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It's your Destiny This is a story I started cooking up as my first TG story many years ago. It is now vastly different, as was Wildfire, and Hiding in plain sight. My last attempt at a normal story was a disaster, so I have to go with the kind of thing I love to write. I am working on stories based on the Highlander universe, as well as the Star Trek one, but this story just won't stay away. Hopefully, you will enjoy it, I awoke with a start to my alarm clock. It was time to get up and go to school. Another day to struggle through my miserable existence. My name is Troy Stanley, and sometimes I think I'm the most miserable person on earth. I was 13, but that was all I seemed to know for sure about myself. Don't get me wrong now. I was an all- American boy. I loved doing things that boys do, like hiking, climbing, just getting dirty in general. I was a great third baseman on our school team. I loved diving into the dirt after a grounder and whipping the ball to first base. I could hit the ball forever, and although I was planning on going to my local public school, I had a couple of private schools with great teams courting me. I got great grades, and even had one of the cheerleaders, a girl named Jessica as my girlfriend. But, there were the strange feelings I had. From my youngest age, I had wondered what it would be like to be a girl. My parents had made sure I was all boy, but there was this strange feeling that it wasn't true. It came out in different ways. We would go to Wal-Mart, and while we were looking in the boy's section for clothes, I couldn't help but wish I was looking in the girl's section. When I got to middle school, I really felt that I was in some of the wrong classes. I did well in shop class, but really wished I could check out Home Ec. I wondered what it would be like to play in gym with the girls. It really got bad when I started going out with Jessica. Sometimes I thought about what it would be like to be a cheerleader. I thought about how I would feel in her uniform. We were pretty close in size, and it was hard not to think about how it might fit. I thought about what it would be like. The fateful day came when we were in the den in the basement of her house. We were working on homework, and half watching TV. She asked, "Are you hungry?" and I told her I was. She went upstairs to get a snack, which I knew would take a little while. I had been tempted for a while to check out the laundry room off of the den. I walked over and opened the door, scared that it would make some noise that her parents or she would hear. I don't think I breathed until I slipped inside without making some noise. Inside, I saw that I was fortunate. There was the laundry hamper I had seen in her room. I was scared to death I would be caught, but couldn't resist the urge to see what was inside. We had never done anything more than kiss, hold hands, or snuggle a little, so there was no reason I would know what her underwear looked like. When I found a pair of panties, I thought I could get them out in my pocket. They felt nice and soft, and I couldn't help but think how they might feel when I tried them on. There was a matching bra, but I was afraid to take it. There were more panties in there then bras, so I was sure one would be missed. I pocketed the panties and ran back out and sat down, just before she came back down with some pizza rolls. I know I was acting a little strangely. I couldn't help it. I was sure she knew, or would figure it out. But, she didn't seem to notice. When we finished our homework, I said, "Jess, I really don't feel well. I need to go home and lay down." She said, "I wish you could stay a while. Maybe that's why you've been acting a little strange. Do you want me to ask Dad to give you a ride home"? I just had to get out of there, so I said, "No thanks, it's only a couple of blocks," and left. I kept expecting her to call me on my cell phone and ask me "What had I done." But, when I got home I told my parents I wasn't feeling well, and went to bed. As soon as I shut the door, I pulled off my jeans, and underwear. I pulled her panties out of my pocket and figured out what was front and back, inside and out. They weren't that different from mine, and I would learn later they were called "boy shorts." The main difference was that they were made, according to the tag of nylon. They were tighter than mine as I pulled them up my legs, but did fit. I couldn't believe how good they felt, but it was more than that. I felt like they belonged on me. I put my jeans back on, and it felt good. I don't know why it felt natural, but it did. I wondered what other clothes would feel like when I put them on. Then I realized I had thought when, not if. I spent the rest of the afternoon just doing normal things, but with the panties on, it felt different. I felt as if something basic had changed, but I didn't know what. How could I be enjoying wearing these when I was the star of my team? A lot of high schools wanted me to play for them. I was all boy. But, there seemed to be a feminine side coming out. How was I going to deal with this? My parents came home from work, and I was sure they would know right away. I was sure I would give myself away somehow. But, they didn't seem to pay any attention, so I finally left it alone. Mom said, "How was school today? I hope you and Jess got some homework done. You both are getting old enough to where we are starting to worry." I said, "Mom! Come on. You know you guys and her parents have given us the talk. We both care too much about each other to do that right now." I didn't tell her that the urge I had to see her naked wasn't so much sexual as to see what a girl really looked like. It was almost a desire to see what I might look like if it was me. But, that sounded insane. I had already started to think I was going nuts. Aside from the desire to try on clothes, I had these dreams. In them, I would look in the mirror, and see a girl that looked a little like me, but she was pretty. Not that she looked like a model or anything, but she just looked beautiful. She was wearing a very fancy dress, and had long brown hair. She had brown eyes like me that looked very sad. But lately the scary part had been happening- she was speaking to me. In the dream she told me, "You aren't who they say you are. They think they are doing it to protect you, and that was true, but you have to get ready. The time is coming when you will become me again, and it can't come as such a shock. You must be ready for it. You will have to learn other hard things, so you can't spend all your time learning to be me. Your parents won't have enough time to tell you and prepare you. Go to Danny Hardy. He won't know about this, but tell him about your desires. He will understand." I awoke with a start. I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep in my room. This was the most vivid dream ever. The biggest part was I had a sure knowledge that it was real. But, how could I really be Destiny? I suddenly knew that was her name, and what to do. The next day was Saturday, so I had a couple of days without school to think about it. I knew Daniel Hardy. The only thing about him that I thought might have to do with this about him was something that had happened last summer. He had been gone with his family for a month, and when they returned, he was dressed as a girl. He didn't just dress like one; he looked and acted like one. He explained that he was being forced to do it because he had been harassing his sisters and their friends. Some of the other kids had given him a hard time, especially the bullies. But Jess and I had come down on his side. I didn't know why then, but something inside me sympathized with him. As for Jess, she was just that kind of girl. Jess and I had stayed friends with him. We had seen that he had gone back to school as Danny, but still became Danielle on the weekends. I rode my bike over to his house after breakfast. For some reason, Mom and Dad didn't seem to be thrilled to know I was going. They seemed to like him and his family well enough, but they also had a problem with me hanging out with him that they wouldn't explain. But, I never lied to them about where I was going. When I got to his house, he answered the door as Danielle. He had long hair anyway, and just brushed it out differently when he was her. I've got to get used to these pronouns, I thought. She looked around as she let me in and said, "Isn't Jess with you today?" I said, "No, she went out of town with her family, and anyway I need to talk to you myself"/ She went inside, and got a couple of Sprites from the fridge. We went up to her room, after I said hi to her Mom. She had never shown any real interest in boys, and since I already had a girlfriend anyway her Mom wasn't worried about me. When we got there, I sat on her chair while she kicked back on the bed. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I could see her bra through the shirt, in which she had some breast forms. Last summer, she had been forced to wear them glued on. Now, she just put them in. because Jess and I never treated her like a freak, she had been open about all this. She was still struggling with how much she liked being Danielle. It created some conflict in her, because she thought it was the real her, but becoming her full time meant giving up some of who she already was. We finished our drinks, and I still couldn't think of a way to start. Finally, I said, "I know you have seen me in the locker room, so don't freak out on me. I guess the best way to tell you is to show you first." I pulled down my shorts, showing her the panties I still had on. I don't know what I expected, but although she looked surprised, she didn't freak out. She said, "I want you to know, you're not the first boy that I've seen wearing panties besides myself. Being out in the open about it has caused some to come up to me. Do your parents make you wear them, or did you start on your own"? I said, "This is the first time I've ever worn anything. I just had to see how it felt. I took them from the laundry at Jess' house, and I hate that I did that. But, I love how they feel." She said, "You should never steal like that. I don't even want to think about how she would feel or react if she knew you had done that. If you weren't bigger than me, I would let you try on something of mine. Now, wait here." I sat there, not knowing what was coming next. She came back ten minutes later, caring a bundle of clothing. She said, "Now we aren't going for something super fancy to try and make you look like a girl, but these should fit you better. Go into the bathroom and try them on." I went into the bathroom and started sorting through the pile after I got undressed. I found a pair of panties that I had seen in magazines that were called bikini style. They were nylon like the others. There was a bra there that I managed to put on with some work, and a couple of dress pads to put in it. I saw a half slip and pulled it on. I figured the tag should go in the back. There was a skirt that had an elastic waistband that I put on, and then a white pullover blouse. It was kind of like a tank top, but with a lot of frills around the edges. I finally looked in the mirror. What I saw kind of shocked me. I saw more than just an echo of Destiny. My hair was shoulder length anyway, so I used Danielle's brush to try to get it a little like I had seen Destiny's. Now it was getting scary. I still looked like a boy, but I could see the similarity. I hadn't heard the door open behind me when I heard a voice say "Oh my God." It wasn't Danielle's, but when I whirled around, her older sister Karen was there. She was 15, and obviously the person whose clothes I was wearing. I expected her to yell at me, but she said, "Please don't freak out. Ever since we made Danielle do this and she liked it, I've enjoyed helping her, and even a few of the boys who have come to her. I gave her the clothes when she told me about you. I was just shocked because she said this was your first time being fully dressed, but there is something almost natural about you." I wanted to run and hide, but that wasn't an option. So, I cried instead. I wasn't normally much of a crier, so it surprised me more than them. Karen put her arm around me and said, "I think you need to tell us what's really going on." I said, "I can't. I already think I'm crazy, so you guys will definitely be calling the guys with the butterfly nets. But, I guess I can't take it anymore. If I don't tell someone, I don't know if I can handle it." I then did the one thing that I had been determined not to do. I told them about Destiny, at least about seeing her in my dreams. I wasn't ready to tell them she had spoken to me, because I knew no one would understand. I was surprised by their reactions. Danielle said, "I know you feel like you're the only person like this, but let's go online, and I'll show you a world you probably don't even know exists." As we went over to her computer, Karen said, "I've already seen this, and I believe you and don't think you're crazy. Listen to what she says, and check out what she shows you. I've got to finish my homework." She left the room, and we got on Danielle's computer. She first did a couple of searches to show me that there were a lot of pages for people like us. She went to a page called crossdressers.com and said, "This is my favorite. They have forums for all kinds of people, from people who just dress up to people who are transgendered, and in between. They have a forum for young people like us, too. I'm learning a lot about myself in here, by reading other people's stuff and asking questions that other people tell me their feelings and experiences about. You need to go on there and check it out. There is another site I like called Fictionmania. There are all kinds of stories there about transgendered people that people write. It is kind of fun to read those, and fantasize with people about what might be." We explored for a while, and I set up a new Yahoo email, and then an account on crossdressers.com. I read through some of the teen forums, and put in an entry in the introductions section. We went to Fictionmania and read some stories. I realized right away that I needed to watch the story rating. At 13, it wasn't that I didn't know about sex and stuff, but I didn't need some of the stuff in those stories in my head. Danielle showed me some stories by a Janet L. Stickney, most of them involving teens getting to become girls with support from their families. I didn't know if I thought that was possible for me, but obviously there was some truth to it- look at Danielle. I also liked a woman named Tanyalynn because her stuff was mostly based on pop culture, although she could get very violent. There was something about her story "A Witch's Revenge" that struck some kind of chord with me, but I didn't know what. Before we knew it, most of the afternoon was gone. My mom called me and told me it was time to come home for supper. I had grown so accustomed to wearing the clothes that I hadn't even thought about having to change back. It was with sadness that I took off everything but the panties, and put on my regular clothes. When I left, both Danielle and Karen said, "Good bye, Destiny. Come back and visit anytime you want." It was hard to go, but I knew I could go back. I just didn't know when. I had a girlfriend I had to spend time with, and I was sure my parents wouldn't be happy if they found out. Baseball season was starting soon, and I had practice to worry about. If I wanted to get my best selection of schools, I needed to practice. I had all of this running through my head, so I wasn't paying as much attention to riding my bike as I should have. As I was riding down a quiet street, a car came screeching out of a side street, running a stop sign. It barely missed me, and screeched to a stop. It made as if to back up. I thought they were going to check on me, but as soon as it started back, a cop car that had seen it turned on its lights, and the other car took off. I wondered what the heck that was about. I got home, and hoped that my parents wouldn't see anything different about me. I should have known better. I must have been more relaxed. There was just something inside me that had changed when I actually was Destiny for a while. As I went up to wash for supper, I had kind of a bounce in my step. I was smiling and humming to myself. When I got back down to the table, I dug in to supper, not noticing at first the looks my parents were giving me. My Mom finally made a comment. She said, "You sure seem happy today. Did something happen over at Danielle's house"? I didn't catch the fact that they usually called him Daniel unless he was there as Danielle. As I said, they weren't overly fond of my hanging with him, but they treated him normally, even as her. I told her, "Not really. We just hung out, playing some video games and worked on a project we got assigned together." Although that part wasn't true about what we worked on, we were in a few of the same classes, and had gotten a history paper to share. But, we were already done with it. I was thinking about how that excuse would give me a reason to be over there a couple of times. I needed to find out what it was like to be Destiny again. Mom seemed to be satisfied for now, but I wasn't sure about Dad. After supper, we went out to play catch. Although I didn't really need the practice, it was something we did together that was still fun. As we were throwing the ball back and forth he said, "You know you can come and talk to me about anything no matter what it is, don't you"? I told him, "Of course, Dad. I trust you." I could tell this didn't seem to completely satisfy him, but he let it go. That night, I hid the panties I had, and slept in normal pajamas. When I woke up the next day on Sunday, I went early to my part time job. I put together the Sunday papers at a local store. It also had a deli, so I would grab a free copy of the papers, along with some rolls and doughnuts. When I got home, Mom and Dad were up and we would eat breakfast and read the papers. This morning, they seemed to be focusing on the front page of the New York Times. I didn't really see anything peculiar about any story there, but there was one about a dispute between the U.S. and a small country called Wichonia. It was in Northern Europe. I had barely heard of the place, although going by the news there was a lot of interest in it. It seemed to have some unknown strategic importance. I didn't pay much interest in it- I turned to the sports to check out the spring training for baseball, and then the really important stuff like Dilbert in the comics. We spent most of the afternoon working around the house. I mowed the lawn, which I actually liked. We had an older push mower that gave me quite a workout, so it was sort of fun. I also enjoyed the sense of accomplishment of finishing the job. We finished in time to shower and go out for supper like we normally did. We took turns picking, and it was mine. As always, I picked Italian. I loved it, but so did my parents so they never complained. When we got home, I checked over my homework and made sure it was ready for tomorrow. Then I had some free time. I kept thinking about being on the computer as Destiny yesterday, and spending time on that forum for transgendered teens. I finally decided to check and see if my new person post and the questions I had asked had gotten any responses. My parents trusted me on here, so I wanted to take a risk. I got some really positive responses. One thing that was almost universal though was no more stealing, from Jess or anyone else. But, there were plenty of supportive comments telling me I wasn't alone. I was being told a lot to keep a journal. I didn't want to put it up on my computer, so I dug out a journal book I had gotten last year, thinking I would be using it for a class. It turned out that the teacher let us keep our journal on the computer. Now, I would be keeping Destiny's journal. My first entry was pretty simple. I wrote my name, and how I felt when I finally set my true self free. I wished I could just be me, but I knew it couldn't be for now. I did say that I wished for a way to just be me. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I tried to put on paper the way I had felt when I first saw the girl in the mirror. Could it ever be so? I went to bed, and tossed and turned for a while. I knew it wouldn't be easy to get up for school in the morning if I didn't go to sleep, but part of me was afraid that she would be waiting for me in my dreams. I hadn't dreamed last night for some reason, but I thought I would tonight. Even with the wonderful experience yesterday, I wasn't sure what would happen. I finally fell asleep, and instead of dreaming of seeing her in the mirror, I realized I was wearing a dress. I looked in the mirror, and she was there, but it was me. I had her hair, her face, everything. There was nothing masculine left. I could feel the weight of the breasts that I saw on her chest that were also on mine. I had on a beautiful dress. It was a formal of some kind that reached to the floor. It was white, so white that it almost glowed. I reached out to the mirror, and suddenly it was gone. Suddenly, I was outside. I was still her, but now I was wearing a blouse and jeans. I had on sandals, and both my fingers and toes had polish on them. But, I heard a shot and suddenly Jess was there. She grabbed my hand and said, "We have to run! They're coming!" I took off running with her as I heard and felt shots around us. I saw both my parents and hers with guns firing at something behind us. We were soon surrounded on all sides by people on all sides, but they quit firing. A few people stepped forward, pointing at us. Jess turned to me and said, "You have to do it now! Only you can save us all!" Bolts of energy shot from the hand of a woman who was pointing at us and struck Jess. I saw her scream and go down and- woke up. I was covered with sweat. The dream was like the ones where I had seen Destiny in the mirror- so real that I couldn't see how they weren't real. I would have thought I had a huge imagination, except that I really wasn't a fan of fantasy. I loved mysteries, and had a taste for horror films that my parents thought was way appropriate for a thirteen year old, but fantasy just didn't interest me. In the end, I just wrote it off as a weird fantasy of some kind. For the rest of the night, I didn't seem to dream. I woke up in the morning and went through my usual routine. The dream last night, and the whole day on Saturday at Danielle's seemed like a distant memory. Now I was worried about getting straight As and baseball. I wanted to go to a top college, and killer grades even at my age seemed to be the thing. That, and whether I had any real talent at third base would make all the difference. I got on my bike and rode to school. Jess got there just as I did. We locked our bikes and then kissed. We walked into school holding hands. We were in the same homeroom, but split up for our first class. I had one of my easiest classes first, History. I couldn't get enough of it. I had always had a burning desire to study it, and was quite good at it. We were studying the Great Depression, and how it was like today's economy. The teacher was going to be assigning projects that would be a major part of our grade. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised at who she paired me with. Daniel had been a good student until he started dealing with his transgender issues. I had read that some kids get better at school, but he was struggling. Mrs. Cook, our teacher paired us together. She told us after class that she did it because I was so good at it, and that we were obviously friends. I told her that it wouldn't be a problem. When the class separated into our pairs to start discussing our projects, I knew we could finally talk about Saturday. But, Daniel said, "The time will come for that. Mrs. Cook will be walking around checking on us. Let's just work on this. I really want to work with you, and we can spend some time at my house while we do." I smiled at the thought and told him, "I guess I can wait, but I almost feel like it was a dream. It doesn't seem real sometimes in the light of reality." He smiled a smile that I could see the real person, Danielle behind. He said, "It was very real, and we can check it out this weekend. Let's spend time working on it at your house, and then we can go to my house on Saturday. Your parents probably wont say anything then." We decided to see if we could do our project on the attempted assassination of FDR. It wasn't ever talked about much, but there were a number of conspiracy theories about it. I loved that kind of thing, and knew Mrs. Cook would let us do it as long as I based it all in fact. I had read a book a couple of years ago about it that would turn everything on its head. Not only would we have fun, but I would get a chance to be Destiny as well. Jess and I sometimes ate lunch with him, so we got to tell her about the project. She had gotten her own project, so she brought the guy she would be working on it with over and we all talked about them both. At least I had an excuse for why I couldn't spend this Saturday with Jess. I wanted to spend time with her, but I wanted to spend the time as Destiny even more. Daniel and I talked a lot that week. When he came over to my house, we talked only about the project and worked on it, because we wanted to get as much as possible before the weekend. We wanted to spend that time as Danielle and Destiny. The plan worked, because we were way ahead of schedule when Saturday came. I got up early on Saturday. I wanted to get the wonderful day we planned started early. As soon as I finished, I told my parents I was going. I threw my books in my daypack, and took off on my bike. I didn't know how I would feel when I got there. When I knocked Danielle opened the door with her mom. I said to here, "I guess you would find out sometime anyway. I guess this is as good as any." She said, "Danielle told me that first night. She is always honest, and we honor that. You aren't the first friend like this that she has had. We are always willing to help." It turned out that her sister wasn't going to be there, but she had left an outfit there for me. Danielle had it laid out on her bed. There was a pink and black jumper with a white t-shirt. There was also a bra and pantie set that was pink, and pink tights. I took a quick shower, using some scented soap, and then used some jasmine body spray. I knew I would have to shower at the end of the day to get all of the smell off, but I didn't care. When I put on the panties and bra, I found the same bra pads as before to fill the cups. I slid on the tights. It wasn't so hard the second time. I then pulled on the t- shirt, and then the jumper. When I smoothed them out, I looked in the mirror and saw that it was easier today to think of myself as Destiny. I think it might only have been mental, but I did feel more like her. I went into Danielle's room, and we logged onto Crossdressers.com. I had gotten some more responses to my entries on the forum. Again, although there was a lot of support, people told me to stay away from stealing other people's clothing. I replied that although the week had been very hard, I had stayed away from other people's clothing unless it was offered. I posted about how I felt much more comfortable this time, knowing that I had the support of friends. I hated hiding from my parents, but I would let them know when I thought I could. We spent most of the day walking around the house and playing on the computer. Danielle showed me one site where I could get an avatar and move through it as a girl, and I made one that looked a lot like the girl of my dreams. I showed her to Danielle and told her, "I know she looks a lot like me anyway, but I wanted to show you. This is the girl that I see who says she's me." I was able to do a lot of different outfits with her until I found one I liked. It was a very regal looking evening gown that looked similar to the dreams. I had so much fun that I didn't really keep track of the time. We had taken a break for the lunch his Mom had made for us, but I still didn't realize how late it was until Danielle told me, "Oh my god! Look at the time! It's going to take you a while to get undressed and take a shower and get that stuff off of you. He was right. I had to rush. Then I realized things could go so wrong. I looked out the window and saw my Mom's car. I heard the doorbell, and then her voice. Danielle's Mom tried to buy me some time, but it was useless. She kept asking where I was, and I knew trying to hide was useless. I took in a deep breath, and with Danielle holding my hand, I walked downstairs. Her Mom told me, "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't have a chance to warn you." I waited my Mom to explode, but instead she just shook her head. She said, "I wish you had told us this was happening. We knew it was coming, but thought we could postpone it a little while. But, you do look very nice- I better call your father." This was all a shock to everyone. None of us had expected a reaction like this. I told her, "Please Mom, let me change. I'll tell him, but not like this"! She said, "Don't worry, he knew this would happen too, and he won't be mad except like me he'll be upset that you didn't tell us. Now that it's happening without warning, you aren't safe." This was getting to be too much. I asked her, "What's happening? Does this somehow have anything to do with my dreams? Why am I dreaming about being a girl, and now I feel compelled to do this. I don't just feel like a girl. I know that I am her, more than even what I read about on the web." My Mom just turned pale and said, "Please don't tell me you've posted a picture of yourself." I knew something was very wrong, and for some reason started to cry. I said, "I did post one last week, and today. Please tell me what is going on!" She opened her mouth, but there was another frantic ringing of the doorbell. Danielle answered it and came back with the person I was most scared of seeing- Jessica. She looked at me, and then my Mom and said, "Oh no, it's happening isn't it? We aren't nearly ready." My Mom said, "I don't know if the other side caused it, or she did herself, but we can't do anything about it now." The doorbell rang again, and I was starting to wonder if my baseball coach was next when my Dad came in. He said, "I just heard from the agency. Something is happening on the other side. The government over there seems to know that she is about to be revealed. But, we aren't ready!" He looked at me and said, "We needed to know about this. You're keeping it secret has put you and a lot of people's lives in danger." I said, "I'm sorry, but I really wish that someone would tell me what is going on! If it doesn't really make any difference whether Daniel becomes Danielle, what differenc does it make if I become Destiny?" Jessica answered that one for me. She said, "It matters because I'm not really your girlfriend. I'm really your best friend, and your bodyguard. I've been training from birth almost to guard you at any cost. I was afraid this was happening today, but I got tied up by investigating something else. I didn't think it would matter." My head was spinning. I had to sit down, and fell into a chair. I said, "If that's true, then I'm afraid to ask who I am." Mom said, "First, I need to tell you something. Your Dad and I love you very much, but we aren't your real parents. Your real parents were killed ten years ago in a war. You were sent to us for your own protection from another earth." I said, "Oh, I get it. This is some kind of dream. I'm going to wake up any minute and none of this will ever have happened." Dad said, "No, it isn't. You have had a fascination with Wichovia recently for a reason. That's where you and Jessica are from. It's the gateway to another dimension, where you are both from. You aren't just dreaming that you're a girl named Destiny. You were named that when you were born by your parents. You have a destiny, but it isn't as Troy. You are really that girl in your dreams, Destiny. But, I'll be damned if I know what to do about it. This isn't supposed to be a prolonged thing. When it was time, you were supposed to change back." I couldn't process this. How could I really be a girl, and from another dimension? I had a history project to do. I was going to be the greatest third baseman of all time. When I retired I was going to be a broadcaster. It was all in the plan. As if she knew what I was thinking Mom said, "None of what you know is your true future. It has been created to protect you. Even your very nature had to be hidden. But something has gone wrong. You're supposed to remember and turn yourself back. Somehow, that has been interfered with. Now, your world is in terrible danger, and there is nothing you can do." I said, "I don't know what is going on, but if I'm supposed to be Destiny, then I am going to be her. No matter what it takes, I will be her." To be continued I hope I haven't made things to confusing. I deliberately have been vague because I don't want to reveal too much. This has become a labor of love for me. It was an awful story the first time around, but it was my first. I thought of making it just one part, but it just wouldn't work. Please stick with me, there seems to be an obvious answer to this, but it isn't all that it seems. I am a big Twilight Zone fan, after all.