and needles. Even still the short thin teenager
refused to slow down. After so many years he'd become adept at running.
It was the only thing he was any good at. Heck, even the gym coach had
complimented him on that. Unfortunately his speed wasn't doing him much
luck at the moment. Hector was determined to bust him up, and he'd
already been chasing him for half a mile. It was still another half a
mile to his home. Today just wasn't shaping up to be a good day.
Suddenly something caught Lyodd's eye. There were a few abandoned
properties between the school and his home, but one seemed to be occupied.
Better than that it looked like an open store. Quickly he took off
towards the building, hoping to find safety. He had no time to read the
splintered old sign hanging above the door, or to take notice of the
etchings on the lead-glass windows. Had Lyodd taken so much as a second
to check the place out it would have given Hector enough time to catch up.
It was better to just run in and hope for the best.
"Whoa, slow down there," a gruff voice called out as Lyodd came stumbling
in through the door. Lyodd clutched his chest with his hand. He could
hardly breath. It certainly didn't help that the air in the shop was
thick with dust and mildew. After several heavy breaths he finally felt
calm enough to look behind. Hector was nowhere to be seen. Had he given
up, Lyodd wondered?
"He couldn't see this place," the voice said again, "that foolish
delinquent's still running down the road." Lyodd looked over for the
source of the voice and was a bit astonished to find a grizzled old man
in a blue bathrobe. The man's silvery hair was a mess, as was his bear.
His eyes glistened brightly, but just what color they were was impossible
to say. Perhaps most distinguishing was the floppy, ragged bunny slippers
on his feet.
Barely able to speak, Lyodd said, "I'm... I'm very sorry... I was
just..."
"Oh I know what you were doing Lyodd. A good warm-hearted child like you
has no need to apologize. That moronic hooligan is quite the pain, am I
right?"
"Y... Yes, but how did you know..."
"I know everything," the old man sneered, "because I'm a wizard."
For a moment Lyodd wondered if he were dreaming. An antique store in the
middle of nowhere. A strangely dressed geezer. A wizard. This was all
making less and less sense. "Prove it," Lyodd said. "Pull a rabbit out of
your hat."
Snickering loudly the old wizard said, "I'm not that sort of wizard.
Instead I'm going to help you out my dear child. No one should have to go
through life the victim of abuse, so I'm going to change things for you.
How would you like to be completely bully-proof?"
Lyodd was speechless.
The old man walked to his rusted old register and reached down below it.
There was a sound like glass breaking and then several things falling.
Lyodd crept over towards the man, his curiosity pressing him forward.
Suddenly the old man popped up holding a golden ring. "Ah this is it!
This is very special. When you put it on you'll be immune to bullies like
that Hector. Here, take it."
Holding the ring in his hand, Lyodd started to put it on, but the old man
slapped his hand. "No, no, no! A million times no! This ring is
special. You should only wear it exactly when you need to. If you wear
it too much its magic may bleed into you, and..."
"Ok, I get it," Lyodd said, cutting the man off. "How much do I owe you?"
Grunting loudly the old wizard said, "Fifteen dollars and forty-seven
cents."
Much to his surprise that was exactly how much Lyodd had in his pocket.
He paid the old man and then took off back to his home. Had he taken
off just a little slower he would have heard the wizard mutter, "Foolish
child. Listen better when I speak next time."
...
The following day began like any other for Lyodd. He woke early so he'd
be to school long before Hector. He took his shower, ate his breakfast,
gathered his books, and shoved the gold ring into his pocket. Lyodd
didn't really believe the ring would work, but there was something about
it that made him feel comfortable.
Just like any day, Lyodd was the first student to arrive. He was quick to
get to his homeroom, but upset to learn that the teacher was out sick.
There would be a substitute, but they hadn't arrived yet. Nervously the
boy watched the clock. His fingers tapped at the desk. Soon Hector would
arrive, and without a teacher's protection there'd be Hell to pay. Other
students started to arrive and still no teacher. Then the worst thing
happened. Hector came strolling into class. The boy's lips curled into a
freakish grin of yellowed teeth when he saw there was no teacher.
Lyodd's heart started to race. As Hector got closer he felt as if the
hand of death was on his shoulder. Suddenly there was a pain in the back
of his head. Hector had tackled him. In a matter of seconds the
monstrous teenager had punched Lyodd at least a dozen times. Others
gathered around to watch. They chanted and cheered. All Lyodd could do
was curl up and hope the teacher might arrive soon. Hector laughed loudly
as he punched the small boy over and over. The stink of his breath was
almost worse than the sting of his punches.
Digging into his pocket, Lyodd's hand met the ring. Quickly he shoved it
on. For a brief second the world seemed to slow down. No one was
chanting. No one was cheering. Hector's fist came to a stop. There was
a genuine look of concern in the boy's eyes. Lyodd had no idea what was
happening. Out of the blue the students who had gathered around seemed to
become angry. A boy grabbed Hector, another started punching him. Others
joined in.
"Are you alright?" a girl asked as she tried to help Lyodd up.
"Oh God, he just attacked her," another girl cried out.
Unsure of what was happening, Lyodd stammered, "I'll be fine." Something
was wrong. The voice that came out of his mouth wasn't his own. He
looked to the windows where his image was vaguely reflected. What he saw
nearly caused him to feint. The reflection wasn't that of a short nerdy
teenaged boy. Instead it was a cute young girl. Her face was bleeding
badly. What had happened, Lyodd wondered?
As he sat in the nurse's office, Lyodd still couldn't stop staring at his
own reflection. Why did he look like a girl? Why wasn't anyone surprised
that he suddenly looked like a girl? Hector had been suspended, but more
than that he'd had his nose broken by the angry crowd of students. No one
was happy about a boy his size pounding on a small girl. Even the school
nurse didn't seem surprised that Lyodd was a girl. None of this made
sense.
Turning his focus to his finger, Lyodd marveled at the ring on his finger.
"Bully-proof," he whispered. His bright eyes lit up. Was this how it
worked, he wondered? By becoming a girl he was indeed immune to a bully
like Hector, but why do such a thing? Wouldn't it have made more sense if
he became a large muscular man? Or maybe he could have just turned
invisible. Slipping the ring off, he shoved it back into his pocket.
"Are you still crying about that nose bleed?" the nurse yelled from her
desk. "Stop being a wimp and get back to class!" It amazed Lyodd that
this woman was suddenly so hostile. She'd been so pleasant and caring
when he came in. Now she was treating him like... a boy.
After leaving the nurse's station, Lyodd went to the bathroom. Once in
there he locked the door and put back on the ring. The transformation was
instant. There was no flash of light, puff of smoke, or gradual melding.
He just was a girl. He marveled at his reflection in the mirror. Aside
from his swollen nose and eye he looked so cute. Nervously he clutched
the two small mounds on his chest. An unintentional giggle escaped his
lips. He had breasts. Feeling curious he moved his hand down into his
shorts. The boy's face turned red. Yep, that was changed too.
Lyodd realized that although his outsides had changed he felt no different
on the inside. He was attracted to his reflection, so he still liked
girls. He had no sudden feelings for the color pink, or things like
unicorns and flowers. The idea of putting on a dress didn't entertain him
at all, and he had no idea how to paint his nails or fix his long
strawberry hair. He was a boy in a girl's body. The sound of the period
bell distracted him from his train of thought. A grin crossed Lyodd's now
rose-red lips. It was time for gym.
Nervously Lyodd shuffled into the girl's locker room. No one bothered to
stop him. No one seemed upset that he was there. The girls were going
about as normal; strutting around in so little and chatting away as if
everything was fine. Lyodd had never seen a girl nude before. Sadly
today wouldn't be his chance. A few girls had off their bras, but none
their panties. Even still it was enough to excite the boy.
"Do you need some clothes?" a young dark-haired girl asked.
"Oh, she's the one that that asshole beat up! Poor thing, and this is your
first day here too, right? You can borrow my extra shorts," another girl
said as she dug through her locker for extra clothes. It was hard for
Lyodd to believe how nice they were all being to him. He took their
clothes and quickly changed. A couple girls snickered when they saw his
boy's underwear. One even asked if he'd slept over last night.
Gym class was different than normal. Lyodd was used to being picked last
for everything and being an easy target for games like dodge ball. Today
the girls were running track, and of course he was a master at that. He
impressed everyone by outrunning even the fastest girl by a good few
seconds. Coach suggested he try out for track. By the time he got back
to the locker room almost half of the class had given him their email
addresses. He'd never made so many friends so quickly in all his life.
There was no reason to wear the ring through his normal classes. It
amazed the boy how even when he took the ring off in front of people they
didn't notice the transformation. In one instant they liked him, and in
the next they ignored him. It was all so amazing.
...
It had occurred to Lyodd to wear the ring full time as he left for school
the next day. He had no interest in being a girl, but it was certainly
nicer than being a boy. Just in case he'd snuck a few things out of his
mother's closet.
That day was the first time in years that Lyodd didn't arrive early. With
Hector gone there was no need for that. He sat through homeroom and
muddled through math and history. When gym came around he was more than
eager to wear the ring again. Just like the previous day he performed
well. Once class was over he made the decision to keep the ring on for
the rest of the day. Putting on his mother's clothes was an odd thing.
His mom was a well-endowed woman and his female form really wasn't. They
sagged a bit and looked out of date. Being a boy Lyodd hardly noticed
this, but not everyone was so unobservant.
"Wow, did you dig those things out of a rescue bin?" A popular girl named
Rose stopped him in the hall. Rose was the self-imposed queen on the
seniors. Every girl in school idolized her.
"N... No," Lyodd stammered, "they just..."
"Just what? You have no fashion sense. Are you even wearing makeup?
God, what a freak!" There was a lot of snickering over Rose's taunts.
Lyodd wondered why the ring wasn't working. He was supposed to be immune
to this sort of thing, right? Quickly he dodged past Rose, and raced into
a nearby bathroom. The teasing wasn't as bad as he'd gotten from Hector,
but somehow it all seemed so much more mean spirited. Were girls really
so nasty, he wondered?
After changing back into his boy clothes, Lyodd took off the ring and
headed off for class. Now Rose ignored him completely. Maybe it was for
the best, he figured, after all being ignored was better than being
teased.
When school let out for the day Lyodd headed off towards the shop where
he'd bought the ring, but he couldn't find it. How it could have packed
up so quickly was beyond him. Unfortunately he did find something, but it
was nothing he had been looking for. Hector had been walking down the
road too; probably waiting for him. The second Lyodd saw the boy he
started to run, but this time he didn't quite make it. Hector tackled
him.
"I don't want to fight," Hector yelled, "just stay still!"
"Leave me alone," Lyodd screamed. For the first time in his life Lyodd
stretched out his arm and punched at Hector. He fought viciously; biting,
kicking, spitting. Anything and everything seemed fine. Of course it was
all in vein. Hector just shrugged off the attacks and soon Lyodd was too
tired to fight. He just laid there on the ground under Hector panting for
breath.
Hector stood up and just stared at the smaller boy. "How.. How did you do
it?"
"Do what?" Lyodd asked.
Sniffling a bit Hector cried, "You became a girl! I saw it. It was like
fucking magic, and I'm the only one who noticed!"
Lyodd sat up and stared at the large boy who'd made his life Hell. He'd
never seen Hector cry before. It was certainly odd. "So you noticed?"
"Of course! It's not fair! It's not fair that you can do something like
that, but I'm trapped like this!"
"Like what?"
Hector kneeled down closer. His tone softened. "Look at me. I'm so big
and ugly. I hate how I am. I... I like boys. I want them to like me
too, but who could like someone like me? It's not fair that you're so
small and cute. And now you can magically become a girl too? It's just
bullshit!"
A weird idea crossed Lyodd's mind. Had Hector been jealous of him for all
of these years? It seemed so stupid. Lyodd would have given anything to
be big and strong like Hector. Yet all Hector wanted was to be small and
effeminate? Fate was truly a bitch.
"I'll show you if you want. I can show you how to become a girl."
Hector stopped his sniffling. Nodding frantically he cried, "Yes!
Please! I'll never pick on you again, I swear."
Lyodd reached into his pocket for the ring. "This didn't stop me from
being bullied, but I think it's because it wasn't meant for me. Here, you
put it on."
Feeling suddenly a bit nervous, Hector's hand shook as he squeezed the
golden ring onto his thick finger. No, his finger wasn't thick at all.
His hand was small and thin, as was his arm. He stood and blushed as he
pants fell right off from him. Quickly he ran over to one of the old
buildings to stare at his reflection. A wide smile crossed Hector's now
soft face. He turned back to Lyodd and let out the loudest laugh of his
life.
...
The beginning of a new school year meant a lot of changes. Lyodd had
bloomed over the summer and was now nearly six-foot. Coach had promised
him a slot on the track team if he was still as fast as the previous year.
Of course Lyodd was in fact a lot faster now. The students who used to
ignore him were now inviting him to parties and sitting with him at
lunch. A few times they joked about how he was always getting beaten up
before, but that was all history.
Sitting in the stands of every meet was Lyodd's best friend, Helen.
Helen, as far as anyone was concerned, had transferred to the school from
out of state. With her thin body, girl-next-door face, and pleasant
attitude she was easy to warm up to and had made a lot of friends. In
fact the only time anyone had seen Helen lose control was when she shoved
Rose into a locker. After that Rose didn't dare make fun of Helen's poor
fashion sense.
The old wizard would from time to time sneak by to check up on the young
boy who'd stumbled into his shop. He wasn't at all surprised that Lyodd
had figured out how to really use the ring. He also wasn't surprised when
the ring ceased being magical after all of its magic had bled into Helen.
Now it was just a nice ring. No, more than that it was a lifetime
commitment of friendship between two people who had been enemies. And who
knows, in a few years if their feelings for each other continued to
bloom maybe it would be a symbol of so much more.
The End.
Aeryn
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