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Snow Morels
Note to readers, don't read if you don't like poor grammar, this is
rough.
This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality should be
inferred or expected.
Copyright... Are you kidding?
- - - - -
I was fourteen and puberty was actually kicking in. I was changing even
more than I'd changed already. I was getting to be more and more like
my dad. Under some other circumstances it might be not so bad. Dad ran
away three years ago leaving us, mom, me and sis, who is two years
younger than I am. There was no divorce and he just left us with an
unpaid mortgage loan. There was no hope for everything to be resolved
properly 'cause he was shot by police a few months later during a street
incident with involving drugs in Chicago. So here I was now a younger
copy of the man who left his family in a tight squeeze.
Mom was a nurse or rather assistant to Dr. Z. Wilmer while Gramp, from
dad's side, was helping a little. Mom was working on the side at a
retirement home and we were still short on money. Sis and I were doing
everything at home and I mean everything like tidying, washing, cooking,
mowing, repairing and even some gardening in the backyard. A little
about us: Mom - Veronica Grant, usually she's called Ronnie thirty
seven, a Registered Nurse; sis - Elizabeth or Lisa, twelve; me - Roger
or Roo, fourteen. I was already five feet nine and one hundred twenty
pounds. I hoped to gain more weight over the summer. It was already
agreed that I would work in Milewski's storehouse in the summer so I
would actually be paid to workout. We agreed and it was my intention
that checks would be in my mom's name. We were planning to spend my
summer money to change our house's electric heating over to propane or
heating oil. Electricity is modern and comfortable but it is very
expensive with all the heating, washing, showering and bathing.
It was Saturday, a beautiful sunny day of during spring break. I had
all my chores finished so I headed my bike into the woods. I had no
plans and there was no special place I was heading. The road was
getting narrower and then it changed from tarmac to road-metal and later
to a ground path. I had been riding for almost three hours already and
reached a beautiful clearing in mixed pine and white birch wood. The
clearing was really pretty, it was like a room framed by pines and
birches from three sides and by some bushes at the Northern side of it.
There was a six trunk birch at the further end and beside the tree was a
wellspring almost six feet wide with a spring nearer the birch. I
leaned to drink from the spring and noticed something sparkling under
the water. Apparently it was a glass bottle and it was broken. Sharp
glass could be fatal trap for deer or any other animal so I carefully
took the glass away. Unfortunately, the bottom of the bottle was in the
mud and it cut not only my palm but my wrist too. I was about to wash
my wounds in the spring but the water in it was all muddy now so I
simply wiped the cuts with my left hand and allowed some blood to flow
to prevent lockjaw or some other infection. I sat on the stump near the
spring and simply waited.
I could have stayed at home with my mom and sis. It probably would have
been the best thing to do. I wasn't seeing mom as often as I was a year
ago. Anyway, after my puberty kicked in and I started to look like my
dad, mom and sis started to avoid me. We used to be like a team before.
We were "we" then and it seemed like we had become "we and him". I was
not the part of the "we" anymore. And there was no hope for it to get
better. "If only I could turn into a girl, then our family would be as
one again," I said to myself.
I found some yarrow among the trees and used it to cover my wounds and
then fastened it with a handkerchief. Actually, I was looking for
nettles as the very first edible herb of spring. Now, if I even found
it, I couldn't cut it with one hand and my left hand at that. Uh-uh! I
had to stay here for an hour or so and wait for pain to subside and for
yarrow to do its job before I could ride home. I was pacing the
clearing and thoughts about mom, sis and me kept coming back again and
again. Then I turned to the pines and behind them there was another
sandy clearing with a little grass and a lot of snow morels. I was sure
it was a little too early for them. Maybe some couple of weeks later
the real morel season will start. Anyway, there were and I wasn't about
to complain. I picked them with no effort like little stones from the
ground and I had my plastic bag full in almost a minute or so.*
- - - - -
We had enough mushrooms for Sunday's dinner and it was a great dinner
like years ago. Mom had no shift at the hospital and only a three-hour
shift at the retirement home so she was home early. Sis and I made
baked snow morels with cream sauce and it was delicious. After the
dinner we were watching some really old movies on DVD and, in general,
the night was as good as those old days when I was still one of us.
I was very different from the boy that I was a year ago. My face was
blotchy and facial hair was starting to grow. I needed to shave twice a
week already. My voice was rasping. My limbs were thin and long while
my joints were knotted and I looked like an arthropod. I'm sure that I
could be on the basketball team, but I was a freshman so the coach was
showing some interest but he was mostly waiting for me to develop. I
had become sort of ugly and I needed to get used to new me. The same me
that my mom and sis were seeing but they were not seeing me but rather
my dad when they looked at me.
Now I have to say that I wasn't all that bad. I was tall and I could
dust off the upper shelves and top of the fridge without stepping on the
chair or the ladder. I could not only reach to dust it off, but I could
see what was laying there too. I was nine inches taller than Lisa or
mom. I was now stronger than I was a year ago so I could do all those
pick-ups, furniture moving and home repair jobs.
- - - - -
The beginning of the next week passed uneventfully. It was still spring
break and I didn't have anything special to do. I was pretty much a
loner so I was spending those days at home reading books or cycling
round the town and the general area. It was Thursday morning when my
mom made a special request, "Roo, if you remember the place where you
found those mushrooms maybe you could go there again and get some more."
"Yeah... They were delicious," I said.
"Not only was that," mom said, "Monday was first day of my period.
Usually, there are awful cramps for two or three days while this time it
went smooth and painless. The only difference from all other times was
your morels and I thought maybe..."
"No prob mom," I replied, "I guess I remember that place. It's
beautiful and I think we need to go there together some day."
I was always happy when what I was doing was good and helping. I rode
away after mom left for work. Lisa was hanging out with her friends
again so I didn't need to babysit her.
This time, I didn't need three hours to get to the wonderful clearing.
I was there before noon. The sun was high, birds were chirping and
butterflies were turning round first flowers. I'd prepared better for
my trip this time - I had some plastic bags for litter I'd seen
previously but couldn't take with me. Today I could to make this place
clean and I filled two big garbage bags with waste plastic bottles,
plastic bags, cardboard boxes, even nappies and panty liners, cans and
disposable tableware. Then I fastened those garbage bags to my bike
with duct tape.
After the clearing was tidy and clean, I searched around the pine trees
looking for snow morels. This time there was a lot more of them; much
more than a few days ago. I quickly had two plastic bags full of them
and then I filled even my backpack. If these snow morels were so good
for mom's period cramps, maybe they would be good for Lisa too. I
wasn't sure if Lisa had already had her period start. If not yet it
would be very soon. Mushrooms were good prepared the next day so maybe
they would be good after they were dried too.
When I got home, I washed the mushrooms and then soaked them in water
for three hours. I used all the bowls and bigger pots. Later, I let
the water drain, put them on paper towels, and I spread almost all of
them on shelves to dry.
- - - - -
I was sure my growth spurt and puberty kick in was over, though there
were some changes I was still ongoing. The most incredible change was
that my testosterone level somehow normalized and I could now talk to a
girl and not peer at her cleavage or legs while looking in her eyes. It
was awesome. I was no more excited by the amount of bare skin on girls'
bodies while I was paying more and more attention to what they wore and
what they were. I could now admire the image they presented as well as
all details that image was built of.
My body had changed too. My voice changed back, not that exactly back
into a boyish soprano, but rather an alto. My face skin became softer
and I had no more an acne as of the middle of the May. There was some
flesh that grew on my bones. Hard muscles were more preferable while
the soft filling was good as a temporary solution. A couple of weeks
later, I started my job in Milewski's store and I was sure my flesh
would soon turn into muscles. Alas! Maybe some special exercises were
needed or maybe my diet wasn't right but I'd got a bit more of this soft
flesh instead of an athletic body or maybe the time hadn't come yet.
I started working at Milewski's immediately after school ended. My job
was to put newly arrived hardware and tools in the appropriate place on
the shelf. I wasn't too much busy so I started cleaning the shelves and
boxes on them first, later I started wash the floor after I'd finished
the "shelf" job. For my entire cleaning job, Mr. Milewski paid me fifty
dollars in cash every week besides the paycheck. Mom said I could keep
it for myself. Money sure is the thing that you can't have too much of.
Anyway I didn't need it a lot. Maybe I needed some of it for various
sundries. Part of it I was giving to Lisa. She was too young to work
but as a girl, she needed a lot of it.
Meanwhile, there was a new family in the neighborhood with two girls.
Abby was a year older than me and Trish was the same age as Lisa. Lisa
was spending a lot of time with new girls as well as with her friends
from school. I didn't mind. She was twelve and I wanted her to have a
carefree summer.
I was at home between three and four after work and the rest of the day
I was spending making food and, when weather was warm and the sun was
shining, I spent a lot of time in our backyard or rather in a small
garden where we had few beds with various veggies while Lisa was tidying
up the house. One day I was weeding and thinning carrots while
straddling the bed and bent over. Lisa came home with some of her
friends and both neighbor girls.
"Invite your sis to join us," Abby said.
"But..." Lisa started to say something but trailed off.
I was stunned and confused. I didn't know what was going on. I wanted
to join them but was afraid of a misunderstanding. I wanted to meet new
friends but I needed to finish my job in the kitchen-garden. When I'd
finished the girls all were gone.
"What about that 'sis' business?" I asked Lisa, "why didn't you correct
Abby?"
"Have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?" she asked instead.
I was about to say 'yes' while then I thought to myself that I didn't
remember when I had last looked at myself in the mirror. I usually
combed my hair in my room, then again I didn't feel the stub on my face
so I didn't shave. Actually, I didn't need a mirror because most things
I did on autopilot. Thus my answer was "No, I haven't." But again it
was me who needed the answer.
"So what's wrong with me?"
"You have breasts..." Lisa said hesitantly.
"These aren't breasts, those are MUSCLES!" I said as I gestured to my
chest.
"Muscles are square and yours are round like other girls," Lisa replied
calmly. "Your waist is slim and hips wide, no hair on your face and
legs anymore, even your voice is like it was two years ago."
I started to touch myself trying to feel the traits Lisa had named.
There was nothing special, the same as every day so I couldn't feel the
difference.
"You are shorter..." Lisa said before she trailed off.
"No way, it's impossible," I said and turned to face the fridge and... I
couldn't see what was on it's top, even after I'd stood on tiptoes.
- - - - -
"Honey, tell me sincerely - are you taking something, anything?" Mom
asked.
"No mom, honestly, I'm not," I replied. "Why do you think I have to
take something?"
"Because you have developed an obviously feminine shape," she said.
"What about your boy parts? I'm sorry for the question, but you know, I
have to ask."
"I don't know. Actually I'm not sure," I told her.
"Roo, listen to me, it's serious. A healthy boy feels his parts more
than once a day. You have to feel something."
"Recently, those parts don't bother me. As in the morning... How to say
it correctly..."
"Morning erection," Mom suggested.
"Yeah... I have no such thing in the morning and when I talk or look at
the pretty girl there is no more of it either as it was making me to
feel so stupid and perverted and out of the place kind of."
"You are saying you have no erections at all?" Mom asked.
"Kind of that," I replied, "and it's ok with me."
"You have to touch your parts every time you go to pee, don't you?"
"It got so that I'd noticed almost a year ago that I was splashing
around when peeing, so now I simply sit down and then wipe off and while
my balls, sorry testicles, had popped inside..."
"Stop!" Mom interrupted me, "testicles can't get inside unaided. When
and how did it happen?"
"It was almost a week after we'd ate the snow morels. I thought it was
a part of the magic I'd asked for the same as my... uh... err... erections
gone. Since it wasn't a sort of 'Puff' magic, I thought there was
nothing to it and I was getting more adult and mature and all those
things getting better with my body like muscle growth while Lisa says
these are breasts but, anyway, I haven't thought this way while all
other things just were more comfortable than previously so..."
"Stop, please stop," Mom asked. "What magic? What have you asked for?"
"Like a year ago, after puberty kicked in, and I became so manly and was
like dad I felt like I wasn't part of 'we' I mean us and then I found
that wonderful clearing in the wood and while I was waiting for my blood
to stop dripping after I'd cut my wrist with a bottle because water in
the wellspring got muddy after I'd picked that broken bottle up and I'd
waited for blood to drip to not get an infection and I said to myself
that I'd rather be a girl while then I still was a part of 'we' and stay
at home and chat with you. There was no 'Puff' so I was sure that all
changes were kind of me developing... err... like maturing." I was
practically out of breath from my sudden rush of words.
Mom looked at me sadly, "Do you think I love you less because you're a
boy?"
"No, no... Not exactly," I said starting to sniffle, "it's just I became
like dad who had betrayed us and I sure couldn't expect you and Lisa not
to see it and want me for chats and hugs the same as before."
"Oh honey, I love you no matter what," Mom said embracing me in a bear
hug, "and I always will."
It felt so nice and good and warm and my eyes were watering 'cause I had
become so emotional recently.
"I know Mom," I assured her, "I just know that mommies prefer girls
while daddies prefer boys and I always wanted to be closer to you and
those changes... I'm ok with them. Really, no matter what, I feel better
and my body isn't embarrassing me and it doesn't make me feel stupid or
perv anymore."
"Back to your case," Mom said, "what about your parts that hadn't popped
in? I need this to know while I want you to go with me to Dr. Wilmer
tomorrow and he will ask the same things."
"I have to check," I said. "I'll be right back."
While I was in the bathroom, I pulled my shorts and trunks down and
stared at what had to be my penis. Not that it was gone or smaller
while it was thick as before but it was much shorter and actually only
it's head was still outside. I reported my findings to mom and she just
nodded.
- - - - -
Mom made all the necessary calls to the doctor and to Mr. Milewski who
said that I'd done a job that was planned for two months in three weeks
so there will be no problem for me to come tomorrow a couple of hours
later. The doctor asked us to come an hour before opening his office to
avoid interrupting other appointments.
The next day, Dr. Wilmer examined me thoroughly while mom took my blood
and urine samples. A couple of days later, mom brought me to the
hospital where I had appointment for a MRI and, afterwards, another
doctor was measuring and examining me.
The next week, we went to the same hospital again together with Dr.
Wilmer. There we waited in a conference room for another doctor to
arrive. Actually, there were two of them, one that carried the results
of the MRI, Dr. Timothy Ford, and another who examined me afterwards,
Dr. Al Silvestre.
"If there were no birth certificate and no notes made by Dr. Wilmer
about Roger's successful puberty," Dr. Ford started, "I'd say that the
subject, sorry Roger, is a healthy teenage girl with no signs of
masculinity. According to my investigation, Roger's puberty is
relatively a little late while her, sorry his, first period should start
after six to eight weeks, but it still is normal for a girl.
"My investigation also shows the teenage girl with well-expressed
external reproductive organs. What Roger indicates as his residual
penis actually is a clitoris. It's bigger than average while it's still
normal," said Dr. Silvestre. "Anyway, we have extracts from Dr. Wilmer
notes and even pictures showing Roger as a healthy teenager boy no more
than four months ago and a birth certificate stating Roger Lionel Grant
is a male. Birth certificate has to match the real gender.
"What we can do about all of this? First, we can call current state as
pathology and using surgery and hormones we'll try restore Roger to a
male gender." Dr. Silvestre made a short pause. "We can accept current
gender but we need a proof to change the birth certificate. I'd not
found any similar case of real and complete sex change so it would be
the first case in scientific history. If we go this way, we will
sacrifice Roger on the altar of science. There will be no privacy for a
couple of years and at the end of it all, everyone in this room will be
denounced as liars and cheaters."
I felt tears coming. My situation was a total stalemate.
"There is a third way too," Dr. Silvestre said, "while we need to know
Roger's wish first. No matter what, this decision will be final."
"What do you think honey?" Mom asked.
"I'd like to keep my current gender."
"So do you want to be a boy?" Dr. Wilmer asked.
"NOOO!" I burst into tears. "No, please! I want be a girl."
"Are you sure, Roo?" Mom asked.
"Yes, I am Mommy, please!"
"OK then," Dr. Silvestre continued. "But we'll need your assistance Dr.
Wilmer. We need your notes regarding Roger's male puberty to be lost or
corrupted by virus attack or something similar. Then we could state
that Roger's birth gender was determined by the presence of the penis
what actually isn't a strong evidence of masculinity especially without
it's detailed examination. So the gender by birth certificate could be
claimed erroneous and the new birth certificate could be requested."
"Mrs. Grant, what name have you called Roger?" Dr. Ford asked.
"Roo. My youngest was calling him Roo since Roger was too complicated
for her."
"By the way, have you thought about your new name Ms. Grant?" Dr. Wilmer
asked turning to me.
"Not yet," I was surprised while pleased at the same time with him
calling me 'Ms. Grant'.
"Roo sounds like Ruth," Dr. Ford said.
"I have no preferences," I said, "Ruth is ok."
"I want to keep your initials intact," Mom said, "so maybe Ruth Lynn
Grant?"
"Yes! I like it," I replied.
- - - - -
Another month passed till I got the new birth certificate. The same day
my first period started. That wasn't a pleasure though it wasn't such a
nightmare as seeing my dad in the mirror or feeling my boy parts getting
hard when talking with a girl.
Being a girl, I wasn't afraid at least to talk to other girls and
gradually I made friends with our neighbors Abby and Trish. Abby and I
were about to attend the same high school in the neighboring town while
Lisa and Trish will go to the same junior high.
My appearance had obviously changed. I was shorter by no less than six
inches while I was still taller than Lisa and Mom. My waist was thinner
while my hips and chest or rather breasts were wider. My shoe size
dropped too from a men's eleven to a women's eight. I needed an all new
wardrobe evidently. While I couldn't afford all those girly frills and
laces and variety like Lisa, I made decision to be a tomboy. I'd
checked prices and found that for my basic underwear, some new shoes,
jeans, tops and coat I would spend all that money Mr. Milewski had given
me above my paycheck. This didn't mean I didn't want be girly girl like
my sis or other girls, I simply couldn't afford to be one.
"It's tedium to have a tomboy sister," Lisa said, "almost the same as
having a bro."
"I'd want to be like you, but who will pay for it?" I quipped.
"You are so annoying sometimes Roo..."
Well, I was boring for her while for me everything was a new world.
Even being a tomboy was much better than being a boy. There were no
external restrictions, only availability of the funds. I wasn't sure
I'd be a desirable employee for Mr. Milewski next summer but I was
pretty sure I'd be able to come to his store for everyday cleaning for
the same fifty dollars a week. My allowance was a half of it so if I
take the lunch I made at home to school then I could put aside almost
three hundred dollars every month. It would be enough for something new
both for Lisa and me from time to time. There will come a day when I'll
be able to buy a dress for myself, and that's not 'maybe', that's for
real!
- - - - -
* The Place was a clearing (Venus [only clearing and not lawn or
meadow]) in mixed white birch (Chiron [key to harmony and Venus' co-
ruler] - the birch is the only which represents exclusively Chiron's
energy) and pine (a mix of Uranus [enlightenment] and Mars [protection]
energies) wood. The clearing was framed by pines and birches from three
sides and by some bushes at the Northern (Moon [ancestry]) side of it.
There was a six (Venus [six is Venus' number like the sixth day in the
week the Friday]) trunk birch (Chiron) at the further end ("7" of
Pythagorean 3 by 3 square - mission - Saturn [seven is Saturn's number
like the seventh day in the week the Saturday]) and beside the tree was
a wellspring (Moon [maternity]) almost six (Venus) feet wide with a
spring nearer (the same "7" in another scale) the birch. The spring's
bottom was covered with layer of black mud (Venus [like mud bath for
beauty]). The Place couldn't have been built by man because its various
parts were of different ages - birches were 90, pines 150 and the spring
60 years old. It couldn't have been built by elementals because of its
intellectual meanings.
The blood was taken (and accepted) as sacrifice by soil (Venus). The
clearing behind the trees with mushrooms - the energy of Pluto. Pluto is
always opposing Venus and in mythology Venus and Pluto are spouses,
while Venus and Mars (Pluto's co-ruler in Aries and Scorpio) are lovers.
Sure it's the Venus' manifestation Place built by Venus.
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