Genderbending. It's a bit of an odd thing that's thrown into stories sometimes. I should know, I narrated plenty of them. Some of which don't even exist yet! Thats right kiddies, time is relative to us Narrators. We also don't have genders which is why the concept of switching from one gender to another is both fascinating but also very odd. It really must be a pain to deal with having a physical body, moreso changes to one. The characters reactions tend to vary quite wildly as well. Ranging from tears of joy to utter hatred of the entire universe. Justin hover seems to be a bit of an odd one. Want to guess how they dealt with this?
Begrudging acceptence with major tones of unhappiness. Humans are so interesting sometimes. Oh well, back to the story. You might hear from me again later if I feel like things are dragging on a bit.
Justin snuggled down into her sleeping bag after spraying some old bear repellent around the area outside. She wasn't sure if there actually was bears, but you couldn't be too careful. It was still morning out so the light shining through the top of the tent was a bit annoying. Not that it really mattered because Justin was absolutely sure that she wouldn't be sleeping for quite some time. Comfy pillow or not. She sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day but could you blame her? It wasn't every day that a magical portal to another realm just suddenly appeared in your bathroom doorway. "You know, I was fine with the teleporting bird, I was fine with the giant silver tree but this...?"
Her words trailed off into nothing as Justin touched her face, then her hair (at least that was the same as her male self) then her arms and legs. Even her feet were a smaller size than she remembered. It was maddening. Like, the angry kind, not the insanity kind. Justin was actually really angry about getting a genderswap. "Like, I'm pretty sure that the thought would have crossed my mind of taking the genderswap option if it was given but this was completely out of the blue without my consent! So who's to blame for it? The gods or, uh, the system if there is one? The universe?!" She frowned.
"I guess the only one I can blame here is myself. Of course. Why would I think otherwise? Well jokes on you univer-system-gods or whatever, i've been doing that my whole life! It's always my mess that I have to clean up, never anybody elses." Justins voice dropped to a whisper as she spoke through her gritted teeth. "So I'll deal with this too and be even more stubborn about it than you will ever know from a human you... fuckers!" With that, she shuffled further into the sleeping back and zipped the cover shut over her head. The newfound darkness was comforting, but she knew it wouldn't last forever. Justin had to survive, she knew that. She had to survive, thrive, and give whatever higher power that changed her gender a proper earful on the proper etiquette of consent!
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She still cried though. The human mind can only deal with so much before needing some kind of release. Crying was always a good release, Justin remembered her mother telling her that crying made you feel better, which of course just made her cry harder since she hadn't cried at all in the years since her parents funeral. So yeah. Lots of crying.
Narrator here, hi, me again. Did you know that as a Narrator, we see everything we narrate as a sort of crystal clear video happening in real time? From bad things, to good things, sad things, to happy things. It really puts life into a very philosophical perspective. You could say that we are a race of eyes, ears, and the voice of god that exists only in your mind and in the words you read. This does give us a liiiitle bit of power though. I call it Editing.
She stopped crying. Her choking sobs turning into stuttering breaths as she started to get her emotions together. Justin had to be strong. Her parents would be dissapointed if they saw her like this. "Justin, lad. Your not going to let losing your naughty bits get in the way of life, right? Besides, you got new ones!" said her imaginary father with his trademark booming laughter. He was always terrible at telling jokes. Her imaginary mother just smilled and nodded. She was always the quiet one of the family, but her body language carried more weight than anything.
See? Problem solved. Cant use it very often though so I just save it for those times I find things uncomfortable or very annoying.)Now you might call this an abuse of power, or "It's not your job to edit, It's to narrate". My rebuttal, is shut up. You try narrating a countless number of mindbreaks and unhappy endings and see if YOU don't want to change things every once in a while. No more complaints? Good, because I'm not taking them. Back to the story.
Justin unzipped her sleeping back and pulled herself out of it. She wiped her tears away and smiled. The smile didnt reach her eyes, but it was a start. "Your right dad, I love you mom. I love you both so much and I'll always regret that I couldn't stop your deaths. But I'll remember what you both taught me and keep on going. No matter what."
God that felt corny. But it still made Justin feel better. "Hmm. Justin. Jus. Tin." She put a hand to her chin as she tried to put back on her clothes. They were of course a few sizes too big now, but they would have to do. "Nope. Don't like it. Justin doesn't feel right. I need to call myself something new. Something wild!"
She eventually settled with Justine.