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Goddess of the moon By Keterra Sands Copyright c 2000 by Keterra Sands all rights reserved [email protected] This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended. This story contains adult situations, describes sexual activities, and deals with changes of gender. If such material upsets you, or if it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T. This is a story of ancient powers and magic. A young man sets out to find a fortune using a 200-year-old journal and ends up with a lot more. Male to female change, R rated with sexual descriptions of masturbation, age young adult and magic. Any comments are welcome. ******************************************************* My father did not have much to say good or bad about my grandfather. They stayed out of each other's way most of the time. I think my dad blamed granddad for putting grandma in an early grave because of my grandfather's drinking, gambling and womanizing. Life is funny sometimes things don't always turn out the way you think they should. My grandfather out lived both my parents my mom died when I was very young in a car accident and cancer killed my dad when I was 14. After my dad passed away I moved in with my grandfather as my sole surviving relative. My grandfather became closer to me than my parents. Granddad had settled down a few years back and actually turned out to be a pretty good mentor for me. We had Mrs. Anderson to help with the household duties. Since my mom had passed away she had been my nanny while my dad worked. With the death of my father she stayed on with granddad and myself leaving us only on the weekends to fend for ourselves. At least the two of them got me through most of the tough times. The rest of my teenage years were thankfully normal and uneventful. I had gone off to college to earn my way in life with the money from dad's insurance policy. I had returned from spring break and celebrating my 22nd birthday when Mrs. Anderson called to let me know of my grandfather's passing. His death had happened suddenly according to Mrs. Anderson. She assured me that he had not suffered as he had passed away in his sleep. He was already in his late 80's when I went off to college so you would think I would have been prepared for his passing. He was always so full of life and did not have that withered and frail look of so many people his age, so it was hard for me to imagine him gone. I went home for the funeral and had Mrs. Johnson set up with power of attorney so that she could continue to run the place while I finished school. The following year after graduation I came home to clean up the property and put it up for sale. The property had been in our family for generations. I felt a need for a clean start from my old life. Selling the old place would be fairly easy with the development of a golf course next to our property. They had been after me to sell for awhile and with the death of my granddad I had no other reason to keep the property. Dad had provided Mrs. Anderson with enough money to live comfortably in his will and if the property sold she would receive another nice sum. Mrs. Anderson was still living on the property as a caretaker while I was at school and she greeted me at the door of the old place upon my arrival. "Hi John, I really have missed your cheerful face." As she hugged me harder than you would think from such a small framed woman. "I missed you too Katie." Giving her a kiss on the cheek "Well I have got your favorite dinner made and a cold glass of lemonade so go get yourself cleaned up." "Yes Ma'am right away. Is that an apple pie I smell?" "Yes, but it is not for you. I was baking it for the church bake sale tomorrow. So keep your hands off." She said with a twinkle in her eye. That was a game we always played. My favorite deserts were always made for someone other than me, but I always received a piece of pie or cobbler. The next morning to help keep my mind from my old memories, I finished what nature had started a few years back by tearing down the old run down cabin on the north side of our property, I should say my property. After clearing away the old planking from the collapsed roof and walls I started to remove the stones from the fireplace mantle. Under the hearth, as I lifted the flat slab with my crow bar, I had found a small tin box. There was a diary beneath the stones in the fireplace that apparently had been long forgotten. I carried the box outside and sat down on the tailgate of my truck to read what I had found. For the most part it talked about regular events that took place over two centuries ago. One area caught my attention. The journal told of how my great, great, great, great grandfather Dan Sullivan had been exploring a valley (knowing my relatives probably stealing horses or cattle) when he came over a ridge at the same time about a mile away some Indians had stepped out on a knoll. They both saw each other, Dan being a cautious man ran for the hills. After seeing the Indians and fearing for his life (like I said probably for good reason) he was going to leave this valley as fast as possible. He had just reached this fingertip shaped butte when he spotted another group of Indians coming along the ridge he was on. Like a rabbit looking for a hole he lucked out and found an opening behind a bush that he ducked into and out of sight. What he found in that cave was what I now believe to be a cache left behind by a party of conquistadors. In the dark he felt a metal helmet of some sort and a round large metal object with engraving on the surface, he also found a round coin that Dan had called a 'cob'. He waited until the next morning and with the Indians no where to be seen "hightailed it out of there". He never went back to the cave to look for those treasures. His excuse was he had some kind of nightmare during the night in the cave and said the objects were cursed. From father to his son and his son the stories had grown taller and wilder. The stories told to me by my grandfather came flooding back. My grandfather had shown me an old coin that he had worn around his neck on a leather braid when I was 8 or 9. He told me stories of lost gold, savage Indians and wild animals. Those stories had filled my childhood with hours of entertainment and adventure. I had to find that necklace and the old coin. I jumped back into the truck and drove up to the house to look for Kate. "Katie!" "Yes John, what is all the excitement?" "Do you have the box of stuff that Granddad left me?" "Yes as a matter of fact I do." "Could you bring it to me?" "Yes. Now stop tracking mud all over my kitchen and sit down while I go get your granddad's box." I went back to the door and took my boots off. Back at the kitchen table I set the tin box with the diary on the table. "Here it is. Now tell me what is all the excitement about." "I found this journal under the hearth stone in the old cabin. It says something about that old coin granddad use to wear." "I remember. I think you will find it in this box. So what is all the fuss about?" "Remember granddad's stories of Indians and gold treasures?" "Now John you aren't serious. Those stories were just that, stories." "I am not so sure Kate, I want to check this out, there is a map in the diary. If the coin confirms my suspicions I am going on a little expedition." "What about your plans to sell this place?" " You still have power of attorney from when granddad died. If anybody makes an offer you can act in my behalf until I get back. Besides you can stay here while I am gone and help sell the place." "You have your granddad's sense of adventure. I just hope you know what you are getting into." She said shaking her head at me. I checked out the necklace and according to my research it was a Spanish cob or coin made of silver that was stamped in Mexico sometime in the 1500's. There were also several Spanish expeditions that had been exploring near the area outlined by the map in Dan's journal. That added some authenticity to the journal and my grandfather's stories. I poured over maps of the area described in the diary. I felt sure I had found the right area and was glad to see it was still a wilderness. My imagination had taken a firm grip on me and I was determined to have an adventure and possibly find a fortune in treasure. I had gone shopping for the latest in camping technology and packed as light as I could for my trip. Freeze dried foods, popup tent, light compact sleeping bag, and space age stove, cooking gear and a very comfortable backpack. With everything packed and ready, I said my goodbye to Kate and she wished me luck. Looking out over the valley that spread out before me, I realized just how far from the civilized world I had come. There were no roads here, just streams cutting their way down the hillsides and occasional animal trails that crisscrossed the mountainside disappearing in a tangle of bushes and branches. I was on foot. I had seen my last road two weeks ago and it has been over a week since I had seen some evidence of another living person. I was extremely pleased with that fact. Not because I was one of those kooks who were antisocial or hated the world, it just meant the chances of somebody finding what my father and my father's father had whispered about was still here. I knew I was close. My great, great, great, grandfather's map was still accurate in pointing our major landmarks. Shading my eyes from the late afternoon sun I could just make out a rock butte like a sole finger pointing skyward. That by it's self was not unusual for this area of the country but if I was correct and had read the keys properly somewhere around the base of that rock pillar was my goal. I was still about a half a day's hike away from the rock so I decided to set up camp for the night. I may be crazy, but I was not foolish and did not want to chance an injury in the dark. After a meal of reconstituted stew I decided to go to bed so I could get an early start in the morning. The thin half moon did not provide enough light so I used my lantern to get ready for bed. A few minutes after slipping inside my soft sleeping bag I was very comfortable. I though the excitement of tomorrow would keep me awake but I fell quickly into a deep sleep. The stars over head were no match for the white brightness of the moon. The night air was warm, humid and filled with the scent of tropical flowers. I looked up a series of steps cut sharply from stone. On the upper most step, there was a beautiful woman with a large headdress of an unusual shape and color. Her black hair was braided and tossed about her back and shoulders as she swayed to the rhythm of the drums. I could hear her chanting as she moved. I knew I was dreaming and smiled to myself for eating and going right to bed, that always gave me unusual dreams and this was no exception. My attention was brought back to my vision by the drums pounding faster. I watched intently as the woman before me appeared about to conclude her dance. The drums reached a frenzied beat, than stopped. The woman turned her face upwards, lifting her arms towards the full moon. With a deliberate motion she brought her arms down, turned held her open palm to me as of to ward me off and looked right at me making eye contact. That gave me a shiver. I awoke from the dream with a gasp not realizing that I had been holding my breath. Rubbing my eyes I looked at luminous dials of my watch it was after midnight. Pulling the sleeping bag back over my shoulders I snuggled down into the bag and let the sounds of cricket's lull me back to sleep. As the morning wore on, the dream faded from my mind. I was working up a sweat climbing up the hill. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath and contemplate the route I was going to take to the rock butte. It was a very nice day. The sky was blue overhead with a few wisps of clouds, I knew in another hour the sun was going to really heat up this side of valley. I just hoped I would be on top by then. I reached the finger of rock just before noon. It was really warm out and I had been sweating profusely by the time I had reached the rock. I took advantage of the water I had hauled up here and sat down to cool off and catch my breath. I hoped this was going to be easy but I had my doubts. Over two hundred years ago one of my relatives had hidden in a cave and I am quite sure the Indians had searched for him. Dan's journal is a testament to that fact he was alive to tell the story. The cave would not be easy to find. After setting up camp I proceeded to walk around the entire base of the rock looking for a possible opening with no luck. There were some areas of the rock that were hard to get to and the terrain was very uneven. As I walked around the rock for the second time I started to think about why the conquistadors had left behind their armor in a country that they felt was very dangerous. I also tried to think of where I would hide if Indians were chasing me. I had to take into account the changes that might of occurred in over a 200 years, rockslides, rain and wind could have covered the opening. I had brought a collapsible shovel with me that I hoped I would not have to use. The second time around produced no more results than the first time except now I was hungry. Stopping for dinner I noticed how beautiful the sunset was and felt that even if I did not find the cave that the trip was worth the trouble just to see the country I was in. The sky was still clear with a hint of stars just appearing. The moon would be up again tonight. With dinner finished I sipped from my flask of peppermint schnapps and started to read the journal again to see if I could glean any more clues as to the where the opening of the cave was. I fell asleep some time after dark and the moon had risen high in the night sky. When I awoke the next morning I was very sore and a little cranky from a not so restful night sleep. I did not remember dreaming, but had waked with a feeling of nervous tension that I could not explain. I passed it off as paranoia I had been alone now for almost 3 weeks. I made a quick breakfast and with my shovel over my shoulder guiltily started off for the rock base without cleaning my pots and dishes. I had planned to mark off a section and carefully cover each area inch by inch. This morning I was having a hard time concentrating. Hung over from the schnapps I was wandering around without following my plan from last night. Having walked past a few areas that had looked interesting the day before, I ended up in an area that I had completely missed. It was a depression in the ground that when you stood back and looked was almost invisible. Down in the depression and against the wall was a pile of tumbleweeds and bushes. I hurried down, with a premonition that this was the spot. The excitement had faded some after what seemed like hours of moving tumbleweeds and branches. Finally I could see the opening just behind a dead bush which I pulled out by the roots. I had found the opening of what I hoped was the cave. Enlarging the opening with my hands and shovel until I felt I could safely enter. Extending the flashlight in front of me, checking first for poisonous snakes, I crawled through the opening into the cave. Adjusting the beam of my flashlight to a wide angle I moved the light to my right. Against one wall there was a helmet and breastplate just like my great grandfather had described in his journal. I could make out a depression in the sand where someone had knelt near the opening and built a small fire. There were also some small footprints towards the back of the cave. I was sure my relative had started the fire. I did not know to whom the footprints belonged to. They were too small to have belonged to the Spaniard or Dan. Looking around the cave I realized it was just a shallow opening that only extended back about 16 feet. Approaching the back of cave I noticed the a small edge or corner of wood with a piece of cloth or leather sticking up out of the sand. Carefully brushing away the sand I uncovered a small box. The lid was open and the material was partially exposed. There were a small handful of coins in what appeared to be a bag that had fallen apart. If the date from granddad's coin was correct the box and armor had been here in this cave for as much as 450 years. Along with the coins there was an object wrapped in oiled leather. Unwrapping the object carefully; I exposed a small section of a beautifully carved light green stone. I replaced the wrapping carefully and pushed my finding in front of me as I crawled through the opening back out into the sunlight; I had to see my discoveries in the light of day. While my eyes adjusted to the sunlight I noticed the lateness of the day. In my excitement I had lost track of time. The examination of my findings would have to wait. Before heading back to camp I made a marker of piled stones holding aloft my red bandana tied to a stick. I did not want to lose what I had just found by being careless. I was very pleased with myself, giddy with the excitement of discovery; I almost skipped back to my campsite. I didn't even mind cleaning my pots and dishes. The food had dried and the sand made quick work of the mess. With dinner on I carefully laid out my findings on a soft chamois that I had brought just for this purpose. The silver coins were one short of a dozen although tarnished they appeared to be in very good condition. Unwrapping the stone piece. I revealed the carving of a woman wearing a headdress made of what looked like gold with embedded jewels. I instantly recognized her for a representation of the woman in my dream from a few nights ago. The stone itself looked like jade with a red powdery material that was in the deep grooves of the carving that almost reminded me of blood. The woman was in a sitting position and appeared to be holding a small animal in her lap. This was obviously a very valuable piece. Having done some research about the Spanish during the time period of my grandfather's coin, I could not help but read some about the Mayans. This carving appeared to be of the moon goddess with one subtle difference; she did not have the sloping forehead of the other carvings I had seen pictures of. Maybe this piece was from an earlier time than the other pieces I had seen. Considering the Mayan civilization had lasted over a 1000 years there was certainly room for some variance. Mayans believed strongly that women held the power of the moon and creation. According to the story I had read men were not allowed to participate in those ceremonies involving moon worship. While I ate my dinner I continued to study my findings, almost entranced with the glint and glimmer from the headdress of the small statue. Tracing with my eyes the carved lines and swirls of the headdress, I was deep in thought dreams are usually triggered by a prior memory possibly something I had seen or read somewhere. I suddenly became aware of wetness seeping though my pants. Jumping up, stew was all down my butt and leg from a pan I knocked over accidentally. "Just great, my best pair of pants. You big dummy. " As I spoke a jack rabbit that was in the brush about 15 feet away sprang away with a start. That was strange, I thought to myself why hadn't I scared the animal away earlier while I was cooking dinner. I grabbed 2 pans and quickly banged them together to make sure there was nothing else hiding close by. When nothing else appeared I chuckled to myself, " I really am getting spooked. Just settle down your acting crazy." With that comment spoken out loud I shook my head. Now I am talking to myself. Stripping my pants off and throwing them over a nearby rock, I cleaned up the spill as best I could, tossing the dirty sand away from the campsite to keep the ants away. The night was extremely warm. With my pants already off and feeling a little wild I proceeded to strip myself naked. Who was going to see me? I don't know where the idea came from but the feeling of freedom was exciting. I didn't feel like sleeping inside the tent but didn't feel completely safe on the open ground so I left the tent front open, facing towards the fire. Besides I could study my treasures with my tent door open and sleep on top of my sleeping bag. I slid the chamois beside me just inside the tent opening. I compared the coins to the one I now wore around my neck with a magnifying glass. They were in better shape then the one I was wearing but they had the same marking. I placed the coins inside a whiskey bottle sock to keep them safe. On a whim I left the statue out and stared at its beauty with my head resting in the crook of my elbow. The moon had risen and was visible from my tent doorway. A warm breeze was stirring the hair on my head and arms. I felt so relaxed and comfortable the stress over with my finding the cave and its contents. I could not keep my eyes open I drifted off to sleep. I was back at the steps, naked this time. The woman I had seen before in my dreams was ascending the steps. The drums were there quietly pounding their rhythm. The moon was full. The feeling of power in the air was like an electric current causing the hair on my arms and neck to stand on end. I knew this was the same dream only this time it seemed even more real. The moon goddess, for now I knew who she was from the statue, reached the last step and turned. Standing on each of the steps on either side were women naked in the moonlight. I don't know what possessed me to do what I did next. The full moon. Chasing away the boogey man. The reflex of fight instead of flee. Whatever the reason, I looked up at the goddess silhouetted by the full moon and yelled aloud charging up the steps. With a flash of her eyes I was frozen in place. I could not move a muscle all I could do was breath. The women standing on the steps grabbed me by my arms. Holding me so that I could not take my eyes from the goddess above me. My eyes unblinking were starting to tear as I watched her continue the ceremony. I noticed that this time the gems in her headdress started to brighten and gleam. Seeming to emit a faint light. A purple aura was forming around moon goddess as she danced. Pink sparks streamed from her fingertips to the ground and surrounding air. The music reached a climax and like before she turned towards me. The eye contact I feared and expected was there again. The difference this time was the voice. "You were warned. You are impure. By your actions you have made your wish." With that a tremendous build up of energy crackled from her fingers, bursting over me. Expecting pain I was surprised by the energy as it struck me. Only slightly uncomfortable my body was warm. The women holding me released me and I went to my knees on the steps. I felt my body released and I could move and blink again. The sensations still overpowered my will to move. My skin crawling with the charge. I could see a pink light, rippling just under my skin reminding of when I was younger and had held a flashlight to my hand to see the light between my fingers. The pink charge of light caused the hair to burn off my legs, arms and body without burning the skin. There was a deeper change occurring as I felt a tightness that I could feel in my bones and muscles. I could feel myself getting smaller shrinking from my 6' height. The sensation of shrinking ended a few moments later as before my eyes I could see my hands and feet change to a very slender and delicate form. A sensation of swelling in my hips and a shift of weight to my chest brought my hands up I had breasts. With this change my sluggish brain realized what was happening, I was turning into a woman. That was how I would become pure. The memory flashing back to the fact that men were not allowed to participate in the worship of the moon. I had unwittingly trigged a powerful magic by handling the statue. I felt tremendous pressure at my groin and stomach that caused me to pass out on the steps. I awoke groggily the next morning with a stone poking my face. During the night I had partially crawled out of the tent and found myself face down on the bare ground. I slowly stood up and brushed off the sand and small stones that had pressed into my skin while a slept. I had not changed. Was I losing my mind? I have always been a light sleeper. How could this happen without me waking up? Awareness returned gradually and with it the memory of last night's vivid dream. I quickly looked around to see if I had damaged the statue while I slept. The figure was lying on its side still on the chamois. With heart thumping in my chest I pulled the corners of the chamois over the statue, without touching the figure I carefully placed it in my pack. Calm down there as got to be a logical explanation for what is happening to me. Still naked I sat down on my sleeping bag to figure this out. Looking at my arms, legs, and body I could see I was just as hairy as ever. Pulling my signal mirror out I checked my face. OK, that's me and wiped the mud off my chin from drooling in my sleep. I smiled to myself with a sense of relief. At least it was a dream. I had not eaten any wild mushrooms or supplemented anything else to my meals lately. My food was ruled out, as I had only eaten from my pack supplies. Water I had not been drinking enough water. Yesterday in my excitement I had overlooked the fact that I had not been sweating while working in the heat and my mouth now seemed dry. With all my precautions I had forgotten a basic survival principle make sure to drink water. Lack of or diminished sweat, lack of thirst, confused thinking, sore muscles, cramps, stomach pain and hallucinations. Ticking off the symptoms, I felt better, at least I was not going nuts. I also realized the seriousness of my situation. All were symptoms of dehydration. I needed water to drink and rest. I was going to have to take it easy today. I dressed in shorts, tee shirt, boots and my cap. About 2 hours later I was back at my campsite with a supply of fresh water to drink. There was a stream just east of the camp that was running with snowmelt from the last few days of warmth. I had taken several small drinks at the stream and now sat down to sip from my canteen. I was starting to feel a little bit better. Since I was taking the day off I mixed up some scramble eggs with bacon bits and mixed some powdered orange juice to drink. I took my time eating but could not finish my lavish meal, but I was very thirsty. I finished off the juice and the canteen before noon. I dug a plastic collapsible container out of my pack that would hold a gallon and along with my canteen I would have at least a gallon and a half. My second trip for water was quicker. Hopefully that would last me for the day. It did not. I made one more trip before nightfall, in fact I was thinking that tomorrow I would move my camp closer to the stream. I had almost finished off 3 gallons of water in one day. Around noon I had my first urination and bowel movement, which I thought was a good sign that I would be ok. By that evening I was not so sure, I had gone to the bathroom so many times I lost count. I felt warm to my touch. Looking in the mirror again I noticed a flush to my cheeks. I was feeling tired but was not looking forward to going to bed, dreading to have my dream again. I did stay up as long as I could, but eventually fell asleep. This time I did not dream. The next morning I was still feeling weak and had to take my time packing up my camp and moving the campsite to the stream. The walk to the cave would be further but in my condition the stream location was better for me. Wearing only my shorts I cut one of my shirts up to wash myself with. I had run out of toilet paper yesterday and was not into using leaves to wipe with. After the move I was so weak and tired I spent the day in my tent. I was very weak for the next few days. My routine was sleep, drink, and a trip to the bathroom and then sleep. I was always thirsty and at times I would try to eat, but I could not keep my food down. On the morning of the fourth day I woke up feeling better. I was hungry and my bowels had slowed down finally. Whatever bug or problem I had, seemed to have passed. I was still weak but was not feeling exhausted. I had long since soiled my underwear beyond use. Pulling on my shorts I noticed the waist was way to large and my belt would not tighten enough to keep them up so I cut a piece of rope to tie through the belt lopes to hold my shorts up. Wow that was a crash diet I do not want to repeat. When I sat down to eat my instant oatmeal I noticed quite a few short hairs in my cereal. Putting the food aside I carefully rubbed first one arm than the other than my legs and watched the hair fall away, leaving behind smooth soft skin. In shock I walked to where the stream gathered into a pool and studied my reflection. I was not sure but I seemed to be shorter. My arms and legs had lost the carved definition of muscle I had before my sickness. There was definitely the hint of the curves in my shoulders and legs. My hair normally just a few inches in length had noticeably grown over my ears and down my neck. The shorts hanging off my hips displayed a bare waist that definitely curved inward. My chest itched and has I rubbed and scratched my pectorals the hair fell away. After a few minutes of vigorous scratching I had unsweatered my chest. I had last seen my chest hairless when I was 14 years old. My chest now displayed very visible nipples that were inflated and puffy. In a panic I grabbed my crotch and quickly pulling the rope loose unzipped the shorts. In shock I slumped down at the stream bank my penis was still there but much smaller and my balls were the size of small grapes. The dream she was doing this. I did not know how, but I was changing into a woman. Why was this affecting me and not my great, great, great, great grandfather? He had said something about a nightmare, but did not mention the statue and he would have if he had seen it. I had handled the statue and I had to assume so had the Spaniard. I had to go to the cave for more clues as to what was happening to me and possibly reverse this curse. Pulling my tee shirt on I noticed my breasts were starting to show. Blushing with sudden modesty I quickly prepared for the trip. The sun was directly overhead when I arrived at my stone and red bandana marker. The area was undisturbed and I used my shovel to work at enlarging the opening into the cave. With the opening larger I could take the armor out of the cave and examine it more closely in the sunlight. I still was very weak and the work took longer than I had anticipated. By 3pm I had dragged the heavy breastplate out into the sunlight. The workmanship was impressive but revealed no new information other than this conquistador was much stronger than me. To have worn this armor all the way from Mexico and then up this hill he had been one tough character. Going into the cave to retrieve the helmet I noticed the small footprints. It only took a moment to realize that if the Spaniard had suffered the same curse and had turned into a woman he would not have been able to carry the armor in fact he would have been in serious trouble. 5 days had passed since the last dream and I looked like a young teenage girl as far as physical developments the only difference was I still had some semblance of my male equipment. He couldn't have been as far along as I was or he could not have carried the armor up the hill. I sifted sand in the cave and found a buckle to a belt, an old pair of leather boots that were almost unrecognizable and a few shreds of clothing. I had still had no idea what I was going to do. I did realize, that I had better think about going home, before I was so weak I could not carry my supplies. I pushed the chest armor back into the protection of the cave and gathered up the helmet and few items I had found and headed back to camp. Tired from my exertions I fixed a light dinner and sat down by my fire to think. I laid my folded sleeping bag against a log near the fire and leaned back stretching my tired body. Before long I was asleep and again I was dreaming. The dream had the same quality as before, instead of the steps I was in open country, stars were out and not unexpectedly the moon was visible. I could see the goddess on a small hill near where I was standing. With my attention now on her she turned and stepped over the hill out of sight. Looking around I noticed the rock butte marking the cave off in the distance. I was somewhere on the other side of the valley. I started toward the hill where I had last seen her. As I approached the top of the hill I could just see the flicker of a fire through the brush. Stepping carefully around the brush to see the source of the fire I was nearly run over by a man wearing the armor I had found in the cave. I tensed for the collision, which never happened. He passed right through me without stopping. He was carrying a small wooden case I recognized held the statue. He continued on his course without even pausing. He had not seen me. Looking back to where he had come from there was the beginning of a commotion. No longer afraid of detection I moved down to the Spaniard's camp. In the firelight I could see men running after the horses that were loose and running off into the night. Off to the side I could see a woman tethered against a tree. Her clothing was torn and revealed a portion of her shoulder and more of her breasts then she would have wanted in front of all these men. There was an ugly purple bruise on her upper arm. She could easily have been one of the women on the steps with the moon goddess. She had a smile of satisfaction as she looked at an open wooden chest that was lying on the ground next to her. She looked up surveying the confusion of the camp and then turned to look directly at me with a knowing smile. She nodded her head in acknowledgement. She could see me while the others could not. Obviously I was witnessing the theft of the statue and from the look on the priestess face something she had expected and wanted. The scene shifted with suddenness, back to the ridge near the cave's entrance. I felt that there was a time difference it was still at night only brighter. I located the moon to confirm my suspicion and indeed the moon was fuller than on the hillside where I had witnessed the robbery. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flicker of movement. Again the moon goddess was there near the cave opening and this time she faded from sight. She was showing me what had happened in answer to my questions. I walked to the lip leading down to the cave's entrance and saw the Spaniard's sleeping form on top of a blanket naked. There was an almost a violet phosphorescent glow that was coming from his body. He tossed his arms about fighting something in his sleep. I felt I knew what he was fighting and knew also that he was going to lose. Already his body showed signs of the changes I had experienced. He had hidden here from his fellow countrymen hoping to cash in on his stolen treasure and had brought this curse upon himself. Walking back to the ridge I looked for the campfire that would have been evident if his pursuers were still near. He was alone and changing into a woman. Another shift, it was early morning. I was by the stream my campsite was not visible. I crouched out of sight in reflex. Near the trees I spotted several Indian men, they were intent on something in the bushes by the stream. I slowly stood; I was just an observer here in this dream. Besides they would have already seen me as I was standing in plain sight. Suddenly they pounced, out of the brush they dragged a woman. As she struggled in her horror the blanket she had used to cover herself with fell away. I knew that this was the Spanish soldier from the cave. She was beautiful; an Indian brave held her in place by her long black hair. Her brown eyes framed by long dark lashes flashed in fury. One of the Indians grabbed one of her full breasts and squeezed until she screamed. With her head hanging they laughingly proceeded to bind her hands and tie a short piece of leather around each of her ankles to restrict her movement. Feeling sick to my stomach I knew what the fate of the Spaniard would be. Undoubtedly she would be brought back to the village as a trophy and raped.I felt a presence beside me. Standing next to me was the high priestess as she looked at this scene before us. The look on her face told me everything I needed to know. This Spaniard had raped her and this was her revenge. Unexpectedly she tenderly touched my arm. I awoke with a start, my fire was out and I was chilled. Pulling my sleeping bag around me I noticed the moon was almost full overhead. With the approaching full moon I knew her power increased and my changes would reach their inevitable conclusion. I would become a woman. I knew I would be considered pure when my changes were complete. I had somehow passed a test and with her touch this knowledge was imparted to me. With this touch she had also shown me my future course of action. I would not be harmed as I had not harmed her or any of her worshippers. I had not heeded the warnings and had not shown the proper respect for her power. Big mistake and one I would now pay the rest of my life for. Somehow I knew that Kate back home would understand and help me with my new life. Over the next few nights the changes I had once dreaded became complete. My last night as a man the moon was at its fullest and seemed close enough touch. I had lain on my sleeping bag naked under the night sky, as I wanted to experience the change. When the moon reached it's zenith the moon's rays seemed to have small particles in them and these drifted down on my naked body. Upon contact with my skin they melted like snow and were absorbed though my skin. As my skin absorbed more of this moon dust I could feel a growing power in my lower stomach and groin. I was also feeling an increased feeling of pleasure that was definitely sexual in nature. I was trying not to move and remained relaxed but the sensations of my body being caressed were almost becoming too much to accept. When I had reached the point I felt I would scream these feeling crashed over the top like a wave hitting the shore. My body was in the throws of passion unlike any thing I had experienced before. My nipples were hot from need and my hands of their own volition went to my lower region and dipped into my now wet opening like a bee to honey. I was very aware that I was now a woman and could not stop even if I had wanted to, the pleasure was fantastic. Later after several what I could only call orgasms my body fell into a relaxed and peaceful sleep. The next morning I examined myself below and confirmed what I already knew I was a woman. Looking in my mirror I thanked the goddess that I was very beautiful. My clothing did not fit and that helped lightened my pack considerably. Making myself a pair of chaps to protect my smooth and delicate legs. I cut the pants legs off of my old pants. The shorts worked with the rope pulled tight and the tee shirt that hung to my knees was tied about my waist. I had covered the opening of the cave with the tumbleweeds and my stone marker was still in place less the bandana. I needed my bandana back to tie my long hair out of my face besides I did not want to advertise where the cave was. I might come back later for the armor for now I had my coins, the helmet and the goddess carefully wrapped in my pack. I had just made the road I had last seen weeks before and was cheerfully hiking along when a ranger pulled up beside me in her truck. "Hi, you look like you could use a ride?" "That would be nice. I think I have had enough wilderness to last me for awhile. I am ready to go home. A nice bath sounds good right now and real food sounds pretty good to." "You by yourself?" "Yes, I can take care of myself if that's what you mean." "I'm sorry I was not trying to offend you." "Ok no problem. Is Winston out of your way? That is where I left my truck." "Sure not that far out of my way hop in." The end