4 comments/ 73501 views/ 7 favorites Ritualistic Design By: darkgoddess2478 "Is he awake?" The voice seemed so distant as though he and the soft feminine voice drifting through his rousing consciousness were playing a game of telephone with tin cans and string. His eyelids were still heavy, his vision still cloudy and he felt slightly nauseous. Vague remembrances of the night before scratched at his brain as he swam through thick pillow waves in the ocean of sleepiness enveloping him. "Yea, I think so. His eyes were moving." The second voice was warm and thick like honey spilling over his ears. Wes forced his eyes open as two female faces wavered and shuddered into focus for his addled brain to process. The first was a long haired blonde with cornflower blue eyes. The second was a redhead with short, spiky hair and soft green eyes. They peered at him, hunched over and very close to his face. The blonde ran her hand over his forehead. "Are you with us?" the blonde asked, her eyes surveying his face. "Where am I?" Wes mumbled. He turned his head this way and that around the room. "That's not important now. What is important is that you are calm and helpful. Do you think you can do that for us? Be calm and helpful?" Wes blinked hard. "I'm not sure I understand." The blonde shushed him and pulled him onto his feet. The redhead darted under his arm on the opposite side and they shuffled down the hallway. Still groggy, Wes accepted the help of the two pretty girls as they guided him down the hallway. They entered through the first doorway on the right into what appeared to be a locker room. The girls helped Wes sit on a bench. The redhead loosened his tie and slipped it from his neck as the blonde dipped behind the wall. He distinctly heard the sound of water running. His mind wandered and slipped beside a babbling brook in the forest where Wes was lying beside the stream, feeling the warm sunshine on his naked limbs and torso while the girls laughed and played in the water beside him. He was then floating in the stream with the girls lying naked on either side of him, the water rushing along his back and sides. Their breasts pressed in against his flesh, nipples taut and pouting. His arms were around them as the chatted back and forth about how warm the water was and if he were awake or if he would drown in the water. Surprisingly, Wes was unworried. He closed his eyes and sighed. When he woke, he was lying in a stone walled room on a wooden folding cot. His head lolled to the side as the barren room came into focus. The two girls were sitting naked on the bed across the room and against the wall, licking and pinching each other's nipples. They were on their knees facing one another, red hair bowed toward blonde tresses covering nipples that poked from between her curls. Red's velvet tongue lapped gently at the perky bud, and then rosy lips wrapped gently around and sucked. Wes could feel his dick stirring in response and shifted uncomfortably. The noise caught the girl's attention. They looked startled for just a moment before slipping from the bed and padding over to his cot. Wes stared up at them with wide, questioning eyes, his brain finally free of the fog. The redhead's eyes slipped down his body and settled at his groin. Wes blushed slightly and tried to cover himself, but his arms were bound by white sheets tied in a quarter knot. He blushed deeper, realizing he was completely exposed. "We were instructed to let you have one last sexual experience as a man before the ceremony." The blonde straddled him, draping a leg over each side of the cot. Wes strained uncomfortably. "You're lucky we aren't all lesbians here, you know. Else wise you wouldn't get a last huzzah." Wes's brow furrowed deeply as he stared into her sweet blue eyes. "What are you talking about? Where am I? Who are you?" The redhead giggled. "He's just full of questions, isn't he?" She was awfully cute the way she stood with her weight on one leg, her opposite hand over her mouth. The blonde looked up at her with a rather irritated expression. "Watch it or I'll make you fuck him." "I wouldn't mind," she shrugged. "He's kinda cute." "I'm Maryam and this is Charlotte. We're part of an underground Dianaic coven of witches. I'm not sure what you might know about Dianaics or witches." Wes shook his head, confused. Maryam continued. "There are witches. We are alive and well in today's day and age. Contrary to popular belief, witches do not boil and eat children, do not have green faces and warts, and we don't ride broomsticks and make pacts with the devil. We are a nature based religion centered on the religious beliefs transcribed by Gerald Garner in the 1950's. Well, the American branch is, anyway. He claims to have gotten the knowledge from people in England from books passed down in his family. However, there are rumors of Pagans who have existed in hiding for over 2000 years. "Dianaics are a branch of Wiccans who follow the Greek or Roman Goddess Diana or Artemis. These sects are generally populated by women, but also have a few men who believe that women are the divine and that society should return to a Matriarchy. While not all sects are lesbians, many lesbians are attracted to the branch because of the personality traits of Diana. She was a virgin huntress and warrior. She was strong, powerful, and took only female lovers. Again, there are women who are Dianaics who are not lesbian or celibate; however, we are a group of mostly lesbian women who worship the Goddess Diana. "While most Wiccan covens do not believe in forcing their religion on others and while most Wiccans would prefer that people transition of their own free will, that is where the similarity ends. We are not a recognized coven and we like to keep our practices under wraps, especially since we are extreme compared to the majority of Pagans you will find on the street. Most of the group tends to be militant lesbians who hate men. We hold that all members of the coven must be Democrat and vote a party specific ticket. We also support all women's rights including abortion. Women are the superior and dominant gender and we will not hesitate to use force to become an accepted part of society. "Everything I have told you so far will be covered in your training when you become a Priestess in the coven. We have three degrees and you will be expected to work through each of the three levels before you will be a full and accepted member of the coven. "We do not accept men into our coven. Therefore, you won't be permitted to stay as a man for very long. As a favor to the one who had you inducted, we are giving you one last sexual experience as a man before the transformation. You should thank her when you see her later." Wes's head spun. Maryam had thrown a lot of information at him very quickly. Dianaics? Wiccans? Not a man for long? What were these crazy women talking about? "Do you have any questions?" "What if your members don't prescribe to your rules?" "They don't have a choice. We make sure of that." "And how do you make sure of that?" "You'll find out." "And what do you mean by 'not a man for long'?" "Yea, you'll find that out, too." She tossed her hair behind her shoulders. "I guess I shouldn't have asked you if you had questions. I can't really answer any more than what I just did." She stood and wrapped her arm around Charlotte. "So which one of us do you want?" "Want for what?" "Well, sex, of course!" Charlotte giggled again, shifting her weight back and forth. "You have to pick. You can't have us both!" "Greedy man." Maryam smirked. "Of course I would want us both, too." "I don't want this. I don't want this at all. You can't do this. How did I get here? Who sent for me?" Maryam sighed and crouched beside Wes's cot. "We kidnapped and drugged you as you were headed for your car. We can do this because no one knows you are here. As for who sent for you, well, you will find that out soon enough. Now choose or we will have to choose for you." "I refuse to choose anything! You let me out of here right now!" Maryam shook her head and rose from the floor, her breasts catching light from the small half window above the cot. "Then I guess we just choose for you." She meandered across the room to a small wooden stand beside the bed and rooted through the door before retrieving a pair of white cotton panties and duct tape. Charlotte grinned and danced from foot to foot as Maryam shoved the panties into Wes's protesting mouth and taped them inside. "That ought to stop the questions until we've finished with you. And now we get down to business." She straddled him again, reaching her hand around his limp cock and rubbed it against her warm, wet slit. She sighed and looked over to Charlotte. "Are you just going to stand there watching? You know men do nothing for me." "Oh, did you want me to help?" "Well that would be nice." Maryam added, rather disgusted with the whole situation. Charlotte wriggled on the spot with amusement and dropped her weight over Wes's knees, her hands wrapping around Maryam's breasts. She nibbled along her neck and wrapped one leg around her partner's waist. "Are you wet enough?" "I guess so." Maryam shifted and the head of Wes's cock slipped inside her tight pussy. He moaned despite himself as her wetness greeted him. She rocked her hips gently, working him inside. "It's been a long time. I have to work him in slow." Charlotte nodded, pressing kisses along Maryam's neck and shoulders. "Just pretend it's me and I'm wearing that strap on you like so well. That ought to help, right?" She bit down on the soft flesh of Maryam's shoulder. Maryam nodded as the last of Wes's cock slipped inside her pussy. "It would be easier if he were hard. Can you believe he's only half mast? I guess we just have to rape him. I'm not going against the High Priestess. She'd have my head on a platter." "Or your clit." Charlotte giggled, her hands caressing Maryam's breasts, occasionally squeezing a nipple. "You'd be nothing without your clit." "Shut up. This is hard enough as it is. I feel dirty with a man inside me and not in a good way." Maryam's hips ground, burying the cock deep inside her pussy. Wes whipped his head back and forth in protest, struggling against the sheets tying him to the cot that was barely big enough for his body and sat low enough to the ground that Maryam was using her feet to facilitate her movement. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard to block the memory of the girls kissing and touching out of his mind. He couldn't cum if he wasn't hard. There was no way. Maryam moaned as she thrusted against him. Wes's eyes snapped open to see Charlotte rubbing her clit with two fingers, her other hand cupping Maryam's left breast and lightly pinching and tugging the nipple. Maryam had turned her head nearly over her shoulder to meet Charlotte's lips and was kissing her, their tongues dancing around each other. Wes used his entire body to try and throw the girls from his lap. Maryam looked down at him. "That's the spirit! Go ahead and get into it. It's the last time you're going to be able to use that dick, you know. Better enjoy it while you have it." Wes squeezed his eyes closed, forcing himself to think of other things. "Can't you just hurry up and make him cum already so we can get this over with?" Charlotte asked, obviously bored. She shifted position to sit in front of Maryam with her back facing Wes as she sat on his belly. She lifted her legs and slid against Maryam. "If we've gotta do this, we might as well do it right. Rub your pussy against mine. I'll make you cum." Maryam began the rhythm again, taking short strokes so her clit could rub against Charlotte's. They moaned and writhed against him, breathing heavier. Wes shuddered, feeling an orgasm overcome him. His body wracked as he came, the girls grinding against one another, moaning each other's names and panting. His body slumped in defeat. They had managed to make him cum in spite of his best efforts to the contrary. The girls, on the other hand, weren't finished yet. They continued their act, using him only as a now flaccid dildo. He could feel Maryam's hand as she fingered Charlotte, their pussies still rubbing against each other. His belly was soaked from their juices. Maryam came first, grinding hard against the dick still inside her, their wet cunts slapping and rubbing against each other and making wet noises. Charlotte followed soon after, soaking him with her cum. The torture didn't end there, however. They sat afterward, making out with one another as Wes wished to be anywhere but being raped by the two lesbians. The door creaked as it opened and a hooded figure stepped inside. "Have you finished?" The voice sounded slightly familiar, but he couldn't recognize the face behind the hood as it was cloaked in shadows. Wes waited expectantly. The girls gave their compliance and went back to their bed in the corner, curling around one another on top of the blankets. Wes turned to the cloaked figure before him. "You are to come with me. No arguments. No fighting. And you will do as you are told. Understood?" Wes nodded, defeated. The woman released his hands and beckoned for him to stand and follow her, striding from the room. "But what about clothes?" Wes stammered. "I'm naked." "You don't need clothes. Come on." She disappeared outside the door, Wes following behind her. The woman led him down a labyrinth of hallways his mind could barely remember. They stopped before a thick wooden door. The cloaked figure reached for the door, exposing a slightly aged hand, and pushed it open. Inside was a chair, a sink, and a table covered with tools. A slightly masculine looking woman told him to roll onto his stomach and he complied. She slipped his wrists and ankles into manacles uncontested. The cloaked woman spoke. "I had you brought here to join my coven. However, you will no longer be permitted to remain a man. We also have to mark you with a symbol of your loyalty to the coven. You will be tattooed with a pentacle on the back of our neck." Wes stiffened. "Are you serious?" He tried to look at the woman, but couldn't move his head due to the way he was bound. "Quite. Have fun. I'll be back for you in an hour." He didn't bother to struggle as the woman used a transfer sheet to apply the rough design to the skin. He sat patiently while she loaded the gun with the needles and the ink. He made no sound as she began inking the design into his flesh. She had a light hand as she worked. The needles scratched at his skin making it feel raw and sore. While it didn't particularly hurt, it also wasn't pleasant. He didn't even flinch when the door opened and the hooded figure stood beside him, admiring the work. He was released and allowed to admire his new body art before heading to their next destination: the tailor. Wes was measured from top to bottom at every conceivable place. He suffered through it, nursing a painful hard on. He wasn't sure why, but the tattoo had excited him. The fittings from the tailor excited him. He blundered through the rest of the day with fittings and being told things that barely made sense combined with the rest of the information already overloading his brain. His head ached and he was terribly thirsty. By the time he was allowed to bed down for the night, he was positively exhausted and collapsed almost immediately onto the bed in the small room that painfully reminded him of a jail cell. The hooded figure exited the room with only one phrase before the door closed behind her. "Goodnight, Lori." ~*~*~*~*~*~ The name floated to him through the water over his ears. "Lori." Last night he had been too tired to care but today he was perplexed. Why would she have called him that, of all names? Wes tucked his hands behind his head and sat up suddenly. His neck was supremely tender where the tattoo had been applied. He gingerly removed the layer of plastic wrap the artist had placed over it to help the ink set and inspected her handiwork in the small lavatory mirror. True to the word, Wes now had a rather large pentacle tattooed on the back of his neck measuring around six inches high. He stretched his neck from side to side, feeling the skin pull tight and sore. He ran his finger along the thick black lines. "You find the tattoo satisfactory, then?" Wes turned to find Maryam smiling as she strolled up behind him. She was wearing a gossamer gown of white and silver. It was remarkably see through. He hadn't realized he was staring at her until his dick lurched into attention. He looked down at his rousing erection, then to her face. One brow was arched and she was smirking. Her eyes dropped to his crotch. He blushed deeply and reached for the bed sheet. Maryam took stock of the supplies in the room and turned to him holding what looked like a vase. "Haven't you used the toilet yet?" she quirked. "Toilet?" "Yes. Don't you have to pee?" "Well, yea, I-" "Then here." Maryam cut him off by setting the vase hard on the floor with a metallic clunk. She stood over it with her hands on her hips. "Get to business. We have a lot to cover today." "We do?" Wes glanced around the room. There wasn't anywhere he could go for privacy. "So where am I supposed to-" Maryam pointed at the container at her feet. "And so help me God, if you piss on my feet..." Her voice dropped off. One foot tapped irritatedly on the floor, her hands still on her hips, the gown around her clinging to her flesh. Wes eyed her nervously. "Are you going to stand there and watch?" "Well how else am I going to know you're done?" "Could you at least turn away?" "Are we playing 20 questions? Just piss already!" Wes pulled the sheet aside, sighed begrudgingly and released his bladder. He was careful not to miss or back spray to hit Maryam who was watching like a hawk. After he had finished, she picked up the container and headed for the door, whistling for him to follow her as though he were a puppy. Wes wrapped the sheet around his waist and scampered behind her, glad to be free of the room. She lead him up a flight of stairs and through a set of double doors. The scent of disinfectant wafted from beyond the doors. "Why are we here?" "We're going to the doctor." "Doctor?" "Yes, doctor." "What do we need a doctor for?" "For you. To make sure the things that should work, do work and the things that shouldn't work, won't." "Oh." Maryam opened another door and ushered Wes inside. She pulled the sheet from around his waist and dropped it onto a chair. "You won't need that. Sit up there on the exam table. The doctor will be with you shortly." She took a seat beside the sink on the wall. Wes stared at the row of glass jars containing cotton balls and swabs, tongue depressors, and rubber gloves. There really wasn't much else to look at, other than a picture of a field of flowers pinned to the ceiling. The door opened and a doctor walked inside dressed in a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck. Wes startled. "I thought you didn't have males in your coven." "We don't. The doctor and nurses aren't part of the coven. They just work here with us. Now be a good boy and cooperate." The doctor asked the standard questions about height, weight, exercise, family medical history, and tests. After he had finished, he flipped a switch beside the door. Soon after, two large male nurses came inside and stood beside the table. They each reached out a hand and forced Wes to recline on the table. They kept one hand planted firmly on each shoulder. Wes stared at the picture of the flowers on the ceiling and read the inspirational quote along the bottom. "Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you, but when you sit quietly and wait, it comes and lights softly on your shoulder." Ritualistic Design Phase 02 "I really don't know what it is you are so upset about, Lori. It wasn't like I could just bring it up in polite conversation, you know. What was I supposed to say?" "Well, mother, you could have said at least something to me. Maybe, 'Hey, Wes, I wanted to discuss the idea with you of my new lifestyle.' Something other than having me kidnapped and forced into a new lifestyle with you." "Now, Lori, you know I wanted to tell you but this was the easiest way." "The easiest? That makes my head hurt. No, mom, the easiest thing would have been for you to have said something to me about it." "Are you going to get dressed? I want you to meet someone very special to me. She will be here in an hour and I want you presentable." She ran a hand over a golden curl and tucked it behind Lori's shoulder. "Who is it? Are they important?" "Yes she is important and she is taking an entire day out of her schedule to fly in and meet my daughter." "Are you forgetting I was born a male?" "It doesn't matter what you were born like. You are my Lori now. You left Wes behind a week ago." "Mother, I AM Wes," he stated, darting in front of his mother's path. "Could we at least call each other by our real names in private?" "Lori IS your real name. Now go back to your room and get ready." "What room, mom? I don't have a room, I have a prison cell!" Sharon sighed heavily and shooed her child from the room. "Please just go and get ready. I don't want to disappoint Hillary." The door shut in Wes's face with a thud and a click. He turned on his heel and headed off down the hallway. Since coming here over a week ago Wes had no more idea what was going on around him than he did on his first night here. In three days time he was transformed from a man to a transsexual. There had been talks of completing the job but then there were also protests of keeping him for breeding purposes. All in all, Wes was damned confused and felt completely out of the loop. Since his transformation, the only friend he had was the girl who had ushered him into this lifestyle, Maryam, and his newfound friend from his initiation, Samantha. The rest of the girls here were relatively standoffish. Now he was expected to get ready for his mother's friend who was flying in from somewhere to meet him. Wes wound through the halls and back to his room. Maryam was sitting on his cot and smiling at him coyly. "So did she tell you that we have a guest coming?" Wes sighed and sat beside her. "Yea. She mentioned it." "Aren't you excited?" "No. Who's coming, anyway?" "If she didn't tell you I am going to leave it as a surprise." Maryam giggled and handed Wes the package his mother had sent to him before his initiation. "You should get dressed. Do you want me to help?" Wes sat and stared at her blankly. Maryam slid from the bed and unfastened the buttons on the top of Wes's blouse and pulled it up over his head. He went through the motions. Out of the blouse, out of the pants, into the new blouse, into the new skirt and then into pantyhose. That had to be his least favorite part to do, mostly because he had to do it himself. Maryam found a pair of simple black pumps and helped him slip into his jacket. She clucked at him softly. "You know you would be much prettier if you would do something with your hair and your makeup." "What?" "Come with me to my room and I will help you. You don't have anything down here." She grabbed his hand and tugged until he followed her. She led him up a couple of flights of stairs, up through a lobby area and into an elevator. "So you mean to tell me that you don't live down in the dungeon with everyone else?" "Honey, no one lives down there, really. There are some classes down there, a few rituals and things, but no living quarters. I'm seriously wondering why the High Priestess keeps you down there. Maybe she is renovating one of the bigger rooms or something." The elevator lurched to a stop and the doors opened. Wes was reminded of a soap opera with the lush red and gold carpeting. Maryam unlocked the door directly to the left of the elevator and ushered Wes inside. The apartment was lush and very much said "Maryam". The curtains were thick red velvet with gold ties. The couches and chairs were brocade with clawed mahogany arms and feet. She smiled as she perched on the edge of the matching coffee table. "It looks like something out of Interview with the Vampire, doesn't it?" She was smiling another of her impish grins and swinging one foot in the air, very much impressed with her décor. Wes smiled at her. "It's very much you." She ran the toe of her designer shoe over the gold pattern in the area rug protecting the polished wood floor from the furniture. "You know, if you ask the High Priestess she might let you move in here with me and Charlotte. Charlotte and I use the same bedroom so we have one open. I am not sure anyone has really thought about it." She stood with a sigh and gestured for Wes to follow her. The bathroom was huge. Two makeup mirrors, much like Wes would imagine models using, were against one wall. Maryam seated Wes at one of the mirrors and pulled out a variety of makeup. "You should be glad, really, that you're a blonde now. I have makeup that will work really well for you." Without wasting another word, Maryam set to work. Each step she made she detailed so Wes could try and follow along. After what seemed like a near eternity Wes was curled, painted and powdered. Maryam stood back from the mirror so Wes could ogle her handywork. He had to admit, she had done a relatively good job. He looked pretty. She then shooed him to the side so she could touch up her own makeup and give Wes a few pointers. As she worked, she chattered at him about their upcoming visitor and the talk said person was to be doing at the local college. Wes admired her enthusiasm. The phone rang, interrupting their conversation. "Lori, darling, would you mind getting that for me?" "Um, sure," he stammered as he wandered out to the front room and plucked the handset from the receiver. "Hello?" "Hello? Who is this?" The background noise made it hard to understand what was being said. "I'm sorry. This is W- Lori. I'm answering for Maryam. She's touching up her makeup." "Ah. Okay, Lori. This is Charlotte. Can you tell Maryam I will meet her at the college after I get off from work? I'm running late here today." Charlotte was nearly shouting into the receiver but it was still damned hard to hear her. Wes plugged his opposite ear and listened harder. "Yes, I will tell her. Will you be late?" "No, but I will just have time to get there from work. I won't have time to come home and change first. I figured it would be really busy so I brought my suit just in case. Anyway, thanks for taking the message, Lori. I'll see you and Maryam at the college." Wes didn't have a chance to say goodbye before he heard Charlotte's end go silent. He placed the vintage receiver back on the cradle and shuffled back to the bathroom. "It was Charlotte. She said she would meet you at the college since she was going to be working late." "I knew she was going to have that problem. Too many people make special requests, especially when they find out it's close to the end of your shift." She stood from the bench and smoothed out her skirt. "Are you ready? We should head down to the meeting hall. I am sure the High Priestess will be giving a speech soon and then you can ride with me to the college." Wes nodded in agreement. Maryam snatched her jacket from the hook by the door and checked her purse for her keys. She locked the door behind her and flagged the elevator. Maryam seemed slightly rushed to get to the meeting hall as though they were late. She opened the double doors to the meeting hall and they both filtered into the crowd. Sharon was standing on a small stage area behind a podium. She flipped through a couple of pages while the women in the room milled and chatted socially. When Sharon cleared her throat, however, the women stopped chatting and turned their attention to the stage. "Good morning, ladies! It is wonderful to see all of you out and about today. Now, as you all know, we are headed to the university today to hear the motivational speech given by one of the most influential women of our time. She has agreed to take time out of her schedule after her speaking engagement to meet with us here at the commune and answer our questions. While I would invite all of you to attend the speech, I understand many of you have business to attend to. This will not be held against you. However, I do expect each and every one of you to attend tonight's seminar. I am sure, though, that none of you would miss it. "The travel arrangements have been made for the busses to pick us up. I do know that many of you have other plans and must travel yourselves. If this is the case, please travel safely. We will see you at the conference. You are dismissed." Sharon exited the stage. Maryam pulled Wes's arm. "Come on, we have to head out before the busses are loaded, otherwise we won't get good seats. My car is parked around the back." She looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before heading up the opposite side of the stage Sharon had exited and out a steel door. They immerged from the building into an alleyway. Maryam hurried up the alley and clicked the button on her keys. Wes heard an engine start. The lights on a black Gallant flicked on and Maryam skipped to the driver's side door and hopped inside. Wes smirked and climbed into the seat beside her as she drove off. ~*~*~*~*~ The college auditorium was nearly half full by the time Maryam and Wes arrived. They selected seats as close to the front as they could get and watched for members of their coven to arrive while chatting about hair and makeup and clothing. Maryam seemed to be particularly interested in poking fun at the various college students who couldn't manage to get out of their pajamas to attend. Her favorite victims were those with unkempt hair and no makeup or, alternatively, the girls who looked like what she called Gucci Whores. Wes was overall delighted with her snarkiness and while he didn't always participate, he did enjoy her commentary. It helped to pass the time rather admirably. The auditorium filled to capacity and even with the folding chairs lined in row upon row before the front row of seats there were people standing in the aisles and standing along the sides and back of the room. He was definitely curious who could have possibly been speaking to attract this many people. While there were men in attendance, Wes was sure there were more women in attendance. "Greetings, everyone! It's a pleasure to see so many students in attendance for today's lecture. Since the event was opened to the outside public, we are hosting many from the community as well. I would like to thank everyone for their attendance today. We have a very special guest, as you all know, and I won't delay her any further as she is a very busy woman. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton!" The auditorium burst into applause as the former first lady walked confidently to the podium. She smiled and nodded to those in attendance for the first moment or so and then began her thanks to quiet the attendees. She began her presentation, but Wes barely heard her speak. This couldn't possibly be the woman his mother had said was coming to visit and meet him. His mother had always been a straight laced, staunch conservative, upright model citizen. Now he was supposed to believe she was a right wing liberal Pagan priestess? He numbly turned his attention back to the stage. ~*~*~*~*~* Maryam was rattling off to the head about the different points Ms. Clinton had made in her speech, but Wes wasn't really paying attention. He ambled along behind as they made their way back to the car and wished he had never worn pumps. They were damned uncomfortable for any extended walking. He suddenly admired women a bit more, especially Maryam whom he had never seen wearing anything other than pumps. She unlocked the door and looked up at Wes with a wide smile plastered across her face. Her smile melted and she quirked her head. "Honey, are you alright?" Wes shook his head and said nothing as he climbed into the car. Maryam closed and locked the doors and touched his arm gently. "It's a bit too much, isn't it?" "A bit? A BIT too much? Damn it, a few weeks ago I thought my mother was the typical American woman. She was moral and just and proper. Now I come into this and find out my mother is nothing like I knew her to be. NOTHING." Wes balled his fists and sunk them into his lap before he hit something. Maryam patted his shoulder soothingly. "She figured this was the best way to do it. You know, the whole "when in Rome, do as the Romans" thing? She thought it would be best for you to just be inundated with all the new knowledge all at once and then you could sort through it at your leisure. Believe me, it is a lot to learn about someone, especially your mother. Having come through it myself, although not in your capacity, I have to say it took Charlotte and I a long time to reconcile our differences. I am sure it will be a LOT less time for you and your mother, Lori. Really, it's best to just accept it. It's not like you can really have it all undone. And, really, if you could... would you?" Wes thought about it for a few moments. He could go back to his life with his friends and his family and everything that was familiar and comfortable or he could be here knowing what he knew, seeing what he saw and trying to come to terms with an entirely new life that had been forced on him. He waffled. It really had been a fantasy of his to be a woman, even for a few days. He had always been fascinated with the freedom so many people exhibited and now it was sitting at his doorstep. He had a good friend in Maryam and his mother was doing what she thought was best for him. His indecision was still too great and he shrugged and sighed. "I don't know." Maryam sighed as well and nodded sadly. "I know this is a lot to take in all at once, Wes—Lori. But I am here to help you. You're alright." The engine purred as she turned the key in the ignition. "Let's go back so you can meet Hillary. She's definitely an interesting woman. I really think you'll like her and come to accept her in time." ~*~*~*~ When Wes entered Sharon's office, he was shocked to see her leaned across the arm of her reclining chair, hand in hand, with Hillary. He cleared his throat and scuffed his shoe against the floor. "Oh, Lori! I was hoping you would make it back in time!" She stood and maneuvered Wes into the chair she had been sitting in and sat beside Hillary on the loveseat. They were sitting too close to one another. Wes looked away. Sharon continued, "Hillary, this is my daughter Lori. This is who I wanted you to meet when I spoke with you last." Wes could feel Hillary's eyes as she assessed him. "He turned out rather well, didn't he? I am impressed." Sharon suppressed a squeal of delight. "I think she turned out just lovely, don't you?" "Indeed." Hillary ducked her head to catch Wes's eye. "What do you think?" "Honestly? I don't know what to think. My mother, whom I thought was normal, turns out to be some Pagan priestess in a cult of women. Then she has me kidnapped, drugged, raped and given a sex change. I mean, seriously, what would YOU think if this had happened?" Hillary nodded somberly. "Yes, I see what you mean. That was all very extreme for you, I'm sure. Has she told you about her involvement with me?" "I didn't know you were involved in this until this morning." "So she didn't tell you." "Tell me what?" "Well, this..." Hillary leaned in and kissed Sharon passionately. Wes blinked hard. "Lori, love, we've been lovers for awhile now. Ever since I met her several years ago when she returned to her former college for a speech during her husband's campaign. I chanced to talk to her and we got along very well. Since then I have been working under the covers, so to speak, with Hillary to bring about the changes she wanted to have done while Bill was in office." "So this group is more than just a Pagan coven?" "Yes, it is. We are also a political activist group." Wes rubbed his forehead wearily. "And you want me to be part of this?" "Well, yes. We really had hoped for that, especially given your prior profession." Hillary interjected, "Wes, I know this is a lot for you to handle all at once. I had figured you would have been guided into this a bit more than you were. But let me ask you something. If you could undo all of this and go back to the way you were, would you?" Wes shook his head. "I don't know. On one hand, I really like the way things are. On the other hand, I don't. I would really like to be kept in the loop. It would have been nice to have had some time to accept one thing before another was thrust upon me. It's not like I chose this." "The coven will protect you, give you a new job within the commune and you are more than welcome to come and go as you please just as long as you don't give out any information about the group or any of the goings-on here. If you did, there would be a lot of women out of jobs, homes, affordable health care and community that they so desperately need." "I don't want them out of any of those things. I just need some time to wrap my brain around it all. That's all. It was too much, too fast." "I understand completely." "I do have some questions, though. How is this place running? What protects it from the outside world? Why is everything here so different? What all do you do here? Who funds this? How can they have so many things at finger's reach? Is the government involved?" Hillary smiled and patted Wes's hand. "I fund this project. As for all of your other questions, those will all be revealed in time. Welcome to the Willendorf Project, Lori. It's good to have you on board." Ritualistic Design The table shook as the doctor pulled out two stirrups from inside the table. "One foot in each stirrup, please." He couldn't be serious. Wes looked up at him with a curious expression. The doctor's face was quite serious. He patted one of the stirrups with his hand. Wes complied, feeling very apprehensive. What in God's name was going on around here? "You aren't close enough to the end of the table. Scoot your bottom down, please." Wes scooted until the doctor gave his approval. It felt like his ass was going to drop off of the table. The doctor sat on a rolling stool and rolled between Wes's legs. One of the nurses draped a paper cloth over his legs so he couldn't see what the doctor was doing. Wes was silently glad he couldn't see what was going on. If he could, this might give him nightmares for a few months. He closed his eyes and wished for this to be over quickly. The doctor rubbed a cotton ball under Wes's balls. It was cold and Wes started. The nurses tightened their grip on his shoulders, keeping him pinned to the table. Wes winced. "Okay, now," the doctor soothed, "one quick pinch." And pinch it did. "What are you doing??" Wes yowled. The doctor stood and tossed the siringe into a sharps container under the sink and removed his gloves. "There now. All done for this month. We'll see you next month. Be sure to schedule your appointment with Maryam, Lori." He exited the room with the nurses in tow. "Lori? Why does everyone keep calling me Lori? My name is Wes!" "Do you remember what we told you yesterday about the number three?" "Uh..." Wes stammered. Maryam sighed and rolled her eyes. "The number three is sacred. Do you remember how many days you have been here?" "One. Today is two." "Yes. So by tomorrow, your name will be Lori. We just thought we would get you used to it today." Wes sat and blinked, his mind suddenly numb. Three was a sacred number. Three days and he would no longer be Wes. He would be Lori. His attention was distracted by the tingling in his genitals. "What did the doctor do to me?" "Why do you ask?" "What did he put inside of me?" "A needle." Wes was growing impatient as the tingle began to sting. "God damn it, why are my balls stinging??" "Oh. That. Well, it's probably from the injection he gave you. When I told you that yesterday was going to be the last day you would have sex as a man, I meant it. It's okay, though. It's just a local anesthetic. You should go numb very soon." "Local anesthetic for what??" The nurses strolled back into the room with a stretcher. One of them slipped a rag over his nose and mouth and he lost consciousness. ~*~*~*~*~ Again with the floating, dreaming feeling... Wes opened his eyes and blinked them into focus. White ceiling with little black dots surfed into view with dingy plastic crossbars. He ran his hand over his face and tried to sit up. Maryam grabbed his arm. "Good. You're awake. You'll need to take it easy for a few days, but it's okay because we are going to pamper you." She rolled a wheel chair beside the bed and gestured. Wes dropped one leg down and winced. "What happened? Why am I sore?" Realization hit him and he yanked his hospital gown to the side, exposing his still in tact genitals. He breathed a sigh of relief and climbed carefully out of bed to the wheel chair. Maryam laughed. "Did you think you'd lost the family jewels?" She patted the top of his head soothingly. "Don't worry. We didn't want to create permanent damage. One of these days we might allow men into our coven. Until then, you are going to be a nice little shemale." She pushed the chair out of the room and down the corridors of the hospital. "Shemale?" "Yep. While you can't do anything with it yet, we've given you a pussy under your balls. Granted while you are here with us, you will have to get a monthly injection to make sure your dick doesn't work, but it won't be a permanent thing. We might use you to sire children for the coven some day. Who knows what the high priestess has planned for you?" Maryam wheeled Wes through another set of double doors into a huge salon. "Where are we?" "The salon, silly! I told you we were going to pamper you today!" Maryam signed their names on the sign in sheet and was immediately escorted to the back and around a corner to a private suite. Inside there was a team of hair, nail and makeup artists who greeted Maryam with hugs and kisses. She gestured to Wes and pulled one of the stylists toward him. "Who is this?" he asked, standing with one hand on his hip and accenting with a lisp. "He's cute." "This is Lori and she is female." "Oh my! This is going to take more work than I thought! So we are making her a blonde. I see highlights... lots of darks and lights..." The stylist pranced around, his high heeled boots clacking incessantly at the floor, reminding Wes of a Chihuahua. "Okay, yes. I can do this!" He breathed in a dramatic breath and wheeled Wes to the stylist's chair, patting the seat. Wes stood, wincing, and sat delicately in the chair. It would have been much more comfortable to lie down as opposed to sitting. "You'll have to go easy on her, Michael. She just had surgery." "Oh my GOD, no! Oh you poor thing! Well it was nice of your sister to bring you out for a pamper day!" This guy was so flamingly gay he made Liberace look like a matchstick. Wes smiled up at him and nodded along. Maryam was NOT his sister. She was the girl who raped him. She was the girl who was ushering him through this terrible metamorphasis. But she was not his sister. He contemplated telling Boy George this but then thought it a loss cause. Two of the girls pulled stools up beside the chair and each took one of Wes's hands. They filed and buffed his nails, then applied acrylic nails followed with a thick coat of red polish. Boy George babbled on about his brother and his sister and their pets and kids and everything else. Wes tuned him out after awhile. His hair was bleached and he was given long blonde extensions. His nails were lengthened and painted. He got a pedicure. His makeup was done. At the end, he hardly recognized himself. His face, although in makeup, was still slightly masculine. More hugs and kisses were exchanged as Wes climbed back into his wheel chair and Maryam wheeled him out the door. "How do you guys have all of these people here who work with you and no one knows about what goes on down here?" "Oh, everyone knows. They just don't care." "How can they not care?" "Because we pay them large sums of money in business. Other than that, we don't bother anyone. It's a win/win situation for everyone involved." "I see." "Besides. Not everyone hates us liberal lesbians, you know? Just the conservative right wing and their fascist hatred of anything different." "Uh huh." Wes was answering so she would stop before she got started. Maryam apparently got the idea and was quiet as she wheeled him down the halls that twisted and turned down around and down. "So how do you know how to get around here?" "We just know after awhile. Call it 'divine intervention'." She laughed at her own joke. Wes wasn't amused. "So how do you expect me to get around in this place?" "Lori, my dear, you worry too much." "My name is Wes." "No it isn't. You're Lori. You had better get used to it. You can't really go around telling everyone your name is Wes when you look like a drag queen." She smirked and knelt in front of his chair. "Your name is Lori. Tomorrow you will be dedicated as Lori. At next Beltane, you will undergo the Great Rite. You are going to be a Priestess of the Temple." She stood up and looked down at him, her hands on her hips. "So what is your name?" Wes sighed heavily. "My name is Lori." "Good! See! You're catching on already!" They stopped in front of his little room cell and Maryam opened the door. "You should get some rest, Lori. It's your big day tomorrow!" Wes stood and walked inside. Lying on his cot was a large, flat box. He looked at Maryam questioningly. She smiled at him and guided him over to the bed. "This is a gift to you from the High Priestess. She said you would like it." Wes opened the box. Lying inside was a blue and black women's blazer, a pair of women's dress slacks, a blue blouse and black pumps. He raised one eyebrow skeptically. "And I bought you a little something." Maryam pulled a small box from behind her back and handed it to Wes. "Open it." He took the box and opened it. Inside was a set of silk pajamas with a robe. Wes looked up at her. "Blue is my favorite colour." "I know." Maryam headed toward the door. "Goodnight, Lori. See you tomorrow." The door closed behind her with a soft click. ~*~*~*~*~*~ "Good morning!" Maryam called as she entered the room. Wes looked up to her from his cot and nearly swallowed his tongue. She was clad in nothing except her radiant blonde beauty. Wes propped himself on one elbow as she approached. She ran a hand along his silk-clad arm. "I see you wore my present!" She was positively chipper this morning. Wes smiled in spite of himself. "Yea, I wore them. They were really comfortable." Maryam took his hand and pulled gently. "Time to get up. It's your big day!" "Big day?" "Oh, don't balk! Just do it! Come on, I'll walk you there." Wes stood and stretched, gently fingering his bandages covering his new pussy. "When do I get the bandages off?" "After it's healed. I would give it around six weeks or so. Then we can make good use of it." Maryam grinned impishly. "Now get up, lose the pajamas and come with me." Wes unbuttoned the silk covered buttons and dropped the shirt onto the bed. The pants were slipped from his waist and soon followed. He reached for the suit, but Maryam slapped his hands. "No need for that, pet. It will only get in the way. Hell, I'm naked. Just come on." She took his hands and led him out the door. The hallway was positively bustling with people today. Normally Wes and Maryam were the only people who appeared to live in the complex. Wes stared in wonder at each passerby, each and every one of them naked. He followed Maryam down the twisty-turny hallways and through a set of double doors. As his foot met the interior of the room, it sunk slightly like he was walking on a giant mattress. Throw pillows were scattered around the floor in different colours and textures. Otherwise the room was completely bare. Sitting toward the back of the room was the cloaked figure. Maryam sat beside her and gestured for Wes to sit as well. Since it was still painful to sit, he opted for lying on his belly. It was the hooded figure who spoke first. "Have you enjoyed your time here so far?" "Well, that depends on what you mean by 'enjoyed', really. I don't know where I am or if my friends and family are looking for me. I don't know what my mother is going to think of all of this, or even if I can see my family again. I have a pussy and hair and nails. I am being made to wear women's clothing and take injections so my penis doesn't work anymore. What in the hell do you have planned for me?" "You will see in just a short while. Did you like the dress I sent to you?" "It's fine." "I'm glad." She rose from her seated position and turned to Maryam. "Why don't you run along and get yourself ready for the ritual? I will go down and send in the tailors." Maryam nodded and left through a second door in the corner of the room with the High Priestess following. Wes was left alone in the room. His mind warred with itself over the things that had happened to him over the last few days. He was now a transgendered, tattooed, and rather naked- man? Woman? Thing? There was no way he could go back to work now. He could cover the tattoo and his now healing pussy, but the transformation was becoming more and more complete in his head. He was different now; a freak. Here, though, he was seen as normal. Maryam was even treating him differently now that he looked more feminine. He looked down over his naked frame, noticing how limp his penis was. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it gently. No response. His brow furrowed. He was horny. Why wasn't his dick responding? Had they given him the shot already? He gave up his futile efforts at stimulation and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. If they had wanted him to be a woman, why hadn't they given him tits? Wes ran a hand over his chest absently. At least then he would have had something to look at. He pinched his nipples, imagining they were full and supple. He imagined putting on a bra and panties, his full breasts spilling out over the cup. Wes shuddered. God that was hot. He suddenly wished he had breasts and a functional pussy. The doors opened behind him and a young woman walked through the door, a garment bag slung over her arm. Wes startled as he realized he was still pinching his nipples and sat up a bit too quickly, sending a jolt of pain up his spine from his healing pussy. The girl chuckled with a voice a bit too deep. "Don't worry, I do that to myself sometimes, too. I think everyone has done things like that every once in awhile." She looked down at Wes's crotch and smiled. "I see they've given you the equipment already. Wait until it heals. You'll love it. So when do you get your breasts?" Wes stammered a bit before answering. "I get breasts?" She laughed again. "I suppose not every woman gets breasts. You might ask for them." Wes turned red from his head to his toes. Had she known what he was thinking? He shook his head and looked over at the garment bag, asking shakily, "What is that?" The girl grinned from ear to ear. "We have your dress ready. Want to see it?" Wes nodded nervously and the girl unzipped the bag. The dress was EXQUSITE! It was completely nude in color and covered with garlands of pearls and rhinestones. The dress had a full collared neckline with a scoop and ruffles like the Civil War dresses. The skirt flowed full and long from the empire waistline. Ruffles were along each seam and the entire dress was covered in the delicate pearls and gems. Wes gasped. "Is that MINE?" The girl nodded excitedly. "We've been working on it non-stop for three days in a couple of shifts. Isn't it beautiful?" Wes nodded and touched the tightly woven tulle with his fingers. "Can I put it on?" The girl wasted no time in helping Wes slip it over his head. It reminded him of a wedding dress with the long row of tiny buttons along the back that the girl was now fastening for him. He glanced down, noticing how transparent the costume was. It excited him. "Will I be going out in this?" "You will be attending ritual. Would you like to see yourself?" Wes nodded eagerly. This was the single sexiest outfit he had ever worn in his entire life and he was dying to see what he looked like in it. The girl gestured outside of the room and two girls came in with a floor length mirror. He nearly danced across the pliant floor. The dress was beautiful and fit him like a glove. Wes turned this way and that to get a good look. The waistline ended at his ribs and tapered toward his waist. The skirt was full and flowing and shone in the light as it caught on the tiny stones set here and there throughout the fabric. His pulse quickened. The girl with the garment bag handed him a matched bra and panty set in the same nude color as his dress. He donned them quickly and eagerly with a bit of help by loosening the buttons on the back so he could wriggle into the bra. This had to be the single most erotic thing he had ever done in his life. Maryam's head appeared in the doorway she had used to exit the room. "We're ready for you." She held out her hand. Wes stepped forward and took it as she led him through the door. There was a huge room looking very much like a basement. Roughly 20 people were in a circle around a central table. The cloaked figure was standing in front of it with a dagger in her hand. Three other women were at equal spaces around the table, each in a different colored cloak. Maryam urged him onto the table and leaned him back gently. She pressed her fingers to his lips, looking deeply into his eyes. Her gaze seemed to implore him not to speak. Wes took the subtle cue and nodded slightly. His eyes followed Maryam as she took the empty position around the table. The High Priestess began to speak. "And now that our circle has been assembled, let us begin." She stepped to Wes's feet as a chant began. "Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna." The High Priestess whispered. Her whisper was joined by another of the Priestesses. "Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna." They chanted, each voice joining in the chant, then began singing in harmony. Wes could feel the surge of energy around him as the singing and chanting became more intense. Gooseflesh raised on his body at the point the song reached its apex and stopped. Wes shivered. The priestess to Wes's right began the ritual. She spoke loud and clear, her head and arms raised upward. "I ask of thee, Guardian of East, sovereign of Air: Please guard this circle and bless this rite. Bring joy and intelligence this night." She dropped her robe to the floor. It was Maryam who spoke next. "I ask of thee, Guardian of South, sovereign of Fire: Please guard this circle and bless this rite. Bring courage and willpower this night." She followed the same pattern with her head and arms raised above her body, then shed the cloak at the end of her invocation. The calling passed to the next girl. "I ask of thee, Guardian of West, sovereign of Water: Please guard this circle and bless this rite. Bring compassion and forgiveness this night." As her cloak hit the floor, Wes recognized the girl as Maryam's girlfriend. He was strangely comforted that she was there. "I ask of thee, Guardian of North, sovereign of Earth: Please guard this circle and bless this rite. Bring endurance and stability this night." The girl's cloak pooled around her feet. Each of the girls stood bare and exposed, their hands raised to the sky and their heads raised to the ceiling. The High Priestess raised her head skyward and assumed the pose the other girls had when calling the corners. Her voice rang out over the assembled. "We call to the Goddess who has many faces and many names. Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna. We ask you shower us with your presence in welcoming our new sister. Blessed be!" The High Priestess dropped her cloak. Wes gasped and jumped. He knew this woman! The rest of those congregated echoed, "Blessed Be!" The High Priestess dropped her arms. As she did, so did the girls calling the corners. They returned to the outer circle as the High Priestess turned her back toward Wes and continued her speech. "We come into this circle as women who are the ultimate power of the Goddess! So many Christians worship the God that we women had to strike an uprising! The Goddess is the mother, the maiden, the crone. She embodies each and every one of us. We all are born and become a maiden. We give birth to children and become the mother. We grow old and become the crone. Each of us is a cycle of life and each of us is the divine in flesh! Today we come together to welcome our newly embraced sister to our Coven! She will be living, working, and training with us." The Priestess turned and pulled Wes from the table by his hands. She brandished the dagger before him, pointing it into the center of his chest. "Do you enter this circle with perfect love and perfect trust?" Wes stared down into his mother's eyes. "Yes. With perfect love and perfect trust." She turned and drew a circle, pointing to each of the assembled gathered before her. "And would you rather fall upon this blade than to betray the perfect love and perfect trust of your sisters?" Ritualistic Design "I would rather thrust the blade into my own chest than to betray the perfect love and perfect trust of my sisters." "Then rise in the love of the Goddess and join with your sisters! Blessed Be!" Wes spoke with the masses as they echoed "Blessed Be!" The girls again stepped to the center of the circle where their robes still lie. They raised their heads and arms to the sky. The High Priestess did the same. They chanted together: "Thank you for your presence in our rite this night. Stay if you will, go if you must. Blessed Be!" The assembled echoed, "Blessed Be!" They broke from the circle singing the chant: "May the circle be open, but unbroken. May the peace of the Goddess be ever in your heart. Merry Meet, And Merry Part, and Merry meet again!" Wes stood and ogled his mother oddly. She said nothing as she gathered her robe and headed toward the doors leading into pillowed room. He watched her retreating figure in awe. How long had she been part of this coven? How long had she kept this a secret from him while attending services at the synagogue? A hand wrapped comfortingly around his arm. "I didn't catch your name earlier." It was the girl who had brought him the dress he was wearing. "My name's Samantha. What's yours?" Wes looked at her for a moment before responding. "My name..." He was sure as the words exited his lips, even though it sounded odd in his ears. "...is Lori."