Roseofblades

Hi there! Welcome to the first chapter of my story! I want to start by saying this is very much a work in progress, so I may go back at any point and edit or change something in the already posted chapters. I am always trying to both improve my story and improve my writing as whole, so as it progresses I will make sure everything flows together well. There may some elements in this story that you feel warrant a separate tag than the plethora of ones it already has, but the ones I chose are the best representation of the story in its entirety. 

If you didn't already see it, there are photos of all the prominent characters in the glossary section! 

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“Another long night, Erin?”

Erin Martin nodded as she fished out another dollar from her purse and fed it into the fare machine. She looked at the kind old man who always talked with her when she took the bus home from her job at Allie’s Diner and gave him a warm smile.

“Yeah, Ernie, very long.”

She walked a few steps further into the bus and sat in the seat closest to the driver. Ernie and her had slowly formed a sort of friendship over the years that Erin was more than happy to admit that she cherished. She loved talking to him about anything and everything, but their favorite topic tended to be Erin’s aspiring career as a sci-fi/fantasy author. Ernie would often ask her questions about one of her characters she was currently writing about, and she would happily fill him in on whatever was going on in her stories. The two would often talk the entirety of the ride, as Erin rode the bus until the very last stop before the station. Technically her stop was two stops before, but Erin enjoyed their conversations so much that she didn’t mind walking the extra distance if it meant she got to finish telling him about whatever crazy thing she had written about.

Ernie was an older black man in his late 60’s, whose kids had long grown up and had children of their own. He cared for the young redheaded waitress like one of his own daughters, although he’d never admit to it if pressed. He always tried to keep things professional. Didn’t want anyone getting the wrong impression and doing something silly. Keep everyone calm and get them to where they are going. That was his job. Not many drivers enjoyed the late shifts, but Ernie loved them. He enjoyed the way the city always glowed at night. He liked that there were usually far less drivers the later it got, and most of all, he liked the passengers that he ferried to their destinations. They were usually more quiet and reserved. He did have to deal with the occasional obnoxious person who was either drunk or just lacked social graces, but they were few and far between. Erin, by far, was his favorite passenger. Ernie loved to listen to her fantastical tales of thrilling adventurers battling nasty foes, lusty maidens seducing the brave heroes or more often the princesses the heroes were supposed to be rescuing, and crazy aliens encountered on distant worlds. Ernie often encouraged her to submit her works to one of the various publishing companies, but she was convinced that her stories “weren’t good enough for that.”

After filling Ernie in about her latest lesbian protagonist’s crazy exploits, Erin was about to tell him about one of the rude guests she had served when an intensely bright light illuminated the entire left side of the bus.

“What the fuck is-”

Those were the last words out of Erin’s mouth before everything around her went black and she lost consciousness.

“Hear me, oh goddess. I beg for your aid! Please, please hear me…”

I could use a little aid myself… my head is killing me.

Erin groaned as her head pounded like a jackhammer and she felt like she had been taken apart, beat into a messy pulp, and put back together again. What the hell happened? Were they hit by another bus? Did the predatory aliens from one of her stories abduct them into their spaceship? She did her best to force her eyes open despite the agony every cell in her body was enduring. Her vision settled on a worn slate-gray stone floor that looked like it was made up of what used to be large flagstones. The stone was ice cold against her skin and as her senses slowly returned to her, Erin realized that she felt so cold because she was entirely nude.

That revelation made her heart jumpstart the rest of her body into motion, and she sat up immediately. She looked around and saw that she was laying in some sort of ruined building. A church of some kind, if the strange altars and statues were any indication. As her eyes scanned the room, they fell across a young woman kneeling in front of a half destroyed statue. The woman’s partially covered face was contorted in agony as tears streamed down her face. Despite her nudity and the strangeness of waking in a strange place, Erin felt compelled to help the young woman in a way she couldn’t explain.

Erin slowly stood up on shaky feet and checked herself for any injuries. Other than the way she felt, she appeared to be completely uninjured; so she walked forward slowly towards the other woman. The woman appeared to be praying to some sort of feminine statue, a goddess most likely. As the kneeling woman rocked back and forth in a sort of self-soothing manner, Erin’s boldness grew and she spoke softly.

“Hello? Are you OK?”

The other woman paid her no mind, if she had heard her at all. Erin moved a little closer and spoke a little louder.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

Either the woman was deaf, or something was making it so that she was unable to hear her. As Erin moved almost next to the woman, she reached out to gently touch her shoulder and then thought better of it. She didn’t know if this woman was armed, and in the state she was in, startling her might end badly for Erin. Instead she moved behind one of the other statues and looked down at herself, actually taking the time to study her body more closely to perhaps find some clue as to what had happened.

The strangest thing was that her body looked healthier than she remembered. Erin didn’t use a lot of beauty products, but one thing she did do was moisturize her skin. One had to, living in the cold, almost moisture-free climate of Wyoming. But the way Erin’s skin looked now was almost… radiant? The most startling change came when she ran her fingers down her abdomen, which was way more toned than it used to be, and then down further between her legs. There, just below her pubic bone was something she had NOT had before. 

Despite the fact that Erin was a lesbian, she was no stranger to what a penis felt like. Her ex had been trans, so she knew what one felt like in her hands. And there, clasped in her hand, was a penis. That was attached. To her. She moved her fingers down further and found that underneath the flaccid shaft was something she had had before. She felt the velvety texture of her outer labia, and shivered as her fingers came into contact with her clit. So… she had a penis and a vagina. What the actual fuck? She had woken up in another world… and been turned into a futanari. 

Oh. My. God. I’ve been isekaid!

Her internal musings were cut short when the girl lifted her head and appeared to look almost directly at Erin.

“Hello? Is someone there?”

Erin nervously stepped forward, but the woman gave no indication she could see her.

“Well… that explains things at least. I must be a ghost of some sort… It sure would make figuring out where the hell I am a hell of a lot easier if you could see me.”

And just like that... the other woman saw Erin. She let out a loud scream and thrashed around on the floor for a moment before finding her feet and standing up slowly. She pulled a dagger from the belt around her waist and brandished it in front of her.

“Wh-who in the realms are y-you? How d-did you g-get here? And… wh-wh-why are you naked?”

Erin held her hands up to show she met no harm, and did her best to try to explain why the hell she was there.

“It’s OK! I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Erin. I’m uh… I’m a bit lost actually. I don’t know how I got here. I woke up on the floor over there and when I came to I found myself in this place. Without my clothes.”

Erin had little hope that what she had said would come across as believable; so when the other woman lowered the point of the dagger slightly, Erin was completely taken by surprise.

“Can you come a little closer?”

The question startled Erin, and she cocked an eyebrow and stared at the dagger the other woman was holding. She followed Erin’s gaze and nodded once before holding up one hand and slowly sheathing the dagger.

“I won’t hurt you either… I just… you look so familiar.”

“Wh-what? I do?”

Erin didn’t know how to react to that, but that same strange compulsion she felt earlier surfaced again. She took a few steps forward, and then a couple more, until she was an arms length away from the other woman. The woman pulled down the hood that had been obscuring her hair and part of her face, and waves of curly blonde hair bounced free. She studied Erin’s face closely, as Erin studied the blonde woman in front of her. The blonde’s eyes went extremely wide and she took a few steps back and then suddenly dropped to her knees.

“My goddess! It’s you! You’re here! You really came!”

“I’m sorry… WHAT?”

Erin looked from the kneeling woman to the statue that was behind her, and her heart leapt into her throat. Despite the missing sections of its lower body, she could clearly see the ornate craftsmanship depicting a beautiful goddess… who looked EXACTLY. LIKE. HER.

Roseofblades

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