Okay, i’m just writing this down to vent off/have an excuse to use if people start demanding chapters. For this past week i’ve been kind of in a writing slump and haven’t really written much of anything(read: Pretty much nothing). I could blame it on getting back to classes, but it started a bit before those started, so it’s mostly a simple slump, i guess.
That said, i already had some more chapters of Project MMG written down, and i plan on posting them for the following weekends until it catches up with the massive 10 chapters backlogs(Edit: By this, I mean i’ve written it up to chapter 10, not that there are 10 more chapters ready to go. Writing things with clear meanings while sleepy is difficult.) Once those are done, i’m considering uploading one of the others Gender bender stories i have written. This is mostly so i can at least keep some kind of content coming into the site.
I wrote this just to let ppl know i’m alive and well. But then, with how irregulars my updates have been recently, I guess most won’t even notice it. >.>
Anyway, Project MMG 7 should come up in a few hours after i wake up, and luckily, my writing drive comes back with it. After all, i have a grumpy witch to annoy. (And yes, that is a mention to one of the possible future uploads.) For now, i haz to pass out. (-.-)7
For a moment, Shelly started to think that possibly working there might not be that bad. If she just avoided the dangerous jobs and sticked to the simpler ones, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Heck, if she stayed she could even use magic! Yes, she would have to stick to becoming a girl from time to time, but magic! How many people would she possibly know that could use actual magic?
“Should we go back?” Shelly asked once she finally washed away her shock.
For a brief moment, Luna looked at the Leviathan in surprise, but her answer didn’t come immediately as she looked back and forth between Shelly and the city. Watching as the right head of the serpent spewed a blue all-freezing gas in the direction of the green girl. Different from the blue one, who’d avoid the magic nimbly, this girl stood in place. Despite not being able to make out the details, Shelly did manage to see as a green bubble covered the girl just before she was engulfed in the icy mist.
After the serpent stopped to get its breath back, it revealed a large sphere of ice in place of where the girl had been. For a moment it looked smug as it stared down at it, but soon it widened its eyes in shock and flew back.
“Magical… Girls?” Shelly said shocked as she held her head in her hands. “And i’ll have to fight them?”
“Well, it MAY be one of your duties later on.” Vivian said as she waited for Shelly to recover from her shock before walking ahead. “Also, we aren’t entirely sure if that’s how they are actually called, but if we base ourselves in your culture, then we believe that to be the case.”
[I’M GOING TO SEND BIG SIS THERE RIGHT NOW, YOU HEAR ME?]
The messages popped up in Michael’s cellphone one after another as Shauna started to sound more and more panicked. Either that or angry. Typing as quickly as she could with the still unfamiliar hands, she replied:
Michael felt as if a heavy curtain had been lifted from his mind as he started to regain his consciousness. Being someone who was a bit slow to wake up on his own, it still took him at least two minutes of collecting his thoughts to finally earn enough motivation to open his eyes.
Even in his slow mind of post-waking up, it took him no more than a few seconds to understand that he was in a place he didn’t recognize. The ceiling wasn’t the wooden roof he was used seeing in the old man’s house. Nor was it the plain ceiling of the house he had been renting.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GENDER BENDING AND MIGHT NOT BE TO EVERYONE’S TASTES.
“Sorry Michael. You were one of our best workers, but times are difficult recently.”
Those simple words that his boss told him were what sparked the change in his life. Returning to his house while being extremely tired from all the mental stress from being fired, the young man spent the remainder of the day simply recovering from the shock.
Any complaints I would have about being locked in jail for a couple of days quickly flew out of the window after my first two hours in the cell. Not only was the bed much more comfortable than anything I had in my entire life, probably only barely comparable to that one noble’s that tried gaining his party’s favor that one time, but even that one could barely hold a candle to this incredibly comfortable place.
And this was not counting the fact that the food was ridiculously tasty! I mean, seriously, even the best of the best foods I ate back in my own world was a piece of trash. And taking in account that I wasn’t really that restricted in my right to come and go, I was left with absolutely no reason to complain about the way I was being treated.