Life Passed

A Transgender Paranormal Fantasy

From the Paranormal Visitor Universe

Chapter Four: New Memories, New Life

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Can Minuet fit in to being a little girl in the family that she loves?

Copyright 2008, 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
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Once the car doors slammed shut, I felt relief wash over me like taking a deep breath after holding it for hours.

"It worked," Michelle breathed, her voice filled with wonder. "Helen passed her next life on to you early. Do you remember being Marcus?"

The question opened floodgates of memory that were both familiar and strange. "Yes, but that is like another lifetime. I remember more clearly being raised with our mother until she died, and then you taking care of both Helen and me after that. Oh yes, and that sweet nurse Jessica who cared for Helen ordinarily, but she called in sick and we had to care for her today. I'm glad that I learned CPR so I could help Helen while you called for help, Momma."

Michelle's eyes filled with tears of amazement. "I remember both lives too. You were a great big help, Minuet. You have a great big heart, and you could be a medical professional again if that's where your heart leads you."

The weight of loss suddenly hit me. "I miss Helen, Momma."

"You don't have to miss me yet. I'm still around."

Helen's voice came from behind me, and I turned to see her spiritual form, even more abundant with energy than before the white flash. She appeared as a shimmering presence that only Michelle and I could perceive.

"What happened, Helen?" I asked, reaching toward her luminous form.

"I found out that the leap home is not one that can be taken on our own energy, but with the ability granted to us when we are ready. The Goddess told me that in passing my life to you, I had shown myself worthy to pass into the beyond and go home myself. I've been given leave to be with you to help you through this transition before I make that trek into the great beyond."

"When time folded over on itself as a result of all that creative energy you summoned, how come we three seem to be the only ones who have a clue about what was?"

Helen's laughter tinkled like silver bells. "You don't need me for that answer since your mommy came up with that wrinkle. It's the triplet necklaces, and in a real way, our sisterhood held a power of three that was beyond any understanding. We three are bound together in a way that defies understanding."

"Helen, why am I a child now?"

Her expression grew tender with understanding. "Sweetie, that's where your spirit was stuck. If you had become a woman of the same age that Marcus was, then you would still be incongruent since your spirit was stuck as a little girl. Bringing your spirit and body together with congruency will allow you to grow up the way you might have if you had been able to let out your true self when you were thirteen the first go around."

"You were trying to prepare me for this before I became Minuet, and I didn't understand then, but I believe I do now. Thank you for looking out for my best interest, Helen."

"Think nothing of it, sweetie. Sisters do for each other. As you have done for me, I do for you, as around the circle our love flows."

We shared a metaphysical hug—not the pressing together of physical forms, but a spiritual closeness where I felt Helen's presence as strongly as any physical embrace. When Michelle joined us in a group spiritual hug, I felt the power of three and put to rest any doubts that anything would truly separate us from each other.

"One thing that you are right about, young lady, is that physically now you are a child and will be one for the foreseeable future. Your body needs much more sleep, especially after a day as trying as this. It's bedtime for you now, munchkin. Please be a good girl and take your bath, then get dressed for bed."

"Mommy, will you tuck me in and tell me a bedtime story?"

"I thought that you said you were a big girl now and you didn't need a bedtime story anymore?"

"Awww Mommy. Just this once. I've had a busy day."

"That you have, munchkin. Okay, if you are a good girl, and are ready for bed when I go up to check on you, then I will tell you a story. Which one do you want to hear?"

"The one about every little girl being a princess, Mommy."

She rolled her eyes at me. "I might have known. As you wish, munchkin."

As I headed upstairs to my room, I realized that Helen's greatest gift wasn't just the physical transformation—it was the chance to grow up authentically, supported by a love that transcended death itself. The Celtic Triquetra necklace rested warm against my chest, a constant reminder that I was part of something eternal, something that would guide me through whatever challenges lay ahead in this new life that had been passed to me.

The princess in the story had lived authentically ever after. Now it was time for me to do the same.