Just My Luck

Sara Knight is just your average transgender woman if anything is average for any transgender woman. Trying to get through the motions of life. Trying to find where she fit in. Living a life of trying to blend in with everyone else. Doing everything possible not to stick out or cause any unnecessary attention. It was already hard enough as it was just being a transgender woman in the big city but doing everything on her own made everything that much more difficult. No family or friends to depend on. No one to lean on when thing got bad. She learned early on it life that things aren’t fairy tales or that there is no happily ever after. No for her life was hard and traumatizing.

Her life started out as any other child with a happy family that loved her unconditional but tragedy struck when she was only 13 years old. Her parents were killed in a car crash which changed her life forever. With no family left she was put into the foster care system. It was a hard life for her having to move from one place to the next. Never really able to build roots or make friendships anywhere. Always labeled as weird or loner so she was picked on for being different. Its because of this that she became closed off and with drawen from the world. Her friends were books to take her away from the hardships of the world she lived in. On her 18th birthday she left the system to start a new path in life for herself.

Sara had been giver a entry-level position at a investment firm in New York City. It paid well and the work environment was comfortable. It allowed her to live on her own. It may have been the nice place to live but it was quite and dry. She started to get into a routine between work and home. Not much else interested her other reading, writing, or sketching. Those were her escape from all the problems being transgender bring. The life she had made for herself was looking good but life always has a way of turning everything upside down.

It was a beautiful weekend and of Sara wanted to head out, enjoy the warmth of the sun on her face. I gathered my drawing supplies placed them in carry bag and headed to the water front. I always loved the view of the city looking over the water. The sun reflecting off of the water. The smell of the ocean was amazing. Finding an empty bench I pull out her sketch pad and started to work. It made my mind to be at peace looking at what was around and being able to make a perfect sketch of what ever was in my vision. It was a raw and rare talent but she was very good at it. I was so focused that I never noticed a man standing near me looking at her work. Stranger “Your work is excellent. Have you ever tried doing work professionally?” I’m shocked by his presence and I drop my sketching pencils all over the ground. Stranger “My apologies for starting you. Let me help you.” He knees down picking up most of her art supplies from the ground with a nice smile. Me “Ummm....sorry about that. I never had any come up to me like that.” Stranger “I do apologize. You looked so focused and your art work is amazing that I jist had to meet you. My name is Vincent, Vincent McCain. I run and own a local art studio and would like to invite you take a look.” Me “I don’t know. It’s just so sudden.” Vincent “Well here is my business card with the address. Stop by anytime.” Me “Thank you. Oh I forgot to introduce myself. My name Sara Knight.” Vincent “That is a beautiful name for a beautiful young woman.” I start blushing at his words. Its the first time someone, anyone has given me that kind of attention. Me “Thank you Vincent and I really appreciate it.” I stands up and shakes Vincent’s hand to be polite. Vincent “Well I do hope to see you again. It was a pleasure meeting you Ms. Knight.” Me “A pleasure to meet you also Mr. McCain.” With that he nods and heads on his way. Sara looks at Vincent as he’s walking away. Just trying to get a feel for who he was. He definitely dressed nicely in a navy blue suit. He was an older gentleman around early 50ies. He had salt and pepper hair in a clean cut hairstyle. All the details she noticed from his suit to his shoes was impeccable and is very good taste. Sara (“Maybe it would be nice to see his art studio. I might be able to pick up new techniques while I’m there.“) Her mind wonder if she should take a leap of faith. To allow her to see something new and maybe enjoy being out in the real world for once. The decision was bouncing back and forth in her mind to go or not to go. A decision that would change the course of her life.

Her decision was made to visit the studio the following weekend. To meet Mr. McCain again and try and gain more knowledge. The work week went by so slow for her. She thought father time was pulling a cruel job. Time seemed to stand still on those days. Sara was the kind of person who enjoyed work but this week was the week from hell. Nothing worked correctly and there was always a problem left and right at work. It really started to stress her out. But she knew the weekend was right around the corner and was her driving force. Focusing on that allowed her to forget all the troubles from work. With work finally over for the week she looked forward to Saturday. To visit the Art Studio and see different perspectives of art.

It took 3 different trains and over a hour to get to the closes stop to McCain’s Art Studio. The walk from the train station was only a 10 minute walk and the area was in good condition. The weather was warm and the sun was out. It definitely was a nice day to be out and about. Looking around to see many different small shops with all kind of trinkets. While looking I finally saw the sign for Vincent’s Art Studio. Pushing the door open the bell above the door chimes. Art hanging on the walls pulled my attention to it. It was a lovely picturesque scene of a family having a picnic in the forest. I was so captivated by it I never saw Vincent come up to her. Vincent “Hello Sara.” I jumped almost out of my skin and turned to look at where the voice came from. Sara “Hi Vincent. You scared me.” Vincent “My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Me “Its ok. I was just so caught up in this painting I almost forgot where I was.” Him “Its ok. Let me show you around.” I just nod and he leads talking about all of the paintings giving as much detail as possible. He was trying to make me feel comfortable and I finally started to relax a bit. He must of noticed the change in my body so he decided to show her a master piece of art.

Going to the painting and pulling off the sheet off to unveil a beautiful large painting of a lake. The moon was full and sparked off the dark almost midnight blue. It was mesmerizing. Sara walked closer and noticed something a bit strange. She thought the water was moving. Maybe it her mind playing tricks on her, she couldn’t tell. She closed her eyes to try and refocus. That’s when she felt hands grab her. Freaking out struggling to get loose but whoever had a hold of her saw much stronger that her. It felt like she was pulled foward but that could be right. That would have been into the painting.

Opening her eyes to see the lake from the painting before her and 2 big men holding my arms. Before she to think straight my hands were tied behind my back. My ankles were tied together making any attempt to run impossible. And then they gagged her to muffle any attempts to scream. It all happened so quick that before the mind caught up I was over a shoulder being carried away. Lifting up my head seeing only trees and the lake that was dispersing behind the dense forest. Me (“Maybe I can get my hands free.“) Trying with every ounce of strength but it was no use. The ropes just dug into her wrists the more she struggled. My attempts of escape let her mind and filled with fear. Me (“What are they going to do to me?“) I just let her head hang down because it was the only thing I was able to do.

I didn’t know how long they had been walking but hearing the sound of a metal door got my attention. I felt them going down steps to what could only be described as a cellar. Waking just a bit more the sounds beep and another metal opening. Down several hallway turning right then left then she lost could on how many lefts and rights were make. It was a maze down here. How was I ever going to make it out. Who would even know where to look for me. I had no one to worry that I was missing. No family, no friends to start a search. It would be as if she just vanished into thin air. My old life was gone in a blink of an eye. Fear had fully consumed my mind. Not knowing what was happening and why it was happening to me made my mind to almost shutdown.

The moment before her mind shutdown I was put back on her feet. Strong arms held me in place. Looking around the room it almost resembled a hospital operation room. All the same type of equipment that you would see in Doctor TV shows was there. A woman stand up from a chair in the corner and strides to me. Doctor “Well look at you. Not a bad canvas to start our new project.” I could say anything because of the gagg. Doctor “My name is Doctor Smith and you have been selected for a glorious new beginning.” My eyes got hug trying to figure out what she meant. I keep trying to get my hands loose but the ropes won’t budge. Smith “Get her ready and put her onto the table.” I had no idea what was going to happen until I felt a needle stick me in my neck. I would have scream if I could but my mouth was useless. My eyes started to get heavy and my body felt like jello. Then everything goes black.

It hard to open my eyes. They feel like heavy weights. My body aches every where. Every thing feels strange and weird. When I finally manage to open my eyes I’m in a room by myself. I see four walls and one metal door. A toilet and sink with a mirror in one corner of the room. It almost resembled a prison cell. I bring my hand to my head and that is when I notice for the first time why my body felt weird. My fingers were thin and petite. A hand that would belong to a young female girl. I try to sit up but fall back into the bed. My body feels different like I have extra weight where it shouldn’t belong. My mind want to just spin but I calm myself so I can find out the extent of these changes. I finally manage to sit up and I’m looking at two mounds under my hospital clothes. It takes me a few seconds before I raise my right had to my chest. I had to know for sure and the moment I touched one I was like (“Oh boy, there real and sure as shit part of my body!“) I keep trying to think of how could this happen. Next I look at my petite feet and nice legs sticking out from under my clothes. I finally get the courage to swing my legs over to see my whole body. It takes two tries to stand up because of the different weight distribution on my body. I will have to get use this new feeling. Once up on my feet I start my walk to the mirror, afraid of what i would see. I have my head down before I get to the mirror and place my hands holding the sink. It felt like hours standing there but in reality it was just around a minute or two. I finally take a deep breath and look up. To my shock my reflection staring back at me was of a beautiful youg girl or young lady depending on how you look at age. I could see long black hair cascading down to about the middle of my back. My eyes we honey brown with light tan completion. My face was of a cute slim profile and everything was perfectly proportional. It was a face of model in a photo shoot. Perfect without any kind of makeup. That’s when the urge to pee hit. I instinctively pulled my underwear down and sat on the toilet just like I had done so many time but there was no need to make sure something was pointing in the right direction. Everything felt so weird. It was all a new experience and something I always wished for and now its my reality. I was a young teenage girl.