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Incompatible: Birth of a Spellbinder Ragnarok Rising: Part I by D.A.W. This rant is brought to you by the demented mind of D.A.W. This story is something of an experiment. I wanted to write a story in first person, but I didn't want to be confined to a single narrator. So, after some input from the good folks on the Fictionmania Message Board, I decided to write the story as if it were a journal. The story is compilation of the protagonist's journal entries. It contains several entries from the journals of his mother who plays a large part in the story. As before this story is a work of fiction and as such any resemblance to real life individuals events or locations is purely unintentional. Only Fictionmania, Bigcloset Topshelf, & tgstorytime.com have permission to post this story and my previous work unless I state otherwise. This story pays tribute to the original 'Die Hard' movie and the novel it's based on. There is a brief part of the story that bears some resemblance to the movie. This is intentional. For some reason I found the idea immensely amusing and decide to go with it. I'd like to thank both Holly H. Hart and for djkauf for the wonderful job they did editing my story. RESUBMISSION NOTE: This is a resubmission of and old story. The story itself remains the same, but when this story was first posted on FM I had yet to come up with a title for the trilogy. Along with an updated series name I've also made some minor changes in formatting. This has been done in anticipation of the release of the final story which will be submitted sometime within the next few weeks. This is the first in a set of three stories and while I have marked it as complete I am following it up with two sequels. The second story has already been completed and is right here on fictionmania. The third is in the process of being edited and I will begin posting it once it is ready. Unlike, the first two stories the third will be posted as a serial, due largely to its size (over 80,000 words). + - + - + - + Freydag 9. Harpa I've been writing in this journal for a few months at my mother's request and I'm finding it harder and harder to find something to write about. Of course, today is an exception since it's Independence Day. When I saw those great scarlet bursts of energy hurl upward and coalesce into a single great conflagration in the sky, I couldn't help but stare upward and wonder if there was there any limit to the power of the Spellbinders. The fires in the sky then merged to form into the figure of a dancing couple who twirled around in the sky and shared a kiss before shimmering with a vast array of colors and then faded into oblivion. The whole display was disgusting. It isn't so much the fireworks themselves that I hated but the arrogance of those putting on the display, the Spellbinders. For centuries, they have subjugated men for the simple fact that we do not share their ability to use magic. They see men as little more than mindless grunts who are incapable of doing even the simplest tasks without supervision. There have been great strides made by the civil rights movement in the last thirty years, but it's still the Spellbinders who dominate politics and the corporate world. Not all Spellbinders are bad, a few have even been involved in the men's civil rights movement, but the vast majority of the Spellbinders are power hungry manipulators who only care to line their pockets with more money and grab more power for themselves. It doesn't help that the Spellbinders are granted long life spans far beyond that of men and women with lesser amounts of magic, allowing those in power to stay in power centuries at a time. More burst of light hurled into the night sky and I couldn't help but continue to stare in disgust at the display. Today is the day our nation celebrates its independence from the Nordic Empire and the formation of the Free Federalist States of Nyrland. What a farce. The only people who are truly free are women. Men, can never hope for the freedoms that most women take for granted. Still disgusted, I turned my back on the display and never looked back. + - + - + - + Manadag 19. Harpa I know it has been a while since my last entry, but considering the week I've had I think it's understandable. This entry is going to cover a whole week and is probably the most significant journal entry to date. Yeah, it has been that kind of week. It all began on last Manadag, and as usual the building was empty except for me. Of course that was to be expected since I was the night watchman. Though, I'm sure I've mentioned that before. Just as I always did, I started my shift by making rounds. I checked all the doors and windows on the main level, then gradually made my way up each of the five floors of the office building until I reached the top. About halfway through the top floor, I noticed that one of the offices had the light on. That wasn't right, everyone was supposed to have signed out and left the building. Maybe one of the bosses had decided to burn the midnight oil. It happened sometimes, but building security procedures required they notify the current night watchman. Not wanting to piss anyone off by walking in on them I brought my hand up to knock on the door. Just before my knuckle was about to strike on the hardwood I heard a voice speak and I froze. "So, this is what it's come to," a man's voice said with resignation. "You had to have known this was coming," a woman's voice said coldly. The first voice sighed warily. "You've betrayed the cause." The woman grunted, "It was never my cause. It was simply a means to an end." "The others will know what you've done, Jeanne," the man said angrily. The woman laughed. "Will they? The only one that was ever suspicious of me was you and you won't be alive much longer." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I stood there aghast, frozen with indecision. A life of frustration and anger coalesced in that moment. I have been oppressed and cast down by women of this world and I just couldn't stand by while another man's life was in jeopardy. I slammed the door open and locked eyes with the would-be killer. "Hey bitch," I said with all the bravado I could muster, "You're not going to kill anyone on my watch." The woman scowled at me then brought her hands up and focused her will on me. Suddenly, I found it very hard to move and I struggled against the binding spell that she had laid on me. I felt a strange pressure begin to build up inside of me. Then without any apparent reason, I was suddenly able to move again. I immediately started in towards the would-be assassin. She brought up her arms and shouted something with a vicious snarl. The spell hit me right in the chest and I felt my knees strain against some unseen force. Then a strangely warm tingly feeling seemed to spread inside my chest and the pressure from the spell was suddenly gone. "What in the name of Hel?" the woman cursed. Then she gathered up more energy and hurled a huge blast of sickly green light at me. The spell was much more powerful than the last two and I fell to my knees against the sudden onslaught. The green light blinded me and I felt a strange sensation crawl across my skin. Darkness closed in the corners of my eyes and I felt death's chilling touch upon my skin. Just when I thought all was lost, that strangely tingling warmth from before spread across my entire body. The warmth pushed out against my skin and struck against the nauseous green light, with a blinding flash of pure white light, the pain was gone and I could move again. I looked about the room, the woman lay on the floor either unconscious or dead and the man stood in the corner with a look of pure terror on his face. Feeling extremely weak, I forced myself to my feet. I staggered towards the inert form of my attacker, growing weaker by the moment, and lost my balance. Darkness closed over me and I remembered muttering the phrase "Friggin' crap," before drifting into unconsciousness. + - + - + - + On Eirdag, I woke to a really annoying buzzing sound somewhere to my right. I opened my eyes and cast them in the direction of the sound to discover its source. The device had two rods sticking out from it, an electrical current which fluctuated in a representation of my heartbeat ran between the two rods, below the rods there was a bell housed in the device's casing. It was a typical heart monitor. Apparently, I was in the hospital. It seemed odd that I should awaken there of all places, but with a flash, all my memories from the previous night came back in one great torrential flood of images. I struggled in my bed and tried to get up, but I was so weak that I was unable to do so. "Thurston, thank the Norns. You're awake," a voice said from the left. I turned my head and found my mother, Brigit Steenberg, standing in the doorway "How do you feel?" My mother is an Enchantress, a moderately powerful-magic user, who looks to be in her mid-twenties, rather than her actual sixty-two years. "Like I was run down by a herd of Horsemen," I said groaning. Mom smiled, but in a fragile worried sort of way "It's a miracle you're even alive." she said, "From the sound of it you were hit with some incredibly powerful magic. I grunted. "That's what I figured. The woman that attacked me. Is she...?" I asked choking on my words at the very thought that the woman might be dead. She nodded having apparently understood. "Dead." I grimaced; that didn't bode particularly well. "And the man?" "The detective was pretty vague on the details," she said. "She mentioned that there had been a man involved, but not much else." I let out a sigh. "I don't understand what happened. I don't understand how I was able to withstand her attacks." "You withstood the attacks because you were drawing on a reservoir of magic within yourself," a new voice said from the door. My eyes darted back to my left to look upon the newcomer. A middle-aged woman with dark brown hair, wearing a doctor's lab coat with a stethoscope around her neck, stood in the doorway looking down at me. "I'm Dr. Poganski," she said with a sour look on her face. "Hello, doctor," I said, "if what you say is true that would mean I'm a magic user," I said, feeling a bit of excitement at the idea. If I did have the magic perhaps I could make something of myself. Perhaps I could disprove all the misconceptions the world had about men. The doctor nodded almost mechanically, "Yes, that's exactly what it means." Mother gasped. "But that's-" "Impossible," Dr. Poganski finished, her voice flat. "It is common medical knowledge. The chemical composition of a man's body is supposed to prohibit magic and yet somehow you have seemingly done the impossible, Mr. Steenberg. Unfortunately, the magic seems to be having an adverse effect on your health." "What do you mean?" I asked suddenly feeling extremely worried. "There's no use hiding it from you," the doctor said with clinical detachment. "Your body is treating the magic as a foreign material and is rejecting it just as it would a failed organ transplant. The magic in turn is behaving like a caged animal attacking everything within its reach." I bit my lip. "What you're saying is, this is going to kill me?" The doctor nodded. "In all likelihood, yes." I shook my head dejectedly. "When you said I had the magic. I thought that this would be my chance to make something of myself. To prove that I wasn't another worthless man." I spat out the last two words in sarcastic rage. Mom smiled sadly and put her hand on top of mine. "Is there nothing we can do?" The doctor shook her head. "Your son's situation is unprecedented and is beyond my abilities as a healer." Mom gritted her teeth with sudden determination. "If you can't help my son. I'll find someone who can," she said. Then, without warning she disappeared with a great gust of wind. A few minutes after Mother's sudden and dramatic disappearance, the doctor departed and I was left alone. Still very weak, I almost immediately fell asleep. I don't think I was asleep very long when I was awakened. It wasn't as much a sound that woke me, as a presence. I opened my eyes, and much to my surprise I found a hand perched above my chest holding a nasty looking dagger. My first instinct was to roll to my side and grapple with the person holding the knife. I tried to do just that, but I quickly realized that I was far too weak to lift my hands, let alone fight off my attacker. A great sense of dread filled me as I realized that there was nothing I could do to fend off my would-be killer. Desperately, I racked my mind trying to think of something I could do. Then almost without thinking about it, I reached deep inside myself and touched the wellspring of magic that resided inside me. Just as I tapped into that reservoir of power, the knife came hurtling down towards me. After a brief moment of hurried uncertainty I wrenched that power loose and the blade stopped a few centimeters shy of my chest. Clumsily, I sent the magic outward hoping to hurl the blade further away from myself. At first, I didn't think I had succeeded, but the blade soon tumbled out of the assassins hands and clattered across the floor with several dull thumps. Without hesitation, my attacker reached inside a black jacket and procured a rather wicked looking blade from within. A heavy weight fell upon my legs as I realized the attacker was kneeling over me atop the bed, the blade poised to strike at my heart. I brought my magic to bear against the new blade, attempted to divert it as it came crashing down towards my chest. I was only partially successful; the blade completed its arc and planted itself inside my shoulder. The use of the magic must have drained what little energy I had because it was about then that I lost consciousness. + - + - + - + NOTE: The following is an excerpt from my mother's journal. It details the events that took place after her disappearance from the hospital. Eirdag, 6-13 Frigg preserve me for what I have done. I just hope that Thurston can forgive me. When the doctor said that there was nothing that could be done for my son, I panicked. I turned to the only person I knew that might be able to make a difference. I don't know if I can properly describe just how nervous I was waiting outside my ancestor's office. The woman terrifies me. Hours seemed to fly by as I waited outside the door, but I know it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. Finally, the door opened and I was directed inside by her assistant. "Brigit," Athilda Le Fey said without turning to face me. "What do you want?" My heart skipped a beat in surprise, my ancestor had remembered my name. "Revered ancestor, I've come to seek your help," I said. Athilda sighed. "I do not have all day, child. Speak and be done with it." I twitched nervously. "Esteemed Lady, it's my son. He's awakened." I received only silence from Athilda. It dawned on me that she probably didn't comprehend what I was trying to say so I added, "He's awakened magically. It's killing him." For the first time, Athilda turned to look me in the eyes. "You are certain?" I gulped and nodded, I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut short by Athilda who had moved from across the room to stand before me with her hand held out. "Take me now." Without another word I took my ancestor's hand, I drew on my magic and released a great surge of wind magic. Nearly twenty minutes later we arrived in the hospital to find a cloaked assassin perched on Thurston's chest holding a blood soaked blade poised over his heart. Athilda reacted so swiftly with her magic that I didn't even realize she had acted until the would-be assassin lay sprawled on the floor. My ancestor walked over to where the assassin lay. Then with only a small grunt of effort, she knelt down beside the woman. I could feel Athilda extend her awareness around the woman's body, and then she turned and locked eyes with me. "Dead." I gulped. "You killed her?" Athilda looked up at me irritably, "Don't be foolish, child. The assassin called upon her magic and stopped her own heart when she realized she would not be able to complete her mission." I think I might have lost it then, if it hadn't been for Athilda. "Brigit," she said calmly, "go find someone and instruct them to contact the local constabulary." I nodded my head and ran out the door to do as Athilda instructed only to return once I had completed the task I had been given. It didn't take long for the police to arrive. When they did I was shocked by the vehemence of Athilda's reaction. "Incompetents," Athilda growled suddenly and whirled on a pretty red-haired detective who was nearby conferring with a colleague. "Excuse me?" the detective said, clenching her hand into a fist so tightly that her knuckles turned white. My ancestor narrowed her eyes, and focused hard on the other woman, "Why was this child not put under guard after the first attack?" The detective narrowed her eyes in turn and met Athilda's gaze "Look lady," she said in a patronizing manner and folded her arms across her chest. "We had no reason to believe his life was in any danger." Athilda's eyes burned with a fiery rage. "You dare to condescend to me? Do you have any idea who I am, child?" The detective grimaced. "I don't really care. Now just stand back and let us do our job." Athilda gritted her teeth. "As the head of House Le Fey, I declare this a matter of interest to the Seidskati and am placing this child under my protection. Begone from my presence and pray that we never meet again." The detective's face paled noticeably upon hearing Athilda's pronouncement. "Yes, Lady Le Fey." She turned her back to the detective and continued her examination of my son. He had a nasty stab wound in his right shoulder. Athilda placed her hand upon it, and I felt a surge of magical power as she extended her senses into the wound. I watched as the severed ends of Thurston's muscle drew together and fused to one another as if they had never been cut. Then with another small release of power, she closed the stab wound and I watched in amazement as the tissue mended. Save for slightly pinkish color of the new skin, there was nothing to suggest that my son had ever been stabbed. There were stories about my ancestor's extraordinary healing talents, but I had always believed they were exaggerated. To heal a wound that quickly was nothing short of amazing. It would take a talented healer hours to close such a wound and Athilda had done it in a matter of minutes. "Brigit," Athilda said quietly, "come, there is something we must discuss." Hesitantly I came over beside her. "Yes? What is it?" Athilda sighed warily and shook her head, "Your son has indeed awoken magically. It is possible to save him, but it will change him irrevocably." I pursed my lips. "What do you mean?" Athilda closed her eyes warily, "A man's body will not accept the presence of the magic. It is seen as a foreign force that must be expunged. Left unchecked, the body will destroy itself in its attempts to eradicate the magic. The only way to prevent this is to transform the body so that it will accept the magic's presence." I stared up at my ancestor blankly. "Transform it? Into what?" Athilda looked down at me and smiled sadly. "We must transform your son into woman." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I-is that even possible?" Athilda nodded. "It is extremely difficult, but it is possible. I believe with your help I can begin the process." "My help? What good would I be? I'm just an Enchantress I could never hope to match your power," I said. Athilda shook her head, "Power does not matter in this instance. In order to transform a person in such a way, it normally requires their willing cooperation. Since, young Thurston is unconscious; we do not have the luxury of asking him." I gasped, "Then how are we to transform him?" Athilda smirked, "You are Thurston's mother; you share both a physical and emotional bond with him. Through that bond, I believe I can bring about the changes. Though I must warn you there is a strong chance that he will not survive." I shook my head. "If there's even a small chance we can save him, I'm willing to try anything..." "Very well," Athilda said extending her hand out to me, "let us begin." I bit my lip, and hesitated only a moment before joining hands with my ancestor and prayed to the Goddesses in Asgard that Thurston would find it in his heart to forgive me. + - + - + - + NOTE: The following is the continuation of my own journal entry which was written on the eighteenth day of Harpa. On Vordag, A songbird chattering in the window was the first sound I heard as I came awake. I was rather foggy on the details, but I could remember being stabbed. With just a little more effort than normal, I sat up and looked about the room that I found myself within. The room was huge, I could probably have fit my entire apartment in it and still have room to spare. The d?cor, and the bedding on which I appeared to be resting, were of extremely high quality, and they bespoke of great wealth and opulence. Once again I looked about the room, and caught a flash of myself in a beautiful antique mirror mounted on the wall. I almost didn't take notice as my eyes quickly darted across the room, but something seemed off about my reflection. I turned my full attention upon the mirror and gasped at what I saw. I could swear I looked younger, I didn't look a day over thirty and I could easily pass for twenty-five, but it wasn't just the apparent youth that was different. I looked more slender than I had just a few days ago, my head was completely bald, and to top it off my face looked a bit rounder, one might even say softer. Remembering my stab wound, I brought my hand up to my shoulder, and found nothing, not even a scar. I cast my gaze on the mirror again, and felt a deep unease at the reflection that looked back on me. I sensed something was wrong and it set me on edge. Once more I looked about the room, and realized that I was not alone. My mother lay sprawled on a small loveseat in the corner, fast asleep. Not wishing to wake her, I silently crept out of bed and made my way to the opposite side of the room where the door was. Quietly, I turned the knob and poked my head out the door. I found myself looking down a long hallway spaced with doors. On either end of the hall there was a set of stairs leading down. I briefly considered leaving the room and exploring the hallway further, but caution quickly overrode my desire for exploration and I returned to the room and closed the door behind me. My mother stirred on the loveseat and came awake. She looked about for a moment, and then her eyes fell upon me. "Thor," she said using an old nickname of mine, "you should be in bed." "I feel fine," I said. "Where are we?" Mother sat up and brushed her hair away from her face, "The estate of Athilda Le Fey," she mumbled sleepily. I couldn't believe my ears. My mother had just told me that I had awoken in the home in one of the most powerful and well known Spellbinders in history. I know I'm a descendant of House Le Fey, but the Steenbergs were considered a very minor branch of the house and gained no prestige from their relation to the Le Feys or so I had always been told. There was a momentary silence, then I spoke, "Why am I here?" "To save your life," Mother said finally. "When I disappeared from the hospital, I came here seeking Athilda's help. She brought you here to be able to better treat you." A Spellbinder had agreed to help me? The idea seems ludicrous. No Spellbinder would willingly help a man who had developed magical abilities. They would see him as a threat to their powers. "Why would she help me?" I replied suspiciously. Mom shook her head wearily. "I don't know Thor. She hasn't told me much and I haven't asked." I knew my mother was hiding something, I could see it in the way she kept biting her lip and twirling her hair with her finger. "What aren't you telling me?" I said quietly. My mother sighed warily. "She has found a way to keep the magic from killing you." I felt a sense of elation at my mother's pronouncement. "I'll live?" "Yes." My mother looked up nervously at me. "I really don't understand the finer points myself, but in essence your body is incompatible with the magic." My elation quickly turned to dread as I asked the next question, "I thought you said I would live." Mother pursed her lips, "I did. In order for you to live, Athilda had to find a way for the magic and your body to coexist." I looked at my mother, I'm sure, my befuddlement was evident on my face. "Mom, what are you trying to say?" She looked at me as tears started to form out of the corner of her eyes. "I'm sorry, Thor," she wept, "I had to do it. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you." I simply looked at my mother; I simply could not comprehend what she was trying to say. There was a brief moment of silence as my mother wept and then finally she spoke, "To save you we had to make it so your body would accept the presence of the magic, but we couldn't do it all at once. The process had to be gradual or it might kill you." I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I finally came to realize just what my mother was trying to say. "You're changing me into one of them," I said quietly letting the words sink in. I felt dread fill the pit of my stomach. I turned my back on my mother and without another word I exited the room leaving my mother alone to weep. At that point, I really wasn't sure where I was going, but after wandering through the oversized house for a few moments I soon found myself exiting the building and entering into a garden area. The garden was massive and featured a wide variety of flowers, shrubs, trees and even fountains and statues. I wandered through the garden for a moment then found a stone bench in a secluded spot and sat down to think. Just a short while after sitting down, I felt a small thump on the bench. I looked about and found a woman sitting on the bench beside me. I examined the woman in hopes of ascertaining her identity. She looked to be in her seventies. She was tall, standing at about six feet, her pale white hair fell far past her waist, and she almost seemed to radiate power. I sighed deeply, and I narrowed my eyes as I realized just who she was. "Oh Frigg. You're her aren't you?" I said angrily. "What do you want with me?" Athilda Le Fey's green eyes flashed with anger, but when she spoke she did so calmly and her voice did not betray the anger and irritation that I could sense lingered just below the surface. "I want to help you, child." When she spoke she spoke with an odd accent, one that was probably the product of a life spanning numerous centuries and having spoken languages that hadn't been spoken in hundreds of years. I gritted my teeth then spat out angrily, "Bullshit! I might be another stupid man in your eyes, but I know when I'm being used." Instead of showing her anger as I expected, she almost seemed amused. "I understand your anger and to tell you the truth I do have my own reasons for helping you, but I do genuinely wish you well." I looked the Spellbinder in the eyes. "You say that you want to help, but what do you stand to gain from helping me?" Athilda sighed. "At the present time, I do not believe it prudent to reveal my intentions. You have my word that I mean you no harm and have only the most honorable of reasons for helping you." I scowled. "You can excuse me if I'm somewhat skeptical concerning your intentions," I said sarcastically. "The fact that you won't tell me a damn thing tells me you are untrustworthy." Athilda narrowed her eyes and her voice had turned ice-cold. "I am afraid that you must put your trust in me for the time being. Two attempts have been made upon your life. Had I not arrived in the place of healing when I had, you would be dead." Damn it, she was right. Without Athilda to protect me, I didn't stand a chance. "What do the police have to say about all this?" I asked. Athilda sighed. "The police are not an issue. As a Seidskati of the Council of Seidkona, I have declared this a matter of interest for the Council." I stared at Athilda aghast. It was unusual for the Council to interfere in 'earthly' matters. It was unprecedented for the Council to declare an event a matter of interest. Pending review by the rest of the Seidskati, it would give Athilda the power to call off the police and investigate the matter with the backing and resources of the Council. "Norns," I muttered, "you can't seriously think the Council will take an interest in a couple of death attempts against a man do you? It would be another thing if I were a woman and a member of the Council." Athilda's expression shifted to one of amusement, "That will not be an issue much longer, as I'm sure you have surmised." I bowed my head. "So it's true then," I said, "I'm going to change into..." for a long moment I was unable to make myself say the words, "one of you," I said finally. Athilda nodded and I shook my head tiredly. "It wasn't your choice to make," I said angrily. "You should have let me decide." Athilda pursed her lips. "You are right, child," she said, "I should have, but the attack from the assassin had left your body weak, and I was afraid you would not awake in time to seek your permission." I shook my head. "My whole life I've resented the Spellbinders," I said quietly. "Now I find that I'm about to become one. I don't know that I can live with that." Athilda pursed her lips. "A Spellbinder's power can be used for good just as it can be for harm. It is your choice what kind of Spellbinder you will be." There were several moments of awkward silence before I finally spoke, "Maybe I could do some good as a Spellbinder if I live long enough," I said. "I've nearly died twice already. Whoever sent that assassin to attack me isn't likely to give up." Athilda stood up and looked down upon me, "As long as I am alive you will never fall victim to an assassin. I intend to bring light to the darkness and find those responsible. Now come, child. You are still very weak. You need to rest." she said holding her hand extended toward me. I looked up at my ancestor angrily, ready to refuse her, but realized that she was right. Reluctantly, I took her hand, stood and began to follow her back into the house + - + - + - + Shortly after having returned me to the room I had awoken in, Athilda left me alone with my mother. Mother still acted pretty upset about our earlier confrontation. I didn't want to talk about it and Mother knew better than to try to speak with me when I was this upset. We sat there in awkward silence for the better part of an hour. It took an outside disruption to finally break the silence. The door swung open and Athilda appeared in the doorway followed by a rather attractive red-haired woman dressed in professional attire who looked to be in her late twenties. "Mr. Steenburg," the woman said, "I'm detective Dahlstrom with the New Copenhagen police department. I'm here to speak to you regarding the recent attempts on your life." My eyebrows shot up in surprise, "I thought the police weren't going to be involved," I said giving Athilda a pointed look. Athilda shook her head, "It appears the council wishes the police to remain involved." Detective Dahlstrom smiled, "Shall we get started?" Mom and Athilda shuffled out of the room and I was left alone with the detective. I'll just give a short recap. The detective asked for a description of the events, and anything unusual I might remember. I told her everything I could remember. I was a bit hesitant at first, but the detective revealed she already knew I could use magic. She asked me a bunch of questions regarding the suspect I answered as best I could and I provided a description. I could sense the interview was almost over when the detective said something I hadn't expected, "I don't know what you've gotten yourself into, but I'd tread softly were I you. This is much more than it seems on the surface." I shook me head in confusion, "What do you mean?" She sighed, "Look I probably shouldn't even tell you this. But the body of the woman that attacked you has gone missing, as well as nearly all the evidence related to this case. Whoever those two women were, someone very powerful doesn't want us to know their identities." "Shit," I muttered, "what about the man I saved?" The detective shook her head dejectedly, "He's disappeared as well. I have reason to believe he was involved with a radical masculinist group known as the Sons of Odin. Does that mean anything to you?" I shook my head, "Sorry, no." Detective Dahlstrom seemed suddenly very tired. "Well, Mr. Steenburg I think that just about wraps everything up. Here's my card; please call me if you can think of anything that might be helpful." I promised to call should I think of anything. Then the detective departed and shortly thereafter my mother returned. It wasn't long after the detective had left that I started feeling dizzy and was forced to lie down. Mother helped me into bed and sat down beside me. "The magic is surfacing again," she said with a sad smile, "It won't be long before we see more changes." My stomach felt as if it had been set afire. "Goddesses," I screamed, "Eir preserve." Over the next several hours, intense pain spread through my entire body, so much so that if I even so much as moved a finger it sent a stab throughout my entire body. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth again the agony, and waited for it to go away. It didn't subside, at least not for a long while. I could literally feel my skin shift, and my bones crunch and I wanted to cry out but had I done so, it would have only aggravated my pain. So I lay there and let the searing hot agony course across my body without letting out so much as a peep and without any movement whatsoever. My throat and face burned for quite a while. So did my chest and hips. The pain continued to sear through my body for what felt like hours, and then I felt a sudden sharp pain within my testicles and the pain faded and was finally gone. Weakly, I turned my head and looked to my mother who gave me a look that managed to convey both sympathy and worry in the same glance. I tried to lift my legs to get out of bed, but I discovered that my legs just didn't want to move nor did my arms for that matter. "I-I can't move," I said my voice coming out with a pronounced crack as if I were undergoing puberty again. Mother smiled, that damn infuriating smile of hers that she used whenever she was worried. "Athilda said something like this might happen." I grunted angrily. "She damn well didn't tell me!" Mother sighed warily. "I have a feeling there is much Athilda hasn't told either of us." I licked my lips. "Can you get a mirror or something? I'd like to see what I look like now." Mom cocked her eyebrows. "I can do you one better." When I caught that look from my mother, I knew almost immediately what she intended, but before I could let out any sort of protests it was already too late. She lifted her hands and called upon her magical energy and sent a great gust of wind right at me. I half expect to get smacked against the wall behind me, but instead I felt myself being gently lifted from the bed. Although Mom was an Enchantress, she was insanely powerful when it came to wind magic. Unfortunately, wind magic was notoriously difficult to control. She must have been practicing. Slowly, I drifted towards the mirror on the other side of the room. Once I was sufficiently close, Mom twisted her hands and righted me so that I hovered in the air fully erect in front of the mirror. The first thing I noticed, were the two small breasts that were poking out from inside my shirt. They were small, but there was no denying what they were. Breasts! I had breasts!. I lingered over the sight of them for a moment, and then continued my examination. I had shrunk considerably, and guessed I now measured closer to five-nine rather than my usual six-two. It was hard to tell from the baggy pants that just barely clung to me, but I appeared to have the faintest outline of feminine hips. My shoulders had narrowed considerably, and my arms hands and wrists were much thinner. Finally I looked at my face, but I wasn't really sure I could call it my face anymore. My jaw had softened considerably, my nose was much smaller and I looked even younger than I had before. Despite the changes, I still looked predominately male though just barely, my eyes had shifted from steel-blue to a very soft green; I had grown nearly eight inches worth of hair that was now dark auburn like my mother's, rather than my usual brown. "Shit," I said my voice cracking as it had before, "Mom could you maybe remove my clothes, and I don't know; turn your back or something?" Mother raised her hands and with sent a burst of wind at me which tore the clothes off me. I looked at my now naked body in the mirror and confirmed that I had breasts and my hips were indeed somewhat feminine. I noted that my testicles were missing, but I still had a penis, though it was significantly smaller than it had been before. I had a sneaking suspicion concerning what had happened to my scrotum, but there was no way for me to confirm it without having someone else look at it. I know it might have seemed silly to some people, but I felt funny having my mother looking at my private bits. (I was a grown man for goodness' sake!) Nevertheless, the need to know overrode my embarrassment. "Mom, I need you to look at me and tell me something." Mom turned to me and I could see that faint lines of strain had begun to form around her eyes. I knew next to nothing about magic, but I did know that often times the more delicate workings of magic was often more difficult to use and created more strain upon the user than one might think. Wind magic by its very nature was wild and unpredictable. Using it to lift someone gently up and hold them in the air went against its chaotic essence and could conceivably create an incredible strain on the user. Mother closed her eyes wearily, "Let me set you down." Mother rotated me back onto my back and I slowly drifted back to the bed and landed softly atop it. "Impressive," a voice said from the doorway. It was Athilda. "Few Spellbinders are capable of such control, let alone an Enchantress. You have a remarkable talent for Wind magic." "Th-thank you, Revered Ancestor," Mom said nervously. "Well, it appears our young Thurston has undergone some more changes," Athilda said. "You think?" I said sarcastically. "It would have been nice to know that this would paralyze me. Briefly grim amusement flashed across Athilda's face. "Worry not, your paralysis is only temporary." I grimaced. "Well gee, that's such a relief," I said sarcastically, "Mom could you please take a look between my legs and tell me what you see. I'd really like to get this over with." Mother sighed warily as she grabbed hold of my legs and pulled them apart. She gently pushed my limp penis out of the way and gasped, "That's weird," said quietly, "you have something resembling a vulva, but it's not quite fully formed. " I sighed warily. "Damn, just as I suspected," I said quietly. "Do you think you could cover me up now?" Mother shook her head warily and lifted her hands to call upon the magic, but before she could do so Athilda stepped forward, and a gust of wind pulled me up off the bed again, swept the bedding from atop the bed then placed me gently back down before placing the bedding on top of me. Mother looked to the ancient woman thankfully, "I thought you said that most Spellbinders don't have much control over wind magic." Athilda looked at my mother with both amusement and irritation evident upon her face. "Most do not. I do." Then the Spellbinder turned her back and left the room. + - + - + - + I remained paralyzed for over three days before the next round of changes took place. It was one of the most excruciatingly unbearable three days of my life. I can't say I fully understand the sort of despair a quadriplegic must endure after finding out they are paralyzed for life, but for those three days I came as close as I could without ever becoming a quadriplegic myself. The only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that I would soon regain use of my limbs. Of course, that was little consolation considering that regaining use of my limbs also meant I would have to deal with having a female body. It was very early in the morning, on Sunnudag, when I awoke and felt the pain begin to spread throughout my body again. The pain was just as excruciating as my previous transformation and I gritted my teeth in silent agony. Just as before, the pain lasted several hours and ended with an intense pain in my crotch. I lay there in bed a moment and attempted to move my arm in front of my face. Much to my relief, my arm responded to my summons, but it took a great deal more effort than it normally would have and my muscles felt oddly tight. I wiggled my toes and then my legs and received similar results. I slid to the side of the bed and tested my feet on the ground. My legs felt a little weak, but I thought I'd be able to make it across the room. So I slid the rest of the way off the bed and nearly fell on my ass. It was only by bracing myself against the bed that I managed to stay on my feet. Stubbornly, I moved away from the bed and half-walked, half- crawled to the opposite wall. Using the wall as leverage, I hit the button on the wall to turn the light on, and then I made my way to the mirror that was across from the foot of my bed. My age had further regressed and I now looked to be in my early twenties. I looked to be roughly five-foot-seven and was actually somewhat pretty, but a slightly squared jaw kept me from being truly beautiful and gave me a slightly masculine appearance. My dark auburn hair was now close to sixteen-inches long and granted me a wild and unkempt appearance due to its lack of styling. All in all, it was odd realizing that the girl in the mirror was me. I moved my hands up to the collar of the pajama shirt I was wearing and unbuttoned it, a task made more difficult by my weakened state. Once done, I wiggled out of my shirt then I worked my way out of my pants. I nearly fell over a few times while I undressed, but was just barely able to maintain my balance. Once, undressed I looked at my naked body and noted the changes. My breasts were now much larger and my hips had widened considerably, but both were still on the small side. All that remained of my penis was the head which just barely poked out from the skin. I have never actually seen my vulva, but based on my mother's description I think that it was considerably more developed than it had been before. I stared at my reflection for a few more moments, then slowly put my pajamas back on. Once finished, I realized I really had to take a leak. I opened the door to 'my' room and looked down the hall. I was fairly sure one of the rooms down the hall had to be a bathroom, but I had no idea which one. Most of the time I had spent in Athilda's estate I had either been bedridden or unconscious. While paralyzed I had been forced to either use a bedpan (with Mom's assistance much to my annoyance), or wet the bed. I staggered down the hall and tested several doors before I found the bathroom. Like the rest of Athilda's estate the bathroom was huge and extravagant. I hobbled over to the toilet and with a grunt of effort flipped the lid open. I pulled my pants down and looked down at my shrunken penis, and realized that it would be next to impossible to aim. I leaned over the toilet and positioned my hips so that my tiny penis aimed straight down into the toilet then I let loose. Nothing happened. I let in a deep breath and pushed harder. A small stream of urine escaped my penis, and then stopped. Try as I might I couldn't urinate any faster. So I stood there for nearly ten minutes and urinated in brief bursts of yellow pee. I nearly collapsed as I staggered over to the sink to wash my hands, which spoke volumes for how exhausted I had become. I made my way from the bathroom and nearly made it back to the room before finally crumpling to the floor in front of the door. + - + - + - + I woke to the sound of hushed voices. I opened my eyes and found that once again, I was lying in bed in the same room as before. "Damn," I muttered under my breath; noticing that my voice now sounded entirely female. Athilda was the first to speak. "Are you a fool, child?" she said angrily. "Apparently," I replied irritably. "How long have I been out?" I said changing the subject. Mom grimaced. "We found you at around six this morning. It's almost four now." "Damn," I muttered again, "I wish these changes would just finish already. I hate this damn waiting." Athilda sighed. "You do not have long to wait, child. The final changes will soon come upon you." I scowled up at her, "Then why the Hel did it take so long for these latest changes?" Athilda returned my scowl with an angry glare. "Your body was not yet ready for the changes. Had you undergone them sooner it would have been your death, child." "Death or breasts," I grumbled irritably, "I don't know which is preferable." Athilda's eyes flashed with irritation, but instead of responding to my comment she merely said, "Rest, child." Then she turned to Mother. "See that she does not leave the bed." Without another word Athilda left the room. "Damn it," I grumbled, "I haven't finished changing and she's already using female pronouns." Mom didn't say anything; she merely looked at me and started giggling. + - + - + - + I think I really tested my mother's patience the rest of the day and the following morning. I knew that I was weak, but felt that I should be allowed to at least get out of bed to use the bathroom. My mother didn't agree. Because of my shrunken penis I was unable to use the bedpan facing upward so I had to turn around and pee straight into the cavity of the bedpan. Thankfully, I was able to convince my mother that I didn't need assistance to use the damn thing. I wasn't entirely pleasant to be around and I took most of my frustration and anger out on my mother. I don't know how late it was when I finally drifted off to sleep, but I doubt it was much later than ten. Well, I'm just about caught up. It's now Manadag and I only went through my final changes a few hours ago. I must have been exhausted because I didn't wake until late morning. My mother was sitting beside my bed reading a magazine. When I asked her for the time, she told me it was almost ten. She stepped outside the room for a few minutes and returned saying that breakfast was being sent up. After breakfast mom, handed me some of my belongings out of a large black bag in the corner. Among the items she gave me, I found my journal and a number of books. She explained that she had gone to my apartment to retrieve some of my belongings. It was shortly after noon when I felt the first burst of pain sear across my body. It wasn't long before my entire body felt as if it were on fire. As before, I close my eyes and gritted my teeth against the pain. Several hours later, the pain faded as it had before with a sharp pain in my groin. With a sigh of relief, I opened my eyes and sat up. I felt a little weak, but the effort was much easier than it had been before. The oddly tight feeling that had accompanied every movement was gone. I slid off the side of the bed, and noted for the first time that mother was absent from the room. I walked over to mirror and was stunned by the girl I saw in the mirror. She was nothing short of breathtaking. When I say breathtaking, I don't mean the girl in the mirror was hot or sexy. I mean I'm beautiful in a way that gowabeyond sex appeal. The image in the mirror was what I imagine what the Light Elves must look like. My jaw dropped, and I simply stood there transfixed by my own reflection. My face had lost all its hard edges and was now a soft oval shape. My hair had grown another eight inches or so and was now roughly two-feet long. I was even shorter than before, though only by a few inches or so. I looked to be in my late teens and had the kind of figure that most women would kill for. I brought my hand up to touch my cheek, my skin felt so smooth and soft against my fingertips. Of course, the skin on my now long and delicate fingers was just as soft. When I was finally able to peel my eyes away from my reflection; I slowly stripped out of my clothes and looked upon my completely female body. My breasts had grown quite a lot since my last set of changes and they seemed massive, but as I looked at my reflection I realized they were not nearly as huge as they felt, and they complemented my hourglass figure perfectly. There was no trace of my penis and my vulva now looked complete and fully formed. "Thor?" a voice said from the doorway. I swirled around to gaze upon my mother and Athilda. "By Freya," Mother said with a gasp, "You're beautiful." I didn't immediately reply. I looked to Athilda and was caught off guard by her reaction. The ancient woman simply stared at me aghast, almost as if she had seen a ghost. Mom must have seen something in my eyes because she turned back to look upon our ancestor. We all stood there staring at one another, until Athilda finally broke the silence. "A ghost made flesh," she whispered and move to stand before me, "as if she had not been dead these last four-hundred years." I looked up at the ancient woman and spoke, "Who?" Athilda eyes hardened and all trace of shock disappeared from her face, "Worry not upon it, child." she said angrily, and turned to leave. Before she made it very far, I grabbed hold of one her wrists and spoke, "Athilda," I said with gritted teeth, "Who?" My ancestor broke my hold on her wrist then whirled on me and brought her hands up almost as if she intended to attack. Shocked by her sudden movement, I took a few steps back, stumbled and fell on my ass. I brought my hands up to protect my face and waited for Athilda's attack. It never came. I realized suddenly my hands were shaking. Slowly, I lowered them and folded them across my chest in an attempt to stay their trembling. I looked up to Athilda and noted that much of the anger that had marked Athilda's face had faded, "My daughter. You resemble my daughter," she said quietly then turned her back, and left the room. + - + - + - + Eirdag 20. Harpa Compared to the events of the last week, today was relatively calm. Though that's not to say it was uneventful. Mom and I had been left alone to fend for ourselves after my confrontation with Athilda. My body is still very foreign and I can't even move or sit without being reminded of my new proportions. The clothes I am wearing, a thin white blouse that does little to conceal my breasts and a pair of slacks, are ill-fitting and uncomfortable, hough I'm not sure I could have been comfortable even I were wearing clothes that fit. I guess I can take comfort from the fact that I am finally through with the changes. Around noon, I was alone in the garden when I heard a scuffling sound and found Athilda standing nearby. "Thurston," she said closing the distance between us and came to sit on the bench beside me, "There are some matters upon which we need to speak." I folded my arms across my chest, "Gosh, you really think so?" I said sarcastically. Irritation flashed across her face, but was soon replaced by a rather stoic expression, "The Seidskati has issued a summons concerning my declaration of interest. We shall meet a week hence." I shook my head, "What does that got to do with me?" Athilda's eyes flashed with irritation, "Everything, child. Twice, you have nearly died by the hands of an assassin. The knife that the second assassin used had runes etched upon the blade and hilt. Only a Spellbinder of great power could have placed those runes upon it." I grimaced. "So, you think both incidences are linked?" Athilda spoke coolly, "In all likelihood." "Shit," I muttered. Athilda grimaced, "Such language does not befit a future member of the council." I grunted angrily, "What makes you think I want to become a member of the council? I didn't ask for any of this." "It is not a choice for you to make, child." Athilda raged, "It is too dangerous for a Spellbinder to be unlearned in the Ways of the Seidh. If you do not learn how to use your abilities you could inadvertently cause great harm to others or even level whole cities." "What if I refuse?" I glared back at her. Athilda sighed warily, "Refusal is not unprecedented, but it has never ended favorably for the initiate. We have important matters to discuss, child. You waste our time debating that which need not be debated." I shook my head stubbornly, "Like what?" Athilda's irritation flashed across her face, "Assuming that you do not refuse initiation, and find yourself brought before the council against your will, you need to groom and dress yourself in preparation to appear before the Seidskati." I looked at Athilda flatly. "In other words you want me to get a haircut and some clothes," I said with a sigh, "I won't lie to you, this hair is driving me nuts, and it might be nice to have some clothing that actually fits." Athilda smiled, it was the first time I had ever seen her do so. "Very well," she spoke, "It is much too dangerous for you to leave the estates. I shall have the necessary laborers brought to you." Then once more turned her back and walked away. "Damn," I said to no one in particular. I still can't escape the feeling that I had sold my soul for a haircut and a couple of sets of clothes. + - + - + - + Much later, I scowled up at the woman as she finished up my haircut. Athilda had steadfastly refused to let me get my hair cut any shorter than its current length. The hairstylist had of course sided with Athilda and I was stuck with the damned long hair. My hair is now only a few inches shorter than it had been, and that's due mostly to its previously jagged ends. The hairstylist finished up and produced a mirror for me to look at my reflection. I reluctantly have to admit my hair looks infinitely better with the styling. Very little hair has been trimmed from my face, but with the use of various hair products my wild hair had been tamed and made to look wavy with a styling wand augmented by the hair stylist's innate magical abilities. To finish it off my hair was parted to either side of my face out of the way of my eyes. The new hairstyle suits my face perfectly and it serves to further enhance my already beautiful features. Athilda paid the hairstylist an extortionate price then ushered her out the door and it was on to the seamstress. I stripped out of my clothes and was completely naked since I didn't have any undergarments. The seamstress took my measurements, even going so far as to measure my feet. Then she too was paid a large sum then ushered out of the room and presumably out of the house. Once everything was completed I dressed myself and attempted once again to get answers from my ancestor. "Athilda," I said quietly, "Assuming I go before the Seidskati. Am I to tell them that I used to be a man?" The elderly woman looked upon me with an appraising look, "Of course, child. It would be foolish to endeavor to deceive the council. There are those who could detect your lie with no more effort than it takes to breathe." "So what? I tell them I was a man and they'll welcome me with open arms?" I replied. Athilda shook her head. "Nay, child. They will debate and argue as they do in all things then they will vote upon it. " I swallowed hard. "And if they vote against me?" "I know not," Athilda replied, "such a matter has never been presented before the Seidskati." "Well, that's reassuring," I muttered sarcastically. Athilda looked down at me, amusement evident upon her face, "Worry not, child. No harm shall come to you so long as there is a breath left in my body." I opened my mouth to say some sarcastic remark, but realized that Athilda was being sincere, "Thanks," I said quietly, "that really is reassuring." There was a moment of awkward silence. Then much to my annoyance, Athilda turned her back and walked away. "Wait, Athilda!" I called after her, but my ancestor didn't so much as glance back at me. "Damn," I muttered, "that woman has got to be the most infuriating person I have ever met." + - + - + - + Today, I met Athilda's assistant and I'm still having a hard time getting her out of my thoughts. She first made her presence known with a light tap on the door. I knew almost immediate that it was not Athilda or my mother. Neither would bother knocking. A small voice inside of me warned that the person on the other side of the door might wish to harm me, but common sense overrode my concerns. I was in the home of one of the most powerful Spellbinders in the world, it was doubtful that anyone could intrude upon Athilda's domain. "Come in," I said finally. An extremely attractive blonde woman, a few inches taller than me stepped inside the room. She smiled hesitantly and held a bag out to me. "Hi," she said cautiously, "Athilda said to bring these up here. I guess they're for you." I took the bag and opened it, inside there were several brassieres and panties. "Um... thanks," I said blushing a bit. The woman smiled sweetly. "I'm Penelope, by the way. I'm Athilda's assistant." I was a bit hesitant to reveal my true identity to this person. So I racked my brain as I tried to think of a female name for myself. Ari-" I started to say then stopped myself thinking better of it, "Aryanna" I said finally, "I guess Athilda's told you all about me." Penelope sighed. "Not really, she doesn't really tell me much of anything. Mostly I just file things and take messages." I grimaced. "That I can understand. My ancestor isn't the most talkative of people." Penelope smiled. "Oh, so you're a descendant. You know you look kind of familiar..." she trailed off with a thoughtful expression on her face. "By the Norns!" she said suddenly, "The painting!" I bit my lip. "What painting?" Instead of answering me she grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me out of the room, through a hallway, down a flight of stairs and did not halt despite my many protests. Finally we stopped in another long hallway lined with row after row of portraits. "See," Penelope said, indicating a portrait near the very end of the hall. I drew in a breath as I looked upon the face in the picture. The girl in the portrait could have been my twin. There was only one major difference that was readily apparent, the woman in the portrait had black hair whereas my new female body had auburn hair. "No wonder Athilda was so taken aback when she first saw me," I muttered. "Do you know what her name was?" I asked Penelope. Athilda's assistance shook her head. "No, all the other painting have nameplates. This one doesn't." "She was Athilda's daughter," I said quietly, "Something happened between them that Athilda doesn't want anyone to know about." "She looks sad," Penelope said quietly. "Yes," I replied thoughtfully, "yes, she does." We eventually made our way back to 'my' room. I wanted to try on my new undergarments, but when I asked Penelope to step out of the room so I could have some privacy. She started giggling and told me I didn't have anything she "hadn't seen before." Penelope began unbuttoning my blouse despite my protestations and within a few moments she had me completely naked. Penelope bit her lip and stared at my chest. "Oh," she said, "I think I know why you were so shy about undressing in front of me." I looked down at my chest and realized just what she meant, "Oh, Norns," I said, "I'm sorry. It's just that the last time I was undressed by a woman. We..." I said trailing off, "well, I'm sure you know what I mean." Penelope smiled mischievously. "It's okay, the last time I undressed a woman we had sex too." My jaw dropped and Penelope started to laugh. "You're too cute." she said. "I'm sure Athilda's wondering where I am by now. I'll leave you to dress alone." "I hope to see you again soon," she said then she drew close to me and kissed me on the lips. I was so taken aback that I simply stood there staring after her naked as the day I was born. + - + - + - + Vordag 21. Harpa Today, a full dozen sets of clothes arrived inside four bags. The first contained various undergarments and sleep wear; the second contained various sets of shoes and a pair of slippers; the remaining two contained various skirts dresses and assorted outfits. Apparently, the seamstress had a shoemaker on staff, which probably explained why she had measured my feet. All of the clothes were of an extremely feminine variety, which was too be expected since pants and many of the type of clothes favored by men were out of style for women. Groaning inwardly I selected a skirt, a matching blouse, a pair of shoes and the appropriate undergarments and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower. I had been avoiding the shower since I had completed my transformation two days prior, but I was starting to smell rather ripe and I didn't think I could bear waiting much longer. With only a moment's hesitation I removed my clothes and slipped into the shower. I adjusted the slider for the heat control then pressed the switch and warm water came pouring down from the shower head set into the ceiling. For a brief moment I was able to forget about my worries as the soothing warm water poured down over my body, but the water splashing against my breasts felt very odd and proved to be too strong a reminder of just how foreign my body now was. With a sigh, I reached up and grabbed a bottle of body wash that was hanging from a hook on the ceiling and began to soap up my chest. Eager to get out of the shower, I hurriedly soaped up the rest of my body and was almost finished when I reached my vulva. I pursed my lips, and looked down. I was about to squirt more soap into my hands, but curiosity got the better of me. Setting the bottle aside, I began to feel around my vulva with my hands. It felt rather sensitive, and I felt a slight tingling of pleasure as my finger passed across its surface. My thoughts turned to Penelope and the kiss we had shared and I could feel my nipples harden. She was beautiful and I hadn't been able to get her out of my head since we'd met, the day before. I continued to massage my vulva, and my finger traced over my orifice and finally I put my finger inside and felt tingles of orgasmic pleasure run up my spine. I gasped and experimentally stuck my finger inside my vagina again. This time the sensation was much more pleasurable and my thoughts of Penelope became much more provocative, and I imagined myself making love to her, first as a man then as a woman. I started cumming and I continued to masturbate in the shower for what seemed liked hours. "Thor," a voice said from the other side of the shower curtain, "are you alright? You've been in here a while." All thoughts of Penelope flew out of my head like a great gush of wind as I replied to my mother, "Yeah, Mom. I'm fine." The shower curtain flew open and my mother looked down to my private area and gasped. I quickly extricated my finger from inside my vul