[Morpheus]

Blessings of the Goddess

By Morpheus

Larry jangled the set of keys in his hand, carefully examining the
old door in front of him, particularly the rusty padlock.  Obviously not
many people had been through there in awhile, which made Larry groan
at the thought of his task.  "This isn't gonna be easy" he muttered to
himself, reaching for the lock.

Sighing, Larry clicked on the light inside the door and started
descending the staircase into the basement, briefly wondering if he
should have taken the lift down instead. At least that would have been
more interesting.  However, on second thought, Larry wondered just how
safe the lift actually was. Though he thought he remembered hearing
about it being overhauled a couple years earlier, Larry wasn't sure that he
wanted to risk it anyway.

As he carefully went down the stairs, Larry wondered what he'd
done to deserve this. He was 20 years old, stood at 5 foot 10 and had a
mop of sandy blonde hair. And though he knew that he wasn't any kind
of a hunk, he didn't really have too many problems with girls either.  The
problem he did have was that he was majoring in archaeology and had
decided to become Dr. Simmons assistant to get a little more experience,
and more importantly, a little extra credit.  But, Dr. Simmons, the
archaeology professor wasn't exactly an easy guy to work for, and Larry
wondered once again why he didn't just quit and choose some other
major.  He'd fallen in love with archaeology when he was a kid,
watching Indiana Jones and thinking that doing that kind of stuff for a
living would be so cool. Unfortunately, Larry had found out that it was
no where near as glamorous or exciting as the movies depicted. Instead,
it was slow, tedious, and sometimes exhausting work.  His current task
just proved that to him even more.

"I ought to sue Harrison Ford for false advertisement" Larry
grumbled as he thought about his task.  The college had a rather
extensive collection of archaeological artifacts stored in the basement,
some of which had even been added to by Dr. Simmons when he was
younger. Occasionally some of the artifacts were lent to various
museums, or brought up for Dr. Simmons to use in his class, but for the
most part they just sat there collecting dust.  However, about once every
year or so, Dr. Simmons would suddenly remember the collection, and
send whoever was his current assistant down to clean the stuff up. And
unfortunately for Larry, that was him.

Though Larry had originally suspected that his job wasn't going
to be much fun, as soon as he saw the shelves piled with artifacts, he
became convinced of it. Taking a deep breath, Larry decided that he
might as well get it over with and started to clean. After several hours,
Larry had  cleaned most of the artifacts in the front part of the basement,
and as he moved further back, he saw that the dust became even thicker. 
It was obvious that the last few people to clean hadn't gone back that far,
settling instead for just the ones that were close to the door and clearly
visible.  Disgusted, Larry briefly considered quitting just as the last few
cleaners obviously had, but he'd said he would do the job and he didn't
want to go back on his word. He'd said that he'd do the job, and he
would.

Larry wiped a finger through the dust on one shelf, deciding that
at least he could take a break.  And maybe look around a little, he
thought curiously, glancing towards the back.  Larry debated with
himself only for a moment before he started walking farther back. 
Though most of the stuff was just pottery and boring junk, Larry had to
admit that there was some neat stuff mixed in with it.  But nothing too
interesting, which was obviously why it was all forgotten about in the
basement.

Having slowly made his way to the back corner, Larry was
beginning to get bored and considered turning around and finishing up
the cleaning. Or at least a quick partial dusting since he was beginning to
realize just how much work it was going to take to get everything.  But
then something caught Larry's attention, making him walk towards it.  In
the back corner was a 10 foot tall statue of some woman, carved in great
detail.  She looked so realistic, and very muscular.  "Wow" Larry
muttered, noticing that around the statue, a number of other artifacts had
been arranged like in an exhibit.  He'd seen several other mini exhibits in
the basement, but this one was a little different. It was arranged with a
little more care, having several other smaller statues of women near it, as
well as several ancient vases.  And there was also a stone block in front,
which Larry realized was some sort of altar.

"Cool" he said, "Some sort of temple"  Chuckling to himself,
Larry then noticed a plaque in front of the exhibit. Curious, he read
through it, somewhat surprised when he saw Dr. Simmons name on it.  It
said that those artifacts had been found 30 years earlier, by Dr. Simmons,
in Greece.  Supposedly the statue was meant to represent some minor
goddess or something.  "So that's why it's set up like this" Larry mused,
realizing that Dr. Simmons had once taken great pride in this discovery.

Shrugging, Larry was about to continue walking, but after taking
another glance at the extremely well carved statue, he decided that he
might as well clean it up. With the amount of dust covering everything,
Larry wouldn't have been surprised to find out that it hadn't been cleaned
since it was first put there. Besides, he thought with a grin, Dr. Simmons
would probably appreciate it, which would be good for his grade. 
Having made up his mind, Larry hurried back for his cleaning supplies
then went to work, cleaning not only the statue, but everything else in the
exhibit.  Once he was done, Larry nodded in satisfaction.

Larry glanced at his watch, startled to realize how much time he'd
already spent down there.  "Shit" he growled, noticing for the first time
just how hungry was. "I'll come back tomorrow" he decided, starting to
run towards the exit, his mind filled with thoughts of greasy hamburgers. 
In his hurry to leave the basement, Larry wasn't paying enough attention
to where he was going, and immediately ran into the corner of one of the
shelves. The impact knocked several of the artifacts off the shelf, and
Larry tried to protect himself as they fell on top of him.

A sudden sharp pain filled Larry's leg, and he looked down in
shock to see that a spear that had fallen had gashed his upper thigh,
tearing straight through his jeans, and his flesh.  "Shit" he growled,
wincing as he noticed not only the blood spurting out from the gash, but
it's location as well.  Just an inch or two more, and……Larry shuddered at
the very thought.  "Fuck" he muttered again, trying to staunch the flow of
blood with his hand, to no avail.  "I've got to get this bandaged" 
Looking around, Larry realized that the only thing he had for a makeshift
bandage was his shirt.  Getting back to his feet, Larry gasped and looked
around for a place he could sit and put his makeshift bandage on,
noticing the stone slab in front of the statue he'd just cleaned.  "Perfect"
he decided, and started limping as he moved towards the alter.

When Larry got to the altar, he noticed that the side facing the
statue had an indentation in it, almost as if it were made to be used as a
chair.  "Perfect" Larry muttered again, glad to sit back down and get off
his injured leg.  As soon as he was sitting back, Larry sighed in relief as
the pain eased slightly, but it still hadn't gone away, nor had the
bleeding stopped.  The blood was dripping onto the altar where he sat,
making Larry hope that it would clean up.  "What a waste" he said in
disgust as he tore the sleeve off of his shirt, "And my favorite shirt too" 
Gritting his teeth, Larry began to wrap the sleeve around his thigh.

Just then, Larry froze as he noticed a strange glow emanating
from the statue in front of him.  Suddenly the statue of the woman
moved, making Larry gasp as she shifted positions and stretched her
arms. "Though hast awoken me with thy offering of thy first maidens
blood"  Then the statue looked at Larry and her mouth dropped open in
shock.  "A MAN?" she said the word with disgust.  "What are you
doing?" she demanded of Larry, obviously confused.  "No man has ever
worshipped me before.  Where are my maidens and my priestesses?"  she
looked around expectantly.

"I'm the only one here" Larry nervously told the statue.

"But I'm a Goddess" she said, almost petulantly, "I'm supposed to
be worshipped by more than one person. And a male one at that."

"Well, sorry" Larry replied, somewhat sarcastically.

The Goddess sighed, and looked down at Larry, then she
examined her surroundings. "Filthy" she muttered in disgust, then
noticed that she herself was free from dust, as were the other artifacts in
the temple exhibit.  "Well" she sighed, "It has been a very long time, and
I guess a male worshipper is better than no worshipper"

Larry just stared at her in confusion, wondering if he was
imagining things.  "Maybe I  just lost too much blood" he muttered to
himself skeptically, looking back at the beautiful, but intimidating
goddess towering over him.

Without seeming to have noticed Larry's comment, she continued
"And you did clean me up and give me the proper offering…..or at least
as close as a MAN could" the word man was once again filled with
disgust.  Sighing, she carefully examined Larry, making him want to
cringe under her gaze.  "Very well" she said, "Since though hast given
me an offering of thy blood," then in almost under her breath she
muttered "even if it wasn't the right blood" before continuing, "I shall
give you the same blessing that I have always given to the maidens
offering their first blood upon that altar."  Then Larry really began to get
nervous as the Goddesses eyes started glowing even brighter and a
somewhat wicked smile formed upon her face.  "But first, to correct a
small problem"

Suddenly, Larry was thrown back as a brilliant beam of light shot
from the Goddesses eyes and hit him.  He screamed as every cell in his
body seemed to be filled with an intense agony, which quickly washed 
away as he filled with an intense pleasure. The nearly orgasmic pleasure
filled Larry's body and he was barely aware of the strange sensations of
his body shifting.  The feeling of his bones moving and his flesh
crawling. In moments it seemed to be over.  "My God" Larry muttered,
gasping for breath.

"Goddess" she corrected.

Larry looked up and gulped, seeing that she was still there.
Realizing that he still felt strange, Larry looked down and gasped,
noticing two bumps pushing out from his chest. "Oh shit" he muttered,
grasping his new breasts tightly in his hands, then grabbing for his now
empty crotch. "What did you do to me?" he practically cried out to the
Goddess, who was watching this with amusement.  But before he
received any answer, Larry felt  a tingling running through his body
again, though not the same as before.  Gasping, he could feel his bones
and flesh shifting again, his muscles expanding and himself growing
larger.  Larry guessed that he was turning back into a man, wondering
why that statue had done this in the first place. But as soon as the
changes stopped, Larry looked over his body and gulped.

Instead of having turned back into a man, Larry was definitely
still a woman.  But he was a bigger woman, a taller woman.  His clothes
were ragged shreds hanging off of him, and he looked like some kind of
female body builder.  "I'm huge" he gasped, realizing that he was
even taller than before, and a lot more muscular.

"Thou hast received my blessing" the Goddess announced
proudly. "It has been long since my Amazon's worshipped me.  Since I
gave the young maidens who offer their blood the gift of strength."  the
Goddess looked down at her handiwork proudly before stating "Now I
have given you that blessing as well as the greater gift of womanhood"

"But why?" Larry asked, shocked and confused. This couldn't be
happening to him. It couldn't.  Strange Goddess's just didn't pop up in
basements and turn guys into amazons.  It just didn't happen. Especially
not to him. But when Larry looked down at his near naked body, he
couldn't help but see that it had.  He was huge. Muscles bulged out all
over his body, and he guessed that he was about 6 foot 6 or so.  Maybe
even taller.  Not quite as much taller as he had first guessed himself to
be, but definitely bigger than he used to be.

The Goddess looked down and seemed annoyed to be questioned.
"I have given you my blessing.  Be thankful mortal, and continue to
worship me" then with that, the Goddess seemed to fade away, leaving
behind the statue, now in a different position than it had started in.

"Oh no" Larry muttered, staring at the statue in shock for several
minutes. Once he realized that the Goddess wasn't about to come back,
he got hold of himself and started to look over his body.  Even the gash
in his thigh was gone, not even leaving the faintest of scars.  "Shit" Larry
muttered, holding his huge breasts in his hands. They were bigger than
any girls that he'd ever seen, but they seemed so firm.

Shocked, Larry suddenly realized that he felt good. Very good.
He felt so strong and powerful.  On impulse, he flexed his arm, seeing a
huge bicep bulge out as he did so.  A lot bigger than his had ever been
before.  "Oh my God" he muttered, then with a quick nervous glance
towards the statue, he corrected himself "Goddess"  Larry didn't want
her to come back and do something else to him.  Something even nastier.

Larry took one final glance at the statue that had moments before
been talking to him, then he started towards the exit of the basement. 
Somehow, he knew that trying to get the Goddess to change him back to
normal would be useless.  Instead, Larry decided that he needed to have
a little talk with Dr. Simmons.

After Larry had left the basement, he became extremely self-
conscious.  He realized that he was more than half naked, most of his
clothes having been shredded during his transformation.  Even his shoes
were completely gone, leaving him barefoot. And when he looked down
at his incredible breasts, he realized that they'd torn his shirt right off. 
They were hanging out in the open, for anyone to see.  But not having
much other choice, Larry started towards his dorm room, hoping to at
least find something to cover himself before he went and saw Dr.
Simmons.

The walk across campus was humiliating for Larry.  Everyone
was staring at him, and he couldn't blame them.  If he'd seen a woman as
tall and well muscled as he was, walking around topless and near naked,
he'd damn well stare too.  But it didn't help him feel any less self
conscious as he made his way towards his dorm room, trying as hard as
he could not to be seen.

"Holy shit" a brunette girl  suddenly cried out, making Larry feel
even worse. Before he'd realized it, the girl had hurried up to him, her
mouth slightly dropped open.  In a concerned voice she asked, "What
happened to you?"

Larry blushed as he looked down at her caring face, not sure
exactly what to say.  He sure couldn't tell her that he was really a guy. 
Instead, Larry mumbled something about having been at a party, and the
girl nodded.  "Here" the girl said, taking off her coat and handing it to
Larry, "You can borrow this to cover up"

"Thanks" Larry mumbled, quickly covering his breasts as well as
he could with the coat, and thankful that it had been rather baggy on the
girl. On him, he could barely even pull it closed around his chest, and it
was extremely uncomfortable.

"My names Brittany" she offered, forcing a smile.

"Larry" he muttered without thinking.

"Laurie?"  Brittany mused, "I figured you for more of a Bertha"
she chuckled at that.  "I guess you get a lot of jokes about your height" 
Larry nodded faintly, though this had been his first.  They continued
walking together towards Larry's dorm room, neither saying a word.  He
kept glancing at Brittany, thinking that she was definitely cute, but
wondering why she was still with him.  Then he realized that she
probably just wanted to make sure that she got her coat back.

Once they arrived at the dorm building, Larry was suddenly glad
that he lived in a co-ed dorm.  If he hadn't, it might have been a little
more difficult to explain to Brittany.  "Can you wait here?" he asked her,
not wanting her to see his room and realize that he wasn't who he seemed
to be, "I'll bring your coat right back"

"All right" Brittany agreed, seeming somewhat disappointed that
she hadn't been invited up. Larry sighed in relief that she hadn't pushed
it, and hurried inside and to his room, praying that his room mate wasn't
there.  Fortunately, the room was empty when Larry went in.

The first thing that Larry did was get Brittany's coat off of him.
"God that feels better" he sighed in relief, tossing the coat onto the chair
and taking a look around. Everything in the dorm room seemed so much
smaller to him,  making Larry feel almost like he was in a child's room.
After taking in the room with his eyes, Larry hurried to the mirror to get
a look at himself. "Holy shit" Larry exclaimed, amazed at the reflection. 
That wasn't him. It couldn't be.  The girl in the mirror had long blond
hair, big boobs and a lot of muscles. Her face was rather attractive,
showing signs of his own face in there, though resembling his mother
even more.

After just standing there, staring at himself for several minutes,
Larry became aware that the remains of his pants were pinching him,
very uncomfortably.  "Glad I wore those loose pants" he muttered,
realizing just how badly he would have been pinched if he'd been
wearing his jeans.  A moment later, he'd stripped the pants and shreds of
his shirt off, tossing them aside with disgust before starting to examine
his now smooth crotch.  He slipped a hand between his legs, shivering at
the absence.  It felt so empty there to him.  Larry gently examined his
new pubic mound, and his new vagina for a moment before pulling his
attention away from it.

For the next several minutes, Larry examined the rest of his body,
in disbelief and amazement, carefully running his hands over his skin
and new muscle.  With a slight smile, Larry couldn't resist looking at
himself in the mirror and flexing his new muscles, amazed at the bulge in
his bicep.  And at the rest of the muscles covering his body.  "And then
there's these" Larry muttered as he grabbed hold of both of his breasts,
wincing at the strange sensation. At the unfamiliar weight on his chest. 
He looked at his now huge nipples, and couldn't resist pinching them,
surprising himself with how sensitive they were.

"Oh God" he moaned slightly, startled to realize that he was
beginning to get turned on. His nipples were hard and pushing out, and
his crotch was feeling rather warm and pleasant, not to mention wet. 
"Shit" Larry muttered, suddenly punching the  mirror in anger and
feeling it shatter under the impact.  "I can't believe that I'm getting turned
on by this"  Then Larry suddenly remembered that Brittany was still
waiting for him outside, and felt guilty over leaving her hanging.

Larry took one look at the rags that he'd tossed to the floor and
knew that there was no way that he could wear his own clothes.  But he
knew that his room mate's clothes were a different story.  His roommate,
Patrick Morris was 6 foot 3, and fairly well muscled.  Feeling impatient,
Larry started digging through Patrick's drawers, pleased when  he pulled
out a jogging suit that had always been a little loose on Patrick.  "Should
fit me" he told himself hopefully.  "I guess I'll have to find out."

The jogging suit fit Larry, being roomy enough that even his
boobs didn't stretch the shirt, though he was sure that if they were much
bigger they would.  "Not too bad" he admitted, after finding some of
Patrick's shoes that fit him.  "I only hope that I don't have to get used to
this"  Then he picked up his wallet and Brittany's coat, muttering "I
guess I'd better get going"

"Thanks for the loan" Larry told Brittany as he handed her back 
the coat, "I really appreciate it"

"No problem" she said, grinning a little. "You look a little better,
though you do seem to like being under dressed"  Larry glanced down
over the jogging suit he  was wearing and shrugged.  Brittany looked
down at her watch, then announced "I've got to get going.  I was on my
way to meet a friend when I ran into you"

Larry blushed, feeling guilty for taking his time in the room,
though he knew that he had good reason. "Sorry about that" he
apologized.

Brittany laughed, saying that it was no problem.  "Maybe we can
meet again under better circumstances sometime" she joked, then they
each said a quick goodbye and Brittany hurried off.

As she started walking away, Larry kept an eye on her ass,
thinking that she certainly was cute.  Larry shook his head, reminding
himself that he needed to see Dr. Simmons still. "Business before
leasure" he muttered as he started back towards Dr. Simmons office,
hoping that he was there.

When Larry arrived at Dr. Simmons office, he knocked loudly on 
the door, impatiently waiting for Dr. Simmons to answer.  However,
after several minutes,  Larry gave up, realizing that there wasn't going to
be an answer.  Dr. Simmons had been there that morning, though only
briefly. But since it was a Saturday, Larry wasn't surprised that Dr.
Simmons was gone. "Shit" he muttered to himself, wondering if he
should call Dr. Simmons.  But realizing that Dr. Simmons wouldn't
recognize his voice as it was, Larry decided that it wouldn't be a good
idea.  He'd need to see Simmons face to face. That way Larry could
convince him of  who he was.  Or at least try.

"Damn it" Larry growled in frustration, then kicked the door.  To
his surprise, the door gave in, smashing forward and tearing out part of
the frame around the lock.  The frustration and impatience immediately
fled, and all Larry could do was stare at the torn frame, and the footprint
embedded in the door.  Larry could scarcely believe it. He hadn't meant
to hit the door that hard, and was surprised by his unaccustomed
strength.  Larry barely took the time to close the door again, before he
turned and hurried as far away from it as he could. The last thing Larry
wanted was to get caught breaking down doors by some other  faculty
member.  He was in more than enough trouble as it was.

Larry was lost in his thoughts as he walked across campus,
wondering just what he was going to do next.  He considered going to
Dr. Simmons house, knowing that he could probably find the address in
the office, and that the door would still be open.  But he didn't want to
risk getting caught breaking in, and he wasn't even sure that Simmons
would be home.  Besides, Larry knew that if he couldn't find something
else, he could still go back to that option.

After walking around for awhile, Larry became aware of how 
people were looking at him.  It made him uncomfortable to realize that
men were staring at his chest……at his breasts. But then  he reminded
himself that it was nowhere near as bad as it had  been earlier when he
didn't have anything to wear.  Larry couldn't help but start chuckling to
himself, almost finding it funny how strange everything had suddenly
become. Shaking his head,  Larry started towards the park, not sure here
else to go at the moment.

For the next hour, Larry sat on a park bench, watching some
other students playing volleyball, and fighting the temptation to join in. 
He knew that with his newfound height, he could probably be a real
killer at the game.  If of course, he could keep his balance. He'd noticed
that his coordination was a bit off since he'd changed, not being used to
his new body. Larry thought to himself with near amusement, that it was
almost like  being a gawky teenager again.

Once Larry realized that it was getting close to sunset, he stood
up and stretched, faintly amused at the way some of the other students
were looking at him.  Some with awe, some with lust, a couple women
with envy, and a few people with disgust. He just chuckled, then started
on his way back to the dorm room, not caring if Patrick was there or not.
If he was, Larry figured that he 'd deal with that when the time came.

However, before Larry could even leave the park, he suddenly 
found himself surrounded by four boys, each leering at him. "Where you
going, bitch?"  One of them, obviously the leader asked, a sneer on his
face.

"Get out of my way" Larry said quietly, noticing that the tallest of
them was about four inches shorter than he was.

"Ooooh" one of them with a nose ring, mocked Larry, "She says
to get out of her way"

"I don't think so" A rather scruffy looking punk snarled. Then
pulling out a knife, he threatened "Now give us your money fatso" 
Larry stared at the punks,  his mouth dropping open.  They thought he
was fat?  "Hurry up freak"  Larry noticed that two of the others had also
pulled out weapons and were holding them menacingly.

Larry felt a surge of fear as he looked at the boys surrounding
him.  Trying to keep calm, Larry said "Leave me alone"  He silently
added a 'please'.

The boys just grinned more confidently, obviously seeing Larry's
nervousness and knowing that they had the upper hand.  "NOW BITCH"
the leader snarled. Slowly, Larry reached back for his wallet, afraid of
what they would do to him.  The leader suddenly added "But I guess we
can have some fun first……" then he reached a hand out and grabbed hold
of Larry's breast, "right guys?" the leader finished.  Larry gasped in
shock, feeling stunned and angry.  Without thinking about it, he lashed
out with his fist, punching the leader of the punks. the punk flew
backward, blood spurting from his face where Larry had  broken his
nose.

"Fuck" the tallest punk exclaimed, staring at Larry while the
other two looked at their fallen leader, then jumped at Larry with their
knives held out.  Larry was furious, managing to grab the scruffy looking
one and pick him up off the ground.  Larry was surprised himself at just
how easily he'd done it, but didn't give it much thought as he threw the
punk 10 feet away with ease.  "HOLY SHIT!" the nose ringed one said.

The two remaining attackers jumped at Larry together.  A minute
later, Larry had taken care of them and stood over the four injured punks,
not caring that one of them had an obviously broken nose and anothers
arm was bent at an unnatural  angle. All he could think about was how
easy that had been.  How big a thrill.  How exciting. Within minutes,
he'd managed to beat up four punks, throwing them around with ease.
And it  had felt so good. Larry couldn't help but flexing his arm, amazed
at just how strong he was. At how good he felt.

Larry turned away from his defeated opponents, then looked 
around nervously to see if anyone was watching him.  Though there were
several people in view,  they all 'just happened' to be looking away from
him, pretending that they saw nothing.  Larry  blushed, then noticed his
arm was bleeding where one of the punks had gotten lucky with a knife.
Once Larry had convinced himself that it wasn't very bad, barely more
than a scratch, he started hurrying back towards the dorm.

Larry closed the door behind him, relieved to be back home Now
only if he could somehow avoid Patrick until he could get hold of Dr. 
Simmons.  Grinning slightly to himself, Larry to see about the cut on his
arm, still feeling excited from the earlier conflict.  Even the sting of
peroxide on the cut as he bandaged it didn't get rid of his exuberation.

Realizing that he was hungry, Larry went to the kitchenette,
giving a guilty glance at the shattered mirror as he walked past it.  Great"
he grumbled to himself half heartedly, knowing that he really should
clean it up. But of course dinner came first since he hadn't eaten anything
since breakfast.

The amount of food that Larry had eaten by the time he'd
finished, left him somewhat surprised. "And I thought girls weren't
supposed to eat a lot" he mused aloud, feeling rather pleasant at the
moment.  He'd eaten about twice as much as normal before finally
getting full.

After cleaning everything up, Larry decided that he needed to
clean himself up as well. He still had dried blood from his cut.  Or his
second cut that was, he reminded himself,  thinking how bad his luck
must be to have been cut twice in one day.  First, Larry stripped off the
jogging suit, frowning at the blood stain and the cut on the arm. "At least
it's not mine" he reminded himself, tossing it to the floor.

For a minute, Larry looked down at his new body, intensely 
wishing that he hadn't broken the mirror.  He was dying for another good
look at himself. Larry shook his head, then went ahead and started his
shower, making sure to take his time and go  over every inch of his body. 
He still couldn't believe how strange it all was. How he could have
suddenly changed into a woman.  Nearly as strange for him was the
angle the shower head was spraying him from. For the first time, he
actually had to duck just to get entirely wet.  It made him feel like a
stranger in his own home.

Once Larry was finished, he dried himself off and sat down on
his bed, wondering if Patrick would show up.  That prospect made him
very nervous, wondering how he'd ever explain, and at the same time, he
found himself almost wishing that  Patrick would show up. He couldn't
help but chuckling at the image of how his roommate would  react to the
new him.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Larry once again started to examine
his body closely, especially his breasts and between his legs.  His own
body was unfamiliar with him, and every movement he made, every
breath he took, just reminded him of that. The void between his legs was
especially disconcerting.  Though he knew intellectually that he was still
a whole person, just of the wrong sex, he still felt like a body part was
missing.  Just as bad as if he'd lost his arm.  But at the same time it didn't
hurt either.  It just felt different.

During his examination, Larry began to feel aroused. His nipples
had become hard and were pushing out, while at the same time his
vagina was beginning to get moist.  Almost absently, Larry began to rub
at his nipples and at his crotch, feeling the sexual tension increasing. It
felt so good that he kept at it, not wanting to stop.  But before Larry went
too far, the strange and unfamiliar feelings got to him and he stopped,
feeling confused and embarrassed.  As difficult as it was for him, Larry
forced himself to ignore his body's demands for attention.

"Oh God" Larry muttered to himself, uncomfortably, "I've got to
find Dr. Simmons in the morning. I've got to."  Trying to hold back the
tears, Larry turned off  the lights and crawled into his bed, hoping that
when he woke up in the morning, all that would have been nothing but a
dream.

Upon waking up, Larry immediately remembered the events from 
the day before. And he didn't even have to reach between his legs to
know that it hadn't been a dream. The weight on his chest told him that
much.  Groaning to himself, Larry crawled out  of his bed, taking a quick
look over his body and verifying that nothing had changed.  At least not
more than it already had.

Larry saw a shape in Patrick's bed, realizing that his roommate 
had returned home after he'd gone to sleep.  He smiled, relieved that he'd
never had to confront Patrick. That would have been more humiliation
than he could bear.  Taking great care to be quiet and not wake his
sleeping roommate, Larry dressed himself in the jumpsuit again.  He
cursing slightly at the blood stained gash but didn't want to risk waking
Patrick by digging through his dresser for another jogging suit.

After Larry was certain that he was at least presentable for public
view, and that he had his wallet, he quietly left the dorm and started
towards Simmons office.

[g-man]

Awesome, I look forward to part 2 🙂

[X-Greg]

Can't wait for more !!! Bravo Morpheus, I love the transgender part, the way she discover her body little by little.

[Morpheus]

Dr. Simmons wasn't in his office, much to Larry's
disappointment, though not his surprise.  He debated on whether or not
to go in for only a moment, then quickly went inside, looking for
something that would have Simmons address on it.  It didn't take Larry
long to find what he was looking for, and afterward he headed straight
for Simmons house, hoping that he would be home.

Larry knocked insistently at Dr. Simmons door, impatiently 
waiting for it to open. Finally the door creaked open a somewhat frail
looking, white haired, elderly man stuck his head out.  Dr. Simmons
adjusted his glasses and curiously asked "Can I help you miss?" He
didn't even seem to notice how tall Larry was, or at least managed not to
look surprised in the least.

"Um…." Larry began, not sure where to start, "Can I come in?  I
really need to talk to you."

Dr. Simmons looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged as
if  to say 'why not'. Once Larry was inside, he sat down on the couch that
Simmons gestured  at, and they looked at each other for several
moments.  Larry gulped, unsure of what to say. Finally Simmons broke
the silence by saying "Might I ask your name, my dear?"

Larry took a deep breath, then let it back out. "I'm Larry.  Your
assistant"  Simmons looked unfazed, merely curious.  "It really is me"
Larry looked down at himself, feeling very scared. "While I was cleaning
the basement……this" he gestured at his body "…this happened to me"

"Interesting claim" Simmons replied cautiously, looking at Larry
with  interest, obviously wondering what his game was.

Trying to keep from breaking down, Larry told Simmons about
his encounter with the statue turned goddess, then ended up by begging
"Please help me"  Tears were beginning to come down Larry's cheeks
and he added, "You're the only one I could  think of. You were the one
who found that statue"

Simmons looked thoughtful, rubbing a hand over his white beard,
then he said "A very……difficult….story to believe"  Larry gasped in
disappointment, but Simmons held up a hand, "But I never said that I
didn't believe you."  Calmly, Simmons started to ask Larry a series of
questions, some of which were personal, some of which weren't.  Not  all
of them were ones that Larry could answer either.  Finally, Dr. Simmons
brought the  questions to a halt and said "This is truly amazing"  he
shook his head.  "I'd found that exhibit in a dig, about….well, years ago."
Simmons chuckled slightly.  "I was never quite sure who she represented
and suspected at the time that I'd discovered a temple to a previously
unknown goddess.  To tell the truth though, I'd forgotten all about that."

"By God Larry, do you know what this means?" Simmons asked
excitedly, "It means that the exhibit is a more priceless find than I'd ever
dreamed. Unbelievable" he shook his head.

"Can you help me?" Larry asked hopefully, pleased to see that
Simmons had not only believed him, but taken an interest as well.

"Perhaps" Simmons said, "Though I'm not sure exactly how. This
doesn't exactly happen very often my dear…..er…Larry.    I'll have to do
some research."  Simmons looked distracted, already lost in his thoughts. 
Larry nodded.  After a few more minutes, Simmons said that he'd need to
be alone, and Larry reluctantly agreed to leave.  "Come back tonight my
dear….Larry" Simmons called out as Larry left the house.

Larry took his time walking back to the campus, feeling
somewhat relieved to have been able to tell someone about his problem,
and more relieved to have  been believed.  He felt a little surge of hope
as he walked, knowing that if anyone could find a way for him to get
back to normal, it was Dr. Simmons. Even if Dr. Simmons was a little
absent minded at times.

Just after Larry had returned to the campus and was trying to
decide where to go next, he heard a voice calling out "Hey Laurie, wait
up"  Though the voice sounded familiar, he didn't realize that it was
calling him at first, at least not until he saw Brittany running towards
him. "My God girl" Brittany exclaimed with mock shock as she looked
at Larry,  "Don't you ever wear any real clothes?"  Then pointing to the
blood stained cut in the jogging suit, she asked "What happened?"

"Nice to see you too" Larry told her with a grin.  "I just had a
little accident is all. Nothing major" Brittany nodded, then asked about
the clothes again.  Larry tried coming up with some excuse, as quickly as
he could, knowing that he couldn't very well tell Brittany the truth. 
initially, he forced a grin and said "Someone decided to play a little joke
on me, and stole all my clothes"

Brittany gasped, "Who the hell would do a horrible thing like
that?"  Larry shrugged, saying that he didn't know, but on impulse he
hinted that it might have been an ex boyfriend. "Figures" Brittany
replied. "Boys are always doing stupid things like that"  That made Larry
blush  slightly, but he decided to stay quiet.

For the next twenty minutes, they continued to talk as they
walked, neither paying any real attention to where they were going. 
Larry found himself chuckling, beginning to even forget about his
problems for the moment.  Brittany chatted on as if  Larry was  an old
friend, even going so far as to tell him all about the bad breakup that
she'd had with her boyfriend.  And all the while, Brittany continued to
make sarcastic comments that impressed Larry with her wit.  He was just
glad that it wasn't being used on him.

In the middle of a sentence, Brittany suddenly went quiet, glared
at Larry and exclaimed "Shit girl, I'm getting tired of looking at your
raggedy ass." Then with a grin, she reached up as high as she could,
slapping Larry on the back and announcing "Shopping  trip!"

"Oh no" Larry protested, but it was too late. The much smaller
brunette had made up her mind, and practically dragged Larry to the
mall.

At the mall, Larry had been unceremoniously pulled from one
store to another. All the while, Brittany chatted about how the various
clothes would look on her, and on Larry.  It didn't take long before she
went from looking, to insisting that Larry try stuff on. Rather than argue,
Larry decided to humor her and did as he was asked.

Time after time, Larry tried on one piece of clothes after another,
and the worst was when they got to lingerie. When none of the bras were
big enough for him, Larry thought that he'd gotten off easily.  Until
Brittany just took him to the back, which specialized in large women,
which he certainly qualified.  "I can't wear this stuff" Larry protested,
warily eyeing the panties and bra that Brittany offered to him.

"Try them on, you big crybaby"

Sighing, Larry shook his head and went into the dressing room.
Though he didn't want to admit it, he was beginning to have a good time.
In fact, he'd decided to try thinking of his experience as taking a vacation
from himself.  "Might as well" he told himself, then tried the lingerie on. 
He was greatly relieved when it fit, though just barely. And those had
been the biggest ones in the store as well.  Stepping out of the dressing
room, Larry pirouetted (and barely managing to keep from tripping),
then asked "You like?"

"I love" Brittany responded.  With giving Larry a wink, she
added "You'll have no problems picking up guys with that ensemble."
Then with a giggle, she touched Larry's arm  continued, "Not like you
would anyway" Larry just chuckled himself, then flexed his arm in
emphasis.

It wasn't much longer before the big and tall women's store had
supplied him with more clothes, which actually made feel better. It was
certainly better than wearing that dirty jogging suit, even if it did cost
him a bit. Fortunately, Brittany was more than willing to help pay for the
new wardrobe, especially since even the big and tall store didn't have 
much in his size, and what they did have was rather pricey.

Next they went for the shoes, and Larry drew the line at the high
heels that Brittany insisted on. "What the hell do I need high heels for?"
He asked her.

"Good point" she admitted, though that didn't stop her from
trying to convince Larry.  In the end, he bought a pair of high heels, just
so that Brittany would leave him alone.  As they left, Larry couldn't help
but chuckling at the look on the shoe salesman's face when he'd seen
Larry, and more so when he'd tried finding  some shoes that fit.  "That
was priceless" Brittany giggled afterwards.

On the way back to the campus, Larry was stuck carrying all the
bags while Brittany walked alongside him, chatting freely.  Almost in
spite of himself, Larry had to admit that he'd enjoyed the trip, and talking
with Brittany.  Even enough that he'd managed to forget about the fact
that he might not get back to normal.  Even as he walked with Brittany,
he couldn't get rid of the good mood that he'd ended up in.  Nor did he
really want to. Instead, Larry decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

Suddenly Brittany cried out "My purse!"

Almost immediately, Larry saw that a skinny black man in his
late teens or early twenties had grabbed hold of Brittany's purse,
demanding "Let it go,  bitch"

"You let it go" Larry snapped, grabbing at the would be purse
thief. Though the thief tried to get away, Larry had managed to get hold
of his arm. "Gotcha"  Larry snarled, picking the thief up with one hand,
almost amazed at the ease with which he'd done  so.

"All right" Brittany cheered, then turned and glared at the thief whose
feet were hanging over six inches off the ground, and had a terrified look
on his face. "That ought to teach you not to steal"

"Stupid punk" Larry said, trying to look as menacing as he could,
which by the look on the thief's face, was very effective.  "If I ever catch
you again…."Larry trailed off, then with incredible ease, he tossed the
thief into a nearby dumpster, earning a snicker from Brittany.

"Thanks" the brunette said, grinning.  "I owe you."

Feeling embarrassed, Larry muttered "It was nothing"  He 
blushed, looking down at his feet as they continued walking back to the
campus.  Brittany on the other hand was obviously impressed, and
continued to talk about it all the way back. After stopping for a late
lunch, they returned to the campus, going to Brittany's dorm. Once
there, Brittany said "Sorry, but I've got an exam to study for tomorrow.
I've got to cut out on you." She sighed, somewhat disappointed, "I'll see
you later"

"Later" Larry said, waving goodbye and promising that they'd 
have to do it again.  Once Larry had left Brittany, he went back to his
own dorm, looking at all the bags in his hands and realizing that he'd
definitely gotten carried away and bought more than he could use. 
Especially since his change was only going to be temporary.  At least he
hoped so.

Once Larry was safe and alone in his dorm room (Patrick having
been gone when he returned), he set his purchases on the couch and
began going through them again.  Holding up some of the lingerie, Larry
smiled, and blushed at the same time.  Then with a mischievious grin, he
began to undress again.

For the next two hours, Larry amused himself by trying on all his
new clothes again, and posing in front of the empty mirror frame,
wishing that he'd never broken it.  Instead, he had to made due with
looking down at himself, and using the smaller mirror in  the bathroom. 
With great glee and excitement, Larry dressed himself up as nicely as he
could, then stood in front of the small bathroom mirror, trying to get a
good look at himself.  "God I'm pretty" he said, partly surprised and
partly proud for some reason.  The girl in the mirror, his reflection, was a
bit taller and more athletic than he really liked, but he had to admit that
she was very attractive.  In spite of the  muscles (which weren't too
noticeable while he was relaxed)  he/she still looked very feminine. 
Very sexy.

Feeling himself getting aroused again, Larry smiled.  He took his
time, strolling towards his bed and purposely swaying his hips, trying to
walk as feminine  as he could.  He giggled, thinking how exciting this
was, and how erotic.  Slowly and carefully, Larry performed a strip show
to an imaginary audience on the bed, alternately picturing Brittany,
himself as he now was, and even (gulp) Patrick.  Larry was feeling too
good to care.

As soon as he was naked, Larry started rubbing at his breasts,
gently lying down on the  bed and moaning at the increasing pleasure. 
Slowly, one hand moved  down to his vagina, and started moving his
fingers in a gentle circular motion. It felt so good that Larry didn't want
to stop. Instead, he started moaning slightly, then feeling a bit daring, he
slipped a finger inside himself.  "Oh God" he gasped, surprised by the
strange, but pleasant sensation of something inside of him.  Larry started
plunging his finger in and out, then added a second finger to it. Slowly
the tension built, until finally it seemed to explode from within, filling
Larry with the most intense orgasm that he'd ever had.  Unwilling to
stop, even as the waves  of pleasure washed over him, Larry continued at
his manipulations, bringing himself to a second, and even a third orgasm
before he finally stopped.

Larry laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, almost sure that he'd
seen some bright colors. He just smiled at the pleasant warm feeling that
was still filling his body.  "I could get to like this" he quietly mused to
himself, lost in his own thoughts and  feelings.

After Larry's afterglow had finally faded, he slid off the bed,
feeling very satisfied. "What was I thinking?" he asked himself,
wondering how he could possibly have gotten so carried away. "I'm a
guy for God's sake" though at the moment he knew that he certainly
didn't look it.

Larry bit his lip, thinking about what he'd spent the whole day
doing as he put his clothes back on.  As embarrassed as he was to admit
it, even to himself, he'd had fun. He'd enjoyed it.  "I've got to get back to
normal before it's too late" he gulped, wondering if he should go to Dr.
Simmons and see if he'd discovered anything yet.  Then after considering
it for a moment, Larry decided that there was one other thing he could do
first.  He didn't much like the idea, but he knew what he had to do.

Minutes later, Larry was back at the door to the archeology
basement, hesitating for only a moment before he unlocked and went
inside. "Maybe I can get her to change  her mind" he mused hopefully. 
Soon he'd made his way to the back of the storage room, to the temple,
and more importantly, to the Goddess. He stood at the base of her statue,
looking at it and the other female statues around him. They were all
much smaller than they  had been before, but then again, everything
seemed smaller to him now.  "How do I get her attention" he asked
himself, skeptically eyeing the altar and hoping that it didn't require any
kind of blood.

"Um…wake up" Larry called out, nervously eyeing the statue for
signs of life.  "Please" he added.  But there was still no sign of life. 
Larry sighed, and tried calling out for her some more, trying everything
he could think of, even kicking her.  Still nothing.  Getting frustrated,
Larry wondered why he'd even bothered coming.  It was hopeless.  "Oh
God" he muttered, about ready to leave.

"Goddess"  An irritated female voice suddenly corrected him. 
Larry jumped, startled to see that the statue had once more come to life,
and the Goddess was  glaring down at him, a cross expression on her
face.  "What dost thou want, mortal? Why didn't  you summon me with
the proper ritual"

Larry choked, backing up several steps until he hit the altar and
couldn't go back any more.  He stared at her nervously, wondering if he'd
made a big mistake. There was no telling what she'd do to him now.
Getting ahold of himself, Larry gulped and said "I was…..you didn't tell
me how to call you again"

She nodded, almost imperceptibly.  "And why did thou wish to
see me mortal?  And without an offering at that?"

After taking a deep breath to calm himself, Larry said "I wanted
to see if you might….."

Suddenly she interrupted him, "You what, mortal?  I have 
generously given you my blessings, in spite of your obvious flaws.  And
still you are not satisfied?"

"But…." Larry tried to protest.

"NO BUTS" she announced in a voice that made Larry want to 
cringe." Greedy mortal. I have given you great gifts, and they still aren't
enough." Larry was about to correct her, when she snapped "Silence. 
Speak another word mortal, and I shall curse thou in the most horrid way
imaginable" Larry gulped, forcing himself to stay silent. "And if you
need me again, I shall not come unless you perform the proper
summoning ritual"  Then with  that, she was suddenly gone,  leaving
behind a very large statue that was glaring down at Larry with a scowl on
its face.

"Oh shit" he whispered once he could finally make himself speak.
Then he realized that she still hadn't told him how to summon her
properly.  "Shit" he repeated. Larry took one more look at the statue,
then down at his still remaining breasts.  He shook his head, relieved to
have gotten out without being turned into something a lot worse. 
Without any more hesitation, Larry hurried towards the exit of the
basement, running as fast as his long muscular legs would let him.

Larry strolled across the campus with a purpose.  To get off 
campus and to Dr. Simmons house as soon as possible. He had to tell
him what had just happened. Maybe Simmons would have found some
other way to change him back.

Suddenly, Larry spotted someone across the campus from him, 
and broke out into a grin.  One of the four would be muggers from the
day before was staring  at him, horror in his eyes.  Larry burst out
laughing, seeing that the mugger turned and ran  away as fast as he
could. He couldn't believe that someone was actually afraid of him. But
then again, he wasn't quite the same 'him' that he was used to.  Not at all.

With a smile on his face, Larry continued on his way, thinking
about how much things had changed for him in so short a time. He was
bigger, stronger, and not  to mention, a woman. He felt different as well. 
Not only stronger, but sort of healthier overall.  Sort of good.  He flexed
his arm and admired the bicep, realizing that there were some things that
he was definitely going to miss once he changed back.  His height and
muscles were two of them.  But then again, there were other things.

For one, Larry realized that once he turned back to normal,
Brittany wouldn't recognize or know him.  He wouldn't be able to be
friends with her anymore, and he kind of doubted that she'd want
anything to do with the old him.  That saddened him a little more than he
would have thought.  He liked Brittany and would miss the time he'd
spent with her, even the shopping. Or perhaps, mostly the shopping. 
He'd never had many close friends, and in just the short time that he'd
known her, he felt closer to Brittany than to anyone else.

And then, even though he was somewhat embarrassed to admit it,
Larry would also miss the strange erotic feelings he got. The female
orgasm when he masturbated.  Hell, he even admitted to himself that he'd
miss wearing those new clothes he'd just bought. They actually made it
fun to just wear clothes. Something that he definitely wasn't used to. 
Larry was still lost in these thoughts as he continued towards Simmons
house.

When Larry reached Dr. Simmons door, he paused for a moment 
then rang the door bell.  A moment later, Simmons answered the door
and ushered Larry  inside. Larry quietly went in and sat down, while
Simmons dug through some notes.  "I've  done some
research…"Simmons started.

"I've changed my mind" Larry suddenly interrupted.

"What?" Simmons asked, not understanding.

Larry forced a smile, then told Simmons "I've changed my mind. 
I don't want to turn back to normal" he blushed in embarrassment, but
continued. "I'm  beginning to like being like this" he gestured down at
himself.  "It's different…..but kind of interesting"

"I see" Simmons said slowly, then he began rubbing at his beard.
Larry was relieved that Simmons didn't ask him for the reasons behind
his change of mind.  He wasn't completely sure of them himself, but he
knew that he didn't want to go back to being his old self. This was scary,
but it was also very interesting, and even exciting.

Over the next several weeks, Dr. Simmons helped Larry, now 
Laurie, acquire what she'd need for her new life.  Identification papers,
and even enrollment into the college under her new name.  She was
constantly amused at how some of her old friends  and professors reacted
to the new girl, barely even noticing that Larry had just disappeared.

Laurie talked to Brittany about becoming roommates, though 
Brittany seemed very reluctant. When Laurie asked her why, concerned
that Brittany didn't  want to be friends anymore, the brunette tearfully
admitted "I'm….attracted to you. I'm….bisexual"  Laurie was shocked,
but at the same time very pleased.  In response, she bent over, picking
Brittany up and surprising her with a passionate kiss.  Almost
immediately afterward, they moved in together and became much closer.

In the end, Laurie had to admit that there were a lot of problems
with her new life. Most of the guys around campus actually avoided her,
being too intimidated by her size. That suited her fine for the most part,
though she had noticed that she was beginning to find guys attractive as
well.  Another effect of her new body.  She knew that one day she'd
actually give in and find out what sex with a guy was like, but for the
moment she was satisfied  with Brittany.  All in all, she was happy with
her new life.

Elsewhere, a majestic Goddess smiled to herself, pleased that 
he'd never had to curse her lone worshipper.  It would have been a
horrible tragedy to have had  to turn her back into a man after she'd
tasted what it was like to be a woman. A tragedy indeed.

The End

[g-man]

A great conclusion 🙂 I'm sad that it has come to an end, I was hoping for more 😉

A small correction, though, "Elsewhere, a majestic Goddess smiled to herself, pleased that
he'd never had to curse her lone worshipper"

I think you mean "she'd never"

[Cowprobe]

I like how the Goddess statue is a plot device with a mind of it's own.

It would be amusing to see that statue get into different situations.

Thank you for sharing the tale of transgendered transformation and empowerment.

If it's one thing you excel at Morpheus it's changing characters viewpoints.

[Prophet Tenebrae]

Not usually a fan of TG but that was a good 'un.

I'm kind of surprised that Larry didn't take Brittany to see the Goddess… I mean, come on – it can't be that hard for him to work out it needed blood to summon her. Still, that could be the sequel. Overall nice, I think

[00tree]

Not usually a fan of TG but that was a good 'un.

I'm kind of surprised that Larry didn't take Brittany to see the Goddess… I mean, come on – it can't be that hard for him to work out it needed blood to summon her. Still, that could be the sequel. Overall nice, I think

 
  HAH I actually agree with Prophet on all actounts. I'm not ussually into male/female TF but this was a good story and I also thought Lerry/Lorie was going to take Britteny to the goddess.

[Silvanis]

Already covered in the story…Brittany most likely isn't a virgin, since she's had at least one previous boyfriend.

[00tree]

Already covered in the story…Brittany most likely isn't a virgin, since she's had at least one previous boyfriend.

Oh yeah… DUUUUUUR… I forgot that part of the blessing.

[Author]

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