sekunde part to my story 'Shift' about a young girl with a huge change in her abnormal life. She has zaidi of a boy attitude then a girl's! Will her attitude change if she actually turned into a boy? Find out in this part of my story 'Shift'. Have fun reading, comment, and fan. Thanks!
Recap
I woke up feeling a bit dizzy. My head felt like someone kept spinning me in a mduara, duara for hours. I close my eyes and lay my head on the grass.
“What the hell--?” I start to swali myself, but then I realize my voice is a lot deeper then before I jumped the fence. I hold my hand in front of my face, it’s longer and the finger nails aren’t long at all. It looks zaidi rough and calloused. Like a guy’s hand…
I stand up, realizing that I was taller. I look down at my chest, it was completely flat, yet muscular. My torso’s longer too! So are my legs!
“Whaa--?” I say again.
“Am I a guy now?” I ask myself, afraid to know the answer.
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“You sure are, Mary!” Somebody says from behind the mti I was by. My eyes grew wide and I half panicked.
“Who’s there?” I say softly, cautiously. I get into a boxing stance, putting my fists up and bending my knees.
Then I see a small boy come out from behind the tree, he looks to be about seven years old. He has blonde hair and brown eyes just like me. His hair is scraggly, with parts sticking up everywhere. He was covered in dirt and he was wearing a black long sleeve shati that hugged his little body. It went down to his knees like a dress. He wasn’t wearing any pants either… He had little brown cat ears on his head and a long brown tail with a white tip coming from behind him. He looked like an orphan kid that was really good at cosplaying…
I blink a couple of times and rub my eyes. Was this really happening? Who is this kid?
He smiled a really cute smile and held his hands up like a cat then said
“Nyaa!”
“Wha--?” I say. Then the kid sits down, so I do too. We both sit kuvuka, msalaba legged on the nyasi kwa the tree.
“So, let me ask you… who… au what are you?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.
“I’m your twin.” He says happily, smiling.
“What? My twin?” I swali looking the boy over again and again.
“Yep. I’ve lived inside of you, looking through your eyes until now. wewe finally let me out!” The young boy said, again cheerfully.
I made a really confused expression then shook my head. Apparently, I have a twin, he’s a cat… and he looks like he’s se--
“You can’t be my twin! You’re like seven! Aren’t you?” I ponder the entire situation, making my head hurt.
“Hey! That’s not funny! I’m the same age as you, I’m just really small!” He yells in my face. My eyes get wide and so does his. Then sits back down and flattens his shirt.
“You’re fifteen too?” I question, using my hand to songesha his head around. He has a really annoyed expression on his face but I continue to look at him.
“Yes! Let me explain some things!” He says agitatedly, slapping my hand away.
“Fine.” I sit back using my hands to keep me up.
“Alrighty. I’m your twin, not really a twin like a human would think of but zaidi like your soul. I am wewe and wewe are me. Yet, we are separate people and we each have our own pain. Now we do, but all the other’s are still connected with their twins. Before, whenever wewe got hurt so did I, but not anymore! Oh, right, now that I’m separated from you, I’m a real person, so… I kind of need wewe to take care of me, please?” He explains. He throws his hands up when he’s done, still smiling.
I take everything in, the entire situation… store it in my brain and force the rational part of me to accept what’s in front of me. So this little kid is me…? But he’s a boy…
“But, you’re a boy, so how can wewe be me?” I question.
“What are wewe talking about? You’re a boy too!” He screams then shakes me like crazy.
“Oh, right… But, I was a girl before, why am I a boy now?” I yell at him, bonking him on the head between his cat ears.
“Not sure, but I’ve always been a boy, that’s why I didn’t understand why wewe were born a girl.” He says rubbing his head where I hit him.
I sigh, then I get up on my feet, the boy does the same.
“Say what’s your name?” I ask, looking at the mti behind him.
“Name? I don’t have one, wewe haven’t aliyopewa me one yet.” He says putting his little hand to his chin.
“Oh, really? Well then let’s call you…” I think about it for a few minutes, then I finally come up with one.
“Tye! How about that? Do wewe like that name?” I ask him enthusiastically.
“Sure.” He smiles, but then his mouth forms an o and his eyes widen. “Oh yeah, um will wewe excuse me for a moment?” He says, uigizaji like he has to go pee au something.
“Uh, sure.” I say, then lean against the tree, and whistle. Tye jumps back over the fence with my ability and disappears behind the school building.
I wait for about 10 dakika occasionally looking at the new me. I actually looked pretty hot!
“…“
Huh? What am I saying?! Keep it cool… Keep it cool.
Tye comes back, smiling just like always. He hops over the fence then says
“Hello again. Oh kwa the way, I had to erase the memory of ‘Mary’ because she no longer exists so no one will know you, not even your parents. I’m really sorry.” His hangs his head low, his cat ears twitching.
At first… I’m angry, but then I realized, it’s not like my parents cared about me anyway. And I bet I could make some new Marafiki at school.
All my parents did was drink, party, and not pay the bills. They didn’t even acknowledge me, what so ever. It’s like I was an outcast in my own family. I’ve learned to live with it though. I got a part time job at 7 eleven and I pay for my own clothes and food. I’ve never thought of my parents as parents. They were just people that lived in the same house I did. I’m surprised they even have a house to live in. They’re just pathetic.
I’m kind of glad I’m not forced to be their kid anymore. Ha!
“It’s okay.” I say then I mess up his hair even more.
“Where am I going to take care of wewe then, Tye?” I ask, already worried for my new little brother. That’s how I thought of him anyway, a little brother! I’ve always wanted one.
“Not sure… Let’s pretend we’re orphans and walk around see if anyone has the moyo to take us in.” He snickers. He really is my brother! I laugh then knuckle bump with him.
“Hey, I get a new name now, right? I’ve always liked the name Dean, can I be Dean?” I asked excitedly. I need to start uigizaji like a guy, puh…
“Ha ha! That sounds cool!” He says then claps for me. I pick him up and set him on my shoulders, just like a big brother would… the scene almost made me cry.
Recap
I woke up feeling a bit dizzy. My head felt like someone kept spinning me in a mduara, duara for hours. I close my eyes and lay my head on the grass.
“What the hell--?” I start to swali myself, but then I realize my voice is a lot deeper then before I jumped the fence. I hold my hand in front of my face, it’s longer and the finger nails aren’t long at all. It looks zaidi rough and calloused. Like a guy’s hand…
I stand up, realizing that I was taller. I look down at my chest, it was completely flat, yet muscular. My torso’s longer too! So are my legs!
“Whaa--?” I say again.
“Am I a guy now?” I ask myself, afraid to know the answer.
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“You sure are, Mary!” Somebody says from behind the mti I was by. My eyes grew wide and I half panicked.
“Who’s there?” I say softly, cautiously. I get into a boxing stance, putting my fists up and bending my knees.
Then I see a small boy come out from behind the tree, he looks to be about seven years old. He has blonde hair and brown eyes just like me. His hair is scraggly, with parts sticking up everywhere. He was covered in dirt and he was wearing a black long sleeve shati that hugged his little body. It went down to his knees like a dress. He wasn’t wearing any pants either… He had little brown cat ears on his head and a long brown tail with a white tip coming from behind him. He looked like an orphan kid that was really good at cosplaying…
I blink a couple of times and rub my eyes. Was this really happening? Who is this kid?
He smiled a really cute smile and held his hands up like a cat then said
“Nyaa!”
“Wha--?” I say. Then the kid sits down, so I do too. We both sit kuvuka, msalaba legged on the nyasi kwa the tree.
“So, let me ask you… who… au what are you?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.
“I’m your twin.” He says happily, smiling.
“What? My twin?” I swali looking the boy over again and again.
“Yep. I’ve lived inside of you, looking through your eyes until now. wewe finally let me out!” The young boy said, again cheerfully.
I made a really confused expression then shook my head. Apparently, I have a twin, he’s a cat… and he looks like he’s se--
“You can’t be my twin! You’re like seven! Aren’t you?” I ponder the entire situation, making my head hurt.
“Hey! That’s not funny! I’m the same age as you, I’m just really small!” He yells in my face. My eyes get wide and so does his. Then sits back down and flattens his shirt.
“You’re fifteen too?” I question, using my hand to songesha his head around. He has a really annoyed expression on his face but I continue to look at him.
“Yes! Let me explain some things!” He says agitatedly, slapping my hand away.
“Fine.” I sit back using my hands to keep me up.
“Alrighty. I’m your twin, not really a twin like a human would think of but zaidi like your soul. I am wewe and wewe are me. Yet, we are separate people and we each have our own pain. Now we do, but all the other’s are still connected with their twins. Before, whenever wewe got hurt so did I, but not anymore! Oh, right, now that I’m separated from you, I’m a real person, so… I kind of need wewe to take care of me, please?” He explains. He throws his hands up when he’s done, still smiling.
I take everything in, the entire situation… store it in my brain and force the rational part of me to accept what’s in front of me. So this little kid is me…? But he’s a boy…
“But, you’re a boy, so how can wewe be me?” I question.
“What are wewe talking about? You’re a boy too!” He screams then shakes me like crazy.
“Oh, right… But, I was a girl before, why am I a boy now?” I yell at him, bonking him on the head between his cat ears.
“Not sure, but I’ve always been a boy, that’s why I didn’t understand why wewe were born a girl.” He says rubbing his head where I hit him.
I sigh, then I get up on my feet, the boy does the same.
“Say what’s your name?” I ask, looking at the mti behind him.
“Name? I don’t have one, wewe haven’t aliyopewa me one yet.” He says putting his little hand to his chin.
“Oh, really? Well then let’s call you…” I think about it for a few minutes, then I finally come up with one.
“Tye! How about that? Do wewe like that name?” I ask him enthusiastically.
“Sure.” He smiles, but then his mouth forms an o and his eyes widen. “Oh yeah, um will wewe excuse me for a moment?” He says, uigizaji like he has to go pee au something.
“Uh, sure.” I say, then lean against the tree, and whistle. Tye jumps back over the fence with my ability and disappears behind the school building.
I wait for about 10 dakika occasionally looking at the new me. I actually looked pretty hot!
“…“
Huh? What am I saying?! Keep it cool… Keep it cool.
Tye comes back, smiling just like always. He hops over the fence then says
“Hello again. Oh kwa the way, I had to erase the memory of ‘Mary’ because she no longer exists so no one will know you, not even your parents. I’m really sorry.” His hangs his head low, his cat ears twitching.
At first… I’m angry, but then I realized, it’s not like my parents cared about me anyway. And I bet I could make some new Marafiki at school.
All my parents did was drink, party, and not pay the bills. They didn’t even acknowledge me, what so ever. It’s like I was an outcast in my own family. I’ve learned to live with it though. I got a part time job at 7 eleven and I pay for my own clothes and food. I’ve never thought of my parents as parents. They were just people that lived in the same house I did. I’m surprised they even have a house to live in. They’re just pathetic.
I’m kind of glad I’m not forced to be their kid anymore. Ha!
“It’s okay.” I say then I mess up his hair even more.
“Where am I going to take care of wewe then, Tye?” I ask, already worried for my new little brother. That’s how I thought of him anyway, a little brother! I’ve always wanted one.
“Not sure… Let’s pretend we’re orphans and walk around see if anyone has the moyo to take us in.” He snickers. He really is my brother! I laugh then knuckle bump with him.
“Hey, I get a new name now, right? I’ve always liked the name Dean, can I be Dean?” I asked excitedly. I need to start uigizaji like a guy, puh…
“Ha ha! That sounds cool!” He says then claps for me. I pick him up and set him on my shoulders, just like a big brother would… the scene almost made me cry.
Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that wewe have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement siku coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that wewe have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement siku coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
A child huddles in a corner,
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His moyo breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two angels with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and kwa the time people notice
it's too late.
The three angels have already left.
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His moyo breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two angels with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and kwa the time people notice
it's too late.
The three angels have already left.