Gender Ritual: Fantasy

[penthius]

The steps of the ritual were the same from generation to generation. Little changed, and so all knew their part. The father, the grandfather, the son; the mother, the grandmother, the daughter. It had all continued unchanged and in perfect harmony until the day that she was born. It was a shock unprecedented in the history of the family. To have a child born neither son nor daughter would ruin the ritual. Should he sweep the ritual floor clean, or slaughter the fowl? She simply shrugged her shoulders when his parents asked her when he was about fifteen, the age of the ritual, whether she felt more girl or boy. He felt neither, and both, and varied what she answered to according to whim, time of day, and--

Inspiration: Time ticked over, and for some reason, I tend to randomly start writing about "steps of the dance," but I wanted to avoid that, and it became ritual.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Though I kinda like the idea of indeterminate gender being the reason that family traditional ritual/magic becomes messed with.