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I'd originally intended to make this story a lot shorter, but after several problems at the start, the story just seemed to demand being made longer. I know that even more could be added at the end, but I decided to leave it where it was for now. 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. 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