Cage of Paint - Simon's Origin Finale

This story contains gender bending, a schoolgirl TF, magical TFs, 1 into 2 TFs, ballgowns, an actual plot and 3 original images.
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Today was the day everything would be fixed. All I had to do was survive school, play cricket and volleyball at the same time, visit Jackson’s gallery, distract him, and touch the shoe, maybe cut myself on it if it was necessary.

Let’s do this.

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Screw the various classes I went through, let’s jump to the end of lunch.

The first thing I did was hide in the gardens and use the fat twins to copy myself, once there was another me I adjusted my watch and then came the tingling and the waves. When it was over I was standing there as a girl dressed in the usual uniform again, I had no padding or anything so my breasts were normal.

The two mes wandered across the school in the direction of the change rooms, I made sure enough people saw us that we’d never be accused of being the same person, as the bell went signalling the end of lunch we split and my male copy went to the boys’ change rooms and I made my way to the girls’.

I know what you’re thinking and even though I didn’t find girls attractive when I was one I figured I shouldn’t take this opportunity to see every girl in school naked, so I made my way to the toilets and changed in there.

The uniform consisted of a school shirt without sleeves and no buttons and a pair of short shorts that were a bit loose and had these tiny splits in the side. There was also a band to tie back one’s hair, but I didn’t feel it necessary, neither did most of the girls from the look of it.

I spotted Rhonda on the way out, I had never seen a bra with a One Piece print before. And from the stares of the other girls, neither had they.

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Friday team sports were a bit different than Monday’s fun and practice sports, for one things names were a matter that could not be avoided. In the early part of the team sports volleyball season, teams from the same school would go against each other to determine who would represent the school against other schools. Rhonda’s team, was up against someone named Kelvin’s team.

The teacher who acted as coach approached me to discuss a small matter.

“Excuse me, Rhonda tells me that you have joined her team,” she told me “, but I don’t have your name.”

“Yeah, sorry I was sick last week, my name is Cindy… Goch.”

The name Cindy came out of nowhere as if I had picked it ages ago, but it took me a moment to add in the name of the town my surname came from.

“Alright Cindy Goch, since Jasper Godfrey has sprained his ankle you’ll be in today.”

She walked back to her position beside the volleyball net. I walked to my position in the front right.

I leaned back and whisper called out to Rhonda “, Did you break Jasper’s ankle?”

“No, I just begged him to step down for an hour, he got dizzy and fell over the wall, y’know, the one by the canteen, where the garden is about a 2 metre drop.”

I was not convinced.

The red headed boy in the back left prepared to serve, I would soon find out that this was Kelvin, both servers were red heads, odd.

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We won, also Brunette Butt’s shorts were not loose.

Rhonda badgered me all the way into the change rooms, I guess she was congratulating me, but the way she rambles on sometimes when she’s happy is a problem.

On the way out of school I met up with my other self.

I closed the Fat Twins and learned that we had won in cricket as well, but only just.

I would have to thank Noah for this the next time I saw him.

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About an hour later the limo pulled up out the front of the mansion, but something was off, I requested the limo pick me up at 4, but it arrived five minutes early, The Prince family always made sure their limo drivers showed up on the dot, waiting just around the corner until the appropriate time came. Second, Jackson wasn’t waiting for me. Third, I had a strange sensation in my brain, Fourth, there was a light barely showing through the upper window. Finally, butt floss, why didn’t I just get a less sheer dress.

I made my way up to the gallery, as I got closer the strange light seemed to become stronger until I reached the gallery door, the light coming through the open door obscured the view inside. Carefully, I stepped through.

The light was coming from a painting, I couldn’t make out what it was exactly but I could see Noah lying on the floor, as I approached that sensation in my head grew stronger.

“Sisssssterrrrr,” Noah spoke up,

“I told you, I’m not one of you,” I told him.

“I knnooow… He opened… it… but it’s… meant… for two,” he went on, seemingly referring to Jackson and the painting “, I can’t follow… but you…”

He pushed a sword over to me.

“Nothing… in there… is real… the phantasea… it can… get strange… find him… and get out… fast.”

“Why can’t you do it?” I asked.

“The exposed… phantasea… makes me… real… dizzy… and… confused… I’ll… be back… when it’s… closed.”

I was not sure what I was getting into, but I picked up the sword and dived through the painting.

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I found myself in a strange room, It had electrical lights, but everything else seemed to indicate the building was centuries old. It looked like I had just stepped back in time and brought electricity with me. The room appeared to be a bedroom, a young woman’s bedroom from the look of it. I had seen the inside of some rich girl’s rooms, though not for the reason you’re thinking, and this place looked a lot like a cross between that and the bedroom of a noble shortly before the French revolution.

I peeked through the doors and noticed that no one, by which I mean the changing guards and the couple that walked past afterwards, was wearing modern clothes.

They all looked a bit like something out of a Disney movie.

Okay, according to Noah I could go unnoticed anywhere, but only as long as I tried to fit in, and that meant getting some local clothes.

I waited until a girl of about my size walked past, remembering what Noah said about nothing being real, I walked up behind her and smashed a vase over her head. I dragged her surprisingly heavy body back into the room and proceeded to undress her. I found she was wearing a digital watch and underwear with tags… from the Prince family’s lingerie brand, more anachronisms.

The corset was the hardest part to change into, even though my waist was smaller than this girl’s the dress still needed it to be smaller than that, but I finally managed to make it work by tying the corset ties tto he post then trying to reach the other end of the room, the change was barely noticeable in the end and I was just able to slide into the dress and zip up the oddly modern zipper.

And there I was in a floor length green dress with a low cut neckline draped over two layers of petticoats and a cage, underneath Prince family lingerie and a pair of green shoes each with a small heel, probably an inch high. Why are heels only measured in inches?

Anyway, dressed “appropriately” I decided to begin my search for Jackson, but then I remembered I’d need a way out.

I checked back in the room and confirmed the painting that seemed to be the way I came in, the portal was shut now and I assumed I would need Jackson to get back through. Two in, two out, it made sense.

Now where would he be.

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I made my way through the halls in the direction everyone else seemed to be moving until I came to a grand ballroom. It was full of people that I recognised from the real world, there was currently no music or dancing, it appeared to be the mingling phase. I reached the stairs and realised I was about to have a hard time. Due to the nature of my dress, I couldn’t see where my feet were, the dress and petticoats were held out by a cage, so I didn’t have to worry about tripping on my own underwear, but it was an interesting descent. I made my way past the Japanese guys who looked like the Japanese guys who ran Mangalobe, a company that brings Japanese pop culture to the western societies, then the woman who looked like the woman who ran that casino on the east coast and the man who ran the beach competitions all along the gold coast. There was even a guy that resembled my dad, and my mum, and me, that was all I needed to see to remind me that these people weren’t real.

After a few minutes of searching, I found Jackson arguing with some random guy I’ve never met. I wasn’t sure if it was him though, it could just as easily be another of these fake people. I could hear someone start to play music and I figured a way I could figure him out. It would take some acting though, in case I was wrong.

“Excuse me sir,” I got his attention with a polite interruption and a surprisingly natural curtsey “, The music has started and I don’t have a partner for a dance.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

Well that was easier than I thought.

“Noah told me where to find you.”

“Makes sense,” he grabbed one of my hands and put his other on my waist “, where did you get that dress?”

“Smashed a vase on some girl’s head,” I started to follow his movements, I had learned how to dance as a child, but I had no idea I’d be this good at the other half of ballroom dancing “, then I stole her clothes, the corset is bugging me a bit.”

“Smart, Beautiful and Independent, most girls I’ve met are just one, you really are something special. You know I just realised, I never even got your name?”

“I’m Cindy,” I told him, once again using that name.

“Your eyes just became even more beautiful, who’d have thought it possible,” he told me “, I’m sure you’ve probably heard of me, but in case I forgot to mention, my name is Jackson, Jackson Prince.”

“I know, I… have some clothes from your line.”

It was true, I had bought some Prince clothes during my… shopping trance.

“So,” he went on “, Should we dance our way out of this hall and find our way to the surface?”

“Surface?”

“This whole world is in the phantasea. Imagine an ocean, the surface and everything above it is reality, the sea bed and everything below it is the world of dreams, the ocean itself is the phantasea. Though reversing the top to bottom order of things would be more characteristic of how fluid everything is. Right now we’re basically in a large underwater bubble, this place is more fluid than reality but more solid than dreams. Once we get out of here we’ll be in the raw phantasea, all we have to do is keep swimming upwards and we’ll break the surface, once we do that, we’re in the real world.”

“I… see…”

“I’m sure you do.”

It was about this moment that I realised we were slowly dancing towards a door on the side of the room.

“I tried to get out at first, but the portal was designed so only two people could activate it and it would remain open until both made it through, but until it stabilised as closed only one way was possible,” Jackson explained.

“So as long as both of us are there it should reopen, right?”

“In theory, but the design seems odd, it only takes one person to activate the outside, but two are required to activate the way out, this is just common sense, but I think this is some kind of prison.”

At this point we were out of the ball room and Jackson took his hand off my waist, a part of me was disappointed to see it end.

“Wait, a prison for what?” I asked

“Who knows, but a prison has guards, and they probably won’t let us escape.”

I looked back into the ballroom and saw a couple of guards searching the room for something.

“But if they only saw one of us, that wouldn’t bother them right.”

“No guards seemed interested in me when I showed up. What did you have in mind?”

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I made my way through the halls again until I found the hall I’d started in, but the room was blocked off. There were guards outside the door, okay, time to see if I can make this work.

I approached the guards and asked what was happening in the room.

“Someone attacked one of the guests, a Mangalobe cosplay model, she was recently found in this room,” the guard explained to me.

“Why that’s awful,” I said, trying my best to seem like an innocent noble lady “, But still, I don’t suppose I could return to the room, I was admiring a painting and I believe I may have left my earrings behind.”

“Alright, I guess you can pass.”

“Thank you so much sir,” I curtsied and was just about to pass when the sound of a loud sneeze echoed through the hall, my dress billowing out in time.

“Please ignore that,” I suggested, nervously.

“I’m sorry,” said a muffled voice from under my cage “, Silk makes me sneeze. And you did just press your behind against my nose.”

“How do you sound so good even when you’re sneezing.”

It was at this point the guards drew their swords and pointed them at my throat. I raised my hands above my head.

“Okay, I think we need to run.”

Jackson slipped out from under my dress and pointed his extendable cane at the guards.

“I carry this everywhere, don’t make me use it,” he threatened.

“Is it okay if I take a step back here?” I asked.

Not really waiting for an answer I stepped back and allowed Jackson to use that thing. The way he wielded it was just like a sword, not surprising though, we had learned swordplay when we were young, we were rich and were playing pretend, when we suddenly decided, let’s learn for real.

As I backed away, I found myself surrounded by more guards.

“Um, I think that man may have messed up my stockings, do you mind if I adjust them for a second?” I asked.

The guards just looked at each other for a bit, before they stepped back.

I reached down towards the front of my dress and started pulling it up. I felt what I was looking for right there just below stocking top level on the right front of the cage, right where I told him to put it.

And time seemed to slow down.

I pulled the sword out of its hiding place and swung it at a guard taking his hand clean off. It was clear this was no ordinary sword as I’m pretty sure human innards aren’t blue and swirly, but then again, if these people weren’t real, who knows what their insides were like.

I had just cut of someone’s hand and it was now flying through the air. As I turned I grabbed the sword with my free hand and continued until the first sword clashed against another. I reversed the motion, cutting one guards fingers with the second sword, the insides were red and spurting, so at least they normally had human looking innards. I continued clashing swords on both sides until I had taken 4 of the 6 guards out. The bits of the guards cut by the first sword were still moving, like they were still in control.

“How are you doing this?” one of the guards asked me in what sounded like fear.

“Honestly, not a clue.”

“Those eyes,” said the other “, they’re different.”

“Thanks for the info, I’ll check them in the mirror when this is all over.”

I kicked the front of my cage forwards, knocking one of the guards off his feet and quickly separated most of him from, most of the rest of him… basically there were a lot of bits lying around.

Finally I swung around and took on the last one. The fun part was when I swished one sword around in a flurry, continuously clashing with the guards sword, only to surprise him with a sweep from below, separating his feet from the rest of him, then across the torso, finally each arm.

I stood there catching my breath. This corset barely took of a centimetre, I need to work on my cardio.

It suddenly hit me that I had just dismantled 6 people. Even though these people weren’t real it hit me kind of hard that I hadn’t given it a second thought until I was done.

I walked over to where Jackson was still fighting one more guard.

I wandered over to him and asked if he needed any help.

“I’m fine,” He told me “, this guard just has a really good, well, guard I guess.”

I walked up to him and swung the sword down, splitting him in two.

“Where did you get that sword?”

“Noah gave it to me, what is it?”

“It has two names, the Hand of Janus, and the Doormaker’s Blade, it was made by a man named Lord Meta a long time ago. It creates portals where it cuts.”

“That would explain a lot, so this guy has half of him sticking through a portal, why doesn’t he just climb through?”

“The portals are sticky, you might say, but it might be smarter to cut him up further, if he presses his sides together they’ll reconnect.”

“Thanks for letting me know,” said the guard as he tried to roll one of his sides over.

I swung the Doormaker’s Blade a few times to make it a little harder for him to reassemble himself.

“Good, that’s done, can we go now.”

We made our way into the room, the girl I knocked out wasn’t here anymore.

“Ladies first,” said Jackson.

“I’d argue, but I really want out of here, I just wish that girl hadn’t disappeared with my clothes.”

“One more thing, time moves differently in the phantasea, We’ve probably only been gone a few fractions of a second.”

“How long have you been in here?”

“Only about 2 weeks.”

I dived through the painting.

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I was suddenly floating in something that I couldn’t quite comprehend, but I remembered what to do, and swam towards the surface.

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I suddenly found myself lying on the floor in front of the painting, but I wasn’t alone.

The girl I had hit was standing up beside me.

“So this is what the world looks like now, it has been a while,” she said.

She had dressed herself in my old clothes, despite where we’d just come from neither of us seemed to be wet.

The girl started towards the door when Noah stood up in her way.

“And who are you supposed to be?” he asked.

“Out of my way,” she said, and with a quick hand gesture, Noah was flung across the room “, Everything here is glyphix.”

She moved her hands in some weird set of gestures I couldn’t quite follow and a sudden invisible force moved across the room knocking paintings of the wall and breaking the glass casings.

Breaking the glass.

I looked back at the casing which held Cinderella’s Hope, or what was now left of it, the one way I could think of to fix myself and it was lying in pieces.

Now… I was mad.

Noah pulled himself up and charged forwards wings out ready to do… something.

The girl turned to him.

“Get lost insect,” she told him and with another weird hand movement…

Noah was turned into a cockroach.

“Gross,” the girl continued moving towards the door.

I reached for a shard of glass and I saw myself reflected in the pieces.

Those eyes, they were trying to tell me something, and without words I knew what she was trying to say, and I knew what she was.

I pulled myself up and ran after that girl.

I made it out of the room and to the stairs before I had to stop to catch my breath. Stupid corset, at least before I’d have had the advantage.

Wait a minute, it was night.

I adjusted my watch and returned to my normal male self, and apparently some kind of green suit. I shivered at the thought of everything I’d just been through, the sword fight was one thing but that ball and that dress, Jackson hiding in it. That girl in my head had made it all easy but now I didn’t have her to help.

I forced myself to keep running until I caught up with that weird girl right outside the front door.

The girl threw another of those weird force things at me, throwing me back inside.

“I’m not going back in that thing,” she said.

I took the shard and looked at my reflection in it. I couldn’t see those eyes in it, but I remembered what they had told me.  I had no idea how this was going to work but I had seen enough weird stuff so far.

I stabbed the piece of glass into my left bicep.

I expected blood to come out but it didn’t. Instead some kind of blue mist spilled out, and as it did my body tingled and rippled again, so much for turning back.

I held my arm as I pulled myself up and watched as the blue mist swirled towards the girl. She stopped and turned around as it reached her and started with those weird hand things, but nothing worked, the mist moved in as fast as it was thrown away, and no matter how she tried to transform it, it wouldn’t hold.

The girl struggled for a few more seconds before the mist entered her nose, then her mouth, then the other holes in her face. In just a few more seconds it was over.

The girl was no longer struggling and instead of continuing on her way, she came over to me and helped me up the rest of the way.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she asked.

“No, pretty sure I did most of the hurting,” I answered.

“Oh… I have to go help that man I turned into a…” she seemed to shudder at the thought of that.

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Noah was not happy, the girl was hugging his ankles and crying and I was incredibly confused.

“sorryimsorrysorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryim,” the girl kept crying.

“This girl is a glyphix daemon, a malevolent force given life through glyphix power, they are impossible to kill and difficult to trap, what exactly did you do? And what happened to your clothes?”

“Everything after I stabbed myself in the arm makes no sense,” I told him, my clothes had returned to something like the ball gown, but the dress was shorter and had no cage.

“Well I guess now we need to put her away again so we can get Jackson out.”

“I’M NOT GOING BACK IN THERE,” the daemon girl screamed, she let go of Noah and started hugging my legs “, please don’t send me back, they made me live the same day over and over for thousands of years.”

“I’ve seen groundhog day, no one wants that,” I told Noah.

“Well, if whatever you did to her holds up, and you can find a way to bring Jackson back, I guess she can stay, though we will have to take precautions.”

An idea came to me.

“If you can get me a ride home and back then leave me alone with this painting a few minutes, I think I can get him out.”

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I returned from my little trip with the Fat Twins. After Noah and the daemon left the room I activated the twins and the two of us jumped in. A few fractions of a second later Jackson and I broke the surface, I had made sure to get rid of the other me the moment I had arrived. Two in, two out.

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That night I returned home with the daemon girl, I guess I should tell you about her now shouldn’t I.

She was a blonde, like me, with brown eyes, she had some light freckles on her face and was slightly above average in the curve department, I guess the guards had mistaken me for her.

Her name, apparently, was Denice, no last name.

Since they were not a hundred percent on trusting her they made sure to put this weird choker on her. It was apparently something from Jackon’s wild aunt’s sex line, it had an electro shock feature that I personally hoped we’d never have to use. I had seen it in action when she’d tried to take it off.

Denice was odd in many ways, for one thing, she insisted on sleeping under my bed.

I was already too tired to argue and let her go for it.

Despite my tiredness I did not sleep easy that night.

I had turned into a girl at night, which was not how this thing generally seemed to work. Adjusting my watch didn’t fix me and when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was my own eyes.

All I could do was wait and hope I could fix myself tomorrow night.

I know I’d had odd personality shifts as a girl, but right now I could tell I was just me, the girl behind those strange eyes was without question the cause.

And I was only now processing that I was going to be like this a lot more in the future.

The personality bits had made it less humiliating to wear a skirt or dress, or simply have boobs, at least as long as I stayed a girl, but they also had me doing and feeling things that I would then be embarrassed about moments later.

There were good and bad parts to it I guess, but they were gone now.

Right now I was lying on my bed, in a simple blue nightie, with two above average breasts hanging off my chest, an empty gap between my legs and hair spread all over my pillow.

“Hey Denice?”

“Yes friend?”

“You know how there are boys and there are girls? Well…”

The End… for now at least.