From my call for prompts and (LJ post); to @SharonTheRose’s prompt “a misogynist funds himself in a woman’s body, in a patriarchal system.”
Vas’ world, from the point of view of the McAliens.
a misogynist funds himself in a woman’s body, in a patriarchal system.
Seffie knew something was wrong the moment he woke up. He was in the wrong house, for one; the ceiling above him was painted in strange blue lines, not the red curlicues of the home he had built for the wife and children he had yet to find and make.
The blankets over him were wrong, woven in patterns he didn’t recognize, and they flowed strangely over his body, lumpy, incorrect.
“Woman!” Even the voice shouting in the next room sounded wrong, the accent twisted and barely intelligible. “Where is my food?”
Food sounded delicious. Seffie wondered where the woman was. He wondered, too, where he was. He levered himself up – his back hurt something fierce; had he been wounded in battle? He didn’t remember there being a battle – and he had to piss.
“Woman!” the hoarse voice came again, and a man in strange clothing stepped into the room. He was looking straight at Seffie. “By the holy seven, woman, what are you still doing in bed?”
“What by the nine are you talking about?” Seffie snapped – or started to. He got out “what,” in a high squeak, and finally got a glimpse of the body below the blanket. “What…?” he tried again. The voice that came out was a high, sweet, woman’s voice, which went with the swollen tits and round belly. He swung his feet to the ground, or tried to – he couldn’t see them over the belly, glaring at the man, who was even now crossing the room. “A hand?” he tried.
The brute cuffed him casually across the face. “Woman, if you are not in the kitchen before I get to the table, I will give you more than a hand.”
Seffie had taken worse, but never without dealing it back. He glanced at his fist – smaller than it should be, but still a fist – and slammed it into the man’s stomach.
As the man grabbed him by the hair, it occurred to Seffie that, just maybe, he shouldn’t have angered the village shaman.
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