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Didn't write it, not responsible for it. Enjoy it! -Lisa Blades
A TG Fantasy Fable by Trixxi D'Leon (trixdleon@aol.com)
I've heard that in times past certain Native American nations fully accepted TGs as women. Sometimes I dream of being a teenage boy in a wagon train of settlers. But, I didn't like to ride in my family's wagon. No. I liked to ride in the wagon with Bobby, another settler boy, and his younger sister Barbra, because I was sweet on Bobby, and because I liked to be around Barbra, because I wished I was a girl, just like her. Bobby wanted to be a Captain in the US Calvary when he grew up, and he used to thrill me so with his stories of adventure and bravery. I loved him so much, but I was scared to death to say anything. Things are so different today.
When no one was looking, around mealtime, I used to sneak into Bobby and Barbra's wagon, and put on Barbra's clothes. I had pretty long hair, and I thought I looked pretty good. Her underwear and petticoats and dresses felt so soft and wonderful. It was like magic! When I put on her clothes, I felt that I became a real girl. One evening, right after I had gotten all dressed up in one of Barbra's best dresses, Bobby discovered me. I thought he was going to kill me, and I fainted dead away. But I woke up in Bobby's arms. He was kissing me, right on the mouth, and telling me how lovely I was. I was so happy that I began to cry, and kissed him back with my entire soul. He liked that. After that evening we would sneak off from the camp every chance we could. He would put Barbra's clothes in a bag for me, and I would dress for him, and we would kiss and pet and love each other. It was like a dream come true.
But one night, when we were off from the camp and I was all dressed up, the Native Americans attacked! From behind the trees, with his arms around me, we both saw the entire wagon train get wiped out. They were killing everyone, and they were taking some of the women. A few of the Native Americans began to search around the camp, and they were getting closer. I told Bobby to run and get help. He said that he would never leave me, but I insisted, telling him that I couldn't run so good in Barbra's dress. They were getting closer. Bobby grabbed me and kissed me deeply, promising he would save me, then he ran off, and I was all alone. I was so frightened.
The Native Americans found me. They were about to kill me, one raised his tomahawk to strike me down, when a handsome young Native American warrior made them stop. He was Wild Eagle, the son of the chief. He was looking at me strangely with wildfire in his eyes. He ordered them to take me back to their village with the other women prisoners. Thank goodness Bobby got away! That night, during the war party celebration, they found out that I was really a boy. I thought they were going to kill me, but, again, Wild Eagle made them stop. He put me into the hands of the Medicine Man, and told the whole tribe that I was going to live with them as a woman. I was terrified, but at the same time, I was delighted, because this was what I had always wanted anyway.
For the next 10 years, I lived as a girl with the Native Americans. I was taught how to dress like a girl, act like a girl, and how to do all of a girl's chores. And every week for the next 10 years, the Medicine Man would give me special food and herbs and things, and make me bathe in a special underground grotto in a big cavern near the village that he poured some kind of goop into. I never grew any hair on my body, (well, almost none) and, as time went by, I became soft and curvy. I even started to grow breasts! And every week for the next 10 years Wild Eagle would come to visit with me. He was wonderful! He was strong, afraid of nothing, and he was a mighty hunter. He also had very broad shoulders, a runner's powerful legs, and a dreamy smile. I think he loved me. I liked him an awful lot, too, but I missed Bobby with all my heart. I didn't know if he was dead or alive.
The other girls didn't like all the attention I was getting from Wild Eagle, though. They were very jealous and treated me real bad. They made me do all their dirty work. But they were too scared to make fun of Wild Eagle. He became Chief. One day, he called the whole tribe together and told everybody that I was going to be his wife. I was so happy. With the celebration outside whooping in my ears, the ladies dressed me in beautiful, beaded, white buckskin tunic and skirt separates with matching moccasins. They did my hair, which had grown to below my waist, in one big braid, put lots and lots of pretty jewelry on me, and crowned me with a charming headband. It was wonderful and I was as beautiful as a new dawn.
But just as they were escorting me to Wild Eagle, to the center of the village where we were to be wed, the US Calvary attacked. Leading the charge was a tall and handsome Captain -- so handsome he took my breath away. Our eyes met, and in an instant we recognized one another. It was Bobby! My Bobby! All grown up, and quite a dashing hunk. He leap off of his horse, swinging his saber and firing his pistol, and reached for my arm, but Wild Eagle stopped him. They started fighting. It was terrible. I wasn't quite sure which one to root for!
Bobby won, though. So did the Calvary. I was mad at Bobby for killing Wild Eagle, and I tried to stab him with Wild Eagle's knife, but he caught my hand and kissed me, and I melted. He told me never to tell anyone who I really was. He took me back to the fort, telling everyone I was his lost love, kidnapped by the Native Americans long, long ago. He also told everybody that we were to be married. The ceremony was perfection itself -- my gown was like something out of a fairy tale, with lace and ribbons and everything. He was a little nervous that night <aren't they all, girls?>, until I unlaced my corset and he saw my tits.
We lived happily ever after.
The End (C&C appreciated, but, don't worry, y'all, I haven't quit my day gig! :
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