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Notes:
1)I am not an english-speaking author. I do mistakes when I write in
english. If you does not enjoy stories which contains errors, please,
don't read mine (this is the last time I include this warning).
2)I needed some geography to set this story, this is why I adopted my own
country as the place in which this story takes place. Some of the city
names are invented, but some are contractions of present names, I use the
rule that people has the tendency to shorten names as the time goes by,
for example, SansB is the city of S?o Sebasti?o, Spaul is the city of S?o
Paulo and Nitry and Rjan are, respectfully Niter?i and Rio de Janeiro.
3)I am not an environmentalist, but in my plot the weather changes due to
the greenhouse effect are the main reason for the economic crisis which
contributed to the fall, my idea is that the larger influx of heat coming
from the sun reflected in a reinforcement of the weather patterns existing
today, so, for example, the rainforest which today covers the Serra do
Mar mountains (described in the text) became more humid and than today
and also they bacame permanently covered by clouds.
4)Up to now I described the transformation as magical, but Laisa raises
the possibility that this is really a Sci Fy story, the idea is that we
will be in doubt about this up to the final episode (and I have no idea
now how it will develop).
The Journey - Episode 3: Revelations
by Sylvia Wechsel
When I think about the trip from Haltdoor to SansB only one word comes to
my mind: shoes! The path was long and we did it by walk. My body (I mean,
Illana's) was in good shape, after all, the demon did walk all the way
from Haltdoor to my village, so my muscles didn't hurt too much. As Marek
I also used to walk a lot everyday, but the path between the monastery
and the village was closer than one kilometer and the soil was mostly
made of sand, so I could do it most of the time barefoot. The path from
Haltdoor to SansB, however, was full of loose stones and it was
impossible to walk it without shoes. Due to my prejudices I selected,
therefore, a leather moccasin, which didn't look too much "girly".
We took the old road which lead to the phantom city of Spaul and already
after the 10th Km my feet were killing me. The moccasin was too
malleable and its thin leather sole was insufficient as protection
against the sharp stones. Thomasz saw my agony and, after 30Km of walk,
while our convoy did a pause for the animals, he took a leather boot
from my luggage. I discarded that before because it looked too frilly,
but Thomasz insisted I should put it on. The boot was mostly made of
leather strips, but they were firmly attached to its sole, which was made
of a rubbery black material. I didn't know what was that,but Thomasz
informed me that was scavenged "tire". That was the first time I saw a
piece of those legendary automobiles. The boot, in spite of looking
"girly," could be tightly fastened in my calf without hurting the flesh.
The tire sole was not so hard, but it was thick, so I could walk without
being hurt by the stones. After that I learned not to judge the clothes
and accessories for their looks. That was a nice example of a womanly
accessory which was fit to that purpose. After that my walk
became considerably easier.
We continued the journey and after ten kilometers we turned left, in the
direction of the oriental mountains which separated the highlands from
the sea. The forest already looked different. The trees were
intermixed with bushes, hanging parasites (like orchids) and grass,
such that it became more impenetrable in comparison with the ones I
knew. The only free way was the road and the leaders of the convoy
came in front of us cutting with machetes the plants which insisted
advancing over it. I realized that the path was open just because
there were people traveling to and from the sea, should the flux be
stopped somehow, the forest would soon cover the road and that path
would disappear very fast.
One of our travel companions was a small guy (I say he is small, but he
was as tall as my present body) with dark skin, prominent Asian dark eyes
and black straight hair. He claimed his ancestors were the legendary
"indians," who already lived in that area for millennia before the fall.
Me and Thomasz looked at that guy's statement with skepticism. After the
fall, when people stopped killing each other, they started doing the
second thing mankind does at best: having children with each other. It
was very uncommon that someone would claim to know who were their
ancestors and even worse, to trace them back to some particular race
which existed before the fall. Anyway, perhaps due to the isolation...
We stopped for the night at the rim of the mountains, at a camping place which
appeared to be quite frequented. Sleeping so close to that strange forest
was creepy. We kept hearing noises around us and I am pretty sure that
wild animals remained away from us just because of the fireplace. Next
day, during breakfast, I felt the first signs of the illness. I was already
feeling indisposed, especially in the morning, but that day I had to
vomit. Even sick I needed to be very careful. Since the plague ill people
were not treated kindly by the general population and in critical cases,
like that one (an isolated group) it was usual that ill people would
simply "disappear," so I told nobody, except Thomasz, about my
"indisposition".
We resumed the trip and, as soon, as we approached the mountains, the sky
became clouded, the sun disappeared and we were engulfed by a
meteorological phenomenon which I had only rarely seen in the past: fog.
The way was rough. The donkeys seemed to be used to that, but even so, they
had a hard time walking after we started going down the hill. The fog was
so thick that we had to probe the path with the tips of our feet before
making a step forward. The ambient humidity grew fast to 100% and soon
our cloths were totally wet. My dress was glued to my body and I realized
that if the fog dissipated I would give a nice display of my forms to
everybody in the group.
The heat was unbearable and we started to sweat heavily. From time to
time the fog disappeared giving place to an inclement sun, just to return
again no later than 15 minutes after. At that time I was not giving a
damn anymore about displaying my forms, so tired I was. This continued
for a long time until we reached a concrete bridge. Our convoy advanced
over that bridge and I could see that it was cracked at some points. I
asked myself how long would it take before that bridge collapsed and
prayed it would be more than the 10 minutes we needed to go through it.
We were in the middle of that bridge when suddenly the fog opened. Then I
saw the most breathtaking view of my life up to that point. The bridge
joined the two banks of deep a mountain valley, on one side we saw the
mountain covered with a very thick rainforest and a quite steep waterfall
in the middle. The other side, however, was the breathtaking part: we
could see what was surely a very wide distance, up to the horizon. There
was a silvery material covering most of this distance. It took me about
one minute to realize that I was seeing the ocean for the first time in
my life. We could see a big island. Our "Indian" companion told us that
was the island were SansB was located and, indeed, we could see a large
number of white spots in the channel which separated the continent and
the island and with some effort we could recognize they were the sails of
ships, which were anchored at the port. This took only a few minutes and
then the fog covered everything again.
We took all day to make the 10 to 20 Km down the hill due to the
difficulty of the path. At the basis of the mountain the fog fully
dissipated and the climate became somewhat dryer (but still very hot). We
camped for the night at another camping place at the foot of the
mountains. Our "Indian" friend disappeared in the forest and came back
with a large banana stem, which we ate for as complement for the dinner.
I felt a compulsion to devour a large number of those bananas, probably
due to the fact that nothing stopped in my stomach during the whole day
due to the illness. As the night fell the heat decreased a little, but
still it was too difficult to sleep. Thomasz remained quiet during most
of the trip up to that point and I considered him as a pretty boring
companion at that time.
Next morning we finally reached our destiny. A small anchor point were a
bark was waiting to transport the goods and ourselves to the island. Now
we could see more precisely the sail ships anchored in the channel. It
was a magnificent view, the city was far enough from the mountains and,
hence, the clouds gave place to the blue sky and to a sunny weather. The
temperature was not as high as in the forest, maybe due to the constant
breeze which blew from the open sea. In the middle of the channel I had
my first glance of the ruins of sunken buildings near the continent
shore, testimony of the catastrophic rise of the sea level which occurred
shortly before at the fall.
After arriving in SansB our convoy dismantled and we began searching for
Thomasz' home. There was no monastery in the city, so we couldn't count
on the monks to help us, the city was also not so small as the villages I
had visited up to that time (I guess it had over 10,000 inhabitants!). I
got the idea to visit the grocery stores. Somewhere the previous Thomasz
would have bought his food. After a long time we finally found a owner
who knew Thomasz. It was hard to convince him the he had "forgotten" the
way to his home, it seemed he wouldn't buy that story about the amnesia,
but since Thomasz was clearly in front of him, he saw no reason to deny
us his address.
We arrived at the place, a nice little white house, and saw a young
barefoot lady sweeping sand from inside the house with a broom. She was
small (actually, just some centimeters smaller as me), had rounded rosa
face, straw yellow hair and a prominent belly. As soon as she saw us, she
recognized Thomasz and came running, threw herself into his arms and
kissed him.
We were caught by surprise by her attitude, but I could analyze Thomasz'
reaction. First he was as surprised as me, but after some seconds he
started kissing her too. After that she said, almost shouting, so all
neighbors would hear, with a smile in her face:
"Dear husband, how good you returned, come in quickly and tell me about
your journey!"
Before we could even react to that she was pulling us inside the house
and closing the door behind us.
After we got some privacy, she changed her attitude and, still smiling,
said:
"I see that my message finally found my brother monks."
She demanded us to tell our stories. I told mine and Thomasz'. After that
she told us her story. She (the former Thomasz) was an ex-monk. She was a
specialist in the study of that kind of demon that attacked us (but she
never referred to it as a "demon," she called it rather the "creature")
and left the monastery due to "differences in opinion, on how to deal
with it" (in her own words).
She prepared a trap to catch one of them, but underestimated the effect
of the pheromones the creature emitted, so she fell into the trap
instead. She made love with the creature and woke up 12 hours later in
the body of the woman she was now. She quickly learned that the creature
was traveling to Haltdoor and tried to send a message to the local
monastery, but, as our stories proved, the trap would be successful only
in the case of a transfer into a female body (that is, in my case).
During the entire conversation Thomasz kept his eyes fixed on her body,
whose (new) name, by the way, was Laisa. It seemed to me that she had
also noticed that. She continued telling that she was not too upset to
end up being a girl and decided to play Thomasz wife and wait until
someone came back to tell what happened after her transformation. In my
opinion she looked, indeed, quite comfortable in her new body. She had
make up, earrings, bracelets, rings and wore a quite feminine dress,
showing aggressively her cleavage.
I asked her why she was not upset of being transformed into a woman and
she answered that she had studied the creatures for so long that she
already knew there was a risk this would be the outcome and finished
saying:
"Besides that, I always wanted to know how it feels to get pregnant, and now
that I am, I can have this experience in first hand."
That statement took us by surprise. How was it possible that she was
already pregnant. In my count, only about three months did pass since she
was transformed from Thomasz into Laisa, but then she said something
more:
"You see, when the creature transfers from a female into a male body it
always leaves behind a gift: the girl gets pregnant."
The implications of that statement got me paralyzed as I had been turned
into stone. Understanding what went through my mind Laisa turned towards
me and completed, with a smile:
"Yes, dear, congratulations, you'll soon be a mommy!"
It was too much information for my head. I was pregnant? Then the illness
I felt was no illness at all, it was simply morning sickness! This meant,
however, that the father was me, I mean, Marek. I would be both mother
and father of that child. All this went through my mind in just a few
seconds. My head felt like spinning wheel and I fainted.
Next thing I remember was receiving slaps in my face. It was Thomasz, he
was trying to wake me up. He stopped as he realized I was reacting. I
was furious and started cursing the wickedness of that demon. Laisa came
from the kitchen bringing to me a glass of water and started laughing.
She said:
"This is why I left the Monastery. The monks keep filling your heads with
this mystic nonsense. The creature is no demon, it is simply a wandering
brain pattern, and it is not evil by nature, all it does is to try to
survive." I didn't want to hear anything about that. Laisa could think
what she wanted. She seemed quite comfortable in the role of a woman,
perhaps she even desired this before the transformation. Me and Thomasz,
however, were deeply perturbed about what happened to us. Thinking about
this I noticed that Thomasz' behavior was not so depressive anymore.
I tried to predict what would happen to me. In about two or three months
the first signs of my pregnancy would become visible and in about eight
months I would be giving birth to a child, to my child. In the old days,
prior the pest, women would simply terminate an undesirable pregnancy.
After the pest, however, the population figures decreased so drastically
that every child became quite precious. I wouldn't find a doctor to
perform an abortion. Even to me, in my state, the thought of hurting an
unborn child was obscene. So, there was no way out of this, I would
carry on with that pregnancy.
We stopped talking about these things. Laisa went to the kitchen to cook
something for us and I noticed that Thomasz was disturbed and wanted to
talk to me. He said:
"Something happened when Laisa kissed me!"
"You got an erection!" I said.
"Yes," he answered, looking to the floor, embarrassed.
I sympathized with his dilemma. I could well imagine how I would feel if
I suddenly became aroused because some man. I had, however, to comfort
the poor guy and started a conversation "from man to man". I said it was
quite normal feeling the way he felt and that this was a quite normal
physiological reaction. I wouldn't blame him if he wanted to feel
attracted by Laisa, who was, by the way, a quite attractive woman.
Then he said that he wanted to stay in SansB, with her. I felt sad about
loosing the companion, and asked:
"Are you sure she feels the same about you?" Then Laisa returned from the
kitchen, she had been listening to our conversation, and, as if she
wanted to give an answer to my question, she simply went to Thomasz and
kissed him again, this time not so hasty as before. She turned towards me
and said:
"He is my husband!"
That was it. I would continue my quest alone, at least, until I found
someone else to join me. Thomasz decision was not totally illogical. I
could sense he was seeking some purpose for his life and discovering he
would be a father probably overcame the prejudices he had against his new
body and so he embraced the same decision I had embraced a few days before,
namely, to forget that he once was a girl named Illana and to accept the
life as Thomasz from that point on.
After dinner Laisa started a conversation about my plans. According to
her, it was not so necessary to seek for the person responsible for
waking up the creature (in her words). I didn't want to hear that. I must
confess that I was looking for revenge at that time. She simply said:
"It is up to you, your next stop is either the port of Nitry or the
phantom city of Rjan, two days by boat northwards."
Laisa contacted a friend of Thomasz?, a Fisher, who used to transport
people to that region, and we decided that I would resume my journey in
the next morning.
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