That Day When Cale Became A Woman

7

And so, thanks to Rosalyn and Mary's help, Cale got through that literally hellish night. The two women were worried about his state of mentality but if Cale is going to be honest, he was more annoyed by his situation rather than depressed. He can say that it was more of an inconvenience rather than disabling him or his mental state, if that is what the culprit of this curse is aiming for they failed miserably. 1 out of 10. Heh, they will never break him that easily.

Granted he was shocked at first, I mean who wouldn't? When you suddenly find yourself with a venus flytrap rather than your warrior banana because you are naturally and biologically born as a man with X and Y chromosomes, would that not shock you? Mix that shock with a shot of raging hormones, of course his reaction will incite chaos.

However, now that he is staring at his ceiling in peace while munching on chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate covered dried oranges and salty cashew nuts, Cale realised that this is a portion of his slacker life dream.

Now he would not say he is enjoying this state since a part of his body is continuously bleeding and dying, but Cale likes the idea of being idle and just slacking around.

Yes, this is the meaning of life. The ultimate goal of why he was toiling hard in his daily life right now. If this can continue (at least without bleeding to death) that would be like a dream come true.

His train of thoughts were cut abruptly when a short but sharp pain stabbed him in his abdomen as if reminding him that life will never be easy for such a person like him. Cale almost doubled over from where he was lying down. Fucking whit shit, this is the only part that he hates. He hates pain. Now where the heck is his hot water bag?

Cale rolled on his side and saw the pastel pink hot water bag, courtesy of Rosalyn, on the floor.

Cale groaned. He doesn't even want to move even a single part of his body thanks to unnatural misery. Not even a finger.

So because he was brilliant, Cale summoned his wind and lifted the hot water bag from the floor. It floated towards him without any problems, WHICH! usually happens.

But why does it feel like his powers became easier to use? The redhead felt intrigued. Should he try?

At first Cale tapped at the source of his powers, which stirred awake the Ancient Powers that were inside him.

At first, he thought of using the wind again. Swirling the wind at the palm of his hand. Manipulating it in speed that he exactly wants it to rotate. Now under normal circumstances, this could give Cale a little bit of effort to use thanks to his plate being softer than an ostrich's egg shell. But to his surprise, Cale had an easier time controlling the gust of wind that was in his palm and soon a miniature tornado was gently circling in his hand. The redhead was astonished at how effortlessly he could do it and even then gradually slowed down the surge of the wind while even maintaining it in his hand. The best part of it is that he can't feel any backlash!

He then heard the voice of the Thief. 'Your plate is becoming sturdy.'

Huh. Is this what it means to have a strong plate? Cale suddenly had a shit eating grin. Well that's a good news at least.

Then Cale thought of using the fiery thunderbolt next. Which under normal circumstances again, a bad idea especially now that he is in his villa. But is he quite confident of his current control, so maybe he will just play some spark in his hands.

'Heh... I guess it's time for my awesome self to shine like gold' Cale heard the Cheapskate say.

As soon as he gathered the power in his other hand, Cale felt a surge of energy. It was warm and comforting, something he had never felt before from this very destructive power of nature. That warmth gently spread in his hand, the thunder that he was expecting to happen came out as pops of rose gold firework-like sparks. Though it still has traces of lightning, they are not as intimidating to look at as before. Though mellowed out in appearance, Cale knew by instinct that if he wished to raise up the bar, this power felt more destructive than it ever was.