“OH, HELL NO!!” I screamed louder than I’ve ever shouted before in my life.
“You don’t like the changes?” Laughing gaily, Casper the elf maiden was smirking wildly. “I thought you’d like them.”
“Boobs! Dammit,” I screamed, “you gave me boobs!”
“I enhanced your manhood as well.” Casper wasn’t even trying to hide her amusement.
“You can leave that, I don’t give a damn, but get rid of the damn breasts! I like them on a woman – not on my own damn chest!”
“Fine,” Casper relented. “Just let me know if you ever want them back.”
“Never. I can promise you now, I’ll never want them back.”
“But what if you want to feed a child, in the future?”
“Cow’s milk. Pig’s milk. Goat’s milk. Even damn blink bunny milk! I don’t need to make any milk personally, to feed a baby.”
“But my daughter’s milk is healthier,” Casper laughed. “After all, it has been blessed by a Goddess. You do want the healthiest and strongest children, don’t you?”
“I want healthy and strong children,” I assured her. “I just can’t handle the idea of being a hairy-chested man with big womanly knockers!”
“It’s simple enough to get rid of the hair, if that’s the problem,” Casper offered, obviously amused over my discomfort.
“It’s not just the hair,” I sighed, not certain how to explain my reluctance in a way a God might understand. “Men shouldn’t make milk,” I told Casper, vehemently. “That’s something women do!”
“Then I’ll simply make you a woman,” Casper offered.
“But then I can’t make children with my women, and all their hard work with the Ritual of Seed and Soil will go to waste,” I reasoned towards Casper. Already, I could tell that she’d set action to word, as I’d felt that odd shifting that occurs each time she alters my body. I simply refuse to open my eyes and acknowledge it.
“Oh! That’s true…” Casper sounded disappointed, in my head, before suddenly perking up with, “Then I’ll just grant you a boon so you can change between forms. You can make children with your women, and still feed them the sacred Milk of Life. Surely there’s nothing to object about there?”
“I…. I guess not.” Sighing, I somehow felt like I’d been cornered completely. As long as I can control the changes, it shouldn’t be bad. I just don’t think I’ll ever be a woman! If I am, then I’m going to be a lesbian!!
“Then just think of yourself as a man again,” Casper whispered in my mind, while softly rubbing across the overly-sensitive, fully ripe mounds that were currently my womanly breasts. That damn goddess is enjoying this!
Keeping my eyes clenched tightly, I repeated in my mind, “I’m a man. I’m a man. I’m a man,” over and over. After a few moments, I could feel that strange shifting as my body returned to normal. Half afraid of what I might find, I eased one eye-lid open and glanced down at myself.
Thank God I’m all me again!
“You’re welcome.” Laughing happily, Casper was reading my surface thoughts again.
“So what’s next?” Utterly exhausted by both the physical trial just getting here, and now the mental trial of meeting and dealing with a true goddess, all I wanted at the moment was a chance to rest peacefully like the girls.
“Rest, if you desire it, my child.” Pulling me up gently into her naked elven embrace, Casper gently stroked my hair. “I have lived many long ages of man. The time one of you rests is but a blink of an eye. I will wait patient to continue.”
Feeling utterly safe, like a babe being soothed by its mother’s touch, I quickly drifted off to a blissfully deep sleep.
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Awaking, I was surprised not so much that I was still relaxing in a woman’s naked embrace; instead, I was surprised to find that it was Laulaia who was cradling me so tenderly in her arms.
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“Rest well?” She asked, softly stroking my hair, much like Casper had been doing when I fell asleep.
“Laulaia?” Part of my mind wondered if perhaps Casper had simply taken Laulaia’s form. After all, I had watched her shift shape – and change my shape – several times already.
“Yes?” Eyes twinkling, Laulaia leaned down and gently kissed me on the lips. There’s no doubt – she’s her.
“How did I end up here? What happened to Casper?” Looking all about, I couldn’t see the little elf maiden anywhere. Alaina and Shadow were both curled up together, resting lazily across one of the long benches lining the walls, and Laulaia and myself were both floating and resting in the waters, at the edge of the pool.
“I took her place,” Laulaia whispered softly, so as to not disturb the others. “Don’t worry,” she assured me, beaming brightly, “we’ve settled all the business for you, before she left.”
“Settled? Business?” Exactly what the heck was left to decide and do, when I went to sleep?
“Casper told us what you agreed to,” Laulaia was grinning from ear to ear. “I personally think it’s amazing! To think that my lord-husband would become a true chosen of the gods! It’s such an honor!” Her eyes were twinkling wildly, and a smile was plastered across her face which couldn’t have been any bigger, if she was chosen herself. “I’m just delighted we get to be a part of something so special – bringing the Truth of Life to the world – and to help you with your tasks as a chosen one.”
“Who would’ve ever believed you were speaking to a Goddess, and not a Mindweaver,” Laulaia gushed!
I’ve known the girls were both really religious for some time now – heck, I’ve even twisted their faith for my own benefit, teaching them how to kiss and perform orally – but I’d never really noticed how fanatical Laulaia was, until this moment. From the way she was acting, being chosen by a god didn’t seem to be much different than being a god one’s self. The sparkle in her eyes, the energetic bounce of her body, the wildly expressive smile across her face, the tone of her voice, and her gentle caress – all these seemed a little too focused; a little too sharp; to my way of thinking. Laulaia had the same obsessive eyes as a terrorist with a bomb strapped to their chest, completely happy to martyr themselves for their religion.
In her own way, the current Laulaia scared me enough to make me shiver.
“Umm… Exactly what business did you settle, anyway?” Somehow, I had a strong desire to change the subject and get her out of “praise-Steffan mode”. I sure as hell hadn’t didn’t anything praiseworthy enough to be worshiped like it seemed she currently did!
“Oh, nothing important,” Laulaia said, waving her hands trivially. “The Lady of Life told us that you’d agreed to serve her, share rituals from your homeland with her, and that you were going to help bring the Truth of Life to those who claim to follow her now, but do so incorrectly. In return, she told us that you would get to carry her blessing, authority, and essence, and she told us about her offer to help alter your spirit and body to better fulfill your duties. The Lady of Life said since Alaina and I were the two who were going to enjoy your body the most, and two who would bear children for you, so we should be the ones to help choose your new body for you.”
Wait… Choose my new body? Blinking stupidly, I slowly looked down away from her breasts and face, and inspected myself.
“What the hell?! Is that an elephant trunk?” The very first thing my gaze fell upon was my poor manhood. I’d never really been ashamed of myself in the past, as a man, but all at once I felt like my little worm had grown into a fully grown python!
And smooth??
Not a single damn hair on my python! Hell, now that I look, there’s not a single damn hair anywhere I can see! Reaching up, feeling my face, it was just as smooth and soft as a baby’s bottom. Nearing a panic, it was a relief to find at least my eyebrows were still in place, as well as a full head of hair now. I’d never been very concerned about my receding hairline, but it was now gone – replaced by a very thick mane of hair which covered the top of my head completely.
Splashing water, I pulled myself up out of Laulaia’s arms, and stared down at my naked body. Longer arms. Longer legs. Wider torso. Hell, I’d always been a large man, standing about 6’3” and weighing about 200 pounds, but all at once I’d had a hell of a growth spurt! I had no way to measure my height and weight accurately, but I’d guess I was close to seven feet tall and well over 250 pounds now!
“What… What the hell do all did women me to?” I was so flabbergasted; I couldn’t even talk damn straight!
“Do you like it?” Eyes sparkling, Laulaia gazed up at me as if I was an angel descended from the heavens before her. “We discussed what would suit you best, and this is what we came up with.”
“This? Why this?” Moving my hands up and down, I motioned across my whole body.
“Alaina said a longer step and longer arms would help you, if you ever were in battle,” Laulaia explained, obviously proud of their reasoning. “Reach and movement is important in fighting. A wider torso supports more muscle mass, so you won’t be overpowered easily.”
“And what the hell happened to my hair? I look like someone boiled me in hot water, like an egg!” It might be trivial, but I couldn’t understand it at all.
“All lords and ladies have their hair removed,” Laulaia shrugged. “Neither Alaina, nor I, have any from the neck down. You told us your homeland didn’t have the medicine, but we didn’t want you to look unbecoming once we reach civilization later.”
Unbecoming? Why the hell would my pecker be unbecoming, if it had hair on it? And what if this damn world doesn’t have the same stupid customs of their old world? For that much, who cares if it does?! It’s now my job to change the customs of this stupid world, and to teach the people a different way!! Smooth, my ass!
“And why this?” Reaching down, even with a hand as massive as mine, I couldn’t hold all my manliness in a single fist – and it was currently completely limp!
“That was the Lady of Life’s doing,” Laulaia smirked, obviously amused by my reaction. “She said since you were her chosen now; you should be at least twice the man as all others.”
“Son of a…” Sighing deeply, I flopped down into the water and simply sulked. What the hell have I gotten myself in to?!