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The following is based in Morpheus' `Twisted` universe, written with
permission.
I'm classing this as non-canon but if Morpheus were to declare otherwise,
I would be chuffed to bits.
Twisted Princess - Part 1
In a world where superpowers are common place and anybody could gain them,
who could be trusted? How would you fight the ones who used their powers for
selfish deeds? Would you be able to trust the ones who claimed to do good?
In a world where anybody could have powers, what happens to those who don't?
Is there a class of human lower on the food...
"DANIEL," my Dad shouted upstairs, disturbing me from my comic book. "Me and
your Mum are going out, come down here and look after your sister!"
"But Dad, I'm studying," I lied.
"No you're not, you're reading those bloody comics again." He knew me too
well.
To be fair, I did have a bit of an obsession with super heroes. Well when
you lived in a time when people all over the world were developing powers,
why wouldn't I?
Well, I say all over the world. What I mean is pretty much everywhere except
where I am. The UK.
A few years ago now, the Kincaid virus spread throughout North America. At
first it was viewed as a strain of flu. The survivors seemed to come out of
it with no adverse affects. Their children however. That was a different
story.
The offspring of Kincaid virus survivors would undergo a change during
their teenage years. Usually around sixteen years old. This change could
include looks, personality and in some cases, they would gain extra powers,
known as tricks. These people were known as twisted and I had heard that
some of them had super strength, fly, read minds... you name it.
But fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, the UK
had managed to keep the Kincaid virus from getting here, through quarantine
measures, in the same way they had managed to keep rabies out all those
years ago. Even now, they had a blanket ban on any twisted, so no
superpowers over here. There is an urban legend that one guy, a
shapeshifter, who was considered a twisted terrorist, had managed to sneak
over here to avoid the authorities but there had been no sightings of him. I
suspected it was bullshit.
I walked downstairs to see my parents and my little sister, Katie.
They weren't my real family. I had known from a young age that I was
adopted. It wouldn't have been hard for me to figure out. I had brown hair
and brown eyes whereas my parents and Katie all had blonde hair and blue
eyes. As soon as I started basic biology I would have figured it out.
To be fair on Mum and Dad, they were very honest with me about it. They had
been trying for a baby for years with no success. They couldn't afford IVF
and so they adopted me. Everything was great until I was eight years old
when it was announced that Mum was pregnant. A few months later Katie was
born. The daughter of their own that they had always wanted.
All of a sudden I was a burden. With two children they couldn't do all of
the things that they wanted to do with their little princess. I get the
feeling that if they could have given me back to the adoption agency, they
would have. Not that I held any resentment to Katie, she was they only one
in my family who loved me unconditionally, she had no idea what was going
on.
Dad was watching the TV, a program about a city in the US called Spiral. It
was famed for it's twisted population.
"What the hell are they playing at?" he asked to nobody in particular
"Allowing all those freaks to group together like at. It's a disaster
waiting to happen." Twisted weren't his favourite people.
"We're just nipping out," Dad said to me. "Look after Katie while we're
gone."
'Look after Katie' was a code for 'Do whatever Katie wants' and 'We're just
nipping out' was code for 'Don't expect us back anytime soon'.
So that's how I ended up playing a princess board game with an 8 year old
girl.
"I don't get why you like all this princess stuff," I said to Katie as I
moved my playing piece in a bell shaped dress around the board.
"I don't get why you like those dumb super hero comics," she replied.
"Super heroes are cool. And they use their powers to help the world," I
argued. "Princesses just look pretty and wait to get rescued."
"No they don't," Katie shot back "Princesses are a symbol of everything that
is good and pure in people. They are one with nature and wildlife."
"You're just reading that off the box," I said as she stuck her tongue out
at me.
It was then I noticed the hairs on my arm standing on end and a feeling of
power building up inside me. All of a sudden it was released and everything
went black.
"Girl," I heard a voice say. It was Dad. "What are you doing in my house?"
I opened my eyes to see that everything around me had been charred black and
Dad looking down at me.
"Girl, I asked you a question!" he said to me.
"Daddy," Katie piped up. "That's Dan. I saw him change."
I looked down at myself to see that I was a girl. A very naked girl. I
looked back up at Dad.
"She's telling the truth," I squeaked in what sounded like a very well
annunciated voice. "I'm Dan."
"Nonsense," he said back to me. "The only people who just change are..."
"Twisted," we both said at the same time.
"Yeah," he continued. "And we don't have any of those freaks over here. So I
ask again, who are you and where is Dan?"
I knew I wasn't going to be able to convince him so I did the only thing I
could think of. I ran past my Dad, up the stairs and locked myself in my
room.
I had a choice. Either I let my Dad get hold of me and throw me out of the
house on my naked arse, or I prepare myself now and sneak out with at least
some clothes and money.
I had a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Oh my.
I was beautiful.
My eyes were their same brown, but much wider. My brown hair tumbled down my
back in soft waves and tickled the top of my buttocks. My skin was flawless,
not a sign of spots or blemishes.
I had also lost a lot of height. I guessed I wasn't much taller that 5 feet.
A bang on the door brought me out of my day dream. It was time to get
dressed. I grabbed a pair of tracksuit bottoms and pulled them up.
The pain I felt was intense and I screamed in agony. I yanked them straight
back down again and the pain stopped. What the hell was that?
I grabbed a t shirt and pulled it over my head and breasts. It looked more
like a dress now as the hem reached my knees and the neck was so wide that
it left one of my shoulders exposed. The banging was continuing and I
doubted that the door was going to last much longer. I grabbed my savings
and threw them in my backpack before climbing out the window, dropping onto
the garden and sprinting down the street, with my breasts jiggling and hair
whipping out behind me.
I wandered aimlessly for some time before I realised it was getting late and
I was going to need somewhere to sleep. I walked towards a local hotel that
was part of a budget chain. Hopefully it wasn't going to cost me too much.
"I'm sorry dear," said kind looking, middle aged woman in the smart uniform
behind the reception desk. "To rent a room here you need some kind of ID."
"Isn't there anything you can do?" I pleaded in my new high pitched voice.
"I have nowhere else to go."
"I can't believe that such a well spoken, polite young lady has nowhere to
go." She smiled condescendingly at me. I cringed at the young lady
reference. "Why don't you go back to where you came from?"
"I can't. They don't want me there anymore. I'm sorry to bother you."
"Oh deary. Listen. I have to phone the authorities when a minor comes in
wanting a room. They'll send somebody round and help find you a place to
stay. We don't want a beautiful thing like you roaming the streets." That's
how everybody was going to see me now. As a beautiful, young lady. Even when
all I was wearing was an oversized t-shirt with an x-men logo on it.
He suggestion sounded reasonable. The authorities would at least provide a
roof over my head while I considered my next move.
On the other hand, the authorities would also get in touch with the police.
And no doubt my 'Dad' would have reported a naked girl breaking into his
house and stealing his son's savings. Then what would happen? Would I get
put into some kind of youth detention? If they did I doubt I'd be able to
find out what happened to me. I couldn't risk that.
"Ok, thank you. That would be nice," I said as sweetly as possible. "Could I
trouble you for a drink of water first though please?"
"Of course honey, I'll be right back."
I waited until she left the desk before I walked back outside.
The lady had a point. I was now a young lady wandering the streets on my
own. I was now homeless. What did the homeless do?
A couple of hours later I was settling into a closed shop doorway with a
cardboard box that I had found around the back of the local supermarket. It
was starting to get cold. I'd heard something about 'hypothermia'. I wasn't
sure what it was but I knew it had something to do with the cold. I hoped
that I didn't get that. I shivered for a while before sleep eventually took
me.
When I awoke, I could see that dawn had just started to break. That meant it
must have been around four in the morning. I didn't want to move, I felt so
warm and snuggly.
Snuggly? Warm?
Last night I was freezing but now it felt like I was wrapped in a warm,
furry blanket. Where did that come from? I looked into my cardboard box.
Looking back up at me were rats.
Dozens of them.
I shrieked as loudly as I could, ripping the box away from me and flinging
my arms and legs around until I had got them all off.
The rats backed away, but still looked up at me. Almost like they were
expecting something.
"Shoo, shoo," I squealed at them whilst gesturing wildly. Eventually they
left. Although they looked almost disappointed.
I was now cold again. Were the rats purposely trying to keep me warm? I had
never heard of them doing anything like that before. Did this have anything
to do with my change? I needed to do some research.
I wandered the streets again, desperately trying to get warm until the shops
and services opened. I started at a local charity shop and bought a white,
flowery maxi dress (at least that's what the shop assistant had called it)
and a pair of sandals. I had looked at buying some trousers but remembered
what had happened when I tried trousers yesterday. I did not want to risk
making a scene. Not anymore of a scene anyway. After all, here I was, a
lovely looking young girl wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt.
Fortunately, the staff didn't ask any questions. The dress and sandals were
both cheap and they covered me up. At least now I could get about without
drawing too much attention to myself.
I then hit the local internet cafe. Food and information was exactly what I
needed right now. I ordered a salad sandwich (normally I would have had
something meat based but for some reason the thought of meat put me off
having anything at all) and a cup of tea (very English lady-like) before
hitting google.
Luckily for me, Wikipedia had pages and pages of information on the twisted.
I soon had myself a little checklist comparing me with what happened to
people going through their twist:
Twist happens to those in their teenage years - Check.
At least one parent needs to be twisted - Well I don't know my birth
parents, so it's possible.
During the twist a burst of energy can occur, causing damage to surroundings
- Check.
Twist can completely change appearance of the twistee, including gender -
Definite check.
Nature of twist can be determined by what the twistee was doing at the time
- I was playing a Princess game with my sister when it happened and I am
looking quite Princessy now, so check.
Twistee can receive compulsions - I can't wear trousers anymore so I guess
that could be a compulsion.
Twistee can receive powers known as 'tricks' - Nothing certain there, but
maybe that thing with the rats could be a trick in some way.
The list went on and on. Apart from the fact that there were no known
twisted in the UK, it all seemed to point to the same conclusion. And there
was nothing else that I could find that could explain a sudden gender
change. It had to be.
In amongst the information I found an email address for an expert who was
based in Spiral. A Doctor Rothchild. I sent him an email hoping he would
take me seriously, explaining what had happened and virtually begging him
for help. It wasn't long after I was asked to leave as other people were
waiting to use the machines and I really needed to conserve cash.
Once again, I was wandering aimlessly around the shops, not sure what I
needed to do. I started to think about where I could sleep tonight when a
very excited voice was projected in my direction.
I turned around to see a woman in her mid thirties running from one of the
shops, straight toward me.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she said looking at me. "You are just
stunning. Your make up looks so natural. Oh my god! You aren't wearing any
make up! You are just perfect, like a princess! How would you like to make
some money?"
"Oh, erm, well," I stuttered.
"That accent, so darling!," she interrupted. "Let me explain, I own Brides
and Beauties, the bridal store across the street." I looked at the shop she
had run from and saw the sign "I have just got the latest stock of prom
dresses in for the end of the school year. I was just about to phone up the
modelling agency when I saw you walk past. I have one that is princess cut
and you would be the perfect model for it. I would pay you well!"
The idea of wearing a posh dress lit something up inside of me. I think I
would have said yes at that point even if she wasn't offering to pay me for
it.
We entered the store before the lady (I found out she was called Sophie at
this point. I had called myself Danielle. Not very original I know and I
wasn't even keen on the name. I guess I was going to have to come up with a
femme name for myself at some point) brought out the dress she wanted me to
model. Well, dress was a very modest word for what it was. Gown was more
appropriate. It was pale blue, strapless with a huge-bell shaped skirt and a
sparkly top.
The skirt was decorated in with a net like material (chiffon I would later
learn) that was covered in small decorative flowers. I couldn't wait to try
it on.
"You are incredible," Sophie exclaimed. "Your skin is flawless without make
up and your hair falls perfectly into place. All we have to do is get you
into this and I'll pick out some shoes and accessories for you."
I got into the gown. It felt amazing. The underskirts that held the shape of
the dress felt amazing as they swished around my legs. The euphoria I felt
only increased as I put on the sparkly silver shoes (the heel surprisingly
provided no problem for me) and had the tiara put on my head. I was in
heaven.
I posed as she took the photos in front of a plain white background. Sophie
claimed I was a natural. I think I only looked so good as I felt so happy at
that point. The dress seemed to wash all of my worries away.
"Thank you so much Danielle," Sophie said to me when we were finished. "If
you start getting changed into your own clothes again, I'll go sort out your
payment."
That was when my mood suddenly changed. I was going to have to take this
dress off. The source of all my current happiness. I couldn't do it. I don't
know what came over me but instead of waiting for my payment, I ran.
Lifting my skirts, my feet clicked and clacked as I ran down the street, no
doubt drawing much attention. I don't know how long I ran for but I soon
found myself at the local park. I collapsed on a bench to catch my breath.
"Excuse me Miss," a voice said to me soon afterwards. I looked up to see two
police officers looking back down. I remained silent.
"We've had a report of someone matching your description, stealing a prom
dress, a tiara, and a pair of shoes. And since you are wearing all of the
items described, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out it's you." I
nodded meekly.
"The store owner doesn't want to press charges," he continued. "She just
wants her items back and as long as you agree to let her use the photos that
she took, she's happy to let the situation drop. So let's go and give her
the items back."
"NO!" I screamed out of nowhere. "I CAN'T." and tried to run again. This
dress was like a drug. I couldn't give it up. The police soon caught me up
and had me in handcuffs.
They dragged me kicking and screaming to the police car.
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