Soviet Escape Plan
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I peered outside attempting to find my bearings, attempting to find any
visage of what I had called home. Instead, I was greeted with a snowy
landscape, hills sitting righteously in the distance, snow lying alone
on the ground. The only landmark offsetting this otherwise bleak and
uninspiring scene was a barn sitting about five yards from where I was
now in. From its appearance it had seen many years of service, with only
remnants of fading red pain coating a largely bare wood exterior. The
house I was now occupying from what I could see was a relatively cozy
cottage type setting. It had a sink at the far side wall, to its left
and right was cabinets which I could guess would be used for storing
dishes. Several feet away from that was a small table covered in a table
cloth with two forks lying in front of its two seats.
Several feet away from the table lay the lone door leading to the
outside of this house, laying a few feet in front of relatively small
bed I woke up in. It was small, yet comfortable and probably would be
overcrowded with two people in it, let alone three. A few feet to the
left of the bed was a small desk and chair, nothing was on the desk save
a cup holding several writing utensils. Just then the handle of the
door
rattled, beginning to open and I dove for the bed, for the fact that I
was in body at least a half naked woman and to be seen as such by anyone
would be a blow to my unsure masculinity. I quickly covered myself and
turned around to see who was entering. It was a rugged looking man, not
much older than my current body, but who had obviously seen hard labor.
His face was calloused, dirty and tanned from what I could guess would
be from many days of working in the hot sun. But, I was drawn to his
piercing blue eyes, which assured me almost that he could do no wrong
and no evil intent lay behind them. He was clothed in blue overalls with
long white sleeves from his thermal shirt he was wearing under it
stretching to his hands. These overalls were faded blue, bearing fresh
dirt stains from what I could infer would be from what he was doing
outside.
"Ah, glad to see you are up," he said when seeing me, revealing a
disarming smile and a reassuring voice despite a slight accent.
"Um....hi," I said trying to sound as collected and relaxed as possible,
while attempting to ignore the new voice which emerged from my throat.
"What happened?" I asked, curious how I ended up here on a small farm in
the middle of nowhere.
"I found you on the side of the road. You were turning purple with
hypothermia, your clothes were soaked. I'm glad to see that you have
recovered so fast."
I racked my brain trying to recall anything from this blur in my memory,
but I couldn't find a thing.
"Thank you for saving me," I replied, offering something of a genuinely
thankful smile. I racked my brain as a question emerged from it, would I
rather be dead? I am in a strange place in someone else's body, my
friends, my surrogate family who I had been told to love and who I swore
my loyalty forever behind the wall would not recognize me. I was a
stranger in a strange land, and I would ever be a stranger in my own
home. Would it be better if I froze to death on that foreign roadside?
"Would you like some breakfast?" the man asked breaking into my
thoughts.
"Sure," I said, forsaking my mental anguish for the rumbling emanating
from my stomach "Please turn around."
He looked at me for a moment then obliged turning his face to the sink.
I quickly hopped up; shivering for a moment for my lack of clothing and
inspected the leather jumpsuit I was found in. I slipped into it still
attempting to justify the long, hairless legs with feminine feet that
was now following my orders and going into the dark leg holes of the
suit. But, as I continued to slip these foreign limbs into this suit, I
found it to be warm and dry providing relief from this somewhat chilly
room. I quickly slipped my arms in and zipped up, ignoring the cleavage
tingling a bit from the quick zipping up of the suit, laying restrained
by the white bra on my chest.
"All done?" he asked, hearing the zipping of the jumpsuit.
"Yes," I replied, looking up as he turned around.
"I hope it's warm for you," he said, "it took almost all night to dry."
I felt my body heat being encased in what I was now wearing, as
revolting as it no doubt looked on me. I refused to look down in that
case, remembering how it hugged Natalya's body in all the right places.
But now that I was Natalya, I could not help thinking that I was now on
similar display. Regardless, my body was warm now, sheltering me from
the slight chill I felt once I left the solace of the bed.
"It's perfect, thank you" hearing my new voice once more and noting the
slight Russian accent emanating from my vocal chords, the lunges and
retreats of my throat producing a sweet and somewhat disarming voice,
the very one I heard upon my capture.
"So, how about that breakfast?" he asked, flashing a friendly smile.
"That would be great! I'm starving!" I said, forgetting the predicament
I was now in and noting the growing growling from my stomach.
"I'll be right back then," he said leaving the house for a moment and
returning with two plates of meat and eggs, setting them on the table
upon his return.
I dove for them in the most unladylike manner, stuffing my face in a
near fury, pausing only when I heard laughter. I looked across the table
to find my host, cheeks red, and eyes tearing up with amusement. In
spite of my initial reaction to ask what was so funny, it hit me and I
began to laugh at the humor in the moment. I mean, do all Russian
beauties who you find on the side of the road stuff their face like
rabid animals? Soon after the laughter ceased and we both began eating
once more my host said "If I ever new Russian women liked goat meat and
eggs cooked over a fire so much, I would've married one years ago."
chuckling again. Then it hit me, I may never return to my original body.
So I would be expected by the outside world to get married and possibly
bear children. The thought nearly made me want to spit out my food, but
I managed to condense my disgust and outrage at the idea in a grunt,
acknowledging both my internal ponderings and my host's previous
statement. Then, either curiosity or my female hormones, or both got the
better of me.
"So, you're not married." The moment I said that, the inside of me
revolted over such a flirty question.
"No, actually," he replied with a somewhat sad tone of voice, almost
acknowledging the past and what could've been "I would've loved to but,
I never had the time nor the courage to ask a girl. On a date, much less
that" looking across the table at me with a look of nostalgia
reflecting
in his eyes. I sympathized with the guy, remembering my predicament as a
male, the typical teenage lack of confidence along with the already
extenuating circumstances.
"Me neither, I never actually saw anyone like that. We were more of a
family more than anything. But, now I can't go back home, maybe
forever." At that thought my eyes began to well up with tears, my family
would see me as no one, a passing stranger on the street, not Devin, not
anyone. I began to sob and my host left his chair, knelt to my side and
placed his hand on my back, bringing my chin up with his hand.
"It's okay," he said in a comforting voice, "don't we all have to leave
our pasts behind to begin again? Don't we all have to shed who we were
to become who we are?"
I saw his eyes, honest and pure in their empathy and still sobbing I
nearly leapt into his arms, wrapping my arms around his huge chest,
resting my head on his left shoulder. Maybe it was the foreign
experience of being a female getting to me, maybe the mental strain of
the situation, but from the ravaged, unsure world I now found myself in,
I found safety in these kind strangers' arms. And his words echoed
through my mind "we must shed who we were to become who we are." I
continued to dwell on that phrase as I assured him I was fine, and he
quietly finished his meal gathered the dishes, cleaned them with the
sink's well water and excusing himself from the house once more, again
leaving me alone with my thoughts.
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