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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Native American Princess"
Date: 29 Aug 1995 08:52:54 GMT
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Didn't write it, not responsible for it. Enjoy it!
-Lisa Blades



<Native American Princess>
A TG Fantasy Fable by Trixxi D'Leon (trixdleon@aol.com)

I've heard that in times past certain Native American nations fully
accepted TGs as women. Sometimes I dream of being a teenage boy in a
wagon
train of settlers. But, I didn't like to ride in my family's wagon. No.
I
liked to ride in the wagon with Bobby, another settler boy, and his
younger sister Barbra, because I was sweet on Bobby, and because I
liked
to be around Barbra, because I wished I was a girl, just like her.
Bobby
wanted to be a Captain in the US Calvary when he grew up, and he used
to
thrill me so with his stories of adventure and bravery. I loved him so
much, but I was scared to death to say anything. Things are so
different
today.

When no one was looking, around mealtime, I used to sneak into Bobby
and
Barbra's wagon, and put on Barbra's clothes. I had pretty long hair,
and I
thought I looked pretty good. Her underwear and petticoats and dresses
felt so soft and wonderful. It was like magic! When I put on her
clothes,
I felt that I *became* a real girl. One evening, right after I had
gotten
all dressed up in one of Barbra's best dresses, Bobby discovered me. I
thought he was going to kill me, and I fainted dead away. But I woke up in
Bobby's arms. He was kissing me, right on the mouth, and telling me how
lovely I was. I was so happy that I began to cry, and kissed him back with
my entire soul. He liked that. After that evening we would sneak off from
the camp every chance we could. He would put Barbra's clothes in a bag for
me, and I would dress for him, and we would kiss and pet and love each
other. It was like a dream come true.

But one night, when we were off from the camp and I was all dressed up,
the Native Americans attacked! From behind the trees, with his arms
around
me, we both saw the entire wagon train get wiped out. They were killing
everyone, and they were taking some of the women. A few of the Native
Americans began to search around the camp, and they were getting
closer. I
told Bobby to run and get help. He said that he would never leave me,
but
I insisted, telling him that I couldn't run so good in Barbra's dress.
They were getting closer. Bobby grabbed me and kissed me deeply,
promising
he would save me, then he ran off, and I was all alone. I was so
frightened.

The Native Americans found me. They were about to kill me, one raised
his
tomahawk to strike me down, when a handsome young Native American
warrior
made them stop. He was Wild Eagle, the son of the chief. He was looking
at
me strangely with wildfire in his eyes. He ordered them to take me back
to
their village with the other women prisoners. Thank goodness Bobby got
away! That night, during the war party celebration, they found out that
I
was really a boy. I thought they were going to kill me, but, again,
Wild
Eagle made them stop. He put me into the hands of the Medicine Man, and
told the whole tribe that I was going to live with them as a woman. I
was
terrified, but at the same time, I was delighted, because this was what
I
had always wanted anyway.

For the next 10 years, I lived as a girl with the Native Americans. I
was
taught how to dress like a girl, act like a girl, and how to do all of
a
girl's chores. And every week for the next 10 years, the Medicine Man
would give me special food and herbs and things, and make me bathe in a
special underground grotto in a big cavern near the village that he
poured
some kind of goop into. I never grew any hair on my body, (well, almost
none) and, as time went by, I became soft and curvy. I even started to
grow breasts! And every week for the next 10 years Wild Eagle would
come
to visit with me. He was wonderful! He was strong, afraid of nothing,
and
he was a mighty hunter. He also had very broad shoulders, a runner's
powerful legs, and a dreamy smile. I think he loved me. I liked him an
awful lot, too, but I missed Bobby with all my heart. I didn't know if
he
was dead or alive.

The other girls didn't like all the attention I was getting from Wild
Eagle, though. They were very jealous and treated me real bad. They
made
me do all their dirty work. But they were too scared to make fun of
Wild
Eagle. He became Chief. One day, he called the whole tribe together and
told everybody that I was going to be his wife. I was so happy. With
the
celebration outside whooping in my ears, the ladies dressed me in
beautiful, beaded, white buckskin tunic and skirt separates with
matching
moccasins. They did my hair, which had grown to below my waist, in one
big
braid, put lots and lots of pretty jewelry on me, and crowned me with a
charming headband. It was wonderful and I was as beautiful as a new
dawn.

But just as they were escorting me to Wild Eagle, to the center of the
village where we were to be wed, the US Calvary attacked. Leading the
charge was a tall and handsome Captain -- so handsome he took my breath
away. Our eyes met, and in an instant we recognized one another. It was
Bobby! My Bobby! All grown up, and quite a dashing hunk. He leap off of
his horse, swinging his saber and firing his pistol, and reached for my
arm, but Wild Eagle stopped him. They started fighting. It was
terrible. I
wasn't quite sure which one to root for!

Bobby won, though. So did the Calvary. I was mad at Bobby for killing
Wild
Eagle, and I tried to stab him with Wild Eagle's knife, but he caught
my
hand and kissed me, and I melted. He told me never to tell anyone who I
really was. He took me back to the fort, telling everyone I was his
lost
love, kidnapped by the Native Americans long, long ago. He also told
everybody that we were to be married. The ceremony was perfection
itself
-- my gown was like something out of a fairy tale, with lace and
ribbons
and everything. He was a little nervous that night <aren't they all,
girls?>, until I unlaced my corset and he saw my tits. 

We lived happily ever after.

The End
(C&C appreciated, but, don't worry, y'all, I haven't quit my day gig! :
 )