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Chapter 1 "Could you pass me the porridge?" my father asked. "Sure thing, father!" my younger sister replied and handed father his third portion of the grainy goo. I'd never been the greatest admirer of porridge, finding the taste not to my liking. "Could I have some more too?" I asked, feeling genuinely hungry. Father passed the porridge to me, using my mother as the deliverer. "Thanks!" I said, remembering to be polite. I had lived on the same farm for my entire life, rarely venturing further than the nearby town. I was the only son born to my father who was still alive, my two older brothers having participated in the Great War, both being killed a couple of years ago. I was luckily too young to serve, being only twelve years old at the time. We lived too far to the north to ever have any battles being fought in our area. Instead of serving I helped father and grandfather, who has since passed, on the farm. Being 12 years old was old enough for me to start working they said, besides, they needed the help greatly. I was of course not strong enough to do manual labor so instead I overtook duties such as watering the horses and fixing the fences, that was hard work for a 12-year-old! Just a stone's throw away lived our closest neighbors, a family just like ours and hardly faring much better than we did. They'd been blessed with three daughters and a son while my family had the reversed, three sons and a daughter. Considering these matchups existing it had actually been so that my two elder brothers had both had the two oldest neighboring gals as sweethearts. No marriages or children had however came from those unions. As a child I would often play with the neighboring son, Isaac, and we were great friends. The daughter thought out to be my "match", Narcissa, was however not of any interest to me. She had a birth defect her folks would say, a defect rendering her very slow on the uptake and she had great difficulties speaking and understanding what others told her. Her two older sisters, Bridget and Annie, had since my brothers' deaths moved on, both now starting their own families half the county away. My sister, Katherine "Kitty", was a headstrong girl and the cleverest person I'd ever known. My own name you ask? Daniel or "Danny" as everyone would call me. I was now in my 17th year of life, having been born 27 December 1771. I'd only attended school up until the age of 12, after which I started working on father's farm. Isaac was born less than a month before me, celebrating his birthday the last of November. I hadn't yet turned 17 and neither had Isaac. We were however closing in and would soon both be young men. Isaac had never really had any interest in Kitty either, not that Kitty had any in him. Kitty was the kind of girl who would most likely end up becoming a teacher at school, it was a waste of talent if she just became another housewife. I was certainly not dumb either, I had no problems reading the bible and knew simple math as well. It was late October and we were heading towards colder times, the water in the ponds had just started freezing at night and we'd probably face another hard winter this year. Last year we'd lost half our livestock to the cold and when it was at its hardest we'd actually kept the hens inside, fearing that our supply of eggs the next spring would plummet to zero if we hadn't. Our neighbors hadn't fared too well either, not losing livestock but the matron of the family. Isaac's mother had not survived the winter and this had left a massive burden on Isaac and his father to care for Narcissa. I supposed that they would take her to one of those institutions later this year since she was clearly never going to function as a proper young woman would. Being October we'd finished the harvest and most of the time now was spent tending the woods and stocking up for the winter. Father and I had worked hard all month and we were now helping our neighbors finish their firewood before snow fell. Isaac and I worked together and our fathers worked together, sawing tree after tree after tree. Our backs and arms, our entire bodies almost, were hurting from hard, good work. We'd been helping them for a week now, going out first thing in the morning and finishing long after darkness overcame us. Mother cared for our home and Kitty checked on Narcissa every couple of hours, making sure that she did no harm to herself or the house. As we finished that evening and all came over to my homestead for supper, father declared that the wood we'd collected was enough to make it through the winter, for both families. Isaac and I both let out sighs of relief, finally being able to rest from this hard work. "We'll still need you two to ride into town and collect the supplies that we'll need to last it through the winter" Isaac's father said. Never before had we been entrusted with a task as important as this. A journey such as this one would take at least a week, maybe even two, depending on the weather. We'd also be in charge of more money that we'd ever seen in our lives. "See it as your first task as men, boys," father said and laughed. Hearing this from him was something I took pride in, he now saw me as a man, as an equal. After supper had ended I spent some time reading a book I'd been given for my 16th birthday. I didn't read for long, the candle had to last for a long time, at least until we had the chance to buy new ones, one of the items on the list that I had been given. After finishing one chapter I put out the candle and closed my eyes. Hard work made you tired and I fell asleep almost immediately. We didn't leave the very next day, a journey such as this required preparation and that was what we spent the entire day doing. Mother sew in our money in my clothes, and Isaac's money in his clothes. This was a matter of safety, if we were robbed by burglars then it would be a harder task for them to find any valuables on us. Kitty begged father to allow her to come with us, but he refused. "The world isn't safe for young women like you," he would say. I knew he spoke from experience, his sister had been taken for a streetwalker when she'd gone away from home alone and had ended up having men forcing their way on her, leading to her shying away from the entire world and ultimately being found floating in one of the nearby ponds. Since Kitty's strategy of begging father wasn't working, she decided to ask mother instead. "Only if your father allows," she said and thus successfully ended Kitty's begging. I was glad that it would just be me and Isaac going, having to look out for my sister as well as everything else would've been too much, besides, there were some things boys could only speak about when there weren't any girls around. Isaac, who was levelheaded as usual, agreed that for the sake of the greater good it was better for us two to be alone on this journey. The next morning we were packed and ready, dressed in warm clothes and had been given some spirits if we felt like we needed to warm up along the way. The sun wasn't up yet and it was still freezing outside. My mother stood shivering in the door. Right next to her stood the gloomy- looking sister of mine and near the wagon stood both our fathers, giving us some last minute directions and final guidance. We sat up in the wagon, Isaac's father's wagon to be exact, and signaled to the horses to start moving forward. We waved our goodbyes to our families and were soon out on the main road, starting a journey we had only been on once before, this time we were however in charge of things. Over the next four days everything went well and we made good progress on our way. The weather was warmer and there was no snow hindering us. We took turns driving, allowing the other to sleep for a couple of hours, which allowed us to drive longer before night befell upon us. We started at sunrise, eating breakfast while driving and then stopping for half an hour around noon for lunch. We would then ride until after darkness and eat supper before going to sleep. We made it into town on the fifth day, the first day of snowfall. We rented space for our horses in a stable, it was expensive beyond comprehension. For us ourselves we bought a shared room in one of the hotels that were available. Right next to the hotel was a bar, with good food that wasn't too pricy either. We bought most of our supplies on the first day and after spending a couple of hours in the bar, both drinking a couple of glasses of ale, we were ready to retire. Before we had the opportunity to get up from our table, we were approached by a couple of young women our age. "Is there anything more we can do for you?" the more adult of the two asked seductively. I looked at Isaac and we both decided that we were satisfied for the night. We begged our pardon, much to their chagrin, and retired to our little room. "Maybe we should have taken them up on their offer?" Isaac asked. I answered my friend, "No, I think it was better we didn't. Father has told me to watch out for women such as them, fallen women he calls them. Apparently they can spread diseases during the act." Isaac replied, "All right then, if you say so then I will take your word for it." I suggested, "We should probably try getting some sleep now, we've got a lot of things to do tomorrow", thinking about finishing purchasing our supplies and making good distance on our way back tomorrow. If only it wouldn't snow any more than it had done so far then I was sure we'd be back at home before the end of the week. "Good night," we wished each other. Of course it had continued snowing. When we woke up we could see the entire world being covered in at least a decimeter of it, the entire world seemed to have been covered by a thick white sheet. We ate breakfast and inspected the roads, no travelling would be possible today. We completed our purchases and found ourselves standing with several more coins remaining than we had expected. Isaac asked, "What should we do with the remaining money, Danny?" "The proper thing would be to give it all back to our fathers... But we don't have to be so proper," I said. Isaac suggested, "Why not buy something nice for the ladies back home?" A good idea. I answered, "Definitely, that will cheer Kitty up for not being allowed to accompany us." So we spent a couple of hours that afternoon walking around town observing various items that we could bring back as gifts to the people back home. We found a blue dress that I knew Kitty would be fond of, it was a real bargain too. For my mother we bought a nice-looking hat that she could wear to church every Sunday. It was accompanied by a box to put it in, protecting it from any harm. Kitty's dress we folded and put among our own unused clothes. We once again spent the evening at the bar, enjoying the atmosphere and the music being played by the pianist, he was rather skilled in comparison to our church's organist, if one could compare the two types of music fairly. We saw the two girls from yesterday walk around the bar this night too, they did not bother approaching us tonight though. We retired to our beds and prayed that the weather would have improved by tomorrow. There had been no more snowfall today and it appeared that we would be able to set out right after breakfast. We ate a large breakfast, thinking that we would last longer and possibly make up some of our lost time by this. Just as we were stepping outside the hotel, which we'd just checked out of, Isaac thought that it would be unfair if we didn't give anything to his sister when we got back. "She will be none the wiser," I attempted, but he was convinced that he needed to give her a little something. We walked along one of the streets and checked the windows to see what they had to offer. We walked for maybe 20 minutes before Isaac stopped and exhaled a loud "Perfect!" before walking into a shop that looked shady to say the least. Being the good friend I was I followed him inside. What kind of shop was this? There were strange books all over the place and the weirdest items I'd ever seen displayed in showcases. One of the items bore a striking resemblance to a shrunken human hand. Being inside the store made me nauseous, which I could see that Isaac too had started feeling. We were greeted by a small foreign woman who looked ancient. Her language heavily broken. "I was wondering how much you want for the medallion in the window?" Isaac asked the woman. "Medallion? No medallion," she replied. Isaac was resolute and stepped over to the window and took up the medallion that had caught his attention. I could understand why, it looked ugly and cheap, having a small fairy displayed on one of its sides, the other being completely blank. It seemed like something you would give to a child and Narcissa did fit into that category. The old lady didn't take it from Isaac's offering glove-clad hand and instead said "Two coin", which was around the price I had expected it to sell for. Isaac didn't see the need to bargain with her and reached inside his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins, handing two of them to the woman. Isaac gave the medallion to me for safekeeping, dropping it into my gloved hands. I didn't have any pockets that were free in my jacket at the moment, so I hung the medallion around my neck. The old woman gave us a small smile as we bid her farewell and returned to our task at hand, getting back home as soon as we possibly could. We gave the man who'd tended our horses the money for the extra day they'd spent in his care and saddled the horses to our carriage. We made good progress in the snow that had now been stomped down by others who'd travelled on this road before us. As we expected, neither of us were hungry by lunchtime and we kept on driving until the sun started setting, both being hungry as wolves by now. Speaking of wolves, we'd heard them howling from a distance each night we'd been travelling to town and we could hear them now again as we were travelling back home. Isaac fixed supper that evening while I fed the horses and saw to it that their hoofs were free of snow. I cleared the ground for them and had them close to our fire, in case anything were to happen. We had a good mood this evening, enjoying fine, fresh food and drank ale of an even higher class than the one they'd served at the bar. If father knew that I had been tasting ale every day for the last three days, he'd have punished me for enjoying myself too much. Good thing he wasn't here. We fell asleep by the fire and when we woke up we could see that it had protected the horses from any potential predators, just like it had for the previous nights. It was still dark outside when we started our morning routine, Isaac now tending the horses and I fixed breakfast. We enjoyed the bubbly, warm porridge that I boiled in one of our pots over the fire and washed it down with water from our bags. I put away all the items we'd used in the wagon and washed the pot in the nearby stream, managing to get my own jacket completely soaked. Isaac noticed this when I returned. "You better change shirts so that you won't catch a cold," he suggested. I stepped inside the wagon and checked my available clothes. I removed my jacket and shirt and found myself standing bare chested with only the medallion clothing my upper body. I bent over and looked for a warm shirt to wear and didn't pay any attention to the medallion hanging only centimeters from my clothes, why would I? I retrieved one of my shirts, at the same time accidentally pushing Kitty's dress down on the floor. I bent down and retrieved it, accidentally touching the dress to the medallion, causing it to start peddling, which I stopped with the hand holding the dress. I felt a peculiar tingle as it happened and guessed that the medallion had some built-up charge needing release. I didn't think more of it and folded the dress and removed the medallion from around my neck, putting it among my other clothes for now. I put on the shirt I'd selected and wore my spare jacket, including the cap and gloves mother had made for me, and joined Isaac on the driver's seat. We focused on the road ahead of us and didn't talk much after my voice cracked, I blamed it on that I had a sore throat this morning, feeling embarrassed that my voice would still break like that when I was almost 17. I could feel my entire body itching for some minutes before it stopped all of a sudden. I felt tired this morning and closed my eyes for a few moments, letting Isaac take care of the horses as I slept. The day slowly crept forward and it was approaching noon. "Hey Danny!" Isaac said, nudging my shoulder, "Could you fix lunch for us?" he asked. I yawned and stretched my arms out, for some reason my hands didn't reach the edges of my jacket. I looked over that Isaac, who was looking elsewhere. He probably saw me in his peripheral vision so he turned around to talk to me. "Did you hear what I... WAAH!" He screamed, louder than I'd ever heard him scream before. "Who are you?!" he asked after finished the piercing yell, his face had a strange expression. "What do...? Hey?! What's wrong with my voice?!" I asked. I raised my hand to my mouth and felt that my jaw was all smooth, the youthful fuzz no longer present. My hand trailed down to my throat and I tried locating the protuberance that had been present since I was 13 but not finding it. "Who are you and what have you done with Danny?!" Isaac asked, apparently angry from me not answering his question. "I am Danny!" I answered. He looked at me and shook his head, "No." "You are a woman and I know for a fact that Danny is a man," he said and paused. A woman? I was certainly not a woman! "So if you're not going to answer my question, Miss, then I kindly ask you to step off my wagon so that I may go back and search for him?" Isaac asked me and stopped the horses. I had no idea what was going on, I felt my jacket touching my body and could feel that there were two masses hanging from my chest, masses I'd never felt before. My hands ventured inside my jacket and I could feel that the masses were attached to me, they were my own flesh! I didn't care about the young man sitting next to me being given this show, how much a show it now actually was, I had to confirm what he was claiming. My hands travelled inside my pants, which were now loose in my waist and snug in my hips, and made it down to my crotch. One single stroke confirmed that the tool I'd had for the past almost 17 years was no longer there, I had nothing at all! Well, I did have something, a small hole that I could feel my finger enter as it passed. I didn't want to discover it any further though, I was too shocked. "Ahem!" I heard the male beside me cough, "What you are doing right now is highly improper, Miss," he said. My hands flew out from my pants and instead grabbed Isaac by his jacket. "I am Danny, I really am!" I said, begging for him to believe me. "See, I wear the same clothes that he wore when he sat here!" I stated, "And I haven't left this position since this morning, so how could I possibly be anyone else than who I claim to be?!" I finished, convinced that my claim made sense. Isaac asked, "So you are asking me to believe that you just turned into a woman, is that correct?" and took hold of my now much thinner arms. "Yes," I confirmed. He told me, "Prove it!" "What should I do to prove it to you?" I asked him. "I have no idea, I have never been in such a situation as this before!" he answered. Of course he hadn't, nobody had ever been faced with a situation such as this before. I suggested, "Ask me something only the real Danny would know!" "Hmm...," he thought, "What was the name of Danny's secret sweetheart in school?" he asked. A sweetheart? I'd never had a sweetheart, had I? The only girl I fancied was our teacher "Miss Johnston!" I said, hoping that she was the one he was referring to. "How did you know that?!" he asked. I answered, "Because I am Danny!" He proceeded by asking several more deeply personal questions. He probably did believe me but couldn't believe my current appearance being the real Danny. He said, "I believe you." "But how is this possible?!" he asked, "I've never heard of something like this ever happening before!" I answered, "Neither have I. And I have no idea what caused this." Isaac stepped down from his seat and went around to my side. "What are you doing?" I asked when he extended his hand for me to take hold of. "Father always told me to offer a lady his hand," he answered. "Well, despite my current appearance I am no lady!" I said angrily and stood up, flicking away his hand. I extended my leg forward and noticed that my pants were hanging by my heels. I tried taking a step forward, slipped on my now too big pants and fell forward, landing right on the unprepared Isaac, causing both of us to land on the white ground. I struggled for a bit to get off from him, my chest having landed right in his face, but quickly succeeded and rolled away from him. He quickly sat up and looked at me. During the commotion my cap had apparently come loose and I could feel long hair falling past my shoulders as I sat up. As I sat up he stood up. He walked over to me and offered his hand, which I reluctantly took and was easily hoisted up to a standing position. I only came up to his collar, previously we had been of equal height. I also felt that my gloves were far too large on my hands and threw them off without any effort at all. My fingers were thin and long, very much unlike how they'd been before this happened. I told Isaac, "Remove your glove and give me your hand", which he immediately did. I held my hand to his and compared sizes, my fingers ended even before the most distal part of his fingers began. "My hands are tiny!" "You are tiny!" Isaac replied, "You must have shrunken an entire foot!" he approximated. I wondered, "But why? Why am I like this? How do I become myself again?!" He asked, "When exactly did this change occur? Did you do anything unusual before being seated in the seat?" "I don't think so, I only removed my wet clothes and changed into new ones, hardly anything else happened," I replied. Or did anything more happen? Isaac wondered, "Whatever happened to Narcissa's medallion?" "I removed it when changing clothes and put it among my others, it accidentally helped knock Kitty's dress down on the...," I stopped my thought process. "I felt a peculiar tingle when I held the medallion to the dress! Perhaps the medallion had something to do with it?" I asked. "Well, go and get it then! We can't have you travelling like this, your father told us that it was dangerous for young women to travel in small company," he answered. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't any woman but my current appearance was definitely that of a young woman. I got back to the wagon, dug through my clothes and found the medallion. I put it around my neck, nothing happened. "Nothing's happening!" I informed Isaac, who was now standing in the doorway. He suggested, "Perhaps it only works once?" "So I'm stuck like this? A woman for life? What will my parents think of me?!" I answered, sounding a bit desperate. He said, "I have no idea whatsoever, Danny." I asked, "So what do we do now?" "How am I supposed to know that?" he replied, "We have to get back home before winter overtakes us and I don't think it will wait just because you're looking like that," he said, a little sarcastically. I told him, "But my clothes are too big! I can't be outside or help with anything in clothes that swim on me!" "Then put on the dress and sit in the wagon," he suggested. I replied, "Me wearing a dress? Are you insane? I can't do that!" "Then walk around naked for all I care!" he said and started fixing the horses. I hated to admit that he was right but I couldn't move around in my much too big clothes at the moment and if I wore the dress I would pretty much be confined inside the little warmth there was in the wagon. I slammed the door to the wagon shut and removed all my clothes. I didn't know from which direction I should enter the dress but I figured that I was supposed to put it on from over my head. I did so and found that the dress fit me like it was made for me. Or maybe I was made for it? I took out the usual cooking devices and stepped outside the wagon. Isaac didn't say anything when he saw me coming out wearing the dress. It was actually warm in the dress and I didn't freeze like I'd thought when I wore it outside. Isaac gathered some wood to start a fire and I set up the pot to boil some eggs and to grill some fish that we'd bought as food for our way back. Isaac sat down on a rock and watched me as I cooked the meal, it felt strange to have him sitting there and observing me like that for some reason. I had never felt uncomfortable around him before but now it seemed like I saw him in a new light. I had just finished frying the fish when all of a sudden another carriage stopped by. The man driving seemed to be in his 30s and had huge arms, larger than any I'd ever seen before. He jumped down on the ground and walked over to us. "Good day, I was feeling starved and saw that you two were already cooking food. Mind if I dine with you?" he said, phrasing his request for us giving him our food only a little as a question. Isaac and I judged that we'd have no chance at all against this man just stealing everything from us and leaving us to walk all the way home. Isaac said, "Of course, we're glad to be of service. The man took one of the two plates I'd put out for us and scooped up everything that I'd cooked on it. "Thank you ever so kindly," he said with false pretense. He started chewing down our dinner rapidly and we knew that we were in trouble when he showed the gun hanging from a holster and smiled at us at the same time. He continued playing pretend with us. "So how long have the two of you been hitched? Any young'uns back home?" he asked. I thought that if he didn't kill me with his gun then his question would certainly leave me dead. Us? Married? He noticed our reluctance to answer and continued smiling from dominating the situation entirely. Finally Isaac answered with a lie, "We've only recently been wed, sir," he said and put his hands protectively around my waist. "Is that how it is?" he asked and looked over at me. "Yes, we were married just this September, sir," I answered, deciding that it was better to play along and not give any reason for suspicion. "Are you with child, gal?" the man asked me. Isaac, my pretend-husband, answered for me, "We've decided to wait having a family until we are properly settled, sir," he said. The man laughed to himself, "Women only have one purpose in life and that is to carry offspring. If you can't get it in her, then maybe I shall?!" he said and raised his gun, aiming it directly at me. The stranger said, "Back away from her or I'll shoot!" and stood up. I stepped forward, which made Isaac's hands fall off me and he slowly started backing away. "Good boy," the man said in a low voice. "Now step around and come here!" he shouted and Isaac slowly did as he was told. The man took out a piece of robe from his wagon and tied it around Isaac's arms and legs. He said, "Don't you dare try any funny business with me, lad. If you're not here when I'm finished that girl of yours, I'll fill her with bullets. Do you understand?" Isaac simply nodded. The man left Isaac and walked over to me. He grabbed my arm and dragged me towards his wagon. I exchanged a quick glance with Isaac as he was observing me being taken away, his eyes were saying "I'm sorry." The next two hours were the most unpleasant hours of my life. He aimed his gun at me through almost the entire act and I would just lie there, not saying a single word. It hurt a lot the first time he entered me and I could see blood accompanying his rod back out. "Virgin, eh?" the man whispered with his filthy tongue in my ear. After that I kept my eyes shut and tried thinking about more pleasant times back home. I could feel tears falling from my eyes as he continued violating me. After what felt like an eternity of misery, the man finished. He came one last time inside me and grunted hard. He then exited me, pulled up his pants and hinted for me to get outside. He opened the door for me and I could see that Isaac was sitting in exactly the same place as he'd been when I last saw him. The man led me over to Isaac and had me sit down next to him. "She was a mighty fine lay. Too bad for you that I took her maidenhood instead of you!" he said and laughed his evil laugh and smiled that sinister smile again. "But don't take me for some dishonest thief!" he said and pulled out a small bag of coins from his pocket. "I'm an honest paying customer," he said and threw the pouch to me. He walked over to his carriage and sat up at the seat. "A pleasure doing business with you!" he said as he took off. We remained silent until we could no longer see his wagon rolling along on the road. I then quickly freed Isaac from his bindings and as soon as he was free I feel into his chest and bawled. He hugged my body and whispered in my ear "It is ok, he's gone now and nobody will harm you any longer." It felt good to feel safe from harm again, Isaac was a good friend and would never do anything to hurt others. "How far did it go? All the way?" he asked. "Yes!" I said and started crying. He held me for as long as I cried. Darkness started setting and we'd lost half a day of travel, among other things that had been lost, and would have a sad road ahead of us. Isaac suggested I put on that medallion and touch it too my clothes. I'd told him about how it felt like I'd assumed a form fitting the cloth that had triggered my change, so he suggested I try it on my own clothes. Nothing happened. Isaac then took the medallion from me and held it to the same pair of pants that I'd attempted it on and, to my disbelief, he started changing. The whole process took about a quarter of an hour and, when finished, I found myself looking at an exact replica of how I'd looked earlier. I asked Isaac, "Why did you do that?" "What if you're stuck like me forever?" I said angrily, thinking that he could steal my life for what it was worth now. "I wanted to confirm that it indeed was the medallion that altered your shape and not anything else, like god punishing us," he answered. I answered, "And why would god almighty punish us?! I've been a good individual all my life and have never sinned, neither have you, I believe?" "I've never done anything against the teachings of our savior," he replied. I asked him, "So what do we do now? If you are me, then who am I supposed to be?" "Let's not ponder about such things now, Danny. We, you especially, have had a rough day and we should really try getting some sleep so that we can start early tomorrow and be on our way home," he said. I agreed and we relit the fire, making it warm and soothing. I quickly fell asleep but just as quickly started having nightmares and would wake up constantly, screaming in fear. Isaac walked over to me and sat beside me, holding me comfortably and shielding me away from the tormentors in both reality and in my dreams. Chapter 2 When I woke up the following morning I was at first unsure whether the events that had transpired the preceding day were all part of some hideous nightmare. It only took a scratch to my head to realize that I now had long hair and that what had happened yesterday was real. I searched around for Isaac but he wasn't by my side like I remembered him having been when I fell asleep the day before. I had several layers on top of me and their warmth was just what I needed this morning. Isaac, looking like himself again, popped out of the wagon and saw that I was waking up. "I just tried the medallion again and it appears that it works both ways but needs some time to recharge. That means that there will be an end to your womanhood soon!" he said and smiled. I smiled, at least this curse wasn't permanent. He came over to me and said, "I've already had breakfast and there's plenty of it left for you. I didn't want to wake you, considering what you went through yesterday I figured that you needed all the sleep you could get." I didn't feel hungry at all, only nauseous from remembering the evil man that had forced himself in me. I sat up and tried speaking, instead I vomited on the uppermost blanket. "Uuh... I don't feel so good," I groaned, feeling like I was about to die from shame. Isaac said, "I think you better travel inside the wagon today, in that way you won't feel cold and you can try using the medallion until you're back to your normal shape again." Considering my current condition, I didn't feel like leaving my warm blankets. He noticed this and asked, "Should I carry you over to the wagon?" and bent down next to me. I answered him, "Please do! That would be very kind of you." He pulled off the vomit-clad blanket from me and lifted me up like I weighed as much as a chicken. He laid me down on the available seat in the wagon and told me to try taking it easy. He took out the medallion from where he stored it and put it in my hand, cupping his warm hands around my smaller hand. "Things will soon be back to normal, I promise." With that said, he closed the door behind him and I could hear him scrambling around outside a little before feeling the front of the wagon gain an extra weight, dipping ever so slightly forward. I could hear him command the horses and soon I could hear and feel the wheels beginning to turn. I tried using the medallion immediately, no tingle. I figured that there must be a certain timespan that was needed before it could be used again. I'd used it last morning, then Isaac had used it on the evening and then again this morning, so about twelve hours or so was needed for it to recover, meaning I'd be stuck like a female until sometime this evening. I pondered why it hadn't worked on me the evening before but then had worked when Isaac had used it just a minute later. Riding inside the wagon brought me back to when I first made this journey with father two years earlier, he had me sit inside the wagon half of the time and the other half saw me sitting next to him, enjoying the landscape. We had since that journey sold our own wagon, it was too old to make longer journeys. Since we were good friends with our neighbors and my brothers had been infatuated with Isaac's sisters, we'd almost become like a large family. If only Isaac married Kitty, then we'd have a strengthened relation yet again. But as I said earlier, Kitty was too much of a free spirit to ever want to settle down with a runt of kids and having a husband. Since Isaac and I were soon 17 years of age, it was time for us to start finding someone as well. I didn't want to think about that now, not as long as I looked like this. If I was stuck in this form then my folks would probably say "Perfect!" and marry me to Isaac instead... Horrid thought! I lied on the seat, drifting in and out of sleep as the wagon made its way forward. I could feel the nausea fading as the day progressed. After some hours the wagon came to a halt, probably because it was around lunchtime now. I heard Isaac get down and walk around the wagon. He opened the door and saw me still lying in the same position he'd left me in, obviously still female too. He asked, "How is it?" I answered, "I've certainly had better moments in life." "So no luck with the medallion yet?" he asked. "Isn't that obvious?" I suggested, motioning my hands at my body. He said, "Sorry... I was just trying to be polite." Poor guy, I shouldn't take my anger out on him. "I'm sorry too," I said and smiled. That seemed to put him in a somewhat better mood. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "Not really, but I should try getting something in me anyway," I replied, realizing that I had not eaten since breakfast the day before. He wondered, "Do you feel like you can get out or do you want to rest some more? I'll cook the food either way" "It wouldn't hurt getting some fresh air," I said and started sitting up. I stood up and stepped out of the wagon, this time taking Isaac's offered hand since I did not trust my current body to be completely stable. I still had all the blankets around me as I walked over to what appeared to have been a recently used resting place, sitting down on a snow free spot on the ground. Isaac soon joined me. "Hopefully we'll have a better lunch today than yesterday," he said and started a fire, using some of the firewood we had brought with us. "So how was it?" he asked while looking at the fire, away from me. I asked, "You mean the act?" "Yes. If you don't feel like telling me, I understand that," he answered. "I kept my eyes shut the entire time, so I didn't see anything. The first time he entered me I started bleeding, he called it "taking my virginity," and after that he just kept pushing into me. It hurt a lot and I was scared to death...," I started crying, "He pointed his gun to my head the entire time and told me to be quiet or otherwise he'd shoot. It was the worst thing I've ever experienced! I could feel him come in me several times as well!" I ended and could now feel the tears running on my cheeks. Isaac spoke, "I am so sorry that I couldn't protect you, Danny. I was just too scared of him killing either of us that I saw the only way for both of us to survive this was to let him have his way with you. You must think that I'm a coward for not doing anything," he said as he turned around to look at me. "It wasn't your fault, it was the medallion's fault. Had I not been a woman at that moment, he might have shot both of us or stolen all our things. At least we still have the wagon and our lives intact," I answered. Isaac said, "You're really something else, aren't you?" and laughed to himself. "If I'd undergone what you have since yesterday, I don't think I'd be able to live with myself and the knowledge of what had happened," he stated, regretting saying so immediately, "I'm sorry." I answered, "I have no idea how I can still be so composed considering what's just happened. That man stole my entire dignity as a man and reduced me to something less than breeding stock. I think that I might just be too much in denial of something like this even being able to happen. Magical medallions? It sounds like something taken out of a fairytale and not something that could possibly happen in real life," I replied, pausing to let my tears clear and my voice to recover. "What are we going to tell my parents?" I asked, "They will want to know what caused our delay." "Can't we just blame it on the snow? We'll just tell them that there was too much snow, which made it impossible for us to leave town," he said as he started cooking our simple meal. I inquired, "And if I'm still like this when we return? How do we explain that?" "Don't say things like that! You'll be a man by dinnertime today, you'll see!" he said, trying to be cheerful. I continued, "IF that does not happen and I'm trapped in this form?" "Then we'll just prove that you are who you claim to be by having me use the medallion and alter my form to show them," he suggested, "But don't think like that, for both our sakes." We kept a dialogue going while we ate but didn't talk more about the current issue we were facing. Instead we talked about our experiences from having visited a town as big as the one we'd just been in. Isaac wondered, "How many people are there in that town?" "I think father said something about 25 000 souls living in that town," I answered, remembering me having asked father this very question a couple of years prior. He replied, "That is a lot of people! Especially if we compare it to where we come from." I understood his point. Our church had the capacity for 500 people but not even at Christmas were there more than a couple hundred attendants, which was about the same amount of inhabitants in our entire community. After we ate, I joined Isaac in front, not caring what people might think of seeing a woman doing the driving. Isaac did ask me to take it easy, I begged him to let me do something that only men did. He agreed and we had, despite my situation, a decent afternoon and made decent progress on our way back. I did notice that I was much weaker in body now, which made it harder controlling the horses. Towards the end of the day Isaac noticed me tiring and assumed command once again. I said, "I guess that this is the moment of truth," as I stood outside the wagon that had been stopped for tonight, holding the medallion in one hand and a pair of my pants in the other. Isaac stood opposite to me and observed. I held the medallion and the pants to my body and prayed to god that this would work. It didn't. "Seems like I'm stuck like this," I told him as I angrily threw the pants on the ground and stormed off, wanting to be alone for a minute. I could hear Isaac follow me. "Stop where you are! I need to be alone for now!" I yelled at him, while increasing my pace. I stood by the river and stared into it. 'I wonder how cold it would be if I jumped in?' I thought, angry about the downturn my life had taken since stepping into that suspicious shop. Isaac had left me alone and I'd been standing in the same place for at least 20 minutes, thinking about everything. If I was now a woman for life then they would expect different things from me. I wasn't book smart like my sister Kitty and would have to settle and have a family. That included taking a husband and having his children for him. I felt my entire body shiver from remembering what that man had done to me and thinking that I would now be expected to willingly assume such a position for another man. I could hear Isaac approach me again, at least I hoped it was Isaac. He said, "Dinner is ready, if you want to eat," and started heading back as soon as he'd delivered his message. "Isaac, wait!" I told him as I was awoken from my reverie of the life I'd now be forced into. I ran up to him and walked by his side, neither of us saying anything, until we returned to the fire. Isaac put food on both our plates and we sat down next to each other, covering ourselves with my ever-present blankets. I wanted to discuss the future with him, hoping that he would agree to my proposition, but I put it on a hold as he started talking about something else. The food was nice, even though it was just some boiled meat and cornbread. I felt myself becoming full from what little I ate and gave the remaining food on my plate to Isaac. After he'd too finished eating I decided that if I was ever going to ask this favor of him, then it had to be done at this very moment. I took a deep breath before saying, "Isaac, if I'm stuck like this for life, then my entire life has been turned upside down. People will look strangely at an unmarried woman and I was wondering if you, out of convenience, would mind being my husband?" There, I said it. He looked over at me, "You want me to marry you?" he asked. I replied, "How else am I supposed to lead a normal life?" "You give up far too quickly, just so you know. You've been a woman for less than two days and you already think that you are stuck like this for life. I say that we wait this out and then it'll surely go away soon," he replied, as usual being more levelheaded than I ever was. I asked, "Could you just entertain the possibility? If I for whatever reason really am stuck? I wouldn't want to marry some unknown man and be expected to have his babies, so that is why you would make a great candidate." "You want to have my babies?" he questioned. "No! I would prefer not having anyone's babies! It's just that you and I are such great friends and I know that you would look after me and I would have you to talk to all the time. Please?" I urged him. He looked at me again, taking a really long look at my face, which I'd not seen clearly myself yet. "If you're really stuck like that, then alright, I'll do it. But you will see that this thinking of yours is all unnecessary, you will become yourself again soon," he said. The rest of the journey we didn't speak of it at all, instead we tried acting like we were just doing business as usual. I sat with him as he drove the entire way, wearing the dress and several blankets to protect me from freezing. I tried using the medallion frequently but nothing happened to me. I could tell that the usually optimistic Isaac was losing his optimism too as time went on. We tried acting like we did as usual, shared duties and spoke about our usual topics. Every now and then I would notice him looking at me and quickly turn his head away when I saw it. The poor boy must have had a tough time, seeing his friend turn into a woman, who then asks him to marry her. Things like that would drive anyone insane. Finally we were back and driving on roads I could remember having travelled on several times in my life. We were getting closer and closer to home and I could feel nervousness fill my entire body. Isaac had to be the stronger one at this moment, by that I meant not physically stronger because that he certainly was, even though up until last week I'd been the stronger of us. What I meant was that he calmed me down and told me that he would prove to them that the medallion was real, which meant that my folks would believe that I was who I claimed to be. When we pulled up on the road that led directly to my farm, I started crying in fear. It wasn't a long cry though, but I was certainly scared beyond my wildest imagination. The snow hadn't fallen as thick here yet as it had back in the town. I had hidden myself inside the wagon as we drew closer, wanting Isaac to greet them before I presented my altered self to them. The wagon stopped. I could hear Isaac jump off the seat and I could hear him walk several steps but not all the way up to the door. Then I heard voices, recognizing father's distinguished deep voice and Kitty's still childish voice. I couldn't discern what they were saying but hopefully they were just talking about the trip in general. At this very moment I would not have minded if the world ceased to exist, that would probably be better than meeting my family while looking like this! But as you already know (since you are reading my story) the world did not come to an end. I could hear the footsteps approach the wagon. "Did you get everything on the list?" I heard father ask. "Yes, it's all inside," Isaac answered and I heard the door open. I steeled myself, I could do this. This was my family and I'd seen them for almost 17 years, they would look the same and only I would look different. I could do this! The door opened and I saw the always eager Kitty storm inside first, stopping as soon as she saw me. She looked around the wagon closely before calling to the men standing outside. Kitty called, "Danny's not in here!" before looking at me again. "What do you mean 'not in here'?" I heard father's voice say as he too entered the wagon. He too stopped in his tracks when he saw me. My father demanded, "Isaac. Where's Danny? Who's this woman?" I could hear that he was worried from the sound of his voice. Father was a good man, the best father I could ever have hoped for. Isaac replied, "If you two step outside again, I'll tell you everything." I followed the two out and this time it was my father offering me his hand. "Ma'am," he said as I reluctantly took it. Isaac started, "I want to have all of us gathered when I say this, so I'll just head home and fetch father..." "No need, son," I heard as Isaac's father, Henry Adams, came out of my house. They hugged a brief, manly hug and patted each other's shoulder. Isaac said, "Since everyone is gathered now, we can go inside and I'll tell you everything." He led the way and the four of us followed him. Isaac's father held up the door for me, "After you, miss," he said as he let me and my sister pass through. We all placed ourselves around the dining table. Mother, who had apparently taken ill while we were away, came into the kitchen from her and father's bedroom. We all sat down, Isaac sat next to me and looked nervous. He'd been good at masquerading it earlier but now, when it really mattered, he could feel the pressure on him. Isaac said, "You were wondering where your son, Danny, has gone, am I correct?" Father nodded. Isaac continued, "What would you say if Danny is currently in this room, seated right next to me?" My father said, "Are you saying that this girl is my son? Last time I checked, Danny was as tall as you and a bit heavier as well. This girl is a foot shorter than you and probably weighs half your weight." "If all you wanted to do was joke around like this then you're wasting my time," father said and stood up again. I said, "Wait! Isaac is telling the truth and I really am Daniel. I was transformed by some wicked magic medallion and now I'm stuck in this form for god knows how long." Father snorted, "Yeah, right." I said, "Isaac, show them." "May I have a shirt that belongs to Danny, I'll just need it for a second?" he asked. Kitty quickly ran to my drawer and retrieved a shirt that was mine. Isaac took out the medallion and held it to the shirt. Isaac informed, "I am now going to turn into a copy of Danny. This will take around fifteen minutes." The others were sitting completely still and just stared in disbelief over what was going on. Isaac's body slowly began to mold into a different shape. His arms grew a little wider, losing some of their strong hair growth, his hair changed color from his brownish hair and to the more golden tone that mine had. His face changed as well, his eyes became blue, instead of their previously green tone, his nose shrank a little and his eyebrows lowered slightly. His teeth assumed a little lighter tone and his beard receded until it was only a boyish fuzz. After about 15 minutes I was sitting next to the form I'd worn up until recently. Isaac said, "This is all thanks to this medallion," and held the medallion up for everyone to see. "Be careful not to touch it, its powers are still mostly unknown to us and we wouldn't want you to go through what Danny has," he said and put the medallion back in his pocket. My mother spoke, "Are you really Danny?" she asked and looked at me. I replied, "Yes mother, I am Danny." "But how?" she asked. I said, "When we were in town and had finished our purchases, we had some money left over. We therefore decided to buy something for you, Kitty and Narcissa. We bought a hat for you, mother, it's still inside its package in the wagon. We bought this dress for you, Kitty," and gestured at what I was currently wearing. "And for Narcissa we bought this medallion," Isaac said and briefly held up the medallion again. I continued, "We didn't know about its powers when we bought it, so we didn't take any precautions with it when we made our way back. Some days ago I accidentally touched the medallion to the dress when I was folding my clothes and I assumed this form while sitting on the coach with Isaac. At first he thought I was a lunatic, who'd stolen Danny's clothes but I managed to convince him of my identity." I paused again, knowing that I would have to tell them about the evil man who'd raped me. Isaac began, "That day as we paused for lunch, we were approached by a very evil man. He took our entire lunch and then he threatened to kill us if Danny did not accompany him inside his wagon." My mother, already suspecting what had happened, asked, "What did the man do to you inside his wagon, Danny?" she said and looked very worried. "He... raped me," I said and saw all participants at the table gasp at the same time. "Oh, my poor child!" mother was quick to say as she rushed from where she was sitting and hugged me hard. I said with my soft, singing voice, "I'm fine now, I promise." Kitty hugged me as well, making the three of us a small bundle of crying women as the men just looked at each other, not knowing what to say or do. Father spoke, "Isaac, if Danny is stuck like that, why turn yourself into him? Now you're stuck as him as well!" he asked. "No, you can turn back into yourself after spending twelve hours in your altered form. I'll be able to become myself again by tomorrow morning," he replied. Father asked, "Then why can't you also turn yourself back into a boy, Danny?" "We have tried, father, but for some reason the medallion no longer works on me," I assured him. My father wondered, "How come?" "Because she's probably pregnant," mother said. I gasped, "What?!" "How can I be pregnant?!" I said. "You told us that this man forced himself in you, did he come?" mother asked. I replied, "Yes." My mother suggested, "The medallion can probably not take a life, so that means that you are trapped in that form until you've given birth." I started crying again. Arrangements had to be made for how to best deal with the situation. Father thought it would be the best if he sent me away to some other state and had me marry a man there. I begged him not to send me away and he relented. "You can't just be an unwedded mother, that won't do!" mother said. I said, "Isaac and I have already talked about this. We've already agreed to marry in order for me to be safe from other men such as that rapist." My mother continued bombarding me with questions, "And after you've given birth, what will happen then? Will you just go back to being a man again? What about the baby, it needs a mother?!" I got irritated, "I don't know!" I yelled at her, which made the entire room go completely quiet. "I don't know," I said again, this time much quieter. Isaac looked confused, father and Henry looked angry (not at me), mother looked sad and Kitty looked scared. Father turned to Isaac, "Is it true that you've spoken with each other about this arrangement?" he asked him. Isaac replied, "Yes, we have." "Then it's settled. Don't you agree, Henry?" my father asked Isaac's father. Henry Adams said, "Yes, I do agree, Wilbur. In that way nobody has to go away and we'll be able to monitor everything that happens. But I don't think I like the idea of leaving a child without a mother, not at all. As I see it, we have two options. The first option is that you remain a woman for life, Danny. The second is that the two of you have that child and once it's weaned from your breast, you use the medallion to turn yourself back into a man and raise your child as if its mother has left you widowed." I couldn't come up with any better ideas. I would just have to stay as I was until I had raised my child to be old enough to eat real food. I asked, "Mother, how long do children need to be breastfed?" She replied, "Usually at least a year after they've been born." "Then I'm stuck like this for the next two years?!" I said. "Seems so, brother," Kitty said and joined the discussion. Kitty said, "Mother, if Danny's going to be a girl we can't call him 'Danny', can we? That's a boy's name and it would make people suspicious if we called him such in church for example." My mother looked at Kitty and nodded, "You're right. Danny, you have to think up a new name for yourself," mother urged. I suggested, "Can't you just call me Danielle? That would still make 'Danny' work, only it would be 'Dannie' instead." "It's your name, so you decide," father said. I replied, "Alright, then for the next two years my name will be Danielle." "You'll have to learn how to help care for our home then as well," mother said. "You won't be able to work out on the fields with the men as you are now." "If you say so, mother," I replied, happy and disappointed over what had just happened. I was happy that I probably would be able to turn back to normal again, but unhappy about the journey that I would have to undertake to get there. But what choice did I have? Chapter 3 More than a month passed and I prayed that I would have what mother called "a bleeding cycle", but that did not happen. As it was now confirmed that I was expecting, we started preparing the upcoming marriage of me and Isaac. So far we'd managed to pretend that everything was alright, but as time progressed and we got more secure that I was expecting, our relationship started changing. I could notice myself making a journey in mind too. It came slowly and most of the time I wasn't even aware of what was going on inside my head. Subtly I started acclimatizing to thinking of myself as female rather than male. I first noticed it when my voice started assuming the same voice pattern as my mother and Kitty had. I was more aware of my emotions and felt that I now had an enormous palette of feelings to choose from. Feelings I'd never thought existed before now became second nature to me. I found myself more interested in other people as well and became sociable, something I'd have problems with when I was male. At first it felt confusing for me to stay inside while the men went outside to work, but as time passed, I got used to it. There was so much to do around home that I never had a dull moment. The first few weeks were full of training since my mother had me learn all domestic practices. "Just to be safe," she said. I felt closer to her than I ever had and we now shared a connection that only women could share, one Kitty might never share if she pursued education. Women were still extremely rare in education but the world was slowly changing to a more equal place, who'd know where we'd be by the turn of the 19th century? A date for Isaac's and my wedding had already been set, we were to be married on my 17th birthday. Father and Henry had taken me and Isaac to the local parish priest, the same man I'd seen preaching every Sunday for my entire life. Luckily the man was nowadays not as sharp as he'd once been and we convinced him that he'd entered me inaccurately in the records when I was baptized and that I was actually female from the beginning. He appeared to believe our story, especially given my appearance, and told us that he would announce our betrothal in the banns next Sunday, which was the week before Christmas. Since I couldn't walk around in the same dress forever, it quickly got dirty, I borrowed mother's dresses. I was slightly shorter than her and noticeably thinner as well, so the old dresses were rather baggy on me. She told me that she would sew me more fitting dresses that I could wear after I had given birth, until then it was no point since I would soon start expanding in my waist and breasts. Mother warned me that I would soon begin experiencing sickness in the morning and that it would usually pass by midday. When I first experienced this I swore that if I ever saw the man who'd put me in this position again, I would rip his eyes out. I didn't see much of Isaac at all during the time before our wedding. I had a new role to settle into and he had to continue work on his farm. His father wasn't getting any younger and considering that Narcissa still was around, there wasn't much time over to come over and "court," me. Kitty once expressed it as "This must be the least romantic relationship in the history of mankind." I didn't mind our relationship being purely as friends, I was still new to this "woman," business and prayed at night that I wouldn't come to fancy men. I could tell that Isaac liked what he saw and he would give my bosom long, generous glances from time to time. I noticed his body being different than mine and admitted that there were certain qualities I enjoyed, not that I would ever admit it to anyone but myself! Our wedding was as unromantic as one would expect. We were dressed in everyday clothes, spoke our wows and that was it. After Isaac and I got home, my home, since our house was larger, our fathers tried getting a celebration started. They succeeded partially and the mood was pleasant the entire evening. "You know,," father said and pointed at Isaac with his large index finger, "I always thought you'd be my son-in-law but I always thought you'd marry Kitty and not Dannie!" he said and laughed to himself. Father was obviously disappointed that his only surviving son was now his daughter. He tried treating me as he always had but the rough speech that the two of us had once shared was now replaced by a more careful tone. He'd barked at me for dropping a wooden bowl on the floor one day. The former Danny would have apologized and that had been that, but the new Dannie had started crying and had to excuse herself from the dinner table. After that incident, father had started treating me just like he had with Kitty, he was compassionate in his speech, yet distant. He'd never understood women perfectly and always been a bit clumsy while talking with people, apparently that clumsiness now found itself between him and his former son. We lived in different worlds now, something that was saddening both of us. My wedding night was spent lying in the same bed as Isaac. Henry had built one for the two of us, not that he was expecting any sexual intercourse between us. Just like our marriage, this had been out of convenience. If people ever visited and noticed that I and Isaac weren't sharing bed, rumors would spread. Isaac and I talked about everything at night, our thoughts, feelings, expectations, fears, more thoughts and opinions. We got to learn about each other in a way that few people ever came to learn. We could spend hours discussing various topics, sometimes the topics were simple like what we expected from next year's harvest but other times we would discuss our entire existence and whether there really was something else coming after our earthly lives ended. That was how things trailed along until March. I was now sporting a little expanded belly and my morning sickness was over. Mother had told me to start being careful so I didn't hurt the child growing inside of me. Winter was approaching its end and spring was slowly returning. I had mostly been confined inside the house since I'd returned from the life-changing trip with Isaac and I could now, once again, enjoy fresh air. Mother had been busy teaching me how to cook and I would now cook most meals for my "husband," and the rest of the family. Father greatly complimented my cooking, which made me very proud. Cooking as a man had been easy, you would just boil some eggs and fry some meat or fish and that was it. Cooking as a woman was vastly different, now I could experiment with flavors and make compounds that I'd never been able to, or had the time to do. I enjoyed this particular art, it was like a reward for all the boring cleaning, washing and sewing that I did the rest of the day. Mother had nothing against me assuming this former role of hers, it gave her more time to do what she liked. She had never learned how to read and had therefore pushed for me and my siblings to have such knowledge. The only one which it would ever prove useful to was Kitty, who was still regularly going to school even though she was now almost 15. One night in early March I was lying in bed talking to Isaac when I suddenly felt something move inside me. The first time I simply thought it was gas passing through my intestines, so I didn't stop my conversation with him. We continued discussing the topic at hand, which was women's rights. I was a firm believer of equality, which Isaac too was, but that didn't stop us from discussing it. "...I'm just saying that men and women are different by nature and that they are good at different things, you should know, considering that you've been both," he said. I answered, "I know. Men and women are different