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This is a story thread that is going to be rated NC-17, so if you're not supposed to be reading this, kindly escort yourself out. If you do read this, you agree that I am not to be held responsible for anything that may offend you. You read this of your own free will. Enjoy. One more thing, please do not ask if you can join in as a secondary character or anything. This is my story, it will go as I see fit. Thanks.
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The light of day was quickly falling. The sky displayed its daily display of color, from the darkest purple to the small center of the brightest yellow. The clouds drifted westward, seemingly to desire the sun’s rays at all times.

Far below the magnificent skies and upon the harsh terrestrial Earth, sat a man, admiring the sunset. He sighed, serenity filling his mind, body and soul. The gentle wind pushed his medium length hair into his face as he looked downward.

“The sun is a beautiful artist, is it not Creesh?”

The dragon familiar looked up and gave a miniature roar of agreement, then lay its head down upon his outstretched leg again. Kyle stroked the beast’s head, following the creature’s scales along its neck and back, softly stroking the small wings. With another extended glance at the sunset, Kyle gently picked up the familiar, stood and placed the dragon upon his shoulder.

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“Time to find someplace to sleep, my friend.”

Kyle began walking, his sword swinging slightly from his belt. His shield clanked softly upon his armor. He had been traveling the last three years, wandering the lands and mountains of Tarlachia. It was during these travels that he befriended Creesh, a dragon familiar found unconscious on a rocky outcropping at the base of Mount Crimson. He occasionally ran across the random thieves and other law-breaking individuals. Needless to say, he was the only one to walk away unharmed.

The two made their way into the nearby forests, instantly engulfed in the darkness of the woods around them. They were making their way back to the ancient ruins of the temple that had been passed by earlier in the day. There, they would sleep until sunrise. Soon, they came upon the temple, made of stone, its pinnacle reaching out above the canopy of the trees, catching the last of the sunlight. Stepping carefully, Kyle passed through crude doorway into the darkened interior. Setting his shield and sword down, sat down, and leaned against the wall. Creesh suddenly launched off his shoulder disappearing into the darkness that swallowed the remainder of the temple’s interior.

“Creesh! Get back here!…..crazy fool…”

With an exasperated sigh, he finished taking his body armor off. A few minutes later, he closed his eyes as he began drifting off to sleep. Creesh would be back he knew, he always came back. He lost track of time when all of a sudden, a small snout nudged his elbow. Opening his eyes Kyle turned toward the familiar.

“There you are, what were you thinking, running off into th……what’s this?”

His hand reached out, taking the necklace that hung from the dragon’s mouth.

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“Where did you get this?” he asked, curiously studying the design of the necklace. A dragon, with its wings unfurled was wrapped around a magnificient purple gem, its tail spiraling downward. The dragon hung from a silver chain.

“A most beautiful necklace…well Creesh, I shall give it to Lady Germaine of Bagshin Manor not too far from here. Maybe then, she’ll finally look at me without those eyes burning my soul. What do you think?”

The dragon familiar growled at him, its red eyes staring intently at him.

“You’re probably right, she is a real bitch. A noble bitch at that.” he replied with a chuckle, “I shall give it to the first woman that catches my eye favorably.”

Kyle fastened the necklace around his neck, tucking the pendant below his shirt. The dragon familiar jumped up and curled into his lap, with his hand resting upon the dragon. Leaning his head back once more, he sighed and closed his eyes.

The slight purring from the dragon familiar was the only thing heard in the silence of the night.

The sound of birds performing their morning songs soon woke Kyle up. Groggy, he shook the dragon awake before standing. The dragon jumped off and disappeared from sight. It was a beautiful morning, the blue sky shone through the doorway, casting light into the temple.

Kyle’s hand moved to scratch his chest, but was noticeably impeded. In confusion, he looked down and nearly had a heart attack when he saw them. He let out a loud scream, as he stumbled backwards. His back smacked heavily into the wall, as he stared wildly downward.

“Dear God…” was all he could say.

This has got to be a dream!

His hands shakily reached up slowly, and gripped the two breasts. Oh no… he thought as he firmly shook the breasts, trying to do away with the illusion. Breathing heavily, he gripped the clothing, and yanked them over his shoulders and off his torso. The shirt slid along his nipples, slightly exciting them. He let out a slight gasp as he dropped the shirt to the ground. He undoubtedly had the breasts of a woman, full and firm to the touch, the nipples larger than he was used to. They tickled slightly as he ran his fingers along the breasts, observing the curves.

Kyle’s mind was in a daze, when the thought came to him. He felt a wave of cold wash over him as he stared downward again, but this time, not at his breasts.

Could it be?

He unfastened the leather belt, and dropped his pants, all the while looking outward. His hand moved to his crotch, expecting to touch upon male genitalia. He let out a groan as he did not find this, but rather found the opposite. Finally he looked down, confirming what he already knew. The fingers slightly aroused the female genitalia, to which he pulled his hand away in partial disgust.

He moved his hands up and down his body, noticing that his hips had become wider, his stomach flatter, and his skin smoother. And most noticeable was that he no longer had chest hair. Looking about on the floor, he noticed the pile of hair that lay near where he had been sleeping.

Hair…

He reached up and touched his head, finding silky smooth and long hair. Shaking his head slightly he felt the soft hair fall beyond his shoulders, ending just past his shoulders. He next felt his face and found that his stubble had been replaced with soft skin. His lips had blossomed into full lips, lips of a woman.

In all the confusion, Kyle stumbled away from his clothes and moved further into the temple. He soon found him in a room with a single basin on a pedestal in the middle of the room. His hands reached out, and led him forward. Gripping the basin, he looked downward into the water and gasped. A woman stared back at him, with soft brown eyes and jet-black hair.

“Ohhhhh…” he whispered, as he stood there transfixed upon the image of himself…herself…

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“How? Why?” she whispered as her mind struggled to begin to decipher this mind-boggling experience. Her breasts quivered slightly as she began to cry, tears dropping into the water, disturbing the still waters.

Why am I like this? Why??!!

Suddenly a loud raucous laughter shattered the silence of the temple from behind her.

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The laughing voice ceased, replaced by a cold, harsh, feminine voice.

“You fool! You dare enter the sacred temple of Krishna! You, once a man, now woman! So shall you suffer the consequence of your unholiness!”

The woman turned, looking at the one who accused her. Tears still fell from her eyes, coursing their way down her cheeks.

I’m….crying….I have never cried before! What else has changed?…

“Why? Why am I condemned? What wrong have I done?” she demanded to the sorceress before her. She began to grow angry as a wave of fiery resistance rose up within herself. Her bosom heaved as she breathed deeply and spoke increasingly steady.

My voice…it has changed as well…

“You have entered a temple only women are permitted to enter! Thus, I have tricked your little dragon friend to bring you the necklace, knowing full well that you would place it around your own neck. That necklace has the power to change your sexuality…permanently!”

“…Permanantly?!…NOOOOOOOO!!!!” screamed the naked woman once known as Kyle.

The sorceress laughed heartily in response, but with a sinister smile upon her face.

“Enjoy your new body foul one!” she cackled before disappearing into a cloud of purple smoke.

Permanently……there must be a cure…

The woman lay upon the cold stone floor, shaking greatly as she cried in agony over her fate. Her hand clasped the necklace that hung from her neck, the same that had become her curse… Finally, after some time, she rose to her feet. She had finally accepted her fate, it was the only thing she could do…

“My name…Kyle I shall not be known by anymore…my name…”

Her eyes fell upon the stone that was inlaid in the basin. It shone an iridescent yellowish orange color.

“My name is Amber.”

And so, Kyle died. Amber was born.

A gust of wind suddenly whipped into the temple, bringing goosebumps to Amber’s body, chilling her all over. She made her way back to her belongings, or more correctly, the belongings of Kyle. Misty eyes blurred her vision as she picked up and pulled on the oversized clothing.

It seems I have grown smaller in height as well…

Not satisfied, she pulled her clothes off, pulled out her carving knife and proceeded to cut the material shorter, to fit her better. Once done, she pulled them on again, this time more satisfied with her clothing. She tucked the necklace under the collar, though not sure why she would hold onto it. Her hands moved to touch her breasts again, once again tickling the senses. She had to admit, she enjoyed the touch.

I may be cursed, but I’ll be damned if I live the rest of my life in misery.

She bent over to pick up the now-large armor. She grunted in surprise as she found the metal to be heavier than she expected.

“Looks like my days as a member of the Tarlachian Military are over…”

She dropped the armor once again. There was no need for her to have it anymore. She would have to return another time with a horse to haul the metal to the nearest town and trade it for money. It was fine armor, and difficult to come by, so it would fetch good money. The sword would have to be traded in for a lighter one to fit her grip and strength. Momentarily, she considered getting a semi-automatic rifle and a pistol instead. After all, they had by far become the weapons of choice for many in Tarlachia.

What would she do now? Take a job? Continue her wanderings? Seek revenge? Who would believe her?

Just as she began to walk out the door a low growl was heard behind her.

Creesh…

Amber turned and knelt down. “Creesh…come here…”

The dragon cocked its head at her, confused at the feminine voice talking softly to him. Slowly, it took steps forward, still confused. He looked up at Amber, the red beady eyes looking carefully into her eyes. Slowly the dragon realized that this woman was indeed his friend. Despite the change, the eyes had not lost their reflection of affection and companionship. Creesh slipped into Amber’s hands as she lifted him. She held Creesh to her bosom, acutely aware of the sharp claws pressing into her breasts. Her hand moved to adjust the dragon’s position, moving the feet to a more comfortable position.

“Let’s go Creesh…we have a long journey ahead of us…”

OOC: I'm asking AmandaTheGreat to come in as a secondary rper...just to help me out with this. No one else will be allowed to join...sorry...

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OOC: Nicely done.

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OOC: Nicely written

very good that was one of the best storys ever (or at least in my view).

very good that was one of the best storys ever (or at least in my view).

OOC: Thanks to all of your for your kind words...but believe it or not, there's much more to come!

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This story... err... rocks? :wink:

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Valient, it is probably rated NC-17 for a reason....

This story ROCKS :D

#tagged for a good read or even a future post...

#tagged for a good read or even a future post...

OOC: Will only have to be a read....no one posts besides me or ATG...that's it. thanks for understanding...

~tag, for a good read.~

Amber’s hair flipped about her neck as the wind blew it about. On her shoulder sat Creesh. In her right hand, she held her travel bag, which had various objects inside, including money.

The plains were soft under her feet, for she had left the shoes behind, for they were more fitted for a man’s feet. Her feet were now smaller by a good deal. She continued to trudge toward the nearest town. She walked up a hill that lay in front of her and stopped, looking out over the Earth, noting the village and the villagers doing their chores on their farms. Songs could be heard drifting over the wind as they sweated under the sun.

All so innocent…or so it seems…

She started walking again occasionally disappearing behind a large hill, only to appear at the summit and continue making her way toward the village.

Amber first made her way to the nearest clothing store. There, she carefully picked clothes meant for the female form. She fingered the soft fabrics of one in particular that had caught her eye. It was a dark brownish black outfit that had a simple white floral pattern in specific areas. Thoughtfully, she pulled the outfit off the rack, and went to the dressing room.

There, she stripped her crude clothing, once again standing nude. Creesh curled up in the corner, falling asleep quickly. This time, she had a mirror to use. Turning, she faced herself, letting her eyes wander over the reflection of her body.

Impressive…almost as if it were not a curse…

She turned around, and looked over her shoulder. Her backside was also exquisite in its form, perfectly flowing down to her buttocks, which in turn flowed gracefully into her legs. Turning back around again, she then turned sideways, and studied her body some more, noting the breasts’ alignment with the rest of her body.

I could get used to this…

Finally she reached out and pulled the outfit off the hanger, and held it, slightly puzzled. There were so many openings, so many things that could go wrong while trying to dress herself… Slowly she stepped into the dress, making sure her legs were where they were supposed to be. Pulling the outfit upwards, she fitted the dress around her breasts, finally receiving resistance as the dress took hold onto her body, held in place by her breasts. She pulled on the single long sleeved glove, and slipped her feet into a pair of matching sandals and finally stood back, looking herself over in the mirror.

Well…I guess I’m not as bad as I thought dressing myself.

She turned about, admiring the outfit on her.

This one is definitely mine…

Bundling up her old clothing, and picking up Creesh, she stepped out of the dressing room. She tossed the clothes into the trash nearby, and walked to the counter. Pulling out her travel sack, she pulled out several coins, and waited as the clerk rang up the total. She took the coins and turned to give Amber the change, but Amber was gone, already walking through the doorway.

“Crazy woman doesn’t want her money…” muttered the clerk as she dumped the change back into the till.

Amber made her way down the street, her dress flowing about her. It felt so lightweight, so comfortable! As she walked toward the stables, her mind focused upon the sorceress.

Who is she? What does she and others have against men? Will that be the only time I ever see her?

“Ma’am, what can I do for you?” prompted the man who leaned against the doorway in front of Amber. Startled out of her thoughts she blinked a few times before speaking,

“Yes, I need to buy a horse.”

“Gonna cost you three grand. You got the money?”

“Right here.”

Amber pulled out her travel sack, rummaged a few seconds and pulled out a smaller bag full of high value coins. The man accepted them and counted the money. Once satisfied he led her into the stable, speaking to her all the while,

“Take any you wish. They are all the finest in the land. Very hard to beat my prices and quality. Even the government buys their horses from me time to time.”

“Where are they captured from?” Amber questioned, carefully inspecting each horse, noting the heights, the breeds.

“Most are from the northern forests and plains, but take my word for it, they are quite adept at keeping themselves out of sight of men. Only the truly capable can find them, much less catch them. However, once caught, they make fine steeds. Fine steeds indeed.”

“Very well then…that one, I’ll take it.” Amber replied, pointing to a silvery white horse on the end of the row.

The keeper raised his eyebrow at her once he understood which one she spoke of.

“You have a good eye ma’am. That one gave us the greatest challenge in capturing and training it. Are you sure you still want him?”

“As sure as the day shows light.” she replied with a smile.

The keeper nodded, then led her over to the horse.

“Moonlight, you’ve got yourself a new friend here, meet…err…may I ask your name ma’am?”

“Amber.”

“…meet Amber, your new master.”

The horse bucked its head, before settling his gaze upon the woman in front of him.

“Shhhh…I’m not going to hurt you.” Amber whispered, gently stroking the horse’s head, before taking the saddle offered by the keeper and slowly opening the gate. She moved next to the horse, and began to strap the saddle onto its back. Finally, she held onto the saddle, and leapt up onto the horse easily. Taking hold of the reins, the horse was led out of the stall.

“Thank you, kind sir. Have a good day.” she commented to the keeper, before spurring the horse out the stable doors, and out of the town. She led the horse at a simple trot toward the accursed temple.

I wonder if the sorceress will return when I enter the temple again?”

She shuddered slightly, hoping that this would not be true. Creesh moved about on the edge of the saddle in front of her, trying to find a place to lie down without falling off.

Several hours later, Amber dismounted and stood in the vicinity of the temple. A deep breath filled her lungs as she looked warily at the temple.

(OOC: Okay, Tarlachia, have fun writing this, I'll check in from time to time and read it... BTW, I've started a story RP, so if you or anyone else who have tagged here want to read it or join, just tg me. The link is here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2864629#2864629). Talk to you later on MSN.

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Her eyes glowed red with anger. She dares to come back again. Ahhh! Her mind tells her emotions to calm down, this could be fun. There is an agreement and she allows Amber to enter into her temple once more.

She calls out to Amber. Her voice a chilling breeze. Her voice has no direction and can't be traced to any specific area. It echos in the building and in Amber's head.

"I see you have returned to me young one." A pause, allowing the frigid air to circumvent around Amber. The wind picked at her clothes, as if wanting to tear it off of her body. The wind came from all directions and racked on her skin, leaving it with goosebumps. "Have you come back for more lessons. I do not believe you have learned this one quite yet. There are many toils that become of women in these ages. We have it not so easy as the male sex. I will give you no answers. You will learn and experience them, expect no guidance from me, for I do not pity you. In fact I find this all thrilling and hilarous. I will watch you fall and I will watch you cry for help. I will watch you crawl in the insect infested mud begging for help and see others spit on you. This will all bring a smile to my face. I will know you will have more to come and I will always be watching. I am the shadow in the dark and it will haunt you til you die. Sweet dreams." Her voice struck Amber and her temperature dropped ten degrees and she dropped to the ground. All Amber could see what a midnight black, but she would see more shortly.

Amber would awake outside the temple, with snowflakes melting on her bare skin. And the sorceress was content just watching and waiting. She was used to waiting.

Her eyes glowed red with anger. She dares to come back again. Ahhh! Her mind tells her emotions to calm down; this could be fun. There is an agreement and she allows Amber to enter into her temple once more.

She calls out to Amber. Her voice a chilling breeze. Her voice has no direction and can't be traced to any specific area. It echoes in the building and in Amber's head.

"I see you have returned to me young one." She paused, allowing the frigid air to circumvent around Amber. The wind picked at her clothes, as if wanting to tear it off of her body. The wind came from all directions and racked on her skin, leaving it with goose bumps. "Have you come back for more lessons? I do not believe you have learned this one quite yet. There are many toils that become of women in these ages. We have it not so easy as the male sex. I will give you no answers. You will learn and experience them, expect no guidance from me, for I do not pity you. In fact I find this all thrilling and hilarious. I will watch you fall and I will watch you cry for help. I will watch you crawl in the insect infested mud begging for help and see others spit on you. This will all bring a smile to my face. I will know you will have more to come and I will always be watching. I am the shadow in the dark and it will haunt you till you die. Sweet dreams." Her voice struck Amber and her temperature dropped ten degrees and she dropped to the ground. All Amber could see what a midnight black, but she would see more shortly.

Amber would awake outside the temple, with snowflakes melting on her bare skin. And the sorceress was content just watching and waiting. She was used to waiting.

Her mind reeled, trying to grasp onto reality. The sorceress’s power was strong. Amber could not fight against the dark magic enveloping her. Slowly her vision returned, revealing the dirtied gray stone below her fallen body. Tears fell from her eyes as the sorceress’s words struck a personal chord within her. Amber screamed, her hands digging into the earth beneath them. Once finished, she whispered softly her sobs occasionally heard.

“This……this is all…revenge?? I had always been respectful to women when I was a man…why have I been chosen to live your wrath? Please…don’t do this…”

Amber stood again, her eyes watery, her slim body shaking from her sorrow. She wrapped her arms around herself as she made her way into the temple again. She stood in the middle of the room, turning in a complete circle as she searched for the sorceress.

“Please…come out…I don’t want to be tortured, I don’t deserve to be tortured.”

Amber sniffled, and wiped the tears away. A single word came to her mind, and soon an idea followed. Lessons…

What am I thinking??!! She’s my enemy?!”

“I….I understand I am stuck like this forever, so, I ask for you to be my mentor. I have nothing better for my life. Maybe you’ll be willing….willing to take me under your leadership, teach me what you know…”

Amber looked about again, but failed to locate the sorceress. She was here somewhere, but she didn’t know where...As an afterthought she spoke again,

“Do this for me, and I shall drop my anger against you, you have my word…”

I must be delusional…asking my very enemy to become my mentor!

Her body shook slightly from the remnants of the cold weather spell effect that the sorceress had cast upon her. She dropped to her knees, placed her hands upon her knees, and hung her head.

OOC: I changed the pic of the sorceress for ya ATG :)

OOC: Thanks.

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Anger erupted in her. It spilled over her ice-sculptured heart. Her voice boomed in the temple. "YOU DARE TO COME BACK."

And then she appeared before Amber. The sorceress dressed in white, gold, and green. Her hair matched the colour of Amber's name. It flashed with her eyes. She stood before Amber and smiled. A smile that would have caused even the strong men to have a heart attack or die from freight. Yet, women would be immune to it because they always gave that smile to their husbands that misbehaved. She walked slowly up to Amber and brought one thin finger and a sharp green nail up to her cheek and wiped at the tears. She brought her finger together with her thumb and rubbed them together. She examined the liquid and laughed. "Your body so strong, but resorts to such a penile thing. You brought to tears. " She began to laugh again, on the edge of sanity.

She licked her fingers and brought her hand around her necklace. She wore a green cross. It went between her massive bosoms. She noticed that Amber watched her with curiosity. She laughed again and her chest shook with each movement. "I see that this arouses you. Something a woman should not be aroused by."

Again she walked closer to Amber. She was inches away from her face. She pressed two fingers against Amber's lips and then brought her fingers to her lips. "You want to know what it is like for a girl to kiss a girl? I understand why you feel this way. You are a man trapped in a woman's body. Your body does not know how to deal with the hormones. So far, your male testosterone is overriding your female estrogen. But let me show you something."

In her hand a perfect red rose formed. She put in under Amber's nose to smell that is was real. Then she brought it to her own lips and kissed it. Just as soon as she brought it away from her lips the rose was sealed in white. She had frozen the rose. She let the rose slip from her hand and shatters on the temple stone into a thousand small red crystalline pieces. Her low laugh came again and soaked into Amber's every senses.

She placed a hand on her hip and the other on her chin. "So, you want me to mentor you? Do you know what people call me?"

She let the silence take hold of Amber. Most people were frightened of silence and she could smell the fear leaking out of Amber. She wrinkled her nose and smiled. "They call me The Guardian of The Black Dragons and Ice Princess."

Just as soon as she said those names large icicles fell from the temple ceiling and encircled Amber in her own little cage. A screech came from all directions and out of the blackness came three medium sized black dragons. There long mouths reached in-between the openings and tried to bite at Amber. As the sorceress approached closer to the cage they calmed down. She looked into Amber's eyes, knowing that her own were glazed over with ice, she said with frigid air clinging to her words, "So, do you still want me to mentor you?"

Within the frozen ice prison the sorceress had cast about her, Amber remained on the floor. Her legs spread to the side slightly, her hands either held closed against her chest or propping herself up. The sorceress's face was at the edge of the bars of ice with icy clouds of her breath emanating off each word. The dragons stood behind her, growling as if they were hungry.

Amber looked into the sorceress's eyes, seeing a cold but humored look in them. An old saying came to her mind as she stared into those eyes, those eyes that held such contempt for the men of the world...

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer...

Amber's mind thought back to the comment on the hormones. She looked up at the breasts of the sorceress, quite intriguing to look at. They were firm and plenty... Amber moved her hands to her own breasts, slightly touching them, reminding herself for the hundredth time of what she was. The sorceress was perhaps right, but she somehow knew that in time, the testosterone would drop its influence and give way to the estrogen that would dominate her body. Slowly but surely her male identity would be erased, eventually leaving only the memories...

"Yes... teach me what it means to be a woman...I am at your will..."

She looked back up into the sorceress's eyes, watching as they studied her carefully. Amber's eyes could almost be seen to plead. She hid this, but in reality, she had been crushed, crushed of her male identity. Without her identity of her past life, she would have to create one from what was offered her. And there was only one real way she could do that...

Who would she become? Kyle was dead, and the person known now as Amber was simply a shell so far, a shell that yearned to be filled with an identity.

okay...

The sorceress walked up to the ice encasement and placed her fingertips on the cool, smooth surface. Just as soon as she had touched the ice it melted and disappeared before their eyes. There was not one drop of water left, all which could be seen was vapor rising to the top of the temple and it slowly integrated itself with the air particles. As soon as Amber was free of the cage her wrists and ankles were in shackles and attached to the ground. The metal, just as cold as the ice, left gravity take over. The sorceress noticed Amber getting weaker from it. A smile crept across her face. She was enjoying ever moment of this and it would get better. A frown mixed with the smile as she thought how weak this girl to be. At least she would still have the strength of the man left in her. By all ways she still should have his energy, yes, it would be depleting, but not yet. Her eyes flashed before Amber and she saw her flinch. On the outer appearance she remained calm and cool, but inside she was laughing uncontrollable. This would just be too easy; she needed a challenge. She could help develop this weak male into a strong woman, but what would she have to gain from this. She could put a curse onto the woman and anything this woman did to help another would only cause hurt and pain towards that person, especially if it was someone she loved.

The smile overtook the frown. She walked up to Amber and grabbed her chin. She pressed her fingernails into the girl’s skin, drawing a bit of blood; it collected around her nail beds and ran a bit down her fingers. Amber looked sincerely at her and this made her sick, but appearance would never let that happen.

“So, my little child you want me to help you? Have I something to gain from you? You have so much to gain from me. Well, I have decided you say repay me, when you will find out later, but for now I will help you. I am sure you have many questions to ask of me. I know knowledge is power and you will gain a lot. So, I shall teach you of what society deems YOU to be. Keep in mind though, you will not have the life I have, you will have the life of an average girl. I shall start out with duty. You have a duty to serve man. At all times when you are seen by a male you are under his control. There are places for a woman to be free and some actually live there, but most stay in town. I am not sure as male you heard of witches. I do not see potential in you yet to become one. Yet, only time can tell. Time I have, but you do not.”

A long pause seemed to sink into the surrounding area. It was as if the entire world outside stopped for them. “Hmmmm. I will let you ask me any questions you have. Then depending on how I feel will be if you go out and experience anything.”

Amber, still in shackles, watched at the Sorceress walked over to a little clay basin. Beside it was a small wooden table. On the table was a variety of weeds and plants, herbs of the sort. The sorceress grabbed a smaller wooden bucket filled with water, crystal clear and poured it into the basin. She picked through some of the plants and weeds and gathered some small purple leafs and some green leafs, both being dry, ground them together and rub them into her hands. Amber say her mouth move slightly forming words, but did not hear anything and did not think anything of it. She placed her hands in the water and pulled them out, letting the water drip back into the basin. She repeated this two more times. She placed a small black cloth into the basin. She rung the cloth out and then walked over to Amber and began to wiper her chin. The smell of the mixture reminded her of jasmine, but it was different, for it stung at her nose. The sweet and smoothing smell, chased by pain.

She smiled once more, “There all clean. Now, let me

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She smiled once more, “There all clean. Now, let me


--->Huh? Might want to check that again, make sure it's complete in whatever you intended it to say...I'll wait till you fix that...

OOC: I'm gonna assume you meant, "Now let me clean you up."
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Amber suppressed the urge to move her chin away from the sorceress as she wiped the blood off her chin. She pulled her chains upwards as far as they could reach as she watched the sorceress move slowly and methodically with her strange activities. The jasmine-like smell of the water on the rag soothed Amber’s nerves, but at the same time making her nose sting from the scent.

Amber appeared to be looking with a defeated look upon her face, but her mind was actively thinking.

“Seeing as how I am no longer a male, my role in the world has changed. I understand that. You have made that quite clear to me. I wish to ask you though some questions. First of all, you put me in these chains, as if you do not trust me. I understand this, but I also must point out that you are a sorceress. Do you really think that a mere girl such as I would have the capability to harm you? Let me prove to you my promise to hold no grudge against you. I have come to realize that I am what I am now. The past is done. Nothing can be done about it.

That aside, I may be a woman on the outside, but my mind is still that of a man. Women are obviously placed upon this earth for two purposes; at least according to the male dominated society; to serve their men, and to bear children. I am afraid, I know nothing of the latter…”

An embarrassed look came upon Amber’s face. She turned her head downward. As a man, she had never had relations with women, only further distancing himself by being the roaming warrior he had once been.

A few moments later she looked back into the sorceress’s eyes with a determined look in her own eyes, revealing the strong spirit of herself within.

“A witch? Surely the determination to learn is evidence of potential, is it not? With you as my instructor, I can work under you, and together, we can restructure the world little by little, as it should be…and you…you will be empowered that much more!”

The sorceress walked away and into a dark corner of the room. Dark encompassed her and she could not be seen.

Should I allow this twisted human be an apprentice to someone like her? It would go against all she was for. She despised men and thought them to be pets and woman were worse creatures. Woman. She spit as the word vibrated in her skull. Pity on me that I am one, but it is better than a man and even better than a man trapped in a woman’s body. She began to laugh, sounding more like a hyena, as they devoured their prey. If I were to aid the girl, what would I gain from this? The thought played in her mind. So many possibilities that she could be. She could use the girl to get the many males out there. Other thoughts came into effect and she made her mind up. She would help the girl.

As she walked back to wear the girl was, the dragons backed away and the cage disappeared. The girl still wore shackles. She squatted down in front of Amber. She placed her cold hands over the girl’s wrists. Her hands were colder than the metal itself. Her eyes froze over and it appeared as if the green was masked with a gray film of ice. “I will be your muse, a teacher, an aide, but you are mine for whatever I seem fitting.” The words locked whatever freedom Amber had and gave it all to the sorceress. The silence spoke that Amber could never go back and would never really have the freedom she had before.

The shackles were gone and the sorceress eyes were watchful. She smiled at Amber. Let the games begin. “I am going to send you back to the town you are from. You are to have no money and no food and only the clothes you wear. The little dragon friend may go with you. You must go to this town of yours and make a sum of money fit to buy a sapphire embedded in white gold, it is a ring you must buy from a local witch by the name of Gilda. I will be there, although, you may not see me. I will be there to guide sometimes. If you speak the words, forest ice and black flames, I shall be there. Good luck.” With those words said she was gone. Once again the temple was silent.

Amber stared at the sorceress incredulously. She cast her eyes downward.

A ring with a sapphire embedded in white gold??!! Does she know how much those are? I'll be working forever!

She looked up again, and was surprised to see that the sorceress was gone again. Slowly she stood, and looked around for the dragon, Creesh. she spied the creature up in the rafters, apparently spooked by the two larger dragons...

"Creesh, come here..." she commanded, as she watched the dragon make its way to her again. She picked it up, stroking its back as she left the temple. She made her way out to the fields that lay outside the forest, and turned once she had reached the edge of the forest line. Her eyes barely picked the temple out of the surrounding forests.

<Sigh> And there goes my past life...buried for good...

She made her way to the village, and arrived there after some time. She had no idea what she would do to earn the money required to buy the ring. Her mind thought through the various jobs she could possibly do, but soon dismissed many of them. Those were jobs for men, not women...

She made her way to the nearest rich home she could find, and knocked upon the door. Moments later a butler arrived.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" he asked eyeing her curiously.

"I'm here to get a job, does your master have a position open for me?"

"Come in, I'll bring him to you."

Amber nodded politely and followed him into the foyer where she was instructed to wait. Some time later a burly man came in, and immediately sized her up.

"You're looking for a job, miss?"

"Yes sir."

"Hmm...you seem to know proper etiquette...do you know any trades?"

"...No sir..." she replied, a slight panic in her voice as she fully comprehended the question. It was right, she knew nothing.

"Well then, I'm afraid I cannot help you there. I'm sorry, but I cannot hire you. You'll understand that you're worthless." the man replied gruffly, "Now if you don't mind, please leave."

"Are you sure? Surely I can be of some use somewhere??"

"Please leave. Now."

"But--"

"NOW!" he demanded as he advanced aggressively upon her.

Moments later she stood outside his gate, staring inward with tears in her eyes. It had been the first time she had ever been rejected for a job, either as man or woman. She realized that with no skills, she would be useless in this town, except...

"No..." she whispered. She didn't want to be forced to do that. She looked downwards, her eyes falling upon her body. She wept another few tears.

But it was the only way she could think of. It was the only way she'd be able to earn the money...She didn't want to have the sorceress waiting too long, lest she become impatient...

Amber’s fist rises to pound unceremoniously upon the heavy oaken door. Several minutes later, a woman arrives, wearing too much makeup and a flowing sapphire dress that flowed gracefully around her curves, ending merely centimeters from the floor, completely covering her feet. The woman’s head was a shock of red hair, framing a beautifully sculpted face, with high cheekbones and a piercing, yet soft gaze.

“Hello dear, do you need help?” she asked as she eyed Amber.

Amazing…such beauty and yet seems so distraught… thought the woman to herself.

Amber looked up into her eyes, an almost pleading look present in her own eyes.

“Please…I need to earn some money. I cannot find a job anywhere in town, for I am just a stupid girl, with no skills at all…”

The redhead studied Amber, looking her over once again. “Come in. Let’s see what I can do for you.” she said as she held the door open further, allowing Amber entrance.

Amber stepped forward and almost instantly caught sight of the building’s furniture, the pictures, the interior decorating. Her eyes widened as to the richness of all this. She turned when she heard the door closed softly behind her.

“Follow me.” the woman commanded.

Amber did so, and followed the woman into an adjoining room where she was promptly seated in a comfortable chair opposite the woman who sat at a desk as she pulled out several folders and sheets of paper.

“Now, you say you have no skills correct?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Did your mother not even teach you how to cook?”

“No ma’am…I never knew my mother…”

It wasn’t a complete lie, for Amber’s mother, or more correctly, Kyle’s mother had died at a very early time in Kyle’s life, leaving him to be raised by his father.

“Well, this is a peculiar case…but I must daresay, I cannot even begin to figure out how you’ve survived all this time without any trades. You do know what this place is, correct?”

“Yes ma’am, I do…”

“Are you aware of the risks you are taking if I accept you to work for me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Those risks made Amber’s stomach cringe, but she had no other option… The woman scribbled a few notes onto a piece of paper, then pulled out another sheet, marked where a signature was required and gave it to Amber. Amber took the pen offered and took a deep breath, while reading over the document carefully. Finally, she forced herself to sign her name upon the indicated line.

“Considering your obvious ‘gifts’; as I like to call it; I’m going to go ahead and have you start training with one of my top workers. Her name’s Jen, a true expert when it comes to this line of work. And from this point on, you have my permission to call me Elizabeth, or Eliza, whichever you prefer.”

Amber nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as she handed the paper back. She had done it. She had signed the paper. Eliza looked over the signature briefly before picking up a phone and dialing a number on speed dial. The line picked up, to which she spoke:

“Jen, come on down here please, I’ve got you a new apprentice.”

The phone hung up, and several minutes later, a knocking came upon the door of the study. It opened upon Eliza’s beckon, and a stunning brunette, with dark brown hair, and wearing an elegant outfit that clearly outlined her perfectly shaped body. Jen looked down at Amber, her eyes widening slightly as she noted her beauty.

“Hello Jen, I’d like you to meet Amber. She’s going to be your apprentice until she gains more experience.”

Jen nodded and smiled to Amber, “Hello there.” She held her hand out in offering Amber shook it and was immediately pulled closer to Jen by her hand. She ran her fingers along Amber’s face, down her neck, and across her shoulder.

“My my, you are a very lovely lass.” She commented as she breathed deeply. Amber pulled back, but was refused to be let go. “Now dear, you’re going to have to learn to get used to this. This is your job after all…”

Amber suddenly felt like dirt, like a tramp. She did her best to shove those thoughts away as she listened to Jen continue to speak.

“Now, why don’t you come with me, and I’ll show you where we will be working.”

Amber looked back at Eliza, who merely smiled and waved her on, “Go on dear, don’t worry about it.”

Leading Amber up the stairs, Jen led her to the first room upon the landing, opening the door to an elegant room with a large bed and several other random furniture in the room. Jen closed the door, then turned to Amber, her eyes watching her momentarily.

“You’ve never done this before have you?” she asked, an understanding look in her eyes. Amber shook her head no.

“Well, then I thin I can help you learn the ropes, learn to do what I do so wonderfully,” her tone dropped to a more serious but still cheerful level, “Now, let me see you, see what you have to offer.”

Amber looked at her in surprise. She figured that this might have happened, but she didn’t think that it would actually do so.

“Well? Here, let me start, then you can follow along.” Jen offered, as she moved her hands in butterfly fashion behind her back and undid the zipper that held her outfit on her. With a smile she pulled the dress down and off herself, revealing her naked breasts to Amber, and finally stood before Amber completely nude.

“Now, your turn.”

Amber’s hands shakily moved to undress herself, and in time, she too stood nude in the room, before Jen. She felt strange, but at the same time she felt as if she could trust Jen. Jen circled her, eyeing her carefully, and occasionally touched her hands to Amber’s body in random places, analyzing Amber.

“You have a most extraordinary body, one you should be proud to have dear. Now, have you ever learned the finer points of the trade?”

Amber shook her head negatively.

“Then, I better teach you…”

While Jen was preoccupied with Amber in the other room, the sorceress appeared to Eliza. Much of the beuaty in the house was to the benefit of the sorceress. Eliza, a bit startled, smiled at her.

"Eliza, it is so good to see you once more. I see everything is going to plan. I trust you have put her under the best here and yet she will not succeed. Once she is in the companiment of a gentleman he will deteriorate quickly because of her. He will be ill and weak. You have no choice, but to punish her in a way you punish your other girl, but you will send her out of your house. Again, by means of your choice. I will also grant you another female in return for this favor." Her voice growing cold, "I have done you many things, do not screw this up. For the consequences will not be in your favor." A smile drew across her face as she sensed the fear seeping out of Eliza. Just as soon as she was there, she was gone once more.

Eliza looked at the spot where the sorceress had been standing. How she hated herself for being blackmailed into torturing this girl Amber. Eliza sighed as she looked out the window, a feeling of helplessness within her heart.

The sorceress was right though, without her, she would have still been out on the streets, still struggling as a prostitute herself. Back then, she hadn’t been much to look at, and she couldn’t find anyone to take her up and hire her, despite her skills in many trades. Thus, she had turned to prostitution. Then, one day, she had been wandering the forests about a half a day’s ride from the town when she had come upon the ancient temple. She had noticed the markings that represented female figures upon the walls, and walked in. The sorceress had revealed herself to her for the first time, and offered to help Eliza with her life in exchange for servitude. Eliza willingly accepted, not quite sure as to what would be expected of her. And now, she still wasn’t quite sure. The sorceress seemed to think that it was necessary to keep her in the dark for some of the tasks she had been assigned.

Such a waste of an extremely beautiful worker…she could have brought in much money for the House…

She turned her attention back to finishing up Amber’s employment records and filing them.
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Amber’s eyes rolled back as she felt the entirely exciting and sensuous touch of Jen hands upon her body. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, so desirable the effect that Jen made her experience. Finally, Jen stopped what she was doing and watched Amber return back to calmness once again. Amber looked back at her with partially glazed over eyes. Jen smiled warmly, before speaking once again.

“That was some of the things that the men might do with you, and as you can see, it is pleasing… Now, let me tell you on how to make the most money you can while still having fun yourself.”

Amber sat up on the bed next to Jen, cross-legged and still breathing somewhat heavily. Her body yearned for more, but she managed to suppress it enough to listen to her next lesson.

“Now, men just love when…” Jen began her next lesson…

Jen smiled as she finished teaching Amber the finer points of their trade. Amber looked at her, with a somewhat shocked face. Jen crawled slightly away from Amber, after having demonstrated some moves that were sure to win.

Now I understand why they say men will never understand women! They’re…we’re manipulative!

Amber’s mind briefly brooded upon her physical curse, but moments later she pushed it to the back of her mind. She sat up once again, instinctively wrapping her arms around her legs as she looked over to Jen.

“Now, do you think you’ve got it all?”

Amber nodded slightly, “Yes, I think so…”

Jen smiled and ran her hand thoughtfully along Amber’s hair with a knowing look upon her face.

“I know, this will be difficult for the first time, but you will get the hang of it soon enough. Now, come, dinner starts soon, and then we have some appointments to arrive within the hour after that.”

Amber stood feeling the somewhat cool air rush about her nude body, causing her to shiver ever so slightly. She walked back over to her clothing and pulled them on once again carefully, deliberately slowly. Jen was beside her pulling on her clothing as well, watching her, watching her face, her reactions to the afternoon of lessons. Without another word, Jen stood and walked over to the door in an obvious and seductive manner. Years of self-awareness had trained her to do so without a thought. Amber sat down upon the bed once again, her mind racing with thoughts.

Yes…women are manipulative. Damn it, I’ve got to stop thinking like a man if I expect to perform like a woman…but that’s just…no…I better get to dinner…

She stood and departed the room once again, and made her way down the elegant staircase and followed the sounds of laughter and voices until she found herself in the dining room.

“…and she looked at me with this look of surprise, as if she had never heard of that before!”

Rounds of laughter went about the table, until Eliza coughed slightly, silencing the room as all looked toward the door. But, Amber had caught enough of the conversation to know whom it had been about. Her.

Tears began to come to her eyes as she saw Jen, who looked at her as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Jen…you…bitch! I thought there was supposed to be a confidentiality pact!”

Eliza stood and held both hands to the table, her fingers lightly resting upon the tabletop.

“Amber, yes, there is a confidentiality pact between the clients and you prostitutes, but none exist between you women. Any of you. Except if you both agree to keep it a secret.”

“But…”

“There are no obligations, Amber.”

“But it was a personal issue! How DARE she tell!”

“Amber, sit down. Now!” Eliza commanded, a fierce look in her eyes, “There is nothing that can be done now. And now that I think of it,” she turned her gazed upon the other prostitutes who were seated along the table, “What happens in the House, stays in the House. Is that understood?!”

Murmurs of acknowledgement were given by each of the women. Amber finally seated and began eating, though she had lost her appetite.

Bitch…
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Fifteen minutes later, the entire table had cleaned up, leaving only Amber, Jen and Eliza.

“Amber, Jen has told me that you have learned quickly. Therefore, I have decided that you are ready for a solo run. I want you to go into room 9. That will be your operations room for tonight. Jen, you are to be in your regular room…and ladies, please…get over the argument from earlier.”

Eliza stood and left the room, heading for her office, leaving the other two women alone.
“Amber…I’m sorry. That w—“

“Don’t start! You’re a goddamn bitch, who doesn’t give a sh*t about anyone else!”

“No, Amber, hear me out. You were right earlier. That was too personal to share. I’m sorry. I was wrong. Hopefully, you will accept my apology, and we’ll not be at odds anymore…”

Amber glared at her, wanting to just light into the woman and beat the crap out of her. She didn’t understand why she felt this way…

Gotta be the hormones…

With a deep sigh, she calmed herself back down, silently cursing the sorceress for giving her the curse, the transformation.

“Fine. Apology accepted. Though, you have lost my trust.”

“I understand. Perhaps I can eventually help you learn to trust me again.”

“Don’t count on it.” Amber replied, as she stood and left the room, making her way to room 9 to wait.

Upon arrival into the room, she was surprised to see the elegance of the room, this time filled with many hot colors of red and crimson, crimson silk sheet upon the bed, and soft pillows at the head. Upon the wall there was a wall mirror that spanned its length, entirely duplicating all that was in the room.

Guess some just like seeing the action as they’re doing it…

Little did Amber know the true meaning of the mirror…

Amber had sat herself on the bed and was taking in the environment. The sorceress thought things just get more interesting. The sorceress appeared before Amber. "How are things going thus far my dear?" She was fully aware of what happened, but wanted to see if the girl would lie to her, which would make things even worse. "Do you have any questions of me before you begin your job?" A slight sparkle in her eye and a cat smile came across her face.

Amber looked back up at the sorceress, a neutral look in her face. She didn’t reply right away, but simply looked at the sorceress, eyes lingering upon the sorceress’s own beauty. She spoke softly, an air of nervousness in her voice as well.

“Fine. Everything’s fine. You’ll get that ring that you requested.”
I hate myself…dealing with my enemy…

Although Amber had told the sorceress that, a hint of uncertainty, worry,…fear…was seen clearly in her eyes.

The sorceress raised an eyebrow, before challenging her,

“You lie. You hate this don’t you? You hate having to sell yourself for mere money!”

Again and again, the sorceress’s words pounded into Amber’s mind. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore, and broke down.

“I…I’m sorry…I’m afraid, I don’t know what to expect…”

“Jen showed you what to expect.”

“But it’s not the same as having…a live man with me…”

Amber’s diminishing masculine mind shuddered at this thought, but her feminine side dominated moments later and cast that thought to the back of her mind.

The sorceress watched Amber, thinking of how to respond to this…

With a wicked smile the sorceress simply waved and vanished from sight. Amber growled slightly, she hated when she did that...

Moments later, a light on the door lit up, indicating an arrival on their way to her. Amber's heart suddenly began racing, and she quickly dried her tears and set herself upon the bed in a seductive manner.

Dear God...give me the strength to go through this...

The door opened to reveal a rather handsome young man, somewhere in his mid-twenties. Behind her came Eliza.

"Here's your client, dear. I'm sure you'll treat him just fine."

The man turned and thanked Eliza before closing the door. He turned to face Amber and grinned,

"Hello, you're new here. And wow...I must say, you really have a beauty that surrounds you. You've obviously been blessed quite well with that.

If you only knew... Amber thought darkly as she smiled and with a slightly shaky arm waved him closer. He came closer, to which she responded by sitting up and smiling seductively as she reached out and began to remove his clothing.

"Well, let me show you what I'm really good at..." she offered as she simultaneously wanted to retch.

The man reached out and took hold of her when she was finished undressing him. She avoided looking at him, but merely focused upon his face. He turned her face sideways with his hand, ever so gently, then reached down and removed her clothing, revealing her luscious and beautiful body. He grinned again as he saw her slightly shocked look as his hands cupped her breasts, massaging them slightly. Soon, she began to feel a desire for him, despite her mind demanding otherwise. She began to go through the various actions that Jen had taught her, and soon enough the two were upon the bed.

Then, tragedy struck. The man suddenly began to grow pale in color, and his muscles shriveled on his torso and arms. Amber nearly leapt with fright as she watched the man literally grow old before her eyes. Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a cry. The man screamed in horror at his own strange transformation and shoved away from her, dressing into his pants before he bolted out the door.

Amber merely sat in shock and fear. What the hell had happened? Was she to blame?

It was that damn sorceress! She's cursed me!!

Moments later, Eliza burst through the door and stared at her, demanding what the hell had happened.

"I...I don't know, he just...just...got...OLD!!"

Eliza's mind suddenly clicked and put two and two together. She had been cursed the same way long ago. And obviously, the sorceress had done this to the poor girl herself. She closed the door, and locked it, before approaching Amber and pulled her to the bed, surprising her by drawing her close and hugging her.

"Dear dear, do not be afraid...I understand now...however, I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you. You've cost us one of our most valued clients..." she said quietly as she felt tears grow in her eyes.

Damn you woman! Why can't you ever see your damage you create? she growled bitterly in her mind, suddenly feeling a wave of hatred grow up inside herself once again.

"Here, take this, Amber. I'm sure you can find use for it somewhere, somehow..."

Eliza handed Amber a wad of cash, which Amber looked up into her eyes with confusion.

"Don't ask, please...don't ask, just take it and go..."

Amber nodded, and whispered, "Thank you..."

With that, she stood up and dressed herself, and walked out the door quickly, casting a final look back to Eliza who merely sat upon the bed, staring hotly at the wall in front of herself.
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Amber ran through the forest, holding the very article that the sorceress had demanded from her. Eliza had paid for its cost and had given her more than enough to cover the cost. Now she had extra money in her pocket.

She stopped before the temple of her curse and slowed her panting breath. Sweat covered her body and ran down her breasts and backside. She stepped forward, entering the temple with a slightly guarded look on her face. She cast the item from her hand onto the ground, which made a slight ringing noise.

"Come out! I've got your damn item! Now I want some answers! Why the hell did you curse me, you bitch?! Why the hell do you marvel in my plight?! Do I not serve you faithfully enough?!! Come out of your hiding now!"

Amber whirled about, carefully glaring into the many dark corners of the temple, seeking the sorceress.