I'm a Trans Girl Reincarnated in Another World??

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    • Iris awoke the next morning feeling relaxed and happy in a way she hadn't since…she couldn't remember. She rolled over in bed and saw Alessa getting dressed. Iris smiled and burrowed under the covers as she watched the muscles on Alessa's back flex, before the lady knight finished pulling her tunic over her head.

    "I thought we could go clothes shopping today," Alessa said, "As I promised."

    Iris threw back the covers and looked down at herself. Her jeans and hoodie were more worn and stained than ever, even if the body under them felt more comfortable.

    "I'd like that," Iris said, kicking the covers away and jumping out of bed.

    Soon they were walking the streets of Darford. They passed through a produce market, farmers from the fields outside the town selling fresh-picked vegetables. Iris saw radishes, carrots, strawberries, green onions, broccoli, all sorts of leafy greens, and other crops she couldn't even identify. She also saw...

    "Huh, tomatoes," Iris said to herself.

    "Hmm?" Alessa asked.

    "Uh, it's just, we have those in my world as well."

    How could she explain the Columbian Exchange? That tomatoes originally came from her homeworld, in a place called Mexico? Did everything in this world come from Earth? Did it even matter?

    "Iris? Are you alright?" Alessa asked. "Do you…want a tomato?"

    Iris realized she did. Her mouth was actually watering, and she realized she hadn't had fresh greens in ages. She was craving vegetables. Alessa bought her a big red tomato for a half-copper, and it tasted brighter and more flavorful than any tomato she'd ever had. She almost cried.

    Iris had been expecting a clothing store; instead, Alessa took her to a tailor. The shop was cluttered with rolls of cloth tucked into cubbyholes, mannequins with half-finished gowns and suits hanging from them, and a huge table covered in needles, spools of thread, scissors, and scraps of cloth. Iris had to do a double-take as she saw a pair of pedal-powered sewing machines in the back of the shop. Alessa briefly explained what she needed to the tailor, a short, fussy woman with dark skin and high cheekbones. The tailor's apron pockets were full of sewing equipment, and she held a needle tight between her lips.

    The tailor took one look at Iris, nodded, and pushed Iris up onto a box where she immediately started taking her measurements, poking and prodding her and barking at her to stay still. The tailor's daughters watched her and whispered to each other and giggled.

    "Where did you get these clothes?" the tailor said around the needle held in her lips. Iris stammered out that they had been second-hand, and the tailor snorted. "Of course they are. They're terribly fitted. Mother Macallister will see to you properly, dear. Turn."

    Iris turned around as the tailor measured her waist and the inside of her thighs. Alessa was looking at her thoughtfully.

    "We should get you something in the Harcourt colors," the knight said, "Since we want you to pass as my retainer. But you'll want your own outfit…what would you say your colors are?"

    Iris thought for a moment, her eyes scanning the lengths of fabric for inspiration. She saw lots of greens and yellows, relatively fewer reds and blues, and white, grey, and black in abundance. She thought about her suit of armor.

    "Red and yellow," she said confidently.

    "I agree," one of the tailor's daughters said, "They fit your energy, very heroic colors."

    "Hush, girl," the tailor said, but she seemed to agree as well.

    "Come back tomorrow," the tailor said, and without another word she got up on a stepstool and started grabbing handfuls of cloth to hand off to her daughters.

    "Now what?" Iris asked, turning to Alessa.

    "The cobbler. We need to get you some proper boots."

    Iris looked down at her worn old converse sneakers and sighed.

    "After that, can we go back to the Duck and Heron? I want to see if they serve salad."

    ***

    "Holy shit," Iris muttered around a mouthful of some leafy green with a sharp, peppery bite to it. "It's been forever since I had a salad, I had no idea they could taste so good."

    "Get used to that feeling, you'll miss them again come next winter," Bors said, grinning.

    "Oh, Lady of Light, grant me patience," Alessa muttered next to her. Iris looked up and saw the squires Alexa and Robert come slinking through the doors of the Duck and Heron's common room. They were very clearly trying to sneak up the stairs.

    "Squires! Attend!" Alessa barked, rising to her feet. Iris kept eating her salad.

    The two teenagers reluctantly dragged themselves in front of her. Alexa had a black eye and a defiant set to her jaw – once again, Iris saw the family resemblance between her and Alessa. Robert was trying and failing to repress a smile.

    "Did I not tell you to stay out of trouble?" Alessa asked. She turned to Iris and Bors. "They got in trouble. I specifically told them not to get into trouble!"

    "It wasn't our fault!" Robert said, "Some of the local kids were picking on this girl, so we had to step in!"

    "Right, and then they knocked Robert down! So, I had to fight them!" Alexa added. Iris glanced at Bors, who turned his head to hide a smile. Alessa, though, seemed deadly serious.

    "Not only did you disobey me, you caused a disturbance in the town! You could have gotten all of us in trouble."

    "But we were defending her honor-"

    "You escalated to violence. Did this girl even ask you to step in on her behalf? Because otherwise you only intervened in a childish squabble."

    Both teenagers looked down and shuffled their feet. Alexa sniffled.

    Alessa grabbed Alexa by the chin and inspected her black eye.

    "Tch. Let that be enough of a punishment for you. Maybe it will teach you to pick your battles. But I keep my promises – you're not to set foot outside this inn until it's time to depart."

    "Yes, Madame Alessa," Robert said.

    "As you say, Madame Alessa," the squire Alexa said. The two started to shuffle off dejectedly towards the stairs, when Alessa cleared her throat.

    "Oh, I suppose I have to ask – did you win?"

    Alexa turned back and grinned.

    "We thrashed them, Madame Alessa!"

    Alessa nodded stiffly.

    "Well. That's that, then. Run along now, squires."

    She sat down at the table again, and for a moment Iris, Bors, and Alessa sat in silence. Iris chewed her salad. Finally, Bors started laughing into his stew.

    "Spirited kids, aren't they?" he chuckled.

    "Indeed. At least they did not sully the reputation of the Harcourts," Alessa said, keeping a straight face.

    Iris felt her composure slip as well.

    "Alessa, did you hear yourself? I thought they were going to start crying!" she giggled nervously.

    Alessa cracked a smile and snorted.

    "Being a knight requires responsibility. It's about being a warrior with a code. It's about having rules."

    "They're still young," Bors said with a casual shrug, "And you can't deny they have the spirit."

    "No, indeed, I cannot." Alessa said.

    ***

    "How does it feel?" the tailor asked. Iris looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

    "It feels great. It looks great," she said. She was wearing a long tunic in light yellow, almost gold, with a red fringe, and particolored leggings, red on the left side and yellow on the right. Tailored clothing just fit her better, sitting easily on her frame. She felt a twinge of discomfort at how masculine she looked – but the outfit was no different from what Alessa was wearing, and her long hair helped her pass a little bit.

    "We're going to have to take out the chest at some point," Iris said. Alessa cleared her throat, but when Iris glanced at her, she just smiled innocently.

    Once Alessa had paid the tailor, she and Iris left and strolled through the town. It was their third day in Darford, and the sun was going down.

    "This is a nice town," Iris said, "I'm glad we stayed here."

    She looked again at the intricate carvings on the eaves of every building, and wondered what they were for. The carvings resembled swirling, interlocking lines ending in the carved heads of people of various sorts– old, young, men, women, handsome, grotesque. She could have asked a local for an explanation, but she felt like whatever it was, she wouldn't understand. She preferred the mystery.

    "We'll leave tomorrow," Alessa said. She looked around thoughtfully. "You're right, it is a nice town. Clean, prosperous. You know, the King granted them a charter when he extended the roads out here and opened the frontier to woodcutters."

    "Oh. No, I didn't know that. I was just thinking that…people here seem to care about this town. And it's so busy. It feels like people make their lives here, instead of just living here, you know?"

    Alessa looked at Iris with some undefinable emotion and shook her head.

    "I feel that way about Doncaster. You'll like it, I think – half of it is underground, in repurposed caves or in chambers hewn from the living rock. And you can meet my family, and the master-at-arms, and we can have the maids refit your clothes when – when your body changes."

    Iris smiled and looked down at her clothes again, sticking out her leg to admire the way the fabric hugged her body. The boots were nice too, sturdy black leather that came halfway up her calves. They were kind of sexy, she had to admit.

    "Thank you again, by the way. I never thought that clothes could – well. You've been very kind to me, anyway."

    "It is my duty to provide for a lady under my care – even out of my own purse," Alessa said. Iris smiled and leaned in closer, grabbing onto Alessa's arm and holding onto it. Her fingers fluttered on Alessa's firm bicep, and Iris admired the warmth of her body.

    "And now I think it's time to escort this lady back to the inn, don't you think?" Iris asked softly.

    Alessa smiled, her blue eyes shining in the light of the setting sun.

    "Yes. Yes, I think so."
     
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    • I am intensely jealous of the tomatoes, honestly. Presumably they're actually way more tasty, like heirloom tomatoes irl, rather than it solely being a first impression? The ones you can get at a supermarket are just so flavorless…
     
    obviously one of the previous isekais was one of those super gimmicky light novels, I was Reincarnated as a Tomato Plant but the setting is a pre-Columbian European Pastiche?!?!
     
    Tomato seeds hitched a ride in someone's colon, as fruit seeds do?
     
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    • CW: Body dysphoria, brief sexual content.

    If I had a nickel for every setting I wrote where furries are oppressed, I'd have...maybe fifteen cents.

    After they had eaten dinner and retired to their shared room, there had been a moment where something almost happened between them. Iris had removed her new outfit, leaving her in thin, white cotton underclothes – an undershirt and something like a pair of boxers held up by a drawstring. Iris looked down at herself and ran a hand over her body, feeling her stomach and hips. It was the most comfortable she'd ever felt in her own skin.

    All the candles were out, the shutters were drawn, and the only light came from Alessa's lightstone, sitting on the nightstand.

    When she turned to look over her shoulder, she saw that Alessa was watching her as well. The knight was sitting on her bed, dressed in only her trousers and the cloth she used to bind her breasts. A lot of skin was on display, from her muscular shoulders to her biceps to her abs, and she was looking at Iris almost...expectantly.

    Iris realized that she could take the next step, if she wanted. Here they were, two women in a state of undress who were clearly attracted to each other, enjoying the last privacy they'd get together for a long time. She wasn't sure what held her back. Maybe it was the fact that Iris still wasn't fully comfortable with her own body, afraid that undressing would bring on a bout of dysphoria. Maybe she didn't want Alessa to see her now, when she was…half-finished. Or maybe it was out of respect for Alessa's chivalric code. When Iris turned away, she felt shame and embarrassment. Maybe Alessa didn't want her after all, and she had saved herself from committing a serious mistake with the woman she considered her closest friend.

    Iris mumbled goodnight and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over her. After a moment, Alessa turned off the lightstone, and the two laid there in the dark, each aware of the other's presence but saying nothing, until sleep took them.

    But Iris dreamed of Alessa nonetheless.

    In her dream they were back on the riverbank, but Alessa was wearing nothing at all. Alessa was sitting back, her muscular thighs spread, and Iris knelt between them. The white-blonde hair between Alessa's legs matched that on her head. She took Iris into her embrace, and Iris enjoyed the warmth and the scent of her and the sound of her moans. Her body was alternately soft and hard in all the right places, and her lips were on Iris' skin, and she dug her fingers in and whispered in her ear:

    "Iris, wake up. We have to meet the sun."

    Iris mumbled and rolled over, dragging the covers over her head. As she fully awoke, she realized that her girldick was hard against her stomach. Mortified, she tried to think of something boring. Baseball. Cornfields. This world had cornfields, she'd seen them. Who had brought corn here from her world?

    "Iris?" Alessa asked again.

    "Right, I'm awake," Iris said, throwing back the covers.

    She took her medication, then she and Alessa helped each other with their armor. Neither said anything about the night before; it was like nothing had even happened. Maybe it had just been in Iris' head. Iris packed her gear and gave the room a last look-over. She would miss Darford, she'd made some good memories here, but the road called.

    The party assembled in the common room, yawning and rubbing sleep from their eyes, but before they could leave, there was a complication.

    Chiri was waiting for them. She was wearing the same witch's hat she had the day before, but she'd swapped her dress out for an outfit more suitable for travelling - a rich brown velvet coat with a corset, a plunging neckline, and black lace at the wrists and collar; a lacy skirt in black and gold; and pantaloons that ended at her knees. She had two traveling cases at her feet.

    "Hi there! I'm Chiri Three Tabbakin!" she said cheerily.

    "Pleased to meet you," Alessa said stiffly. "I am Madame Alessa Harcourt, and these are my retainers. Can I be of service?"

    "I'd like to join you on your quest!"

    "She's the magician who helped me with my, uh, transition," Iris said quickly. Her heart was beating quickly as she tried to process what Chiri had said.

    "And why do you want to join us?" Alessa asked, all chivalric formality.

    "Well, Iris is a fated hero from another world, of course!" Chiri said, "And she needs me! I'm a magician you see, and an alchemist, and I know lots that could help her, especially with her transition!"

    Alessa stared at the catgirl for a long moment before turning to the rest of the party.

    "Bors? Iris? A word?"

    The three of them entered a huddle on the other side of the room.

    "Iris, did you know anything about this?" the lady knight asked.

    "No? I don't think so? We talked, and she was nice but…" Iris glanced over at the catgirl, who waved at her. She waved her fingers back. "I guess she really liked me?"

    "Do you trust her?" Alessa asked.

    Iris didn't have to think about it for long. If she could trust Chiri with her transition, she could trust her with her life.

    "Absolutely."

    Alessa set her jaw.

    "Not everyone likes catfolk. I myself bear no dislike towards them, but others will. They are discriminated against in some places. It may cause trouble for the party."

    "Still," Bors said, glancing at the catgirl, "It would be good to have a magician with us."

    "That it would," Alessa said reluctantly. Iris glanced at Chiri again, who was chatting with the squires Alexa and Robert.

    "I'm sorry, they're discriminated against?" Iris asked. She looked at the catgirl who had been so kind and helpful. The idea of anyone hating her just for who she was filled Iris with hot fury. Her hand went to the hilt of her sword, and she resolved that anyone who even gave the catgirl insult would regret it.

    "It depends on the place, but...yes. It may not even be safe for her to set foot in certain cities without an escort." Alessa said. She sounded bitter.

    "There's no justice," Iris said. She'd lived in places like that, places where she was afraid to live openly. It reminded her of her hometown, full of backwards freaks who hated everything unfamiliar, her parents, the maladjusted bullies and failures she'd left behind. Iris could feel the seething rage inside her, and felt it turn into something else – righteous fury, for the community that was denied her and was denied to Chiri. She swore to herself that she'd find a way to protect Chiri.

    "In any case, she should be safe traveling with us," Alessa continued. She thought for a moment, staring hard at Iris, then nodded. "Very well, she can join us."

    "Heya!" Chiri said, suddenly appearing at Iris' side. "So, what do you say?"

    "Chiri Three Tabbakin, was it?" Alessa asked. "You would be a most welcome member of our party, although I cannot say we are on any true quest at the moment. We are bound for my home of Doncaster."

    "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure a quest will appear to meet the hero," she replied, winking at Iris.

    "Right. Charles? Where did you put the horses?"

    "Follow me, Madame Alessa," the groom said, stifling a yawn.

    Iris lingered as Chiri picked up her bags.

    "It's alright with your family if you come with us, right?" Iris asked, "What about the shop?"

    "Oh! Well, I have brothers and sisters, don't I? I told my family what I wanted to do and they supported me!"

    "Well, that's…good."

    "…you all want me along, don't you?"

    "Oh, I mean, yeah! We're happy to have you along! I'm really happy."

    Chiri purred. Iris had thoughts of snuggling up in a warm bed with the catgirl.

    "Hey," Iris said after a moment's thought, "How did you know we were leaving right now?"

    "O-oh, um…I did some divination…n-nothing too intrusive! I just cast lots to see what day and time you would leave and…um."

    "Right. Magic."
     
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    • "Right. Magic."

    That's a lovely touch right there. Especially having the magic be used in a way that frankly aligns a lot more with the use of magic in classical mythology. Divination that works is far more common in the original legends than the ability to throw thunderbolts, if only because a real world shaman or whatever could credibly keep up the pretense of being a diviner, but could not credibly pretend to cast Fireball.
     
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    "In any case, she should be safe traveling with us," Alessa continued. She thought for a moment, staring hard at Iris, then nodded. "Very well, she can join us."
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    It's interesting to consider what Alessa is thinking about Chiri joining up. It seems pretty clear to me that she's picking up on the same general mutual attraction vibes as Iris, but on her end it's easy to misinterpret the combination of Iris's hesitation to make a move and Chiri's desire to join them as, like, "oh Iris isn't interested in me, she's into the beautiful magician who helped her transition".
     
    Of course the catgirls are discriminated against. We'll discriminate against anything and everything given the chance, it feels like.
     
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