One could be led to believe that living in a house with only won would prepare for what was coming my way. I thought it would, honestly. I knew what life had in stock for . Living in the biggest tropolis of the free world, exposed to all kinds of dia, I had the intellectual knowledge. I had secondhand experience watching my sisters and my mother go through it seventeen tis a year each. Tis four, one out of every seven days a woman in my family was in that special state.
I thought I was ready. I was a fool.
The sll of blood was a known one. I had Wyxnos and his System as witnesses on how many tis I bled in my current and previous life. I was at the plantation in my lab preparing poison paste for the [Assassins] when I slled blood.
Nenandil remarked. There was no malice or snark in the fairy's ntal voice.
I felt weak on the knees and slid down to sit on the floor with my legs forming a W around . As if waiting for to grow aware of my new condition, the cramps ca. It was as if sothing was squeezing down inside and under my navel.
Nenandil said, trying to be helpful. I focused hard to stop from snapping at her.
I would have to deal with a problem I was pushing aside for five lives already. No, it wasn't the fact I was bleeding out of my crotch.
I had to accept who I was. Having my mories on Earth co first, molding my being before the others had start every life with that sense of identity. The wounds I got from fighting, the feelings about the people around , everything felt like a very imrsive first-person videoga. But the feeling of my uterus cramping was such an alien sensation for a -forr- male that it shattered that notion.
It was sothing they always get wrong in those sex-changing stories. That the person will only notice they changed genders once they look in the mirror or touch themselves. What my experience showed was that it was awfully obvious. Just from my body's sensations, I can tell things are different. No touching required. I couldn't sense my dick or my balls where they should. Instead, I could clearly feel sothing else in my crotch. Or inside of it.
Sotis I even flex a muscle I am sure the forr shouldn't have.
I stood up after the big cramp passed, picking a damp rag to clean the floor. It seed I was one a heavy bleeders. I confess, I had no idea how much was normal and it frightened . I took off my trousers and loincloth. My work tunic went almost down to the knees so I wouldn't expose myself too much. I fashioned a sanitary pad and another loincloth out of the soft cloth I use as bandages. Then I went to the river to wash the blood. I didn't feel like asking Nenandil to do it for .
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I learned one curious thing as I cleaned up my ss. I always thought periods ca like a trickle. No. It gushes every now and then. A cramp and splosh. More blood out.
I imagine today would be the day the System beca accessible to . Well, an achievent gained. Survive until puberty.
On the way back, I run into Gloria. The veteran [Assassin] looks at and makes a puzzled face.
"Did you kill sothing?"
I make an even more puzzled face, "No? Why?"
"I sll blood on you," She said, causing to blush imdiately. She looked at the damp clothes I'm carrying and tilts her head to see my bare legs under my tunic. "Oh! Poor girl. How are you feeling?"
"I think I'll survive. Thanks, Gloria."
She put a hand on my shoulder, "If you want to ask anything, just say. I was in your shoes one day. And I had a ton of doubts."
Gloria being nice to . What a novelty. And I had absolutely no idea if she was lying to or not. I decided to trust her. "Can we talk in my lab? I'm not... we're exposed here."
"Sure, lead on. Do you need a towel?"
"I have sothing on already, thanks."
I returned to the lab and laid my clothes out to dry on an empty table. I frowned upon using Nenandil for frivolous chores. She wasn't my servant.
"Do you have sage's root? Or weeping maidens?" Gloria asked while browsing my shelves of reagents.
"Yes. The jars are labeled," I answered as I crossed the lab to reach her. "This one. Weeping maiden. I have no idea why it's nad so."
"Well, make so tea with it. If you have cramps, you'll figure out quickly why it is called as such," She winked.
My Skills guided when I thought what I could do with weeping maiden leaves and I had an surge of inspiration. The herb is a muscle relaxant. I picked another two jars and made a mix of crushed leaves to brew my tea with. The combination of herbs would enhance the relaxing effect.
"Rember to change your pad often. The blood can clot and it can cause diseases. Also, you don't want to be slly down there," She smirked. "You should ask your mother to make so permanent pads for you. You can wash them."
On perfect cue, my uterus decides to protest against biology, and my chest aches at the sa ti. Gloria giggles. Then she gropes .
"Yes, they're growing too. You'll have so interesting months ahead of you," she remarks, amused. "You'll start to look at boys differently too. You should be cautious around them. They'll feel you are a ripe fruit now and will try to take a 'bite'."
I just stare at her. If I was an Earthling girl, I would be a couple months short of fifteen years old. Maybe I was a late bloor. And I have no interest in n. Like, thinking of dicks reminds I still miss mine. I'm not ready to put one in . No way. I haven't even masturbated yet. Maybe I should. I think I read on the internet that it helps with the cramps.
Gloria keeps teasing and I let her. It might be good to have sothing in common besides the sa boss and job, although I haven't murdered anyone in the last few years. The tea was bitter but the effect hit in minutes. I felt warm and relaxed inside.
"Well, I have to go now," Gloria said. "Take it easy these days. I'll tell the boss if you need so ti off."
"Thanks, Gloria."
She kissed my forehead. I froze in surprise. "See you around, princess."
The last thing I saw before she vanished in plain sight was her smirk. Damn.
Good. I didn't have to worry about an invisible [Assassin] peeping on .
After dumping the bloody water and fetching two buckets at the well, I locked myself inside my laboratory. It was an apartnt of four rooms in the plantation main building. I had the chemistry lab where I made my poisons and ointnts, a crude operating room with a table covered in a sheet of bronze, and two bedrooms. One with two cots and no other furniture next to the operating room where my patients rested to recover from surgery, and another bedroom with a good bed, a dresser, an armoire and a desk which was where I slept when I stayed over.
Sotis wounded [Assassins] were brought to . Potions were expensive, magical healing too rare, so they brought them to the doctor here. Or should I say, [Surgeon]? The product of fifteen seasons of Gray's Anatomy and other shows. And the System bending reality behind the scenes.
But enough of that. I wanted to spend so quality ti with myself.
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