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My stomach felt sick, worse than from any disease I had ever heard of. My chest was heaving, as though it was trying to get rid of some abominable sickness. My head grew weary. I opened my eyes. I was on my back looking up towards my ceiling. Something, though, was different about my eyesight. It seemed a little different than it had before.

I rolled over and felt something move between my legs; it must just be something that I was imagining. I was a girl, and there was really nothing between my legs. This would be something to tell Caliban. "Hey, Caliban, I thought I felt something between my legs and it felt like a penis." We would have such a good laugh. I got out of my bed and stood up. The penis feeling was still there, but it couldn't be real.

I walked slowly across my room and into my bathroom; I needed to clear my head. A good bit of water might clear my head, at least I hoped it would. Walking to the sink, I caught a glimpse of Caliban in the mirror. I turned around and felt my face. No! I must be dreaming! I turned on the sink and started to drench my face in water. I had to wake up. I just HAD to. I couldn't believe this insanity. What would my mother think if her little Damara did not look like her little Damara anymore?

After a few minutes of drenching, I looked up and Caliban was still there. I put my hand to the mirror, my fingers hardly daring to touch his hand. Caliban's hand and my own met. We both looked the same. No! I was a girl, a lady now. I would not believe what I saw. I banged both hands to the mirror. It shattered. Each piece dropping in what appeared to be slow motion.

My hands were bloody, blood coming out as though afraid to stay with me any longer. "No!" I cried out to the heavens. "No! No! No! No!" I would not believe this. I went to my medicine cabinet to get tweezers to remove any stray glass shards that were in my hands. I couldn't stop crying. What had damned me to such a life? I was a comforter to Caliban who had lost Vera, his girlfriend of three years. I should be blessed by Heaven, not damned.

Through the torrent of tears, I picked each glass shard out of my hands. It was a painful and tedious process. Each shard made a soft sound as it came out. In some ways, it was a beautiful feeling. Pain was the only release I could find from this horror. Only Pain could make me forget what had happened.

After I had made sure my hands were free of any stray shards, I bandaged them up. I had some leftover bandages from an accident a few years back. Actually, it wasn't an accident because he had meant to beat me up. Meant to beat me up real good. How I had gotten into a relationship with him, I didn't know. That didn't matter, it was all in the past. Putting the bandages on gave me more Pain which I craved. I didn't bother cleaning the wounds because I wanted to die by them becoming infected.

I sat down on my couch and put my head in my hands. I didn't mind the pain of the cuts, which gave relief, but this penis was something else. It was a matter onto itself. Before I knew what was happening, I started scratching it. I was able to stop after a minute, but the need to start scratching was overpowering. How could Caliban live like this? Had he become so used to a penis that he could just turn off the feeling?

Damn this affliction. Was it because I was Caliban's girlfriend that I was cursed? He did have a very interesting history, made enemies that used magic, which would make seeing him dangerous. I stood up and went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Chocolate made everything better, or at least it should. There were many cases where chocolate caused obesity. Making the hot chocolate made Pain more noticeable, but I just had to drink something warm. Something to make me feel better about my current position.

When I had finished making the hot chocolate, I sat at my small table and started to drink slowly. I allowed the flavor to enter every pore of my being, a relief that caused no injury. Caliban would be worried about me. And my family…it would be better not to mention anything of this to them. It would cause them too much pain to know that their daughter was no longer their daughter. Instead, she was the person they did not trust with their daughter. Damn overprotective parents. Glad I moved out when I did, even though it had been hard starting out, but I had survived. Caliban, bless his soul, had helped me when I thought I was going to fail at my task.

My parents would have to know, even if I didn't want them to. But first was to tell Caliban about what had happened. He worked with the supernatural and was one of the experts in the field. Not the regular supernatural, but the stuff that most people didn't know about, such as a Moojas Ghost. I set my empty mug down and went over to get my white wireless phone that Caliban had given to me. He had wanted to keep in contact with me.

I dialed his phone number and put my phone up to my ear. I waited patiently for him to answer. "Hello?" Caliban asked in his pained voice that echoed his past loss; I would have loved to hear his voice before he had lost Vera. But if Vera still lived, I would not admire his voice as I did now.

"It's Damara." I said and let what had happened sink in. I heard a broken gasp as he realized what had happened. "Yep, I'm you now. I don't know how the hell it happened, I just know I woke up in your form. I just thought you should know. Do you have anything that could help?"

"Help?" Caliban asked, sounding distant. "You aren't yourself anymore! You're asking me what you should do? If word gets out, what will people do to you? You'll become an outcast…and me along with you."

I pressed the phone close to my ear, felt a tear come out of my eye, and realized what this would mean for Caliban. He, who had loved me, would follow me into damnation. No. I wouldn't let this happen. I would have to be kept in hiding. "I don't know what to do." I said in a pained voice that echoed the breaking of the mirror. The pieces falling down in slow motion and the blood leaving my hands; the image was stained into my mind. "I'm a guy! Do you know how disturbing this is? I have…something a girl doesn't have. I feel so confused. It's…like I'm a totally different species. All I want is someone to comfort me. I thought that, with your knowledge of the supernatural, you could help me."

I heard Caliban sigh and knew that he was now putting things into their proper places. Now he would work out what to do, or at least calm me down. Calming me down would be a good thing for him to do now. "I think…I don't know what to think, truthfully." He said and paused. "Almost like when Vera told me she was a Moojas Ghost. I…just can't believe this."

"I assure you that breaking my mirror has made me feel completely awake." I said. The wonders of the glass shards falling down was racing through my mind. "The pain felt…like it made everything real. Like there was nothing real before. No comfort."

"Damara, don't hurt yourself again." he replied. Oh, how I treasured Pain. "This will all go away one day because we'll solve this problem. You and I will get through this. I won't abandon you, no matter what it costs me."

I smiled because I knew he meant it. Although he wasn't fully calmed down, he was now thinking of the larger picture. I was still me and he loved me. He would always love me. He would always treat me with the same love he had with Vera. "Thanks," I replied. "It's good to know I'll at least have one supporter on my side."

"Damara, why don't you come over to my place?" Caliban asked. "That way we could work out things face to face. I have some books here I'd like to look at, and it might take me some time to find them. I know you want to see me now, I do want to be a comfort to you."

"Okay." I said through now grateful tears. "Thank you."

"If you can't make it out of your apartment, I will come over and pick you up." Caliban replied and then hung up.

I smiled. Being with Caliban…he would figure out what to do. I knew he would. He would find some way for me to become my original form again. I put the phone back in its holder and went to get some clothes that weren't so bloody. I picked out some clothes from my closet and put them on. They felt odd on Caliban's form, the image of how they should fit filled my mind. I started to cry, imagining that I was back in my form and realizing that could never be so again. My mind grew tired and I fell down onto the floor.

I opened my eyes and slowly picked myself up. I felt…different. I felt between my legs. No penis! I felt my chest and smiled. I was back to my original form. I looked down at my hands, there were no cuts when I removed the bandages. While I was thinking that this was all over, Caliban's form started coming back to me. I battled to keep my original form, it was a strenuous battle. I wanted to be myself, and no one else. I loved Caliban, but I didn't want to be him.

After a few minutes of struggle, I was able to resume my original form. I was tired, I didn't know how long I could hold up. Just had to get to Caliban's house and I could finally rest. He would provide comfort for me. I finished getting ready and wobbled out of my apartment.

The sunlight hit me, the truth tried to sink in. I wouldn't let it sink in, the only truth I wanted was my original form. My true form. Everything would be all right, Caliban was right. I got into my car and turned the engine on. As the car started up, I concentrated very hard on keeping my original form until I got inside Caliban's house.

-TO BE CONTINUED…

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My stomach felt sick, worse than from any disease I had ever heard of. My chest was heaving, as though it was trying to get rid of some abominable sickness. My head grew weary. I opened my eyes. I was on my back looking up towards my ceiling. Something, though, was different about my eyesight. It seemed a little different than it had before.

I rolled over and felt something move between my legs; it must just be something that I was imagining. I was a girl, and there was really nothing between my legs. This would be something to tell Caliban. "Hey, Caliban, I thought I felt something between my legs and it felt like a penis." We would have such a good laugh. I got out of my bed and stood up. The penis feeling was still there, but it couldn't be real.

I walked slowly across my room and into my bathroom; I needed to clear my head. A good bit of water might clear my head, at least I hoped it would. Walking to the sink, I caught a glimpse of Caliban in the mirror. I turned around and felt my face. No! I must be dreaming! I turned on the sink and started to drench my face in water. I had to wake up. I just HAD to. I couldn't believe this insanity. What would my mother think if her little Damara did not look like her little Damara anymore?

After a few minutes of drenching, I looked up and Caliban was still there. I put my hand to the mirror, my fingers hardly daring to touch his hand. Caliban's hand and my own met. We both looked the same. No! I was a girl, a lady now. I would not believe what I saw. I banged both hands to the mirror. It shattered. Each piece dropping in what appeared to be slow motion.

My hands were bloody, blood coming out as though afraid to stay with me any longer. "No!" I cried out to the heavens. "No! No! No! No!" I would not believe this. I went to my medicine cabinet to get tweezers to remove any stray glass shards that were in my hands. I couldn't stop crying. What had damned me to such a life? I was a comforter to Caliban who had lost Vera, his girlfriend of three years. I should be blessed by Heaven, not damned.

Through the torrent of tears, I picked each glass shard out of my hands. It was a painful and tedious process. Each shard made a soft sound as it came out. In some ways, it was a beautiful feeling. Pain was the only release I could find from this horror. Only Pain could make me forget what had happened.

After I had made sure my hands were free of any stray shards, I bandaged them up. I had some leftover bandages from an accident a few years back. Actually, it wasn't an accident because he had meant to beat me up. Meant to beat me up real good. How I had gotten into a relationship with him, I didn't know. That didn't matter, it was all in the past. Putting the bandages on gave me more Pain which I craved. I didn't bother cleaning the wounds because I wanted to die by them becoming infected.

I sat down on my couch and put my head in my hands. I didn't mind the pain of the cuts, which gave relief, but this penis was something else. It was a matter onto itself. Before I knew what was happening, I started scratching it. I was able to stop after a minute, but the need to start scratching was overpowering. How could Caliban live like this? Had he become so used to a penis that he could just turn off the feeling?

Damn this affliction. Was it because I was Caliban's girlfriend that I was cursed? He did have a very interesting history, made enemies that used magic, which would make seeing him dangerous. I stood up and went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Chocolate made everything better, or at least it should. There were many cases where chocolate caused obesity. Making the hot chocolate made Pain more noticeable, but I just had to drink something warm. Something to make me feel better about my current position.

When I had finished making the hot chocolate, I sat at my small table and started to drink slowly. I allowed the flavor to enter every pore of my being, a relief that caused no injury. Caliban would be worried about me. And my family…it would be better not to mention anything of this to them. It would cause them too much pain to know that their daughter was no longer their daughter. Instead, she was the person they did not trust with their daughter. Damn overprotective parents. Glad I moved out when I did, even though it had been hard starting out, but I had survived. Caliban, bless his soul, had helped me when I thought I was going to fail at my task.

My parents would have to know, even if I didn't want them to. But first was to tell Caliban about what had happened. He worked with the supernatural and was one of the experts in the field. Not the regular supernatural, but the stuff that most people didn't know about, such as a Moojas Ghost. I set my empty mug down and went over to get my white wireless phone that Caliban had given to me. He had wanted to keep in contact with me.

I dialed his phone number and put my phone up to my ear. I waited patiently for him to answer. "Hello?" Caliban asked in his pained voice that echoed his past loss; I would have loved to hear his voice before he had lost Vera. But if Vera still lived, I would not admire his voice as I did now.

"It's Damara." I said and let what had happened sink in. I heard a broken gasp as he realized what had happened. "Yep, I'm you now. I don't know how the hell it happened, I just know I woke up in your form. I just thought you should know. Do you have anything that could help?"

"Help?" Caliban asked, sounding distant. "You aren't yourself anymore! You're asking me what you should do? If word gets out, what will people do to you? You'll become an outcast…and me along with you."

I pressed the phone close to my ear, felt a tear come out of my eye, and realized what this would mean for Caliban. He, who had loved me, would follow me into damnation. No. I wouldn't let this happen. I would have to be kept in hiding. "I don't know what to do." I said in a pained voice that echoed the breaking of the mirror. The pieces falling down in slow motion and the blood leaving my hands; the image was stained into my mind. "I'm a guy! Do you know how disturbing this is? I have…something a girl doesn't have. I feel so confused. It's…like I'm a totally different species. All I want is someone to comfort me. I thought that, with your knowledge of the supernatural, you could help me."

I heard Caliban sigh and knew that he was now putting things into their proper places. Now he would work out what to do, or at least calm me down. Calming me down would be a good thing for him to do now. "I think…I don't know what to think, truthfully." He said and paused. "Almost like when Vera told me she was a Moojas Ghost. I…just can't believe this."

"I assure you that breaking my mirror has made me feel completely awake." I said. The wonders of the glass shards falling down was racing through my mind. "The pain felt…like it made everything real. Like there was nothing real before. No comfort."

"Damara, don't hurt yourself again." he replied. Oh, how I treasured Pain. "This will all go away one day because we'll solve this problem. You and I will get through this. I won't abandon you, no matter what it costs me."

I smiled because I knew he meant it. Although he wasn't fully calmed down, he was now thinking of the larger picture. I was still me and he loved me. He would always love me. He would always treat me with the same love he had with Vera. "Thanks," I replied. "It's good to know I'll at least have one supporter on my side."

"Damara, why don't you come over to my place?" Caliban asked. "That way we could work out things face to face. I have some books here I'd like to look at, and it might take me some time to find them. I know you want to see me now, I do want to be a comfort to you."

"Okay." I said through now grateful tears. "Thank you."

"If you can't make it out of your apartment, I will come over and pick you up." Caliban replied and then hung up.

I smiled. Being with Caliban…he would figure out what to do. I knew he would. He would find some way for me to become my original form again. I put the phone back in its holder and went to get some clothes that weren't so bloody. I picked out some clothes from my closet and put them on. They felt odd on Caliban's form, the image of how they should fit filled my mind. I started to cry, imagining that I was back in my form and realizing that could never be so again. My mind grew tired and I fell down onto the floor.

I opened my eyes and slowly picked myself up. I felt…different. I felt between my legs. No penis! I felt my chest and smiled. I was back to my original form. I looked down at my hands, there were no cuts when I removed the bandages. While I was thinking that this was all over, Caliban's form started coming back to me. I battled to keep my original form, it was a strenuous battle. I wanted to be myself, and no one else. I loved Caliban, but I didn't want to be him.

After a few minutes of struggle, I was able to resume my original form. I was tired, I didn't know how long I could hold up. Just had to get to Caliban's house and I could finally rest. He would provide comfort for me. I finished getting ready and wobbled out of my apartment.

The sunlight hit me, the truth tried to sink in. I wouldn't let it sink in, the only truth I wanted was my original form. My true form. Everything would be all right, Caliban was right. I got into my car and turned the engine on. As the car started up, I concentrated very hard on keeping my original form until I got inside Caliban's house.

-TO BE CONTINUED…