CHAPTER 11. No one was stirring as the women lugged Draper through the passageways and into the cella. They had placed a heavy armchair on the dais beforehand, facing the mirror. They dropped him into the chair, where he sat like a limp puppet, his eyes shining with terror. They undid the ties at his wrists and ankles and refastened them to the chair, binding him securely. Then the two stepped out onto the portico where they could watch the coming show without being struck by any stray beams of reflected sunlight. Draper's mind was in turmoil as he stared at his reflection in the circular mirror. His mouth was terribly dry from the panties, but he could not expel them. His heart began to race when saw the reflection of the brightening eastern horizon behind him. The sun suddenly appeared above the edge of the ocean as a brilliant speck of light, shooting rays in all directions. A moment later, when the sun's edge had risen, the rays became directional, streaking low across the surface of the sea, through the temple's narrow portico, along the length of the antechamber and into the cella itself, illuminating the mirror. Once again the room was suffused with a roseate glow and the combined scent of jasmine and honeysuckle. Draper instantly felt a tightness in his chest. His whole body seemed to waver, like heat waves on a highway. He felt less substantial and softer. Something deep in his belly began to ripple and flutter, his nipples to tingle and swell. There was a burning in his groin, quickly supplanted by a hideous incisional pain as if he were being slit right between his legs - which was, in fact, precisely the case. Within seconds, his bonds had loosened - for he was a smaller creature now. He found he could move again, so he freed his hands and his feet. He tore the panties out of his mouth and attempted to rise, but the pain was too intense and he screamed a girlish scream and sank back down in the chair, aware as he did so that his bottom had become substantially broader. He looked down just in time to witness the eruption of a pair of magnificent breasts - his. He immediately felt their weight tug at his chest, pulling him forward, altering his equilibrium. The pain gradually subsided. He was afraid to look into the mirror, afraid of what he would see. Finally, he worked up his courage and raised his eyes.... O! Horrible! He was a nineteen or twenty year old girl in the full bloom of youth! He was raven-haired, pale-skinned, with full, shapely breasts. His heart sank to see that he had brick-red nipples and areolas even larger than what the Greek transmutes possessed. Supporting himself on the arm of the chair, he slowly stood, his gaze riveted to the all- important space between his legs. O! More horrible yet! His manhood was gone! In its place was the all-too-familiar mound at the base of his broad womanbelly, a mound covered with fine wavy brown hair. A mound whose inverted apex was split by a blunt-edged groove that disappeared between his ivory thighs. He turned about to look over his shoulder. His hips were wide, his bottom more than ample, its softness dimpled on either side of the base of his spine. His legs were long, hairless and shapely. In short, Professor Peter Draper had become a voluptuous female in less time than it takes to brew a cup of tea. Draper turned back to face the mirror frontally and brought his little white hands to his breasts in order to heft them, but his inspection was interrupted by the sudden return of Stavros and Dimitrios, their faces contorted by evil smiles of deep satisfaction. "Not bad!" Stavros said, walking around the new transmute to survey her from every perspective, "Not bad! Great boobs, nice ass. Good skin. You'll make some guy a pretty little wife. And get a load of those hips! With hips like those, you'll have no trouble pumping out the babies. No drawn-out labor for you! You're a very lucky girl, Professor!" While Stavros delivered her appraisal, Draper, in a panic, was running his hands over his silky-smooth body, his pretty face registering horrified disbelief. The Greeks watched him patiently, waiting to see his reaction when he would reach between his legs for the ultimate verification of his altered gender. Draper avoided the issue, however: his hands got down to his mound, but hesitated to go any further lest they encounter the dread aperture. "What's the matter, Professor?" Stavros asked. "Afraid to find out how it feels to have a cunt? Here, let me show you! Hold her, Dimitrios." With that, Dimitrios twisted one of Draper's arms up high behind his back, making him squeal in pain. At the same time, Stavros thrust two fingers between the professor's thighs. Draper tried to struggle but Dimitrios applied more pressure to his arm, and Draper had to succumb. His big brown eyes suddenly grew even bigger as he felt Stavros's fingers enter his body. "O, God! I have a cunt!" he thought. He squealed again, this time in indignation. But the fingers remained deep inside him, no matter how he squirmed to get free. "That's how it feels, Professor," said Stavros, probing Draper's softness as far as her cervix. "That's how it feels to have a cunt!" "Take them out!" Draper shrieked, vainly struggling to free himself. "Take them out! You can't do this to me! I'm a man, Goddamn it! A man! I'm a tenured professor of archeology at... at..." and here he trailed off, all too aware that his querulous soprano gave the lie to his risible protestations of masculinity. Stavros shoved her fingers into Draper even more deeply, to emphasize just how penetrable he had become, then pulled them out and wiped them contemptuously on the inside of her skirt, where the wetness wouldn't show. Draper gasped in relief. "You're a woman now, Professor. Start getting used to it!" Stavros cried. She spit on the floor. "May you loathe it as much as we do! May you curse being female each time you are fucked by a man! May you wear yourself out with ten children!" Dimitrios released Draper's arm. He sank to his knees and began to cry piteously. "I don't want to be a woman!" he wailed, "I don't want to be a woman! Change me back! Change me back! Please!" He collapsed in a convulsive heap, his lovely body wracked with sobs. "Get up, Bitch!" Stavros cried, pulling the sobbing transmute to his feet by his long hair."Get up and stop sniveling! I didn't see you getting too upset when you found the whole Goddamn work crew was turned into girls - all you wanted to do was fuck them, us included. Well, welcome to womanhood, Professor! From now on, if there's any fucking to be done, you'll be the one who'll get fucked. The only problem I see is that you were the only man on this island, so now that you're female, there's no one to fuck you. That's a shame, a real shame." "Let's take her to her little lover, the misty-eyed redhead," sneered Dimitrios, "Perhaps they can console one other." "Great idea! Let's march her right over!" agreed Stavros. "No, please don't," whimpered Draper through his tears, "Please don't take me to her! I don't want Colin to see me like this. It's too humiliating!" "Listen, sister," Dimitrios hissed, grabbing Draper's arm, "You're going to do exactly what we say, or we'll drag you in front of that mirror every morning for the next week. You'll end up with boobs so big you won't be able to stand! Is that clear?" Biting his lip, Draper nodded his head so rapidly that it appeared to be vibrating. "Does that mean 'Yes,' Professor? Are you going to be a good girl and do what we say?" "Y-y-y-yes," Draper replied almost inaudibly, looking down at the floor and biting his lower lip, "I'll be a good girl." "That's better," Dimitrios said. "Now let's get going." Like arresting police officers, the Greek transmutes each took one of Draper's elbows. As they began walking, Draper was instantly conscious of his feminine gait - the soft jounce of his breasts, the involuntary twitching of his lovely derrière, the velvety friction of his plump thighs rubbing together and all that other sensuous female stuff you can't help but notice when you're turned into a girl. Draper would soon come to discover that, for a woman, walking can be a sexual act in itself, but he was still too terrified to derive the slightest pleasure from it. They soon reached Colin's door. Stavros tried the handle - it was unlocked. She quietly opened the door, propelled Draper inside with a resounding slap on his plump backside and closed the door. It was the last Draper saw of the two Greeks - the last anyone on the island saw them, in point of fact. Their immediate vengeance accomplished, the statuesque transmutes walked straight out of the temple, down the path to the dock and stole the power launch, leaving all the other girls - Draper included - marooned on the island. It was all part of their grand plan for Total Vengeance, of which we shall learn more in a later chapter.