Charisma chapter 1 part 2: A Whateley Story

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Caution: I forgot to mention this, but this is a rough draft. I don't know if its any good, but I'm working hard to make it readable. If I mess up or something is confusing. Please tell me. It'll better me as a writer.

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I wake up in my bed. I feel fine. Scratch that. I’m way better than fine. I feel absolutely fantastic. Odd, because normally when I get sick it’s for days. I sit up and slide out of the bed. I walk out of the room and to the bathroom to take a piss. I quickly do my business and wash my hands. I look in the sink’s mirror and I see a girl staring back at me. I jump back in surprise, and the girl did the same. I tilt my head and so does she. This is odd, really odd. Is there some kind of window or something and someone is playing a prank? I get a closer look at her as she follows my movements. She is the most beautiful, sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. Big, round, beautiful lilac eyes. A delicate, round, face. Sexy, kissable, lips that made a simple smile sexy. A lithe, agile body with fair skin. Her long hair was a beautiful fine brown and had pointed ears. Oh man, oh man, she was every bit of beautiful and sexy. She didn’t have much in the curve department or the chest either, but she had enough that made you want her.

Wait, she has pointed ears? Maybe she’s some kind of elf. I mean they do exist nowadays, or at least from what I heard on the news.

“Hi!” I said nervously and the girl copies my mouth movements. My voice was different softer and more feminine. Hold on, what? She’s even copying my mouth movements perfectly.

“Oh, oh fuck.” I curse reaching down to the crotch area. It is still there, thank gods. I feel my chest and it is as flat as a board. I threw off my clothes and went to a full mirror. I am the ‘girl’. No, more of a…

“Trap,” I mutter in realization. I start crying and yell “SON OF A BITCH!” I hear thumps racing towards me and the door swinging open to find my mom and sister standing there watching me naked. I quickly turn away from them and covered myself in the fetal position.

“James,” My mom softly coos trying to get me comfortable. All I could do is cry and cover up that I’m crying. “It’ll be ok. We’re here.” Mom rubs my back as I finally stop crying. I look up at her with my tear covered face.

“Really? Is it really going to be fine?” I felt my anger take over “I’m a gods damn bitch boy elf!” I clench my teeth and fists as the tears roll down my cheeks. I just realized why I changed, “I’m also a fucking mutant. Great, now the MCO (Mutant Commissions Office) will be on my cute ass by tomorrow morning.” Mom and Debra giggle as I continue, “Why wasn’t I brought to a hospital? I feel awful and I changed to this…” I pause and continue, “Oh my god, I’m my DnD character. This is exactly the way I pictured him.” I fucked myself over. I did this. This is all my fault. The tears roll down my face like heavy rain as I wail. All I want to do now is curl up in a little ball and die. I wanted to be a handsome hunk, not some bitch boy.

Debra comes over to me and for the first time in a while, she hugs me. Actually, both are hugging me and holding me. It’s been so long since we did any of this. Especially after that fuck was in our lives. Wait, I thought the fuck was mutant gene free. My ‘father’ is a huge mutaphobic, and he joined the ‘Humanity First!’ because of that. The family even went with him to a few meetings. They were full paranoid fucks just like my ‘father’. He even got my mom tested. Of course, she’s still with us, so she obviously doesn’t have the gene. How did I get the gene? Sometime during all of this, I stop crying.

My mom stands up and announces, “We’re having a family meeting after you get a shower and dressed. Everything will be explained.” She feels like she’s excited about something. Wait, I could feel that? Maybe that was just my imagination or something. Mom and Debra walk out forgetting to close the door. Man, do they live in a barn or something. I close the door and take my shower. Washing, drying, and brushing my hair is harder than I thought. Thank gods it's soft and fine. I’m still going to get it cut. I throw my clothes back on and went into the living room.

I sit on the couch as Debra said, “Jamie, what did you do to your hair?”

I reply with, “Um, washed it, dried it, and brushed it?”

“Well, I guess I should expect this out of a boy. Come here.” She gestures.

“Alright?” I said as I walk towards her. She got behind me with a brush that she somehow had on her.

“You have very pretty hair. I don’t want to see it ruined.”

I smirk a little knowing she can’t see it, “Then you don’t mind if I cut it?”

“No, please don’t do that. It’ll be a waste of good hair.” She groans

“I’ll look like a girl if I keep my hair long.”

Debra sighs, “You’ll look like a girl no matter how long you keep your hair.” I look down as the tears come back from that realization. I feel arms wrap around me pulling me into a hug. “Don’t cry. You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. You beat every girl I’ve seen so far too.” She whispers.

I turn around to mockingly demand, “Where is my sister and what did you do to her?” My sister never acts like this towards me. Hell, she acts the opposite and laughs at me.

“I’m hurt that you think that of me.” She pouts and smiles. “You’re my brother,” she checks my body out. “Ok, maybe more of a half-sister, but still my sibling. I love you even if I act like an annoying brat. That and I feel that you’re more trusting and friendly now.” I was shocked at what she said. What was even more shocking was that she meant it. Oh, so I can really feel other’s emotions. That’s one power, I think. I couldn’t help but throw my arms around her and hug the life out of her. She was taller than me now. Well, she was always taller than me. Wait, what was the last part?

I back away and ask, “What was that last part?”

“That I love you?” She said making me smile broadly.

“No, not that one, silly, the part after that.”

She shrugs. “You mean that you feel more trusting and friendly.”

“Yes, that one. What makes you feel like that?”

“I don’t know. You just feel like that. Why is that so important?”

I said thoughtfully, “I was thinking what are my powers. I already know one, I think I know another, and the last one I’m not sure about.”

Debra excitedly asks, “Can you show me?”

“Sure,” I said with a mischievous grin. “Give me a hug.” She gave me a quick hug and backed away.

“Wow, I couldn’t even move my body. This is a powerful power.”

“With great power comes with great responsibility.” I chirped.

“What are your other powers?” She energetically said almost bouncing with excitement.

Mom came in with a plate full of tea. The only times I’ve seen her do this is when we have guests over. “Sit down you two, and have some tea. This may be a bit of a shock.” We both sit on the couch while Mom sits in the chair across from us. “There is no easy way to say this. I’ll be straightforward. I cheated on Peter with a mutant man named Alex.” There was a serene silence.

I ask, “You mean the father isn’t our biological father and Alex is our biological father?” She nodded, “Oh thank gods! I hated that man. After what he did to you, Mom. I wanted to kill him, and you know me about my anti-violent rule. That fuck would be an exception.” Mom feels relief and happy from that comment. “I don’t know why you didn’t stay with him and get away from that bastard.”

“I made a stupid mistake thinking I had to stay with Peter because I thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t until he started drinking that I learned I made a mistake. I called Alex and told him what happened. He should be coming down here soon. He’s quite a businessman, so he barely has time for anything else.”

“This explains why I’m a mutant. Wait, doesn’t that mean Debra could be a mutant too?” She nods as I could feel the excitement coming from Debra.

“REALLY! I could be a mutant too and get superpowers and be gorgeous like my sister-brother here?” Sister-brother? Is that even a thing?

“I’m still a boy despite my good looks, you know.” I cross my arms protesting.

“You’re too cute to be a boy.” Replied Debra.

“Enough you two, I made an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. I’m hoping you’ll be going back to school soon.”

I groan, “I don’t wanna go back to school. Look at me. Am I really able to go back to school?”

“You’re healthy enough to walk and be witty, so yes. I already explained to your teachers what happened to you.” Damn it. I was hoping to get out of school.

“Can I contact my friends so they can see what happened to me. Also, can I cut my hair? I dislike how long it is.”

“Sure, go ahead. We’ll get you a haircut when we go to the doctor’s tomorrow, though I rather you not. Your hair is gorgeous.” I blushed. It’s not every day my mother calls a body part of mine beautiful.

I call the gang and ask them to come over if they can. They all agreed. It’s not too far from my house to their houses, so they’ll be quick coming here. While I wait, I played video games. A time later, I hear the doorbell ringing.

Mom yells “James, can you get it?”

“Yes, mom,” I answer back as I run straight to our front door. I stop nervously at the door. I take a deep breath, smile, and open it. I see my friends standing in a triangle formation. The looks on everyone’s face are priceless. The three of the found me incredibly attractive with their jaws dropped. I didn’t have to use my empathy to know that. Dan and Garrett had tight bulges in their pants. Sasha was the only one that I had to use empathy on. Not like I can really control it. I could tell they didn’t feel nervous. You would be thinking someone in this state of awe would be nervous.

Sasha breaks the ice, “Who are you, and where is Jamie?”

I said in an innocent, but sultry tone, “Oh, little old me? You’ll find out soon enough. Come in and sit down. You’ll probably need it for what I’m about to tell you.” They did just that. “Now that we are all situated and comfortable. Let me tell you who I am. I’m James ‘Jamie’ West. That cute boy that you all know and love.” Everyone’s jaw drops.

“So, you turned into an elf girl?” Dan inquiries with what I could feel. A bit of lust and high levels of attraction. Jeez Dan, calm down. It isn’t the first time you’ve seen a girl.

“No, actually, I’m still a boy. You remember the Trap elf bard I made for DnD?” Everyone nods, “This is what I imagined him to be, except with short hair.” Everyone looks like they were trying to hide their giggles, but the dam burst and everyone, except me, was laughing uncontrollably hard. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. At least I have good looks now.”

Everyone stop laughing almost immediately and said, “Good looks? You’re calling your looks good?” His voice rises with volume. “Jamie, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Simply calling you good or pretty doesn’t cover it.”

“You’re just saying that.” I chuckle when I ask with a blush, “Are you?”

“No, we are not.” Said Garrett as everyone nods in agreement. Jeez, am I that beautiful. This is just feeding my ego.

“Well enough of that. I need to ask Sasha a question.” I look at Sasha and all her sexiness.

“What is it, Jamie?”

“What do you mean by siren?”

“I’m sure you already noticed it, but you can command people. I’m betting you can copy voices and break people’s eardrums too.”

“How do you know this?” Dan questioned.

“I googled it when I mutated.” The whole room went silent. All you can hear is the clock going ‘tick-tock’.

“Who wants cookies?” Mom interrupted the silence to bring a batch of cookies. Jeez, what is with everyone today. Mom never bakes, and rarely does she cook. I cook most days. It’s better than the alternative of being poor.

“Me meme!” Dan childishly said. I never realized that Dan could be cute. Hold on, what was I just thinking?

“Thank you, Ms. West,” Sasha said.

“We’re getting sidetrack, when did you manifest?” I demanded.

“Before I met you guys.” Sasha casually said. Well, this explains why she’s so sexy.

“What are your powers?” Garrett inquired.

“Nothing big. Exemplar one and Energizer one. I’m a bit shocked if I said so myself.”

“Well, that explains what happened to that freak who got a little handsy,” I said.

“So, what’s it like to go from a cute boy to a beautiful trap?” Sasha questioned with an intense feeling coming from her.

“Well, Sasha, my dear girl. It's fucking weird.”

“JAMES LANGUAGE!” Mom screams as I straighten up.

“Sorry, mom. The powers part is cool. I just wish I didn’t look like a girl. It doesn’t matter how pretty I am. I don’t like being mistaken for a girl.”

“What are your powers, by the way?” Dan muffled with a mouth full of cookies.

“Dude, swallow before you talk. I don’t like seeing half eaten cookie in your mouth. As Sasha said, I am a siren. I also can feel other’s emotions, and I give some type of aura where it makes me seem more trusting and friendly.”

“That explains why I feel like I should trust you.” Garrett mocked.

“You didn’t trust me before? I’m hurt!” I dramatically said. I could feel an idea pop up into Sasha’s head. “Besides that, I don’t know.” Sasha pulls up her phone and taps on it.

Sasha hands the phone to me saying, “Here, sing this.” It was the lyrics to Devil in I by Slipknot. A song I know too well.

“You sure? I’m probably going to sound like a dying kitten

“Trust me and do it.”

“Alright,” I said sheepishly. As I sing I get really into it. I never knew singing could be this fun. I had my eyes close remembering all the song like I’ve done it a thousand times. I could remember the beat, the tone, and the melody. I open my eyes to find everyone in the whole house watching me with their jaws dropped. “Was I any good?” I said nervously. I never sang in front of people, and anytime I did they would laugh at me and said I sound like a dying cat. Then everyone started clapping.

“I think good is a heavy understatement,” Sasha said.

“You were AMAZING! It was like the whole band was heard singing at their best.” Dan exclaimed.

“Yeah, you were fantastic.” Garrett agreed.

“Really? I was just trying to do my best.”

“Really really!” Dan replied

I turn to Mom, “What do you think, Mom?”

“It was the most demonic, but beautiful song I’ve ever heard. How did you do it?”

“I don’t know,” I said sheepishly. “I guess it’s part of my mutation.”

Sasha sticks out her chest and put her hands on her hips and said with pride. “I told you that you should trust me.”

“That was fantastic, Brister!” Debra exclaimed loudly.

“Brister?”

“The combination of Brother and sister.”

“I’m a boy, not a mix.” I pouted.

“Wanna sing another one?” Sasha asks pulling up her phone.

“Oh sure.” I excitedly said. I never sang like this before, but it was fun. After a few more songs. Everyone went to their homes or beds including me.

The next day, I wake up to the sound of my alarm set for the time I normally get up. I did my hygiene stuff. Taking longer than usual in the shower because of my hair. I can’t wait to get it cut. We eat a nice breakfast and head off to the doctors. It took us a bit to get there and into one of those examination rooms. The wait for the doctor was even longer. I hate these rooms. It takes so long for the doctor to finally get in there. The bland room gives me anxiety thinking about what the doctor is going to do with me. I just want to get it over with. The door finally opens to reveal a young hot guy with piercing blue eyes. Man, oh man, is he hot. Behind him was an old man with very little greyish white hair left.

The old man looks at me “So, you must be James. I was not expecting an incredibly beautiful girl.” Then he looks at the clipboard he was holding. “They didn’t say you are a changeling. I’m Dr. Ritter and my assistant here is Frost.” He pointed to the hot guy.

“A changeling? I’m a boy through and through. Call me Jamie, by the way.”

“Denial huh? Well, it isn’t uncommon for people to be so in shock with their end results of their manifestation that they deny what happened.” I don’t like this guy already.

“Sir, really, I’m a boy. I have proof. Trust me.”

“Again, where is this proof that you are a boy, hmmm?” Oh, so I really hate this guy.

I try to say with the warmest smile, “If you don’t mind Mom, can you leave for a second. I have things to discuss with the doctor.” Without hesitation, Mom leaves the room. “Now then.” I pull down my pants and show the doctor and his assistant all my manhood. If I’m even a man anymore. “You see my proof now, Doc?” Dr. Ritter was in shock while Frost was chuckling up a storm. After Ritter composed himself I told him about what happened up to now. He took some blood, Did an x-ray, etcetera.

“Can you touch this piece of iron?” Frost asked me.

“Sure, hottie.” I chirp. What did I say? Why did I say that? I touch the piece of iron. Nothing happens.

“Hmmm, are you getting any rashes from your clothes?” Frost asks.

“No? Why?”

“All the test we’ve done tells us that you are a Sidhe, but you are resistant to iron. That shouldn’t be possible.” Ritter stated.

I ask, “What is a Sidhe? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“The Sidhe are basically elves. Part of the Fey. The Fey are an assortment of creatures. From Mandrakes to dryads.” Frost explained.

“Ah, well. If this helps I when I was making a DnD character. I made a bard elf and I look exactly like how I pictured him.”

“And you couldn’t tell us that sooner?” Snorts Dr. Ritter. I still don’t like him.

“Tell us, did you see anything different about you before the day you used your siren power and how many days did you start working on that character?”

“I think,” I pause to try and remember. “My hair was growing faster than usual. It was about three days before. Now that I think about it I had a headache when I was designing the character. I thought I just had a migraine or something, so I took some pills and ignored it.”

“Bingo! That’s the day you truly started manifesting. When you used your siren powers. You ended up using too much than you should’ve. Causing your episode, and changing you quicker than it should’ve.” Frost is on a roll. Man, isn’t he sexy. The fuck is wrong with me.

“Jamie, you’re drooling,” Frost said with a cute chuckle. Causing me to snap out of it and blush. Seriously, what is wrong with me? Am I into men now?

Mom, who’s been right beside for most of the examination, echoes my thoughts. “James, are you attracted to men?”

Flustered I blurt out “No… I…” I sigh, blush, and look down admitting in a small voice, “I don’t know. It’s just… It’s just Frost is so hot.” I never had thoughts like that before with guys. What is wrong with me? Is it my mutation that’s making me like this?

My mom sees my distress and says in a calming voice, “There is nothing wrong with liking guys. I think it suits you very well.” That would’ve made me feel better if she didn’t say that it suits me.

“Thanks, mom.” I hide my face in my hair out of embarrassment.

Something pushes up my chin and brushes my hair out of my eyes. I am face to face with the hottie, Frost. How can someone so hot have such a cold name? “It’s okay, Jamie, despite being a guy. I find you really attractive too.” Then Frost gives me a kiss on the lips sending electricity all throughout my body melting me. That was my first kiss. Wow, and what a kiss it was. Come on Jamie, don’t turn into butter yet. Shake out of it. I shake my head focusing on the moment.

“Why did you do that?” I protest.

“I want to know that too, Frost.” Scolds Dr. Ritter

“I don’t know, actually. I do find Jamie really attractive, but I also felt like I could trust him.”

“Well, we are going to reteach about appropriate behavior in a hospital after this.” Frost visibly winces from the comment. I don’t want him to get in trouble. I mean, he did help me understand myself a bit more.

I softly request while looking up at Dr. Ritter. “Please don’t get him in trouble. I didn’t mind the kiss, so it should be ok. Please don’t scold him for being human.”

Dr. Ritter couldn’t stand the puppy eyes he was seeing so he gave up, “Fine, I won’t scold him, but I will warn him that he shouldn’t give inappropriate affection to patients.” Ritter walks out to catch his breath.
He thought to himself ~That boy’s puppy eyes are a weapon of mass destruction~

“Thanks, gorgeous,” Frost said kissing me on the cheek flushing my whole face. All I could do to mitigate the damage is look down. Frost exits to go check if all the tests are done.

I look at Mom. She was giving me a smug smirk. “What?” I said.

“You have a crush on Frost, don’t you?”

“No, but I am incredibly attracted to him. I mean he’s a total stud. So hot. Why is his name Frost? Also, what the fuck is wrong with me and how did I get so attracted to guys?”

“It’s ok, sweetie. I found him attractive too. Lucky, you though. You got to kiss him.”

“Yeah lucky me,” I said softly thinking about how I felt when I kissed him. It was amazing. I still can’t get over that electric-melting-away feeling.

“You’re drooling again, Jamie.”

“Can’t you let a boy dream for a moment?”

“You can do that while we’re in the car. Let’s focus on the now.”

“Okay, mom.” I pout still thinking about Mr. Dreamy. Right on queue Dr. Ritter and Mr. Dreamy get back.

Dr. Ritter announces, “Good news, Jamie, you are a healthy fifteen-year-old Sidhe boy with an above average estrogen level. I scheduled a power testing for tomorrow at the local superhero base. Here’s the temporary pass just in case you get in trouble with the MCO. You are free to go.”

“Thank you, doctor. let’s go, Jamie.”

“Okay, Mom.” I feel disappointed that I must leave Frost so soon. Even if we can’t date. I would like to be friends with him at least. I shake Dr. Ritter’s hand. Then I shake Frost’s hand and I feel a piece of paper. I slide back my hand taking the paper with me. “Bye Frost, and thank you for um… that.” I blush. Man, I am such a clutz.

“No problem gorgeous. I hope to see you soon.”

“Me too.” Mom and I walk out of the hospital and to the car. During that time, I looked to see what the paper was. It had a phone number on it that said: “Call/text me sometime”. Man, it’s only been not even twenty-four hours since I became a trap, and now I’m getting hot guys’ numbers and their kisses. I’m a lucky duck.



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