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Al's adventures in Girlyland
Every choice we make has consequences.
In my case, a choice of doors had the consequence of a totally new life.
My name is ... was ... Alan Berkoff, and believe it or not, I was nobody
special.
A weak boy, who preferred to escape into books.
Then, one day, I took a walk into a grove of woods not far from my home.
I like the woods, because it is in a valley so when you get inside, you
can feel like you're a long way from anybody else.
Then things got really strange ...
I had found a quiet spot to relax and read, and then suddenly out of
nowhere came this girl. She was wearing this very old style maid's
uniform, but that wasn't the strangest part.
She had rabbit ears.
No, I don't mean like some fake things like Playboy bunnies. I mean she
had what looked like honest-to-goodness rabbit ears.
She didn't seem to notice me, but went by muttering about being late, and
soon was out of sight.
Dont ask me why, but I just had to follow her.
I went in the direction she had gone, and then saw the second strangest
sight of the day.
A pair of wooden doorframes with doors.
One door had the word "Male" on it, the other had the word "Female" on
it.
To this day I have no idea why I chose the door marked "Female". Maybe
just curiosity, maybe because I tried being male my whole life and didn't
feel like I fit.
I opened the door, and inside I saw a hallway instead of the woods I
expected.
I felt drawn in ...
It seemed like a beautiful house. Rich carpet, beautiful paintings on the
walls, everything just perfect.
Then the woman I had been following came out of a room, and asked, "What
are you doing here?"
"I ... just came in the door."
"But that's not ... " Then the woman paused, and did something really
weird.
She sniffed me.
"Oh my ..." she exclaimed, and then said, "Oh, you poor dear. Come in,
get comfortable. I'll get you something to drink."
I sat down in a chair, and a few moments later the woman returned with a
beautiful crystal glass that had something etched onto it.
I drank the sweet liquid, and suddenly felt very sleepy.
Just before I passed out I finally made out what had been on the glass.
It said "Drink me."
*****
Sometime later, I woke up, and almost immediately realized something was
different.
I was a girl.
"What happened to me!"
The woman said, "Sorry, but I had to do that."
"Why?"
"It's like this. When the prince of our land was born, there was a
prophecy about the woman he would marry. She was to come from another
world - your world. To bring the prophecy about, the king had this castle
created. It was sealed in such a way that only the woman he was to marry
could enter. And you did."
"But I wasn't a woman!"
"If you hadn't been, you wouldn't have been able to enter this place."
I tried to digest that idea. Was that possible?
"Think about it. Why would you pick the female door?" she added.
I shook my head, trying to think. Why HAD I picked the female door? Why
did I feel like a weight had been taken off me?
I sighed, and said, "Okay, let's for the moment say I believe you, and I
had a feminine side. That's not the same as being willing to marry some
dude I've never even met."
"Well, come meet him, and at least see what you think of him."
"Fine. No promises though."
"Okay, let's go."
She took my hand, and we left the house by a door I hadn't noticed
before, and I saw a beautiful countryside that seemed to go on forever.
Then the girl whistled, and a large truck came around the corner of the
house.
In large letters on the front the truck said "Caterpillar transport."
The girl opened the door, and I could see in the driver seat a middle-
aged guy with what looked like cat ears and the biggest grin I've ever
seen.
"Hop on in!" he said, cheerfully, and the girl helped me get into the
truck.
"Hey, Ches," my companion said, "I thought Hat was supposed to do this
run?"
"He's gone on strike for a longer tea break, White" The man said.
"Oh brother." The woman said. "Him and Door are gonna get themselves
fired one day."
The truck drove on, but soon we had to slow down as there was a crowd of
people crossing the road headed towards what looked like an outdoor
stage.
"Oh crap," the man said. "I forgot Red was doing another concert today."
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Red was the first person from our world to go to yours. She landed in
the middle of a concert, and became so obsessed about the band that she
changed her last name to the same name as the band, and keeps having
concerts where she plays their music." The woman replied.
I was about to ask which band when music coming from the stage answered
the question for me. I heard the distinctive sound of Freddy Mercury
singing 'We are the champions.'
"Well, at least she has good taste," I said.
The woman shook her head, but the driver grinned at me and then gunned
the truck to get through the bottleneck.
Eventually, we made our way to a castle.
"White" and I got out, and the driver gave me one last grin and suddenly
he (and the Cat) were gone.
"Where did he go?" I asked.
White shrugged, and said, "He does that sometimes. Come on."
White led me into the castle, and eventually into the throne room.
The king was an older man, but still very handsome.
"Wait ... did I just notice a guy was handsome?" I thought to myself.
He looked us over, and said to my companion, "White, is this the girl who
came into the house?"
"Yes, your majesty."
He looked at me like he was able to look right into my soul.
"Young lady, would you like to take a rest? Or having something to eat?"
"Actually ... both would be nice."
"White, please show our guest to some accommodations."
My companion bowed, and escorted me out of the throne room.
White took me upstairs, into a room that was very beautiful, and very,
very feminine.
It had a large bed with a canopy over it, an ornate dresser with a
matching vanity beside it, a small table with a beautiful flower
arrangement on it and a chair next to it, and a walk-in closet that had
more dresses and shoes than you could shake a stick at.
A short while later, two young girls entered the room carrying food which
they set at the small table. There was some bread that smelled like it
had just come out of the oven, some soup, and a pitcher of some kind of
juice. Like the juice, I couldn't place what was in the soup, and even
the bread had some kind of spice in it, but all of it tasted better than
anything I had eaten back home.
After I was finished, the two girls told me that the prince wasn't
expected back for a couple of hours. They suggested I get some rest, and
I really liked that idea.
The two of them helped get undressed and then into a beautiful nightgown,
and then they literally tucked me into the bed.
I fell asleep in moments ....
I felt myself being shook, and I woke up to see the two girls smiling at
me.
"The prince will be here soon. We have just enough time to help you get
ready."
My sleep had helped me fix my attitude about what was happening to me.
Maybe this was some kind of madness, but I wanted to see it through, and
find out where this adventure went.
The twins got me ready in record time, considering how complicated the
clothes were, and soon I was being led to an atrium.
The prince was in the room, and he wasn't quite what I expected.
The best word I can use to describe him would be ... "pretty."
He was slender, with long legs and arms that many women would have been
jealous of. And his face also had an androgynous, almost elvish look to
it, enough so I could easily picture him as able to switch back and forth
from male to female at will.
Despite this, or maybe because of it, I found him ... very interesting,
if you know what I mean.
Some awkward formal introductions later, the twins stepped away to allow
the prince to talk to me alone for a while.
And the more we talked, the more I realized I liked him as well as found
him attractive.
He had a musical voice, neither totally male nor totally female but some
kind of blend of both, he was smart, funny, and when he complimented me,
I believed he meant it.
As "first dates" go, I guess it was pretty good. Not your usual thing,
but considering all the crazy stuff that's happened to me since I picked
the female door, it could have been worse.
We parted, and I went back to my new quarters to think about stuff.
The next couple of days were pretty similar. I'd get up, have breakfast,
spend time with the prince, and eventually we'd part and I would have the
rest of the day to myself.
Finally, I realized I liked (and maybe was falling in love with) the
prince, but before I could take things further, I would have to tell him
about my past as a boy.
For our next "date" the prince took me to this large park/garden that was
next to the castle. It was beautiful, but it had some strange 'artwork" -
giant sized versions of children's toys and games. The one I liked the
best was a set of giant sized croquet hoops - so large the prince and I
could walk under the hoop together and not even have to duck.
He had brought a picnic lunch, so as we ate, I told him of my life before
I came through the female door, and how White had turned me into a girl.
Once I was done, he asked me, "And how do you feel about being a girl?"
"Actually, I ... like it. I think it ... suits me."
He smiled, and said, "then that's all that matters. The past is the
past."
He got a big kiss for that.
The next day, he met me at my room, and he looked serious.
"I ... am falling for you, I hope you know that." He said.
"Well, then, the feeling is getting mutual." I said, smiling.
"But just as you shared your past with me, I have something I need to
share with you, before you decide if we can be together in a more
permanent way. "
Then he took my hand, and led me to his chambers.
They weren't much different from mine, except the bed was plainer, and
instead of a vanity he had a small writing desk and beside that a large
bookcase full of books.
He went up to the bookcase, and pulled on one of the books. I couldn't
see the title, but I did notice that the last name of the author was
'Carol' - whoever that was.
There was a click, and the bookcase swung out, and behind it was a small
room loaded with dresses, skirts, and all manner of feminine clothes.
He began to speak in a low voice, and told me that after his mother died,
he found comfort in her clothes, and soon found that he needed to
crossdress every so often, or it would feel like a part of him wasn't
being served.
"Do you want to be a woman?" I asked.
"No. I like being a guy. It's just ... I like the clothes. I like how
they feel, and how I feel when I wear them."
"Well, that makes two of us. I have found I like them too."
"You ... don't think it's too weird?"
"After all the other things I've seen in this kingdom? No way. Besides,
when you care for someone, seeing them happy makes you happy too. So if
dresses make you happy, I am sure I wont mind all that much."
In fact, as I thought about it, the idea of him dressing up not only
wasn't weird, I found it ... appealing. Very, very appealing ...
He sighed, and said, "Thank you. Do you think we're ready to tell my
father we'd like to be a couple?"
"Absolutely. And if I am not the only one in a wedding dress on my
wedding day, I ... think I wouldn't mind at all."
He kissed me, and then we went to the king hand in hand, to tell him the
prince had found a princess.
And that my children, is how I met your father, and why he sometimes
looks like a girl.
Now, enough storytime, it's bedtime!
End.
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