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The Potion Seese 2 Exist

The Potion Seese 2 Exist

by jainatahiri
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Author's Note: This is pure fiction focused on the Fantasy side of Sci-Fi/Fantasy. For those familiar with most of my other works, you will find this is non-erotic. It is more of a simple romance than anything.

While this story deals with the magical transformation of a person from male to female, that is all it is - a magical transformation. Nothing contained in this story is meant to diminish gender dysphoria or any of the things a transgendered person must endure.

I have been tossing around the idea of turning this into a series of stories centered on one specific character. I do have a sequel to this story in progress which should be finished and published soon, but that sequel is going to bring closure to the fate of the character I may be writing other stories about.

As always, feedback, including ideas, is welcome, either publicly through comments or by sending a message directly to me.

I hope you enjoy.

JT

-- Prologue --

As with so many people around the world, Esmeralda wept. She wept for the lives of those lost, victims of the terrible tragedies of the day. She wept for those lost in the attacks against the World Trade Center. She wept for those lost in the attack on the Pentagon. She wept for those lost in a field in Pennsylvania after passengers attempted to overtake the hijackers.

And she wept for one person, a baby boy born into the world on this tragic day.

She did not know when in this child's life she would be sent to help, only that she would. That is how The Mirror of the Wronged worked. It revealed to members of The Bound their assignments. The Bound only knew they would be required to help. They never knew exactly when or where The Door would appear, only that it would and it would only be visible to The Wronged.

When and where The Door appeared really didn't matter. It could happen at a time when The Wronged reached the darkest point of their life, or when The Wronged reached a crossroads and needed to make a decision. And The Door always appeared in a location familiar and convenient to The Wronged. None of it mattered to The Bound. The time at which they would be beckoned could happen after 10 days in the life of The Wronged, or it could happen in 10 years. To The Bound, it was almost the blink of an eye.

For over 308 years, ever since being "rescued" during the Salem Witch Trials, Esmeralda had been serving her "sentence" to The Council. She knew not why The Council decided to save her other than the fact they had use of her "talents". More than 200 people had been accused and 20 executed during the trials. Esmeralda managed to not only remain unaccused, and thus avoid a trial and possible execution, but she was also the only one who was actually a witch.

Esmeralda had been "bound" with an invisible chain consisting of 300 links; 200 to represent the more than 200 accused and 100 more for the 20 innocents who were executed during the trials. She knew the innocence of all and she could have spared them. She had proof of their innocence, proof their accusers had fabricated stories of their participation in witchcraft. Saving them would have required her to manifest her own powers, though, and would have come at the expense of her own life, so she disappeared, only to be captured by The Council and sentenced to servitude.

Esmeralda's sentence had been to provide a way for The Wronged to correct the grave mistakes they had been subjected to. With each success, a link was removed from her binding chains. With each failure, a link was added. In the more than 300 years since her sentence began, Esmeralda had successfully helped The Wronged 273 times. She had also failed five times. As such, 32 links still remained. She was getting close to the end of her sentence. But she was getting close to breaking the last link and living out a normal life, stripped of the powers she possessed.

For the first time in her 300 years of servitude, she was unsure of herself. Never had she been given an assignment such as this. Never had the mistake she needed to correct involved The Wronged being born the wrong sex. She had heard of many assignments handled by other members of The Bound involving someone being born a sex that did not match their gender, but those cases were able to be handled by helping The Wronged individual transition.

No, this situation wasn't one where this baby, born this day as the second son to Roger and Evelyn D'Angelo, would grow to experience gender dysphoria realize they were assigned a sex opposite the gender they identified with. This baby would grow to identify as a male and live as a male, but was physically supposed to have been born and identify as female. It was not for Esmeralda to ask how or why this had occurred, only to provide the child with a way to fix what had happened.

It wasn't quite as simple as that, though. While Esmeralda could provide The Wronged with the means to correct the mistake, or to right a wrong, it was still incumbent upon The Wronged to find The Key that would open The Lock. Only when The Lock was opened would Esmeralda's fix be truly be permanent. She never knew what form The Lock or The Key would take, only that they would be there. They could appear in the form of living beings or, as they had in her last assignment, inanimate objects. All she truly knew up until The Door summoned her was the identification of The Wronged and that The Wronged would have 72 hours to fully succeed once the solution she provided was implemented.

"I don't know if I can do this, Lareth," Esmeralda said, finally speaking after receiving her next assignment. "It's one thing to set in motion the events to right a wrong where The Wronged has been forced into an unwanted, pre-arranged marriage, or to right a wrong where The Wronged was wrongfully terminated from a job. But to actually find a way to change a birth sex? Not just surgically change an appearance to match the gender identity, but actually change the birth sex and gender of The Wronged, to alter DNA and internal organs. Why does it appear as though The Council wants to see me fail?"

"The Council desires no such thing, Esmeralda," Lareth shot back. "The Council plays no role in the assignments of The Bound. We merely supervise The Bound, removing or, when necessary, adding links to your binding chains. The Mirror of the Wronged selects the member of The Bound it deems most fit for the assignment." His voice was even, but to Esmeralda it was anything but reassuring.

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"How am I to accomplish this? How am I to change this boy to a girl and ensure the wrong is made right, that the mistake is corrected? You know even better than I do that we can't travel back in time." she said.

"I have said what I will. The mirror has chosen you for a reason. As you well know, all the details required, as well as the solution to correct the mistake, will become known to you when The Door calls upon you. Remember, your job is merely to provide a way to correct the mistake, thus giving The Wronged a chance to live their life the way they were meant to. Complete success is still dependent upon The Wronged implementing your solution, finding The Key, and opening The Lock." Lareth tried to give Esmeralda a reassuring look, but he could see she truly believed The Mirror of the Wronged had set her up for failure. "I have faith in you, Esmeralda. Even your failures were not truly yours. You gave them the chance to right the wrongs perpetrated against them. They were all a result of unforeseen circumstances involving either The Key or The Lock."

"Thank you for your faith, Lareth, but I just don't know," she sighed.

"You must have faith in yourself, Esmeralda. You will find a way to right the wrong and The Key and The Lock will play their roles."

With Lareth's words, he began to fade away. As had happened 278 times since her sentence began, Esmeralda felt the pull of The Door as it took its place in time. She would not know how many years had passed until she made first contact with The Wronged.

As Esmeralda was pulled into an unknown time in the life of The Wronged, the extent of the mistake to be corrected became clear to her. The situation was more dire than she could have ever foreseen. The Wronged was in love with The Lock, but as a male, The Wronged would never have that love returned. As Lareth had told her, she knew what she must do, but she had no knowledge of what or who The Key was that would open The Lock. Would The Wronged be able to find The Key and open The Lock in time?

-- Chapter One --

I felt like I had been running scales up and down the neck of my brand-new Jackson Custom Shop Rhoads guitar for only a few minutes. I had just picked it up, and it played like a dream. It wasn't a normal looking Rhoads model in that it didn't have a traditional pointy headstock. I had a hell of a time when dealing with the guys at the shop because I wanted my Rhoads to have the 'A' shaped headstock, with 3 tuners on each side, similar to the one the late Oli Herbert from All That Remains had played.

It was neck-thru construction, with an alder body and maple neck. painted in a pink, purple, light grey and white urban digital camouflage pattern. It had an EMG 89XR pickup in the bridge position, and an EMG 89X in the neck position, with two push/pull tone controls, one for each pickup, and a single volume control. It had a Floyd Rose Original floating bridge and was finished off with a three-way toggle switch to switch between pickups and a kill switch that I could press to cut the signal. The fingerboard was ebony and I'd had the shop use black stain on it to deepen the color.

It had Luminlay fret markers on the side of the neck, but the only visible fret marker on the fingerboard was a single stylized "S2E" at the 12

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fret. It was our band logo, the S2E standing for 'Seese 2 Exist', our band name, and it had taken almost 6 months between sending the order in and paying for it and actually receiving the guitar from Jackson.

I was one of the guitarists in the band, the other being Steven Seese, co-founder of the band, my former guitar instructor, and older brother to our lead singer, Michael Seese, who was also my fiancΓ©e. Their other brother and Steven's twin, Spencer, was our drummer. With the last name of Seese, they were the inspiration behind our band name. Our longtime friend, Bobby Gaddick, rounded out the quintet on bass. Michael, Steven and Spencer's younger sister, and my best friend, Lauren, was an unofficial 6

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member, playing keyboards for us on two songs.

We were a Metalcore band hailing from the San Diego area in California, which many thought unusual considering most of the bands in the U.S. Metalcore scene were based on the East Coast.

The rest of the band had given me a hard time when, upon receiving my share of our advance from the record company, the first thing I did was contact Jackson Guitars about building me a Randy Rhoads model to my specifications. Except for Michael, all the other guys opted to use part of their advances to do things like put down payments on fancy new cars. Michael had only said he was saving his share of the advance for something really special.

"Kell. Hey! Kelly!" I heard a voice coming from somewhere as I practiced a sweep picking portion of my solo to our song, "Beneath the Glass", but I didn't pay much attention to it.

"Earth to KT, come in KT." It was Michael. When he said 'KT', it came out like 'Katy'. They were the initials of my first and middle names, and it was his favorite nickname for me, rarely using 'Kell'. Although he had no recollection of it, he hadn't always said it like 'Katy'. In fact, he had only recently started saying it like 'Katy'. He used to say it as two deliberately enunciated letters, but he didn't know that.. "Babe, we're due on stage in about 45 seconds. They already started the intro music and the other guys are already in place. I know you're in love with your new toy, but it's now time for you to stop daydreaming and use that toy to make us some money."

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A quick glance at the clock in the green room said I hadn't been doodling on the guitar for only a few minutes. I had been at it for over 2 hours.

Guitar in hand, I followed Michael out of the green room and ran to the stage. Kari, my guitar tech, took my guitar and quickly changed guitar straps, attaching one with a wireless transmitter while I put my in-ear monitors in. Fortunately, it only takes a few seconds to get my monitors in, and, with the Dunlop strap locks I preferred, Kari made quick work with the straps. By the time the lights came up at the end of our intro music, I was in place and ready to go with the opening riff of the first song on our setlist, "Hammer Under Ice".

Things were going great for the band. Tonight was the first night of a tour where we were co-headliners with another band, Behind the Sorrow, who shared a manager and producer with us, Darren Allgate. We were going to be alternating nights where we were the featured act, and a simple flip of a quarter by Darren had determined who the first closing band would be. Michael called heads, and heads it was. Whether that was going to be a good thing, bad thing, or completely indifferent remained to be seen, but here we were, taking the stage about 25 minutes after Behind the Sorrow finished their set.

Michael and I shared singing duties on our second song, a ballad called "Forever With You" that transitioned to an up-tempo rocker. He had written it as a love song to me, and I loved it from the first time he played a rough demo of it. It was a last-minute addition to our new album and I had loved recording it with him, as we went outside the modern norm of recording parts separately, then joining the parts together during the mixing process. Instead, we actually recorded the vocals together. I had been anticipating being able to sing the song with him live, anticipating being able to look into his eyes while he looked in mine while we sang, anticipating the opportunity to project our love for each other to the crowd.

Yes, we were definitely in love. Despite his tattoos, pierced ears, and long hair, pretty much all the stereotypical metal head characteristics, he was the sweetest, kindest, most loving person I had ever met, only narrowly beating out his sister Lauren as the most important person in my life now. Seeing us next to each other was kind of funny, as he towers over my petite 5'5" frame at 6'3". Things between us were going as great as things with the band, and even though the tour was just starting, I was already looking forward to the end of the tour, when we would return home and, after a month-long break, I would go from being Kelly Taylor D'Angelo to Kelly Taylor Seese.

The rest of the show went off without a hitch and, when Michael made band introductions, after introducing himself, he started with, "Mister Bobby Gaddick on bass." Bobby played a funky bass line, which drew cheers from the crowd. He followed that up with, "On drums, the better looking half of the Seese twins, Spencer Seese!" Spencer immediately went into a drum solo, including a lightning quick double bass run, much to the approval of the crowd. Next up, "The other better looking half of the Seese twins, Misterrrrrrr Steeeeevennnn Seeeeeese!" Steven ripped off a short but flashy show of sweep picking, which made the crowd go wild. Finally, he got to me. "And finally, the most amazing woman in bed, and she's pretty fucking skilled with the guitar, too, the love of my life, Kelly "KT" D'Angelo!" Not to be one-upped by Steven, and to prove to both myself and the crowd that I had the chops to do so, I did my own flashy sweep picking, followed by some pinch harmonics and a dive with the whammy bar, continuing to drive the crowd wild.

Indeed, it was a great show, with the promise of many more great shows to come. But it almost didn't happen.

Perhaps I should start at the beginning.

-- Chapter Two -

I was born Kelly Taylor D'Angelo on September 11, 2001. Yep, I was a 9/11 baby. My parents had spent many years unsuccessfully trying to have a baby. Tests on my mom came back normal. Only after my dad finally went in for tests did he learn the problem was with him. He suffered from oligozoospermia, or low sperm count, and the sperm he was producing wasn't strong enough to make the swim and break through mom's eggs. It wasn't his fault. He was otherwise a perfectly healthy 33-year-old man. With some treatment, he was able to finally produce some little swimmers strong enough for the journey, and one of those little swimmers conquered all. 9 months later, on May 9, 1999, my brother Dylan was born.

They both knew it was highly likely that Dylan was going to be their only child. As it turned out, mom did end up getting pregnant again, and 2 years, four months, and two days later, in September of 2001, here I came.

They didn't want to know beforehand if I was going to be a boy or a girl. They were both happy to be bringing a second child into this world. While later in life mom admitted to me they were hoping I would be a girl, she said they didn't want to go through the motions of picking both a boy's name and a girl's name then naming me accordingly. Instead, they settled on a first and middle name that could be used for either. And on September 11, 2001, while the rest of the world watched in horror as the images of the World Trade Center towers coming down were replayed over and over on TV, my parents welcomed me, Kelly Taylor D'Angelo, their second son, into the world.

Wait. Did I just say their second son? Yep. I sure did, because, you see, I wasn't always the woman I am today. In fact, I didn't become a woman until one magical night a few short months ago.

Before I get to the details, I never really experienced what people know as gender dysphoria. I was born a boy and, even though I had many times wished I had been born a girl, I was still comfortable being a boy. I simply chalked things up to fate and I lived my life the best way I knew how.

I wasn't the only one who wished I had been born a girl. There were many times over the years where my mom or my dad, and sometimes both, made reference to the fact things with me would have just been easier if I had been born a girl. Don't get me wrong, they have always loved me and never treated me differently. But I was always on the smaller side and I always tended to want to participate in activities that were typically viewed as more feminine.

Don't get me wrong there, either. I never really found myself wanting to play with dolls while I was growing up. I skated and I played soccer, both activities in my parents' eyes that both boys and girls often participated in. But I also hung around girls a lot, jumping rope and swinging hula hoops around my waist. It wasn't until sometime around my 14

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birthday that I told them I wanted to learn to play guitar. They saw a glimmer of hope in that.

It wasn't so much that I wanted to play guitar that gave them hope, because after all, there are also a lot of female guitarists out there. No, what gave them hope was the fact I was following in Dylan's footsteps and found myself increasingly interested in the heavily male dominated world of heavy metal. Moreover, our next-door neighbor's kids, brothers Steven, Spencer, and Michael, as well as their sister Lauren, were also musicians and were into the same music Dylan, and now me, were into.

While my parents didn't necessarily like the type of music Dylan and I were into, us being fans of such bands as All That Remains, Killswitch Engage, and Five Finger Death Punch, as well as some of the harder stuff, our dad didn't complain too much, having been a metalhead himself in the 80's. He had grown up listening and still listened to the likes of Metallica, Megadeth, and Anthrax. In fact, my dad was beside himself the first time he heard me listening to some of those bands without him forcing me to do so, and he encouraged me to listen to more.

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