ISIS


My name is Jordan and my story begins in the year 1735 in the colonial United States before it had won its independence from Britain.

I was the oldest child of Ezekiel and Joan Barron.  My brothers name was Tom.  We lived on a farmstead in Connecticut and raised livestock and grew vegetables.  At least we did before the War for Independence.

In the summer of my fourteenth year my father, brother and I were working in the fields when a squad of what we thought were American soldiers asked for shelter for the night.  We were wrong.  That night they bound us hand and foot and drug us to our barn.  They had set up an alter that had horrible images carved into it.  They no longer looked like colonial Americans, they now were dressed in blood red robes and turbans and were  of middle easterners.  Some sort of witchcraft hid their true appearances from our eyes when we first greeted them.

Before me and my brothers eyes they gutted and sacrificed our parents to their heathen god.  I was helpless to stop them and then they grabbed me and drug me in front of their alter to sacrifice me next.  I stared the man holding his knife over me with a look of pure hatred in my eyes when a commotion from outside the barn drew his attention from me.

A look of chagrin appeared on his face as he shouted instructions to his people in a language I did not understand.  One of his men scooped my brother up onto his horse and rode away into the night.  As I screamed out to Tom the man turned his attention back to me and raised his dagger over my heart and said, "With this stroke the prophecy ends!"

just as he was lifting his arm high to strike a crossbow bolt appeared between his eyes was he toppled over backwards, dead before he hit the ground.

When I turned to look at who had shot the man i saw a group of middle eastern women dressed in boiled leather breastplates, greaves and blue tunics and pants, all of middle eastern design.

Their leader walked up to me and cut my bonds and helped me to my feet.  She tried to speak to me in her own language but all I was concerned about was finding my brother and avenging my parents death.

She grabbed me by my shoulders and in broken english she said, "He is dead even now!"

I went hysterical at that and tried to break free from her surprisingly strong grip.

"NO!  Avenge later.  Drink this now!"  she commanded.

I snatched her cup and gulped down the liquid and dropped the cup on the ground.  I then spun around to go run after my brother when my world turned upside down and I passed out from whatever was in that cup.

When I woke up I was in a dark, stone room lit by a single oil lamp.  I cautiously sat up and walked to the open doorway and peeked out.  There was a dimly lit stone corridor outside the room.  I was still desperate to find my brother so I grabbed a black robe hanging by the door and put it on and crept out.

Every time I got close to a group of people I noticed that they all were women and they all had the same Black robes on.

"Child, where are you going?"  a gentle voice from behind me asked.

I gasped in surprise and spun around and saw a beautiful middle eastern woman dressed in a gold colored robe standing there.

As I back-pedaled in fear she said,  "Do not worry for you are safe here from the people killed your family."

For the first time since I was rescued the full impact of what had happened to me and my family came rushing back to me full force and I started shaking and sobbing in grief.

With tears in her own eyes the woman knelt down and wrapped her arms around me and comforted me in my anguish.

When my sobbing stopped she then asked, "Would you like to get justice for your family?"

"Yes, more than anything!"  I said from clenched teeth.

"It will involve drastic changes and sacrifice."  she warned.

"I will do anything it takes."  I said.

She then led me into a room and set me on a chair, introduced herself and started explaining how i could avenge my family.

"I am Sasha, high priestess of the order of isis.  We are are all warriors for the Egyptian goddess Isis in her opposition of the evil god Set and his minions."

"Isis herself has confirmed to me that you are the one  spoke of in an ancient prophecy.  it is foretold that you will be the one to tip the balance of power in our favor in the battle against Set."

"However, isis will not accept you as you are right now."  she said.

"What do you mean I thought you said i was foretold to fight for you!"  I said.

"This is where I explain those drastic changes i mentioned.  If you did not notice we are an all women group.  Isis only accepts the worship and service of women.  In order for me to train you I have to use the power Isis has given me to turn you into a woman."  Sasha explained.

"WHAT!!"  i said as i leapt to my feet in shock.

"Isis' gifts can only be bestowed to women.  I can however make it so you can
Turn back and forth under certain conditions.  If you don't do this i will return you to your home and you can live your life you had."  she said.

"That's no choice at all.  I have no one to go back home to."  I said as I sat back down, tears once again coming forth unbidden.  "Do it."  I finished with a whisper.

Sasha had me follow her to a room full of articles of clothing and ancient items.

A few minutes later she handed me a midnight black hooded cloak, "Here child, wear this."

I nervously took the cloak and after a few moments hesitation i put it on.  I felt a tingling sensation and it felt like I had shrunk a little bit.  I saw long red hair falling in front of my face and I passed out.

I woke up in the same room I first found myself in.  I sat up and rubbed my eyes and braced myself for what I now looked like.  I looked down and saw I was still male!  Did I imagine everything?  Sasha came in and noticed my confusion and explained.

"I not not want to take from you your gender permanently because you have not done anything to merit what you may feel is a punishment.  what I did was give you an enchanted cloak."  she explained.

"Oh, THAT makes me feel better ."  I said with sarcasm.

Smiling, she said, "When wear the cloak you will be transformed into a woman the same age as you.  after at least an hour passes you will be able to use the cloak to turn male again."

I put the cloak on and tried it again.

The change was instant.  I gasped at the sensation and my voice sounded higher and feminine.  I looked at Sasha and now had to look up to see her face when before i looked her in the eye.  I was 5' 8" as a boy and now I looked like I was only 5 foot tall now.  I then turned my attention to my body.  I hooked my finger in the neck of my shirt and pulled it out and saw small breasts on my chest.  In shock I reached between my legs and found girl parts instead of boy parts.  Sasha walked me to a polished steel mirror and showed me my reflection.  where a few minutes ago I would have seen a fourteen year old, brown haired boy I now saw an attractive redheaded girl instead.

I turned to look at Sasha, opened my mouth to get ready to speak and passed out again.

When I woke up I was lying in bed with Sasha standing over me.

"Are you alright Jordan?"  she asked.

In that feminine voice I heard before I passed out I said yes.

"Good, rest for a couple of days so you can get used to your new body and we will start your training."

"Can I change back now?"  I asked.

"No Jordan, it will be for the best if you remain as you are for the duration of your training.  Switching back and forth will confuse things for you."  she said.

“Wait, I never told you my name.”  I said

With a smile she replied, “Isis knows.”

"i understand."  I said looking down.  Noticing for the first time since I woke up I was in a girls cotton nightgown.

CHAPTER 2