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For You: Wizard of Oz Fic

Danse Macabra

Author: Bitterfig

Title: For You

Fandom: L. Frank Baum’s Oz series

Pairing: Dorothy/Ozma

Summary:  While no one in Oz has to age, Dorothy and Ozma find they have a reason to grow up. 

Beta Reader: Nzomniac

Word Count: 1306

Rating: R

Warnings: Shoujo-ai/femslash.  This is not graphic but if you have fond childhood memories of a chaste Dorothy and Ozma you might wish to avoid it.

Author's Note: Written for [info]yuri_challenge prompt: Young, "In this land where we stay young forever, I want to group up a little, just for you."  This story is also being used for

100_women prompt #055: Friends.  (click here to see my 100_women progress chart) and 12_stories prompt #04: Green (click here to view my 12_stories progress chart.)

 

 

For You

 

 

It was Aunt Em who first noticed when she and Uncle Henry had just returned from an extended holiday by the seashores of Ev.

 

“Why, Dorothy Gale,” Aunt Em cried when the girl rushed to greet them.  “I scarcely recognized you.  You’ve grown into quite the young lady.”

 

“But Aunt Em,” Dorothy protested.  “That can’t be.  Oz is a fairy land; no one here ever grows up or gets any older.  That just doesn’t happen here.”

 

“Fairy land or not, I’d say it has happened.  Why, I can show you.” 

 

Aunt Em opened the locket she wore around her neck.  There was a picture inside of the three of them--Dorothy, Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.

 

“This was taken right when we first came to Oz,” Aunt Em said.  “Henry and I don’t look a day older, but look at yourself here, then take a look in the mirror.” 

 

Dorothy wasn’t the sort of girl who spent a great deal of time gazing at herself in the mirror.  Usually she paid them little mind, but now she scrutinized herself at length, comparing the photo in Aunt Em’s locket to her reflection.  There was no denying it; she had grown.  The photo was of a little girl but in the mirror was a young woman.

 

“I’d better ask Ozma about this,” Dorothy said resolutely.  “She’ll know what’s going on.  Maybe I’m under some kind of a spell?”

 

“Oh, I do hope it’s nothing like that,” Aunt Em said in alarm.  “You’d best talk to her right away.”

 

Dorothy ran to the throne room only to find it empty except for the Glass Cat that was napping on the royal throne. 

 

“You naughty thing,” Dorothy cried.  “You ought not to be sleeping there.”

 

“Why not?” asked the Glass Cat with a yawn.  “No one else is using it.  The royal court’s been adjourned for the day.  If you’re looking for Princess Ozma, she’s in her chambers, or did you come by to admire me?”

 

“I couldn’t very well come by to admire you when you’re where you shouldn’t be.”

 

“This throne does set me off very nicely, I think.  Rather like the proper setting for a lovely jewel.” 

 

“Oh, you’re full of yourself as always,” Dorothy laughed.  “I’m going to find Ozma, and you’d better stay off her throne.  Say, since when do you sleep?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know.  I took it up a while ago; I wanted to see what dreaming was like.  If that inferior Purple Kitten can do it, I figured I ought to be able to do it much better with my fine brains.  Now I have first rate dreams.  Want to hear one?”

 

“Maybe a little later,” Dorothy said hastily.  “I’ve got to find Ozma now.”  

 

“Your loss,” the Glass Cat said with a shrug, making himself comfortable on the throne as Dorothy rushed off. 

 

Her chat with the Glass Cat had only added to Dorothy’s confusion.  Was that how things worked in Oz?  Could a creature that had never needed sleep suddenly decide to take up dreaming as a pastime?  Is that why I’ve grown?  Dorothy wondered.  She’d lived in Oz for many years, but there was so much she didn’t know or understand about how things worked.  Puzzled, she ran all the way to Ozma’s chambers and burst in quite out of breath. 

 

In most palaces, this would have been considered a terrible breach of etiquette, but Ozma wasn’t the sort of ruler who liked to be treated like a sacred relic though her subjects would have been only too happy to do so.  Ozma’s palace was like a bustling neighborhood where anyone was welcome to drop in unannounced.

 

“Oh, Ozma,” Dorothy blurted out, “I’ve got so many questions.  Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are back and Aunt Em says I’m growing up and the Glass Cat has dreams when he never even used to sleep.”  Then Dorothy looked at Ozma, really looked at her.  She was lovely as ever in her diaphanous gown of palest green, her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, but she too was different.  Through the sheer gown, Dorothy could glimpse the enticing curves of her body, the swell of her white bosom.   “Why, now that I’m looking at you, I can see that you’ve been growing too!” Dorothy cried in both surprise and delight.  “You’ve gotten as big as I have though you used to be just as small.  Do tell me what’s happening, Ozma.  Is it some sort of magic?”

 

“An ordinary sort of magic,” Ozma said with a smile. 

 

 

“But I always thought that in Oz no one ever had to grow up or grow old or die.” 

 

“No one has to do any of those things,” Ozma told her gently.  “But if a person wants something and truly wishes for it, their wish will be granted.  Most babies choose to grow because they want to be able to do things on their own, to play and explore.  Many children have something they want to do--to live on their own, to get married and have children, to work at some job--so they grow up.  Sometimes they get tired and then they grow old to rest and there are even a few people who choose to die.”

 

“But why would anyone want to die?” Dorothy asked. 

 

“They want to make the next step; they want to know what happens next.”

 


            “It’s all a matter of wanting then?” Dorothy asked, puzzling over Ozma’s words.  “I can see the Glass Cat wanting to dream just to prove he can do whatever other cats can and better, but why would you and I want to grow up?  I’m perfectly content with things as they are.  I don’t want to get married or have children.  I don’t want to do anything but live here in Oz with you and all our friends and have adventures.” 

 

Ozma rested her dainty white hand on her friend’s.

 

“There are adventures that are suitable for young women, but not for little girls,” she said with a knowing smile.  Dorothy blushed quite red. 

 

“I guess there are,” she admitted.  “I mean, Jellia Jamb’s told me about some of the stuff she’s done with boys, and I guess I have thought about how it might be nice to, well, try some of those things, with the right person” 

 

“With the right person,” Ozma agreed. 

 

“I guess you’ve been thinking about it, too,” Dorothy giggled.  “Or else you wouldn’t have gotten older yourself.”

 

“I have,” Ozma said.

 

“Sort of peculiar, that we should both be thinking about that kind of adventure, at the same time.”

 

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Ozma said, entwining her fingers with Dorothy’s.  “It makes perfect sense to me.”

 

The girl ruler of Oz, who was now as much a woman as a girl, leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the lips of her dearest friend.  Dorothy welcomes the soft, sweet kiss.  They had kissed before, but this was different.  She parted her lips, and Ozma’s velvety tongue twirled deliciously in her mouth, forming a heavenly new word. 

 

“Oh, Ozma,” Dorothy admitted, “it was you I grew up for, to be with you, to be closer to you, even closer than we’ve been.”

 

“And I grew up for you, Dorothy Gale,” Ozma whispered, taking another kiss.  Through the gossamer fabric of Ozma’s gown, Dorothy caressed the other girl’s tender, white breasts.  Ozma gasped in pleasure and held Dorothy tight, stroking her golden hair. 

 

Gently, Dorothy moved to the bed and with reverent care laid Ozma on the emerald green sheet.  Ozma stretched out her arms in welcome, drawing Dorothy down on top of her.  And so they passed the afternoon, embracing and exploring, knowing they would have all the time they needed for their new adventure. 

 

 

Comments

( 25 comments — Leave a comment )
roxx
May. 26th, 2007 03:37 pm (UTC)
*is random person from raregirlslash*

Awww, this is such a cute pairing! I can't believe this is the first fic I'm reading about them.
bitterfic
May. 26th, 2007 11:13 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. I've honestly thought of Dorothy and Ozma as a romantic couple since I read the Oz series as a kid.
tekalynn
May. 27th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
With all the canon snuggling they do? Absolutely.
sarasusa
May. 26th, 2007 03:46 pm (UTC)
It's been forever since I read the Oz books, but I love how you conjure up the exact atmosphere--Dorothy's interaction with the Glass Cat, Ozma's "dainty white hand" (so Belle Epoque)!

But seriously, if there's a canonical *sex change* in the series, how non-sexual can anyone really consider the characters to be?
bitterfic
May. 27th, 2007 12:37 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I've always been interested in the sex change aspect of Ozma's history. I didn't really address it at all in this story but I'm hoping to include some exploration of her mtf transformation in the next Dorothy/Ozma piece I write.
tekalynn
May. 26th, 2007 08:43 pm (UTC)
So sweet! And it makes sense...who would want to be stuck with or as a baby or toddler for all eternity?

It's hard to know exactly what age everyone's supposed to be, anyway. Sometimes they seem school age, sometimes more preteen or early teens. Especially Ozma.

(BTW, I believe the Glass Cat is female in Baum's books.)
bitterfic
May. 27th, 2007 12:44 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting, I'm please to know you liked the story. It is hard to tell what ago Dorothy and Ozma are. In the John Neill illustrations they start out looking very young but get progressively more mature as the books progress. I have a couple of books on Oz and one of them actually has a few pages showing how they changed over the course of the series.
ozma914
May. 27th, 2007 08:51 pm (UTC)
I have that same book. I believe it was more in following with the styles of the time than age changes, but just the same Ozma, especially, seemed to look older with time.
tekalynn
May. 26th, 2007 09:01 pm (UTC)
Come to think of it, there was an early stage production of one of the Oz books where Dorothy was played by a young woman in her twenties and had a pet cow rather than a pet dog.

I also read that one of the reasons Tip has a sex change was because it worked better on stage to have him played by a young woman rather than a boy (probably a lot more reliable to have an adult actress!). Also, audiences liked the cheesecake factor in having a woman wearing pants.
bitterfic
May. 27th, 2007 12:47 am (UTC)
I have read that Baum wrote "The Land of Oz", the volume that includes Ozma's sex change, with plans of adapting it for the stage at a time when girls playing boys then being unveiled as female in the final act was popular.
ozma914
May. 27th, 2007 08:53 pm (UTC)
Great story! It's very much an adolescent coming of age kind of tale, with just the right touch (literally, there toward the end).

Much as I love Ozma and Dorothy, the Glass Cat came very close to stealing the show!
bitterfic
May. 27th, 2007 10:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, I'm really glad you liked it. The Glass Cat was always a favorite of mine. Anyone who brags about how pretty their brains are wins a place in my heart.
ozma914
May. 29th, 2007 07:44 am (UTC)
Well, they are pretty. And you can see 'em work!
friendhamster
May. 28th, 2007 05:35 am (UTC)
This is one of my all-time favourite pairings, and I wish that I could just pay you to write fic like this for me daily.

This made me shivery and everyone felt very in-character. Love it!
bitterfic
May. 28th, 2007 01:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, I'm glad you like it. I've wanted to write this pairing for ages and I'm glad I finally got up the nerve to do it. Currently I'm working on another Dorothy/Ozma story for springkink.
sailorptah
Jun. 1st, 2007 09:35 am (UTC)
Sweet. Love how the Glass Cat was rendered, and I'm always delighted to see this pairing ^__^
bitterfic
Jun. 1st, 2007 02:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I'm glad you liked it.
vesme
Jun. 4th, 2007 06:35 pm (UTC)
I drifted over from rarelit slash. You posted this and I bookmarked it, but hadn't gotten to reading it.

I really like it. I like that you spent time explaineing why they would want to grow up. And using the glass cat wanting to dream was a good way of illustrating that.
bitterfic
Jun. 4th, 2007 06:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading my story and for your favorable comments, I'm really pleased to know you liked it.
baka_gaijin30
Oct. 20th, 2007 03:43 am (UTC)
I loved this story, so sweet and tender ^^
bitterfic
Oct. 20th, 2007 12:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading and commenting, I'm really pleased to know you liked it.
dariclone
Mar. 2nd, 2009 03:15 am (UTC)
Absolutly lovely. This had a great storybok quality to it.
bitterfic
Mar. 5th, 2009 10:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, I'm really pleased to know you liked it.
petronelle
Nov. 9th, 2010 03:56 pm (UTC)
This fits Dorothy and Ozma beautifully. It makes me beam with that happy, romantic feeling. And, yes, this makes a lot of sense with every bit of the Oz canon.
bitterfic
Nov. 13th, 2010 05:38 pm (UTC)
Again, thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
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