Magical Feminine Box Make Son To Daughter 💅👰‍♀️

 

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Emma, the receptionist told her it's your daughter. Susan Denton looked at her watch and frowned with a mother's intuition. She knew something must be wrong. Jade. What's up? You better get home. Mom. Jade's voice betrayed her normally stoic approach to all emergencies. What's wrong? Is it Stewart? Sort of just come home, please, on the 20 minute drive back to her house.

All manner of possibilities ran through the mother's mind. Everything from a bad cut to a broken bone, right up to a freak twister that knocked down the house, leaving her son in the rubble. She blamed herself for not being at home more often, but since the divorce, six years ago, she had to work to pay for the little luxuries of life like food, the mortgage, her kids' schooling, and electricity.

She also thought about her two children. Jade at almost 17 was a lot like her in many ways, petite and blonde. Jade was very good looking. A fact. She used to her advantage. On many occasions. The girl was the student of the two and sometimes took life a little too seriously for Susan's comfort. Her son Stewart, two weeks off his 15th birthday, was much more laid back, much more like his father at N on Six Foot Tall.

He towered over both her and his sister. He had his father's darker coloring and winning grin, and he was also a pretty good sportsman playing both Australian rules, football and cricket for his school and a grade tennis for a local club during the summer. In fact, the one trait Stewart seemed to inherit from Susan and not her ex-husband was a love of music.

He was pretty good at the guitar and has organized a few of his friends into a halfway decent garage band. God alone knew what was happening back at the house, but as she pulled up, she was overjoyed to see the place was still pretty much as she left it that morning, she quickly parked her car and raced into the house only to be met by Jade.

What she snapped at her daughter. What on earth is wrong? Come and see for yourself. Mom. After the terrible business trip to Hong Kong, the last thing she needed was the drawn out torture she was feeling. But she followed her daughter into the kitchen where she saw a girl in her early teens sitting at the kitchen table.

It looked like the girl was in shock, and she'd recently been crying. Susan tried to work out what the hell was going on and why she'd been summoned from work for a girl she'd never seen before. And then she saw the box. My God, she gasped hand rushing to her mouth. It can't be. It is her daughter replied.

Susan continued to look at the girl dressing in a pair of denim shorts and powder blue t-shirt with a sweetheart neckline. The girl hadn't even acknowledged Susan's presence. The look in her eyes told both Jade and her mother that she was off with the fairies. For the moment, Susan thought it might be the best place for her.

You'd better come and see this mom again. Susan followed her daughter this time down the hall. Notice anything different? The 16-year-old asked. It took her a second, but once again, Susan simply said, my God, in every family photo hanging on the hall wall, the young girl sitting in shock in her kitchen was now in the shot.

But wait, there's more. Jade Denton said, sounding like a cheesy presenter on the home shopping channel. She led her mother to Stewart's bedroom and threw the door open with a bit too much melodrama for Susan's liking. The room that she had last seen before work that morning was totally changed. It had been like most teenage boys' bedrooms a complete pigsty.

Now it was ordered and distinctly feminine. The color was changed. White walls and a floral bedspreads seemed to leap out at her, as did the piles of makeup on the dresser in a jewelry box that had once belonged to Susan's mother. When did it happen? Jade took a deep breath. Something she did when she was about to launch into a long explanation.

Well, she started, I went out shopping this morning at around 10. When I got home. I found him where he is now and saw the box, put two and two together and then rang you. All I've been able to get out of him since is that he found it in your wardrobe when he was looking for his birthday presence. I guess he got more of a surprise than he bargained for.

Susan headed back for the kitchen and looked at the shocked kid who was now sitting in the fetal position. It didn't much matter, boy or girl, the scared child was hers, and she hugged her and brushed away her tears. I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean for you to find the box. You know about that thing. Stewart asked her pointing to the intricately carved jade box on the table.

You know, when you didn't tell me. The words hung in the air like some kind of noxious gas. Then the girl boy raised herself to her full height, which was now much closer to five feet than six, and announced great. Now I have to go to the toilet. Remember to sit, Jade smiled and was rewarded by a murderous look that was uncalled for.

Susan said to her daughter after Stewart left the room, why look at him? He's only been a girl for a little over an hour and he's totally gone to pieces. I'd hate to see him getting touched up by some guy or be around for his first period. If this is any indication of how he'll handle it, how can you say that?

Jade, his whole world, it turned upside down and he's scared. Well, as far as I am concerned, he's a typical guy and a little spell on our side of the fence would teach him lessons he'd never dreamed existed. Okay, Susan shot back, let me put it this way. Do what you can to help him or say goodbye to sunshine because you'll be grounded until you're 30.

Is that clear? Crystal? You took your time. Jade said, and her mother flashed her a warning. Look. So Sumi Stewart replied, understandably sly as he slumped back down into a kitchen chair. I've never had a a Susan finished off the sentence. At least. If you wanna keep breathing. You might find out that all of the slang names for that part of the female anatomy aren't so funny.

Now you have one yourself. His mother was right. How you feeling? Susan asked her son, sympathetically. How do you think I feel, mom, he snapped back at her. I feel like I woke up in the twilight zone, like I'm having some weird kind of nightmare. I mean, I've got boobs for Christ's sake. I'm shorter than Jade now and I feel like I have the body strength of a three-year-old.

I sound like a three-year-old too. And on top of all that, I've got more hair than an old English sheep dog. Stewart grabbed a hand full of his long brown hair and then unconsciously tucked it behind his ear in a very feminine gesture. But apart from that, you're okay. Hey, Jade managed to say with a straight face.

The only thing I want to know, the new girl said ignoring his older sister is how, why and what. That's three things. Jade, Lydia, Denton, Susan said, coming very close to the end of her tether. How does Catholic boarding school sound to you? That seemed to stop the interruptions from her eldest child, so Susan continued.

Okay. Stewart, without realizing it, she took a deep breath just like Jade had, and then kept right on going with her story. Do you remember when I came back from Hong Kong last week, I wasn't in the best of moods. Well, I was meant to go on the business trip with Bob Drummond, but his son was in a car accident, so they sent me over there with Lou Stevens.

Aha. Susan was a personal assistant at one of the largest internet providers in Australia. I get on fine with Bob, but Lou is a different story. We were over in Hong Kong to try and get a contract with a Chinese firm, and Lou basically worked me like a dog. I don't mind that I get good money, especially when I'm away from time to time.

What really got me was the way he acted in front of the Chinese. He more or less treated me like a slave and was just about as sexist as a person could be. I could put up with even that to a point on the last day there, I found out that while I was working my butt off. Lou had one of the women from accounting stashed away in his hotel room at night, and in the day she went out and saw Hong Kong.

The only bit of the island I saw was on the way from the airport to the hotel or out of the window on the 17th floor. Susan stopped to light a cigarette and look at both her children. I was fuming. I mean really fuming. I'm surprised I didn't burst into flames. I was so hot. I was sitting in the bar having some wine, trying to work out what to do about it, and I got talking to this lovely waitress named me Ling.

I poured out the whole story to her and she could see I was mighty angry. In the end, she gave me a piece of paper with an address and a name on it. Mama Chow. She said, mama Chow could help me, and told me to go see her. She wouldn't elaborate on it, but I got the feeling that Mama Chow, whoever she was, might well be the right person to talk to.

Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, using it almost like a comma in a sentence. Susan continued. It was Sunday, we flew out, heading for home early the next morning, and I went out and saw a bit of the place. I really didn't care if I got the sack. It was wonderful. So full of people, and the shopping was great, but all day I just kept thinking of Mama Chow.

I didn't know how she could help me, but in the end I just sort of drifted to the address. I had Stewart inwardly groaned. He hated the way both of the women in his house used a thousand words to tell a story he could have told in 200. On this occasion though, his masculinity was on the line, so he let her go.

Anyway, before I knew it, I was knocking on the door in this dirty little alley in one of the older parts of Hong Kong. This kid, about eight years old, opened the door and I told him mailing had sent me to see Mama Chow. He just nodded and led me up some very rickety old stairs. Mama Chow looked like she was 80, but she was probably more like 60.

She was wearing this blue Mao suit and didn't speak a work of English, so the boy translated for us. Mailing had already phoned her, and she knew all about my problem. That box Susan pointed to the box that was on her kitchen table. Was placed in front of me and I was told it would turn Lou into a woman.

I didn't believe it, but the old woman insisted I take it. She told me that any man who opened the box would become female, and the only people who would ever know the difference was the person transformed by it. And anyone who knew the box's purpose, all the old woman asked was that I write to the hotel and praise me Ling, so she might get a better paid job.

So you left the box lying around the house for anyone to open it and Stewart snapped. Susan looked her son up and down. Well, if you call hidden behind my shoe rack in the wardrobe of my bedroom lying around, then I guess I did the boy grimaced at that last statement. And believe me, you haven't heard the last of that.

The mother said, in a way, only mothers can. Of course I didn't believe it, but the thought of Lou in a dress was enough to make me smile the whole flight home. When Jade picked me up at the airport, I told her about my strange Sunday in Hong Kong. Jade cut in. At this point, the thought of it made me laugh so hard.

I almost wet myself. You see, mom didn't know. But last year at the firm's Christmas picnic, Lou had tried to put the hard word on me and he didn't look like he was going to take no for an answer. Luckily, his wife wandered over to where he had me cornered, and that was the last I heard of it. I didn't tell mom because I knew she'd quit her job Just for the satisfaction of telling Lou where to stick it.

That's right. Susan said I would have, but I thought about the box and was going to gift wrap it and leave it on Lou's desk when the contract is signed and then wait for the fun to start. Stewart took all of this in quietly. It would've been nothing more than bad fairytale if he himself wasn't evidences.

It was all true. I take it. He said slowly and deliberately that there's no reverse switch on this thing. He pushed the box away from him, but he did it gingerly as if afraid of what else it could do to him. Susan Grimaced. No, she said simply leaving the implications hanging in the air between them.

Please tell me you have a plan. Something to get me out of this body. His mother shook her head. The three of them sat around leaving a lot unsaid. Susan was at a loss, but she needed to try something if only to make Stewart feel better. She reached for her Phil OFAC and dialed the hotel. She had stayed in Hong Kong turning on the speaker phone.

She waited until the call was answered. Hello, emperor Ming Hotel came a heavily accented female voice. How may I help you? Yes. My name is Susan Denton. I stayed at your hotel on the 15th, 16 and 17 of this month. I wanna talk to a woman named me Ling. What room please? The receptionist asked, no, she was a waitress.

What room, please was the frustrating answer. Susan fell into the old trap when it came to talking with people who didn't speak English all that well. She slowed her speech down and raised her voice hoping it would make things clear. She staff a waitress mailing. No personal calls was the curt reply, followed by the receptionist hanging up.

Stewart was not feeling a great deal better. If anything, he felt a lot worse. That went well. He said that was only step one. Susan told him there was a guy there, Wang. Who helps set up business conferences and does some translating if it's needed. I have his email address somewhere. If all else fails, I can find Mama Chow.

If we go back to Hong Kong then let's go. Stewart said, in all seriousness, we could catch the next plane. It's about a seven hour flight. I could be normal by the time we go to bed. Jade had kept quiet for as long as she could. Mama chow must be powerful, but I doubt even she could make you normal. Stewart Male.

Yes, normal. One's that good. Susan looked at a smiling jade and shook her head. Don't you have somewhere else to go?

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