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CHAPTER FIVE
So far: Camping can be dangerous, as Mark learns when he is accosted by
a strange, creepy man in the camp washrooms. River is minutes away,
running faster than she ever has in her life. She doesn't know what is
wrong, but the river has told her that Mark is in danger. She needed to
get to the camp, find out where Mark is, and then get to the washrooms
before the young boy is scarred for life. There isn't enough time.
(Warning, this episode deals with pedophilia, and if this may be a
trigger issue for you ... you have been warned.)
Henri Lawson had left Hull, Quebec, in a hurry, heading west. He had
hitch-hiked when he could, taken the bus when he needed to, and camped
out in a small pup tent each night he wasn't travelling. It was a small
tent, big enough for him ... and a small person, if he could find one.
His sleeping bag was also big enough to share with someone small.
Someone who would love him. Someone he could love.
Henri was attracted to young boys. He knew that most people were
repulsed by the idea, and their hatred bothered him. But he couldn't
stop, any more than a normal man could stop being attracted to women. It
was a natural thing ... to him ... and besides, the boys wanted it. At
least that is what he told himself. How could they not want to share the
love he felt for them? Except so far his luck had been bad, and the boys
turned out wrong, somehow. They didn't return his love, and tried to run
away, and sent the police after him.
In Hull he had gone to church, and sat waiting for a priest to hear his
confession. He told the priest all. It had been a priest who had first
introduced him to man-boy love, over 20 years ago, fondling his tiny
penis under his altar boy robes. He had loved that old man, who later
was suddenly transferred to somewhere in northern Quebec when Henri was
about 11. Now Henri asked forgiveness of the young priest in the
confession booth. Forgiveness for whatever it was that had made the boys
turn out wrong so far. It must be the boys who had been wrong, it
couldn't be him. God had made him this way ... how could God do wrong?
The priest didn't absolve his sins, but told him to wait while he went
to the washroom for a minute. Five minutes later Henri slipped out of
the confessional, and then out of the church itself. He was a block away
when he saw the police cars pull up, lights flashing, in front of the
church. He watched the officers, three men and a woman, run up the many
steps to the church entrance. Henri ducked around a corner. The police
had come for him, he realized. The priest had violated the sanctity of
the confessional, and had called the police on him. How could such a bad
person become a priest?
That was when Henri left town. It had taken him three days to get to St.
Mary's. Hitchhiked to North Bay, then a bus overnight to Sudbury, and
then he found a trucker headed all the way to Vancouver, a city he hoped
would be more conducive to his lifestyle than conservative Quebec had
been. But the driver had kicked him out in St. Mary's when he stopped
for gas at the reserve gas bar. He said that Henri "creeped him out."
Henri didn't mind. He could find another way west.
It was early evening, so Henri paid the $15 for a no-services campsite
in the nearby park. He had only intended to stay for the night, but that
evening he had seen a family come in and camp close to his site. There
were three boys in the family, with a mother and father. Three
completely delectable boys. The oldest was a young teen, and normally
would have attracted Henri's eye instantly. But he was a blonde, with
somewhat girlish features, which was a turn-off to Henri. But the other
two ... they were about 10, and so beautiful. Completely boyish, thin
and wiry, roughhousing with each other as they ran about wildly
exploring the campsite while the other three set up the camp. They were
clearly not related, and the same age.
Henri hid in his tent when they tore past his site in their exploration,
revelling in the sound of their high, boyish voices, giggling and
laughing. Henri instantly decided to stay longer in the campsite, at
least until the rangers kicked him out for overstaying. He started to
fantasize about not one, but two young boys frolicking with him in his
sleeping bag. Henri crawled into the bag, but not to sleep.
Now it was early morning, several days later. He had seen the boys many
times over the past few days, but always together. He wanted them both,
but figured it would be easier to approach them one at a time. This
morning he thought he had missed his chance, when he saw one of the boys
walking back from the washroom with a big dog. He cursed himself for
being a few minutes too late. Then he saw the other boy approaching,
with a bigger dog. Henri hid behind a tree just outside the washroom
until the boy had passed. The boy went in, and the dog sniffed once at
the door, and then walked around the washroom building. Henri slipped in
behind the boy.
He watched as the boy peed, his beautiful little penis in full view as
he used the open urinals. Henri felt emboldened. The boy looked at him,
and then coyly turned and zipped up.
"Are you all alone?" Henri asked softly.
"N ... no," the boy said. "My Dad ... no, my Mom is just coming."
He was teasing him, Henri decided. "Well your Mom can't come in here ...
even if she was close." He walked up to Mark and put a hand softly on
his shoulder, revelling in the thinness, the weakness, of the young boy.
"Want to have some fun?"
The boy pulled back, playing hard to get, and Henri made another grab
for him, stopping only when he heard a growl at the door to the
building. Looking up, he saw the big dog ... no, he realized, that was a
wolf. And it was showing all of its teeth in a menacing way.
A wolf?! How does a wolf appear in the middle of a campsite? Henri felt
a warmth spread through his groin. Damn. He had always heard that you
should never show fear in front of a wild animal, and yet he had pissed
his pants.
Then, to his surprise, the boy ran to the wolf and wrapped its arms
around the animal's neck. He does want me, Henri thought. He is holding
the wolf off. If we can get away, then we will be lovers forever.
Just then a girl dashed into the doorway behind the wolf. Another person
to save him. But the girl was angry. She looked a bit like the blonde
boy Henri had seen that first night, but this was definitely a girl,
with breasts and a long braid down her back. Not appealing to Henri at
all.
"What are you doing?" she shouted, out of breath as if she had been
running. She turned to the boy. "Did he touch you?"
The little angel nodded yes.
"We were just going to have some fun," Henri said, hoping the girl could
understand and take that wolf away. It continued to growl at him
menacingly. "He likes me."
"No I don't," the boy said vehemently. "He was staring at me pee. Then
he grabbed my shoulder. He was going to grab again, until Night came
in."
The girl's face showed recognition about what Henri had planned, and
then darkened. "I should let Night rip you apart," she said
disgustingly.
Henri slumped to the floor, sitting in the puddle of his own urine, as
another person burst into the room. He was in a uniform, and Henri
thought he was with the police for a second, then noticed that it was a
brown uniform. He stared as the girl explained to the man what had
happened. His face darkened even more than hers had. And the wolf still
growled at him, with saliva now dripping from its fangs.
"Come on," the man said. "We have a little lockup at the office, and
we'll call the police from there."
"No, wait," the girl said. "He is sick."
"Yes sick," the man said. "They will cure him of it at the
penitentiary."
"No. I want the river to try first. If it can't cure him, then we can
call in the police."
The man was a native, Henri realized. He looked apprehensive, but the
girl seemed to have some power over him. "Okay," he said reluctantly.
"You can try. But he is not of the people. The river may not want to
cure him."
The Indian grabbed Henri's arm and roughly hauled him to his feet. They
were about the same height, but the man was nearly twice Henri's weight,
and much younger. He winced at the smell of Henri, and muttered: "At
least the river can clean him up a bit."
Henri was walked out of the washroom with the big man holding one arm,
and the wolf walking along the other side, ready to pounce if Henri
could break free. Not that Henri tried. The man's hand was like a vice.
The girl and the pretty little boy walked a bit behind.
At the boy's campsite they met the other boy, and the smaller wolf, for
Henri now recognized it as a nearly grown wolf, not a big dog. The two
boys were told to stay at the camp with the smaller wolf, and after the
girl had given the boy a hug and a kiss, the man, the girl, and the wolf
walked Henri down to where he knew the river was.
The girl stepped into the river first, and then the big Indian forced
Henri into the water. On his second step in he heard a shout of 'NO!'
inside of his head. Ice formed around his legs, and he jumped back from
the cold. There was a quarter inch thick piece of ice several inches in
diameter around each leg. It melted in the early morning warmth, but he
could still feel the tingle of the cold river water, minutes later.
The girl was still in the water. She looked as though she was arguing
with someone, although Henri couldn't see who, and she made no sound. He
didn't understand how she managed to stand in that freezing water. There
didn't look to be ice forming around her, but her legs were clearly
cold, and she was shivering from the water.
Finally the argument seemed to be over. "Send him back in, Wayne," she
said.
"Are you sure, River?"
"No, it is too cold," Henri whimpered.
"It will be cold," the girl said. "The river is not in a mood to warm
either of us. It really doesn't want to do this, but has agreed to try.
Now get in and wade out here to me."
The girl was nearly in the middle of the river now, having waded further
out. The water was just under her breasts. Henri took a step in, then
stepped back. Night growled, and Henri stepped back in, feeling the cold
would be less painful than a wolf attack. He gritted his teeth against
the cold, and walked out to where the girl was standing.
Once he was next to the girl, she reached out and placed her hands, one
atop his head and the other on his shoulder, and pushed down. Henri
fought it. She clearly intended to drown him. But the girl was
astonishingly strong. She held him tightly by the shoulder, and he could
not fight the pressure on his head. He held his breath as long as
possible, but finally had to take a breath.
He could breathe. He was underwater, but he could breathe. He opened his
eyes. The water was clear, and he could see the legs of the girl
standing a foot away, and then watched as she backed further away. He
turned and looked the other direction, and saw that there was a dark,
murky ichor oozing out from him. For a few feet it spread into the river
water, and then as the current grabbed it, it coalesced into a long,
twisty black cord heading downstream.
The girl was no longer holding him down, having stepped a few paces away
to keep clear of the black coming out of his body. But Henri did not try
to stand up. Suddenly it hit him how wrong his life had been to this
point. He was not loving those boys. He was abusing them. They didn't
enjoy his touches, they abhorred them. He was a pedophile, and for the
first time in his life he hated himself for it. Still the blackness
oozed out of his body. It was the evil within him.
The black continued to ooze out, slowly tapering off. Before it even
stopped, Henri heard another unspoken command: 'GET OUT!' He and the
girl both waded off to the riverbank and crawled out. Both crawled a few
paces up, and then lay down curled in tight balls.
At first Henri thought it was only the cold that made him feel that way,
but then he realized that he was the most despicable being on the earth.
He wanted to kill himself. He thought about going back into the river,
but could he even drown himself? It seemed like he had spent an hour
under the water. He looked around for the wolf, hoping it might dispatch
him, but it was curled up next to the sobbing girl, warming her, and the
Indian was standing over her, ignoring him. He could flee now, but he
had absolutely no interest in doing so. He just wanted to die.
He listened to the girl sob: "It hates me. I forced it to do this, and
it hates me now. I have lost the river. I made all the evil within him
come out, and polluted the river with it. It will never speak to me
again. I ... I can't even feel it, and it is only five feet away. I have
lost it. I have lost everything. I just want to die."
"No," shouted the Indian. "You mustn't think that way ... I ... I love
you. There is more than just the river. You can survive this."
"I love you too, Wayne," she sobbed. "But ... the river ... how can I
live without it."
"You can. You will. He curled up next to her and hugged her, sobbing
with her.
Then Henri noticed something odd. He felt down and discovered that his
undersized penis was gone. He started taking off his sodden clothes, and
soon was naked. Looking down, he was clearly female in that area. She
noticed some spots of blood down there, and then was hit by a crippling
cramp that caused her to fall back to the ground as pain wracked through
her body.
'This is your curse, your punishment for what you have done,' a voice
said within his head. 'You are female now, although not a pretty one.
For one week every month you will suffer as a woman, much worse and much
longer than any real woman. If the courts had convicted you, your
sentence could have been 25 years, but it is unlikely you would have
lived a year in prison. Now life is your prison, and you must serve your
full time. You have the body, almost, of a woman, but the mind of a man,
and you will be unable to take any treatments for that. You are not a
pretty woman, and while you currently will have no interest in men, that
might change. You can get pregnant, but you cannot give birth. Any child
you conceive will die in your womb. Maybe after a month or two, maybe at
full term. You will not feel the joy of children, as payment for the joy
you have stolen from so many children in your life. You must leave this
town within two days and never return. Go east, go west, but never again
cross the river."
The cramping continued, fluctuating between crippling and merely
horrible, but Henri crawled over to the bank to look and see what her
reflection would show. Her face was unclear in the reflection, but her
hair seemed different. Her body was still long and lanky. She was still
6'2" tall, but even thinner. Looking down at herself, she saw that her
chest was completely flat. Her nipples were a bit larger, about halfway
to looking female. With breasts they would pass as normal, but on her
flat chest they looked boyish. She had a bit of a waist, but her hips
and bum looked like that of an anorexic teen. Her legs were less hairy
than before, but not the smooth shapely ones that most women had.
She sobbed, and then another cramp hit.
River looked up at her, noticing the changes in the now naked woman,
particularly the blood. "What happened to you?"
"I ... the river changed me," she said. "He ... it said this is my
punishment."
"It ... it spoke to you?" the girl wailed. "You are the new
rivertalker?" She sobbed more deeply than ever before for a few seconds.
"No," Henri said. "It just was ... passing sentence. I have been
banished from this place. The river said it is just not talking to you
now."
"Now? You mean it might talk to me again later?" Henri was confused,
both by the conversation about rivertalkers, and the obvious relief that
the girl showed. She turned to the man, and said something softly, and
he and the wolf trotted off down the river, to Henri's relief.
The girl went to a bag she had dropped by the edge of the river earlier,
and brought it over to Henri, who was still standing, still naked, still
bleeding, and still fluctuating between barely tolerable cramps, and
much worse ones.
"We are going to have to look after you," the girl said, reaching into
her bag. She pulled out two items. "This is a tampon, which we will use
now, and this is a pad, which we will come to later. What's your name
dear?"
"Henri," she replied in her softer voice. "Although perhaps Henrietta
would be more appropriate now."
"Henrietta is not a very pretty name," the girl said. "You could pick
something nicer."
"I am not a very pretty person," Henrietta said. "And I haven't been
very nice in the past. I just wish I could kill myself and get it over
with. I feel horrible about what I have done."
"No," the girl shouted. "You will stop thinking that way. The river went
through a lot to cleanse you, and it ...," she choked up for a second,
"it may have cost me a great deal as well. The fact that you now feel
bad about your past means you are cured, and I hope you will take
advantage of the opportunity."
"Now, you take this wrapper off ..." she said, and the most embarrassing
half hour of Henrietta's life began.
When the hygiene lesson was over, Henrietta was no longer bleeding,
although the cramps were just as bad as ever.
"I'd have you go into the river to wash your legs off," the girl said,
"except I don't think the river wants to deal with either of us right
now. Luckily I have some water in my canteen, and if I can find a rag
..."
She went and picked up a birchbark container and spilled a bit of water
from it on what had been Henri's jockey shorts. They were bloody at the
crotch, but she used the band areas and wetted her legs and washed away
the blood. When she was finished, she looked at the bloody rag, and went
to the river to rinse them out ... but then paused.
"I don't think the river wants to deal with me right now," she sobbed.
"I just feel disgust coming from it. We'll carry this back to the
campsite and dispose of it there. "Come on. We need to get you some dry
clothes that fit." She reached into her bag and found a spare pair of
panties. "It never hurts to have a spare handy."
Henrietta stepped into the panties. They were a bit loose on her, but
the stretch was sufficient to stay up. Her rear was much thinner than
the girl, although their waists were about the same. It felt odd to
Henrietta that she no longer had a bulge in the front, as small as it
had been.
She then pulled on her damp jeans, which still fit pretty well. The t-
shirt was nearly dry, and it covered her top up. "You don't really need
a bra," the girl said. "You should look at a camisole or softer
undershirt to prevent nipple rub, if you don't. I don't think there will
be any bras for sale in your size. Maybe in a bigger city, or on the
Internet."
Henrietta then slipped into her running shoes, which fit perfectly.
"They fit?" the girl seemed incredulous. "Women usually have smaller
feet. When I changed into a girl my feet dropped four sizes."
"You were a boy?" Henrietta asked with wide eyes. "What did you do to
make the river do that to you?"
"Actually, I kinda wanted it," the girl said sadly. "It was giving me so
much more as a girl. I only hope that I haven't lost it all. I still
feel like a girl though. I don't know if that will go away now though."
She sobbed a bit, then seemed to will her sorrow away.
She whistled, and a few seconds later the man and the wolf returned.
They walked to the pickup truck, and Henrietta was able to look at
herself in the rear view mirror. She was not pleased at what she saw.
She knew her body was boyish, except in one key area, but she saw that
her face was not much changed. She still had the huge nose that had been
too big for a male face, and now looked ridiculous on a female one. Not
that it looked very female. The chin was still big, and with a cleft.
Her beard was gone, and as she felt the smooth throat, which once had a
huge Adam's apple. Her hair was a couple inches longer in the back, but
in the front she had bangs covering what had once been a bald forehead
and top of the head.
"I'm ugly," she thought. "This is my punishment. A male brain in a
female body that is so ugly that no man or woman will ever want to love
it." To her credit, she didn't even consider seeking love with children.
The river had burned that desire from her, and left her as repulsed by
the idea as most other people were.
They drove into the park, stopping for a second at the boys' campsite,
where an elderly woman was making a breakfast for the boys, with the
smaller wolf watching over them. The boy she had approached was hugging
it closely as he continued to sob. The girl went out to talk to them.
Henrietta wanted to get out and say she was sorry, but something told
her that this would only cause the boy more hurt. Instead she stayed in
the back of the truck with the big wolf, and sobbed into her hands.
Occasionally her body wracked her with cramps, and they made the sobbing
more real. She accepted it as her punishment, and knew it would continue
for another six or seven days and then a full week every month.
The girl and the Indian came back and got into the cab, and headed to
Henri's campsite. The Indian looked at the camp ticket, and was
disgusted to see that it had expired days earlier. Henrietta went into
the tent and grabbed her wallet and her money. There was little else she
wanted -- everything seemed tainted to her now -- and she climbed back
in the truck, telling the man that they could have everything else, to
pay for her overstaying.
They drove the truck into town, stopping at a store on one side of the
road, where the girl and she entered and purchased some feminine
supplies, a small purse, a packet of panties, and a few snacks to eat on
the road. Then they drove across the road to the truck stop, where there
were five big rigs parked, waiting to get tax-free gas from the
reservation pumps. Henrietta and the girl got out, and walked from truck
to truck. The girl would stop in front of each and somehow assess it,
even without the driver there. "This one will want sex," she said at
one. "This one will take sex, whether or not you agree," she announced
at the next. At a third truck she stopped with a shudder: "This one will
kill you." She looked at Henrietta. "You must never tell them what you
did ... you might feel that confession will make things better, but in
your case, it won't. It might be fatal."
There was a driver at a fourth truck, getting ready to pull out.
"Excuse me sir," the girl said. "Would you be going west?"
"To Edmonton," he said politely. "Why?"
"Would you take a rider?"
"Oh my darling, you tempt me," he said. "A pretty thing like you? But I
am happily married, and there is a company policy. No riders."
"Oh no," she said. "It is not me." She looked at Henrietta.
"Oh," he said, his smile disappearing as he looked at the taller girl.
"Well, my wife certainly wouldn't worry about me straying with her, I
guess. And the company policy is pretty slack. Look, if you ride, you
can sleep in the bunk when I am driving, but when I stop for my sleep
you sit in the front. No radio, no talking or singing. I need my sleep.
Can you pay for your own meals?"
"Yessir," she said.
"Climb in then," the man said and then he turned to the girl with a
bemused expression on his face. "Why am I doing this?"
"Because you are a good person," River said, and she turned and left.
The man accepted her argument, and then climbed into his cab and left.
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