Chapter 2

Chapter 2<~> Chapter 2

Now that I had a nice fire going I sat in the room and began to inventory all of the items I found in the backpack. Fortunately one of the first things I found when I was pulling stuff out was clothes. Oddly enough this guy had some lacy women’s underwear and a matching bra. The panties fit perfectly around my curvy waist but the bra was actually too small for me. I set it aside and kept looking.

He also had a set of nice looking clothes with him though these ones looked like they were tailored for him. I pulled on the pants, they were a little tight on my hips and a little too long on the legs but they fit. I attached the belt with the dagger on my waist and kept digging through the backpack. There was another long scarf that felt like it was made of something really soft and smooth like silk. I wrapped my torso in the cloth helping to cover my nipples and support the weight of my breasts and pinned it in place with a thin metal rod I found in the bag.

I looked down and my wrapped breasts and felt disappointed that the cloth flattened them down so much. I decided to adjust it some so that it exposed a lot of my cleavage and felt a lot better about it. Once I was happy with it I froze. “Why do I care how sexy my breasts look?” If I really used to be a man shouldn’t I be mad about whatever fucked with my head? I sighed and kept going.

The man’s white frilly shirt looked more like a women’s shirt but was clearly tailored for a man. It fit surprisingly well but I couldn’t button it up past a certain point. Normally that would be points against it but I liked how it exposed my pushed up cleavage. For a moment I considered that I seem to be gravitating towards slutty attire but I don’t really feel like a slut.

I definitely like the idea of having sex with people but while I feel like it probably wouldn’t take much to convince me I still had standards. I know the thought process wasn’t super logically consistent but it felt right to me.

I kept looking through the bag. I found a handwritten book that looked like some kind of diary or journal or something. I flipped through it but found that I couldn’t read any of the writing. I could tell well enough that it didn’t match the markings on the circle though. I was beginning to more and more suspect that the circle I woke up in was some kind of demon summoning circle. The thing that brings me to that conclusion is the next book I found in the bag. It was heavy leather bound book with all sorts of demonic imagery.

I almost laughed at how stereotypical the satanic imagery seemed to me. Most of the text was written in the same kind of letters as the diary but I was able to recognize the glyphs from the summoning circle in places here and there. Then finally I found the proof of what I’d suspected. I must be some kind of summoned demon.

I felt a ringing in the back of my head so I looked around but I couldn’t see anything that would cause it. After a moment I just shrugged and decided to move on. Around the ruins was a large pine forest. Everything was lit up in the bright moonlight, I know people can see okay if the moon is bright enough but I felt like I could see almost as if it were daytime. Perhaps it was a little foolish to go walking through a forest alone in the middle of the night but I’m not tired at all and this place creeps me out.

For the next fifteen minutes I walked in as straight a line as I could through the forest. I tend to have a good sense for direction but I know that it’s not hard to get lost in a forest either. As I walked I looked at some of the plants, there wasn’t a ton considering the snow but the wild flowers I found weren’t anything I recognized. At one point I even found a berry bush that seemed to be surviving the snow just fine but I was scared of even touching berries I didn’t know anything about. I still had those rations so I wasn’t too worried about food just yet.

After about thirty minutes of walking I came across a wide river. Seeing that as a good sign I decided to follow it downstream. Typically rivers lead toward towns and it looked like upstream went towards a mountain so downstream made more sense. While I was walking I noticed some strange flashes of color in the river. Taking a closer look I realized they were reflections. I looked up and noticed for the first time that the sky looked totally different. Instead of the one moon I was used to, there were three different moons, a red half-moon, a blue half-moon, as in literally blue, and a white full-moon that looks much more familiar compared to the others but didn’t have the same familiar pattern. I never thought much about what the moon looked like but when you see a moon that is clearly not the same moon, you notice I guess.

I just stood there for like five minutes staring at the sky. Maybe I had been taking the whole sheep demon thing in stride a little too much but standing there staring at the giant ass moons really drove home that I wasn’t on earth anymore. I really hope this meant that a walking sheep lady wouldn’t get me dissected by the government at least. I really wanted to make it back to civilization but I really hadn’t considered if that was even a good idea until now.

Ehhh, I’ll play it by ear. If it looks like they’re going to skewer me I’ll take off and figure something else out. I sighed and decided to just keep following the river. After a while the trees started to thin out making me think I’m approaching the end of whatever forest I’m in. That’s when I saw them. Those are the biggest fucking wolves I have ever seen. I can’t say I’ve seen many wolves but those look more like horses. They’re gigantic.

There were three huge wolves drinking from the edge of the river. I immediately crouched down and started to back up. At one point one of them looked straight at me and I froze. I just sat still for what felt like ten minutes before the wolves turned away and lazily wandered back into the forest. I waited for another ten minutes before cautiously continuing while watching the tree line. I didn’t know how this body would stand up to being submerged in icy cold water but it had to be better than being ripped apart by giant ass wolves.

It seems that whatever those things were, they didn’t think I looked that tasty because I didn’t see them again. Off in the distance I heard howling but nothing so close as to make me worry about it again.

After about an hour and half or so since leaving the ruins, I saw a bridge that spanned the river I was following off in the distance. I walked up the bank and found that it crossed a road and even had some sort of crossroad sign. I looked at the sign for a while but I couldn’t puzzle out if any of the markings were words or numbers. It looked like each of the arrows pointed somewhere though. I looked back and forth and just decided to follow the road right purely on a whim.