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Notes:
1)I am not an english-native writer, I do mistakes when I write in
english, if you don?t like to read stories with errors, don?t read mine
(but if you want to help me improving my english, feel free to send me
your comments for sylvia.wechsel at gmail)
2)I conceived this series as an excellent opportunity to describe
multiple gender swapping transformations, alternating f2m and m2f, while
describing the different ways people adapt to the new situation.
3)The plot is located in a futuristic world living a "dark ages" period.
I will describe it in the next episodes. The role of monasteries as
bearer of the ancient (that is, today?s) knowledge is not original. The
first time I read about this idea was in "A canticle for Leibowitz", a
book by Walter M. Miller, but the idea was used in other media, as for
example "Babylon 5".
4)The only episode in which a gender transformation is described is this
one, in the next ones only the outcome of a transformation is described.
My name used to be Marek and my parents died in a flood, when I was still
a young boy. This meant that I wasn?t expected to have a bright future
prospect, especially 200 years after the fall of civilization, but I was
lucky: having no other known relatives I was raised by the monks of a
nearby monastery and grew up among them. I had no intention to become a
monk myself, especially due to their ascetic lifestyle and celibacy. All
their life was dedicated to study, nature contemplation and preservation
of the ancient knowledge, and this was not appealing to me. Nevertheless
they still allowed me to live and work there as their gardener when I
reached adulthood. It was a good life: I had a place to live, a small
house built inside the monastery terrain, had enough food and even
received a small payment as their employee.
I lived in a small village, with about 1000 inhabitants, located close to
the rim of the inhabited world in what was know prior to the fall as
"South America". It was mainly an agrarian culture, which lived mostly
from the subsistence agriculture. Nevertheless some commerce and industry
still existed and the main institution responsible for this was the
monastery, which, therefore, dominated the local economy.
I had an active sex life. Being at that time a 29 years old male I had
"known" most of the single women (in the biblical sense), as well as
some of the married women too. Being a monastery employee I was safe so
I didn?t need to fear jealous husbands or boyfriends, but this doesn?t
mean that I was a conqueror. There was simply no other options for
entertainment in the village.
Once a beautiful stranger arrived in my village coming from southeast,
out of the old sea road. I used to see her when I came to village to buy
everyday products for the monastery in the local grocery store and got
immediately interested. She was a gorgeous blond woman, with curly long
hair and was always dressed in a quite feminine way, using fancy earrings
and makeup, lots of bracelets and rings. She was not like the other
province ladies of the village. There was also something magic about her
and as soon as our eyes met, I felt a strange link forming between us.
She became my obsession and I began looking for information. I learned
that she was living in a small room in the only local guesthouse and that
her name was Illana. I learned also that she used to spend some time
every evening in the local pub, which also belonged to the guesthouse. In
spite of my fame I was unsure and it took me about two weeks until I
finally managed to get courage to address to her. After the first attempt
it was not so difficult to begin a conversation and soon thereafter we
started kissing.
I cannot explain this feeling with words, there was some sort of
connection between us. It seemed that a spark jumped out of our mouths
every time we kissed. As every normal man I wanted to have sex with her
15 seconds after we started kissing, but she always said she wanted to
wait for the right moment. It took one long week until she finally agreed
to "practice intercourse", as the monks euphemistically used to say.
I called her to go to the garden in which I worked. Her room in the
guesthouse provided no expectation of privacy and my small home was in no
condition to receive a woman of her category. Soon we were there, naked,
laid down on the grass, me on top of her. It was a nice warm summer
evening, with cloudless sky illuminated by a bright full moon. As soon as
I penetrated her, I felt a wave of pleasure taking over my body. My penis
was so hard that it almost ached. She started moaning, obviously feeling
as much pleasure as me. I began pumping into her, and something very
strange happened, in one moment I was there, thrusting my penis into her
vagina, but in other moments I felt that I was the one receiving a penis
inside me, just to return to normal in the next moment. No, this is not
right, it was like I was both her and me at the same time and that we
both were the same person, sharing the same sensations. The pleasure was
so intense that this didn't bothered me at all at the time.
We were so involved in the sexual act that we didn't notice the movements
around us, that is, I noticed that some monks were moving around us, but
I could not stop what I was doing to pay attention to them or even to
care about that. I was almost cumming, and due to my connection with her,
I could feel that she was close to her orgasm too. At the right moment in
which we jointly reached the climax I felt something hard and cold being
placed in my head. It all went blank instantaneously. I didn't know where
I was and I felt like there was nothing more in the universe around me,
my mind was empty. This sensation took just a quick moment and when my
conscience came back, I felt the pleasure growing again to an almost
unbearable level and I realized I was cumming. It was, however, different
from I was used to. The feeling was not as explosive as a normal
ejaculation and I also didn't feel I was ejaculating. Moments later I
realized I was not feeling my penis at all and I opened my eyes, staring
at my face lying over me, like if I was facing a mirror. I felt
"something" still pulsing inside me and, to my horror, realized that it
was a penis inside the vagina I now possess. Frightened, I pushed him
(me?) away, feeling his (my?) penis coming out of my pussy, and stood up.
Just then I realized that I was in Illana's body. I was mesmerized about
that and was taken out of this torpor by Thuangduul, the head monk, who
shook my shoulders, calling my name, until I reacted. After the first
shock, and understanding my situation, I became angry. Someone stole my
body.
I asked the impostor I thought was occupying my body:
"Who are you?"
I recognized Illana's voice coming out of my mouth, it was weird.
"What do you mean, who I am? I am Marek, as you know!"
Although that situation was disturbing to me, I could feel that he (me?)
was also uncomfortable and knew that something was not quite right.
I started arguing with him, telling that he was lying, that I was Marek.
I called him an impostor and demanded he should return my body, but then
Thuangduul intervened. He told us we were both right, we both were Marek.
Baffled with that statement we both turned towards him. Then he told us
that the creature which had previously occupied Illana's body was a
demon. Its main intent was to spread havoc among mankind by "hoping"
between bodies at random using the sexual act and that the monks had
received news from its movements through their information network (monks
traveling in donkey backs) since it was identified in the last village it
had practiced its undoings, almost one month before.
I asked why they did not intervene, if they knew what was going to
happen, but then he told me that the only way to kill that demon was to
"short circuit" an ongoing mind transfer, which they could only do after
it was initiated. This was the only occasion in which the demon became
vulnerable, and was possible only when the demon was occupying originally
a female body, since in a male body he would sense the trap and flee
before it could snap. They did this using the helmets (I noticed that the
brass helmets, which had been put on our heads during our orgasm, were
linked by a metallic wire). Due to the helmet Illana's body was occupied
by a copy of my soul, that is, me, as soon as the demon left. Hence the
demon was not allowed to enter my body, still occupied with my soul, and
dissipated into thin air. This is why I still feel I am Marek. Still
doubting what the Thuangduul said, we began asking questions to
ourselves, questions that only Marek would know the answer. After some
time we got convinced that his story was true.
I was still naked and, and without other option, I got Illana's (or
whatever was the demon's name) dress from the floor and dressed myself,
being helped by the monks. "Marek" was also getting dressed, but at least
he could use my normal clothes. After all this the monks led me inside
the monastery, gave me some food and prepared a sleeping room for me.
Something quite extraordinary, since women were strictly forbidden (for
obvious reasons) inside the main building of the monastery.
Next morning, as I woke up, I took a couple of minutes before I could
remember what happened the night before. I found a mirror inside the
bathroom (the monks gave me a room with bathroom, this meant that someone
very important had ceded his room to me last night, maybe Thuangduul
himself) and saw Illana's familiar face. I examined my body. I have now
large breasts, slender waist, large butt and long shapely tights, that is
I am a gorgeous woman, what I was already aware of, since I had carefully
examined this body with my hands before the swap. I searched further
"south" and found the pubic hairs and the vaginal lips, I had to touch it
to believe. I touched that little knob of flesh located approximately in
the place were my penis used to be and by doing so, I felt that my vagina
was starting to get wet, this was quite disturbing and I took away my
hand from that region. I did my morning hygiene and left the room, using
the same dress again, which I managed to close without help, this time.
I found the monks in the breakfast room and they invited me to join them.
I was frustrated and argued with Thuangduul about my fate, but he
convinced me that there was nothing that I could do against that. In
fact, "I" was still in Marek's body, even if it was possible (and
Thuangduul warranted me it wasn't) it was no use to try to swap again
with "him", it would mean only that the other "me" would need to change
places and get literally into my shoes. Someone had to occupy Illana?s
body and this someone had to be me. Even I could understand that this,
in
spite of not being fair, was logical. Thuangduul asked me if I made some
decision about what I would do next. Of course I said I had not think
about it yet. He told me I should talk to Marek first (I was already
accepting to be called Illana, to simplify the things) and then return to
him.
I sought Marek in "my" familiar house. He was surprised with my visit. I
sat at his side in the familiar bench and we started a conversation. It
was an awkward situation, I was feeling like I was talking to myself
(what I indeed was, but you surely understand what I mean). I told him
about Thuangduul's question. Marek asked me if I would not like to stay
there, as his wife. Just after he said that, he regretted and we both
dismissed that sick idea. This would be too weird!
No, there was no way to stay there, being reminded all the time of what I
had lost. I had to leave, but where to? I had never traveled past the
borders of the forest which limited our village from its neighbors. I
had no idea where to go. I said goodbye to Marek and decided this would
be the last time I would ever see him in my life.
I returned to Thuangduul. He asked me what I had decided and I told him
about my decision to leave. He said:
"Good, then I have a proposal for you".
Thuangduul explained that he had a mission for me. He told that nobody
knew where the demon had been summoned, but whoever was responsible for
this, would be a quite powerful, mean and dangerous wizard or witch. The
only way to track the guilty one was to retrace the demon's journey, but
in the reversed direction, locating the persons who had been swapped by
the demon. I would need to look for clues about the path pursued by the
demon with those persons and travel from village to village until I found
the one responsible for summoning the demon. I would be helped by the
worldwide monastery network and, as soon as I found the guilty wizard or
witch, I would contact the monks and let them do the containment.
In order to be identified by any monk as bearer of this mission,
Thuangduul gave me a ring. They knew that the demon traveled by walk (any
mounting animal would recognize it for what it was) and was able to
perform the swapping only once during a full moon. From the monks
records, they knew that this kind of demon never skipped one swapping
period, these informations gave us the approximate length pursued by the
demon between swaps, maximum 28 days by walk.
The idea was appealing, at least for some time I would have an objective
in my life and this would allow me, at least indirectly, to pay back to
the one responsible for my situation, so I said yes.
The first leg of the trip would not be difficult. As I already wrote, the
monks had tracked the demon before arriving in our village and they knew
that its last swapping had taken place in the village of Haltdoor, about
7 days of travel by walk southeastwards, along the old road which led to
the sea.
The monks lend me an ox cart, so I would do the travel faster than the
demon. We retrieved Illana's belongings in her rented room (and I changed
for a clean dress, since mine was already smelling bad) and two days
latter I was ready to start the trip. The monks hired an elderly lady to
go together with me until Haltdoor. Her name was Maricza and she was
aware of my situation. She would help me to adapt to the woman things,
like dressing, washing my own clothes, combing my hair and other similar
things.
Here we are, at the border of the forest which marks the boundary of
Marek's home village. We expect to arrive in Haltdoor in three days. I
look back for the last time. I feel no regret about leaving forever. I
drive the ox cart forward, into the forest and start my journey.
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