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.
