This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? To see the canon Whateley Stories, check out Whateley Academy at (http://whateleyacademy.net (link is external)

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The West house, Tennessee, November 7, 2008
Today, like every day is a struggle for interest. Nothing is interesting anymore and everything follows a routine. Morning, afternoon, and evening is all a routine for me. This morning was no different. I woke up, did my hygiene, and got dressed like how most days are. Maybe today will be interesting.

“James, breakfast!” My mom called to me. Even though I’m should be used to getting up in the morning. I am still groggy and could sleep more. I sit at the kitchen table eagerly awaiting a good breakfast. My mom rarely makes breakfast, but today is different for some reason. I play with my hair as I wait.

“James, we’re going to get you a haircut soon,” Mom announces. I do like my hair longer. Nothing past the ears of course, but I dislike those silly pseudo-military style haircuts I’ve gotten since I was old enough to have hair as much as I dislike long hair. Weirdly enough my hair is growing faster lately. I don’t know why to be honest. Maybe I am getting another growth spurt. I do need one. I’m lacking in all areas in terms of a guy’s body shape considering I stand at the height of five foot even with a child’s frame.

“Mom, can I go to Garrett’s house after school?” I ask as my little sister, Debbie, sat in the seat in front of me. She then proceeded to inhale everything on her plate. I swear that girl acts more like a boy than me. I mentally shiver at that thought.

Mom thought about it for a second and reluctantly said, “Sure, only if you buy groceries sometime in between.” Our house is in a suburban area near Nashville. Everything is easy to get to by walking or riding a bike. Very useful for kids like me.

I give a small smile as I chirp, “thanks, mom!”

My sister stares at me for a few seconds, “You know James, you have a really cute smile. I’m betting you would look hot as a girl. Ever considered cross-dressing?” She laughs giving a mischievous grin. I shiver a little at that thought. Me crossdressing? Never.

I quickly thought of something witty, “You would be jealous of me cross-dressing.” Or at least tried to. I knew I failed to some extent, so I quickly shove my food down, grab my bag, and went to school.

School isn’t too bad if you try not to stand out as my friends and I do. We all agreed that school is a waste of time, and the only reason why we go to it is that we are told to. My friends consisted of three people, not counting me of course. The bigger guy is Dan. He loves sports just as much as he loves anime and manga. Quite an incredible guy really. The willowy build guy is Garret. He’s your man if you need a good storyteller. He always is our dungeon master in Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) nights. Last, but not least, our hidden beauty, Sasha. She hides her beauty very well. Even from us guys, though, I know better. I don’t know why she hides her body so much though. Everything about her is sexy and cute in some way. Maybe it’s because this school is mostly white and she’s the minority as black.

“You look different today.” The sexy black girl told me thoughtfully as she sat in front of me at lunch. We get into lunch before the rest of my friends.

“I do? In what way?” I replied curiously. It’s not every day when someone tells you that you look different.

“I don’t know. In a good way, maybe?” she said then mumbles something inaudible.

“Haha, puberty must be setting in for me. Sooner or later I’m going to be the hottest stud muffin around, and I’ll get all the chicks.” I exaggerated in a silly kind of villainy voice. Sasha rolled her eyes and giggled.

“Your eyes changed, or I think so. Maybe I’m just hallucinating.” The rest of the team walked in and began their line waiting.

“If my eyes are changing. I hope I get lilac eyes. That color would be cool to have. What color would you want your eyes to be, Sasha?” We continued the conversation from that to animals and then to anime. Jeez, I sure do love talking to Sasha, we have a hella lot in common. When the rest sit down we continue the conversation to our DnD night tonight and present our characters. We have a thing where we don’t introduce our characters until the night of DnD. Makes things more exciting.

“We will start with you first, Jamie,” Garrett told me signaling I should introduce my lovely character.

“Well,” I start as I slid my character sheet towards the middle of us. “I made an elf bard with the only idea of playing disruption.” Disruption meaning that instead of attacking normally, I disrupt the enemy to support my teammates. “What makes him different from other elves is that he’s a trap,” I said as I remembered the image of the beautiful, effeminate elf boy. He had purple eyes, short brown hair, and a beautiful body for a guy. I came up with the idea of him randomly when I thought of a DND character. Everyone starts giggling. To explain, a trap is a term from anime culture where a boy is so feminine that they pass for girls. Of course, they’re still guys.

“A trap? That’s a new one.” Questions Dan as he takes a bite of his ‘hamburger’. If you can even call it that.

“Yessurooo, Danny boy. My character is the best boy in all the land! He has a thing for cross-dressing and making guys go kill themselves. Oh yes, this character is lawfully evil and believes that all men should die. Leaving only women and traps. It’ll be the dawn of the new age!” I explain with an evil grin while trying to hold my chuckling. My three friends were laughing. Sasha looked like she was about to die. Was it that funny? I don’t think so. There must be more to this laughter, so I pressed. “What’s so funny?”

“You!” Garrett snickers.

“It wasn’t that funny.”

“Yes, it was!” Sasha finally calming down from her giggle fit.

“How?” I ask curiously.

“Are you going to cosplay like that last time we set up a campaign?” Dan asks with a nice broad grin. Man, I can see why the girls like him. That grin is just infectious. He adds “Like when you dressed as a pirate.”

“What he means to say is, are you cross-dressing,” Garrett said briefly after Dan.

“You are the second person today to mention that I should cross-dress. The answer is no. I’m not interested in wearing women’s clothes. Also, why is everyone asking me that!” I exclaimed with a mocking frustration.

Sasha blurts out, “Because you would look really cute.” I feel my face heating up as I stare down at the lunch table.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” I tell the group softly. I can’t help it. A beauty like Sasha tells me that I’m cute. Regardless of what she meant behind it. A compliment is a compliment. Man, oh man, I can’t wait until I get home. I’m going to brag about this to my sister.

I stand inside the bathroom as I wash my face. It looks a little different than before. More feminine. Maybe I’m just seeing things. My eyes do look different. A bit more purple and bigger. Maybe I’m seeing that too.

Cue a deep voice saying, “Hey faggot.” I know exactly who this guy is.

“Hi Mike,” I said cautiously as I turn around to find a jock towering over me. “What a pleasure in meeting you today?” I said sarcastically with a warm, or at least tried to be warm, smile.

“Nothing, I just thought I show a faggot how real men are.” He grins predatorily.

I lecture, “Did you know that homophobes and transphobes end up being gay themselves?” My mouth forms a smug smirk.

His eyes narrow and frown. Mike walks right up to me grabbing me by the throat, slamming me against the wall. “Give me what I want, or else I’ll beat you to a pulp!” He growled

I grin smugly then shrug, “You won’t do that. If you do, then I’ll make sure to put you in jail.” I feel a strong pain hit me in the gut knocking my breath out. Sending me to a coughing fit.

“It seems like I’m going to have to beat some sense into your faggoty skull,” Mike says angrily through his clenched teeth as he aims his fist high and threatening.

“Fuck you!” I cough. He pulls his fist back, and all I could do is close my eyes, yell “STOP!” and hold up my arms to block. Nothing happen. I open my eyes to find a tensed Mike. He looks like he wants to move, but couldn’t for some reason.

“What did you do?” His voice sounding strained.

I took the advantage to say, “What? You too fearful of me? Now if you don’t mind. LEAVE ME ALONE!” The ‘leave me alone’ part seemed louder than before. Mike drops me and went on his merry way. This is really weird. He normally just beats the shit out of me until someone helps me or I give him what he wants. Oh well, this is better than the alternative. I look in the mirror one last time and my eyes were dimly glowing a violet purple, or maybe that’s just me seeing things. I wash my hands and walk out.

I walk back to my table right when the bell rings. “Son of a bitch,” I mutter as I turn straight around and walk to my next class. Sasha runs up next to me matching my pace.

“Why do you have a bruise on your throat?” She asks with a concerned tone.

I only gave out one name, “Mike.” Her face becomes grim as she remembers how that jock used to bully me.

“You need to stand up for yourself, Jamie. You’re not always going to be saved.”

“You know why I choose not to get violent. This time was different though. I said ‘Stop’ he stopped and when I told him to leave me alone. He did just that. It was the weirdest thing. Maybe he’s afraid of me. Or something else.”

Sasha mutters “Siren” I barely caught it so I ask, “What did you say?” as we stop.

She stares at me thoughtfully for a moment to say, “Nothing, never mind. I’ll tell you later.” As she trots off to class. I shake my head and continue the rest of the school day.

As normal, school is dreadfully boring. History and science weren't too bad. I quite enjoyed both even though I suck at science. I felt a little light headed for most of the day. Nothing too bad, just felt like I was floating. I took the bus to my house and grab my bike. I then cycle to Garrett’s house. It’s the most comfortable place to play. His mom and dad are cool. They always provide delicious snacks.

I knock on the door. The door opens and I’m greeted with a warm smile saying, “Hi Jamie. Ready for your little game?”

My face turns to a broad grin “Hi Mrs. Freitag. Yup, I’m all ready for the game. I’m a bit light headed. If you don’t mind. May I nap on your couch?” I always try to be polite towards the Freitags. They’re the nicest people I know.

“No,” my heart froze for a second as she continues. “You won’t be sleeping on the couch. You’ll be sleeping in a bed.” My grin went from ear to ear hearing that.

“You know, Jamie. When you grow up you’ll be so handsome. That smile of yours is simply beautiful.” I feel my face heating up and look down to hide it.

“Mrs. Freitag. Is it ok to give you a hug?” I said as I fidget.

“Of course, Jamie!” I hug her. I quite like hugging Mrs. Freitag. She’s just the nicest. I never get hugs from my mom let alone my sister. I almost forget how it feels.

“Thank you,” I said in her arms then let go and head off to bed. Is it fortunate or unfortunate that as soon as I’m in the house my body felt heavy and my head ached? I could barely walk as I held the wall for support.

“THUMP!” said the floor as I fade into darkness.

The West house, November 8
I wake up in my bed. I feel fine. Scratch that. I’m way better than fine. I feel absolutely fantastic. Odd, because normally when I get sick it’s for days. I sit up and slide out of the bed. I walk out of the room and to the bathroom to take a piss. I quickly do my business and wash my hands. I look in the sink’s mirror and I see a girl staring back at me. I jump back in surprise, and the girl did the same. I tilt my head and so does she. This is odd, really odd. Is there some kind of window or something and someone is playing a prank? I get a closer look of her as she follows my movements. She is the most beautiful, sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. Big, round, beautiful lilac eyes. A delicate, round, face. Sexy, kissable, lips that made a simple smile sexy. A lithe, agile body with fair skin. Her long hair was a beautiful fine brown and had pointed ears. Oh man, oh man, she was every bit of beautiful and sexy. She didn’t have much in the curve department or the chest either, but she had enough that made you want her.

Wait, she has pointed ears? Maybe she’s some kind of elf. I mean they do exist nowadays, or at least from what I heard on the news.

“Hi!” I said nervously and the girl copies my mouth movements. My voice was different softer and more feminine. Hold on, what? She’s even copying my mouth movements perfectly.

“Oh, oh fuck.” I curse reaching down to the crotch area. It is still there, thank gods. I feel my chest and it is as flat as a board. I threw off my clothes and went to a full mirror. I am the ‘girl’. No, more of a…

“Trap,” I mutter in realization. I start crying and yell “SON OF A BITCH!” I hear thumps racing towards me and the door swinging open to find my mom and sister standing there watching me naked. I quickly turn away from them and covered myself in the fetal position.

“James,” My mom softly coos trying to get me comfortable. All I could do is cry and cover up that I’m crying. “It’ll be ok. We’re here.” Mom rubs my back as I finally stop crying. I look up at her with my tear covered face.

“Really? Is it really going to be fine?” I felt my anger take over “I’m a gods damn bitch boy elf!” I clench my teeth and fists as the tears roll down my cheeks. I just realized why I changed, “I’m also a fucking mutant. Great, now the MCO (Mutant Commissions Office) will be on my cute ass by tomorrow morning.” Mom and Debra giggle as I continue, “Why wasn’t I brought to a hospital? I feel awful and I changed to this…” I pause and continue, “Oh my god, I’m my DnD character. This is exactly the way I pictured him.” I fucked myself over. I did this. This is all my fault. The tears roll down my face like heavy rain as I wailed. All I want to do now is curl up in a little ball and die. I wanted to be a handsome hunk, not some bitch boy.

Debra comes over to me and for the first time in a while, she hugs me. Actually, both are hugging me and holding me. It’s been so long since we did any of this. Especially after that fuck was in our lives. Wait, I thought the fuck was mutant gene free. My ‘father’ is a huge mutaphobic, and he joined the ‘Humanity First!’ because of that. The family even went with him to a few meetings. They were full paranoid fucks just like my ‘father’. He even got my mom tested. Of course, she’s still with us, so she obviously doesn’t have the gene. How did I get the gene? Sometime during all of this, I stop crying.

My mom stands up and announces, “We’re having a family meeting after you get a shower and dressed. Everything will be explained.” She feels like she’s excited about something. Wait, I could feel that? Maybe that was just my imagination or something. Mom and Debra walk out forgetting to close the door. Man, do they live in a barn or something. I close the door and take my shower. Washing, drying, and brushing my hair is harder than I thought. Thank gods it's soft and fine. I’m still going to get it cut. I throw my clothes back on and went into the living room.

I sit on the couch as Debra said, “Jamie, what did you do to your hair?”

I reply with, “Um, washed it, dried it, and brushed it?”

“Well, I guess I should expect this out of a boy. Come here.” She gestures.

“Alright?” I said as I walk towards her. She got behind me with a brush that she somehow had on her.

“You have very pretty hair. I don’t want to see it ruined.”

I smirk a little knowing she can’t see it, “Then you don’t mind if I cut it?”

“No, please don’t do that. It’ll be a waste of good hair.” She groans

“I’ll look like a girl if I keep my hair long.”

Debra sighs, “You’ll look like a girl no matter how long you keep your hair.” I look down as the tears come back from that realization. I feel arms wrap around me pulling me into a hug. “Don’t cry. You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. You beat every girl I’ve seen so far too.” She whispers.

I turn around to mockingly demand, “Where is my sister and what did you do to her?” My sister never acts like this towards me. Hell, she acts the opposite and laughs at me.

“I’m hurt that you think that of me.” She pouts and smiles. “You’re my brother,” she checks my body out. “Ok, maybe more of a half-sister, but still my sibling. I love you even if I act like an annoying brat. That and I feel that you’re more trusting and friendly now.” I was shocked at what she said. What was even more shocking was that she meant it. Oh, so I can really feel other’s emotions. That’s one power, I think. I couldn’t help but throw my arms around her and hug the life out of her. She was taller than me now. Well, she was always taller than me. Wait, what was the last part?

I back away and ask, “What was that last part?”

“That I love you?” She said making me smile broadly.

“No, not that one, silly, the part after that.”

She shrugs. “You mean that you feel more trusting and friendly.”

“Yes, that one. What makes you feel like that?”

“I don’t know. You just feel like that. Why is that so important?”

I said thoughtfully, “I was thinking what are my powers. I already know one, I think I know another, and the last one I’m not sure about.”

Debra excitedly asks, “Can you show me?”

“Sure,” I said with a mischievous grin. “Give me a hug.” She gave me a quick hug and backed away.

“Wow, I couldn’t even move my body. This is a powerful power.”

“With great power comes with great responsibility.” I chirped.

“What are your other powers?” She energetically said almost bouncing with excitement.

Mom came in with a plate full of tea. The only times I’ve seen her do this is when we have guests over. “Sit down you two, and have some tea. This may be a bit of a shock.” We both sit on the couch while Mom sits in the chair across from us. “There is no easy way to say this. I’ll be straightforward. I cheated on Peter with a mutant man named Alex.” There was a serene silence.

I ask, “You mean the father isn’t our biological father and Alex is our biological father?” She nodded, “Oh thank gods! I hated that man. After what he did to you, Mom. I wanted to kill him, and you know me about my anti-violent rule. That fuck would be an exception.” Mom feels relief and happy from that comment. “I don’t know why you didn’t stay with him and get away from that bastard.”

“I made a stupid mistake thinking I had to stay with Peter because I thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t until he started drinking that I learned I made a mistake. I called Alex and told him what happened. He should be coming down here soon. He’s quite a businessman, so he barely has time for anything else.”

“This explains why I’m a mutant. Wait, doesn’t that mean Debra could be a mutant too?” She nods as I could feel the excitement coming from Debra.

“REALLY! I could be a mutant too and get superpowers and be gorgeous like my sister-brother here?” Sister-brother? Is that even a thing?

“I’m still a boy despite my good looks, you know.” I cross my arms and pout in protest.

“You’re too cute to be a boy.” Replied Debra.

“Enough you two, I made an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. I’m hoping you’ll be going back to school soon.”

I groan, “I don’t wanna go back to school. Look at me. Am I really able to go back to school?”

“You’re healthy enough to walk and be witty, so yes. I already explained to your teachers what happened to you.” Damn it. I was hoping to get out of school.

“Can I contact my friends so they can see what happened to me. Also, can I cut my hair? I dislike how long it is.”

“Sure, go ahead. We’ll get you a haircut when we go to the doctor’s tomorrow, though I rather you not. Your hair is gorgeous.” I blushed. It’s not every day my mother calls a body part of mine beautiful.

I called the gang and asked them to come over if they can. They all agreed. It’s not too far from my house to their houses, so they’ll be quick coming here. While I wait, I played video games. A time later, I hear the doorbell ringing.

Mom yells “James, can you get that?”

“Yes, mom,” I answer back as I run straight to our front door. I stop nervously at the door. I take a deep breath, smile, and open it. I see my friends standing in a triangle formation. The looks on everyone’s face are priceless. The three of them found me incredibly attractive with their jaws dropped. I didn’t have to use my empathy to know that. Dan and Garrett had tight bulges in their pants. Sasha was the only one that I had to use empathy on. Not like I can really control it. I could tell they didn’t feel nervous. You would be thinking someone in this state of awe would be nervous.

Sasha breaks the ice, “Who are you, and where is Jamie?”

I said in an innocent, but sultry tone, “Oh, little old me? You’ll find out soon enough. Come in and sit down. You’ll probably need it for what I’m about to tell you.” They did just that. “Now that we are all situated and comfortable. Let me tell you who I am. I’m James ‘Jamie’ West. That cute boy that you all know and love.” Everyone’s jaw drops.

“So, you turned into an elf girl?” Dan inquiries with what I could feel. A bit of lust and high levels of attraction. Jeez Dan, calm down. It isn’t the first time you’ve seen a girl, well, a beautiful girly boy.

“No, actually, I’m still a boy. You remember the Trap elf bard I made for DnD?” Everyone nods, “This is what I imagined him to be, except with short hair.” Everyone looks like they were trying to hide their giggles, but the dam burst and everyone, except me, was laughing uncontrollably hard. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. At least I have good looks now.”

Everyone abruptly stops laughing and says, “Good looks? You’re calling your looks good?” His voice rises in volume. “Jamie, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen! Simply calling you good or pretty doesn’t cover it.”

“You’re just saying that.” I chuckle when I ask with a blush, “Are you?”

“No, we are not.” Said Garrett as everyone nods in agreement. Jeez, am I that beautiful? This is just feeding my ego.

“Well enough of that. I need to ask Sasha a question.” I look at Sasha and all her sexiness.

“What is it, Jamie?”

“What do you mean by siren?”

“I’m sure you already noticed it, but you can command people. I’m betting you can copy voices and break people’s eardrums too.”

“How do you know this?” Dan questioned.

“I googled it when I mutated.” The whole room went silent. All I can hear is the clock going ‘tick-tock’.

“Who wants cookies?” Mom interrupted the silence to bring a batch of cookies. Jeez, what is with everyone today. Mom never bakes, and rarely does she cook. I cook most days. It’s better than the alternative of being poor.

“Me me me!” Dan childishly said. I never realized that Dan could be cute. Hold on, what was I just thinking?

“Thank you, Ms. West,” Sasha said.

“We’re getting sidetracked, when did you manifest?” I demanded.

“Before I met you guys.” Sasha casually said. Well, this explains why she’s so sexy and why she hides it.

“What are your powers?” Garrett inquired.

“Nothing big. I lift things and shock people. I’m a bit shocking if I do say so myself.”

“Well, that explains what happened to that freak who got a little handsy,” I said.

“So, what’s it like to go from a cute boy to a beautiful trap?” Sasha questioned with an intense feeling coming from her.

“Well, Sasha, my dear girl. It's fucking weird.”

“JAMES LANGUAGE!” Mom screams as I straighten up.

“Sorry, mom. The powers part is cool. I just wish I didn’t look like a girl. It doesn’t matter how pretty I am. I don’t like being mistaken for a girl.”

“What are your powers, by the way?” Dan muffled with a mouth full of cookies.

“Dude, swallow before you talk. I don’t like seeing half eaten cookie in your mouth. As Sasha said, I am a siren. I also can feel other’s emotions, and I give some type of aura where it makes me seem more trusting and friendly.”

“That explains why I feel like I should trust you.” Garrett mocked.

“Can you show us?” Dan bounces with excitement.

“You didn’t trust me before? I’m hurt!” I said dramatically. “Sure, Dan,” I said with a mischievous grin. I use my siren powers to say, “Dan, Garrett, kiss each other passionately.” Immediately the two boys kiss each other rather passionately. They then break up and start gagging. Well, Dan gagged. Garrett enjoyed it. Things you learn about your friends every day. We all burst out laughing.

“Why did you do that?” Dan screeched getting red in the face.

“You said you wanted to see my powers.” I giggle. “I was just showing you what I can do.” I giggled even harder.

I could feel an idea pop up into Sasha’s head. Sasha pulls up her phone and taps on it. Sasha hands the phone to me saying, “Here, sing this.” It was the lyrics to Devil in I by Slipknot. A song I know too well.

“You sure? I’m probably going to sound like a dying kitten

“Trust me and do it.”

“Alright,” I said sheepishly. As I sing I get really into it. I never knew singing could be this fun. I had my eyes close remembering all the song like I’ve done it a thousand times. I could remember the beat, the tone, and the melody. I open my eyes to find everyone in the whole house watching me with their jaws dropped. “Was I any good?” I said nervously. I never sang in front of people, and anytime I did they would laugh at me and said I sound like a dying cat. Then everyone started clapping.

“I think good is a heavy understatement,” Sasha said.

“You were AMAZING! It was like the whole band was heard singing at their best.” Dan exclaimed.

“Yeah, you were fantastic.” Garrett agreed.

“Really? I was just trying to do my best.”

“Really really!” Dan replied

I turn to Mom, “What do you think, Mom?”

“It was the most demonic, but beautiful song I’ve ever heard. How did you do it?”

“I don’t know,” I said sheepishly. “I guess it’s part of my mutation.”

Sasha sticks out her chest and put her hands on her hips and said with pride. “I told you that you should trust me.”

“That was fantastic, Brister!” Debra exclaimed loudly.

“Brister?”

“The combination of Brother and sister.”

“I’m a boy, not a mix.” I pouted.

“Wanna sing another one?” Sasha asks pulling up her phone.

“Oh sure.” I excitedly said. I never sang like this before, but it was fun. After a few more songs. Everyone went to their homes or beds including me.

November 9, 2008
The next day, I wake up to the sound of my alarm set for the time I normally get up. I did my hygiene stuff. Taking longer than usual in the shower because of my hair. I can’t wait to get it cut. We eat a nice breakfast and head off to the doctors. It took us a bit to get there and into one of those examination rooms. The wait for the doctor was even longer. I hate these rooms. It takes so long for the doctor to finally get in there. The bland room gives me anxiety thinking about what the doctor is going to do with me. I just want to get it over with. The door finally opens to reveal a young hot guy with piercing blue eyes. Man, oh man, is he hot. Behind him was an old man with very little greyish white hair left.

The old man looks at me “So, you must be James. I was not expecting an incredibly beautiful girl.” Then he looks at the clipboard he was holding. “They didn’t say you are a changeling. I’m Dr. Ritter and my assistant here is Frost.” He pointed to the hot guy.

“A changeling? I’m a boy through and through. Call me Jamie, by the way.”

“Denial huh? Well, it isn’t uncommon for people to be so in shock with their end results of their manifestation that they deny what happened.” I don’t like this guy already.

“Sir, really, I’m a boy. I have proof. Trust me.”

“Again, where is this proof that you are a boy, hmmm?” Oh, so I really hate this guy.

I try to say with the warmest smile, “If you don’t mind Mom, can you leave for a second. I have things to discuss with the doctor.” Without hesitation, Mom leaves the room. “Now then.” I pull down my pants and show the doctor and his assistant all my manhood. If I’m even a man anymore. “You see my proof now, Doc?” Dr. Ritter was in shock while Frost was chuckling up a storm. After Ritter composed himself I told him about what happened up to now. He took some blood, Did an x-ray, etcetera.

“Can you touch this piece of iron?” Frost asked me.

“Sure, hottie.” I chirp. What did I say? Why did I say that? I touch the piece of iron. Nothing happens.

“Hmmm, are you getting any rashes from your clothes?” Frost asks.

“No? Why?”

“All the test we’ve done tells us that you are a Sidhe, but you are resistant to iron. That shouldn’t be possible.” Ritter stated.

I ask, “What is a Sidhe? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“The Sidhe are basically elves. Part of the Fey. The Fey are an assortment of creatures. From Mandrakes to dryads.” Frost explained.

“Ah, well. If this helps I when I was making a DnD character. I made a bard elf and I look exactly like how I pictured him.”

“And you couldn’t tell us that sooner?” Snorts Dr. Ritter. I still don’t like him.

“Tell us, did you see anything different about you before the day you used your siren power and how many days did you start working on that character?”

“I think,” I pause to try and remember. “My hair was growing faster than usual. It was about three days before I passed out. Now that I think about it, I had a headache when I was designing the character. I thought I just had a migraine or something, so I took some pills and ignored it.”

“Bingo! That’s the day you truly started manifesting. When you used your siren powers. You ended up using too much then you should’ve. Causing your episode, and changing you quicker than it should’ve.” Frost is on a roll. Man, isn’t he sexy? The fuck is wrong with me?

“Jamie, you’re drooling,” Frost said with a cute chuckle. Causing me to snap out of it and blush. Seriously, what is wrong with me? Am I into men now?

Mom, who’s been right beside for most of the examination, echoes my thoughts. “James, are you attracted to men?”

Flustered I blurted out “No… I…” I sighed, blushed, and looked down admitting in a small voice, “I don’t know. It’s just… It’s just Frost is so hot.” I never had thoughts like that before with guys. What is wrong with me? Is it my mutation that’s making me like this?

My mom sees my distress and says in a calming voice, “There is nothing wrong with liking guys. I think it suits you very well.” That would’ve made me feel better if she didn’t say that it suits me.

“Thanks, mom.” I hide my face in my hair out of embarrassment.

Something pushes up my chin and brushes my hair out of my eyes. I am face to face with the hottie, Frost. How can someone so hot have such a cold name? “It’s okay, Jamie, despite being a guy. I find you really attractive too.” Then Frost gives me a kiss on the lips sending electricity all throughout my body melting me. That was my first kiss. Wow, and what a kiss it was. Come on Jamie, don’t turn into butter yet. Shake out of it. I shake my head focusing on the moment.

“Why did you do that?” I protest.

“I want to know that too, Frost.” Scolds Dr. Ritter

“I don’t know, actually. I do find Jamie really attractive, but I also felt like I could trust him.”

“Well, we are going to reteach about appropriate behavior in a hospital after this.” Frost visibly winces from the comment. I don’t want him to get in trouble. I mean, he did help me understand myself a bit more.

I softly request while looking up at Dr. Ritter. “Please don’t get him in trouble. I didn’t mind the kiss, so it should be ok. Please don’t scold him for being human.”

Dr. Ritter couldn’t stand the puppy eyes he was seeing so he gave up, “Fine, I won’t scold him, but I will warn him that he shouldn’t give inappropriate affection to patients.” Ritter walks out to catch his breath.
He thought to himself ~That boy’s puppy eyes are a weapon of mass destruction~

“Thanks, gorgeous,” Frost said kissing me on the cheek flushing my whole face. All I could do to mitigate the damage is look down. Frost exits to go check if all the tests are done.

I look at Mom. She was giving me a smug smirk. “What?” I said.

“You have a crush on Frost, don’t you?”

“No, but I am incredibly attracted to him. I mean he’s a total stud. So hot! Why is his name Frost? Also, what the fuck is wrong with me and how did I get so attracted to guys?”

“It’s ok, sweetie. I found him attractive too. Lucky, you though. You got to kiss him.”

“Yeah lucky me,” I said softly thinking about how I felt when I kissed him. It was so amazing. I still can’t get over that electric-melting-away feeling.

“You’re drooling again, Jamie.”

“Can’t you let a boy dream for a moment?”

“You can do that while we’re in the car. Let’s focus on the now.”

“Okay, mom.” I pout still thinking about Mr. Dreamy. Right on queue Dr. Ritter and Mr. Dreamy get back.

Dr. Ritter announces, “Good news, Jamie, you are a healthy fifteen-year-old Sidhe boy with an above average estrogen level and will stay that way apart from your age. Just to remind you, Sidhe live a very long time.”

“How long doc?” I ask.

“Well, the first Sidhe ever recorded was born somewhere in the 1800s. They’re still alive today.” Frost answers.

“Wow, I’ll live for that long? Jeez, I better start planning for the future then.”

“No rush, you have all the time in the world, beautiful.” Mr. Dreamy says softly. I’m melting to his words still. Man, what is wrong with me today?

“I scheduled a power testing for tomorrow at the local superhero base. Here’s the temporary pass just in case you get in trouble with the MCO. You are free to go.”

“Thank you, doctor. let’s go, Jamie.”

“Okay, Mom.” I feel disappointed that I must leave Frost so soon. Even if we can’t date. I would like to be friends with him at least. I shake Dr. Ritter’s hand. Then I shake Frost’s hand and I feel a piece of paper. I slide back my hand taking the paper with me. “Bye Frost, and thank you for… um… that.” I blush. Man, I am such a clutz.

“No problem gorgeous. I hope to see you soon.”

“Me too.” Mom and I walk out of the hospital and to the car. During that time, I looked to see what the paper was. It had a phone number on it that said: ‘Call/text me sometime’. Man, it’s only been not even twenty-four hours since I became a trap, and now I’m getting hot guys’ numbers and their kisses. I’m a lucky duck.

Next is the hair salon. When we got there, it had very little consumers. Then again, it’s about lunchtime. I took a seat while Mom got us signed in. I pull out my phone and text Sasha to see what she’s doing.

:Hey Sasha:

:Nothing much, just woke up:

She’s the opposite of my family. Her family is sleep-inners.

:I need to tell you something and I’m still bothered by it:

:What is it, Jamie?:

:I found out I’m attracted to guys:

:How did you find out this?:

:Well the doctor’s assist for some reason kissed me. I felt like I was going to melt:

:Kissing seems to do that:

:I thought I would tell you. I’m still confused about how I started liking guys:

:Jamie, there is nothing wrong with liking guys. Plus, it suits you:

:Funny, my mom said the same thing:

“James, you’re up.” Mom said.

“Hold on one second.” I slowly got up.

:I’ll be right back, I’m getting a haircut:

:Ttyl:

I put my phone away to say, “Alright, I’m ready.”

“Follow me, young lady.” I follow the hairdresser to sit in the chairs in the back.

The hairdresser puts that bib thing on me. “You know, you have very pretty…” then she screams “MUTANT!” I felt a lot of surprise and fear from her

I turn the chair to face her to say, “Haven’t you ever seen a mutant before?” in the calmest manner possible. Somehow, I just kept the emotion in my voice from showing. I then feel a lot of anger and hate coming from her. Eh, fuck.

“GET OUT! NO GENE FREAKS ALLOWED!!!” She shrieked. I quickly take off the bib thing and run back to mom sobbing.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Mom said with a soothing and concerning tone.

“I don’t know, I was just sitting there and the lady started yelling at me. Calling me a Gene freak.” I felt extreme anger coming from my mom. I have never seen anger like this since Peter beat me to a bloody pulp ultimately causing their divorce and escape from that fuck. Peter went to prison after that.

She pushes up my head and wipes off the tears. “Hold on sweetie, I’ll be right back.” She growled making her way to the back. I did not want to watch what was about to happen. I remember what happened last time. It still brings shivers down my spine thinking about it. All I heard was some screaming. Not the normal screaming. The type of demonic screaming that you hear in horror movies. All I could do is stay in my happy place and hope the massacre ends soon. A few moments later my mom came back with a warm smile on her face.

“Please tell me you didn’t kill her?”

“No, I didn’t kill her, but I did do something close to it. Now, let’s go get lunch.” I don’t even want to know.

“What about my hair?”

“Oh, I’ll cut it at home.” Oh Jeez, I hope she’s better than the last time I got a haircut from her. We went to a good restaurant called ‘Food’. Yes, you did not misread that. No, they did not get lazy. The reason why they call it food is because they have a big menu like the cheesecake factory, though it’s still a bland name.

We go through the door and greeted with “Welcome to food, do you want a table or booth?”

“Booth please.” Mom said. We follow the hostess to our booth and sat down.

“Your waiter will be here in a second.” The hostess trots back to her duties. A few moments later the waiter comes over.

“Hi, I’m Timo…” He stops as he looks at me. I notice, so look stare at him. I could see the bulge slowly rising in his pants. Do I really have that effect on people? He blushes cutely and stutters “I’m s-sorry, I’m T-timothy, I-I’ll be your waiter. What do you want to drink?”

Mom glances at me with a knowing smile, “I’ll have a coke.”

“Dr. Pepper for me,” I said with a little smile.

“Infidel.” Mom blurted.

“Says the one who’s drinking the headache inducer.” I retorted.

“Any appetizers, ladies?”

“No, we’re good.” We both replied simultaneously. Timothy was surprised but quickly composed himself. He walked off.

“So, what was that about?” I looked to Mom for answers.

“It seems he was very attracted to you. As was Frost.”

“Just what I want. More attraction from boys.” I griped.

“What? I thought he was cute.”

“MOM!”

“Sorry sorry, Debra never talks about boys or relationships, so I felt now that you look like my beautiful elven daughter. I thought we could have a mother-daughter time together.”

“But, mooooom, I’m your son, not your daughter.”

“I know I know. I just… I haven’t talked or got to know about you kids because I’m working all the time, and now that you manifested. I like to take the time to get to know you both.”

A tear fell down my cheek. “Mom.” I never expected for her to say that. I don’t know what to say.

“Ladies, may I take your order?” Timothy interrupted our heartfelt moment. I quickly wipe my face. Mom and I whipped heads around to find a goofy grinning Timothy.

“I would like the fish and chips sandwich.” Mom said.

“And I would like the Tuna steak.”

“Alright, I’ll be back with your food.” Timothy strutted back.

“What was that grin?” I asked.

“I have no clue.” Mom answered.

There was a loud bang as a man in a nice suit with two men in power suits following behind comes charging on in. He turns to swivel his head trying to find someone. He looks at Mom and me with a grim look on his face. I know exactly what this man is, MCO. The MCO has a reputation for disappearing newly developed mutants. I could feel that man’s hate for me. He stomps over to me and composes himself.

“You,” he points at me “are under arrest for endangering children.” Children? Oh, is he talking about the kids getting who was sitting in the back playing? I didn’t really notice them.

“What do you mean, and who are you?” Mom demanded.

“I’m Agent Johnson, MCO, and your daughter is under arrest for child endangerment.” Oh, now I’m pissed.

I stood up and looked Agent Mcfuckface in the eyes, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I said calmly trying to keep myself composed. I almost thought I was going to scream for a second there.

“Don’t play stupid with me. We have an eyewitness report that you did.”

I take one step closer to him, “Where did I do this?”

“At Haircuts emporium.” He said smugly.

“How about I tell you what really happened. After the going to the doctors about my mutation I went to the said place to get a haircut. Since I manifested into this,” I gestured to myself “I wanted a haircut. I hate my long hair. When I sat down in one of their chairs. Miss…”

“Mrs. Harriett.” Stated Agent Mcfuckface.

“Mrs. Harriet saw my ears.” I shoved my hair behind my ears. I hear gasps from the audience. “She freaked out shouting at me that I’m…. I’m a gene freak.” The tears started falling remembering how she treated me. “I ran out to my mom. She had some words with Mrs. Harriet and we came here to forget about what happened to you,” I shakenly pointed at the three fucks standing there, “Interrupted our nice meal and Mom’s precious mother-daughter time. We never have time to hang out as a family and now…” I collapsed and started wailing. Mom came over the other side of the table to console me.

“YOU should be ashamed of yourselves. Making a girl cry. Are you even men?” The fucks are visibly distraught. I was purposely making a big scene for everyone to watch. Of course, a lot of that was true. Especially the crying. Gods, I don’t remember crying this much.

Agent McFuckface composed himself, “She’s faking, arrest her.” He demanded before the power jocks pointed their huge cannons at me. My tears stop as so did my heart. I stared at the fucks wide-eyed. My heart starts pounding again. Harder than before. I feel my panic arise. McFuckface grabbed my arm.

“NO STOP!” I screeched. Mcfuckface stopped and stared at me. I compose myself long enough to say shakenly, “Please, leave me alone and forget this incident ever happened.” McFuckface lets go of my arm and walk off bringing both his buddies with him.

I felt my lunch from yesterday coming back up, so I said, “Excuse me,” as I proceeded to sprint into the bathroom and cry and puke in one of the stalls.

“Sweetie?” I heard mom calling for me inside of the bathroom. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just crying and puking out my adrenaline. I’ll be out in a bit.” I sniffled.

“I hope you know you’re in the men’s restroom.”

“Of course, I am. I’m a bo…” Son of a bitch I forgot what my appearance. Great, now everyone will think I’m some perverted girl even when I’m not a girl. I quickly wipe my face and walk quietly out of the stall. Every guy was looking at my mom and me. I simply did what hygienic people would do. Wash my hands, turn the guys, and say, “I bid adieu.” Giving a little bow along with it.

We strolled out of the restroom and went back to our seats. Right before we sat down, the consumers and staff around us started clapping and yelling ‘woo hoo’ and ‘good job’. I did not expect a warm welcome. I half expected for everyone to have pitchforks.

A man in a Sunday-best outfit came up to us and chirped, “I would like to say sorry that your meal was ruined. I would also like to say how awesome you were standing up to those numb skulls. I would’ve given in if it was me. To show my feelings I would like to give you your food on the house.” Mom and I glanced at each other.

“Wow really? I would seriously appreciate that. Though, I need something light considering what I did in the restroom.” I sheepishly grin. Free food? Fucking awesome. Our meal was great and easy on my poor tummy. After it, we made sure to pay a nice, handsome tip to our waiter, Timothy. We then drove back home. When I got home. I immediately hit the hay. Today was a majorly fucked up day. Oh, If you’re wondering where Debra is in all of this. She’s at a friend’s house.

I was in a personal study. It’s a bit medieval. The walls were stone. There was barely any light beside the candles and the fireplace. Grand, but casual chairs sat in front of the fireplace. I see a leg dangling off the chair. I move closer for a better look. I look at the chair to see what the person was reading. From the figure and hair. This must be a girl, but then again considering what I look like. It’s better not to assume. The person was reading a book in an unknown language. The book snaps shut with the person standing up and turning around. It was me. The new me of course, but with short hair.

In a cute, demanding voice, “It’s rude to eavesdrop you know!” Making a cute, but sexy pout along with it. Holy mothers of fucking gods I must be dreaming. I pinch myself to wake up. Fuck me, this is real.

Cutely giggling, my twin(?) says, “You’re not dreaming, silly. This is my and your dream world. Pretty cool huh?”

“I guess?”

“There is no guessing here. You do or you don’t. There is no grey line, Silly Billy.”

“Who are you?”

“You!” he giggled.

“No, I mean your name and what are you.”

His silly manner turns serious as so does his face, “I am Adela Trislana, but you can just call me Ad.” He giggles a little bit and continues, “I am half-Sidhe, half human. The last of my kind.” I feel like that is impossible for some reason.

“Yes, silly one. It is impossible until my mother of a mage came along and used magic to produce a half sidhe embryo.”

“Then what are you doing in my head?”

“Well, you are a direct descendant of me, silly one. I am here to hopefully establish half Sidhe as a race.” I feel surprisingly calm after hearing that.

“Then why do you look like…”

“You mean why I look this cute and still be male? Well, to make a long story short, magic. If I try to get into it. It’ll take days just trying to explain everything you need to know.”

“I was going to say a bitch boy, but never mind.” I feel my anger rising. I can’t believe he made me into… into…

“An incredibly gorgeous ‘trap’, as you call them, and gave you awesome powers? I understand why you may resent me, but I’ll be honest with you. You were going to die anyway.”

“What? Why? How?”

“Cancer. I saw a tumor in your brain. If it wasn’t for me you would’ve died.”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Because, why would I lie to you? I need you to help me make babies with magic, and I’m not talking about the stork.” He giggles.

“Make…. Babies…. With…. Magic…. Alright, wake me up I want no part of this. Nope nope nopity nope. This is not what I want to do.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter how you feel right now. We have all the time in the world to sort out your feelings. Just do your normal stuff for now. In the meantime, I’m going to be teaching you magic. Well, more like transferring you a little bit of my knowledge every night.”

“Why a bit?”

“Because if I gave you all my knowledge all at once your head would explode into mush, Silly. This is also easier and faster to do rather than teaching you manually. You really need to know some stuff and quickly for the trials ahead.”

“Oh…”

Ad put his hand on the side of my head, “Yeah, anyway. Here is the first bit.” I wake up with a huge headache. What the fuck was that dream? It was so real. I even pinched myself trying to wake myself up. I look at the time and it was two in the morning. Well, at least I can sleep off the massive headache.

November 10, 2008
The next day I felt groggy as I took my usual shower. I think I said this before; long hair is a pain. Washing it is easy, but drying and brushing it was a time spender. I took at least forty-five minutes to dry my hair. Fifteen to brush it. I wonder if there is an easier way to brush my hair. Then words come into my mind. Words that I could not understand, but I knew what they did. I mumble the words as all the water slides off my body and out of my hair as if I never took a shower.

“What the fuck did I just do?” I said to myself. Well, this is obviously not a coincidence. Oh gods, the dream was real. All I could do from dropping to the floor and cry is sit in the fetal position on the toilet and cry. Not much better, but it kept me from having to dry myself off again.

There was a knock on the door, “Jamie?” my little sister’s voice calls out. “Are you ok?”

I grit my teeth in anger and seethed, “I’m sitting on the fucking toilet crying my eyes out like a girl. What do you think?”

Debra hesitates. She knew her brother was going through a rough time, and that he needed her now more than ever. “May I come in?”

“Sure, whatever.” Debra opens the door to find Jamie naked in the fetal position on the toilet with tears falling down his cheek. She didn’t know what to say, only to comfort the beautiful elf boy.

She asks, “What’s wrong, Jamie?” as she rubs the elf boy’s back.

“Nothing, you wouldn’t understand or believe me anyway.” He barked back causing Debra to wince.

“I may not, but you can just tell me so you feel better.” The elf boy looks at her. Debra couldn’t help, but admire Jamie’s beauty. Even with puffy red eyes, he looks like the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen. Even though he’s a boy. The phallus between the effeminately beautiful elf boy’s legs confirms that.

“Alright, but it’s going to get weird, really weird. Let me just put on some clothes first.” After quickly dressing, I told her everything from the dream. I even showed her magic by controlling the water that was left on the floor of the carpeted bathroom room and drop it into the bathtub letting it drain.

“WOW!” Debra exclaims enthusiastically practically bouncing with energy. “Can you do another one?”

“Um, sure,” I mumble the words to a simple light spell. A bright light floated just above my head blinding anyone looking at it.

Debra covers her face with her hands and yelps, “OW! Turn it off turn it off!”

I quickly dispel the light and say “Sorry” as I gave her a sheepish grin.

“Oh, I forgive you. I think it’s awesome that you’re a witch.” Debra chirps.

“You mean wizard.”

“Details, Shmetails.”

“BREAKFAST!” Mom’s voice yells from downstairs. Debra moves to the door. I walk fast right up to her and hug her from behind.

“Thank you, sis,” I said in a soft voice.

Debra turns around and returns my hug, whispering, “You’re welcome, big bro.” before running downstairs. I’m still shocked how Debra, my annoying brat of a sister, is sincerely helping me. I was pulled out from my shock by my stomach growling.

“Well, I guess it’s time to eat. I’m starving.” I said to no one. I run downstairs to find that there was a plate of food waiting for me on the table. It was pancakes. Hell yes, pancakes. Debra was already inhaling her pancakes, so I eat mine. My sister stops for a second to look on her phone.

“Jamie, look at this,” Debra said as she faces the screen of the phone to me. I look up for a bit and I see Agent Mcfuckface, his two power jocks, and me. It was yesterday. Someone was recording that whole incident. I grab the phone. Then Debra whines “Hey give that back!” I ignore her and start the video. It was exactly what happened at Food and I can even see my face.

I look at the views. The phone read 1, 538, 244 views. The blood drains from my face as I set the phone down and lean back. Oh, my fucking gods. I am so fucked. So very very fucked. 1 million? That’s so many people. So many ideals and opinions and the worst part is that happened all within twenty-four hours. Imagine what it’ll be like in a week.

I have a bad feeling this is going to get big. I must’ve looked distressed because Mom came over and embraced me. I compose myself and look at the phone again. This time reading the comments. Few were nasty, but that’s normal. Others were saying how beautiful I am with some that said that they wanted to get in my pants. I shiver at the thought. A lot of the comments were surprised on how the MCO was going to arrest me without a real cause or warrant. There were a good bit of praise on how I handled the situation even though I had to resort to my powers. Overall the comments were positive. That’s a good sign.

“Mom, I need that haircut you promised me.” Now I have another reason to get a haircut. To not be recognized.

“You sure, sweetie? Your hair is so pretty. I rather keep it long.”

“Sorry mom, I just don’t want to look more girly than I already am. That and I don’t want to be recognized in the video.”

“Good point. I guess I’ll do it. How do you want it?”

“I want it cut short to about below my chin.” Mom’s eyes lit up along with the shocked look on her face that I’m not going to cut my hair boy short even though I like it like that. Mom got the scissors, water spray, and anything else need to cut my hair. When we were done I felt rejuvenated. Like a weight just rolled off my shoulders. “How long until we go?” Thinking I might as well rub one off while we wait. I haven’t tested this body in that way, and for some reason, I’m feeling a little stiff. If you know what I mean

“Not too long. Maybe about another thirty minutes or so. Why?”

“Oh no reason.” Mom looks at me inquisitively. “Fine, I’m just going to play some video games.” Oh yes, some video games alright. I bit my lower to keep my thing down. What has gotten into me today? Oh well shoot first, ask questions later. I run upstairs, into my room, and lock my door. I’m not going to go into specifics, but let’s just say it was explosive. I think I was a little bit loud. Anyway, I use magic to get rid of the yucky liquid I produced. Yes, I know that’s a useless way to use magic, but I don’t care.

Right after that, on cue, I hear Mom calls, “James, we’re going!” I walk downstairs instead of running as my legs were jelly from doing that business. Mom and I get into the car and drive to the superhero base. I forget what they’re called Ranger something. I don’t remember.

When we arrived, there was a limited crowd of protestors. Only about twenty people from what I could see; most held up mutaphobic signs.

An oldish man in his fifties or sixties stands on a small step stool and shouts, “What do we want?”

“No freaks!” The crowd chants back.

“When do we want it?”

“Right now!”

Mom shakes her head as she gripes, “Some people.” I grab her hand and pull her towards the heroes’ base(?) trying to avoid detection.

“Hold it right there, ladies.” The man shouts at us. Oh crap baskets! this is what I didn’t want. I slowly turn to him and see that all eyes of the hateful crowd were on us. This is not my day. Scratch that, week. He continues, “What are you ladies doing going into that vile, corrupt place?” He pauses as a dim light bulb turns on in his head. His face turns grim. “Are you mutants?” I can feel his emotions turning into pure hate and paranoia. There are two options in this situation. The recommended one, that is saying no and that we just were taking a good walk. The not so recommended one is saying yes, and having the crowd become a classic mob like you see in movies or television.

“Yes, he is!” Mom proclaims. This is the day I never thought my mother could be so rash and naive. I facepalm and hope to gods that we make it out of here alive and unscathed. Mostly alive at this point. It became so silent that you could hear hearts beating and birds singing as it was a sunny, but chilly day. I felt a deep shock coming from the crowd. Before I look at the crowd. I adjust up my scarf over my nose and mouth. My winter cap luckily hid my hair. I grab Mom’s arm and run as fast as I could while dragging her behind.

“GET THEM!!!” The crowd screams thunder towards us. You know, in movies or tv shows, when a crowd is running altogether and it makes a thunderous sound. Yeah, that goes for real life too. We get to the door and try to open it, but it’s locked.

“Oh mother fuck!” I curse trying to break open the door. Why do they have it locked of today of all days? I bang on the door and scream, “HELP!” as I tears fall flow down my cheeks. Mom just stood there frozen and shocked at what was happening. She shakes her head and grabs me tight as she sobs that “This is all my fault.” And that “I should’ve kept my big fucking mouth shut.” I was not expecting mom to curse, but given the situation, I didn’t expect anything less. I hold her back and we sob together as we most certainly were about to meet our doom and inevitable deaths.

“Yoink!” is all I heard as I couldn’t feel the cold air or sun’s heat of the autumn anymore. I stop sobbing and look around. We are in a room. It was big and had a bunch of equipment in it. I let go of my mom and look around to find two people, a man, and a woman, standing there smiling at us. I wipe off my tears and composed myself.

“Welcome to the Music City Rangers’ mutant testing facility. Well, really, it’s our base. I’m SlapJack,” The woman gestures herself than to the man next to her, “and this is Yoink. The man who saved you.”

I don’t really know what to say to them, but I do know what I want to say to Mom. I turn to her and screech, “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING??? ANNOUNCING THAT I’M A MUTANT!!!” Mom looks down out of her shame for what she did. Tears start flowing as I got angrier. “YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN US KILLED. HELL, WE SHOULD’VE BEEN DEAD IF THAT BEAUTIFUL MAN NAMED YOINK DIDN’T SAVE US!” I inhale, hold, and exhale trying to calm myself. I turn to the two adults, “Thank you for saving our asses. Without you, we probably be dead or worse. My mom made a HUGE mistake.”

“No problem, I take it your name is…” SlapJack says hesitantly as she looks at the clipboard in her hand. “James West?” She has a confused look on her face.

“Before you ask if I’m a changeling. No, I am not one. Yes, I know I look like a girl. I am, without doubt, a boy. I have the genitals to prove it.” The two supers stare at me wide-eyed.

“But, you’re so beautiful,” Yoink argued.

“That’s what the last guy said. I’ve only been this way since Friday. I barely know why I changed so fast. Can we get this testing over with so I can go back home? I got school in the morning.”

Mom made a sly grin, “Talking about school, are we?”

“Oh, did I mention that you’re getting punished for almost getting us killed?”

“What? You can’t punish me?”

“If I must I’ll command your punishment, and I know you won’t like that.” Mom stared at me wide-eyed then looked down ashamed like she should be. Bitch, almost got us killed. No matter how much I love someone, I can barely forgive almost dying. The two supers stare at us with a look that can only be described as befuddled. “What? Haven’t you seen a kid punish their mother for being rash and naïve?

“No, I can’t say we have,” SlapJack said softly. “Alright, follow us so we can get your interview done. Your mother can stay. We only need you.” I followed her into a small comfy room. She asked me all sorts of questions. Stuff to be expected. Like ‘What are your powers you’ve encountered?’ or ‘When did you first notice you were changing?’. At the very end, she asks me, “What do you want your code name to be?”

“I’ve never thought of that before. If I had to pick a good one that fits my powers. It would have to be Charisma. I’m able to persuade anyone. I haven’t come upon people I couldn’t persuade besides maybe that MCO guy. I don’t’ think he had enough of a brain to persuade with.” Slapjack giggled at that.

“After listening to you and being in the same room as you. I can definitely see why you picked that name. Well, let us move onto the physical testing. Shall we?” We walk into a room filled with different machines. The first machine was a press bar-like device. It wasn’t too difficult at first the weight got heavier and heavier to the point where moving it was extremely taxing. I had to take a small break for that one. Next, was a treadmill. It was relatively easy. Soon it got too fast for me to handle. While I was running I got smacked in the back of the head with a tennis ball. I was not very pleased with that. The last thing we did was a reflex test that lasted about as soon as it began.

After the treadmill, I did a psychic test. The only things I can do is feel other’s emotions and command people with my voice (Really useful by the way). They made me do all sorts of things with my voice. From commanding people to do a simple thing to commanding multiple people. I didn’t know I could do that, though the downside is I have to focus on an area in front of me. I can also do this really powerful screech. I can barely hear it but from the damage, I have done to a poor bullet-proofed dummy. I can tell it could kill.

We then did the magic testing. That was interesting, to say the least. I touched a magic ball and it glowed. Then they saw how much essence I can store. After all of this. SlapJack hands me a MID (Or a mutant identification card; I do not know why they call it MID). The card had a list of power ratings that said, ‘ESP 4 TK(Siren) EX 2 WIZ 4’. Below it, the card listed techniques saying, ‘Receptive empath, Trusting/popular Glamour’.

I hold my hand to SlapJack saying, “Well, this is goodbye.” Then I hold my hand out to Yoink, who’s been here this whole time.

“So that it is.” Yoink sounding a bit disappointed. You know now that I give Yoink a good look. He’s really handsome. His Nordic blonde hair, blue eyes look simply divine… Did I just think that? Whatever. I kiss Yoink on the cheek making him blush cutely. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m doing this again. What is with me and kissing boys? Why do I even like boys? I’m pretty sure I was into girls before. I check out SlapJack to see if I’m attracted to her. She is more of a Russian beauty. Brunette, sparkling emerald eyes. Big beautiful lips. She would be any straight teenage boy’s wet dream. Well then, it seems like I’m into both huh? I need to ask Ad about all of this next time I sleep.

I walk back into the original room we teleported in. My mom was sitting there, waiting patiently. “Mom?” I called.

Her face turned from excitement to sadness. She stands up and walks to me. She stands there for a second with a sad expression while looking down. I grab her and wrap her in my embrace. Mom starts shaking as I felt a warm wetness on my shoulder. “Sorry” is all she whispers hugging me tighter.

“I know,” I whisper back. I hug just as tight back. It seemed like forever as we stood there embraced in each other.

There was a cough. I turned around to find SlapJack and Yoink quietly waiting, “Ready to go?” Yoink says as he walks towards us.

“Yes!” Mom and I synchronize as Yoink touches us both. Next thing I know, I’m standing in front of the building again. This time, there were no Mutaphobics.

“Well, I guess I start school tomorrow,” I said dreading tomorrow.

“Don’t worry, if anything happens, we’ll sue them.”

That makes me feel so much better. As much as I dislike violence, suing or hurting people emotionally is even worse. Mom and I walked back to the car and drove back home. Nothing exciting happened for the rest of the day. That is surprising because nothing but excitement has happened this weekend, and it’s only been three days. I can’t imagine how exciting my life will be from now on. From turning into a beautiful girly elf boy to being almost kidnapped by the MCO. I’m just hoping this week will be easy.

Oh, how I was so wrong.

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Hey guys, thank you for reading. I probably won't start chapter 2 until November, but no worries, I'm doing a Halloween story. I had it in my mind and I thought I would write it for fun. Anyway, until next time.

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I took a shower and did my morning hygiene. My family has always been early risers, so waking up to the night never bothers me. I quite enjoy the night. The darkness feels like a shield of some kind.

“James, breakfast!” My mom yells up to me. Even though our family is early risers. I was still the last one to get up. Of course, all I could do is stumble down the stairs because despite being used to getting up in the dark hours of the morning. I am still groggy and could sleep more.

“James, we’re going to get you a haircut soon,” Mom announces as I play with my hair. I do like my hair longer. Nothing past the ears of course, but I dislike those silly pseudo-military style haircuts I’ve gotten since I was old enough to have hair. Weirdly enough my hair is growing faster lately. I don’t know why to be honest. Maybe I am getting another growth spurt. I do need one. I’m lacking in all areas in terms of a guy’s body shape considering I stand at the height of five foot even with a child’s frame.

“Mom, can I go to Garrett’s house after school?” I ask as I sit down right in front of my little sister, Debbie. Who was inhaling everything on her plate? I swear that girl acts more like a boy than me. I mentally shiver at that thought.

Mom thought about it for a second and reluctantly said, “Sure, only if you buy groceries sometime in between.”

I give a small smile as I chirp, “thanks, mom!”

My sister stares at me for a few seconds, “You know James, you have a really cute smile. I’m betting you would look hot as a girl. Ever considered cross-dressing?” She snorts giving a mischievous grin. I shiver a little at that thought. Me crossdressing? Never.

I quickly thought of something witty, “You would be jealous of me cross-dressing.” Or at least tried to. I knew I failed to some extent, so I quickly shove my food down, grab my bag, and went to school.

School isn’t too bad if you tried not to stand out as my friends and I did. We all agreed that school was a waste of time, and the only reason why we go to it is that we were told to. My friends consisted of three people, not counting me of course. The bigger guy is Dan. He loves sports just as much as he loves anime and manga. Quite an incredible guy really. The willowy build guy is Garret. He’s your man if you need a good storyteller. He always is our dungeon master in Dungeons and Dragons (DnD) nights. Last, but not least, our hidden beauty, Sasha. She hides her beauty very well. Even from us guys, though, I know better. I don’t know why she hides her body so much though. Everything about her is sexy and cute in some way. Maybe it’s because this school is mostly white and she’s the minority as black.

“You look different today.” The sexy black girl tells me thoughtfully as she sits in front of me at lunch. We get into lunch before the rest of my friends.

“I do? In what way?” I reply curiously. It’s not every day when someone tells you that you look different.

“I don’t know. In a good way, maybe?” she said then mumbles something inaudible.

“Haha, puberty must be setting in for me. Sooner or later I’m going to be the hottest stud muffin around, and I’ll get all the chicks.” I exaggerated in a silly kind of villainy voice. Sasha rolls her eyes and giggles.

“Your eyes changed, or I think so. Maybe I’m just hallucinating.” The rest of the team walks in and began their line waiting.

“If my eyes are changing. I hope I get lilac eyes. That color would be cool to have. What color would you want your eyes to be, Sasha?” We continued the conversation from that to animals and then to anime. Jeez, I sure do love talking to Sasha, we have a hella lot in common. When the rest sit down we continue the conversation to our DnD night tonight and present our characters. We have a thing where we don’t introduce our characters until the night of DnD. Makes things more exciting.

“We will start with you first, Jamie,” Garrett tells me signaling I should introduce my lovely character.

“Well,” I start as I slid my character sheet towards the middle of us. “I made an elf bard with the only idea of playing disruption.” Disruption meaning that instead of attacking normally, I disrupt the enemy to support my teammates. “What makes him different from other elves is that he’s a trap.” Everyone starts giggling. To explain, a trap is a term from anime culture where a boy is so feminine that they pass for girls. Of course, they’re still guys.

“A trap? That’s a new one.” Questions Dan as he takes a bite of his ‘hamburger’. If you can even call it that.

“Yessurooo, Danny boy. My character is the best boy in all the land! He has a thing for cross-dressing and making guys go kill themselves. Oh yes, this character is lawfully evil and believes that all men should die. Leaving only women and traps. It’ll be the dawn of the new age!” I explain with an evil grin while trying to hold my chuckling. My three friends were laughing. Sasha looked like she was about to die. Was it that funny? I don’t think so. There must be more to this laughter, so I pressed. “What’s so funny?”

“You!” Garrett stifling a chuckle.

“I know that it wasn’t that funny.”

“Yes, it was!” Sasha finally calming down from her giggle fit.

“How?” I ask curiously.

“Are you going to cosplay like that last time we set up a campaign?” Dan asks with a nice broad grin. Man, I can see why the girls like him. That grin is just infectious. He adds “Like when you dressed as a pirate.”

“What he means to say is, are you cross-dressing,” Garrett said briefly after Dan.

“You are the second person today to mention that I should cross-dress. The answer is no. I’m not interested in wearing women’s clothes. Also, why is everyone asking me that!” I exclaimed with a mocking frustration.

Sasha blurts out, “Because you would look really cute.” I feel my face heating up as I stare down at the lunch table.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” I tell the group softly. I can’t help it. A beauty like Sasha tells me that I’m cute. Regardless of what she meant behind it. A compliment is a compliment. Man, oh man, I can’t wait until I get home. I’m going to brag about this to my sister.

I stand inside the bathroom as I wash my face. It looks a little different than before. More feminine. Maybe I’m just seeing things. My eyes do look different. A bit more purple and bigger. Maybe I’m seeing that too.

Cue a deep voice saying, “Hey brat.” I know exactly who this guy is.

“Hi Mike,” I said cautiously as I turn around to find a jock towering over me. “What a pleasure in meeting you today?” I said sarcastically with a warm, or at least tried to be warm, smile.

“You know what I want.” Well, this isn’t unexpected. Last month he asked for money too.

“Well, can’t your family give you money? Or is your mother still using her money for pot.” I almost feel sorry for the kid, almost. His mother is a known crack whore, so naturally, he’s poor. It doesn’t give him a reason to be hurtful though.

His eyes narrow and frown. Mike walks right up to me grabbing me by the throat, slamming me against the wall. “Give me what I want, or else I’ll beat you to a pulp!” He growled

I grin smugly then shrug, “You won’t do that. If you do, then I’ll make sure to put you in jail.” I feel a strong pain hit me in the gut knocking my breath out. Sending me to a coughing fit.

“Shut up brat or I’ll start aiming for the face. Now, give me your money.” Mike screams as he aims his fist high and threatening.

“Fuck you!” I cough. He pulls his fist back, and all I could do is close my eyes, yell “STOP!” and hold up my arms to block. Nothing happens. I open my eyes to find a tensed Mike. He looks like he wants to move, but couldn’t for some reason.

“What did you do?” His voice sounding strained.

I took the advantage to say, “What? You too fearful of me? Now if you don’t mind. LEAVE ME ALONE!” The ‘leave me alone’ part seemed louder than before. Mike drops me and went on his merry way. This is really weird. He normally just beats the shit out of me until someone helps me or I give him what he wants. Oh well, this is better than the alternative. I look in the mirror one last time and my eyes were dimly glowing a violet purple, or maybe that’s just me seeing things. I wash my hands and walk out.

I walk back to my table right when the bell rings. “Son of a bitch,” I mutter as I turn straight around and walk to my next class. Sasha runs up next to me matching my pace.

“Why do you have a bruise on your throat?” She asks with a concerned tone.

I only gave out one name, “Mike.” Her face becomes grim as she remembers how that jock used to bully me.

“You need to stand up for yourself, Jamie. You’re not always going to be saved.”

“You know why I choose not to get violent. This time was different though. I said ‘Stop’ he stopped and when I told him to leave me alone. He did just that. It was the weirdest thing. Maybe he’s afraid of me. Or something else.”

Sasha mutters “Siren” I barely caught it so I ask, “What did you say?” as we stop.

She stares at me thoughtfully for a moment to say, “Nothing, never mind. I’ll tell you later.” As she trots off to class. I shake my head and continue the rest of the school day.

As normal, school is dreadfully boring. History and science weren't too bad. I quite enjoyed both even though I suck at science. I felt a little light headed for most of the day. Nothing too bad, just felt like I was floating. I took the bus to my house and grab my bike. I then cycle to Garrett’s house. It’s the most comfortable place to play. His mom and dad are cool. They always provide delicious snacks.

I knock on the door. The door opens and I’m greeted with a warm smile saying, “Hi Jamie. Ready for your little game?”

My face turns to a broad grin “Hi Mrs. Freitag. Yup, I’m all ready for the game. I’m a bit light headed. If you don’t mind. May I nap on your couch?” I always try to be polite towards the Freitags. They’re the nicest people I know.

“No,” my heart froze for a second as she continues. “You won’t be sleeping on the couch. You’ll be sleeping in a bed.” My grin went from ear to ear hearing that.

“You know, Jamie. When you grow up you’ll be so handsome. That smile of yours is simply beautiful.” I feel my face heating up and look down to hide it.

“Mrs. Freitag. Is it ok to give you a hug?” I said as I fidget.

“Of course, Jamie!” I hug her. I quite like hugging Mrs. Freitag. She’s just the nicest. I never get hugs from my mom let alone my sister. I almost forget how it feels.

“Thank you,” I said in her arms then let go and head off to bed. Is it fortunate or unfortunate that as soon as I’m in the house my body felt heavy and my head ached? I could barely walk as I held the wall for support.

“THUMP!” said the floor as I fade into darkness.

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I wake up in my bed. I feel fine. Scratch that. I’m way better than fine. I feel absolutely fantastic. Odd, because normally when I get sick it’s for days. I sit up and slide out of the bed. I walk out of the room and to the bathroom to take a piss. I quickly do my business and wash my hands. I look in the sink’s mirror and I see a girl staring back at me. I jump back in surprise, and the girl did the same. I tilt my head and so does she. This is odd, really odd. Is there some kind of window or something and someone is playing a prank? I get a closer look at her as she follows my movements. She is the most beautiful, sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. Big, round, beautiful lilac eyes. A delicate, round, face. Sexy, kissable, lips that made a simple smile sexy. A lithe, agile body with fair skin. Her long hair was a beautiful fine brown and had pointed ears. Oh man, oh man, she was every bit of beautiful and sexy. She didn’t have much in the curve department or the chest either, but she had enough that made you want her.

Wait, she has pointed ears? Maybe she’s some kind of elf. I mean they do exist nowadays, or at least from what I heard on the news.

“Hi!” I said nervously and the girl copies my mouth movements. My voice was different softer and more feminine. Hold on, what? She’s even copying my mouth movements perfectly.

“Oh, oh fuck.” I curse reaching down to the crotch area. It is still there, thank gods. I feel my chest and it is as flat as a board. I threw off my clothes and went to a full mirror. I am the ‘girl’. No, more of a…

“Trap,” I mutter in realization. I start crying and yell “SON OF A BITCH!” I hear thumps racing towards me and the door swinging open to find my mom and sister standing there watching me naked. I quickly turn away from them and covered myself in the fetal position.

“James,” My mom softly coos trying to get me comfortable. All I could do is cry and cover up that I’m crying. “It’ll be ok. We’re here.” Mom rubs my back as I finally stop crying. I look up at her with my tear covered face.

“Really? Is it really going to be fine?” I felt my anger take over “I’m a gods damn bitch boy elf!” I clench my teeth and fists as the tears roll down my cheeks. I just realized why I changed, “I’m also a fucking mutant. Great, now the MCO (Mutant Commissions Office) will be on my cute ass by tomorrow morning.” Mom and Debra giggle as I continue, “Why wasn’t I brought to a hospital? I feel awful and I changed to this…” I pause and continue, “Oh my god, I’m my DnD character. This is exactly the way I pictured him.” I fucked myself over. I did this. This is all my fault. The tears roll down my face like heavy rain as I wail. All I want to do now is curl up in a little ball and die. I wanted to be a handsome hunk, not some bitch boy.

Debra comes over to me and for the first time in a while, she hugs me. Actually, both are hugging me and holding me. It’s been so long since we did any of this. Especially after that fuck was in our lives. Wait, I thought the fuck was mutant gene free. My ‘father’ is a huge mutaphobic, and he joined the ‘Humanity First!’ because of that. The family even went with him to a few meetings. They were full paranoid fucks just like my ‘father’. He even got my mom tested. Of course, she’s still with us, so she obviously doesn’t have the gene. How did I get the gene? Sometime during all of this, I stop crying.

My mom stands up and announces, “We’re having a family meeting after you get a shower and dressed. Everything will be explained.” She feels like she’s excited about something. Wait, I could feel that? Maybe that was just my imagination or something. Mom and Debra walk out forgetting to close the door. Man, do they live in a barn or something. I close the door and take my shower. Washing, drying, and brushing my hair is harder than I thought. Thank gods it's soft and fine. I’m still going to get it cut. I throw my clothes back on and went into the living room.

I sit on the couch as Debra said, “Jamie, what did you do to your hair?”

I reply with, “Um, washed it, dried it, and brushed it?”

“Well, I guess I should expect this out of a boy. Come here.” She gestures.

“Alright?” I said as I walk towards her. She got behind me with a brush that she somehow had on her.

“You have very pretty hair. I don’t want to see it ruined.”

I smirk a little knowing she can’t see it, “Then you don’t mind if I cut it?”

“No, please don’t do that. It’ll be a waste of good hair.” She groans

“I’ll look like a girl if I keep my hair long.”

Debra sighs, “You’ll look like a girl no matter how long you keep your hair.” I look down as the tears come back from that realization. I feel arms wrap around me pulling me into a hug. “Don’t cry. You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. You beat every girl I’ve seen so far too.” She whispers.

I turn around to mockingly demand, “Where is my sister and what did you do to her?” My sister never acts like this towards me. Hell, she acts the opposite and laughs at me.

“I’m hurt that you think that of me.” She pouts and smiles. “You’re my brother,” she checks my body out. “Ok, maybe more of a half-sister, but still my sibling. I love you even if I act like an annoying brat. That and I feel that you’re more trusting and friendly now.” I was shocked at what she said. What was even more shocking was that she meant it. Oh, so I can really feel other’s emotions. That’s one power, I think. I couldn’t help but throw my arms around her and hug the life out of her. She was taller than me now. Well, she was always taller than me. Wait, what was the last part?

I back away and ask, “What was that last part?”

“That I love you?” She said making me smile broadly.

“No, not that one, silly, the part after that.”

She shrugs. “You mean that you feel more trusting and friendly.”

“Yes, that one. What makes you feel like that?”

“I don’t know. You just feel like that. Why is that so important?”

I said thoughtfully, “I was thinking what are my powers. I already know one, I think I know another, and the last one I’m not sure about.”

Debra excitedly asks, “Can you show me?”

“Sure,” I said with a mischievous grin. “Give me a hug.” She gave me a quick hug and backed away.

“Wow, I couldn’t even move my body. This is a powerful power.”

“With great power comes with great responsibility.” I chirped.

“What are your other powers?” She energetically said almost bouncing with excitement.

Mom came in with a plate full of tea. The only times I’ve seen her do this is when we have guests over. “Sit down you two, and have some tea. This may be a bit of a shock.” We both sit on the couch while Mom sits in the chair across from us. “There is no easy way to say this. I’ll be straightforward. I cheated on Peter with a mutant man named Alex.” There was a serene silence.

I ask, “You mean the father isn’t our biological father and Alex is our biological father?” She nodded, “Oh thank gods! I hated that man. After what he did to you, Mom. I wanted to kill him, and you know me about my anti-violent rule. That fuck would be an exception.” Mom feels relief and happy from that comment. “I don’t know why you didn’t stay with him and get away from that bastard.”

“I made a stupid mistake thinking I had to stay with Peter because I thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t until he started drinking that I learned I made a mistake. I called Alex and told him what happened. He should be coming down here soon. He’s quite a businessman, so he barely has time for anything else.”

“This explains why I’m a mutant. Wait, doesn’t that mean Debra could be a mutant too?” She nods as I could feel the excitement coming from Debra.

“REALLY! I could be a mutant too and get superpowers and be gorgeous like my sister-brother here?” Sister-brother? Is that even a thing?

“I’m still a boy despite my good looks, you know.” I cross my arms protesting.

“You’re too cute to be a boy.” Replied Debra.

“Enough you two, I made an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. I’m hoping you’ll be going back to school soon.”

I groan, “I don’t wanna go back to school. Look at me. Am I really able to go back to school?”

“You’re healthy enough to walk and be witty, so yes. I already explained to your teachers what happened to you.” Damn it. I was hoping to get out of school.

“Can I contact my friends so they can see what happened to me. Also, can I cut my hair? I dislike how long it is.”

“Sure, go ahead. We’ll get you a haircut when we go to the doctor’s tomorrow, though I rather you not. Your hair is gorgeous.” I blushed. It’s not every day my mother calls a body part of mine beautiful.

I call the gang and ask them to come over if they can. They all agreed. It’s not too far from my house to their houses, so they’ll be quick coming here. While I wait, I played video games. A time later, I hear the doorbell ringing.

Mom yells “James, can you get it?”

“Yes, mom,” I answer back as I run straight to our front door. I stop nervously at the door. I take a deep breath, smile, and open it. I see my friends standing in a triangle formation. The looks on everyone’s face are priceless. The three of the found me incredibly attractive with their jaws dropped. I didn’t have to use my empathy to know that. Dan and Garrett had tight bulges in their pants. Sasha was the only one that I had to use empathy on. Not like I can really control it. I could tell they didn’t feel nervous. You would be thinking someone in this state of awe would be nervous.

Sasha breaks the ice, “Who are you, and where is Jamie?”

I said in an innocent, but sultry tone, “Oh, little old me? You’ll find out soon enough. Come in and sit down. You’ll probably need it for what I’m about to tell you.” They did just that. “Now that we are all situated and comfortable. Let me tell you who I am. I’m James ‘Jamie’ West. That cute boy that you all know and love.” Everyone’s jaw drops.

“So, you turned into an elf girl?” Dan inquiries with what I could feel. A bit of lust and high levels of attraction. Jeez Dan, calm down. It isn’t the first time you’ve seen a girl.

“No, actually, I’m still a boy. You remember the Trap elf bard I made for DnD?” Everyone nods, “This is what I imagined him to be, except with short hair.” Everyone looks like they were trying to hide their giggles, but the dam burst and everyone, except me, was laughing uncontrollably hard. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. At least I have good looks now.”

Everyone stop laughing almost immediately and said, “Good looks? You’re calling your looks good?” His voice rises with volume. “Jamie, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Simply calling you good or pretty doesn’t cover it.”

“You’re just saying that.” I chuckle when I ask with a blush, “Are you?”

“No, we are not.” Said Garrett as everyone nods in agreement. Jeez, am I that beautiful. This is just feeding my ego.

“Well enough of that. I need to ask Sasha a question.” I look at Sasha and all her sexiness.

“What is it, Jamie?”

“What do you mean by siren?”

“I’m sure you already noticed it, but you can command people. I’m betting you can copy voices and break people’s eardrums too.”

“How do you know this?” Dan questioned.

“I googled it when I mutated.” The whole room went silent. All you can hear is the clock going ‘tick-tock’.

“Who wants cookies?” Mom interrupted the silence to bring a batch of cookies. Jeez, what is with everyone today. Mom never bakes, and rarely does she cook. I cook most days. It’s better than the alternative of being poor.

“Me meme!” Dan childishly said. I never realized that Dan could be cute. Hold on, what was I just thinking?

“Thank you, Ms. West,” Sasha said.

“We’re getting sidetrack, when did you manifest?” I demanded.

“Before I met you guys.” Sasha casually said. Well, this explains why she’s so sexy.

“What are your powers?” Garrett inquired.

“Nothing big. Exemplar one and Energizer one. I’m a bit shocked if I said so myself.”

“Well, that explains what happened to that freak who got a little handsy,” I said.

“So, what’s it like to go from a cute boy to a beautiful trap?” Sasha questioned with an intense feeling coming from her.

“Well, Sasha, my dear girl. It's fucking weird.”

“JAMES LANGUAGE!” Mom screams as I straighten up.

“Sorry, mom. The powers part is cool. I just wish I didn’t look like a girl. It doesn’t matter how pretty I am. I don’t like being mistaken for a girl.”

“What are your powers, by the way?” Dan muffled with a mouth full of cookies.

“Dude, swallow before you talk. I don’t like seeing half eaten cookie in your mouth. As Sasha said, I am a siren. I also can feel other’s emotions, and I give some type of aura where it makes me seem more trusting and friendly.”

“That explains why I feel like I should trust you.” Garrett mocked.

“You didn’t trust me before? I’m hurt!” I dramatically said. I could feel an idea pop up into Sasha’s head. “Besides that, I don’t know.” Sasha pulls up her phone and taps on it.

Sasha hands the phone to me saying, “Here, sing this.” It was the lyrics to Devil in I by Slipknot. A song I know too well.

“You sure? I’m probably going to sound like a dying kitten

“Trust me and do it.”

“Alright,” I said sheepishly. As I sing I get really into it. I never knew singing could be this fun. I had my eyes close remembering all the song like I’ve done it a thousand times. I could remember the beat, the tone, and the melody. I open my eyes to find everyone in the whole house watching me with their jaws dropped. “Was I any good?” I said nervously. I never sang in front of people, and anytime I did they would laugh at me and said I sound like a dying cat. Then everyone started clapping.

“I think good is a heavy understatement,” Sasha said.

“You were AMAZING! It was like the whole band was heard singing at their best.” Dan exclaimed.

“Yeah, you were fantastic.” Garrett agreed.

“Really? I was just trying to do my best.”

“Really really!” Dan replied

I turn to Mom, “What do you think, Mom?”

“It was the most demonic, but beautiful song I’ve ever heard. How did you do it?”

“I don’t know,” I said sheepishly. “I guess it’s part of my mutation.”

Sasha sticks out her chest and put her hands on her hips and said with pride. “I told you that you should trust me.”

“That was fantastic, Brister!” Debra exclaimed loudly.

“Brister?”

“The combination of Brother and sister.”

“I’m a boy, not a mix.” I pouted.

“Wanna sing another one?” Sasha asks pulling up her phone.

“Oh sure.” I excitedly said. I never sang like this before, but it was fun. After a few more songs. Everyone went to their homes or beds including me.

The next day, I wake up to the sound of my alarm set for the time I normally get up. I did my hygiene stuff. Taking longer than usual in the shower because of my hair. I can’t wait to get it cut. We eat a nice breakfast and head off to the doctors. It took us a bit to get there and into one of those examination rooms. The wait for the doctor was even longer. I hate these rooms. It takes so long for the doctor to finally get in there. The bland room gives me anxiety thinking about what the doctor is going to do with me. I just want to get it over with. The door finally opens to reveal a young hot guy with piercing blue eyes. Man, oh man, is he hot. Behind him was an old man with very little greyish white hair left.

The old man looks at me “So, you must be James. I was not expecting an incredibly beautiful girl.” Then he looks at the clipboard he was holding. “They didn’t say you are a changeling. I’m Dr. Ritter and my assistant here is Frost.” He pointed to the hot guy.

“A changeling? I’m a boy through and through. Call me Jamie, by the way.”

“Denial huh? Well, it isn’t uncommon for people to be so in shock with their end results of their manifestation that they deny what happened.” I don’t like this guy already.

“Sir, really, I’m a boy. I have proof. Trust me.”

“Again, where is this proof that you are a boy, hmmm?” Oh, so I really hate this guy.

I try to say with the warmest smile, “If you don’t mind Mom, can you leave for a second. I have things to discuss with the doctor.” Without hesitation, Mom leaves the room. “Now then.” I pull down my pants and show the doctor and his assistant all my manhood. If I’m even a man anymore. “You see my proof now, Doc?” Dr. Ritter was in shock while Frost was chuckling up a storm. After Ritter composed himself I told him about what happened up to now. He took some blood, Did an x-ray, etcetera.

“Can you touch this piece of iron?” Frost asked me.

“Sure, hottie.” I chirp. What did I say? Why did I say that? I touch the piece of iron. Nothing happens.

“Hmmm, are you getting any rashes from your clothes?” Frost asks.

“No? Why?”

“All the test we’ve done tells us that you are a Sidhe, but you are resistant to iron. That shouldn’t be possible.” Ritter stated.

I ask, “What is a Sidhe? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“The Sidhe are basically elves. Part of the Fey. The Fey are an assortment of creatures. From Mandrakes to dryads.” Frost explained.

“Ah, well. If this helps I when I was making a DnD character. I made a bard elf and I look exactly like how I pictured him.”

“And you couldn’t tell us that sooner?” Snorts Dr. Ritter. I still don’t like him.

“Tell us, did you see anything different about you before the day you used your siren power and how many days did you start working on that character?”

“I think,” I pause to try and remember. “My hair was growing faster than usual. It was about three days before. Now that I think about it I had a headache when I was designing the character. I thought I just had a migraine or something, so I took some pills and ignored it.”

“Bingo! That’s the day you truly started manifesting. When you used your siren powers. You ended up using too much than you should’ve. Causing your episode, and changing you quicker than it should’ve.” Frost is on a roll. Man, isn’t he sexy. The fuck is wrong with me.

“Jamie, you’re drooling,” Frost said with a cute chuckle. Causing me to snap out of it and blush. Seriously, what is wrong with me? Am I into men now?

Mom, who’s been right beside for most of the examination, echoes my thoughts. “James, are you attracted to men?”

Flustered I blurt out “No… I…” I sigh, blush, and look down admitting in a small voice, “I don’t know. It’s just… It’s just Frost is so hot.” I never had thoughts like that before with guys. What is wrong with me? Is it my mutation that’s making me like this?

My mom sees my distress and says in a calming voice, “There is nothing wrong with liking guys. I think it suits you very well.” That would’ve made me feel better if she didn’t say that it suits me.

“Thanks, mom.” I hide my face in my hair out of embarrassment.

Something pushes up my chin and brushes my hair out of my eyes. I am face to face with the hottie, Frost. How can someone so hot have such a cold name? “It’s okay, Jamie, despite being a guy. I find you really attractive too.” Then Frost gives me a kiss on the lips sending electricity all throughout my body melting me. That was my first kiss. Wow, and what a kiss it was. Come on Jamie, don’t turn into butter yet. Shake out of it. I shake my head focusing on the moment.

“Why did you do that?” I protest.

“I want to know that too, Frost.” Scolds Dr. Ritter

“I don’t know, actually. I do find Jamie really attractive, but I also felt like I could trust him.”

“Well, we are going to reteach about appropriate behavior in a hospital after this.” Frost visibly winces from the comment. I don’t want him to get in trouble. I mean, he did help me understand myself a bit more.

I softly request while looking up at Dr. Ritter. “Please don’t get him in trouble. I didn’t mind the kiss, so it should be ok. Please don’t scold him for being human.”

Dr. Ritter couldn’t stand the puppy eyes he was seeing so he gave up, “Fine, I won’t scold him, but I will warn him that he shouldn’t give inappropriate affection to patients.” Ritter walks out to catch his breath.
He thought to himself ~That boy’s puppy eyes are a weapon of mass destruction~

“Thanks, gorgeous,” Frost said kissing me on the cheek flushing my whole face. All I could do to mitigate the damage is look down. Frost exits to go check if all the tests are done.

I look at Mom. She was giving me a smug smirk. “What?” I said.

“You have a crush on Frost, don’t you?”

“No, but I am incredibly attracted to him. I mean he’s a total stud. So hot. Why is his name Frost? Also, what the fuck is wrong with me and how did I get so attracted to guys?”

“It’s ok, sweetie. I found him attractive too. Lucky, you though. You got to kiss him.”

“Yeah lucky me,” I said softly thinking about how I felt when I kissed him. It was amazing. I still can’t get over that electric-melting-away feeling.

“You’re drooling again, Jamie.”

“Can’t you let a boy dream for a moment?”

“You can do that while we’re in the car. Let’s focus on the now.”

“Okay, mom.” I pout still thinking about Mr. Dreamy. Right on queue Dr. Ritter and Mr. Dreamy get back.

Dr. Ritter announces, “Good news, Jamie, you are a healthy fifteen-year-old Sidhe boy with an above average estrogen level. I scheduled a power testing for tomorrow at the local superhero base. Here’s the temporary pass just in case you get in trouble with the MCO. You are free to go.”

“Thank you, doctor. let’s go, Jamie.”

“Okay, Mom.” I feel disappointed that I must leave Frost so soon. Even if we can’t date. I would like to be friends with him at least. I shake Dr. Ritter’s hand. Then I shake Frost’s hand and I feel a piece of paper. I slide back my hand taking the paper with me. “Bye Frost, and thank you for um… that.” I blush. Man, I am such a clutz.

“No problem gorgeous. I hope to see you soon.”

“Me too.” Mom and I walk out of the hospital and to the car. During that time, I looked to see what the paper was. It had a phone number on it that said: “Call/text me sometime”. Man, it’s only been not even twenty-four hours since I became a trap, and now I’m getting hot guys’ numbers and their kisses. I’m a lucky duck.

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Next is the hair salon. When we got there, it had very little consumers. Then again, it’s about lunchtime. I took a seat while Mom got us signed in. I pull out my phone and text Sasha to see what she’s doing.

:Hey Sasha:

:Nothing much, just woke up:

She’s the opposite of my family. Her family is sleep-inners.

:I need to tell you something and I’m still bothered by it:

:What is it, Jamie?:

:I found out I’m attracted to guys:

:How did you find out this?:

:Well the doctor’s assist for some reason kissed me. I felt like I was going to melt:

:Kissing seems to do that:

:I thought I would tell you. I’m still confused about how I started liking guys:

:Jamie, there is nothing wrong with liking guys. Plus, it suits you:

:Funny, my mom said the same thing:

“James, you’re up.” Mom said.

“Hold on one second.” I slowly got up.

:I’ll be right back, I’m getting a haircut:

:Ttyl:

I put my phone away to say, “Alright, I’m ready.”

“Follow me, young lady.” I follow the hairdresser to sit in the chairs in the back.

The hairdresser puts that bib thing on me. “You know, you have very pretty…” then she screams “MUTANT!” I felt a lot of surprise and fear from her

I turn the chair to face her to say, “Haven’t you ever seen a mutant before?” in the calmest manner possible. Somehow, I just kept the shakiness in my emotions from showing. I then feel a lot of anger and hate coming from her. I know this isn’t going to be good.

“GET OUT! NO GENE FREAKS ALLOWED!!!” She shrieked. I quickly take off the bib thing and run back to mom sobbing.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Mom said with a soothing and concerning tone.

“I don’t know, I was just sitting there and the lady started yelling at me. Calling me a Gene freak.” I felt extreme anger coming from my mom. I have never seen anger like this since Peter beat me to a bloody pulp ultimately causing their divorce and escape from that fuck.

She pushes up my head and wipes off the tears. “Hold on sweetie, I’ll be right back.” She growled making her way to the back. I did not want to watch what was about to happen. I remember what happened last time. It still brings shivers down my spine thinking about it. All I heard was some screaming. Not the normal screaming. The type of demonic screaming that you hear in horror movies. All I could do is stay in my happy place and hope the massacre ends soon. A few moments later my mom came back with a warm smile on her face.

“Please tell me you didn’t now kill her?”

“No, I didn’t kill her, but I did do something close to it. Now, let’s go get lunch.” I don’t even want to know.

“What about my hair?”

“Oh, I’ll cut it at home.” Oh Jeez, I hope she’s better than the last time I got a haircut from her. We went to a good restaurant called ‘Food’. Yes, you did not misread that. No, they did not get lazy. The reason why they call it food is because they have a big menu like the cheesecake factory, though it’s still a bland name.

We go through the door and were greeted with “Welcome to food, do you want a table or booth?”

“Booth please.” Mom said. We follow the hostess to our booth and sat down.

“Your waiter will be here in a second.” The hostess trots back to her duties. A few moments later the waiter comes over.

“Hi, I’m Timo…” He stops as he looks at me. I notice, so look stare at him. I could see the bulge slowly rising in his pants. Do I really have that effect on people? He blushes cutely and stutters “I’m s-sorry, I’m T-timothy, I-I’ll be your waiter. What do you want to drink?”

Mom glances at me with a knowing smile, “I’ll have a coke.”

“Dr. Pepper for me,” I said with a little smile.

“Infidel.” Mom blurts.

“Says the one who’s drinking the headache inducer.” I retort.

“Any appetizers, ladies?”

“No, we’re good.” We both reply simultaneously. Timothy was surprised but quickly composed himself. He walks off.

“So, what was that about?” I looking to Mom for answers.

“It seems he was very attracted to you. As was Frost.”

“Just what I want. More attraction from boys.” I griped.

“What? I thought he was cute.”

“MOM!”

“Sorry sorry, Debra never talks about boys or relationships, so I felt now that you look like my beautiful elven daughter. I thought we could have a mother-daughter time together.”

“But, mooooom, I’m your son, not your daughter.”

“I know I know. I just… I haven’t talked or got to know about your kids because I’m working all the time, and now that you manifested. I like to take the time to get to know you both.”

A tear fell down my cheek. “Mom.” I never expected for her to say that. I don’t know what to say.

“Ladies, may I take your order?” Timothy interrupted our heartfelt moment. I quickly wipe my face. Mom and I whip heads around to find a goofy grinning Timothy.

“I would like the fish and chips sandwich.” Mom said.

“And I would like the Tuna steak.”

“Alright, I’ll be back with your food.” Timothy strutted back.

“What was that grin?” I asked.

“I have no clue.” Mom answered. There was a loud bang as a man in a nice suit with two men in power suits following behind comes charging on in. He turns to swivels his head trying to find someone. He looks at Mom and me with a grim look on his face. I know exactly what this man is, MCO. The MCO has a reputation for disappearing newly developed mutants. I could feel that man’s hate for me. He stomps over to me and composes himself.

“You,” he points at me “are under arrest for endangering children.” Children? Oh, is he talking about the kids getting who was sitting in the back playing? I didn’t really notice them.

“What do you mean, and who are you?” Mom demanded.

“I’m Officer Johnson, MCO, and your daughter is under arrest for child endangerment.” Oh, now I’m pissed.

I stand up and look Officer Mcfuckface in the eyes, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I say calmly trying to keep myself composed. I almost thought I was going to scream for a second there.

“Don’t play stupid with me. We have an eyewitness report that you did.”

I take one step closer to him, “Where did I do this?”

“At Haircuts emporium.” He said smugly.

“How about I tell you what really happened. After the going to the doctors about my mutation I went to the said place to get a haircut. Since I manifested into this,” I gesture to myself “I wanted a haircut. I hate my long hair. When I sat down in one of their chairs the lady…”

“Mrs. Harriett.” Stated Officer Mcfuckface.

“Mrs. Harriett saw my ears.” I shove my hair behind my ears. I hear gasps from the audience. “She freaked out shouting at me that I’m…. I’m a gene freak.” The tears started falling remembering how she treated me. “I ran out to my mom. She had some words with Mrs. Harriet and we came here to forget about what happened to you,” I shakenly pointed at the three fucks standing there, “Interrupted our nice meal and Mom’s precious mother-daughter time. We never have time to hang out as a family and now…” I collapse and start wailing. Mom comes over the other side of the table to console me.

“YOU should be ashamed of yourselves. Making a girl cry. Are you even men?” The fucks are visibly distraught. I was purposely making a big scene for everyone to watch. Of course, a lot of that was true. Especially the crying. Gods, I don’t remember crying this much.

Officer McFuckface composed himself, “She’s faking, arrest her.” He demanded. My tears stop as so did my heart. I stare at the fucks wide-eyed. My heart starts pounding again. Harder than before. I feel my panic arise. McFuckface grabs my arm.

“NO STOP!” I screech. Mcfuckface stops and stares at me. I compose myself long enough to say shakenly, “Please, leave me alone and forget.” McFuckface lets go of my arm and walk off bringing both his buddies with him.

I feel my lunch from yesterday coming back up, so I say running to the bathroom, “Excuse me.” Then proceeded to puke and cry.

“Sweetie?” I heard mom calling for me inside of the bathroom. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just crying and puking out my adrenaline. I’ll be out in a bit.” I sniffled.

“I hope you know you’re in the men’s restroom.”

“Of course, I am. I’m a bo…” Son of a bitch I forgot what my appearance. Great, now everyone will think I’m some perverted bitch boy. I quickly wipe my face and walk quietly out of the stall. Every guy was looking at my mom and me. I simply did what hygienic people would do. Wash my hands, turn the guys, and say, “I bid adieu.” Giving a little bow along with it.

We stroll out of the restroom and went back to our seats. Right before we sat down, the consumers and staff around us started clapping and yelling ‘woo hoo’ and ‘good job’. I was not expecting a warm welcome. I half expected for everyone to have pitchforks.

A man in a Sunday-best outfit came up to us and chirps, “I would like to say sorry that your meal was ruined. I would also like to say how awesome you were standing up to those numb skulls. I would’ve given in if it was me. To show my feelings I would like to give you your food on the house.” Mom and I glanced at each other.

“Wow really? I would seriously appreciate that. Though, I need something light considering what I did in the restroom.” I sheepishly grinned. Free food? Fucking awesome. Our meal was great and easy on my poor tummy. After it, we made sure to pay a nice, handsome tip to our Waiter, Timothy. We then drove back home. When I got home. I immediately hit the hay. If you’re wondering where Debra is in all of this. She’s at a friend’s house. Today was a majorly fucked up day.

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I was in a personal study. It’s a bit medieval. The walls were stone. There was barely any light beside the candles and the fireplace. Grand, but casual chairs sat in front of the fireplace. I see a leg dangling off the chair. I move closer for a better look. I look at the chair to see what the person was reading. From the figure and hair. This must be a girl, but then again considering what he looks like. It’s better not to assume. The person was reading a book in an unknown language. The book snaps shut with the person standing up and turning around. It was me. The new me of course.

In a cute, demanding voice, “It’s rude to eavesdrop you know?” Making a cute, but sexy pout along with it. Holy mothers of fucking gods I must be dreaming. I pinch myself to dream and wake up. It worked to no avail. Damn it, I’m not dreaming.

Cutely giggling, my twin(?) says, “You’re not dreaming, silly. This is my and your dream world. Pretty cool huh?”

“I guess?”

“There is no guessing here. You do or you don’t. There is no grey line, Silly Billy.”

“Who are you?”

“You!” he giggled.

“No, I mean your name and what are you.”

His silly manner turns serious as so does his face, “I am Adela Trislana, but you can just call me Ad.” He giggles a little bit and continues, “I am half-Sidhe, half human. The last of my kind.” I feel like that is impossible for some reason.

“Yes, silly one. It is impossible until my mother of a mage came along and used magic to produce a half sidhe embryo.”

“Then what are you doing in my head?”

“Well, you are a direct descendant of me, silly one. I am here to hopefully establish half Sidhe as a race.” I feel surprisingly calm after hearing that.

“Then why do you look like…”

“You mean why I look this cute and still be male? Well, long story short, magic. If I try to get into it. It’ll take days just trying to explain everything you need to know.”

“I was going to say a bitch boy, but never mind.” I feel my anger rising. I can’t believe he made me into… into…

“An incredibly gorgeous ‘trap’, as you call them, and gave you awesome powers? I understand why you may resent me, but I’ll be honest with you. You were going to die anyway.”

“What? Why? How?”

“Cancer. I saw a tumor in your brain. If it wasn’t for me you would’ve died.”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Because, why would I lie to you. I need you to help me make babies with magic, and I’m not talking about the stork.” He giggles.

“Make…. Babies…. With…. Magic…. Alright, wake me up I want no part of this. Nope nope nopity nope. This is not what I want to do.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter how you feel right now. We have all the time in the world to sort out your feelings. Just do your normal stuff for now. In the meantime, I’m going to be teaching you magic. Well, more like transferring you a little bit of my knowledge every night.”

“Why a bit?”

“Because if I gave you all my knowledge all at once your head would explode into mush, Silly.”

“Oh…”

Adela put his hand on the side of my head, “Yeah, anyway. Here is the first bit.” I wake up with a huge headache. The fuck was that dream? It was so real. I even pinched myself trying to wake myself up. I look at the time and it was two in the morning. Well, at least I can sleep off a massive headache.

The next day I felt groggy as I took my usual shower. As I think I said this before, long hair is a pain. Washing it is easy, but drying and brushing it was a time spender. I took at least forty-five minutes to dry my hair. Fifteen to brush it. I wonder if there is an easier way to brush my hair. Then words come into my mind. Words that I could not understand, but I knew what they did. I mumble the words as all the water slides off my body and out of my hair as if I never took a shower.

“What the fuck did I just do?” I said to myself. Well, this is obviously not a coincidence. Oh gods, the dream was real. All I could do from dropping to the floor and cry is sit in the fetal position on the toilet and cry. Not much better, but it kept me from having to dry myself off again.

There was a knock on the door, “Jamie?” my little sister’s voice calls out. “Are you ok?”

I grit my teeth in anger and seethed, “I’m sitting on the fucking toilet crying my eyes out like a girl. What do you think?”

Debra hesitates. She knew her brother was going through a rough time, and that he needed her now more than ever. “May I come in?”

“Sure, whatever.” Debra opens the door to find Jamie naked in the fetal position on the toilet with tears falling down his cheek. She didn’t know what to say, only to comfort the beautiful elf boy.

She asks, “What’s wrong, Jamie?” as she rubs the elf boy’s back.

“Nothing, you wouldn’t understand or believe me anyway.” He barked back causing Debra to wince.

“I may not, but you can just tell me so you feel better.” The elf boy looks at her. Debra couldn’t help, but admire Jamie’s beauty. Even with puffy red eyes, he looks like the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen. Even though he’s a boy. The phallus between the effeminately, beautiful elf boy’s legs confirms that.

“Alright, but it’s going to get weird, really weird. Let me just put on some clothes first.” After quickly dressing, I told her everything from the dream. I even showed her magic by controlling the water that was left on the floor of the carpeted bathroom room and drop it into the bathtub letting it drain.

“WOW!” Debra exclaims enthusiastically practically bouncing with energy. “Can you do another one?”

“Um, sure,” I mumble the words to a simple light spell. A bright light floated just above my head blinding everyone looking at it.

Debra covers face with her hands and yelps, “OW! Turn it off turn it off!”

I quickly dispel the light and say “Sorry” as I gave her a sheepish grin.

“Oh, I forgive you. I think it’s awesome that you’re a witch.” Debra chirps.

“You mean wizard.”

“Details, Shmetails.”

“BREAKFAST!” Mom’s voice yells from downstairs. Debra moves to the door. I walk fast right up to her and hug her from behind.

“Thank you, sis,” I said in a soft voice.

Debra turns around and returns my hug, whispering, “You’re welcome, big bro.” before running downstairs. I’m still shocked how Debra, my annoying little sister, is sincerely helping me. I was pulled out from my shock by my stomach growling.

“Well, I guess it’s time to eat. I’m starving.” I said to no one.

It was dark when I woke up. Only five in the morning and I felt wide wake. Waking up later even if only an hour was bliss. Papa was already chopping firewood as the cold and snow was coming fast. Even faster in the mountains.

My chest felt itchy and as I began to help him cut fire wood, my chest felt continually itchy and sore. I’m not as skilled as he is but I can still hold my own. Of course, I could’ve gone faster if my chest didn’t feel so itchy. Placing the wood on the stump and slamming the axe into it. It wasn’t long until the sun began peeking out from the horizon.

After placing the firewood in storage, we began breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and oddly enough pancakes today. We ate while I desperately itched and rubbed my chest. I tried to hide it, but there was nothing that could be hidden from Papa as he asked, “What’s wrong with your chest?”

“I don’t know, it’s all itchy and sore.” I replied.

“Well, don’t scratch it anymore or else you’ll make it worse.” He jotted down something on a piece of paper, “Here, while you’re in town get yourself some itching cream along with the other stuff on the list.” He gave me the list and money.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, I want you to come back before noon, okay?”

“Is it for my new training you’ve been talking about?”

“Yes.”

“Will you ever tell me what the training is about?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Ugh.” I got up, grabbed my backpack, and stretched. “You’re always so aloof with training. Can’t you just tell me what I’m doing one of these days?”

Papa smiled, “I gotta keep you on your toes somehow, Isaac.”

I shook my head, “Well I’m off. I’ll see you soon. Love you. Пока!”

“Пока.” He waved goodbye.

I jogged down the hill and towards town. It’s turning out to be a beautiful day. The azure sky was free and clear of clouds. The sun heated the humid air so there’s no cold. If only my chest didn’t keep bouncing every step I took. With each bounce came pain and every so often I had to stop and rub my chest. At one point, I just jogged holding my chest.

When I got to town, I went into the Library’s bathroom to look at my chest. It was inflamed and looked like boobs. I may need anti-inflammation cream too. I really hope Papa gave me enough money this time. He always adds extra but sometimes when he’s having a bad day, he forgets. I worry about Papa sometimes.

The first thing I do when I get to town isn’t shopping. No, I go to the arcade where the fun is really at. It’s a secret from Papa even though I’m sure he knows. It’s probably why he gives me coins each time I head to town.

I don’t really have much fun besides the occasional airsoft game Papa and me go to. Most of the time I’m reading books or training. Ugh, just remembering the training I’ve been through sends me shivers.

Anyway, the arcade, I played Grand Nitro, a racing game. The game felt really easy to play compared to actual driving. I raced around, dodging cars and civilians. I placed first in the end. Next, went to the new zombie killing game they had.

“Hey, can I play with you?” A masculine voice came behind me. It was a boy, my age.

“Uh sure.” I nearly whispered as he and I put in our coins. It was fun, a little odd to have someone
playing with me since I try to stay away from people, but it was fun. We somehow got through to the final boss before our luck ran out and we died. “That was fun!” I exclaimed with a grin.

The boy grinned smugly back, “You’re pretty good… FOR A GIRL!” He chuckled as if he’s the funniest person in the universe.

I felt myself go small as my face flushed with embarrassment and whispered, “I’m not a girl though.”

His eyes went wide as he made a noise of annoyance and mumbled, “Wasted money.” He stomped away angrily. Uuuuuh, why did he think I’m a girl? I don’t look like a girl, not even a little bit. I have short hair and look like my dad who is gruff and manly. Maybe it was a fluke? I mean, I did have a little bit of a chest on me now since it’s inflamed. Probably didn’t help that I’m small for kids my age. A fluke, it was a fluke.

I decided that I’m done with the arcade for today and went shopping. Papa’s list was very long, and required going to many different stores. First, I got anti-inflammation cream and went into the nearest bathroom. You have no clue how relieved I felt rubbing it on, or how inflamed my chest was. I swore they’re getting bigger by the second. It almost looks like I have boobs. Maybe it’s a good idea to go to a doctor, I’ll ask Papa about it when I get home.

Next, was the ammunition. I always do this first because it takes the longest. Mr. Ivanov always gives me a hard time about buying ammunition from his story even though I always have a signed note from Papa saying that I can buy ammo on his behalf. After a bit of yelling, scolding, and some small sobs, I bought the ammunition.

Next is the foodstuffs. Even though we normally hunt and farm our own food, it’s always good to grab some cans, spices, and other miscellaneous foodstuffs just in case.

I needed a new coat since my last one got mauled by an angry grizzly. I still have the scar across my back. It’s lucky I had a thick coat then. It was a lot of browsing before I eventually found a coat thick and waterproof. Good to have a waterproof coat since it snows more than I wish it did.

Finally, the last items were electronics. Batteries, parts for the generator, the usual stuff, along with gas. We always have to use the generator each year since the power always gets cut off someway somehow. One time, a bear itched it’s back on one of the electric poles, pushing it down. Poor bear got electrocuted.

It was getting close to noon by the time I got the shopping down so I took the short cut through the alleys of town. There’s usually no one but the homeless around here.

“Usually.” I mumbled to myself as I saw four boys smoking cigarettes and drinking, I think, vodka. Some kind of hard liquor. I noticed that one of the boys was the one I met at the arcade.
He also happened to be the one who noticed me, “Hey! It’s that sissy boy I was talking about.”
I waved as I back away, “Nice to see you again, друг. But I really need to get going.” I sheepishly laughed as a nervous tension pulled at my stomach.

“No way to treat a friend. Come here and play with us.” He replied taking big steps closer to me along with his friends.

“Спасибо, thank you, friend, but my papa would kill me if I don’t get home by noon.”

They dashed at me. Oh, they were quick but I was quicker as I sprint, using the narrow alleyway pushed myself to a metal pole that connected two of the building. I grabbed the pole and I would like to say that I climbed onto the building and escaped. Instead the pole came lose as I smacked my head onto the wall as my vision went dark.

When my vision came to, I was being held down on the cold ground. I struggled but to no effect. “So, I see the freak woke up.” A masculine voice laughed. I felt so cold. It took so much strength to lifted my head to see that I had no pants or underwear. While two guys held my legs spread. Is this actually happening? The boy also had his pants off with his raging boner. Oh, this is actually happening. I struggled and choked from frustration.

“It’s crying, Ras.” The dude pining my arms down guffawed along with the lackeys on my legs.

“Great, I’m gonna make this lil’bitch cry even more. I hope it squeals like a pig.”

It took all my breath to say, “Shits.” As I felt something go into my butt, it was thick and disgusting. I nearly screamed but I knew I needed to keep calm. I raised my head again and he had his finger in me. I still had time. Papa told me that the best way to stay compose and regain concentration was focusing on something.

So, I focused on my favorite gun, the Colt 45 Peacemaker. The image was fuzzy and my brain felt like it was pounding against the walls of my skull, but I visualized every inch of the gun, the hammer, the trigger, how to reload, everything. I even visualized what it felt in my hand and the pull of the trigger. Only there was a boom as my ears squealed. I pulled my hand to me; the revolver was in it neatly and a finger squeezed on the trigger. There was a look of shock and awe among the three other boys.

Do you know why the Colt 45 is called the Peacemaker? Nobody seems to know but there’s a phrase they used ‘Judge Colt and his jury of six’. I think it’s this saying that people started calling it the Peacemaker. A mad grin reached my lips and curled to my ears as I fanned two of the five remaining juries into the boys that pinned my legs.

Their fearless leader began running away with his pants around his legs. I took a nice, long, aimed shot right in the back of his knee. He squealed in agony as he fell. I took my time putting on my pants as the little shit crawled away slowly.

I let him have a bit of hope before I took my foot to his injury leg, stomping on it. He screeched as a liquid formed a puddle around his crotch. I kicked him over, “It was just a joke, don’t kill me, it was just a joke.”

My mad grin became stone cold, “So it’s just a joke that you tried to rape me?”

“Yeah, you know, guys do that sometimes.” He chuckled like a terrified hyena.

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t kill you.” There was look of relief on his face, “I’ll just make sure you’ll never be a real man again.” As I stomped on his manhood over and over as he passed out and woke up from the pain. To make doubly sure that he’ll never be a real man again, I used one of the juries to blow a testicle off. After appreciating my work, I put the remaining bullets in anyone left breathing besides the leader. I used one of their phones to call the cops and left sprinting.

***

I don’t know how far or how long I sprinted but it was long enough that by the time I got to my house, I was both tired, hungry, and dizzy. My head pounded, I wanted to scream, and wash myself with bleach.

Papa didn’t seem to be home. Which was good, I don’t even know how to begin to explain to him what happened. I sat down and cried clutching the peacemaker in my hand like some kind of stuffy. I rocked myself back and forth allowing whatever adrenaline, fear, or disgust to flow out of me. I made sure to have a bucket ready and I’m glad I did because I nearly vomited my guts out.
It was a while before I was just staring out into space. My mind blank and my body exhausted. I’d eat something but I’m too scared I’d end up puking it.

Instead, I took a shower. A long, scolding hot showers. Searing and washing away any dirtiness that was left on my skinned. I washed head to toe with a fervor to purge todays events not just from my body but from my mind. Whatever discomforts I had were ignored. I kept scrubbing away until I felt satisfied all of it was gone. I wept more after that.

Eating something made me feel better. I tried to find the peacemaker that saved me but to no avail. It seemed to have disappeared. It’s weird how I just found it in my head.

I thought back to that moment when I found that revolver in my clutches. I was trying to calm myself down and think of a way out. Thinking about how a peacemaker works helped that. Only the revolver was just ‘there’ neatly in my hand with my finger on the trigger. I went through the steps before. Visualized every part of the peacemaker. How the revolver operated. I found the revolver in my hand again. I checked to see if it’s loaded, it was. I went outside and fanned six shots into a tree.

Now all I had was an empty revolver. I felt both stupid and mesmerized at what I could do. I dropped the revolver for some reason and find it to disappear. I visualized the peacemaker again and it appeared in my hand. I shot six bullets again into the tree, dropped the gun making it disappear. A thought occurred to me so I summoned one peacemaker into one hand and the other into another. A small smile of glee curled my lips. I have super powers.

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Hello There! Hoped you all enjoyed the first chapter of From Russia with Love, a whateley fanfic. Adrenaline Jackey has been put on hiatus for a while due to lack of imagination of what to do next. I have a lot of ideas for the series but this story got stuck in my head. So I'm gonna write this one until I'm satisfied or until it ends.

Hope you all have a happy happy day!!!

I find that drawing soothes my nerves. Painting takes time and I have to get it set up, but drawing is easy with just paper and pen, I can let my mind go and doodle. Sometimes I’m working on a picture. Sometimes drawing comics. Sometimes I just doodle. Right now, I’m currently making a really fucked up piece of art while I cry my eyes out for the umpteenth time. Oh boy, am I emotional. I don’t think I’ve ever been this emotional in my life. I’d cried sure, but never for this long. I don’t even know what I’m drawing to be honest, all the tears are staining the paper. I guess it doesn’t matter.

Over and over does the memory of early today play in my head. I shivered and shook as more tears roll down my face with soft sobs escaping my mouth. Nothing I do can take my mind off of what happened. No matter how many times I use my new powers. No matter how many times I draw a stupid tree or a knife. No matter what, the image is so deeply imprinted in both mind and body that I’m reliving it again and again.

At least Papa isn’t here to watch me in pure agony. I don’t know where he went. The van isn’t here so he’s away from the mountain. He said we’re doing training today but he hasn’t come back yet. Oh, what does it matter? I don’t want to train; I don’t even know why we even do that stupid stuff. Papa says that it’s to help me survive in the real world. Survive what? A job interviews? A broken heart? What am I surviving? How often will I must point at gun at someone? Okay, let’s not answer that question. My point is, won’t happen as often as I think it will, or Papa thinks it will.

Though if I never trained then I probably wouldn’t survived today. Had I not received any gun training, or practiced those concentration techniques I wouldn’t probably get uh I don’t want to think about that word. It was a fluke! it won’t happen ever again. Of course, if it does at least Judge Colt and his jury of six will definitely be fanning all those fuckers with justice.

What am I thinking?! Any reasonable person will run away at even a chance something like that will happen, or get roofied and there will be nothing that reasonable person can do about it.

The pounding and aching of my head were too much for me and I decided to take some Tylenol and nap it off. And as I got comfy in bed, I found my eyes heavy and my body heading to the dream realm.

***

If you ever heard a cowbell, they’re such an irritating sound that you’ll want to rip of your ears and sell them to an organ donor. Fun fact: Papa loves cowbells. He especially loves to use cowbells to wake me up in the middle of a nice dream.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” He announced in English like one of those announcers I see on TV.

“Papa, I don’t think I can do today.” I whispered as I held back the tears trying to trickle. I hid into my sheets trying to ignore his cowbell.

“I can’t hear you!” Making a point to ring the cowbell louder.

A surge of anger pierced through as I sat up with the tears pushing their way out onto my face, “I can’t do today! I can’t, I can’t!!” A sob escaped my lips.

Papa’s eyes were confused at first then goggled, “Isaac? That you?”

“Of course, it’s me… Who else could it be?”

Papa’s face slouched into depression. His shoulders slouched and it seemed like what ever energy he had drained from him, “You should look in a mirror.” Papa’s voice soft as a breeze.

I got out of bed, “Why?”

“You’ll understand when you see.” Papa shuffled his feet out of my room.

I strolled to the nearest mirror. I was expecting one of the guys today did something to my face. Actually, I didn’t see my face at all. I stared at a doll like face with a wavy auburn bedhead. The inflammation on my chest was a lot bigger than before too… Those are tits aren’t that? I pushed a hand into my crotch. It was still there, thank god. It felt smaller than I remembered. I felt smaller than I remembered. Not like I had any height to begin with. My feet found themselves walking into the living room, “Papa, why do I look like a girl? Why do I have tits? Also does my new appearance have anything to?”

“Isaac, we need to talk.”

“Agreed! Like today I almost got raped by a bunch of boys. Killed them all though.” I felt so removed when saying that, “I did leave one alive, but not without leaving him a shadow of his former self.”

Papa blinked, “You okay?”

The dam broke and the flood began as I pushed myself into Papa’s arm, “Нет, I’m not, please hold me.”

It was several moments of peaceful serenity and sobbing until Papa opened his insensitive mouth, “You haven’t cried this much since you were a kid.”

I pushed myself away and glared at him, taking a hanky, and wiping the tears from my eyes. “Well, I’m SORRY that I can’t be happy with almost being raped.”

He winced, “What happened? Didn’t you try to run away?”

“I did but the pole I was grabbed broke and I hit my head hard.”

Papa winced again, “Sometimes no matter how much training you have, luck will always beat you.”

“I’m lucky I figured out my power in time.” Pulling a peacemaker from the abyss.
His eyes widened, “And you let one of the guys survive?”

“Yeah? Killing him would be a waste, he needs to know what it’s truly like to suffer.” Papa nearly sprinted into his room, “What are you doing?”

“Packing, just like you should right now.”

“What why?”

“I’ll explain, pack quickly.”

“Okay.” I went into my room, shoving anything in both of the duffle bags I carried.

When I came out, Papa handed me a black card, “Here, if we separate, use it for only the essentials.” He looked at my chest, “And new clothes.” Causing me to blush. I heard the rough roar of a car… no cars. No sure how many, but enough. Papa grabbed two pistols, “I want you to go hide in the forest. If anything happens, live happily and remember your training.” Giving me a journal of sorts, “Read this when you have a chance. If anyone asks you your name, it is Anya Janice Garin, okay?”

I nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“I know I’m not the best at showing affection but I want you to know that I love you. No matter what you read in that journal, I love you.”

“Papa, it’s not like you’re gonna die.”

His eyes were cold and his face solid steel. He was preparing for something, “Trust no Russian, only Red Steel. His address is in the journal.” He hugged me tight. I could feel the tears seeping out of their ducts. “If I don’t come back, take the four-wheeler and make your way towards the address. You have the skills; I know you will survive. Stay frosty and remember your training.” I nodded in his coat, wiping the tears in the process.

“Я люблю тебя, папа.”

“Я люблю тебя, дорогой.”

I ripped myself away from Papa and grabbed the Mosin-Nagant along with some ammo. I think I get the idea of how my powers works and it’ll be easy for me to understand the mosin. I took one look at papa before I head out the door and moved the four-wheeler a little bit away, hiding it behind one of the big rocks. There’s a trail here that we use sometimes.

I sneaked my away and watched through the mosin’s scope. There were at least a dozen men armed to the teeth along with what looks to be a head honcho. A general by the look of his rank. Papa came out in Military Dress Uniform. Looking as spiffy as could be. It’s fortunate that I know how to lip read or else I couldn’t be able to read their conversation.

“General Ivanov!” Papa saluted. Did… Did I just read that right? That’s the same Ivanov that harassed me at the gun store? Now that I’m looking at him, he looks exactly like Ivanov except not so disheveled.

The general saluted back half-heartedly, “Where’s the subject?” Subject?

“He’s in his room, napping, sir.”

The general’s eye twitched, “Then wake it up!” I felt my eye twitch a little. I’m not an ‘it’. I’m a she… now. That’s a weird feeling to feel in this moment.

“Yes, sir!” Papa went back into the house. It was a bit before I saw little balls being thrown out near the general.

The general looked down as his eyes widened in shock, “Граната!” Before there was a mass of explosions knocking most but not all down.

“Holy shits, Papa.” I cursed in English as the cracks of gunfire hit several of the men. Ivanov was definitely dead. Most of his body’s limbs were severed save for an arm while shrapnel was liter through his body. No way a baseline could survive that.

Anytime someone got up, he was hit in the head by a bullet. Papa’s accuracy was on fire and no one but during his reload could move.

A guy stood somehow; I didn’t notice him before but he appeared to be like Snake Eyes from GI Joe except in multi-camo black. I was tempted to hit him with a 7.62 Russian, but I didn’t want to give away my position. It was weird, I blinked and he vanished. The gun fire came to a halt and the as this snake eyes person walked out, I noticed he had a human head in his other hand. My heart and stomach constricted as sight blurred with tears. It was papa’s head.

My finger twitched on the trigger of that Snake eyes mother fucker. I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill him. However, I noticed that more than half the soldiers were still alive though many looked banged up. And there was Snake Eyes mother fucker, we’ll abbreviate it to SEMF, I didn’t know his powers. From what it looks he has some kind of fast-moving powers. If my memory serves me correct, that means not only would he’d be faster than me but could also murder me in a heartbeat. Then again, his power could be teleportation. Which would be even worse because he could teleport around me while I helplessly defend. Not to mention that he may have bullet proof armor which means most of the things I have to kill him would be useless unless I get a good shot.

Rule one of combat is Knowledge, Knowledge, Knowledge. Knowledge about the enemy; knowledge about the location in which you are engaging the enemy; knowledge about yourself and your comrades. I have neither the knowledge about the enemy, I do have knowledge about the location to fight him, but I have not enough equipment to take him down. My chances of killing him are too low at this time. Not to mention I’m bound to fuck up considering what kind of day this has been. No, it’s better to retreat and strategize.

I sighed as I crawled away back to the four-wheeler. Turning the ignition, I took one look back as the tears flowed, “пока береги себя, дорогой, папа.” I traveled down the mountain.

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Hello there! Hoped you enjoyed this chapter of From Russia with Love!! Please have a happy happy day!!!

With red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, I found myself on the long road to the nearest city. I needed to change out the quad with a car and quickly. You don’t hear people using a four-wheeler as a main way of transportation, not to mention that the wheels are meant for on-road, and well it gets cold swiftly on a four-wheeler. Or it’s supposed to, oddly enough I’m not cold at all. Must be part of my mutation… or Russian blood… or training. One of the three. Maybe all of it, but I digress.

I make sure to pull through several shortcuts while going down the mountain. Since I’m on an off-road vehicle, might as well take some off-road options other vehicles just can’t do. By the time I got halfway to the city, it was late and I didn’t want to risk being targeted at night. It’s safer to go out in daylight where the city is lively. Yes, they can still target me but the best they can do spy.

Fortunately for me, I don’t think they know my face yet. I hope they don’t know my face yet. That’ll be a huge advantage for me since I’ll be using a new name and hopefully will get new clothes soon.

My thoughts went to my new, Anya Janice Garin. “Anya,” I said to the fire that crackled in reply. It felt weird saying it, but I needed to make sure that I had no slip-ups. Plus, it’d be awkward to introduce myself as Isaac Kovlov with this very beautiful body of mine. “Anya Janice Garin,” I said again to the fire. I stood up and stage whispered, “I am Anya Janice Garin!” Nothing but the crickets replied back. At least there was no one to hear me embarrass myself.

My eyes went to the Mosin Nagant I took. It was well taken care of and a lot was refurbished along with the insides. Papa told me that tools are always valuable no matter how small and therefore should always be maintained and cleaned. It was probably his own way of telling me why I should clean the damn Mosin for the forty millionth time. I won’t be able to take it apart until I get some tools to unscrew it.

My eyes reached the journal Papa left me. The last words he said to me that he loved me no matter what the journal says. That makes me nervous about what the contents of the journal are. I took a deep breath and opened the journal.

Year 1 of Project Spartan:

The subject had been born 3 kilograms, a healthy. He cried a lot and loudly, I hope this isn’t every day. Mother was in serious pain but is recovering from the traumatic birth.

It’s weird to think that this small alien thing is my child. A child I never wanted and won’t want, but for the love of mother Russia, I’ll do anything and everything. Including giving my firstborn to her.

The subject eats properly from his mother’s breasts. The mother seems slightly depressed but holding up well. I have yet to tell her about the project nor do I think I ever will.

The subject is developing quickly, I can’t tell if it’s because his mother is an exemplar or that’s simple genetics. Either way, things are going quickly. The subject is walking around at 9 months which is impressive.

The subject started communicating with us at 10 months with the simple signs we taught him. I know this is early but the subject is looking to be very smart and strong, that’s if we continue to nurture his talents.

When Ivanov told me, he wanted me on the Spartan Project, I didn’t know what to think. The fact he wanted me to raise the grandchild of Red Steel and my own kid. I don’t really care; I’ve seen enough death to know that life doesn’t matter.

Wow, I uh, I don’t know how to feel about this. Spartan Project? Subject? Mother? Papa said she died before I was born. I’m the grandchild of Red Steel? Shits, this is too much for me. I’m going to bed before this starts getting heavy.

I was back on the road again with my four-wheeler. The usually hot air was cool as it whipped past me. I’m pretty sure I should be freezing considering I’m only wearing a t-shirt. Riding this four-wheeler has gotten me nervous about the wheels. Too much grip can cause accidents if you’re not careful enough. Despite needing to get there faster, I needed to be safe first. I’m not sure if I have any powers that’ll protect me but I don’t want to find out.

My thoughts went back to the journal. I only read one entry of it, a quick entry, but it said a lot I can’t even begin to understand. What is Project Spartan? I’m going to guess it’s like those military movies where they tried to create super soldiers. I happen to be one of the ‘subjects’. If that’s the case then are their other subjects? I shook my head. I won’t get anywhere by thinking about that. I need to focus on what I can understand rather than what I can’t.

Like the fact that my grandpa is Red Steel or that my mother is alive. Or at least not had died before I was born. I’ll have to read more when I get the time. Not sure when I’ll get the time, but I hope it’s soon. I really want to know what happens next.

All sudden my body tingled with a sensation that screamed that I’m in danger. In front of me was a crotch. A black crotch. I nearly wasn’t quick enough to dodge it. I had to lay back on the seat like something out of the Matrix. The black, multi-camo butt passed as I got up and look at the rearview. Holy shit, it was SEMF! He was fucking on a black bike coming at me at higher speeds than my little quad could move.

I didn’t even think about it as I hit full speed on the quad, pulling out a peacemaker and firing at whatever shots I could manage at the guy to deter him. I needed to think of a plan fast. I know now that he’s a teleporter. Which is fucking bullshit, but whatever.

In civilian vehicular combat, it works similar to how air combat works. You get behind the mother fucker and take him out. Considering that he hasn’t opened fire on me, I’m guessing he either doesn’t use guns or he’s trying to capture me. I’m betting on the latter which gives him a disadvantage.

I slowed down, firing jury after jury of Judge Colt’s jury of six. Mostly out of deterrent though, a few shots hit the bike, leaving it undamaged which told me that I’m right, the bike is bulletproof. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. This is going to be a whole lot harder than I thought.

I breathed deeply as I spun the quad around, hitting the bike and flipping my four-wheeler at the same time. Everything was in slow motion as I maneuvered myself and jumped off the quad, taking an excellent potshot at the Snake Eyes Mother Fucker’s head, and rolling on the ground to shrug off the momentum.

I pushed myself off the asphalt, dusting myself off. I patted my body to check for injuries. Besides bruises and scrapes, nothing too bad. Meanwhile, SEMF was gone. Probably teleported away. This tells me that his powers work with his memorization and that he can’t just go anywhere he wanted in a blink of an eye. He had to see the spot and memorize it. Which means he can go anywhere as long as he’s been there once and memorized it. At least that’s how I hoped it worked.

I took a look at the quad, yup, that thing is never gonna work again. I took a breather as the adrenaline dump hit me. Turns out I’m a crier as I ugly wept my little eyes until they were red, puffy, and raw. If I’m not careful, I’m going to dehydrate myself.

I checked my things, making sure nothing was damaged. Then the bike to make sure that wasn’t damaged. It is incredible that it barely had scratches, this thing must be armored to the max with some kind of light composite. Only probably is that it probably had a tracking signal. Not much I can do about that and I desperately needed transportation. Finally, I hopped the bike and rode off with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

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Hello There! Hope you all are enjoying the story so far!! I'd like to announce that this story will be no longer part of Gen 2 fanfiction. Now it'll be in Gen 1.5. A fanfictional class a few What-if writers decided to come together to create. It's starting in the 2011/2012 school year and this character will be a part of it. if you wish to join our Halfway House, this is the link to the discord: https://discord.gg/4vYyj3

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The drive into the city was peaceful. Papa never told me what the city was called, nor did I care about the name. It’s just the place when we needed something that we couldn’t find in town.

The raining ash of grey fell from the coal mines that kept this town running. The ash was everywhere and everyone was covered in it. Papa once talked about how he wishes he could do something about it but considering he was taking care of his subject; he had no time to take care of some small city close to the mountains. I remember coming here as a kid feeling very depressed. This whole place depressed me. It’s just so grey without even a speck of color in it.

Despite the heat, I pulled up a jacket. I don’t want to look like an ashen mess. Fortunately, this place is a place no one wants to visit so I may be safe for now.

I retrieved a wad of cash from the ATM by the bank. Some people were giving me those looks you see in starving animals. I made sure to put the money in a very safe place.

I bought a gas mask and an oval hooded jacket at the local military surplus. For one, I didn’t want to breathe in the ash, and for two to hide my pretty face. The last thing I needed was some shitface getting an idea that I’m easy like that last shitface. I didn’t want to conjure attention more than I needed. Not to mention the government trying to capture me. That’s the last thing on my mind at the moment.

I paid for a motel room and making sure the doors are extra amount of locked. I jumped onto my new bed and drifted off to sleep. Good sleep was hard to come by and while I’m used to sleeping on the ground, a nice cozy, bed beat it all.

When I awoke, it was quiet. I wasn’t used to quiet. I was used to hearing the birds chirped and papa cutting wood as he does. I was also used to the cowbell he used to wake me up at ungodly hours of the morning. I would never hear such a bell ever again. It’s ironic really. I spent most of my time despising the cowbell but now I really miss it.

I shook my head, I needed to think of a plan and soon. I’m not sure how long it’ll be until I find myself at odds with Snake Eyes Mother Fucker, or someone a lot deadlier.

First, I needed clothes and some food. I haven’t eaten in a bit and my boobs are very sore. I’ve been ignoring the sensitive pain but I desperately need a bra, and food, I’m beginning to feel the shakes.

I got some fast food from McDonald's, not the healthiest stuff but it’ll do good for the moment. While I’m chowing down on that I made my way to the clothes store.

It was a drab place, but then again everything is drab here. The only thing with any color is the woman’s section. Which I’m walking towards for some reason. What can I say? This stuff is pretty cute. I needed the essentials so I grabbed sports bras, some really cute skirts, panties, and a few cute blouses. SEE, I’m grabbing the essentials and they look adorable on me.
I wonder what would’ve happened had I been born a girl? Would I just be your usual teenage girl talking about boys, or would they train me to be a soldier like I am now? I don’t really care, too many of these clothes are cute and I love them. I’m getting used to this girl thing quickly. I wonder why that is? It doesn’t matter.

I went up to the cashier to make my purchase. Of course, they tried the usual spiel of getting me to sign up for their cash rewards card. I’ll never fall for their scam! The cashier did give me an add envelope telling me that some guy wants me to have this. I asked more but she didn’t know who besides that he was tall and had a scar on his cheek.

I changed in one of the changing rooms. I can’t tell you how good it felt to wear a bra. I’ve spent more than enough time feeling the uncomfortable sensation of my brand-new mounds of flesh bouncy bounce. Now they only bounce a little and they’re not as sore anymore. Such a good feeling. The feeling of the skirts was great too! I spun around and the cute doll of a girl in the mirror giggled, having the time of her life. I’m having the time of my life. Most of my stuff I got was boring or battle-ready. Now I can be cute, fashionable, and practical. I bought some spanks to keep from showing my panties. Also, I don’t like the feeling of scrape knees haha. I put the rest in my bag.

I tore open the letter and it said, ‘Come back to the McDonalds you once were. We need to talk about the future.’ Is this a trap? Probably, maybe, I was getting hungry anyway so I guess I’ll go. Not like they’ll attack me in a public place. I don’t think they want to make themselves incompetent to the public eye.

When I reached the McDonalds, there was an old man with a scar going from his ear to cheek. Very much had an “I’m a bad guy” look going on. I shrugged, ordered two more burgers, and sat down in front of him. He was reading a tablet, and I was eating my burgers. An intense silence hung between us for a moment. We never took our eyes off each other. He was sizing me up, and I was thinking of ways to kill him without being panic.

He sighed in German, “The way you look at me is like a wolf eyeing a rabbit.”

I spoke back in German, “Wolves hunt in packs. I don’t need a pack to kill you and your friend casually pointing a gun at me.” I’m going to guess that this was a test cause no one smart would possibly point a gun in public and so blatantly.

Scar man laughed making some kind of hand gesture as the man put away his pistol, “You’re quite an observant one, fräulein.”

I sat back and crossed my legs, “My father taught me so.” Taking a sip of my drink, “What do you want?”

“Down to business, I see. Well, I come from a certain organization that wants to help you.” He slid over a business card and it read nothing but twin lightning bolts standing for SS.

I smiled, “What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch, kleines fräulein. We can have you heading to Argentina in a few hours.”

I smiled deeply, “I’d love that. I’ve been fighting for days and I’m so tired of it. I nearly got my head chopped off by some ninja dude.” I laughed nervously.

The Scar man was relieved by my words, “I’m sorry, I’ve been quite rude. My name is Adolf Hilde.” Holding out his hand.

I shook it, “Anya Garin.”

“Well, Miss Garin. Come at this location,” Writing down an address on the card he gave me, “and you’ll be on a flight from Germany by tomorrow.”

I shook his hand again, “Thank you, Mr. Hilde. I’m excited to finally get out of this hell hole.”

He laughed and waved goodbye as he stepped out and so did his comrade. I sat there with the biggest, wildest, maddest grin I’ve ever held in my life. It was so big that my face muscles were hurting. Today is a good day.

I made a stop to grab a screwdriver for the Mosin. I felt like I was on cloud nine. I skipped the whole way home with glee. Oh, today is a good day.

I dismantled the mosin making sure I fully understood what I was looking at. Bolt actions are simple in design, designed that way, but they still are complicated compared to a lot of guns. I closed my eyes and visualized all the parts, the bullets, the operation, and the bolt. I found a Mosin Nagant nearly identical to the other one. Another huge smile spread across my face.

The meeting place wasn’t far from my motel. I made sure to keep hooded and masked. I didn’t want anyone to notice me as I slipped through the alleys and parkoured through the buildings. It wasn’t long before I was at the rendezvous point.

“Mr. Hilde? It’s me, Anya Garin. Are you there?” I called out to the darkness. A figure came up and gestured to me. I followed him into a facility, an old warehouse. There were more people. Mostly men with one small woman all playing cards. Seems like a simple game of blackjack.

The figure was a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes, “Boss, the girl is here.”

Adolf Hilde came out of an office, “Hello, Ms. Garin. I’m glad you’re here, we’ll be heading out soon.”

“Oh, before that can you introduce me to your compatriots.” Hilde made a noise in German and all the people lined up one by one and listed off their names. They all wore old German uniforms. You know the ones. “Is this it?” I asked.

“Yes, fräulein.” Hilde chirped.

I smiled wildly, “Good.” As I fanned Judge Colt’s juries, one for each fucking Nazi skull. I didn’t have enough and that gave Hilde enough time to pull out a Mauser, only had enough time to let it hit my right shoulder as I fanned all six shots into Adolf Hilde’s ugly Nazi face. Despite the splitting pain in my shoulder, I felt good, really good. I let out a maniacal laugh as I double tapped all the bodies. Can’t let fucking Nazis have even a teeny chance at life, “I hate Nazis.” I spat as I patched myself up with their medical supplies, took whatever was on them, and their vehicle which was a van. “Tonight is an excellent night for Nazi killing.”

First, it was learning that I’m part of some super soldier project and now Nazis are after me. NAZIS! My life is both bitter and wonderful right now. Papa would be really proud of me. I’m betting he’s looking down with that proud grin he would give me from time to time right now. I miss him a lot.

Crying seems to be the norm for me now. Everything that happens ends with me crying. Is it because I’m a girl? Is it because my whole life was basically turned upside down? I’m going to say both. At least I killed a group of Nazis. My shoulder ached and burned, I needed to stop several times to redress it, and I’ll have to perform surgery on myself soon which I’m very not happy about. Eh, the price to pay for killing Nazis.

When I woke up the next day, I decided against performing surgery on myself. I didn’t trust my hands, I’m too shaky from lack of food and fatigue. I don’t want to hurt myself by accident. Finding a doctor in a town I’ve never been to is difficult. I decided to get some food and stalk the local practice. I had asked around about doctors in the area, and they all told me that this Dr. Andreev was the best they had in town. I’ll have to trust their words. The practiced closed late and I’m guessing it doubles as a house for the doctor. When all the nurses left. I rang the doorbell.

“Whoever is it, we have closed for the night unless it’s an emergency, please wait until tomorrow.” The doctor on the other side answered.

“I’m sorry but this is an emergency.”

“This better not be a prank, girl.” As he opened the door, “Oh, I’ve never seen your face around.”
I gave a very painful smile, “Yes, well I come from out of town.”

“You’re quite young to be from out of town. Where are your parents?”

“Can you let me in, please? I’m in a lot of pain.”

“Of course, of course,” I walked in and tumbled on the couch, “What’s the problem?” I pulled back my new jacket and shirt to show my shoulder, “Holy fuck, are you okay?” He nearly ran to me as he observed my wound, “How did you get shot?”

“If I tell you that it was Nazis, would you believe me?”

He shook his head, “Either way, you need to go to a hospital not some general practice.”
My laugh was dry and hurt my shoulder, “I’ll pay you a whole lot of money if you don’t send me to a hospital. Along with fixing my arm, and keeping quiet.”

Dr. Andreev game me this look, “I don’t know about this.” He rubbed a hand through his hair,
“Fine, but only if you don’t do anything stupid afterward.”

“Can’t promise that, but I can at least try.” Giving him the best smile I could conjure.

The doc facepalmed, “Good enough, I guess. Come, lie on my table.”

The doctor was good if not better than what they said. He was really quick, proficient, and got the bullet out in no time. I’m going to guess he’s some kind of military doctor.

“Were you in Afghanistan?” I curiously asked.

“What an odd question.” He answered.

I flushed, “Sorry, just you were really good at pulling out that bullet.”

“Only because your body was healing it out by the time I started operating.”

“Healing it out?”

“Yes, it’s what happens when mutants who have regeneration get shot.” His eyes narrowed, “No more questions, I’ll give you food and you can sleep here. I expect you to leave by morning.”

“Yes, sir.”

He took one more look at me and left in a grumble. I get a distinct feeling he didn’t like me. I ate my food but I left before he could call the Department of Mutant Inhabitants. I’m definitely not ready to pick a fight with anyone. I drove my van into an abandoned garage and slept there for a night.

The morning came, I was procrastinating reading the journal. I took a deep breath and opened it up. Red Steel’s address was on the other end of the journal. The address was in Stalingrad. I looked it up on the GPS that was so handsomely put in the car. Holy shit was that far away. I wonder if I can steal a plane? No that’d only put more attention on me. It wasn’t too far just a few more days and I’ll be there. I just didn’t know if I had a few more days. I sighed, ignited the car’s engine, and drove off.

My shoulder felt so much better after that quick little surgery, I had checked on it and it was healing quick. I think the doc was right about having some kind of regeneration. I already know I’m an Exemplar considering my change into this beautiful body I’m loving. There was a hand mirror and I spent a lot of my time looking at how pretty I am. Is it weird that I really love being a girl? Everything so far has been so so much better than being a boy. I feel so what’s the word? Correct! I feel correct in this gorgeous body of mine. I look like someone out of some fantasy movie. I look like I’m half-elf, half-dwarf. Well except for the pointed ears. I have a six-pack, very thick thighs, and thick arms while appearing very nimble and lithe. It’s very unique and wonderful, I’m loving every second of it.

Not loving the bullet in my shoulder though, or the fact that I’m on the run from kind of government organization who wants to use me as their super-soldier. That’s not a lot of fun. Hopefully, Red Steel will help. He is my dedushka after all.

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Hello there! Hope you enjoyed chapter 4 of Spetsnaz as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Killing Nazis in writing is a fun time.

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