The Story With No Title
That Week
We will forgo any detailed account of Paullina's many unpleasant adventures in the outhouse during the ensuing week.
The week crawled by with the speed of a glacier (well maybe not that slow) the place was beautiful. She wandered about most of the time finding different nooks and crannies each day, but she was growing increasingly restless. At first it had been easy adjusting to her new body, but the more she thought about it the harder it was to do simple things. She now had to be very careful when she walked and her shoulders and arms were bruised from cutting corners too sharply. She began to long to be nice and petite again and most importantly, female.
And to pile on more problems she was getting frustrated to the point of frenzy. All those thousands of fan girls out there would have loved to be there and here she was with a very large population of male elves walking about in all their glory and she was stuck in the body of a man. Thankfully she was entirely oblivious to the many glances she received from the female elves, the most frequent being from Liriel. If Paullina had known this she probably would have crawled into a hole and died. (Or run away screaming never to be seen again) [1]
The scenery beautiful, the food delicious, and eye candy a plenty, music to die for and the softest bed she had ever slept on, but her happiness and sanity were rapidly sliding away.
The day she had been there a full week her mood was at an all time low, the novelty of being male had long since worn off and she began to get horribly homesick. Walking away from the gardens and into the woods Paullina broke down. Finding a convenient tree (the nearest one) she grasped it firmly and began to pound her head into it muttering oaths that would be improper to repeat here.
Realizing she now had a headache and possibly brain damage she turned and sat down at the base of the tree and began to cry. After a few minutes she wrapped her arms around her knees, set her head down on them and began to cry in earnest. Not having the capacity for coherent thought at this time she kept on crying headless of dehydration or that fact that she was being quite loud.
She didn't know how long she sat there and cried, but after some time she heard a voice.
"Paul, what is it that causes you grief?"
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[1] Neither the author nor the character is homophobic. Considering the character Paullina's state of mind at the time she wouldn't be able to deal with something like that rationally.
That Week
We will forgo any detailed account of Paullina's many unpleasant adventures in the outhouse during the ensuing week.
The week crawled by with the speed of a glacier (well maybe not that slow) the place was beautiful. She wandered about most of the time finding different nooks and crannies each day, but she was growing increasingly restless. At first it had been easy adjusting to her new body, but the more she thought about it the harder it was to do simple things. She now had to be very careful when she walked and her shoulders and arms were bruised from cutting corners too sharply. She began to long to be nice and petite again and most importantly, female.
And to pile on more problems she was getting frustrated to the point of frenzy. All those thousands of fan girls out there would have loved to be there and here she was with a very large population of male elves walking about in all their glory and she was stuck in the body of a man. Thankfully she was entirely oblivious to the many glances she received from the female elves, the most frequent being from Liriel. If Paullina had known this she probably would have crawled into a hole and died. (Or run away screaming never to be seen again) [1]
The scenery beautiful, the food delicious, and eye candy a plenty, music to die for and the softest bed she had ever slept on, but her happiness and sanity were rapidly sliding away.
The day she had been there a full week her mood was at an all time low, the novelty of being male had long since worn off and she began to get horribly homesick. Walking away from the gardens and into the woods Paullina broke down. Finding a convenient tree (the nearest one) she grasped it firmly and began to pound her head into it muttering oaths that would be improper to repeat here.
Realizing she now had a headache and possibly brain damage she turned and sat down at the base of the tree and began to cry. After a few minutes she wrapped her arms around her knees, set her head down on them and began to cry in earnest. Not having the capacity for coherent thought at this time she kept on crying headless of dehydration or that fact that she was being quite loud.
She didn't know how long she sat there and cried, but after some time she heard a voice.
"Paul, what is it that causes you grief?"
----
^_^
[1] Neither the author nor the character is homophobic. Considering the character Paullina's state of mind at the time she wouldn't be able to deal with something like that rationally.
