TG Cap - Lost Regiment 2

Still working on the old TG comic, which is nearing finalisation now, so I'm posting these to tide everyone over until then!

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I was transformed, in a hut in the middle of the densest and most impenetrable mountain ranges in the world. Moments before my entry to the medicine man’s hut, I had been a frail and dying, frostbitten and delirious soldier, with a lost platoon and nowhere to go. Now they’d changed me into a woman, a naked, silky smooth, beautiful woman, I was even more lost. I was half a foot taller than the largest among them, and was composed completely different to the naked eye, but as time passed, and they gave me a home, I came to understand their language, and after a while, I could contribute to their society.

It was never their intention for me to remain with them. The process was the only way of restoring lost flesh. Mother Earth is a woman after all, her gift is only for her daughters. While my ego had been bruised considerably by the process of changing, as well as the little changes I had to make to my lifestyle and bearing, out in the wilderness it didn’t make much difference which sex I was. The Dongutchu people treated me the same regardless, and I came to love them as they loved me. It pained me so to know that one day a search party may be sent in search of Colonel Montague’s patrol, and would find me secluded away in a faraway village, a western woman living among what I took to be savages at first. They would insist on removing me from my surroundings and housing me back home, probably marrying me off to some simpering fool back in London. I wouldn’t have it, there was no way. They wouldn’t believe my story, but they would believe my actions. I swore to my new friends that I would not be leaving them, but their leader, Kul, who I had come to see as a brother figure, shook his head in dismay. The transformation was complete, and that meant that soon, all the urges of womanhood would be upon me. Living a life of celibacy among a village of married couples and monks was not the life they had wanted for me when they saved it. They wanted me to live.

A year passed, and as far as I was concerned, my resolve had only increased with time. I had learned to fish, to hunt, and to gather the healing herbs of the peaks. I had lived more in those months than I ever had back in England. But true to my suspicions, I heard tell of white men in the area, searching for the bodies of the lost patrol. When they discovered what happened to my compatriots, crushed corpses at the bottom of the mountain, they had even more questions. An apparent landslide, but with one crew member missing.

One day I caught a glimpse of one of the soldiers through a window, and as the first pink pangs of attraction bloomed in my chest, my breath caught on the wind, and a smile forming on my face, I knew there was nothing I could do but go with them