Torment of the moon

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Jamie was a freak of nature, living in a secluded temple where the monks attended to daily needs.

Jamie knew something was wrong when puberty started, that's when it began. Under the full moon he was model handsome and well built, under the new moon she was model gorgeous with a killer bod. For ten days she was female, for ten days he was male, and the other eight days she/he was both.

The monks were nice but they didn't talk much and she was begining to formulate thoughts of escape.




(so either one of the monks reveals his interest...or someone else comes to temple to find Jamie...or Jamie escapes)
 
Derek Johnson

Jamie was a freak of nature, living in a secluded temple where the monks attended to daily needs.

I was an Archelogy Major working on my thesis. Stories handed down from generation to generation. Thus it was as I looked at my reflection in the pool of spring water. A dark haired man looked back at me through blue eyes. He was 6' tall, 185lbs of toned muscle. A broad swath of sweat darkened his khaki shirt. His khaki shorts were relatively untouched, appearing relatively new and clean.

Derek saw the temple ahead over a couple of small hills. The narrow trail he was following led there. He had just passed through a village and wanted to question the monks before he went back to interview the villagers.

Derek knew he would not find any physical evidence, but stories would do for his paper.
 
Jamie

She was getting antsy, it was Day 5 as a woman and she wondered if she would ever have the same face twice, each cycle a new body and visage appeared. She wondered if she looked like a real person, or if her appearance was as unique as her body. This time she had chocalate hair, silky fine that brushed her shoulders in a curtain. She had grown found of styling her hair and was glad that she never had to shave her legs or her face when she was male.

Jamie adapted to her gender rather quickly, thinking as both genders most of time but at peak of each tended to be more feminine or masculine. When she heard a voice echoing in the hall she ran to see who it was. Several monks tried to stop her, unfortunately for them she had picked up more than just social skills and was able to deflect them without much energy.

An outsider, she wondered why, heck ninety percent of the monks were vowed to silence. Sometimes she thought it was merely to keep her secret. She noticed his clothing and wished she had nice clothes that fit. As it was she had gotten pretty good at wrapping the bright orange wrap around her frame. Then again considering her shape changed so often having clothes that fit would be difficult.
 
Derek Johnson

She noticed his clothing and wished she had nice clothes that fit. As it was she had gotten pretty good at wrapping the bright orange wrap around her frame.

The temple didn't have the normal bell that signaled the arrival of visitors, so I walked right in. I walked down the main hall. Not seeing anyone, I called out.

The hall was suddenly filled with orange robed monks. Derek was amazed at how quickly the hall filled up. He was even more amazed when a figure wrapped in orange cloth that made up the monks robes appeared. She, Derek could tell it was a woman, had a shapely form and almost effortlessly moved through the monks.

Derek saw a beautiful young face under a mass of brown hair, once she had made her way to him. "Hello, my name is Derek. Are you allowed to speak? I'm here to do research for a paper I'm writing and I'd like to interview you."
 
They scurried to hide her from him but she made her way through them. "Yes, I can speak, most of the monks have taken a vow of silence. I'm sure I can answer any questions you may have."

I'm thrilled and scared to death as you fall in step beside me and we head to the central altar.
 
Derek Johnson

I'm thrilled and scared to death as you fall in step beside me and we head to the central altar.

I am walking beside the unexpected beauty as we go down the hall. I almost reach to hold her hand as we stride together. It is apparent to me that she is not wearing a bra. Her rather large boobs are moving freely under the orange cloth.

Derek enjoyed the impromptu titiallation caused by her steady walk, but it was over too soon. They stopped in front of the central alter and turned to face each other. She was even more lovely that he had first thought. As he eyes roamed over her form, Derek could feel himself getting excited. He hadn't gotten laid in over a week, which didn't help, but there was something primal about this girl. A base sort of attraction.

Derek stopped his almost rude staring to ask, "What is your name and how did you come to be here?"
 
"My name is Jamie, and I've been here for as long as I can remember." She felt odd around him, her body tingled especially her breasts and she felt her nipples tightening like they did when she washed them. "The monks have protected me from the outside world, your the first real man I've met." She blushed, she just revealed she was a virgin and she hoped he hadn't jumped to the same conclusion. "They treat me really well, but sometimes I feel like they are hiding me from the world."
 
Derek Johnson

"They treat me really well, but sometimes I feel like they are hiding me from the world."

"One thing you must understand Jamie", I said softly to the young virgin, "is that the world outside is full of dangers. An inexperienced, some would say 'untainted', girl such as yourself may have even more trouble than others. The monks are just 'coddling' you to keep you safe."

"It's getting late." Derek said noticing the long shadows. "I'll have to leave to find a place to stay in the village. Can you talk to me more tomorrow, without holding anything back?"
 
He mentioned the dangers of the outside world and for a moment she was happy she was here, in this beautiful serene place. "I'd be happy to show you around tomorrow and answer all your questions."

She wondered what he thought about her, she had so little dealings with the outside world, even mirrors were rare. The only reflection she saw was in pools of water and in the monks eyes as they taught her the arts. She played several instruments, helped with the gardening and tending to animals. Her self defense training was her favorite as it was more like dancing, the focus on body and mind becoming one.
 
Derek Johnson

"I'd be happy to show you around tomorrow and answer all your questions."

I found a place to sleep in the village. Money always opens doors. An old woman served me a late supper. It was bland, but filling. I had a restless night, Jamie's face wouldn't leave my thoughts.

The family woke early and so did Derek. After an equally tasteless breakfast, Derek left for the temple. He informed them that he would return and to spice the supper up a bit.

Derek walked down the path towards the temple rehearshing what he would ask Jamie. He would begin by explaining lycanthropy and relating tales of werewolves from Eastern Europe. Then he would seek personal information from Jamie and ask if she had heard of anyone that was affected by the moon.

Derek cleared the crest of the last hill and saw Jamie standing on the grounds of the temple. He waved to her and jogged down the path to meet her.
 
Jamie

Day 6 after the full moon, she had 4 days before her body would begin to change.

Would he still be around then? would she be able to downplay the changes to spend more time with him?

So many questions, but now she had to focus on his questions. She had been venturing down a path and noticed the monks had been avoiding her, as if she had chosen a different path and they now deemed she should walk it alone.

He looked good in motion, she wondered if that was how her body looked when she was male and running. She felt out of place wearing the orange swathe of fabric wrapped around her, she felt warm around him. Her breasts still moved under the fabric as she took several deep breaths before greeting him.

"Derek, I was not sure you'd be back today." She had noticed how the monks had reacted to him yesterday as if he were more than just a stranger, like he was an intruder.
 
Derek Johnson

So many questions, but now she had to focus on his questions.

"I said that I would be back and here I am." I smiled at her. "You can always count on me Jamie. I know you're monk friends have always been there for you. I want you to feel the same way about me, we can be great friends. And you can share any secrets with me too."

Derek led her to the bank of stream that served as the temple's water source. "Let's sit here and you can tell me about yourself."
 
Jamie

Secrets, if he only knew, she had always know she was different than others. She doubted there was anyone else in the world quite like her, at least not that she had heard of and she was widely read. The monks had an amazing library.

"There's not much to tell, I've lived here for as long as I've known. The monks have seen to my education and I hold the equivalent of several advanced university degrees, in science, philosophy, art, math, economics, and the healing arts."

She felt very shy around him and at same time comfortable. It was odd she felt strange, warm tingle, the hair on her arms standing up.
 
Derek Johnson

She felt very shy around him and at same time comfortable. It was odd she felt strange, warm tingle, the hair on her arms standing up.

I was really surprised by what Jamie told me. First, I was surprised to find her here, then I was surprised to find her so intelligent and informed about the outside world.

Realizing that he had talked down to Jamie, Derek launched into a highly technical talk about what his theory was about and what he hoped to find. Being an American, Derek talked with his hands. Several times his hands brushed against Jamie's soft forearm. When he would pause to catch his breath, his hand would rest on top of hers. Her hand was so warm and she didn't complain, so Derek left his one hand on top of hers, talking with the other.

Derek finally stopped talking, but didn't move his hand, maybe Jamie was not a virgin after all. He was very attracted to this mysterious girl and waited for her to respond to his touch.
 
Jamie

She listened to every word, somewhat surprised by what he was looking for and how close he was to finding it. She replied by discussing the medical condition that originally spawned the legend of werewolves, of people growing hair and being allergic to the sun. She then talked about how every culture had some sort of creature that had a relationship to the cycle of the moon.

She said that she did know that the monks had great interest in the cycles of the moon and had taught her a great deal about the movements of the heavens. They had some interesting books about shapeshifters that might be of interest to him.

Jamie was curious about his interest and asked, "So do you expect to find a being like this alive now? Or just evidence that they did at one time exist?" She suddenly realized that the monks did more than raise her, they had studied her and treated her like a rare and precious gem.
 
Derek Johnson

She suddenly realized that the monks did more than raise her, they had studied her and treated her like a rare and precious gem.

"If I could find such a being, I would be eternally grateful. All I expect is to find some written evidence, at the very least stories that have been passed down. Do you think the monks will give me access to their library? I would appreciate it if you would ask for me."

Derek looked at Jamie as they talked. Every time their eyes would meet, hers shied away. Derek was intrigued by this girl, this woman. She was well read, but was she experienced. Derek did not think so.

"When will you ask? I noticed how the monks are giving me the 'cold shoulder'. If I can't get anything from them, I'll have to leave and ask in the village." Derek smiled at Jamie and shrugged. The ball was now in her court.
 
Jamie

"I can't ask them until the speaking hour, which is after dinner. You would have to return tomorrow." Another day closer to the change. She wasn't sure what she wanted from him, she knew about the physical act and had seen animals mating but she had never really thought about it for herself as the monks were asexual preferring the pursuit of knowledge to the pursuit of pleasure.
 
Derek Johnson

"I can't ask them until the speaking hour, which is after dinner. You would have to return tomorrow."

I nodded understanding. "Well, I should get going anyway. I'll be back in the morning." Derek brushed Jamie's hair from her face. "I'll think of you and all you have told me tonight. Don't let anything happen to you. Think of anything you want to ask me or want from me, it's the least I can do."

Derek said goodbye to Jamie then gave her a friendly hug. Her breasts were full and firm, just as he had imagined them. He saw her face as he turned and set off down the trail. He could not make out everything about Jamie's expression, but it certainly wasn't revultion.

The supper that evening was anything but bland. Derek drank a lot of water while the family smilked knowingly. But, it was better than bland. Derek went to sleep thinking of Jamie. He tried to picture her naked, but couldn't.
 
Jamie

She talked to the monks and after they huddled together and conversed together. Jamie was worried that they would turn her away just for asking. They finally said that she could select one book to show him each day.

She hated their logic, that she would turn him away before the change, and knowing his research she began dreaming, and in dreaming she thought about his offer.

Day 7 after the full moon, she was nervous as she went to the library at sunrise and selected a book on shapeshifters. One she had read often as a child.

She headed for the fountain and began to thumb through the pages, her skin was warm under the sun and she had wrapped her robe loosely around her body today, it had felt way too tight yesterday. She allowed the excess to slide off her shoulder as she played with her reflection in the water.
 
Derek Johnson

Day 7 after the full moon, she was nervous as she went to the library at sunrise and selected a book on shapeshifters.

I saw Jamie sitting by the fountain as I crested the last hill. it was strange how I could almost immediately make out which figure was Jamie. I called out to her as I got closer.

Derek jogged the last few yards to Jamie. She was reading a book and playing in the fountain. Derek noticed that her 'robe' was wrapped much more loosely around her.

Jamie explaned to Derek that he could read one book a day then handed him the book on shape shifters. Derek sat down next to Janie and smiled as she handed him the book. Derek had read a copy of this book before, but he handled it carefully, like it was a once-hidden treasure.

Derek was even more attracted to Jamie, dressed as she was. true all her feminine curves were hidden by her orange 'robe'. "Are you forbidden to leave the temple? I would like to take a walk with you away from here."
 
Jamie

She recalled when she had wandered into village as child, no one had noticed another scruffy child then and when someone did, they began asking her all sorts of questions about where she came from, her name, her family, and so on. She had been curious to find out if there were others like her.

She had quickly realizing her uniqueness as people recognized each other by appearance. Jamie had never looked the same after changing. One change she'd be a blonde fair skinned with blue eyes, the next have curly red hair, freckles, and green eyes, the next a deep tan, brown hair, and brown eyes.

During the change from male to female each morning was a surprise as she switched coloring. The change from female to male merely changed her body and she often felt like she was many different sets of identical looking fraternal twins, a man and woman all wrapped up in one body.

She noticed his response to book and was slightly surprised he had read it before. He seemed slightly dissapointed not only in her choice but in the conditions. At the same time he seemed pleased they would be spending more time together.

How would she explain the change? That after almost 8 days of hiding her twin brother suddenly would take over? Feign illness for those eight days? She was still thinking about what she wanted from him as she spoke.

"There is nothing in the village for me, everything I require is here." She wondered if the village still told rumors of a strange being, that was protected by the monks. "The village is dark, ugly. This is beautiful, full of life and light."
 
Derek Johnson

"The village is dark, ugly. This is beautiful, full of life and light."

I quickly agreed with her. "I know that the village is not a place for you, I meant we could walk through the fields and in the hills." Derek glanced quickly through the book and saw that there were no notes or additions to the text. Seeing this, he handed it back to Jamie saying, "Sorry, but there is nothing new in this for me to read. Would you like to walk with me? That way we can get to know each other better."

Derek waited for a response from Jamie. She was like a breath of fresh air, he had never met someone so seemingly pure and innocent. Derek wanted to know much more about Jamie before he had to go.
 
Jamie

She wondered if he would be interested in her personal journals. What would he think? Could she bring herself to share her innermost thoughts she had over the years. She knew the modern ink would instantly give it away as recent. She doubted she could pass it off as a copy and was struggling with the decision as she smiled brightly and whispered.

"I would enjoy that," her brown eyes shined as she decided that on day ten she would ask him to show her what it was like to join with a man. She blushed furiously as she had made up her mind and still wavered about the decision.
 
Derek Johnson

"I would enjoy that," her brown eyes shined as she decided that on day ten she would ask him to show her what it was like to join with a man.

I was pleased that she could and would go off alone with me. I waited while she ran the book, actually a rare book, back to the library. She was poetry in motion as she half ran to the library and back. I was sure that I caught a glimse of her breasts bouncing under her loose fitting 'robe'.

Derek and Jamie enjoyed themselves as they walked and talked. At one point Jamie stumbled and Derek caught her in his arms. She had curves in all the right places, Derek could feel them. Uncharacteristically, he blushed, then walked arm in arm with her.

The rest of their walk together was very cozy and Derek was sorry to see it end. He walked her to the entrance to the temple and told her he would be back early the next morning. Derek gave Jamie a quick peck on the cheek before he set off down the trail to the village.

He spent another restless night dreaming of Jamie and somehow knowing that he was meant to have met her.
 
Jamie

Day 8 after the full moon

Jamie woke up with an odd feeling, she had been dreaming of Derek, of mating with him, of feeling him inside her, and then of her changing and feeling herself inside of him. She glanced down her dark brown nipples hard, the aerola's swollen as if preparing for something. The slightest touch made her shiver in pleasure and she realized there was a wet spot between her legs soaking her only robe.

She didn't have time to wash it out as she had over slept by dreaming. She wrapped it around herself quickly, the wet spots rubbing against her tits, she was unaware that her nipples now showed clearly through the fine thin damp material. The scent was strange to her as she grabbed an ancient text on lunar cycles and the effect on the mortal pscyhe.

She dashed to their meeting spot, out of breath feeling her bare pussy slippery with need.
 
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