The Wild Side

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John took a bet to get a date with the girl of his dreams. He didn't know that when you enter the Wild Side all bets were off!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of the characters, places, or anything else is meant to be represented by anything in reality. Duh! Fiction, get it? I the author reserve the rights, so please don't go posting this anyplace else without my permission. A very special thanks goes out to Cathy and all the others out there in BCTS land who have encouraged and inspired me to write and keep writing. Another round of thanks goes out to djkauf who is the fastest proofer I've ever encountered. Any remaining mistakes are all mine.

The Wild Side
Sioned and Owen
by
Grover
2/24/2012

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Glancing behind me, the officials at the custom desks were watching me. The Wild Side returning native, tourists and the curious had already transited though the gate on their way home leaving only me. Even the human business folks had gone on ahead intent on their jobs.

Hey, at least they had some clue as to what awaited them on the other side.

I was the newbie, a Gate virgin.

It wasn't that humans avoided the Gates. After all we'd created the damn things looking for a loophole we'd hoped Einstein had somehow missed. We'd gotten a clue when the Haydon Collider snooped out those particles that were speeding, breaking the old Master's speed limit.

Imagine everyone's surprise when the first Gate accidentally formed. Even more, think about how those first visitors to the Wild Side felt. No, they didn't end up on another planet like Edgar Rice Burrough's heroes, but instead a whole new universe.

This was a hell of a lot harder than I thought it would be. Being here all by my lonesome didn't help. Most tourists from Earth did the weekend thing going in groups. I suppose it was like Disney World. Go during the week and beat the crowds. In this case, it didn't help.

I knew Jason, Allison and Mary were watching me from the concourse observer deck. Judging from the snide sounding mutters from the custom desks they probably taking bets if I would go through with it or not.

Hell, it was a bet that got me in this mess to start with. All I'd done was ask Mary out on a date. I have to give it to her that she didn't just laugh in my face. Instead, in front of our friends no less, she'd made a bet. If I went through to the Wild Side, she would pay off with a date. You don't want to know what would happen if I chickened out. I shuddered just thinking about it.

Gathering my courage, I walked through the Gate.

It was really anti climatic. The Gate was just a metal framework and that was all. No shimmering effects, electrical arcs or any other Hollywood special effects need apply. To detect the energies involved, you needed a top notch physics lab and a room full of PhD's to decipher the results.

There were only garish warning signs that perhaps didn't say abandon all hope ye who enter here, but sure seemed like it.

One step on good old Mother Earth and the other was, well … somewhere else.

What stopped me in my track was that I was someone else too.

That was the thing about the Wild Side that the first accidental visitors learned the hard way. It was a completely different universe that had its own laws, and wasn't about to let a few illegal human immigrants get away with squat. You would fit in, end of line.

Everyone called it the 'adjusting.' That's where the Wild Side's Laws of Nature remade you to fit into her idea of what was right, and believe you me she had a hell of a sense of humor.

The Elves at the Wild Side's custom check-in, simply grinned at my discomfort. They had seen it all working here. After all they knew who was left to transit the Gate.

Going the other way, Wild Side, okay they didn't call it that, but very few humans could pronoun it right, the Elves, Goblins, Brownies and what all the other denizens of our neighboring universe always got changed into humans. Returning home they were transformed back into their old selves, mostly.

If Wild Side had taught any rule, it was that there was always an exception.

One of the photographers working the concourse snapped a pic of me standing there stunned. There was a fair number of tourists on both sides that passed through and went right back home thank you very much. They had their walk on the Wild Side and that was more than enough. However, it did allow photographers on both sides to make a very good living.

Alright, a part of my brains that wasn't frozen, that's cool. I needed that as proof I made it here anyways.

The tall elf carrying the old fashioned camera grinned, “Come on doll, show me some choppers.”

Dream-like I wandered to one of the mirrored walls. How did a poor starving male college student translate in to this?

The Adjusting could do a real number on humans. You name it. The Wild Side was home to just about any of the races Earth had long believed to be nothing but myths. Goblins, Brownies, Trolls, and the list went on and on.

In front of me was your standard elf. Tall, slim, and pointed ears, you know the drill. Not too unusual, but the problem was the two breasts that were clear clues I wasn't back home anymore. The very revealing dress dripping in jewels made that damn clear. The carefully piled high silver hair and long manicured painted talons said this was a woman who nurtured her beauty.

That's right. I was one hell of beautiful elf woman. Since when did the Adjusting include a sex change? I whispered to myself, “What did you call a female elf anyways.”

A soft voice next to my cheek answered, “That would be morwyn, oh fair one.”

Jumping back from the intrusion, I turned to face him. Yes, him because if I was beautiful, so was he. The second that thought hit me I started cursing Mary, bets and my own stupidity.

He was also an elf, but was so tall I had to tilt my head up to meet his sky blue eyes. Unlike me, he was dressed in Earth fashions that had survived the Wild Side's stern ideas of what was and what wasn't appropriate. His t-shirt and blue jeans was so tight and snug even paint-on couldn't do them justice.

“More-wind?” I mispronounced, trying to keep from staring at him. Not gay, I'm not gay, I told myself.

Morwyn,” he corrected me, his silvery smooth voice sent tingles all over me.

“Let me introduce myself,” He said, “My use name is Owen and I'm a curious traveler like you.

“Errr, I'm John.” My face turned red as my tongue stumbled over itself. The curious were those like me who just wanted to experience the Adjusting. Then it was back home as fast as we could go, bragging like little kids who had dared to stop over that forbidden line.

“That's a male name, is it not?” Owen asked still smiling.

My face burned red. I didn't have to look into the mirror to know I was blushing madly.

“You've received a great gift.” He took my hand and brought to his lips.

Powerless, I let him having no strength to resist. “W, wh, why would you say that?” I stuttered, trying to remember to breathe.

“For The Lady has bestowed such beauty upon you, mine eyes are blinded by your brilliance.” The tingles turned into an electric-like shock that traveled up my arm as he kissed my fingers. The entire time his eyes never left mine.

“I, I, I, have to go.” I tried to recover my traitorous hand, but his gentle touch imprisoned me. “My friends are waiting.”

The Photographer stood patiently by with the pictures he'd taken. That restored enough of my willpower to make me reach for my wallet to pay him. However, lacking pockets, I was at a loss until I found the silk purse hanging from my belted waist.

Again his soft touch robbed me of my senses.

“Please, Sioned.” He said. “I insist.” Owen dropped a coin into the photographer's hand who bowed respectfully and then hurried away. “All that I ask is that I be allowed to keep one to remind me of this moment.”

All I could do was nod numbly.

“As for reuniting with your companions,” He pointed up at the line of clocks that more or less kept track of how fast or slow time passed between Earth and the Wild Side. “We're behind today, so a few hours here is only a few minutes back on your home.”

I had to stop and make my addled wits do the math.

“Please,” Owen asked as smooth as silk, “Let me show you my home.” He waved his hand meaning his world, I guessed.

His eyes looking into mine, he whispered, “Your friends stayed behind, but you bravely stepped forward, Sioned. Reap the reward.”

Hardly trusting my voice, I croaked, “Sioned?”

“This is a different world, one of magic and great mysteries.” Again he sent tingles though me from the tips of my still blushing elvish ears to the bottom of my toes. “Your true name has power, and Sioned has the same meaning making a suitable use name for you. Besides, such a beautiful morwyn deserves an equally beautiful name.”

I'm a man damn it! This can't be happening to me. I'd heard of the magic that is all part of the Wild Side, but there were rules and treaties protecting tourists and others like me. Surely he wouldn't be so bold as to enchant me right here in the concourse?

He must've seen my suspicions in my eyes. He'd certainly been looking within them long enough!

“You wound me, Fair one.” He said, but I saw he was still smiling. “I'm using no spell or binding upon you. If anything it is you who have bound me with only your presence.”

Damn it! I was blushing again. As much as I wanted to flee for my life for the safety of a saner universe, I couldn't deny I was enjoying this too.

Yeah, sure he was trying to seduce me, but never back home had anyone given me any mind at all. To have Owen here, regardless of how goofy his lines, give me all his attention, it felt good.

He must've seen my hesitation.

“So Sioned, will you take flight back to your friends who were afraid to take a chance or take a walk on the Wild Side with me.” He grinned.

I suddenly understood what a devilish glint meant now.

“So you've been setting me up for that line all along haven't you?” I laughed as he shrugged expressively.

Owen held out his hand for me.

I took it.

***

Ten hours later

I took a deep breath resisting the urge to pat myself down. There was no need. I was home. The fine case Owen had provided my pictures had translated into a leather portfolio. Not able to help myself I had to look back. Damn if part of me wanted to run back, but I knew that was for now impossible. He had his life and I had mine.

“What happens in the Wild Side stays in the Wild Side,” He whispered to me after our last kiss stealing the famous line from Vegas. That didn't make it any less true.

Passing back through customs was easy. Nice though they were, the pictures and case were well below the imports limits. It was those things that made through the 'Adjusting' intact that were near priceless.

Checking the clocks, only ten minutes had passed here, but apparently that was enough for my so-called friends to grow bored. I actually saw them walking to their car. If I ran I suppose I could've caught them, but why bother?

Mary and her pettiness had become far less interesting now.

Waiting for the bus, I watched others head into the Gateway terminal. Right then and there I made a promise to myself, smiling. Someday I too would again walk the Wild Side.

The End
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cool

I wanna be a female elf!

Nice one, Grover

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Move Over, Lou Reed!

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Woohoo! That would have been a walk worth taking.

I'm not sure I would have come back, 'cos what happens in The Wild Side stays in The Wild Side.

Top notch, Grover,

Joanne

Wild Side

Too short. This premise, and Sioned, should have an adventurous future in this new (?) universe. Looking forward to more of Sioned.

GinNC

Wasn't sure at first

But this turned out very interesting! And not at all what I expected! I was thinking he might return and stay female. Well, maybe he has, mentally.


"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin

A fun piece

I enjoyed reading it. I think there is a lot more to be gotten out of this nugget, too. Other stories, I mean.

wonderful!

A delightful story, Grover. You said much, and said it well, with not a lot of words.

atta boy... with this kind of

atta boy... with this kind of friends you really don't need enemies... Well at least he now knows what to think of them and tht there always is the wild side.
He got more than just a date with a bitch.

Thank you for writing,
Beyogi

Fantastic!

I loved both the premise and the telling. Thanks!

This could be an incredibly

This could be an incredibly fun universe :)

I'd love to read more about the wild side or about john/sioned ^^

grtz & hugs,

Sarah xxx

Some people

Some folks stay on the wild side, I'm willing to bet.

Immigration Laws?

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This is really a fun story, Grover. I hope you consider writing more about John/Sioned. I imagine John will be haunted by his memories of being Sioned.

I wonder if he'll lie about who was who in the photo? He could say that he was Owen. But if Owen was really that good looking, Mary might want to go with John on the next trip. That idea could really backfire. Owie!

Thanks and kudos.

- Terry

Walking on the Wild Side

A big thanks to everyone who's commented and/or left a kudo! Truly the hardest part of writing this one was the hard eyed stare as I ruthlessly cut away the SF writer's bane, exposition. As for a sequel, a cute scene popped into my head and I'm working on it. Again my enemy is the Big E that wants to explain everything right up front. Hopefully I'll be as successful with it as it seems I was with this one.
Thanks again everyone!!!!
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Grover

Fun! I remember a superb

Fun! I remember a superb Christopher Leeson story with a similar premise: one of the dimensions would turn you into an antelope-like creature while another consistently changes your sex. However your take on the idea is still unique and offers a nice explanation for the existence of mythical creatures.

I think the story of CL was

I think the story of CL was Prisoners of Tiresias. That was one of the best parodies on political correctness I've ever seen. Well and what power does to people.
I guess this universe might also be interesting for a longer story. I wonder... if the differences between the wild side and earth are so great, why don't they have a mass migration problem like the old communist states had?

That's an easy

question to answer. First the Gates make it very easy to control who comes and goes. Second, most of the races who are not elves have those who wish to got to Earth where in their eyes things are equal. ie human. The Elves aren't goodness and nice but like any other group that is at the top, they want to stay there. Their great longevity helps them immensely. The only ones that comes close are the Dwarves and they're not much for traveling although they have their own Wild Side Gate that is in Scandinavia.

By the same token humans who immigrate has their own problems to adjust to. No internet, cars, phones, and most other things that takes at least an industrial revolution base to even get started. The treaties between Earth and Wild Side tightly control immigration although tourism is beginning to become more popular. Even the visas are limited but that is more because there is a lot of freight traffic though the same Gates.

Plus a little problem of working out the logistics of moving stuff around where one side has forklifts and the other has ogres and trolls.

Hey thanks for the Comments everyone!
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Grover

Impressive

Grover, it is a real talent to be able to take the ridiculously impossible and make it seem like it's truly a part of our world. And you've succeeded quite well with this one. Bravo!
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The girl in me. She's always there...
but she's busy right now calling her travel agent.

Making it real.

Everyday we do the impossible. If you could take Jules Verne, HG Wells or even Edgar Rice Burroughs and show them common ordinary things they would be amazed. The same things that worked for them works for anyone. Just remember that people are people and will react that way and everything usually just falls into place. Of course you know that. There was this story about this Dome in Boston ... :)
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Grover

PS: Thanks for the comment!

I love this universe... It

I love this universe... It sounds like fun, with all kinds of possibilities. Is this open for anyone to write in?

Any rules?
Such as, a rare glitch that leaves you a Elf or Brownie on earth. Or a rare immunity to being adjusted and left you human on the wild side?

I would think it would be interesting if half of the reasons humans are worried about using the gate, is if when they go, and are transformed into a female elf, that when they returned through the gate, they stayed female, or visa versa, female going over, becoming a male orc or something, loving the power and prowess, only to return to the earth side discovering her inner-male is now her outer shell.

I haven't thought

about opening up this universe. Let me think about it. I have two other Wild Side stories that are in the works that explains things a little more. The important thing to remember is that Earth's home universe is rather stodgy and likes having things just a certain way. It's boring and predictable even if she loves messing with physics professors minds. Elves and magic have no place in her tidy Universe thank you very much. As for the Wild Side, there is a real good reason why its called the Wild Side.

Thanks for your comment.
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Grover

no being stuck

I actually hope you can't be an elf or something on earth and/or be stuck as the other gender. it would be a too common tg twist, while now it feels like an interesting new universe :) But that's just my opinion :--)

grtz & hugs,

Sarah xxx

No sticky!!!!

No worries about that. Poor mundane Earth doesn't have magic which also includes Elves, Goblins and so forth. Our universe's rules won't allow it. As for the rest, your questions will hopefully be answered when I post some more. :)
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Grover

Great little story

Thanks for sharing it

The Wild Side

Quite a fun time for him/her.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine