"What you send forth comes back to thee, so ever mind the law of three. A lesson to be learned, once learned you will be free. Another point of view is what you must see."
These words will change Marks life forever, for better or for worse is yet to be seen.
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"Mark! Get up now or you'll be late for school!" said Mark's mother, pulling the blankets down to get him out of bed. Mark groaned as the early morning light hit his face. "Get up!" his mother yelled once more before leaving the room.
The 16 year old Mark Brenan crawled out of bed and looked around his room. The room was a total mess: clothes were scattered all over the floor and hanging on the backs of chairs, soda cans were lying crushed here and there, the crust from last nights pizza laying on the bedside table. Not that Mark cared about any of this, it was exactly how he liked his room and set it apart from the overly clean nature of the rest of the house. He picked up a T-shirt and a pair of jeans from the floor near his closet, gave them a sniff and decided they were clean enough. He pulled them on over his boxers and headed downstairs for breakfast.
"What's for breakfast?" he asked his mother as he entered the kitchen and plopped down in the chair at the table. His mother came in buttoning up her coat, her purse slung over her shoulder.
"I'm sorry honey," she said. "I have to head into work early today, there's a very important client coming in and the boss wants us all to make a good impression. You're gonna have to make your own breakfast." Mrs. Brenan was a secretary at a law firm downtown that serviced all the richest people in the state of New York.
"Who could possibly be so important that you can't make me breakfast?" exclaimed Mark. "I shouldn't have to make my own breakfast, that's what you're here for!"
"Mark, please, not today. I have to get to work, I can't afford to be late. Eat some cereal and get to school." Mrs. Brenan walked out the door without another word and Mark could hear the car pulling out the driveway as he poured a bowl of cereal and grumbled under his breath about the lack of a good breakfast.
Mark finished his breakfast and headed to school. On the way there he ran into his 2 buddies Jeff and Steven.
All three of the boys were tall with Mark being the shortest 5'10''. Jeff Matthews and his brother Steven both had medium length jet black hair and green eyes. In contrast Mark had short-cropped blond hair that spiked near the front and blue eyes that captivated many girls.
The boys were walking to school together when they spotted a boy and girl walking on the other side of the street. The three boys ran to the other side of the street to intercept them. "Hey wimp! I thought I told you not to come down this street if you knew what was good for you," exclaimed Mark. Mark raised his hand as though to throw a punch and the boy, Sam, threw both hands over his face to protect himself. The three boys laughed at his attempts of self defense.
"Leave him alone Mark, he hasn't done anything to you." The girl, Stephanie, stepped between Mark and the cowering Sam, holding her books curled to her chest, a defiant look on her face.
"What's the matter Sam, you gonna let a girl try to fight your battles for you? Guess you're not man enough to fight us. I wouldn't blame you, I am pretty powerful. Get out of here before I beat the snot out of you." Stephanie quickly led Sam away around the corner while the three boys laughed like hyenas. They continued on to school, completely unaware that they were being watched.
After school Mark had to walk home alone as Jeff and Steven had detention. On the way home he stopped at the corner store down the street from his house and bought a 24 oz. bottle of Mountain Dew and a candy bar. On the way out the door he bumped into an old lady carrying her groceries. The old lady dropped her groceries and they scattered. "Watch where you're going," cried Mark and continued on grumbling under his breath. He stopped and looked back when he heard the old lady start to say something.
"What you send forth comes back to thee, so ever mind the law of three. A lesson to be learned, once learned you will be free. Another point of view is what you must see." The old lady then turned away and entered the store. Mark shook himself and headed back home, the ladies weird words floating in his head.
Mark woke up to the sun shining through his window. He had the weirdest feeling that he had had a dream last night but for the life of him couldn't remember what it was about. There was a knock on the door and his mom called through the door. "Martha it's time to wake up and get ready for school."
Martha? Who’s Martha? he asked himself. He opened his eyes and looked around his room. The first thing he noticed was that it was clean. There was no food lying out, no clothes on the floor or backs of chairs, no trash around the bed, everything was sparkling. Mark sat up and he felt an unusual weight on his chest. He looked down and couldn't believe what he was seeing! He quickly jumped out of bed and ran over to the full size mirror in the corner of his room (Where did this come from? he wondered to himself). In the mirror stood a beautiful teenage girl with long, slightly curly blond hair, wearing a pink silk nightie with black lace fringe, but no sign of Mark. He spun around and looked around his room but there was nobody else there, he lifted his hands and looked at them and so did the girl in the mirror, he touched the large foreign objects on his chest and so did the girl in the mirror. At this point Mark was beginning to freak out. What happened to me?!
"You have received a chance to redeem yourself Mark." A voice behind Mark spoke. He whipped around and there stood the old lady he had bumped into at the corner store the day before. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Did you do this to me? How do you know my name? Why did you do this? Turn me back now!"
"I will not," came the reply.
"Turn me back you old hag!" he yelled. Mark noticed his voice was higher than usual.
"To return to your normal self you must first learn a lesson. You are rude, sexist, selfish and egotistical and a large amount of negative energy has built up around you," explained the old lady. "Remember the spell I used yesterday outside the store. 'What you send forth comes back to thee, so ever mind the law of three. A lesson to be learned, once learned you will be free. Another point of view is what you must see.' The negative energy you have exerted will come back to you if you don't offset it. I am giving you a chance that many never get, a chance to avoid karma."
"And what if I don't want this chance?! What if I liked my life the way it was?!" exclaimed Mark hysterically. How could he go out in the world as a girl? He was a boy! The best of the best, no girl could measure up to that!
"It is too late for that. Here is how this works. You are a 16 year old girl, a beautiful young thing if I do say so myself," stated the woman. "As long as you behave like a good little girl you will stay as you are until you have learned your lesson in its entirety. Should you misbehave however, your age will drop and you will get younger with each mistake. The changes will only occur while you sleep and when you awake any changes in age will be made apparent by your surroundings and by those who surround you. Your friends and family will accept you as though nothing were different, only you will know what has happened. Do not tell anyone, because they will not believe you. I must go now, and remember that you are a 16-year-old girl now, many things that were once a part of your life will react differently to your new appearance. Learn your lesson quickly Martha and Mark may continue his life, but continue as you are and Mark shall be replaced by Martha forever." Then with a snap of her fingers the old lady disappeared and Mark, or Martha as he must now go by, was left alone in her room to panic.
There was another knock on the door as his mother entered and said "Martha it's time to get ready for school. You aren't even showered yet? Hurry and get in the shower, I'll pick out an outfit for you." In his daze Mark didn't even think to argue. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower so it could heat up while he got undressed. He removed the nightie and got a good look at the underwear he was wearing. He went to bed last night in nothing but his boxers and now he was wearing a bra and panty set that matched the nightie. Then his mind began to panic again. He grabbed at his crotch area and saw what was missing, despite how the morning had gone he still remained hopeful, but if anything could dash his hopes it was this. His penis was missing! The pride of every man and it was missing! At this he began to weep.
He cried for a full minute before he realized he was acting like a girl, that despite appearances he was still a man on the inside and he had to act like it. He dried his eyes and finished undressing. After adjusting the temperature of the shower he climbed in. He went to reach for his shampoo and noticed that his normal shampoo wasn't there. In it's place was a new bottle labeled with a girls brand of 2-in-1 banana-scented shampoo and conditioner. He kept looking hoping to find something, anything, from his old life but even his curtains had been changed, it's as though Mark had never existed, there had only ever been Martha.
Mark set all of this to the back of his mind to mull over at a time when he had more time to think about it without interruption. He started washing his hair but then realized he had a lot more hair to wash this morning than he did the last time he showered. He pulled the length of his hair forward and looked at it with mournful eyes. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and his mom came in. "Hurry up, you don't have time to mess around this morning," she said.
"Don't you know how to knock?" he yelled at her. "Get out!"
"Don't talk to your mother that way young lady. Now hurry up and finish in there, I have a nice outfit picked out for you and it's laying on your bed." His mother turned and left the bathroom closing the door behind her. Mark quickly finished washing his (her?) hair and moved on to the soap. The bar of soap he found in the shower was purple and scented with lavender. He started to scrub himself down and then stopped. He had never been so intimate with a female body before and felt rather uncomfortable. Yea, it was his body (how weird is it to think that?) but it was hard for him to reconcile his own body with the female one he had started to scrub down. For starters there were these huge tits! Everytime Mark looked down he saw them! Then farther down there was another difference, the introduction of a pussy! All Mark wanted to do was explore this new body but he didn't have time, his mom would be barging in to rush him again before long. He washed down his new body, just barely glancing over the skin before rinsing off and getting out of the tub.
Hanging on a rack on the back of the door were a couple of scented towels with floral decorations on them. He wrapped one around his waist and exited the bathroom to head back to his room. "Martha! Some decency?!" his mother yelled. It was only then he realized that he was a girl and girls wrap their towels around their chests, not around their waists. He rushed back into the bathroom and correctly wrapped the towel to cover (his?) tits.
Properly covered he then proceeded to his bedroom to take a look at the clothes his mother had left out for him. As he looked over at his bed his jaw dropped. He couldn't wear that! Laying on his bed was a pair of pink cotton panties with a matching bra, a black miniskirt and a red t-shirt with the school mascot, a wildcat, on it. No way am I wearing a skirt to school! That's what girls wear! thought Mark. He rushed over to his closet and began rifling through but found not one stitch of male clothing. He had no choice but to wear what his mother had put out for him. "That crazy old bat thought of everything didn't she?" Mark asked himself. With no options left to him and already running late for school he hurried and put on the outfit his mother had left out for him. He struggled to get the bra on at first but eventually he turned it backwards and hooked it from the front then turned it around and fit it over his tits. As the bra settled over his tits Mark felt a tingling sensation run through his body. He filed it away to think about later, along with a hundred other things. Finally, fully dressed, he rushed downstairs where his mother was waiting.
"Oh honey, you forgot to brush your hair, it looks a mess. Come here." His mother pulled a hair brush from her purse and pulled Mark close to brush his hair down. "Moooom! Stop it!" he exclaimed.
"Oh okay little miss Martha,” she said in a smart-aleky voice. “You're hair is all settled now, would you like a ride to school?" Mark thought about it, weighing his options. On one hand if he walked to school someone might see him wearing a skirt, but on the other hand they were going to see him in a skirt anyways once he got to school. Then he remembered that only he knew that he was a boy, everyone else would just see a girl that they knew as Martha. "I'll walk to school." Then he hurried out the door without another word. It was going to be an interesting day that was for sure.
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I wanted to clarify here that there is a reason for the language used in this chapter, reasons that if not already obvious will become obvious in later chapters. I don't want to give it away let's just say it has to do with the way Mark thinks.