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An old man, professing to be a prophet, visited me in my hospital bed and
offered me a new, painless life - but with a big catch. I would have no
more pain, and indeed, I would live forever without ever getting sick
again, and if injured I would heal almost instantaneously.
But, I would change drastically in other ways. I would get all kinds of
'super powers', or abilities normally only found in animals. I would be
able to breathe underwater, for instance, and if my airways were ever
blocked, I'd have a backup ability to breathe through my navel, somewhat
like a whale's blow-hole. I would be perfectly comfortable in freezing
temperatures. I'd have super speed, both on land and under water. I'd be
able to jump really high, and contort my body better than the best
contortionists, with perfect ease. I'd be able to cling to walls and
ceilings, walk up and down them, and stand upside down - by touching
surfaces with any of my bare skin, similar to bugs and small amphibians.
I'd be able to see in really low-light situations, and see infra-red and
ultra-violet colours. I'd hear very quiet sounds, as well as frequencies
normally only heard by animals, not people (dog-whistles). I'd be able to
communicate with animals through telepathy, and while I wouldn't be able
to do that with most humans, I'd be able to interpret their emotions
really well.
I'd be able to determine if a person or animal was sick by tasting them -
licking their skin somewhere. I'd be able to heal others (both people and
animals): I'd be able to heal external wounds with my own saliva, and
internal illnesses, sicknesses, and injuries by allowing the sick one to
lick my skin - in various places and amounts, depending on the severity of
the illness. Really severe illnesses might require kissing them - to let
them suck on my tongue. Deadly illnesses might be curable by having sex
with the sick person. I'd also be able to cause animals or people to fall
asleep by breathing into their faces a special form of breath that I would
be able to emit at will, and I'd be able to kill animals or people with a
special kind of kiss.
I would need little-to-no sleep, he told me, and little-to-no nourishment,
although I would enjoy both. I would be able to eat and drink, and even
enjoy, things that humans normally thought tasted disgusting, but animals
routinely ate or drank. I would no longer be able to stomach any meat
products, though, and I would only enjoy raw foods from vegetable sources
- nothing cooked.
He said that there were a few things I'd need to be careful about, a few
weaknesses that, if I didn't know about them, they could get me into
trouble. Like animals, I would be somewhat trainable, if I didn't
purposely intend to resist it. And I would have certain natural feelings
of inferiority that would manifest in a strange way: even though I would
clearly be much stronger than any human, being able to jump tens of metres
into the air and run or swim very long distances without getting tired, if
I ever felt myself being controlled or contained by another being which I
perceived as being superior to me, my 'super powers' would strangely
become disabled, and I might feel a natural need to obey them even against
my better judgement. Any other human, and any animal which was bigger than
me could potentially give me that feeling of inferiority, he said. So I'd
need to be careful, for instance, because if a person grabbed my wrist, my
powers would be useless to get away from them. If I was tied up even by
tiny threads, I'd be unable to break free on my own, unless I found a
sharp object to cut those threads with; my own strength would fail me at
doing that.
Certain foods would have special effects on me - some for good, some for
bad. Garlic would disable my vocal chords, for instance; the amount of
garlic I ate would determine the length of time that I would be effected.
He suggested that I test this some time when I'm home alone and don't
expect to need to say anything, because, he said, it would be a really
strange experience. During the time I was affected by the garlic, I
wouldn't even be able to whisper intelligible sounds, he said. Ginger
would be even more dangerous to me, rendering me completely unconscious
within minutes of my ingesting it; again, the length of time of the
unconsciousness would depend on the amount of ginger I ate. Carrots,
though, would have a good effect on me, and he suggested I make a point of
eating a number of carrots throughout the day. He explained: Even though
I'd have the ability to see in very low-light conditions, being deprived
of light for more than 30 seconds or so would cause me to fall asleep
rather quickly, in the way that birds tend to fall asleep when their cages
are covered. Eating carrots, though, would counter that reflex. He said
that one whole large carrot would disable my darkness weakness for a
number of hours.
The only way to kill me would be to decapitate me, he said. And even then,
my body would never decompose, and if at any time my severed head was
placed back against my neck-wound, that would heal rather quickly and I'd
come back to life. Any other injury I got would heal rather quickly; even
if, for instance, my heart were cut right out, a new one would grow right
back. If I were ever trapped inside a small enclosure and/or completely
deprived of a source to breathe from (air or water), my body would merely
'hibernate' until I was freed again - even if this took hundreds of years.
So far, listening to all this had me in disbelief. What he was describing
just could not be. On the other hand, as I was suffering so much from the
pain, and probably about to die, it didn't seem wise to refuse to listen
or refuse his offer. And then, as if all this information wasn't enough to
make this totally unbelievable, he told me this: my transition would also
involve me getting a new body, very different than the one I possessed at
the time. He said I would shrink in size, probably until I looked about
half my age, and I would become a girl. There was no way around this, he
said. These 'creatures' were always girls, and always had the bodies of
children. How young I would become - there was no way to determine that
until it actually happened. On average, he said, it tended to be around
12, but he knew of one 'creature' who looked about 16 or 17, and one who
looked as young as seven. This, of course, would not be my real age, only
the age my body would look. But I would remain that way forever - I would
never age, never grow old, and, like he said, never die. There would be no
way to reverse the procedure, he said, once it was done. Our only
recourse, if I became truly, truly miserable, would be decapitation. And
even that wouldn't be completely final.
He gave me two days to think it all through. I didn't talk to anyone about
it. I didn't discuss it with anyone. After two hours I had made up my mind
- ANYTHING would be better than being in pain, and dying. After those two
hours passed I just lay there suffering, waiting for him to return. Those
two days passed so slowly.
I asked him some questions, but basically he reconfirmed the details he'd
already told me, and I hadn't really forgotten any of it. He told me that
as far as he knew, there were fifty other 'girls' like me throughout the
world. There were five 'prophets' throughout the world, men (always men)
who had the ability of locating the people who had the potential to become
one of these special 'creatures'; it wouldn't work on most. Aside from
locating me and explaining this new reality to me, he also had a role in
my transformation. And he'd be able, in various ways, to get me out of
trouble, should such trouble happen. When one prophet died, a new one was
discovered by the other four. Creatures could create other creatures - but
only once, and only through a special ceremony. He told me that
'creatures' such as what I was going to become, and prophets like himself,
existed in the world since the beginning of time, but for obvious reasons
their existence was kept secret from the world.
He told me that I'd probably look the way I would have looked, at my new
age, if I'd been born a girl; there still would be the same familial
resemblance. There was one more thing he needed to discuss with me. He
reminded me of what he'd told me, that I'd have a tendency to allow myself
to be controlled or trained. He said that there was a partial way to
combat this, but, of course, with a cost. But based on his experience, he
highly recommended it.
I would need to 'imprint' on another person, or people. This would result
in me having a much higher likelihood and tendency to allow myself to be
controlled and trained by those people, and to a much lesser extent,
anyone blood-related to them, but would reduce greatly the likelihood and
tendency of me being controlled by anyone else. The person or people I
'imprinted' on would have to be males, and couldn't be prophets
themselves. I would need to choose a person or people who I trusted with
my life, completely; people I trusted not to take advantage of me. By
doing so, I would save myself the danger of falling into traps of other
people - not completely, but almost so.
He said that the standard was to imprint new 'creatures' on three people,
and he explained why. If the person I imprinted on died, I wouldn't need
to be told about it, my body would sense it the second they died, and
instantly, their protective effect on me would vanish. By imprinting on
three, if one of them died or disappeared I'd still be safely bonded to
two others. Also, he warned me that I'd have to be careful to see the
people I imprinted on at least once ever three or four months, or their
effects on me would disappear. The only way to break an 'imprint'
connection was, in fact, to stay completely away from them for three or
four months until the bond was broken - there was no ceremony that could
undo it. And on the other hand, once an imprint bond was broken, it would
be impossible to ever recreate it.
Although intellectually I understood the importance of 'imprinting' and
the danger in not doing so, I couldn't think of ANYONE I trusted that
much, to have so much power over me. I thought it would be safer to take
my chances and not imprint at all, since even if possible, people wouldn't
know, naturally, that they could mind-control me like that. But he said I
was wrong, that it was still much more dangerous not to imprint, and that
I could not rely on people's ignorance in this matter, because without
telling them, people would just instinctively get the feeling that they
could control me, based on my looks, my behaviour, my scent, and the new
pheromones that my new body would emit. And he warned me that there were
some people in the world who knew of our existence and, though they hardly
ever succeeded and didn't really try as hard as they probably could, there
had been known to be some abductions of 'creatures', with the intention of
using them for evil purposes. He said they had other precautionary
measures in place to prevent such occurences, but that these would only be
appropriate for me probably a few months after the transition, depending
on how quickly I became comfortable in my new reality.
He strongly urged me to imprint on three people, but said that I should
pick at least one person to 'imprint' upon immediately, during the
transformation ceremony, so that I wouldn't be left open and vulnerable
even for a short while. He said he really didn't want to initiate the
transition without at least one imprint, and said I should take another
day or two to think about it, and left.
* * *
I was the eldest of three children, all boys. I, Ralph, had just turned
19, Roger was 16, and Randy was 13. My father had been in the navy, and he
disappeared when my mother was pregnant with Randy; I barely remembered
him. Dad's parents died before he met my mother, and Dad had no siblings.
We had some very distant cousins on Dad's side, but we barely even knew of
their existence, and never saw them.
Mom's parents passed away during my childhood. She got a bit of an
inheritance when her father died, and by using that carefully, and working
various shitty jobs, she managed to provide for us and keep us living at a
decent, though modest, level. Mom had two older brothers, Tom and Richard.
Tom was a very wealthy businessman and lived with his wife, son, and step-
son in a city about a three hours' drive from ours. Richard wasn't as rich
as Tom, but was still much better off than Mom. At the time he lived in
Australia where he had three kids, all out of wedlock. He was a party
person, never really grew up, and never wanted to settle down. He seemed
to be just fine having his kids' mothers raise them on their own, as long
as he was nearby and able to see them once in a while.
Now back to my immediate family. I was a good, well-rounded kid, good at
sports, but also interested in computers and even books. I was planning on
getting a degree in computers and looking forward to a successful career
in High-Tech when the illness struck. I got along fairly well with Roger,
who wasn't quite a jock but I suppose aspired to be one. I think he was
smarter than he wanted to be. He was popular in school, especially among
the girls. Behind their backs, when he spoke to me about them, I knew that
he was quite the immature, sexist, perverted teenager. Randy, on the other
hand, was almost your perfect stereotypical nerd, bad at sports, shy
around other people, and spent almost all his spare time in front of the
computer or X-box. His face was covered in pimples and he was a little on
the chubby side. I also found him to be extremely annoying, most of the
time, and hated his equally-annoying friends. When I stopped to think
about it, I worried about his future. Most of the time, though, I was
annoyed with him and tried to stay away from him and ignore him.
I didn't like the idea of 'imprinting' on ANY of them, especially knowing
that it would give them some sort of potential power over me. In the end,
though, I decided that I'd have to pick Roger - he was the best of a bunch
of bad choices. I DID feel that I could trust Roger when serious things
happened or when my life depended on it. I just didn't like his way of
life so much. And, knowing that, if this crazy old man's words actually
came true, I'd be stuck in the body of a girl, I didn't like having to
choose Roger knowing how much of a sexist womanizer he was. But, like I
said, I preferred him over Randy or my uncles, or, for that matter, some
weird stranger on the street.
So the next step would be telling Roger about what the old man told me. I
couldn't 'imprint' on him without him knowing what it was about - heck,
he'd have to be part of the ceremony, apparently. And I WOULDN'T do it, at
all, before I got him to swear on his life that he would not treat me in
certain ways once he got that power over me.
The first opportunity I had to discuss it with him without others
overhearing - I chickened out, and didn't use it. That night, from my
hospital bed, I SMSed him and said that I needed to discuss something
important with him in private, something serious. He skipped school the
next day and came as soon as visiting hours began.
I really didn't know how to begin. I didn't know what to tell him, and
what not. I decided to share just what he NEEDED to know, and no more.
I told him that I'd been visited by a strange old man who offered me a
solution to my most-probably-soon-to-be-fatal illness, but at a big cost:
I would magically become a young girl. At first he laughed. I told him I
didn't believe the guy either, but asked him if he thought I should give
it a try anyway... what would be better, death, or to be a girl? He only
needed a few seconds to respond that he thought I should choose to be a
girl - even though he didn't believe the man could do it, he figured it
was worth a try, as long as it wasn't dangerous.
I told him that there was more. I told him that if the man was correct, I
would look much younger, and I wouldn't ever age - I'd be immortal,
really. And that I'd have some special powers, powers that normally only
animals had. He laughed, and asked what those powers were. I didn't really
want to tell him, so I lied and said that I didn't know, and would only
find out once they happened. And then I told him the caveat. I told him
that there was a chance that I might become somewhat influenceable,
somewhat similar to the way that animals could be trained, and this really
worried me. The man told me to pick someone I could trust, who would be
involved in the 'ceremony' and would have a greater ability to influence
or control or train me, which would, in turn, reduce my tendency to be
controllable by other people. I told him that while I didn't like giving
ANYONE that power over me, I thought that he was the person I could trust
the most - did HE think I could trust him?
I told him that I'd want him to SWEAR to me that he would never, ever use
any of those abilities on me, even if he possessed them. Furthermore, he
had to swear to me that, even if it became difficult, due to the new way I
might look, he would continue to always treat me the way he did now - like
an adult man. No matter what. He would never treat me like a little girl.
And i reiterated that if I WAS going to 'imprint' on him, it was because I
was trusting him to NEVER use the power it would give him, no matter what.
He was always to let me make my own decisions, period. He was never to try
to influence me or make me do something that I wouldn't want to do. Only
on these conditions would I let him participate in the ceremony.
Roger told me that it seemed to him that I did, actually, believe the old
man, and that while he understood that I was in a really difficult
situation and needed to believe whatever I could, he himself had no doubt
that it was all a complete hoax. Even so, he said, he would participate in
it if it made me feel better. Whatever happened, he said, I could
definitely trust him to always continue respecting me and treating me like
his older brother - no matter how I looked. IF the old man was right and
he did gain that power over me, he promised me that he'd never use it,
unless, perhaps, it was to protect me from other people trying to take
advantage over me, and even then only temporarily, and while informing me
of such at the earliest opportunity. That sounded reasonable, so I thanked
him.
I did not tell him what, exactly, my special abilities would be. I did not
tell him about my weaknesses, the foods I was to avoid and such. I did not
tell him about my not being able to get away if I felt controlled by a
person. I chose to keep everything in the vaguest terms possible.
I told him that if the transition began to actually happen, I'd have to
tell Mom and Randy, but that I wouldn't tell them about the whole control-
train part, just about the physical change. I told him that no matter
what, I was going to keep my name, Ralph. And that even in the body of a
girl I was not going to become a girl. I'd continue to dress and act like
a man, and to wear men's clothes, or, I guessed, boys' clothes, if men's
clothes no longer fit me.
When the old man returned that afternoon, I told him that I'd picked my
brother to imprint on. He told me that the 'ceremony' would take place the
next morning, and that the transition would take about a week to complete.
I had to arrange for Roger to come back the next morning - he told me he
would. I also asked Roger to tell Mom and Randy... but only exactly what I
said I'd tell them - that a strange man offered a strange non-invasive
'magic' treatment, which we didn't believe would actually work, but, if it
did, would result in my body changing to that of a much younger girl. I
told him to tell them that I'd agreed to try it, since anything, even
that, was worse than death - which was what the doctors were promising me.
I told him to warn them that I expected to be treated exactly the same, no
matter how I looked, and that I would be called by my same name, and would
dress the same way. I made him promise not to tell them anything more.
When he returned to my hospital bed the next morning, he promised me that
he'd told them only the things that I'd asked him to, and that, like him,
they responded with disbelief, but understanding that I'd be willing to
try such a thing.
Roger seemed excited when he showed up - like he WANTED it to work, and
was curious. I, on the other hand, was nervous. Perhaps with the help of
the pain medication that I'd received, I had had very strange dreams, and
I was wondering if, in fact, death might be the prefered option. Roger
told me that I was nuts to think so, and I reminded myself that the
prophet told me that if I was truly miserable, death would be my way out
of the new situation anyway.
The old man showed up an hour after I expected him, and in my nervousness
it felt like even longer. He told me that the ceremony would commence in
about an hour, and said that he needed to talk to my brother alone. I
asked for a word with the prophet alone, first, and told him about the
things I had chosen not to reveal to my brother. He told me that he
understood, and that he'd do his best to respect those choices, but that
there were a few things he'd need to tell my brother, some of which I
could not, yet, know. But he said he wasn't going to reveal the things
that I'd decided to keep from him. Then he went to talk to my brother.
He came back about a half hour later, and this time, he was accompanied by
another man, holding a large metal locked box. He put the box down on a
table. The prophet closed the door, and propped a chair up against it to
keep it closed. He also drew the curtains on the window. The other man
then unlocked his box. There was a small girl folded inside it, wearing a
simple black leotard. She was asleep when he opened the box, but as he
pulled her out she came to life. I gasped. The man held on to a leash
which was locked to a collar, which was locked around her neck. The girl
blinked a bit, then looked around, and then smiled and nodded at everyone.
She didn't attempt to speak.
"Don't worry," the prophet whispered in my ear. "Nobody's going to force
you to become that way. It's actually her and her family's choice. Most
'creatures' aren't like that."
He had a few words with the man holding the leash, and then bent down and
had a few words with the little girl, who smiled and silently giggled. He
patted her on the head and stroked her cheeks and back and told her what a
good little girl she was. Then he turned back to me and my brother.
"They've come quite a distance for this," the prophet told us. "This
girl's name is Joujou, which in their language means a toy. Today is her
big day - she is going to catalyse your transformation. She's been waiting
for this day for what, about seven or eight hundred years now?" The man
accompanying Joujou nodded.
The prophet pressed the buttons on my bed so that it would become flat.
Then he wheeled the bed away from the wall and positioned it so that the
hospital curtain could be drawn straight across my neck. He told my
brother to stand behind the bed, behind my head.
He told my brother and me what to do. I was to raise both my arms. My
brother was to grasp my wrists together, above my head, and hold them
tightly, pinned against the headboard so that I could not move. Since I
was weak from my illness, the prophet surmised that he'd be able to do
this with one hand. With his other, he was to grasp my chin and force my
head back as far as it could comfortably go. Subduing me in that way, as
the prophet called it, my brother was to place his face above mine, as
close as comfortably possible, and lock eyes with me, and not remove his
gaze until the ceremony was declared 'done'.
My brother and I both thought that this sounded extremely strange, but
shrugged and said 'okay'. Before it began, the man holding the leash led
the little girl to my side. She smiled at me and winked, and somehow that
made me feel a little less nervous. She was really cute, with Asian
features. Then she bent down over me and kissed me on the cheek. And then
she blew in my face. Immediately I felt a little weaker, and discovered
I'd lost the ability to speak.
The man pulled on her leash and forced her away from me. The prophet
pulled the curtain across my neck so that neither I nor my brother could
see what was happening on the other side. The prophet warned us both that
we were not to look at the other side of the curtain. He watched as my
brother helped me move my wrists into position, grabbed my chin, and
locked eyes with me, as the prophet had told him to do. Then the prophet
moved around to the other side of the curtain.
I was unable to move, and unable to speak, but began to feel scared again.
I felt them remove my blanket, and lift my hospital gown. Then I felt
something wet touching my penis. To my dismay and embarrassment, it became
erect. I felt something wet, warm, and tight descend upon it - it wasn't
hard to realize that the little girl had mounted me! So many horrible
feelings were welling up inside me - feelings of guilt and disgust. I felt
what I assumed was the girl's naked body lying against my own. She got off
my erect penis and moved up my body. I felt her kiss my neck, and then
lick it. Then I felt a sharp pain on my neck - she had bit me! I felt her
lick the place where she'd bitten, and the pain quickly went away. Then I
felt her slide down my body once more, and mount my penis once more. I
felt pressure. I felt her insides squeezing my penis. And then I orgasmed.
And then I lost consciousness.
When I came to, the room had been put back to normal - my bed was in its
original place. Roger looked worried about me having passed out, though
the prophet told him that was normal and to be expected. If the girl had
been naked during the 'ceremony', she was wearing her leotard again. The
one difference I noticed was that I didn't feel any more pain - none at
all. I still felt quite weak, though, and though my voice had returned, it
too was weak and scratchy.
The girl came back to my side, winked, and kissed my cheek once more. She
looked me in the eyes, and without her uttering a sound, I knew she was
communicating with me. She said, through telepathy, 'Good luck! I look
forward to meeting you again in your new body!' I was surprised that I was
able to hear her thoughts so clearly.
The man holding her leash tugged her away from me. Obediently, she got
back into the box she had been brought in, folding herself up inside it.
The man unceremoniously closed and locked the box. He and the prophet
stepped outside.
My brother told me he had been worried about me, and asked me if I knew
what had happened on the other side of the curtain - if I'd felt anything.
I lied and told him I had no idea.
The prophet returned. He told us that within an hour, I'd be feeling well
enough to go home, and I should do so as soon as possible. The changes, he
said, would begin to happen in about 24 hours. He said he'd visit me at
home in a couple of days, and that I shouldn't leave home once I get
there.
My mother came to visit a few hours later. My brother had remained by my
side. I was able to walk and jump - I had hardly taken a step in months.
Seeing that I had changed so drastically and beginning to believe the
words of the prophet, against the advice of the doctors my mother signed
me out of the hospital and took me home.
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