CHAPTER 3: BRAELYN

‘Where am I?’ she wondered as soon as she opened her eyes, looking around the place where she was.

‘What happened?’ the thought came to her as she scanned the place that didn’t seem anywhere familiar to her.

She remembered escaping the restaurant with her tail between her legs and before going anywhere far; she blacked out.

She didn’t know what happened after that, but now she was lying in a very soft bed, something she hadn’t tested in a very long time.

Not only that, but the interior design of the room she was sleeping in screamed top luxury and she didn’t remember hospitals being so luxurious like that.

If she had blacked out and maybe a kind person had sent her to the hospital, she should have probably been in a ward with a single bed that wasn’t so comfortable. And yet there she was in a room that if it was a hotel, she would be forced to pay thousands of dollars for a night.

She panicked the more she thought of it. Braelyn, wanting to learn more about the situation she was in, decided to climb down the bed, find her phone and see what was going on.

However, the second her small feet touched the ground and her eyes scanned what she was wearing, she suddenly screamed, “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” so loudly that it was unfortunate that no one heard her.

What was she wearing? Who changed her clothes? Did something happen while she was unconscious?

Braelyn was in a state of panic as soon as she realized that. Looking around in panic and hurry, she quickly found a door she assumed would lead her to the bathroom.

Without wearing slippers, Braelyn rushed to that door and when she entered, surely it was a bathroom and an en-suite one on top of that.

However, she didn’t look around much, as her main concern was the mirror.

As soon as she stood in front of the mirror, Braelyn swiftly stripped the pajamas off her body until she was naked, like the day she was born, and sighed with relief after scanning her body several times.

“Thank goodness, nothing happened!” she heaved with relief as a smile blossomed on her face.

By now, it was evident that she wasn’t in a hospital, which meant that someone rescued her and brought her to whatever this place was. And by looking around, she found the towels folded nicely in a cabinet and when she spread a few of them, she couldn’t help but sigh helplessly.

“It seems that I haven’t left the hotel!” she didn’t know what to make of that at all.

But when she looked at her spotless body without any suspicious marks one would imagine getting, especially after blacking out and waking up in a hotel, all the helplessness she felt flew out of the window.

“Whoever saved me is a gentleman. Or was it another woman? Did that person see what I am? Would I have a chance to see that person face to face?” Braelyn asked herself so many questions as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

From the mirror, she could see a young person, who was 1.65m tall with caramel shoulder-length curly hair, brown eyes, a small nose and heart-shaped lips with a natural pink shade making it look as if she was wearing lipstick.

Her face was oval-shaped, and she looked beautiful. That wasn’t some ego speaking.

However, on the body that she was seeing, that face, the face she was proud of more than anything on herself, was the only thing on her at least visible to the eyes that made her a woman.

She couldn’t help but remember what Richard and Nancy called her in pubic; a fake woman.

If she were to say that she was fake, she would be lying. And that was more evident when she saw the small pecker surrounded by small nuts that made her feel so embarrassed, even from when she was young.

How could a man be so small like that?

Fortunately, she was destined to not become one from birth, though she saw it pretty late.

Braelyn was born with a young pretty boy named Arvin Madison and her single mother was so happy when she gave birth to him. After all, her father refused to be responsible as soon as he learnt that her mother was pregnant.

Her mother refusing to abort, she carried the pregnancy to full term until Arvin was born.

Arvin was born with a small build and was more feminine. His love for dressing up was so great and at that time, his mother simply thought that since he was raised by a single mother and a woman, that’s why he was like that.

Despite all that, his mother never hated him but loved him more. After all, to her, it didn’t matter what her child turned out to be in the future. As long as he was alive and well, that’s all that mattered.

She also did her best to learn everything she needed regarding LGBTQ communities. After all, she had an inkling that her son, when he grew up, would bring her a son-in-law.

As for grandkids, they would just adopt or she will give birth to another child and let that one carry on the family name.

Arvin was twelve when a case of bullying ended him bedridden. Because of his small build and effeminate ways, he was usually bullied a lot, but that year; it was so serious that he had to be admitted to the hospital.

It was also the first time that he had to be fully examined and the results that came out shocked his mother greatly.

Through extensive scans and tests, it was found that Arvin wasn’t the typical male child everyone believed to be, but he was very special.

That’s what his mother told him when she explained to him what was happening to him that year.