Chapter 2

The forcibly transformed medieval boy princess struggles to adjust to life in our time
She has been adopted by a loving family and struggles to learn modern english and adjust to life as a modern girl

Matthew had just spent the last two hours doing his best to teach Serinina a new language. His frustration had just about reached his limit.

Sereinina was struggling, and he could tell she was doing her best. They made some progress, but he realized he was no teacher. This was not his specialty. He had almost no patience with teaching, which was why he had chosen to be a cop and not a school teacher. But he couldn't be too hard on himself. The fact that Serinina had made some progress to learning modern English was something. She learned to understand and speak some basic words and sentences. She was probably at a two to three-year-olds language skills, which was better than nothing. But this was more of a statement to Serininas brilliance than his ability at teaching kids.

Matthew knew he would have to hire a tutor for her. He could not teach a medieval girl modern english on his own. And there would be much more that needed to be done. Serinina needed to dress more appropriately. She would no longer need to wear that stupid corset. People would think Serinina just came from a Renaissance fair. Matthew made a call to the only woman he knew that could handle this. Then Matthew figured this woman would be shocked.

He made a brief call to his friend Sharon and asked her and her daughter Aethel to help. They studied the occult and spoke Serininas language within their clan. They may be able to help her, and Aethel goes to public school so they should be able to help her.

That was the moment he returned to the living room and saw Serinina doing some drills with her wicked looking jewel ten-inch adorned blade. He smiled wickedly and got a stupid idea.

But Matthew did have a brain and picked out two dull practice blades and handed one of them to Serinina and asked, “Do you want to try me?”

Matthew had spent some time in the special forces when he was younger, so he figured there was a slight chance he could hold his own against her. Maybe.

Serinina took one of the practice blades and squared off against Matthew, saying, “Sure, I would love to.”

Matthew got into a combat stance holding the blade close to his body the way he was taught in the service.

Then he said to Serinina, “You're going to kick my ass; aren’t you?” Matthew didn't care if she kicked his ass. He wouldn't feel emasculated by being defeated badly by a fifteen-year-old girl that had as extensive combat training as she had. There was no shame in this at all.

Serinina smiled sweetly to him, “It’s likely. No one in my old world could beat me in the blade. I was the best there was, and that's why the assassins forged me this blade with their finest metal they had, as a family heirloom to keep. I almost single handily routed my sister's entire army with the blade.”

Matthew laughed and said, “I don’t stand a chance.” He shook his head in wonder.

He lunged at her trying to get to her neck. Serinina effortlessly parred the swing and redirected his lung directly into the ground. He was thrown over and found himself on his back, staring up into her smiling face as she held her blade to his throat.

“That was very stupid,” Matthew laughed. No more wild lunges. Wild lunges were only for use against inexperienced fighters that didn’t know how to counter them. Lunges could quickly end a fight if they had no experience against it. Serinina clearly had experience. He just wanted to see how good Serinina was. Matthew had his answer.

Matthew held back this time. He executed carefully controlled strikes that would not be as easy to redirect. This was how to fight a trained fighter. Serinina held back, waiting for an opening, but Matthew was not going to give her any opportunities to exploit this time.

Then Serinina felt tired of playing with her victim and went in with an impossibly quick series of feints. Matthew was bewildered and didn't know what had happened. Serrinina shot in faking a series of strikes to his face and chest. Then she grabbed his wrist, and Matthew cried out in pain as she twisted and locked his arm. Serinina backed away, holding Matthews's blade in her hand, smiling at him.

Matthew held his injured wrists and cursed loudly. “What in the hell did you do?”

“I disarmed your knife.” Serinina looked afraid, “I am sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough, are you alright?”

Matthew held his wrist, “I think it's just sprained a little. I thought I was doing well against you, and you just chose the time to end it. Damn you are good, I am alright Serinina. How did you do that?”

“My training was extensive,” Serinina replied. “I had years of training with the most lethal assassins in the entire world. I had a single-minded goal to kill my sister all that time. How do you think I defeated an entire army of swordsmen and pikemen my sister sent. But please don’t feel bad.” The girl pleaded.

“I don’t, I was just shocked at how quickly you did that. I figured I was holding my own, and you just chose the time to end it. I knew I didn’t stand a chance in hell against you. Perhaps you can teach me how you did that.”

“I would be happy to.” Serinina smiled so sweetly. “I am happy I found you.”

Then the door opened, and a young boy walked in. Serinina heard Matthew shout, “Hi Adam. Welcome back.”

Serinina looked at the boy who seemed to be no older than ten. The boy looked a lot like she looked at ten. Matthew looked at the girl and said, “That is my son Adam. He just turned ten, and he does not know your language.”

The small boy with dark hair walked up to Serinina and smiled such a sweet boyish smile. “Dad told me that you are my new big sis. Welcome, what is her name again, Dad?” He asked, unsure, “I forgot.”

“Her name is Serinina.”

“Hi, Serinina.” Adam quipped.

Serinina looked down at this small defenseless boy and suddenly felt a strong protective instinct kick in. She felt a powerful and uncontrollable need to protect and love this young child. She was the older sister now, and it was her job to protect and love her younger brother. It wasn't her job to exploit him or use him for some end. She could never feel envy for the boy's relationship with his father. That was just a natural thing for a father to feel more close with his son than his daughter, and she could never feel envy or hatred over that fact. She knew in her heart that Matthew would also love and protect her.

Ghostly memories of Patinia filled her memories. Her elder sister's cruel look of envy and hatred as she glared down at him wearing his crown, now suddenly having achieved everything she ever wanted at his expense. Then her loud shout to the crowd, “There is no longer a male heir. Serin is now female, and she is my younger sister. I am the rightful heir.”

Then Serinina remembered all of the times she mocked and mistreated her. All of the cruelty and humiliation patinia inflicted on her after turning HIM female and mocking her for being her new sex. This was something she would never do to this boy. She was going to make sure she was the greatest older sister this boy could ever want.

Serinina struggled with the modern language and said poorly to the young boy looking up at her, “Thank you, Adam.” It was now her job to protect him and make sure nothing would ever hurt this boy. Serinina reached out and wrapped her arms around Adam. She pulled the boy tightly into her embrace. “You are my new little brother. I love you, Adam.” She whispered into his ear.

The boy struggled in the sudden unexpected tight embrace from this strange older girl. The girl whispered in his ear that she loved him. He felt the truth to that statement. Serinina let him go and knelt down to his face and took his hand. She said in his language, “I will protect you.” Her eyes showed him that she was serious. She did feel so much love toward him.“From what,” The boy replied, unsure.

Serinina looked at Matthew and said in old English, “Tell Adam its an older siblings job to protect and love the younger.”

Matthew laughed, knowing where this sudden protectiveness was coming from. He turned to his son and replied, “Serinina feels it's her job to protect you because she is the older sister.”

The boy shrugged. This was weird. “Um, thanks, sis.” Then he went to his room and laid on his bed.

“Did I scare him?” Serinina asked.

“Maybe just a little. But Adam is brilliant and loving, and I think he will be glad he has such a protective older sister,” replied Matthew. “I understand this is coming from the way your Patinea treated you. But you don’t have to answer for that.”

“I’m not answering for that,” Serinina replied. “I simply want to protect my new family. I will do my duty.”

Matthew laughed. But he understood that in this girl's royal family, the duty to family was critical. It was above any other personal concern. Which was what led to what happened to Serin. It was felt that Serin failed his duty, and they wanted to punish him and make sure his failure didn't affect them. Serin failed in nothing. He was just young and facing the death of his father, and the sudden realization that the entire weight of the Kingdom now laid on his shoulders. His family should have rallied to help him cope with it. But they betrayed him. Matthew replied, “You are a child, your only duty is to learn all you can and be a good kid. It's my job to protect Adam. I am glad you are feeling the way you do. But that’s my duty. And unlike your dad Gerik. I will fulfill my duty to my son and my duty to you.”

Serinina unexpectedly leaped into Matthews's arms.

Matthew embraced Seriina and felt slightly disturbed by this girl's overly emotional reactions to the slightest show of affection. But then he remembered how this girl was treated by her own family and how starved she must have felt for any affection at all. So this wasn't so disturbing after all. Serinina really needed someone to show that they cared for her.

“serinina,
I need to tell you something. And don't worry, there's nothing bad, so don't get alarmed.” Matthew carefully explained.

Serinina looked up at Matthew and replied, “Okay. I won't get alarmed. What?”

“I realized how bad I am at teaching,” He explained. “This morning, when I was trying to teach you English. So, I found some people that I think can help you must better than I could. They are teachers, but they are also something more.” Matthew explained and waited for her to understand.

“More, what are they?” Serinina inquired, feeling so confused.

“Well,” Matthew said, trying to find the right words in her language and his to explain. “Not to put it lightly. I may as well say it. This is a mother and daughter. And they come from a clan of witches. They call themselves witches. But they really aren't. They study many of the old world arts, and they call themselves Wiccans, and they come from a large family that they tend to call themselves gypsies too. But these are two witches.”

Serinina smiled a little. “There are witches here too? How are they treated?”

“They are much different than they were in your world,” Matthew explained. “We accept them. Their worship isn't illegal. They aren't hunted. And to be truthful, most people don't even believe they have any power at all.”

Serinina scoffed. “That's not much different. We didn't believe in them either unless you were in the Hekatin. I grew up as a boy thinking all of those stories and prophecies were children's tales. That came back to bite me.” She said sarcastically. “The stories were true. And they changed me. So most people don't believe in them, but they aren't hunted, and their worship isn't illegal. What do they really do?”

“Not much really,” Matthew replied. “They read cards, tell us our future, and it's all so vague. Most people laugh at what Wiccans say they can do. But they know your language, and they say they know about your world. They want to keep the old world alive. But, I think facing someone like you, you may think they are just a joke. Please don't offend them.”

“DO you believe I am a witch?” Serinina asked, hopefully.

“I don't know,” Matthew said. “Your story says you are, can you explain that part.”

“I am a very powerful witch,” Serinina said. “I started studying with the Hekatin three or so months after my transformation into a girl. I started studying after the prompting of one of the male wizards of the war god mars. I was asking him to transform me back, but he said body transformations were way beyond what they could do. My only hope was to become a witch and study the Hekatin. So I did, and I found I had a skill for it all. I advanced very rapidly in the arts, and I became a master at it. My power far exceeded even the most powerful witches.”

“And what could you do?” Matthew inquired, wondering.

“A lot of things. For starters, I opened a portal from the sixth century to now and went through. I escaped the invasions and the witch hunters of the Saxons. And I can do so much more. Do you want to see?”

“Sure,” Matthew replied. Really wondering what this girl could do.

Serinina focused, and she still felt the power of the goddess in this world. She was still entombed. Serinina focused and reached for the power. Then she sang a phrase in the ancient language of the goddess and showed Matthew. Her golden power flowed through her body from her hair, which sparkled and snapped in the air down her arms to her fingertips. Her entire body surged with immense power. Then serinina reached out and pushed out. A blast of wind hit Matthew and knocked him back. Then Serinina sang some more, and a cup of water appeared in her hands, and she drank. Serinina shut the power down and waited.

Matthew watched. He was so stunned. “I doubt any Wiccans can do that.” He said sarcastically. He smirked. “But that's so cool, Serinina.

It was sad that much of the arts of the old world have been lost. “And that's only a fraction of what I can do. This can make me stronger and faster than any man. This is why my sister as King could wear heavy armor and handle a huge two-handed great sword at seventeen and eighteen, and fight with the army. Otherwise, there wasn’t much of a chance. It really hurt me when she did that and mocked me for not being able to handle that sword she took from me. I had not studied yet. I didn’t study until she went on her campaign against the Ansley's. She was so cruel to me.” Serinina felt a tear run down her cheek.

There was a knock at the door and Matthews's eyebrow questioning at Serinina, and he said, “One of those duties are coming up. Let's go meet your guests.”

Matthew led Serinina to the door, and he opened it. An older woman and a younger girl that was about Serininas age were revealed as the door was opened.

These women looked very different from the others he had seen in this society. The older woman wore a traditional flowing gown, much like she was dressed in, and she had a corset on. Her hair was seriously done, and her face wore a heavy coat of makeup to make her look stern and authoritative. The attention this older woman paid to detail was something rare. The younger girl didn't have a corset on, but her hair was styled and curled and had the same look in her face.

Matthew introduced the ladies in her language, “Serinina, this is Sharon and her daughter Aethel. They are what we call mystics in the old world arts. The religion they follow is mostly dead in today's world. But they do what they can to keep it alive.”

Serinina saw that the older woman was wearing a gold pendant on Sharon's neck. The pendent had some script in the language of the goddess. Serinina's eyebrow rose in excitement. She said, “The Hekatin exists in this time?”

The woman asked, confused, “What is she talking about?”

“You are Hekatin,” Serinina explained, hoping they understood. “Our goddess Prognita, You wear her pendant on your neck. Prognita is her name in her language.”

Sharon looked more confused than ever. “I don’t know what she is talking about. This is the pendant of our family, and we really don’t know what these symbols mean. And I never heard of the Hekatin.”

Serinina looked very sad. These were pretenders, and they had no clue about the goddess, or the religion they are espousing. But perhaps that was a starting point. At least they knew her language exists. “my adopted father says you can help me adapt to live in today's world?”

“Yes,” Matthew replied. “These know your language, and they know ours, they will help you adapt. They know your ancient arts so I guessed they could help you.”

Serinina looked doubtful. They didn’t know anything about the ancient arts. The women just liked to think they did. Perhaps she could teach Sharon the real arts. Serinina smiled. “Good, I know I need help.”

Aethel was holding a large bag of clothes. “These clothes are for you, Serinina. Let's get you out of that corset and gown and get you dressed like this century teenager, and then we can go shopping to get you new clothes. Follow me, show me your bedroom.”

Serinina led Aethel into her bedroom. Aethel began unlacing the heavy gown and helped her take it off. Then she began unlacing tight corset. Aethel said as she unlaced Serininas corset. “Your dad told me you came from a different time when women wore shit like this. So I am not surprised. I can't believe you all wore this.”

“It was the rules, we were forced to wear this,” Serinina said sadly. “We had no choice. Some women refused if they were powerful enough to get away with it. But they had to be powerful enough that no one dared question them. My sister, who took the crown. The rest of us were laced in these crushing corsets and gowns we could hardly move in.”

“You don’t have to wear this anymore. Here are some clothes for you to wear. Just choose what you want to put on.”

Serinina took the clothes out of the bag and examined them all. There were jean skirts, tight-fitting jeans, tops and T-shirts, and various undergarments that were alien to Serinina. Almost everything was foreign to her.

She held up a tiny pair of cotton panties and asked, “What is this?”

“Those are underwear, you silly,” Aethel replied with a smile. “I know you are used to these thick bloomers, or you wear nothing at all. But this is what we wear today.”

Then Serinina darkened into an embarrassing shade of red. “They are pretty, but we often wear those thick bloomers, so we don't get messy. What do you do in today's world when you get your monthly visit from the red queen.”

Aethel took a small package from her purse held it up for Serinina. “then we use these.” Aethel held it up and gave it to Serinina. “So we don’t have to worry about it. I know you are used to those huge rags you had to use. We have advanced. Is it your time now?”

Serinina shook her head, “Should be another week, but I didn't understand why you wear stuff so tight. Even when Patinea started wearing pants, she had to watch it. How do those tiny things work.”

Aethel showed Serinina the small packaged applicator and unwrapped it and showed her a small cylindrical tube. “This is called a tampon. It is very absorbent, and this is what we use today. You see, we just insert it into us, and it absorbs the flow. We have to replace it every hour or every few hours, depending on how heavy it is that day. You can get them at any store. I will show you." And Aethel demonstrated how to use the tampon and Serinina understood. Then Aethel asked, "So how did you deal with it in your time?"

Serinina made a face. It was such a horror at first she tried to forget. "It was a devastating thing that I wasn't prepared for at all."

Athel knew but didn't want to reveal what she knew. She simply nodded and replied, "I can imagine how it was for you."

Serinina didnt know how to reply to that. She began to suspect that Aethel knew. But she continued, "We simply put blood moss in our underwear to adsorb it all. Then I was shown how to put some spices or herbs in a satchel and put in between my cleavage to mask the odor."

Aethel made a face, "You put Moss in your underwear?"

"Yes, thats how we dealt with it."

Now let's find something for you to put on.”

Serinina held a sexy white lacy pushup bra and figured how to put it on. She struggled to hook the back in. “These feels so much different than the corset, but I still feel its support.” Serinina chose a pair of hip-hugging skinny jeans and a colorful teeshirt.

Serinina finished her new look with a pair of two-inch pink pumps and walked down the steps to meet her father.

He giggled and said, “You no longer look like you came from the sixth century.”

Sharon said,” Let's get the sixth centuries teenager this centuries wardrobe. I will pay for her. Let's show her what a mall is.”

Sharon took the two younger girls into her car, and they took off to the nearest mall.

Aethel was too curious for her nature and just had to ask. “Serinina. I am very interested. Were you really a boy?” She just didn’t believe it at all.

“How could I be a boy? Who told you that? Did Matthew tell you,” Serinina couldn’t believe he would betray her like that?

Aethel shook her head, “No, he just said you were from another time. He told us your name, and we know stuff from the old world. We know the name Serinina. It is very famous, and that was the name of the famous and powerful boy princess. And since you are here, I want to know, were you a boy that was changed into a girl?”

Why did this keep coming up? Serinina was starting to get very frustrated. And there was the fact that Aethel seemed very fascinated by the possibility that she used to be a boy that was forced and transformed against his will. “Yes,” Serinina admitted. “I used to be a boy. Does this amuse you, Aethel? I thought you were going to help me, not mock me.” She said acidly.

“Yes, I will help you, Serinina,” Athel replied defensively. “I want us to be friends. It does amuse me.” Aethel admitted. “And I don't know how such a thing can be possible. Mother, can you imagine a witch having such a power?”

Sharon replied, “No, never. These witches were dealing with powers far beyond anything we can ever imagine. I don't see how it is possible at all.”

“You don't even know the ancient language,” Serinina told them. “You don't even know the name of the goddess even if you are wearing it on your neck. This lack of knowledge is something we are going to have to fix, and I am just the girl to do it.”

“We would welcome your help,” Sharon told Serinina. “We have a small school in our clan where we help and teach younger kids in the art of witchcraft.”

“You,” Sarinina said doubtfully. “You, actually….have a school…...to teach witchcraft.” Serinina couldn't keep the smile off her face.

“Yes, to teach the girls in our clan.”

Serinina began laughing uncontrollably. “You all have a school, oh my goddess this is funny. Id love to see what Falconet would think if she could see what you all teach, what do you teach them?”

Sharon started to feel insulted by Sderininas laughing. “Cards, tarot, astrology, and some of the mind things we do like to predict the future for people, or things like that.”

Serinina got control of herself. “I am sorry this is just so funny. Have any of you heard of the ritual of feminine power?”

“No, what is that,” both women asked.

“Oh my goddess, prognita save me. I really have my work cut out for me now. I went to school to learn witchcraft. It was a fight to get in. They still wanted to think of me as a boy when I wasn’t. The ritual was always the first step. Then we had to learn about the power that flowed around. We learned about the starts, their names, and the constellations. It was mind-numbingly boring, but we had to learn it because that's where the power flowed from. Then we learned about the goddess, the language she gave us, and all of that. Once we get done at this mall you talk about, we will go back, and I will show you what real power is. And then you can get started helping me learn about our culture. And I will try to teach you about the old ways.”

Then Aethel said, “And I want you to tell me all about how you were a boy and what all happened.”

“No,” Serinina replied. “Please, I really don't want to think about it. Aethel, many girls, enjoyed what happened to me. It was so amusing to them, and fascinating that a boy could be forced to live their life and suffer what they suffered.”

“Suffer,” Aethel replied doubtfully, “How is this suffering?”

Sharon spoke up, “Aethel, you read Patineas book and didn't you read the part where she describes the culture she was raised in. The priests, the hunters, the laws, and restrictions imposed on women in that time? Did you miss it all?”

“And did you forget me saying we were forced to wear that corset, there were many restrictions, and we were punished if we violated them. Well, not me, I lived as a boy in that culture, I was changed, and Patinea took control and destroyed all of those old laws. But she still had them placed on me after I was changed by royal decree. Those were no longer laws for every girl as those decrees were only for me, to show me what how they lived. The girls loved it.”

“Serinina,” Aethel said sadly, “It does not amuse me. Your story made me very sad,but I am curious about it all. Patinea made me very angry when she described what she did to you. She must have also felt her sex was suffering. But even in those harsh conditions, I really doubt many females felt their sex was a suffering. Sure, you did. She did her best to write some parts from your point of view, and you were very sad. I simply want to know, and I don't want to insult you.”

“Thank you,” Serinnia replied. Then they pulled into a large mall and got out of the car. Sharon told the two teens, “Let's go to Khols, Serinina should be able to find some things there, and then we can go to the more exclusive places. You will see what we mean.”

“What kinds of girl are you? And we will find the clothes for you.” Sharon asked Serinina.

A tear ran down her face as she whimpered. “No one ever asked me that before. I was simply told what kind of girl I was to be and forced into it. I was to be a quiet, submissive girl living in my big sister's shadow, always submissive and no threat.”

Sharon laughed, “That was her big mistake. No one can tell a girl how to live. Force and intimidation can only work so far, but we want to find our own way. When she tried to make you into the most harmless submissive girl she could, she was abusing you. She should have known that was a mistake, and it would backfire in her face just like when you and your father tried to force her into a role she hated. Women need the freedom to find our own way, so do you want pretty skirts and dresses or jeans?”

serinina headed for the pretty dresses and giggled. “I like dresses now. Let's go find some gorgeous dresses. But why are some of them so tight?”

“We like to show our curves these days,” Aethel replied. “It's not illegal anymore, and there are no hunters. Are those what you want to wear?”

“Yeah, can I try some of them on?”

They got Serinina measured and found the appropriate size of dress for her. She wanted a very tight body-hugging dress, and she went into the dressing room. Aethel helped her into the dress and walked out. Sharon agreed, and Serinina went in to remove it.

The Sharon said, “You can have it. Now let's find some better clothes for every day, and for school. That is a gown you wear for like a date, or a party.”

Serinina found some regular skirts girls wore and some hip-hugging jeans and put them in. She got some nice tops to wear.

Then Serinina was measured for a bra. Sharon knew Serinina was going to be big. Even the descriptions in the book described how difficult it was carrying that extra weight. The breasts were so large they burst through his boy's top during the initial transformation. And many parts of her book described her difficulty adapting to having such enormous breasts.

And Serinina standing there, they knew she was huge. The woman took Serinina into a private cubicle and had her remove her top. Then she began measuring her. It was no surprise when the woman said, “Serinina is a thirty-two f.”

It was going to be difficult finding bras in that size. Many stores carried sizes A through D. Two D if they were lucky.

But Serinina was lucky that day, there were a few bras for that size. There weren't many, and none of the really sexy pushup bras girls liked to wear. Serinina was very sad about that.

But they loaded the cart with undergarments and then found the shoes.

They had about got Serinina a full wardrobe for a modern girl. Serinina even insisted on a pair of five-inch stilettoes.

The women loaded the trunk and drove off. “There shouldn't be anyone at our place right now, let's take Serinina there so she can show us what she can really do.”

Serinina agreed, but she was still doubtful if she could pull any of this off. Sharon took them to a small house outside of the town, and it was mostly empty now.

Serinina went into the small empty building. “The girls usually come in the morning. I am still doubtful about all of this Serinina.”

“Okay,” Serinina replied and started signing a chant in the language of the goddess. Aethel and Sharon watched as the golden power began flowing through the girl. Her hair sparked as the energy flowed through her to her fingertips. Then Serinina walked outside and blew a tree over with a massive blast of wind she sent out of her hand. Then she made it rain for a few brief minutes.

Sharon said sarcastically, “With this kind of power, I have little doubt a group of women together could fully transform a boy. Serinina, I am so sorry they felt it was acceptable. This is why those men feared such power returning to the world. And they were proven right to fear it. I am not sure if this power belongs to this world Serinina. It destroyed your life, are you really sure you want to reintroduce it into today's world.”