Chapter 1-a (NaNoWriMo)

Exploits of El Extraño
the Extra-Dimensional Ex-Gay



Old Steel. Smoke. Soil. Shite. She. And sadness.

Things that El Extraño would no longer experience, now that he/she has entered the indigo void of a galaxy pocket where heavenly bodies--shaped as wisps of clouds and laughing like little bells--would bang against his/her new female body, marveling at how El Extraño, WWII freedom fighter, sacrificed his/her life, and those of his/her confederates in the process, to a man who did not love him/her but instead owed his allegiance to the puppet government of the Akeldamans. (But to those dear students of continuity, such an affair will have to be covered some other time, for that belongs to another life...another language.)

In this new realm, the Floating World, El Extraño is a painted doll in ghost-white kimono, perfumed with the king's narde. With soft steps, he/she looks for the new nemesis. The enemy will tell him/her how to go about in a system of gorgeous geishas, drunken guests, print galleries, and the nefarious art of bukkake.

Later, as El Extraño will yearn to leave the House of Eigo, he/she could no longer do so, for he/she could not stir the comatose warrior 's body in the old world where he/she came from.

And the only thing she can do now is...pretend.