We arrived at Honolulu today on independence day and there would be fireworks tonight. It would be the first time my 2 girls saw fireworks that big and they would be entertained as much as thrilled, very unforgettable for them.
Arriving at the airport I hired a local guide by the name of Carol. She was a hippie fashioning herself in a cool way, but still she claimed to be an experienced guide and had visited many spots here. I had no way to be sure, but guide or not, I needed to relax.
At least she was be to find a good 1959 Cadillac Eldorado for us. This way, I could drive around the islands like what my wife suggested, and know more about the local sights while Carol introduced the scenery en route.
Not much was done today save for driving around Oahu. settling in the hotel room, not one of the best, but good enough for our trip here. After some rest, we went out to see the fireworks, and my girls were at awe at how spectacular the performance was. We had a magnificent start for our days here, and it was going to be a pleasurable vacation for my family and myself. I hoped everything would be great for my family and I would get some quality time-off from my work.
July 5
I woke up and found myself an inch shorter, and I was now 6’2” instead of 6’3” originally. I was not sure how I could shrink, but then, nothing else changed on my appearance and no one in my family noticed. I was reasonably startled, but then, I should find a doctor when the vacation was over.
For today, we went to the Waikiki where my girls played with the pristine seawater and we, the couple, lie on beach chairs, feeling the soft and refreshing sea breeze and listening to the waves. A clean break from the months of toil in the plant, when long build-up of stress met some relaxation. I threw any thoughts of me shrinking away and embraced the sunshine.
July 6
I shrank another 2 inches, and I barely reached 6’. My frame was less muscular, and somehow my chest and butt was starting to inflate. My wife woke up and noticed my hairs growing to the shoulders, and was quite surprised. She didn’t knew what was happening, but then neither did I and I couldn’t explain very well. How could I have seen it coming? In spite of that, since the changes were now visible to someone careful enough to observe, we were starting to be concerned about my own changes. That spoiled a bit of our vacation, but still our girls didn’t notice those changes.
Anyway we went to some interesting spots, trying to forget the situation I was in. Though trying hard to escape the fact, we eventually met a Kahuna. Carol explained that he was a witch doctor in the local culture, and the knowledgable in the field of magic and supernatural, especially those occurring here.
I thought, “he could have pulled me out of all those changes and returned me to my former self, so why not asked him for help,” and I inquired him about my future. After some deep thoughts and calculations on his side, he then said outright, “You may be seeing the most profound changes in your future, namely on your body.”
I knew partly what he meant, but then, not fully. I asked where the changes were heading or if there were any ways to stop and revert them, but the Kahuna had no idea. He said he had never seen something like this, and mine was the first case in his or his ancestors’ life to see something like this happening on myself. He was not of any help, but at least, after a few days, I should visit him and deal with the results.
July 7
It was worse today: 3 inches more and now it was 5’9”. The skin was a lot smoother and the clothes I had bought no longer fit well. They were all hanging on my body or sliding for being to loose. The hair now reached below my forming breasts and I needed my wife to tie it into some style she’d seen somewhere in a magazine- I was not into those styles, and the hair made me a queer to others.
Every part of my body were much slimmer now, my bust was sprawling out of control, and I appeared closed enough to a woman. Now even my girls had noticed my changes, and in fact my girls thought they’d lost their father, yelling at me as if I was some stranger intruding into their family. Quite some people were looking at us and thinking that we were lesbians, giving us a weird face or simply a stare.
I knew I should stay indoors, but we had to buy some women’s clothes for myself to, since my old clothes no longer fitted. A clinic visit and the doctor claimed everything was fine. He actually thought I was always a woman and doubted if I had fake memories of being a man. I had to find the Kahuna tomorrow. Today we were in no mood for any visits and we mostly stayed at the hotel, worrying the future of us. I really hoped things would be better later on.
July 8
I was down to 5’5”, and now I was completely a woman: I was speaking with a high-pitched voice and my groin was completely feminine, without a sign of anything masculinity existing anywhere. While the damage was done, I would be stabilising.
My mind had also changed: I was no longer attracted to my wife, since I was now a woman, and all those desires at “my” wife now seemed disgusting. That was certainly the beginnings for a divorce, and we had a hard time deciding how the family would break up and what should the cover-up be. Finally, we had decided that the two girls would follow her, and she would claim that my old self was killed in an accident, the details she would think of later when needed.
I would be doing the rest on my own, setting up my new identity- and that was the least of my worries. Since the old me was gone, I need to find a work from nought and things would be rather harsh for me, Though that would be for later when we got back.
My ex-wife, now my close friend, tried lying to the girls on what happened, but that was difficult since they witnessed the changes first-hand. I added in my own, but these didn’t help. In their instincts there were some hidden sense of what really happened, but they weren’t conscious of it. That ended in them crying for their father to be back, saying that someone had taken him and placed a woman in his place.
Certainly, I would visit the Kahuna tomorrow to deal with my state.
July 9
Things did stabilise since the changes were complete. We kept up the lies to Carol, and not really knowing the truth she took it completely, seeing that we’d come here without the husband at all.
The Kahuna was confused when I stated my old identity, and he hardly believed that I was really the one who visited him. In fact, it seemed that he had forgotten my visit 2 days ago, saying that he had no business that day. How could I be cured when the only help saw no problem with me, and forgot the existence of my problems? It seemed that I was beyond help on changing myself back.
July 10
The reality changed completely, and only my ex-wife remembered vaguely anything about my past identity, alongside a new set of memories based on my new identity, more vivid and real than made up. She was as confused as I were when Carol asked my ex-wife, “how was you widowed?” To my surprise, my ex-wife responded as if I wasn’t her husband, and described the death of her husband.
By this stage, no one remembered my old identity and investigate the change, so I would never know why I changed and what entity did the change when the changes never were.
July 11
The last day of the vacation with my old friend and her 2 girls, the first time she was so pleased after the death of her husband in an industrial accident. Oddly, I clearly remembered the life her husband, despite never living his life, but then, maybe I was too gripped by his death. I couldn’t know for sure.
I drove the car back to the airport with my friend and our guide Carol, who was reliable and quirky despite our first impression of her being mediocre. Halfway through the freeway, Carol stopped us to a request of taking my friend’s 2 girls out for the beach. She said, “that was the best sand I had seen in my life.” We allowed her to the girls, and my friend left the car to watch them playing around.
Then I leaned over and said, “I could remember the life of your husband well, and he was a responsible man, focused on both work and family. It is bad for you to lose such a great husband,” my friend smiled, and sipping from the cup of coffee, she said, “this trip is enough to forget the pain of my husband, and we can start again after this trip.”
We thanked Carol and boarded the plane back to San Francisco, where we would take trains back in the interior. When I’m back I will face my class again, and that was quite pressuring even for me.
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