There once was born into the world a little gypsy girl. She
wasn’t anything extraordinary. She was born to a soldier and his wife. The only
problem is she was born with a curse.
The universe and more
specifically the Goddess decided that this little red headed girl should be
trapped in a prison. This prison wasn’t as nice as a tower or as roomy as a
dungeon. This prison was made of flesh and blood in the shape of a male body.
The little gypsy never felt right in this prison but she
went about her chores. She kept waiting for the day her body would release her
and let her be her. However as she got older it never happened. So she
suppressed her dreams. She decided she would just try and become one with her
prison. In doing so she slowly let go of
the games she would play with her little wooden soldiers having them act like
husband and wife. Let go her desires for ball gowns and her knight in shiny
army.
She continued to try to become one with her prison. However
the little gypsy girl could never be at piece. She trapped within her male
prison went to study with the scholars near her village. She learned that she
was not alone but it was still long before she could tell even them that she
was trapped in this cruel tight prison. A prison that did not allow her to grow
or to age.
When she was able to finally speak. When the prison had
cracked some. She told them she was trapped inside. She wanted to have the surgeons
correct this cruel joke and to break her out of the prison. But she had to get
the permission of the wizards of the mind who were governed by a great council.
She wondered if this council knew what it was like to be in such a prison.
She continues on make slow progress and abiding the wish of
the council. She waits until the day she may be free of this prison.
