by Kimby
In the name of the Lady, © 2007 by Kimby
The story of Frank and what happened to him when God got irritated.
Publication of this story is allowed on all websites under the following conditions:
- The text cannot be altered or shortened. If things are added to it, the reader should be easily able to identify what was added to the original.
- Access to the story is free. This also means it cannot be put on a website requiring paying membership.
This is the very first story I’ve ever written. That explains why it’s so bad. On the upside, it makes it a lot easier for me to do better next time. ;)
I’m not looking to make any monetary gain from this story. If it moves you so much you want to pays someone (frankly, I doubt that a lot. It’s not good enough) then please donate to a transgender fiction website in need of support.
Disclaimers:
1. If reading texts with sexual, political or religious contents can upset you, please go look someplace else. I don’t want to make you feel unhappy.
2. If you think someone else would object to you reading this text, don’t get caught. I will not help you if they get you, but if the story of the consequences makes the news I will remember your courage.
3. This story is fiction. I admit some elements of it are based on my personal life, but it’s doubtful you know me. So if you think you recognize someone in this story, think again.
4. I’m European, so the sport called ‘football’ in this story is real football, not that weird American game. If you live in the USA, you probably know the sport by the name ‘soccer’. It’s not very important for the story anyway. I’m only mentioning it to make fun of Americans: it’s a bad habit. :)
5. All errors of any kind made in this story are mine and mine alone except for those introduced by my spellchecker. I have no proofreaders, editors and such more. If anyone feels strongly about educating me by taking the entire thing apart, feel free to do so.
Tuesday 13 March 2007 — 17:43 CET
“I don’t believe this!”
Frank Deverau was in a bad mood. This mood was the result of a day full of unhappy events. And things did start so well this morning: a nice spring day full of sunshine. But then everything started going wrong in a big way.
More even then usual while driving to his office, Frank was only paying partial attention to the road. After all, this was the same road he took for many, many years now and after all the road works of the last five years it was finally completely done. Why should he not think of more important matters like the rumour that his employer was planning some major changes in the company ?
Nobody could tell him anything for sure so far, but it sounded like a lot of those now working in the local office could find themselves unemployed rather soon. At age 48 and after 17 years working at the same place this was not something Frank took lightly. All that worrying was the reason he didn’t see the old, brown Ford coming from behind him at a neck breaking speed until it was too late.
The sudden appearance of a car right next to his own dark green Toyota shook Frank out of his reveries. What was that idiot thinking ? Could he not see trying to pass here was insanely dangerous ? But he didn’t get much time to ponder the insanity of the other driver. The Ford suddenly cut in front of him to avoid collision with oncoming traffic. It was an act of almost suicidal desperation and only Franks many years of experience behind the wheel of a car avoided a spectacular catastrophe.
“Shiiiiiit”
The Ford hit the front left of his car pushing it to the side of the road. While adrenaline was making Franks body react way past its normal limits, his car came to a halt with miraculous light damages. Deflating in his seat with relief he was still alive he saw the idiot in the Ford disappear in the distance.
“Mr Deverau ?”
After waiting for almost an hour in the police office, it seemed there was finally someone available to talk to him now. Frank had to call the office earlier to report he was going to be delayed and got the distinct impression this delay was making his boss very unhappy.
“I’m lieutenant Simmons. Please follow me”
With a sigh, Frank got up and followed the man to a small office. There was only a desk with a single, very old PC on it, one chair behind the desk and two for visitors. After both were seated, the police lieutenant started with the interview. After Frank’s description of events, more questions followed
“Did you see the license plate on the car ?”
“I’m afraid not. It all happened so fast.”
“Did you perhaps see the person behind the wheel ?”
“I didn’t have the time to give the driver a good look, but from what I can recall he looked like an average sized male, not very young, but also not old. I’d say somewhere in his 30s or 40s.”
“I see. Well, Mr Deverau, I believe I can give you some more information but none of it is good I’m afraid. It looks like the car that hit yours was reported stolen yesterday and used in a robbery early this morning. So far we haven’t found it yet and even if we do find the driver it’s very likely he won’t be able to pay for all the damages he has done. That means the repair of your car will probably have to be done from your own finances unless you have very good insurance.”
“Great. So why did I actually bothered to spend my time to tell you all this ?”
“Now Mr Deverau. There’s no reason to get upset. It’s always possible that the money can be paid back to you after all. I just wouldn’t get my hopes up about it too much.”
Disgusted, Frank got back to his car. All this brought back some painful memories. His only son died in a car crash six years earlier. The other driver was drunk and escaped with only a few scratches. Since he was also the son of an influential politician, the entire penalty he got was losing his drivers license for six whole months. The current situation was nowhere near as bad as the hurt had been that time, but it opened wounds not fully healed and the injustice of both cases made him vocalize his favourite remark.
“More proof that God doesn’t really exist”
“Hi Cindy. I managed to finally get here. I got another demonstration this morning of our glorious police force protecting the citizens.”
The woman at the reception looked up, wincing at the acid tone in Frank’s voice. She decided ignoring it would be the smartest move.
“Mr Deverau. Good to see you, sir. Mr Glendmann requested your presence in his office as soon as you got here.”
“Bill wants to see me ? Did he give you an indication what this was about ?”
“No, sir. All I know is that he didn’t look very happy this morning.”
“Great. I guess I’ll know soon enough what’s going on then”
With a sigh, Frank walked to the management office. While he wasn’t exactly Bill Glendmann’s best friend, he usually managed to maintain a good working relationship with his boss. Lately however, Bill seemed to be very stressed.
“Good morning, Bill. You asked to see me ?”
“Ah, the lost son is finally there. Close the door behind you and sit down, please”
“Bill, I mean no offence, but a lot of people here are noticing that lately you’re walking around like a tiger with a toothache. Can you let me know what’s bothering you so much?”
The sudden sad look on the manager’s face didn’t help at all to improve Frank’s feelings of impending doom.
“I know what you mean Frank. In fact, it’s the reason I asked you here. But I fear you’re not going to be happy about what I’ve got to tell you.”
“I figured as much. How bad is it ?”
“Headquarters has decided that local support departments are not as cost effective as a global department. They plan on reorganising support to reflect that. All of support worldwide will soon be covered from one location.”
Frank felt like he got hit with a massive amount of very cold water.
“I see. And since this is an American company I guess that one location will be in the US and not here in Europe.”
“Not even that I’m afraid. The global support will be done from India starting about three months from now.”
“India ? I guess some idiot decided that using vastly underpaid personnel would produce nice looking expense graphs for the next board meeting. But what about our people currently working in local support ?”
“I’m not sure what the situation elsewhere will be, but I’ve been ordered to let go of everyone in the support department by the time India takes over.”
“We’ll have to fire my entire department ? Good heavens. Do those idiots in the US know what that will do here ? My people were highly motivated and they are rewarded like this ? It’s going to crush them. When do I have to tell them this ?”
Bill Glendmann was looking very unhappy
“I’ll tell them this afternoon. I’ve already called for a meeting of the department.”
“I guess that’s what I get for arriving late this morning. But don’t you think it’s my responsibility to announce this ? It’s my department after all.”
The uncomfortable look on his bosses face told Frank not all was said yet.
“I’m sorry Frank, but as I told you I’ve been ordered to let go of EVERYONE in the department. I’m afraid that includes you.”
An icy hand gripped Franks heart as this news sank in. The last seventeen years of his life had been dedicated to this company and now he was suddenly dumped because someone half the globe away decided to cut expenses without considering what effect it would have on the people involved. His brain could come up with only one reaction.
More proof that God doesn’t really exist
In the name of the Lady, © 2007 by Kimby
The story of Frank and what happened to him when God got irritated.
Publication of this story is allowed on all websites under the following conditions:
- The text cannot be altered or shortened. If things are added to it, the reader should be easily able to identify what was added to the original.
- Access to the story is free. This also means it cannot be put on a website requiring paying membership.
This is the very first story I’ve ever written. That explains why it’s so bad. On the upside, it makes it a lot easier for me to do better next time. ;)
I’m not looking to make any monetary gain from this story. If it moves you so much you want to pays someone (frankly, I doubt that a lot. It’s not good enough) then please donate to a transgender fiction website in need of support.
Disclaimers:
1. If reading texts with sexual, political or religious contents can upset you, please go look someplace else. I don’t want to make you feel unhappy.
2. If you think someone else would object to you reading this text, don’t get caught. I will not help you if they get you, but if the story of the consequences makes the news I will remember your courage.
3. This story is fiction. I admit some elements of it are based on my personal life, but it’s doubtful you know me. So if you think you recognize someone in this story, think again.
4. I’m European, so the sport called ‘football’ in this story is real football, not that weird American game. If you live in the USA, you probably know the sport by the name ‘soccer’. It’s not very important for the story anyway. I’m only mentioning it to make fun of Americans: it’s a bad habit. :)
5. All errors of any kind made in this story are mine and mine alone except for those introduced by my spellchecker. I have no proofreaders, editors and such more. If anyone feels strongly about educating me by taking the entire thing apart, feel free to do so.
Driving home that night, Frank was remembering the meeting that afternoon. So many shocked faces, so many people devastated by this news. He thought back to the last time he had a day this bad, now four years ago.
“Frank we need to talk.”
Frank looked up to his wife of 23 years, surprised by her tone
“What is it Suzanne ?”
“This isn’t working any more. I can’t continue like this.”
Now he was completely baffled and also starting to get alarmed.
“What are you talking about ? What doesn’t work any more ?”
“This. Us. Our marriage. You don’t care about me any more.”
“What ?! What on earth do you mean ? Of course I care about you.”
“You have a strange way of showing it. Since our Ben died, you’ve hardly acknowledged my existence.”
The mentioning of the death of his son two years earlier caused a stab of pain, but the accusation made him also a bit angry.
“I gave you some space because you made it clear you didn’t want me around you. I know Ben’s death hurt you a lot, but do you think it was any easier for me ? I loved our son just as much as you loved him. I wanted us to help each other deal with the pain, but you pushed me away.”
“See what I mean: you can claim you love me but when it comes to it, you’re acting all hostile to me. That’s why I filed for divorce. If you really love me, then don’t fight it.”
That last sentence was a staggering blow to Frank. He sat down heavy. By the time he recovered, Suzanne had left for some unknown destination.
Five months later, he was divorced. He still had the house but it had cost him a very large part of his money to be able to keep it. The aggressive way Suzanne and her lawyer had adopted in taking as much of his money as possible hurt him a lot, but not as much as discovering the real reason for the divorce a month later: his ex-wife had a boyfriend. Very bitter, he only had one comment to make about the whole thing:
“More proof that God doesn’t really exist”
He wasn’t always been that cynical, but many disappointments in his life had beaten him down to his current level of depression.
“Come Frankie, we need to find you some nice things to wear this summer. Most of your clothes are getting too small again.”
“Okay, mommy. Look, this is pretty.”
“Frankie, those clothes are for girls, not boys. Come over here. Don’t you like this ?”
“Oh. I guess it’s okay. But those others are nicer. Why can’t I have one of those.”
“Because dresses are for girls and you’re a boy. Now let’s see how this looks on you.”
“He, that’s my block. I need that to complete the house.”
“It’s mine now stupid. Your house does look bad anyway.”
“Miss, Evan is taking my blocks.”
“Now, now Frankie. You should share with others.”
“That’s the important thing God wants us to do children. We should all love each other and be nice to each other. That’s a very important lesson to learn.”
Young Frankie looked thoughtful.
Oh, I guess that’s why Jerry and his friends are so mean. They are not so smart so I guess they haven’t learned that yet.
“Can I join you ? I want to play football too.”
“No way, Frank. You’re a worthless player. Go bother someone else.”
“Psst, Frank. What’s the answer for question 6 ?”
“Frank?”
“He idiot, why did you not answer me this morning ?”
“You should learn your own lessons Tom, instead of expecting others to do it for you.”
“Yeah ? Well, learn this then.”
“Frankie, have you been fighting again ? You know I don’t want that. I’ll let your father deal with it tonight and I’ll make sure you know better next time.”
“But mom…”
“No excuses. And go to your room now.”
“Hi Beth. What are you playing ? Can I join ?”
“Uh, I don’t know Frank. What do you think, Cathy ?”
“No way. This is only us girls. Go play with the other boys”
“Hi, Steven”
“Hi, Frank. Why are you sitting here alone ? You look a bit down.”
“I guess I am a bit down, Steven. It happens at times.”
“Anything I can do to make you feel better ?”
“Well, you’re my best friend. I guess I could tell you. But you need to promise me to keep this secret.”
“Oh, no problem. I can keep secrets. So what’s it ? Did you found a girl and your parents don’t approve?”
“Eh, I guess in a way you could say that. But not like you meant it.”
“Oh ? So tell me already.”
“Well, you know. I guess the first thing you think about when you see a really pretty girl is that you want to be with her, right ?”
“I guess so, yes”
“Well, it’s a bit different for me. The first thing I think about is that I want to BE her.”
“Uhhh. Are you telling me you’re gay ?”
“What ? No, that’s not it at all. What I mean is that I want to be a girl instead of a boy.”
“That’s weird. Uh, look, I have to go now. See you later, right.”
“Ok, see you later.”
Gay ? Why did he think I was gay ? Maybe I am. I like girls and I feel I am a girl. So what does that make me ? A lesbian boy ? That’s too weird. I don’t think I should mention this to Steven again. He looked rather uncomfortable about it.
One day Frank found an article in a magazine about a transsexual: a former man who was now a woman. The article wasn’t very famous or exceptional except for Frank: he was delighted that he was not the only person on the planet feeling he was born with the wrong body. The idea that it was possible for doctors to make him a girl was even better. He started looking for more information.
In the years that followed, Frank found a lot of information, but most of it disturbed him more then he expected. After the first article, he started thinking about other transsexuals as people like him. As he learned more and more about them, he discovered that most of them were very much unlike him. A lot seemed to feel attracted to males. The thought made Frank rather uncomfortable: that was not something he could imagine himself feeling ever.
He also was confronted with men in dresses with ridiculous amounts of makeup on their face and an attitude that made him think of a drunk at four in the morning. Those really made him uncomfortable because he certainly didn’t want anyone thinking about him like that. All he wanted was to be a real girl not something that looked like a perversion of it.
He found out some details about what doctors could do and he was very underwhelmed by what he learned. It seemed like a lot of pain for not so very much gain. After reading about the legal nightmare that went hand in hand with the medical and social one, he decided that the entire concept was more an expensive form of suicide then a solution to his dreams. In the end it seemed a lot cheaper and safer to continue his current suffering then to risk the adventure.
During all these deliberations, Frank took the first major blow of his life: the loss of his brother Ben, older than him by five years.
Ben was not blind for all the things going wrong in the world, but he strongly believed that he could help fix them. At age 18, he left home to discover the world and when he came back with wisdom gathered abroad he settled on his own and started his plan to improve the world. Frank admired his energy, but his own dealings with others made him doubt the possibility of success of his brother’s actions. Two years after Bens return, Frank saw his brother becoming more and more disillusioned. Six months after that, Ben was found dead in his small apartment: he couldn’t deal with a world that so successfully resisted improvement any longer and took his own way out. It was the first time in his life a bitter Frank spoke his famous words.
“Proof that God doesn’t really exist”
Now halfway home from his worst day at the office ever, Frank’s mood was as dark as the sky. The day that began as a sunny spring day, now turned into darker and darker weather as the clouds gathered. In the distance thunder was rolling. Suddenly the Toyota was starting to have a lot of trouble keeping a straight line. Alarmed Frank reduced speed and went to the side of the road at the first possible opportunity. When checking his car, he discovered the front left tyre was flat, no doubt due to some damage from the hit that morning.
“I don’t believe this!”
Fuming, he gathered his tools and started to change the tyre. He hardly started his work when from the black sky a massive amount of rain started coming down. The entire world was black and wet, occasionally briefly broken by lightning and followed by a tremendous loud thunderclap. Frank felt thoroughly miserable and had only one thing to say about his situation.
“More proof that God doesn’t really exist”
Suddenly the black world lighted up and thunder, a hundred times louder then before, shook him to his core. Then everything disappeared and all that was left of the world was a big universe of white…
In the name of the Lady, © 2007 by Kimby
The story of Frank and what happened to him when God got irritated.
Publication of this story is allowed on all websites under the following conditions:
- The text cannot be altered or shortened. If things are added to it, the reader should be easily able to identify what was added to the original.
- Access to the story is free. This also means it cannot be put on a website requiring paying membership.
This is the very first story I’ve ever written. That explains why it’s so bad. On the upside, it makes it a lot easier for me to do better next time. ;)
I’m not looking to make any monetary gain from this story. If it moves you so much you want to pays someone (frankly, I doubt that a lot. It’s not good enough) then please donate to a transgender fiction website in need of support.
Disclaimers:
1. If reading texts with sexual, political or religious contents can upset you, please go look someplace else. I don’t want to make you feel unhappy.
2. If you think someone else would object to you reading this text, don’t get caught. I will not help you if they get you, but if the story of the consequences makes the news I will remember your courage.
3. This story is fiction. I admit some elements of it are based on my personal life, but it’s doubtful you know me. So if you think you recognize someone in this story, think again.
4. I’m European, so the sport called ‘football’ in this story is real football, not that weird American game. If you live in the USA, you probably know the sport by the name ‘soccer’. It’s not very important for the story anyway. I’m only mentioning it to make fun of Americans: it’s a bad habit. :)
5. All errors of any kind made in this story are mine and mine alone except for those introduced by my spellchecker. I have no proofreaders, editors and such more. If anyone feels strongly about educating me by taking the entire thing apart, feel free to do so.
Frank’s brain was making a heroic effort at trying to make sense of his situation... and failing miserably. A few seconds ago, he was standing at the side of the road, in pitch black weather and drenched by rain feeling cold, wet and miserable. But now ?
On the upside, he no longer felt cold and wet. In fact, he no longer felt anything. That was briefly alarming until he decided that he also didn’t feel numb or paralysed, so perhaps there simply was no longer any rain and wind.
Thinking further, he decided that he should at least feel his wet clothes against his body, but that wasn’t happening either. Confused, he made a visible inspection of his body and became even more upset: there was nothing to see. All that was currently visible was a universe of white and nothing else.
Did I become blind ?
It sounded like a reasonable assumption, but somehow he just knew that it wasn’t true. Strange as it was, he was very certain he was perfectly all right. He could see, but there simply wasn’t anything to see. He could feel, but there was nothing to feel. He could hear, but after sharply listening for a short while he decided there was nothing to hear either.
Maybe I got hit by lightning and I’m dead now ?
Now there was a weird idea. If he was dead, then it didn’t sound very reasonable he was capable of debating that issue. During his life, Frank read a few books telling about men and women who almost died but made it back in the end. Some told about floating around in the real world as some kind of ghost. Others described being pulled through some kind of tunnel into a bright and loving light. If he was dead, his experience seemed to be a lot less exciting. There was simply nothing here.
But that was not entirely true, Frank realised. There were two others near him. He was briefly relieved that he wasn’t alone in his universe but his logical mind then started going crazy again. How could he know there were people around ? He couldn’t see or hear them. He knew they were there. If none of his normal five senses could detect them, how could he possibly know such thing ?
Could I perhaps detect them empathically ?
That explanation would have satisfied him a lot more if he had actually believed that something like an empathic sense existed in the first place. Frank had long ago decided for himself that so called empathic people were simply very good at reading body language. Faced with his current situation where no bodies were around to be read, he was forced to reconsider. Unless of course he was going crazy, but that possibility scared him even more.
For my own sanity, let’s assume I’m not dead or crazy. But what does that leave me ?
Turning back his attention on the two ‘presences’ with him, he was surprised how much information he could get about them without having any of his normal senses available. One of them he somehow knew was an adult male. He couldn’t get any feel about the age of that person, but he felt sure this impression was correct.
Frank was also sure that this person had a lot of life experience and confidence. In normal situations, this person would no doubt easily take charge of everything around him. This was certainly not a normal situation however and he was currently far away from being in charge. Indeed, Frank had no problem noticing that he was very scared and the cause of that fear was crystal clear.
Poor guy. I’m glad I’m not him right now.
The second presence was currently focussing all her attention on the first and she seemed very upset. Yes, somehow Frank knew that the second one was female. What was even more remarkable was the ‘size’ of that presence. It felt nothing like the first and Frank was sure this was not a normal human person. In fact, he estimated a mouse would have a better chance of success in a conflict against an elephant then a human could hope to have against her. Calling her a commanding presence would be vastly understating things and the man who was currently the focus of her attention clearly didn’t enjoy it one little bit.
Who is she ? For that matter what is she ? Surely she can’t be God! I no longer believe in a God and even if I did, isn’t God supposed to be an old guy with a grey beard ?
Suddenly her attention shifted to Frank and he was washed away in the overwhelming sensations of her irritation and annoyance with him. He was in awe of her before, but now that he suddenly found himself getting her full attention, there was nothing Frank would have liked better then to duck and hide behind something. Sadly, in a world of nothing but white there was nothing available to use as cover.
Cripes! I really, really wished I were somewhere else. The other side of the universe sounds very nice about now.
The feelings he received shifted and he felt she was now more disappointed then irritated. Frank remembered that feeling from his childhood. He had somehow disappointed his mother and while she was telling him about that, he had been looking at the floor in shame. Now, he was again the target of someone’s disappointment, but while he again longed to look down in shame, there was no floor handy around here.
I get the feeling I’m in a world of trouble here. I’m not sure what I did to get on her bad side but I really hope I can make up for it. This is distinctly unpleasant.
Her attention switched back to her first victim and the feelings Frank now received felt like someone making a decision. She was communicating something to the other man, but he couldn’t figure out what was being said. The feelings coming from the other man where also confusing: there was an overwhelming amount of relief but also a strong feeling of trepidation. That was a combination that didn’t make much sense at all.
It was hard to estimate how long the stay in the white universe lasted. It felt like ages, but Frank had enough experience with unpleasant situations to know they have a habit of lasting a lot shorter in reality then they feel for the one suffering them. After a while he noticed that the communication between the other two was coming to an end. Perhaps it would be more correct to say the big presence came at the end of the list of instructions for the other man, because that was clearly what was happening.
He’s certainly not very happy about what he’s being told, but he’s not arguing. I guess I can understand that: I don’t feel like arguing with someone like her either. That would probably be as smart as pulling at the tail of a sleeping tiger.
The world shifted again and Frank finally was no longer in that disturbing white universe. He felt a lot of relief about that since his brain didn’t appreciate being confronted with so many impossibilities at once. But his relief was rather short. While looking around him and taking in his new environment his mouth dropped open further and further...
In the name of the Lady, © 2007 by Kimby
The story of Frank and what happened to him when God got irritated.
Publication of this story is allowed on all websites under the following conditions:
- The text cannot be altered or shortened. If things are added to it, the reader should be easily able to identify what was added to the original.
- Access to the story is free. This also means it cannot be put on a website requiring paying membership.
This is the very first story I’ve ever written. That explains why it’s so bad. On the upside, it makes it a lot easier for me to do better next time. ;)
I’m not looking to make any monetary gain from this story. If it moves you so much you want to pays someone (frankly, I doubt that a lot. It’s not good enough) then please donate to a transgender fiction website in need of support.
Disclaimers:
1. If reading texts with sexual, political or religious contents can upset you, please go look someplace else. I don’t want to make you feel unhappy.
2. If you think someone else would object to you reading this text, don’t get caught. I will not help you if they get you, but if the story of the consequences makes the news I will remember your courage.
3. This story is fiction. I admit some elements of it are based on my personal life, but it’s doubtful you know me. So if you think you recognize someone in this story, think again.
4. I’m European, so the sport called ‘football’ in this story is real football, not that weird American game. If you live in the USA, you probably know the sport by the name ‘soccer’. It’s not very important for the story anyway. I’m only mentioning it to make fun of Americans: it’s a bad habit. :)
5. All errors of any kind made in this story are mine and mine alone except for those introduced by my spellchecker. I have no proofreaders, editors and such more. If anyone feels strongly about educating me by taking the entire thing apart, feel free to do so.
Frank seemed to be standing at the centre of an impressive room. That room was almost empty, but there was one object in it that immediately made you pay attention and that object certainly went a long way in causing his expression of utter disbelief: a throne.
During his life, he had visited a lot of places of historical importance and in some of those he had visited castles and palaces. None of those places could hold a candle to what Frank was currently seeing. A magnificent throne with deep blue covering with silver motives was standing at a higher part against the back wall. The marble floor in the room looked brand new. All around the room you could see marble columns with wonderful decorations in what looked like gold. Lastly, two extremely large crystal chandeliers were hanging from a ceiling that was unbelievably high. It all looked like something that you could perhaps see in movies with a very large budget. But what you saw in those movies was mostly faked and this was the real deal. How could something this stunningly beautiful really exist ?
As if all this wasn’t enough, both sides of the room had only very low walls between the fine marble columns leaving large windows. The view to the outside was as stunning as the room itself. It looked like the room was floating a kilometre above the earth outside, resulting in an impressive view of the surrounding landscape. The sky only had a few clouds and the sunset painted them in colours as magnificent as only nature could produce.
Good heavens, where on earth am I ? Actually, I wonder if I’m on Earth at all right now. This can’t possibly exist there.
After a short while, the impressive views began to lose a bit of their captivating powers. Frank raised his arm with the intention to gently touch one of the marble columns surrounding the room to make sure they were real. But his arm never touched the column as it froze halfway. The shock Frank had received while taking in his surroundings paled to nothing compared to this new surprise.
This can’t be true. It’s impossible! I can’t believe it.
He was no longer dressed in the clothes he was wearing while trying to fix his flat tire. Of course he could have known that before, because those wet clothes would have felt rather uncomfortable, but his surprising surroundings had distracted him. Now he noticed those changes for the first time and his mouth dropped open again. He was wearing a pure white robe with decorations of gold. On one of the fingers of his left hand, he was now wearing a small ring. Since his marriage ended, he had never worn any rings at all. But the most shocking discovery was the way his hand looked. It was without a doubt smaller then he was used to seeing. In fact, Frank was certain he was looking at the hand of a woman!
I have to be dreaming. But this doesn’t feel like a dream at all.
While he had just inspected his surroundings in stunned admiration, now his attention for them dropped to zero as he started to concentrate on his own body. It took only seconds to decide it would be more correct to refer to it as her body now. Looking down it was clear she had breasts now. To her great relieve, they were not the ridiculous large breasts so often making an appearance in all the transgender fiction stories Frank had read before, but rather normal sized ones. Her hips were clearly a bit wider then in her memory. While moving around her increased attention also make her notice another change: something was now missing down below. Something she wouldn't miss at all.
I’m a woman. I can’t believe it; how could this be ? I’m so happy, but I’m also totally confused. What’s going on here ?
She continued to make an inventory of changes. She didn’t seem particularly smaller then before, but then again she wasn’t all that tall as a man. If she was the same height as a woman, she would be a bit taller then average, but nothing exceptional. She did seem to have lost a lot of weight and considering the belly on her old body caused by a lack of exercise, she was very grateful for that! The skin on her hands seemed to indicate she was a lot younger now and her hair was a lot longer and instead of medium brown it was black. When she brought her hands to her face, another change registered. She was no longer wearing glasses, but still could see perfectly. Suddenly an ugly though occurred to her and Frank became almost desperate.
Oh, no. Please whoever did this to me, don’t ever take it back, I beg you.
Nothing changed at all and slowly her fear ebbed away. Her brain started working again and wanted the answer on one important question: what did she look like now ? There were no mirrors along the wall with the throne, so Frank turned around towards the wall at the opposite side of the room.
That wall did have a large mirror and she got a very satisfying answer for her question. Her reflection presented her with a girl of perhaps 18 years old, tall and strong looking. Her black hair came about 10 centimetres below her shoulders. Her face could easily belong to one of the world’s top models, but her body was not as thin. That didn’t mean she was fat looking. The pure white robe gave her a regal look. That look was brought out even more by a small, silver crown she hadn’t noticed she was wearing.
Undisturbed, she could have easily lost an hour looking at her reflection, but the wall opposite the throne did have more then mirrors. There were also two doorways in that wall and in one of those doorways stood a young man, around 25 years old. That man was currently looking at her and his face showed clearly he appreciated the view a lot!
In the name of the Lady, © 2007 by Kimby
The story of Frank and what happened to him when God got irritated.
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4. I’m European, so the sport called ‘football’ in this story is real football, not that weird American game. If you live in the USA, you probably know the sport by the name ‘soccer’. It’s not very important for the story anyway. I’m only mentioning it to make fun of Americans: it’s a bad habit. :)
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When Frank noticed the young man standing in the doorway, all kinds of emotions passed through her at high speed. At first, she was of course surprised. While he was clearly standing there for a while already, she didn’t notice him until now. She was happy to see a target for her increasing amount of questions and she was already opening her mouth to start launching them when the look on his face registered.
At age 48, Frank was not exactly very young, but never in his life had he been on the receiving end of such look. It took a moment for her to recognize it, because he was so inexperienced in being the target of admiration and perhaps even lust. When it clicked, she snapped her mouth close again and felt herself blushing in acute embarrassment.
Five seconds later the fact registered that she was now a young, attractive woman alone in the presence of a man. That brought on some fear as she started considering what could happen if that man had bad intentions towards her. Her fear diminished when her brain decided that he didn’t look to be planning some unspeakably evil act, but there was plenty of nervousness audible in her voice when she spoke.
“Hi, who are you ?”
Hearing her voice for the first time was another shock. It surely no longer was the deep masculine voice she was used to hearing. She was distracted a bit, but her attention returned when she heard his smiling answer.
“I’m Peter, former Guardian of Earth in the name of the Lord. It’s nice to meet you Francine”
“Francine ?”
His smile broadened. “Well, I think the name Frank isn’t exactly appropriate for you now. Did you have another new name in mind ?”
“Oh, yes. I guess you have a point. I can see how you decided on Francine. I think it’s a nice name, but if I’m allowed to make my own choice, I’d prefer to be called Alexia.” Once again, she blushed a bit. Never before had she mentioned to anyone the name she secretly made her own many years earlier.
“Of course you’re allowed. Alexia it is then. I can imagine you have lots of questions at the moment. Feel free to ask them and I’ll answer them to the best of my knowledge.”
Alexia smiled grateful at Peter. Then she frowned. She was sure she never saw him before, but somehow he felt familiar. She decided to let it go for now and ask her first question.
“You mentioned a ‘Guardian of Earth’. Are you observing the planet for some far advanced alien race ?”
That got a chuckle out of him. “Not exactly. The Guardian is appointed by God to watch over Earth and intervene when needed. It’s been my responsibility for the last 2000 years.”
So God does exist after all ? I’m not sure how I feel about that. “So Peter, you were responsible for Earth the last 2000 years ? Impressive job you did!”
The accusing tone in her voice caused a brief flash of pain and regret on Peter’s face. “You don’t need to tell me about it. I just got it spelled out for me by the big boss. Believe me when I say I’m not eager to have that happen to me ever again! Besides, that attitude of yours is what caused you to come to her attention. I’d think you’d be a bit more careful now.”
A light bulb started coming on for Alexia now. “You were the one in that white place! Does that mean that other presence was God ? How can that be ? Almost everyone on Earth claims God is male, not female.”
“Yes, that other ‘presence’ as you call it, was God. When I was made Guardian 2000 years ago, God was male. I was as surprised as you today, when I found out that this is no longer true. If things had been going better, I’d have asked her a question about it. Considering the fact that I was being read the riot act, I didn’t think the timing was right.”
Finding out for sure that God existed and that she had actually met her was a severe shock for poor Alexia. Remembering the rather unfriendly remarks about God she made during her life, she also suddenly understood why that meeting was rather tense. In fact, she felt rather relieved that she got away so easy and decided it would be wise to act a bit more careful in the future.
“So where are we now ? Is this God’s throne room ?”
For some reason, Peter seemed to consider that a funny question. He was — rather unsuccessfully — trying to repress his laughter. After a while, he did manage the breath to answer.
“Hardly. I’m not even sure God has a throne room. This one is yours.”
The laughter already told Alexia that her guess was wrong, but the last part of that statement left her speechless. Seeing her utterly stunned look, Peter decided a bit more information would probably be welcomed.
“I guess I forgot to tell you that when God decided to fire me as Guardian due to my rather poor work, she appointed you to be the next one. Since this is the Guardian’s Palace, it’s your throne room.”
If Peter had intended that explanation to remove the stunned look from Alexia’s face, he failed miserably. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, but didn’t manage to say something. Her brain was experiencing a major problem processing those incredibly ridiculous sounding facts. When the shock finally diminished a bit, she managed her question.
“A Guardian ? Me ? Why me ?”
“I guess that was mostly a matter of you being there at the right time in the right place. Your rather forceful declarations with regard to the existence of God grabbed her attention while she was busy telling me exactly how much of an incompetent idiot I had been. She had already decided I was done as Guardian. When she checked you out, she decided you were basically a decent person. You might also remember you had that whole ‘I could run the world a lot better’ attitude at the time, so she decided that it would be a fitting punishment to make you actually responsible for it.”
On hearing this, Alexia swallowed a few times. She got the feeling that perhaps she didn’t get away with insulting God as lightly as she first thought and a small amount of panic was now showing in her voice.
“But I don’t know the first thing about being a Guardian. What if I mess things up ? Is there a course for this position ? Do you have a manual or something like it ? All I’ve been managing so far is a support department. Managing the whole world feels a bit above my league.”
“Relax, it’s not as bad as it sounds. Besides, I’m available to help you since God also decided that my punishment was to be your assistant. She made it very clear to me that I’d share the blame for anything you’d screw up while you’re a Guardian of Earth. You can be sure that goes a long way to motivate me in doing a good job. As you know, I have some experience.”
“Peter, I don’t want to anger you, but somehow I’m not all that confident in an assistant who just got fired from my new job because of incompetence. What help could you give me ?”
Peter looked a bit insulted. “For starters, God left it to me to tell you about your new responsibilities. Without me, you wouldn’t even know what you were supposed to do. My guess is that making us work together is part of her plan to teach us something. Furthermore, in the few millennia I was in charge, I did manage a decent working relationship with most of the religious leaders. Many of them know I’m representing God here on Earth. As you might have guessed I’m Jewish and I was also the first pope. That helped me a lot. I admit working with Muslims can be a bit of a challenge at times, but I’ve managed to come to an understanding with a few of them too. In many cases, it’s mostly a matter of how you present yourself.”
Noticing that Alexia was at least somewhat impressed, Peter mellowed a lot. “Of course, I’m no longer the Guardian now, but I could accompany you to my contacts and present you as the new representative of God.”
Whatever reaction Peter expected, he didn’t think Alexia would stare at him incredulously and then break down in giggles. He considered what he told her, but didn’t see anything in it to cause this kind of reaction. Somewhat annoyed, he demanded an explanation.
“Oh, Peter. I’m sorry for laughing, but do you really not know what you just told me ?”
“Of course I know what I told you. I just don’t think it’s particularly funny.”
“I’m an 18 year old girl now, right ?”
“Well, yeah, I guess”
“A lesbian girl.”
“Eh...”
“A girl who used to be a man.”
“What’s your point here ?”
“Peter, tell me honestly. How many religions would be happy with someone like me as Guardian of Earth ? In the name of the Lady ?”
This took him by surprise and Peter had the decency to look a bit sheepishly. “Oh. Eh. Hum. I heard something about a group of North-American Christian lesbians starting their own church. It had something to do about them not being happy with the current pope.”
That caused a lot more giggling. “Oh Peter, if that’s true then I’ll make sure of course that I give them my attention, but that couldn’t possibly amount to more then a few thousand people. This is a world of more then six billion. Be honest and admit some religions that are a lot bigger would kill me on sight.”
While Peter still looked rather embarrassed, this was something he could address. “You don’t need to fear to be killed since you’re currently immortal. I do admit I should have considered the point about how they would react. I always used shape shifting to meet those religious leaders in a form I knew to be the best at getting cooperation.”
“I’m immortal now ? That’s nice, but I fear that will probably only result in other problems. If they can’t get me, they would no doubt go for those close to me. That means I would need to be careful about contacting others. It would probably be a bad idea if I made an open appearance in that new lesbian church for example. That could endanger them. Unless...”
Peter had mentioned something about shape shifting. If she could do that, then there would be no problem at all! Alexia tried to shift back to her old ‘Frank’ form. Nothing happened.
“Peter, you said something about shape shifting. I’m the guardian now, so I assume I should have that power, but it doesn’t seem to work. What am I doing wrong ?”
“Yes, you should have shape shifting powers. It should also affect any clothing you’re wearing if you desire so. What exactly are you trying to do ?”
“I was trying to go back to my old body as a test. But nothing happened.”
“Ah. Well, I can explain that. You see, God was aware of your obsession with having a young and attractive female body so she gave you one. First I thought it was a kind of reward for you, because you had to take on the responsibility of a Guardian, but then she put limits on your shape shifting. I assumed you wouldn’t be very upset about that considering where you are coming from. I should have considered it would make your work as a Guardian a lot harder.”
“Are you telling me I won’t be able to shift to a male body ?”
“Yes, but it’s more then that. I think it’s even impossible for you to be a plain looking woman. Or an older woman for that matter.”
“Oh.” Alexia did have some mixed feelings about that. On one hand, she was incredibly grateful for the body God had given her now. On the other hand, she had no difficulties understanding that being a young, attractive woman could make it a bit difficult for her at times. Looking young often caused others to dismiss you as inexperienced and unimportant. Being attractive could be a powerful asset, but it could also fire back. Lastly, while she loved being a woman, she had to admit it would make it very difficult - maybe even impossible - to deal with some of the rather patriarchal societies.
“It looks like you will be even more useful for me then you claimed, Peter. At least I assume as my assistant you can still use shape shifting. That way you could go where I would be... less welcome.”
“I lost a lot of my former powers, but it’s possible for you to restore those you feel I should have. You’re also allowed to take more assistants if you feel you need them.”
“Great. I admit I was scared to death at first when I heard what I was facing, but I’m starting to feel better about it. I guess after all those years of claiming I could do a better job, it’s now time for me to prove it. I do wonder what my family and friends will think about my disappearance.”
“You didn’t disappear at all as far as they know. They all think lightning killed you.”
“Oh. I guess that’s only for the best. I believe it would be a bad idea to visit them in this new form. I don’t know how they would react and it could put them in danger. I better put my mind on ‘fixing’ the world. By the way, Peter, since God was here to inspect your efforts in running the world, did she perhaps decide to help a bit in fixing things ?”
“As a matter of fact, she did. She told me she would unleash one of her most powerful weapons on this world.”
“Oh, that sounds interesting. What did she call that weapon ?”
“Guardian of Earth, in the name of the Lady”
Dear reader,
I understand how disappointed you must be that this story ends here. After all, there were no shopping trips, no manicure, no high heals, no awkwardly trying the first bra, no menstruation problems, no makeup and no sleepovers. Hell, there wasn’t even any sex in it or even some kissing. Don’t despair because I promise you now that not all my stories will be this tame.
While it’s possible I will write some sequels later to document the efforts of Peter and Alexia in ‘fixing’ the world, there are currently none planned. I’d like to first try out some other things currently going around in my head.
If you read the entire thing to this point, I’d like to thank you for doing so. If you’d like to help me improve, please tell me what you consider the good and the bad points. I wrote this story mainly for myself, but I do care how you as reader feel about it.
Many hugs,
Kimby