Chapter #5Activation. by: Unknown The moth in Yatsi's room panicked. With the paraffin lamp turned off, its source of light had disappeared, leaving it blind and prone to bump mindlessly against the wooden cabin walls. Then - a faint green glow became alerted the moth to salvation!
It made an immediate bee-line (or rather moth-line) to Yatsi's left hand and landed upon the Mark which radiated a pale green light; the light shone the same way as daylight piercing the clouds of the heavens - laser beams that fell like pyres.
The moth fluttered its wings happily, content in having found a source of warmth.
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Yatsi's mind was in that unique twilight world which bordered the land of the sleeping and the waken. He was sort of semi-unconscious, yet not quite. While he had light dreams, he also had a slight rein over his thoughts.
His thoughts raced through the events that had occurred during the day. He felt like he was riding a cloud, looking downwards on himself as he partied with his friends, ate himself into sickness and listened to the infuriatingly dull tales of his uncles.
Then without warning, Yatsi's point of view was jerked with sickeningly swiftness into another memory.
It was the day before - on his way to Minsc's house. Yatsi saw the following in the third person.
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Yatsi was walking swiftly. His strides were jumpy and nervous; anxiety clearly showed on his face. He was clutching a little carton container in his twitching hands. Upon reaching Minsc's home, he knocked on the front door. Yatsi almost bulked and ran, but luckily he steeled himself.
The door opened, revealing Minsc in all her glory. She stood there, so small and pretty and innocent; Yatsi thought his feet would thaw and sink into the snow he was standing on - that's how hot she made him feel.
Before he could shamefully stutter a feeble greeting, Minsc took the initiative: "Well hello there, Yatsi! So good to see you!" and she pulled him into her den.
"Ah...hi, Minsc." was all he could muster.
"Tomorrow's your big day, huh? You must be so excited. I bet your family is already unlocking their cellars; getting ready for all the big drinking!" Her unquenchable enthusiasm always took many off guard; even those standing to pick a fight with her walked away with smiles. She had the natural talent of putting others at ease.
"Yeah...I can't wait." he said.
"Then what are you doing here of all places? All alone in the cold? You should be home, getting ready. Helping your mother cook. Or are you taking a quick escape from the preparation work; skipping the decorations? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." she said with a wink and a smile than made Yatsi wonder if his feet would set the pine flooring on fire.
"Err...no. Actually I came by to see you, Minsc."
"Oh, for little old me? Do I get an invitation as well? You didn't have to come personally. Although that's so sweet. You're such a fine person, Yatsi."
"No, Minsc." said Yatsi with a face that resembled the rising morning sun: "I didn't just come here to invite you-"
"You need some help with the preparations?! Ooh, just give me a sec and I'll get my coats. I love organizing parties!" she said eagerly and ignorantly, slapping her palms together in excitement.
Yatsi grabbed her arm; Minsc looked back, puzzled: "No, Minsc. Listen..."
The look in his eyes made her realize he had to something heavy to say.
"Did I do something wrong, Yatsi?"
"No. It's...I...ugh..." he sighed. Then with a blush that would have set candles ablaze, he threw everything on the table: "I came here to confess to you!!" he blurted. "I came here...ask you to be my mate...to be my girlfriend...I came here to ask you to be my my woman for my name day."
Minsc stared at him blankly, nothing in her face betrayed what she thought.
"I brought you this." Yatsi gave her the little carton box and opened it - it was a porcelain hairpin; intricate little roses and birds decorated its hem: "I know I'm late in asking. But I've never been surer. Please, take it."
The tears forming in Minsc's eyes made Yatsi slump like a rotten vessel under a tide of depressed emotions.
"Oh Yatsi..." she cried.
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As Yatsi exited Minsc's home, he swore in a language most unbefitting for the ears of small children. He kicked a stray can with as much vehement force as he could muster. It mashed into a thousand and one splinters against the lamp-post.
Damn. Life is cruel. So Minsc was a lesbian. Yatsi felt hollow. Like someone had removed his guts. Like all the life was drained from him. She was so kind as she had laid it out to him in the gentlest of ways. Only Minsc would be able to reject someone in a soft gentle sense. But it still remained unpleasant.
As Yatsi tramped through the knee thick snow, he remembered not thinking himself odd for wishing he had been born a girl at that moment in his life.
The image of his dream then evaporated; like a pictured flushed down a drain.
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Once more Yatsi woke instinctively. Something was off. Badly off. The Mark was led hot! Bolts of green energy lanced from it! He jumped out of bet, spooked. But his horror had just begun. He was changing. Transforming. Shapeshifting.
At first Yatsi thought he was shrinking as he lost a league of his height. The ceiling grew higher; the room bigger in his perspective. His shirt and shorts grew baggy, ill-fitting and undersized. Yet his throat was too dry to scream.
Then Yatsi thought he was growing younger. The hairs on his face, forearms and calves regressed into obscurity and his skin became smooth as silk. His stumpy fingers became dainty twigs. His feet shortened from a size 10 to 7.
Yatsi tried to see in the mirror what was happening, but his vision was obscured by brown hair falling across his face, adding oil to flame of his petrified confusion.
His head itched as his hair lengthened at an impossible pace and crawled downwards. Like cheese strips being cut from a cheese-girder it grew and snaked past his ears, then his neck, then his shoulders. Past his shoulder-blades, to the small of his back, then his sternum. They just continued to grow was his hips until it surpassed his butt.
Then came the true sports. Yatsi felt his strength literally ebbing away as the muscles in his arms, legs, neck and torso degressed to add their collective masses elsewhere in his body. He felt no pain at least, only a numbness as if shot by a tranquilizer. Weakened, he fell to the ground sitting on his rear and knees as if paralyzed.
The reshaping of his bones and rearrangement of his flesh squeezed the air from his lungs, making him groan a bit. The groans grow steadily higher in pitch until he was squeaking in a high soprano voice.
A tugging on his throat alerted him to the disappearance of his adam's apple. His shoulders slendered and his midriff pinched into a narrow waistline. His hips grew wider, outward; whilst his knees grew inwards and together.
Fat collected on his upper arms, his thighs and rump. He was surprised to rise half an inch of the ground as his rear-end expended slightly. Still Yatsi did not shout or scream.
Then his face felt like hot candle wax being remolded. He could feel with his fingers how his features softened. His jawline and cheeks became less prominent. His lips swelled to become puffy and his pointed nose shrunk to a cute button snout. His bushy eyebrows became slender feathers and his scratchy skin became smooth like polished marble.
Finally the pivotal moment. Yatsi now understood what was happening. He could but watch despairingly as the rod of his manhood retreated to become the inverted emptiness of girlhood. His scrotum followed suit, becoming the nether lips of a labia. He felt green in his new pristine face at the sight, but he wasn't even given the chance to watch this indignity in peace.
Horrifyingly, his chest began to feel sensitive. Touching his nipples, he could feel mass rally behind them. Like 2 missiles slowly rising from their silos, he gradually grew a pair of respectable breasts. His night-shirt was lifted along with his impressive rack, exposing part of his stomach. Yatsi gasped.
Yatsi was in complete, total, utter, absolute shock. But who could blame him? All had happened under a minute.
Gradually, with dread and hesitation, Yatsi made his way back to the mirror. His entire axis of balance was thrown out of order; he had to crawl to it on his knees. Lifting the suffocating strands of long hair from his face, Yatsi gawked at himself.
In the reflection a scared-looking girl his age, breathing heavily, stared back with saucer eyes. This couldn't be. This must be a dream. This wasn't real. Yatsi prodded his new sizable bosoms gently as if to confirm their existence and just eyed himself stupidly.
The Mark's intense green glow then receded back into the black ink. Then Yatsi's normal self was back. What the hell is this?!! Am I high??
A knock came from door: "Hey, everything alright in there? What was all that commotion about? I'm coming inside."
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