Finn
It feels as if my entire body is tingling.
I can feel everything that's against my skin. My clothes, the blankets, my hair that's for some reason curled around my chin.
I reach up, trying to brush it away but it's stuck. My fingers grab a small handful and I pull it, trying to get it away from my face but it just sends a sharp pain along my jaw.
"What the fuck?" I croak out.
The sound of my voice makes me pause. How long had I been asleep that it sounded that deep?
My eyes crack open, the setting sun casting the room in a dim light. A light that really hurt my eyes.
Moving my hand, I freeze as a large hand comes towards my face and as I freeze, the hand does too.
Slowly, I move, making the hand move too. "What the," I pause, clearing my throat. "What the... fuck?" I finish when my voice doesn't change from the deep tone.
Somewhere in the house a baby cries. The sound sends a panic through me, jolting me upright in bed.
Where was my baby?
My hand goes to my stomach, pulling up the loose shirt and expecting to find the incision that I know Calla made but there's nothing. No cut, no scar, not even loose skin. Nothing would indicate that I'd been pregnant just days before.
But had it been days?
How long have been asleep?
Why did my body feel weird?
Tossing aside the blanket, I get up on wobbly legs and as I look down to find my shoes, a bulge in my pants makes me stop. Slowly, I pull the waistband of my pants out and yell, "WHAT THE FUCK?"
My door flies open and Calla stands in the doorway, "holy shit. You got tall."
I look down at her, wait.. down? She was taller than me before.. how in the fuck was I taller than her?
"What is happening?" I ask her in a panic. "Why do I sound like this? How am I taller than you? How the fuck do I have a cock? Where is my baby?"
"Sit down," she tells me. "And I'll explain everything." I don't move and she comes over, shoving me down onto the bed. "Good. Now to answer all your questions, your baby is fine. There were some complications and Brunk had to go find a healer. None would help so he got a witch and she healed you." She motions to my entire body, "she said she healed all of you and I guess that meant putting you in your proper body. That's why you have a cock. And why you're six feet tall now, apparently."
I stare at her for a moment before asking, "so.. a witch.. made me a boy?"
She smiles gently, "you've always been a boy, Finn. You just have the body to match now."
"I'm a boy?" I ask again, still not believing her. "It's not a trick? It's real?"
"It's as real as that baby in there who needs their dad," she answers. She holds out a hand, "come meet your daughter."
"My.. my daughter?"
She nods, "you have a daughter, Finn. Come say hello."
She grabs my hand, yanking me up from the bed and dragging me into the living room where Nisha sits feeding a baby.
I stop, my gaze glued to the baby, "is that..."
Nisha jumps up and brings the baby over to me, holding her out, "she's yours," she tells me happily. "She has your hair and your eye."
"My eye?" I ask in confusion, gently taking her from Nisha. The baby settles in my arms, blinking up at me with one blue eye and one dark eye, and then gives me a smile, her little hand reaching up to me. "My eye," I say softly. "You have your father's eye too, little one. "
"Does she have a name?" Nisha asks. "We've just been calling her baby, and that's not much of a name."
I gaze down at my daughter, her mismatched eyes staring up at me. Her golden curls look odd with her pale green skin, but we weren't the most normal family to begin with. "Yeah, she has a name," I finally answer Nisha. "Her name is Draka. Draka Oakshield, daughter of Finn and Kruk Oakshield."
"You are taking his name too?" Calla asks.
I nod, "I am. I should have done it the first time he asked but I was scared. It's time to not be scared anymore. It's time to live life without fear, for her, for Kruk and for myself."