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1)I am not an english-speaking writer. I do mistakes when I write in
english. Please don?t read my stories if your only interest is to
criticize me for these errors.
2)Some passages could be interpreted as prejudice against developed
countries, this is not my intent. In the future episodes I will give more
informations about the fall and I hope this will clarify things.
The Journey - Episode 2: Illana
by Sylvia Wechsel
The road to Haltdoor was solitary, we saw no one else during these three
days. The road ran along a river valley at some points, so there was
enough water all the time. The old days of polluted rivers were long in
the past. All the way we saw the ruins of the abandoned cities.
Being raised by the monks had an advantage: I attended their monastic
school, the only institution of this kind still functioning in our world.
I knew, from attending the history classes, about the old glorious days
of mankind, when those cities were full of people and the road was full
of automobiles, mythic machines able to travel enormous distances in
short times. All this collapsed about 200 years ago, by a combination of
economic crisis, climatic changes caused by the lack of environmental
preservation and a terrible plague, which wiped out about 99% of all
mankind in just a few weeks.
The survivors of the plague first tried to cope with the situation, and
kept doing their business as nothing happened, but soon, without
industries to produce spare parts and workers to operate the power
plants, the electricity network broke down and, with it, all industrial
civilization collapsed. I knew about electricity only because of the
laboratory experiments I attended at the monastic school as a child.
Without that I would never know even what was a light bulb.
The collapse of the administrative structures spread chaos and anarchy
worldwide and, less than 10 year after the fall, the survivors were
killing themselves for food and for the loot of the old technology, like,
for example, the copper cables from transmission lines or good quality
steel from different abandoned structures. Starving populations migrated
from the countries all around the world. Some of the once proud
"developed countries", now devastated by terrible hurricanes, severe
drought and floods, turned into wastelands. These populations invaded
other areas like here in the south, by walk or by sea. These areas, at
least had plenty of drinking water and agriculture was still more or less
working. The climate changes produced also milder catastrophes in these
areas.
Another half of the world's population died in the resulting wars and the
few who survived this second slaughter, which lasted for about 30 years,
reunited around the monasteries, which were once called "universities".
The world went dark again, our society is still healing from these wounds
and became agrarian, since producing food was much more important than
any kind of technological comfort.
The travel wasn't rough. The cart was big, so we could both sleep there
and not over the floor, which was important because of the wild animals
and insects. We did bring enough provisions, so we didn't need either to
hunt or to fish our food.
At first I was rebellious about my fate and refused to acknowledge that I
am now a woman. With Maricza's help, which has a huge patience, I finally
learned how to take care of my dresses, washing them. She also taught me
more prosaic things, like the right way to clean myself after doing my
physiological necessities or how to arrange my long hair so it would not
steadily be in front of my eyes. She enjoyed collecting wild flowers in
the woods to prepare hair arrangements in me. She used to say that the
earlier I accepted my new gender, the better it would be to me.
After the second day of journey I realized that my attitude was not
productive and I stopped complaining. I dedicated the last day of travel
to Haltdoor to practicing and, at the time we arrived in Haltdoor I was
already making quite passable hair arrangements myself. After all, I knew
I was pretty and there was no point hiding it from the whole world.
We entered the village and went directly to the local monastery. Word of
my quest had reached them (amazing how fast those donkeys traveled), such
that they were already informed about our needs. They had already located
Illana's previous home, so we followed them to the local. The house
seemed abandoned and there was no sign of human occupancy at least since
the time the demon left Haltdoor. There was also no sign of the man whose body
is now occupied by Illana's soul (the original soul, of course). I got
depressed and thought that maybe my search would end even before it
properly started. Maybe the man committed suicide or simply left the
village without warning.
Illana (that is, the original Illana) had a considerable wealth for my
standards. Her home was more stable then the ones I was used to since it
was made of cement and real bricks and not the usual mixture of scavenged
bricks held together by a mass made of clay and the all present plastic
chips that became common after the world's economical and environmental
collapse. The neighborhood was also richer than what I was used to in my
old village. I concluded that Haltdoor was more prosper than my old town
and speculated if this was mainly due to the fact that it was closer to
the sea and more able to benefit from the remaining overseas trade. After
the economical collapse this was only possible using sailing ships again.
We searched for "my" neighbors and they recognized me (I mean, Illana).
It was not easy to hide from them that I was not the lady they knew, but
I invented a story about a business trip. Since I was accompanied by the
monks, they apparently believed in it.
I asked them if they saw the man I was "dating" before my departure. It was
a long shot, but I believed that, richer or not, they would be as
curious, and prone to gossip, as in any other part of the world. I was
right. They saw a man surrounding the house after my departure, who
disappeared some days later. Certainly it was Illana in her new male body.
I wondered why she didn't use the house, but then I remembered that this
house still had a lock, whose key we did find in the demon?s belongings
in my village. The demon probably locked the house and Illana couldn't
enter without breaking in. Haltdoor seemed a place where some kind of
police still existed, even if rudimentary, and breaking into a house in
such conditions wouldn't be wise for a "stranger".
We began the search by looking in the hospital (Haltdoor still possessed
a working hospital), but no one knew about a stranger male in the city. I
was almost loosing my hope when we ran into a couple of bums sleeping in
an alley. Haltdoor was richer than my old village, but we didn't had
mendicancy there, so the social problems were also bigger.
One of the bums stood up as he saw me and came aggressively towards me,
cursing. We quickly concluded that he was the man into which Illana had
been transformed.
He was in a bad shape. He got easily restrained by the monks. I tried to
explain to him that I was not the same person who had done him harm, but
he wasn't listening. He was completely drunk, filthy and collapsed before
he could understand what I was saying.
The monks helped me and Maricza to bring him to Illana's home. Maricza
gave him a sponge bath, shaved his beard and cut his hair while he was
still asleep. The monks brought clean male clothes and Maricza dressed
him. He was, at least, looking like a human being again. I was not
involved in this since I was not ready to deal with a naked male body,
but I am a good cook (this has nothing to do with being transformed into
a woman, when I was still Marek I had to cook my meals almost everyday,
so I did learn) and went to the kitchen to prepare a lunch, since I was
sure he would be starving.
I was still in the kitchen when he woke up. Maricza was there with him
and briefly explained the whole story, that is, how I ended up in
Illana's body. He calmed down and, indeed, he was starving, and having an
enormous hangover. We met again face to face in the kitchen, while he
devoured the meal I cooked. I felt disappointed as I learned that he had
no clue about who he was (that is, his male self). As he, ashamed, told,
Illana was a very liberal young woman and used to invite male company she
found in the bars to cheap hotels for sex. She met the demon during a
full moon and the transfer was done. After that she fell asleep for at
least 12 hours.
I didn't know at the time, but the monks which were together with us told
this was the usual outcome of the demon?s attack: the victim slept. This
was surely a defense mechanism designed to give the demon enough room to
escape. In my case the outcome was different because the full
transformation was prevented by the monks? intervention. After waking up,
he didn't know what happened. He found out only the male clothes the
demon left behind, without identification documents. He dressed and went
to Illana's home, only to find it locked. He ended up sleeping in the
streets and without money he started to drink heavily to forget the
hunger. It was a wonder that he survived so much time after this.
>From one side I was relieved only by thinking that this would be the
outcome in my case if the Thuangduul?s monks didn?t intervene. I would wake up
alone, in a female body, without knowing what happened, while the demon
would disappear, stealing Marek's body. From the other side I still
remembered, with disgust, the sensation of coming into consciousness in
the middle of a female orgasm, feeling a penis still ejaculating inside
my body and thought that falling asleep after that would have, at least,
spared me from this experience.
I knew that the demon, still using Illana's body, rented a room in my old
village. I thought that maybe it had done the same in Haltdoor. I asked
the monks to help me finding a recently rented room, which had been
abandoned by the rentee. While they searched we remained in Illana's
home. The man was in no condition to help and I had no knowledge about
Haltdoor. They spent two days in this search, until they were successful.
I used to think I had been badly hurt by being a victim of the body
swapping, but that poor guy (I had decided to call him "Joe" at this
time, to facilitate things) was in a worse shape. After our initial
conversation in the kitchen he started avoiding me, and, when this was
impossible due to circumstances, he never maintained eye contact. Surely
the sight of someone else "using" Illana's body was too much to him. I
reevaluated my behavior and swore to myself that I wouldn't fall in that
kind of depression, after all, things went much better to me. I was not a
defenseless victim like Joe.
I was indeed transferred to Illana?s body, but my soul still occupied
Marek?s body and the demon had been destroyed. I am NOT Marek. I am a
COPY of Marek. The original one was still living his (my) life in my old
village. From this point on I realized I was a different person.
Me and Joe went to the place the Monks found out and the landlord, as
soon as he saw Joe, started to complain about the delayed payment.
Fortunately I had brought some cash and could pay the debt. We were
allowed to enter the room. We found out all his things were intact. We
were lucky: he had documents and we discovered that his true name was
Thomasz of SansB.
Family names became obsolete after the population figures drastically
diminished in consequence of the pest and of the wars, people started
being identified again by their city of origin. Provided I could find
documents with the demon's victims, my task of tracing back the demon?s
steps would not be too much difficult.
Living in a distant village at the border of the civilized world I
believed, my whole previous life, that the world had regressed
homogeneously to the civilization level I was used to. Now, looking at
the reality in Haltdoor and, especially, at those documents, I realized
that the fall hadn't been so severe in that part of the world, or maybe
this was already a sign of recovery. I started wondering what else would
I find in my journey. Was it possible that something of the old glory
days of mankind still existed somewhere?
We collected Thomasz' belongings and returned to Illana's home. I
discussed with the Monks my next trip to SansB, believing that Thomasz
would be happy to stay in Illana's home, when I left. On the contrary, he
became increasingly depressed (as if this was possible!) and taciturn.
That night he searched for me (what a wonder!) and said he wanted to come
with me in my journey. This caught me by surprise. I was sure that just
the sight of me caused an unbearable pain in his soul, so why would he
desire to continue feeling that? Soon I realized, however, that Thomasz
was disoriented. Maybe finding his name gave him the same clarity I had
found just the day before (that is, a decision about who he really would
be from that point on), or maybe he just wanted to keep close to someone
he really knew (me). Anyway I decided it would be a good thing to have a
companion for my journey, since Maricza had to return to my village.
We decided to sell Illana's home. I wanted to give him all the money,
but he insisted I should take it, since I would need it in my Journey.
Finally we agreed that he would receive 60% and me 40% of the total,
since I wanted to keep Illana's clothes and some of her belongings (like,
for example, two nice, and very big, suitcases she had inherited from a
great grandmother). We made the arrangements and three days later the
Monks told me they found a buyer. We sold the house cheap, and so it was
easy to make the deal. We cleaned the house, selected the itens we would
bring with us and donated the rest (furniture, houseware) to the local
Monastery.
Before leaving, Thomasz told me he wanted to give me something. It
was a large wooden box, looking quite old and fully decorated. When I
opened it I found out it was a jewelery box, with a small separated
section containing make up stuff and a small mirror. He explained to me
that the box belonged to Illana's family for generations and that the
pieces were mixed, some were cheap accessories, but there were also real
jewels inside. I didn't want to accept that, but he said Thomasz wouldn't
have utility for that anymore and that, after all, the box belonged to
Illana and I was Illana now.
Later I recognized that this gesture had a profound symbolism. He was
unconsciously giving away his femininity, as well as his identity, to me.
As to stress this he opened the box, chose some fancy earrings and placed
in my earlobes. I am quite sure I blushed. I also felt a shiver and my
nipples got erected, what he, thanks God, didn't notice since I was
wearing a bra that day.
He then took a small pencil and tweezers and shaped my eyebrows, then he
applied shadows in my eyelids, blush in my cheeks and finished applying
lipstick. He took the small mirror in the box and showed me the result.
Two days before I had the epiphany about who I was (not), that time I was
having a new one, about what I was, and I was definitely a woman. I felt
the arousal growing and, if I were alone, I am sure I would masturbate,
but, thankfully, I managed to control myself.
I locked the door and gave the key to the monks to keep for the new
owner. Then I hugged Maricza (who was radiant about my new look) and said
Goodbye to her. She departed with the ox cart back to my village. We
bought a donkey (we had to descend the mountains which separated Haltdoor
from the sea and the cart would not be useful) to carry our luggage and
joined a convoy who was transporting goods to SansB.
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