81st Turn, Seventh Year, Twenty-First Cycle, Skyday
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From the Journal of Aframos Longjourney, Pilgrim

With notes by Avos Torr, Scholar of Rheve Library

Skyday, Twenty-first Cycle, Seventh Year, 81st Turn

Sixtieth Day in the Trees

I realized today what is wrong with me. I think I suspected before, but I did not wish to admit it to myself. I still don't know I feel about it.

There is some relief, of course. I am not dying of anything. It is almost certain that I will regain my balance. But still…

I am not sure I am ready to become a female at my time of life.

I knew that it was possible, of course. It has never happened in my life, but my father knew a female who had been male. I am only familiar with the opposite change. Females become male often enough, especially when they are young. My brother was female, before I was born. But very rarely does a male become female, at least among the Baro. It is more common among the Desder, I seem to recall1.

I was right about eating too much. Almost always, when this happens, it is because it is a time of plenty. I have been eating well. There were no females around me. Naturally, I began to change.

I have grown larger. I will probably grow a bit more, until I am the proper size for a female. My stripes will be gone. Inside… Inside, I feel the other changes. Already, I begin to notice differences in relieving myself, though I had taken those for signs that I had some internal ailment.

I suppose it doesn't really change anything. I must continue forward, and hope my quest is successful. If I ever do go back, the healers have ways to trigger a change, if I desire it.

I do not believe I will tell Torne about this. He is not of the Baro. He will not understand. Let him think I am still male.

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