Prologue

According to Kabbalistic mysticism, the creation of Lilith is described in many alternative mythologies. One suggests that she was created before Adam, on the 5th day when God filled the waters with swarms of 'Living creatures', one of which was Lilith. Another version suggests that she was created from the same clay as Adam but shortly before. According to the Alphabet of Ben-Sira, Lilith was Adam's first wife, a wife who believed she was created equal to Adam because she was made the same as him.

Yet another alternative version states that God originally fashioned Adam and Lilith in a manner that the female spirit was contained in the male. When God called for her, Lilith joined Adam. When God created Adam's body, a thousand evil souls tried to attach themselves to him. God drove them off, leaving Adam a soulless body, so he commanded the earth to produce a living soul which he breathed into Adam. When Adam came to life, his female was attached to his side. God separated the female side from Adam. The female side was Lilith.

Another version is that Lilith was not created by God, but born spontaneously as a divine entity.

It is also claimed that Lilith was a witch, or she-demon, a temptress, and many versions of her appear in religious and mythological texts throughout the ages. Are you wondering yet as to why I'm giving you a quick lesson in the 'Beautiful Maiden'? I have a great aunt Lilith, you see? And, I swear by all that is holy, that during my bat mitzvah she gave me a penis.

I can hear you gasp in surprise, or chuckle at my craziness, but I'm telling the truth.

I was twelve years old. Not a girl, not yet a woman. (Come on, admit it, I wasn't the only one singing Britney then, right?) Anyway, I'm not exactly happy even though it was my birthday. All day long, my dad and daddy had been fawning all over my Uncle Winston's new baby and his toddler, both boys. I even saw my daddy outside in the yard playing ball with Noah. It wasn't fair. It was my birthday and they hardly gave me any of their attention since other people arrived at our home.

Hey, I was spoilt and jealous back then, I can admit that. I'm not like that now.

My great aunt Lilith had turned up just after brunch and just before we went to Temple. I was shocked that she'd come because I hadn't received an R.S.V.P. to the glittery invite I'd sent her, but I was also pleased as punch. She might've been crazy eyed (that's how my dad Hiram describes his aunt), and a bit handsy (so my daddy Leroy says), but I thought that she was the best thing since sliced eggplant lasagne. She paid attention to me and she looked like Princess Jasmine but in normal clothes.

I didn't see her very often, not even once a year because she travelled a lot. I wrote though, almost every week, and even though she didn't write me back, when I eventually saw her, she'd ask me about all that I had written. My great aunt Lilith knew me better than anyone else, and that's why I was a little bitter when she gave me a vegan carrot cake cupcake with a candle sticking out of the white frosting. My dad and daddy had thought my veganism was a passing fad. They'd brought me a delicious looking chocolate sponge cake with thick chocolate frosting and twelve candles, which they were now feeding Noah Puckerman and my little cousin Reggie.

Aunt Lilith smoothed away the furrow of my brows with her thumb and asked me to make a wish. See? This is what makes me say it was her who gave me a penis. I wished to be a boy and she made my wish come true. Not straight away of course, she had to deflect the suspicion elsewhere. Almost two and a half weeks later, I had what should've been my first period; instead, I grew a penis.

I was scared and shocked and curious and utterly flabbergasted. My daddy's cried and rushed me to the hospital when I eventually built up the courage to tell them that I had grown an extra appendage. The doctors hadn't really got a clue because there was a fully working penis where my vagina had once been. All they could come up with was that I had been born hermaphroditic (though there was no previous evidence of a penis in any other medical exam I'd ever had), and that during the onset of puberty, my body had made a choice. I was stunned, but at least I had an explanation, no matter how unbelievable.

Five days later, my vagina was back. I was elated and shocked and kinda bummed all rolled into one. I was just getting a handle on my penis and it was gone.

The doctors still couldn't explain what had really happened, only to say that my body had changed its mind.

I didn't tell anyone when my penis returned exactly twenty-three days later.

That's what brings me here today, stumbling into a stall of the girls' bathroom, trying to lift my skirt, pull down my tightest spankies, and shut the stall door, all in one urgent move. I was painfully fit to burst and knew that it would only take a minute to feel relief. I spend a few damnable seconds lining the seat with toilet paper before grabbing my hand lotion and then my cock.

I sigh as I finally feel the gentle grip of my curled hand around my erect penis. Damn the Unholy Trio and their totally inappropriate rendition Aaliyah's Rock the Boat. God only knows how Santana convinced Quinn to do that particular song, but it was Quinn's blush that totally did it for me. That flush of colour to pale cheeks, an embarrassed nip to her bottom lip, and I, Rachel Barbra Berry, was ready to 'Jizz in my Pants' as The Lonely Island boys so eloquently put it.

I move my hand quicker, twisting my grip and dragging upwards, stroking over the head of my dick before pushing back down. The lotion slicks my moves and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. Suddenly, I hear the door to the ladies room bang open as giggling girls enter. It only takes me mere seconds to realise that the girls I can hear are the Unholy Trio themselves.

"I can't believe you made me do that." Quinn chuckles bashfully.

"What?" Santana replies as she continues to laugh. "It met Schue's requirements this week."

"Remembering a lost legend by singing a song so obviously about sex, probably isn't what Mr Schuester wanted from us." Is it wrong that I can tell that Quinn is arching a fine golden eyebrow, just by her tone of voice?

Santana starts to laugh again. "He should've been more specific then. Go pee, Q, so we can get back and see what the others came up with."

"Yeah, Q." Brittany giggles. "I wanna see if Finn's face is still purple."

"Fine." Quinn sighs. "I'll just be a second."

My dark eyes drop to the lock on my stall door as I continue to tug on my penis. I find myself blinking rapidly, unable to move as I realise that in my hurry to get here, I'd forgone locking the door. My breath catches and my lower half judders as I find release just as Quinn Fabray walks through the door.

Hazel eyes meet mine and widen in surprise, before widening impossibly further when they drop to my jerking hips and the hand covering the top of my penis as I spill myself into my fist.

She's gone before I've even finished coming. I hear her mumble something about changing her mind and then the bathroom door slams shut once, and then again as the others follow after her.

Quinn Fabray just saw me masturbating. She saw my penis.

It never seemed weird back when I turned twelve; that Lilith was my great aunt but in fact looked ten years younger than my dad.

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tbc