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A Greek Legend by Sylvia Wechsel I was always fascinated by Greek mythology. Stories about gods, demi-gods, monsters and heroes followed me and kept my imagination busy since my childhood. Being "a lazy bum" as my mother used to say, I had plenty of time to dedicate to this hobby. In fact, I was "a lucky lazy bum" since an uncle had passed away some years before, leaving me with about DM500,000.00 in a bank account. I was not properly rich, but needed not to have a job either, so I spent my days sleeping until almost it was lunch time and increasing my collection of books, illustrations and small objects about the Greek myths. For those who asked, I said I was a "B?rse" investor, which meant that some employee of the bank administered my investments and that I cashed a part of the interests each month. I was not alone in this interest about ancient Greek matters. Phillip was a friend on mine who also loved Greek mythology. Being the owner of an antiquity and old book shop (inherited, of course) he had broad access to the artifacts we both loved and about so much free time to dedicate to them. Even the fact that he was a hardcore homosexual (the kind that goes every year to the Love Parade in K?ln, dressed as Scheherazade) did not disturb our friendship. Once Phillip disappeared for a certain amount of days. This was not properly strange, since he had already gone to "field trips" before (saying he would acquire goods for his shop, but I suspected it was mostly an excuse to practice sex tourism in Southeast Asia). What really worried me was the phone call I receive from him after he returned: -"Richard, come to my shop today, after the working hours." -"Hello Phillip, how was your trip?" I asked in return, ignoring his request. -"What do you want to say to me? Can?t you give me a hint?" -"I cannot say it in the telephone, please come here today!" -"Knock three times at the door and I will open to you," he completed. He disconnected after that leaving me with many unanswered questions. I found this behavior quite strange, but it was not the first time that Phillip exaggerated about some artifact he had acquired in his trips. As I told you above, I had plenty of time and I decided to amuse me and do as my friend asked. After that I continued doing what I had done before Phillips call, that is, absolutely nothing. Latter that day I went to Phillip?s shop and did what he asked, knocked three times at his door. I thought that maybe this was some kind of prank and that I would find Phillip laughing in his apartment, comfortably watching the "Abendjournal." I was taken out of these daydreams by a voice at the other side of the door (Phillip): -"Richard, is that you?" -"No, it is Santa Claus, open this damn door!" I answered irritated. He unlocked the door and asked me to quickly enter, locking the door behind me. I was already tired of this 007 atmosphere. He took a small artifact over his balcony, a ring, and gave to me, saying: -"What do you think about this?" I examined the ring. Suddenly my respect for Phillip?s fears grew. It was a bronze ring of irregular shape, I thought "if it dated from the Greek bronze age, this would be worth a fortune!" I continued my exam. The upper part of the ring had a flat area and in this flat area one could see a bass relief showing three female figures joined by what seemed to be some kind of rope. The image was already worn out, but the allusion to the myth of the Moirae was evident. I returned the ring to Phillip and said with all my Germanic coldness: -"Niece piece, is this really a bronze age ring?" He ignored my question and said: -"This ring is magic!" This took me by surprise, I answered: -"Phillip! You are already a grown up, you should not believe in fairy tales anymore!" -"It is true, I tested it myself!" I tried to remains serious, having a hard time not to laugh, and let my friend explain, what was the "magic" about the ring. He told that whoever put that ring in his hand would be transported to the magic world of the Greek legends and would be the main character in it, coming back to the real world only when the legend consummated (that is, finished). He told more, saying the if you put the ring in your right hand you would live the legend as a male character, while putting in the left hand would make you live the legend as a female character. He finished this bullshit saying: -"People says that this ring belonged to Homer, himself, that is how he wrote the Iliad and the Odyssey." Then he described his own "experiments" saying that he tested the ring twice in the right hand, the first time experimenting the death of Hector as Achilles, and the second time conquering the Golden Fleece as Jason. The third time he tried in the left hand and lived the legend of the birth of Aphrodite as the goddess herself, then he said with tears in his eyes: -"You cannot imagine how it is to be formed from the foam of the waves and rising from the sea as the most beautiful woman in the universe." Sure I could imagine what effect this kind of fantasy would have over my friend. Hearing all that, and considering whether it would be a case for a psychiatrist, I asked him: -"What do you want me to do with this ring?" -"I must be sure that I am not crazy, I want you to test the ring for me." I was happy to see that my friend at least considered the possibility that he was delusional and I promised to do as he asked. He gave me the ring and I went home. He said to me that I should do the experiment in a controlled environment, since the transition between the two worlds could be rather violent. I went home, undressed as Phillip had recommended (he said that at the first experiment he did put the ring with his clothes on, arriving at a battle using them, that is, without an armor, it was a luck that he was in Achilles skin, or else he would be slaughtered right on the place). I considered not doing this and just say to Phillip that the experiment failed, but then decided to put the ring in my finger, being sure that nothing would happen. I picked up the ring with my right hand and put it in my left annular finger and immediately felt dizzy ... suddenly all went black. I was naked and barefoot in a forest. I could not see a thing, but "sensed" that it was a forest and felt the fallen leaves under my feet. I concluded it was a temperate forest in fall (what was surprising, since we were in the middle of Summer in the "real" world). Since Phillip?s "delusion" was clearly true, I had to believe that I had been somehow transported to (mythical) Greece. My body felt strange, but I did not found the reason for that feeling at that time. When my eyes adapted to the darkness I noticed it was not so complete after all and that in some spots the moonshine went through the tree leaves. I walked fast between the trees, surprisingly not hitting anything in my way, until I reached the shore of a small lake. It was about 100 m in diameter and quite calm, since there was no wind that night. The Full Moon allowed me to see something and then I felt my blond hair slipping from my shoulder, "my hair!?", I thought, I did not have long blond hair! My hair had always been short and dark! Suddenly I realized what was the origin of that strangeness: I was a woman, with large breasts and butt. I explored my genital area with my fingers and found the characteristic lips surrounding the opening of a vagina. I looked at my reflection in the lake and saw a beautiful young lady. Only then I remembered what Phillip told about which hand I should put the ring on. My error was due to my disbelief in Phillip?s story and so I did not pay attention to that point. After some time I realized this error was not so bad, after all, since I would later, after I discovered the ring was real of course, want to explore this possibility too. After all, I was stuck in this body until the legend consummated. I decided to forget the gender change and to enjoy the different feelings. As I went away from the forest towards the lake I noticed something else: I could " sense" the trees. I payed more attention to this feeling and noticed that I could feel each tree individually, from the small bushes to the high trees. I noticed also that the trees interacted with me, changing their "mood" when they realized that I was sensing them. I was communicating with the trees! Understand me right, it was not like they "spoke" to me. It was more like a little dog, which waves his tail to tell that he likes us. I sensed this as something like a "color" and the color of the trees changed to brighter and warmer "colors" as I interacted with them. It was inebriating! I started running along the edge of the forest feeling this symphony of good feelings. At a given moment I noticed a tall tree which seemed to shine in a bright white color. I could not resist, I went there and embraced the high tree. After that I managed to separate from the trees and to return to the border of the lake. I needed to understand in which legend I had landed. First I thought about Artemis or Atalanta, who used to walk naked in the forests, but these characters had clear huntress attributes and I had no weapon with me. I concluded, therefore, that I was a Nymph, more specifically, a Hamadryad, or a Nymph of the High Trees. I was concentrated in these thoughts when I noticed a change in the mood of the trees on the other side of the lake. The feelings they transmitted to me were translated by my "tree sense" as "Attention, Danger!." I looked to that point and noticed something moving between the trees. I could not say what it was, but it was surely monstrous. That instinctively frightened me and I started running, entering again in the forest. The "thing" on the other side of the lake started chasing me. He was faster than me, but the trees helped me, going out of my way when I passed and blocking his way as he tried to reach me. We kept in this hunting for about half an hour, until I made my worse decision ever. I entered in a clearance spot in the forest, thinking that I could run faster without the trees. With the absence of the obstacles, however, he soon reached me and threw me with violence to the ground. I felt about 5 meters ahead of him and protected me with my right arm, which got hurt. I turned myself toward him and had a partial view of my pursuer for the first time. He was tall, sure had more than 2 m of height. He was naked above the waist and used some kind of pants made of animal fur. The stranger feature was that he used some kind of stick attached to his waist. This all took only a few miliseconds, since I had no intention to have a closer look at that monster. I turned again and could stand on my feet to start running again, but he prevented that by catching my left leg and pushing me. I felt again and this time he was already over me and pinned me to the ground with his legs. Only then I realized that it was not animal fur, they were goat legs! It was also no stick, it was a huge phalus. The monster was a Satyr. I knew very well the old Greek legends to predict what would be the "consummation" of that legend: I was going to be raped! I tried to get loose, but he was too strong and I could not even move my shoulders from the place. He, then, forced my legs to open and as I noticed, for my horror, that thing was as thick as a fist and had at least 30 cm of length. I tried to fight that violence and started to scream, but it was useless. He began pressing that monstrous thing against the opening on my vagina and penetrated me at once, with violence. The pain I felt was enormous and I lost my breath. He began pumping and I started to scream louder. To my horror, however, I noticed that my body reacted to that violence in a quite disgusting way, I was getting aroused. I noticed that my legs had embraced the Satyr?s legs against my conscious will and started helping with the movement. Then I felt the orgasm taking over my body. My mind rejected that thing, but my body acted like I was a slut. He kept going on until, with a giant roar, he got his own orgasm. He kept ejaculating inside me for a long time. When he finished he left me and went away. I was free again. I tried to get on my feet, but I was too weak due to the running and to the fight against the violence I had suffered, as well as to the pain. I felt to the ground again and remained there as I was. I knew some of the Greek legends (most of them , in fact) were full of sex and violence, but I never expected it to be like that. I kept lying there, crying, with no strength to raise again, until I fell asleep. Chapter 2 - Adaptation I woke up the next day feeling a giant headache and a undefined pain in my guts. I remained as I was, meditating about that stupid nightmare I had that evening. Under the influence of Phillip?s delusions I dreamed of using that ring and being transformed into some Nymph which was raped by a monstrous Satyr. I thought, "where do our mind get munition for this kind of dream?" It was clearly very early in the morning, long before my usual wake up time so I tried to roll over, but I felt something pinning my head to the mattress. It was my hair, which was partially stuck under my body. "My hair!? Not again!", I thought. I was suddenly well awaken, in panic. I stood up, turned on the light and looked at the mirror in the closet?s door. The face of the Nymph returned my look. In despair, I started thinking how was it possible that could be real. Should not the ring return me to my body as the legend was consumed? So why was I still stuck in the Nymph?s body, although it was clear that I had returned to the real world? I needed help to understand what went wrong and to correct it, and the only person who could help me was Phillip. I was taken out of these thoughts by a pressure in the bladder. I went to the bathroom and, feeling helpless, sat in the toilet. With the urine I felt something else falling in the water, with a noise like a "ploc, ploc...." As I finished to pee I took a piece of toilet paper to clean my vagina. When I looked at the paper I noticed a kind of white-yellowish slime covering it. I stood up and saw that the whole toilet was covered with that thing. I was puzzled by that, but then I understood that it was the product of the Satyr?s ejaculation. I felt sick and started vomiting. After I had nothing more to vomit I went to my knees and began crying. Only then I noticed that my left arm was hurt. It was ALL true! After some time I recovered the control over myself and took a shower. I felt dirty both from inside and from outside. I scratched everything until my skin almost bleed and then I abandoned myself, letting the warm water run in my face and in my back. I stopped at once: I had moisten my hair! I shivered only by thinking about the complicate ritual linked to washing a long hair like the one I now possessed. An ex-girlfriend, which had hair half as long as mine, took 30 to 40 minutes only for washing, which required a large number of shampoos, conditioners, combing creams and else. I barely had a shampoo and a conditioner, the last one which I had once bought by mistake at the supermarket. I thought that now there was no other way, and continued with what I was doing. I had to use the whole shampoo bottle to wash all my hair. After I rinsed the shampoo out, I turned out the water and applied the whole bottle of conditioner. For the first time in my life I obeyed the instructions and did not rinsed out the conditioner. I hoped to minimize the effect that the absence of the creams with that. I started thinking rationally again and concluded that I was in a bad situation. I did not posses a hairbrush or a dryer and my hair would take at least two days to dry naturally. Besides that, I could not go out to the streets using my male clothes, unless I wanted to be arrested as a lunatic. As a male I was about 1.80m tall, but now I was only about 1.60m. Unless I wanted to attract attention I needed to wear more convenient (female) clothes. I reminded that my next door?s neighbor, a petite blond with body as sensual as mine, had asked me to water her plants during her three weeks vacations in the Canarias. I agreed hoping to end under her blankets. As I remembered she was about my actual height and body type (this is why I wanted to end up under her blankets). I covered my body with a towel, and was successful in building a kind of dress, like I saw many times my girlfriends do. I tried, then, to roll my wet hair with another towel, in an attempt to build a kind of turban, but did not succeed. I gave up and simply let my hair rolled in the towel. Then I went to her apartment, carefully taking both hers and my own keys ( the last thing I wanted was to get locked outside my apartment, naked). I went to the hall that separated our apartments and opened her door. I went straight to the bathroom, where I found what I needed: a hairbrush and a dryer. I found also a combing cream, which I applied just to be sure. After drying my hair I went to her sleeping room. Desolate I realized that she literally took the entire closet to her trip. The only exception was that she left a pair of high heel sandals. I experimented it and they fitted perfectly. Next I searched in the nearby dresser. The first drawer was a hit. It contained a sufficient number of panties and bras. I tested the panties and bras and my first impression was confirmed: the owner of those pieces was of my (present) size and body type. I selected a matching pair and put them on. I had seen many of my girlfriends putting bras, so it was no mystery to me that I had to close it in front of me and then to turn it 180 degrees and to put my arms inside the straps. In the second drawer I found a supplement of shorts and miniskirts. I tried one of the shorts, but got scandalized for how much it displayed from my pubic area and my butt. I decided then to chose the longest miniskirt of the collection, it was loose and went to about 10 cm over my knees, so it would not constrain my movements. The third drawer contained, as I expected, t-shirts. I selected a sort of a female looking t-shirt, which fitted nice with the miniskirt. I had no reason to try to look less feminine, especially because I did not want to call attentions to me. Finally the fourth drawer contained a collection of purses, bracelets, rings, earrings and other accessories. I selected a small purse, since these clothes came with no pocket and I had to carry money and keys with me. I decided not to try any of the other accessories, especially because I was not going to make-up and using bracelets or other things could appear dissonant. I went out of her room and entered my own. I opened my wallet and took the DM500,00 and some change I had there. I collected the items to fill the purse (money and keys) and then I remembered the ring, which I had thrown to the ground as I reminded that last night?s experience were real. I found it and put inside the purse. When I was ready I took a deep breath and went out of my room in direction to the parkway. As in most many-family houses in Germany, my neighbors did not give a damn about who got in or got out my apartment, so log I did not make noises. So I had no fear to meet someone at the stairs, but it was a relief to make all the way to the front door without meeting anyone. I went out of my building and took the path to the parkway, where I parked my car. I hesitated a bit, thinking whether it was a good idea to drive my car, since I had no documents as female and I was surely not the Richard Hoffmann of my driver?s license. I decide that the risk was worth, since the path to Phillip?s shop was short and it seemed unlikely that I would run in to some police control at that hour of the day. Initially it was hard to drive my car. Everything seemed bigger than I remembered (probably due to my shrinking act) and those sandals did not help either. I drove to Phillip?s shop and parked correctly in an allowed parking place. I did not want to receive a ticket or attract undesired attentions. I walked to the door and entered. The shop was empty. I always though how Phillip made money, since I never saw a single customer inside his shop. I suspected that he was involved in smuggling archaeological treasures and that his shop was merely a money laundry, but never wanted to be sure, since I did not want to loose the friend. He came from the back of the shop and asked: -"How can I serve you, madam?" -"Phillip, it?s me, Richard!" I answered, this heard ridiculous with my new voice. -"Is that some kind of joke?" he asked suspicious. I remembered the ring, which I took out of my purse and gave to him. He examined the ring and then, surprised, asked: -"How is this possible?" -"I hope you can help me to discover!" I answered, irritated. Then I told him all my experience. First I thought about omitting the last part (the rape), but then I concluded that if I was going to need his help I should be honest and tell him everything. When I finished my story he said: -"Hmm, so thick as a fist?" I had a hand near an ashtray. I took it and threw against his head. He ducked and the ashtray smashed a Chinese-looking vase behind him, I hope it was fake. I was there, telling him about being raped by a mythological monster and he was surely practicing mental masturbation, fantasizing being in my shoes! I would for sure prefer that! When I controlled myself, he started walking from one side of the other of the shop. He considered hypotheses like, if the ring had some amount of energy, which had to be recharged before working again. He tried even using the ring. I noticed that he put the ring in his left hand. With all this happening to me, he, probably all excited, was trying to see if there was something for him too. The deception in his look, however, was a nectar to me. He said: -"Nothing happened, it is blocked!" We continued formulating hypotheses, until he said: -"Maybe there is nothing wrong and it is working properly." -"What do you mean, working properly? I asked. -"Should not I have reversed to my body with the consummation of the legend?" -"What if the legend did not consummate yet?" he theorized. -"What do you mean?" -"Which kind of legend would require transporting a Nymph to the real world?" I asked again. -"An untold one?" he speculated. I froze under that perspective. A known legend would have a predictable ending, but who would know what was the end of an untold tale? I could be stuck in this body for who knows how much time. Anyway, this line of action was not helping. We concentrated in the task of determining which Nymph I was. We reviewed all we knew about the hamadryades. We knew, for example, that each one of them was associated with a given tree species. He then asked: -"Did you notice something special about the trees last night?" Surely I remembered the bright tree in the forest, it was probably my tree, but who said I could by then identify the species of a plant just by looking at it? A tree for me at that time was only a bunch of roots, a trunk, branches and leaves. It was another dead end! Phillip then remembered something, waiting for me to get distracted he rapidly ordered me in Greek: -"Declare your name!" Being caught by surprise, something clicked in my head and I instinctively answered (in ancient Greek): -"Dryope, Dryop?s daughter." Finally we had something to work with, but I was not sure how it worked. Phillip told me that he remembered an ancient legend were a given hero revealed a disguised god by using this trick. He decided to try, thinking that it was some sort of safety button for magical creatures. It was a long shot, but at least it worked. It showed me also that I, even thinking of myself as Richard Hoffmann, could access the essence of the Nymph, and that was a quite useful information for the future. We started the internet research and this was my specialty. Phillip was almost analphabet in computing. I, on the other hand, was training to become a cracker before winning that inheritance from my uncle (the world was safe due to a miracle!). The search was rapid. Dryope was the Nymph of the black poplar and there were some legends involving her rape by some mystic creature. In one of them her rapist was Apollo, who, disguised as turtle, cheated the girl into taking him to her chest, and then transformed into a serpent to penetrate her against her will. This was positively NOT what happened to me. In another legend she was the mother of the god Pan and the father would be either Hermes or Zeus, but academic research suggested that Pan, as a nature god, was older that the Olympians. These scholars attributed Pan?s fatherhood to Cronus, who sometimes was depicted as a monstrous Satyr. That was it, I was in the legend of Pan?s birth after my rape by the god Cronus. The only question was, why I had been transported to the real world. There were also, of course, practical concerns. If this was true, this meant that I was pregnant and this was not very pleasant, since the child would have goat legs and horns (but he would probably play the flute very well). We were entertained in this manner, tired and concentrated, when I made the mistake to ask Phillip to look at something in the computer. He leaned over my shoulder and suddenly his behavior became very strange. I asked: -"Phillip, what is happening?" He was in some kind of trance, without saying anything he grabbed me from behind, dominated me with ease, lowered my panty, raised my skirt, opened his zipper, took his hard dick out and, without saying a word, raped me. I screamed to him to stop, but there was no effect, he was deaf. He continued until he was ready and had an orgasm, filling my vagina with cum. Only then he came out of his trance, asking: -"What happened?" My body, as in the previous night, got aroused as soon as I perceived what would happen. I had at least two orgasm while he raped me. My mind was against that violence, but my body did not corresponded to my will. After all was finished I was crying and said: -"What happened! you rapped me, you bastard! how could you do this to me?" -"Me, are you crazy? the only time I made sex with a girl I was 15 years old and had no clear idea yet that I was a queer." It seemed that he was the victim and not me. He apologized and said that he had no idea of what happened to him. He was taken over by some irresistible will to fuck me and could not control himself. I concluded that I emitted some magic aura or maybe some pheromone (maybe both) which had this kind of effect over the males. God! How I hated this body! Rationally I could not blame him for that, but I was in no mood to stay with him together, at least for that day. We had also found all informations we could retrieve from this source and I decided to go home. I drove to the next department store, one that was famous for the cheap clothes. If I was really trapped in the legend of the birth of Pan, this would take at least nine months and I could not live only with my neighbor?s clothes. Therefore I went shopping. The DM500,00 I brought with me were not too much, but I decided not to use bank cards or credit cards in the name of Richard Hoffmann, at least for now. I went to the lingeries sector and bought some cheap panties and bras (the kind of "buy three for the price of one"). I was really enjoying how practical the miniskirts were. Instead of insisting in pants or shorts I decided to buy a few more skirts. I bought also some t-shirts and blouses and then went to the shoes section. If I wanted to remain invisible to my neighbors in the next days I had to blend in, so I bought three sandals and one shoe, but with lower heels as the one I was using. I saved a lot of money with those things. I went out of the store and entered a fancy department store nearby. I knew that this store had a a make-up section near the entrance, with a lady who did the make-up in the customers to test the products. If I was going to remain female for some time I had to have a crash course on how to do my own make-up, so I went to that section, used my recent learned Greek accent to German, and asked the lady to show me the products. I let her work in my face, telling me how good her products were. I payed all my attention and tried to keep in my memory everything she was doing. As she finished, the result in the mirror was quite good. I bought a double set of make-up stuff, plus the material needed to remove the make-up (I was going to practice at home). Then I went to the accessories section and bought some bracelets, rings and earrings. I asked them to pierce my ears and came out of the store using a pair of hoop earrings. After that, with make up, earrings, bracelets, rings and dressed as I was, no one would believe me, even if I said so, that I was a man in a woman?s body. I came out of the store and went to the underground parking place were I parked my car. Going to my car, I had to squeeze between one parked car and the wall. At the same time a young man was coming from the other direction and we squeezed together. Suddenly he changed his behavior. I thought "No, not again!." To my luck (if I could consider that luck) there was a nearby door to a stairway hall. I grabbed him before he could do anything and brought him to that stairway hall and closed the door. I lowered his pants and started to suck his dick. My reasoning was that if I was fast enough he could have his orgasm soon and would go out of his trance. I did not count, however, on my own reaction. As my own body got aroused I felt a growing need to engage in the intercourse. After some time I could not resist anymore and took the poor guy, lowered my panty and offered my vagina to him. He penetrated me and soon we both had orgasms. So I was raped for the third time in less than 24 hours, in the stairway of a public parking place (if we could call that rape, after all I had offered myself to him). When he was finished he came back to his reason. -"Lady, I am sorry, I did not know what I had in my head!" -"How will I face my girlfriend now? We had sworn to each other to remain pure until we married!" I was sorry for that guy, who just finished raping me. I said: -"Do not worry, it was not your fault!" However he continued crying and was genuinely despaired. Somehow I accessed my Nymph "intuition" and placed my hand over his right shoulder, saying: -"Forget all that happened, look for your girlfriend and give her, gently, the best sex she will ever have in her life." He changed his behavior again, his penis got hard, minutes after he had delivered all his load in me. The difference from his previous trance was that now he started walking like a sleepwalker and went out of that hall. At least he was awake enough to raise his pants. I saw that and thought "I hope the lady enjoys my gift.." In spite of the discomfort this third rape caused me (my panty was soaped in Phillip?s and the guy?s semen, no way I would return that to the owner), I had learned that I could redirect my sexual energies to other targets. This would show to be useful in the future, if other men caused me trouble. I entered in my car and went to my home and started going up the stairs in the way to my (I mean, Richard?s) apartment. In one of the floors there was a little palm tree in a vase at the hall, quite out of her natural sunny environment. When I passed she sensed my approach and directed me a "feeling" that I could only describe as a puppy waving his tail. The "feeling" I returned to that poor plant left her in the mood of a howling dog. I had no time or patience for little trees. Later I regretted that and promised to seek her and to cherish her. I entered my room, undressed, separated the pieces of cloth I would wash and return to the owner and those I would throw in the trashcan and went to the bathroom to have another shower, this time taking care not to wet my hair. I needed to eliminate the residues of my two other rapes. Chapter 3 - Identity As I told before, my neighbors usually give a damn about what happens outside their doors, but this would soon change if a beautiful lady kept going in or going out my apartment everyday. My neighbors, of course, were familiar with my "conquests", but my absence would soon be perceived. I could not remain there for more than a few days. Thanks God my late grandfather, that Ol? bastard Hittlerjugend, had taught me the value of cash. I had DM50,000.00 of that inheritance in an anonymous safe storage box at a local bank, for an emergency situation. This would surely qualify as an emergency. The means for living in the near future were warranted, but for longer times I needed to access my investment funds. Hence I needed to go out of my apartment, probably to a hotel, and needed to go to the bank to retrieve my money, which was not possible since I would not be able to identify myself as Richard Hoffmann (and any attempt to access the money without identification, even by internet, would surely alert the authorities that something was wrong, and I did not need that kind of attention). Both problems, of course, required that I had documents and, somehow, right to access and use "Richard?s" goods. A plan started to form in my evil mind. First I had to justify "Richard?s" absence. I began e-mailing my friends, telling about a 10 days "vacation" I was starting at an unspecified location and that I had sub-located my apartment to a foreigner exchange student. This would allow me to stay in my apartment a little bit longer. I called Phillip and asked him, of course, to confirm both the trip and that he had seen me in person, if someone got suspicious. I programmed the automatic response of my e-mail server and I was safe for a while. I had about 10 days to go to a hotel or to rent an apartment. This was, of course, impossible without documents and principally, a passport, for registering myself in the mayor?s office. My plan required to report my passport as stolen and then to request a substitute in the next consulate. For that, however, I needed a valid number for the "stolen" passport. It was an "egg or chicken" situation. Here my former training as a cracker was useful, this was not too much different from identity theft, the only difference was that I had to create a new identity from scratch. Fist I considered doing this in the consulate of some non-EU country, since the task would be supposedly easier. I concluded, however, this logic was fault, a less developed country would be also less connected and I did not want to risk being treated as an illegal in Germany, since I would not dare invading the government?s servers to give me a valid visa. I decided then to attack the nearest Greek consulate to get a community passport. After a quick research I discovered a registry office in central Thessalia, which had been destroyed by a fire 15 years before. I faked, therefore, a birth registration from that registry office for "Dryope Hamadriadis", born 18 years before the date I was transformed into her. Why would I need to invent something different? I had no clue what was the real age of Dryope?s, being a Nymph she would be probably immortal, but this does not matter, I decided to give me a legal majority age, compatible with my look and with the story I was constructing. I scanned the ports in the local orthodox church and found a low protected computer in a small church near this office. I did a falsification of the records for the baptism of Dryope, and this was the easiest part. Next I had to produce some public records about her school years. Again I found a low protected server in a public school and could introduce the records, including some complains about indiscipline. The secondary education year were more difficult. I could not locate a vulnerable server in the same region of Dryope?s "birth town", but I found one in the periphery of a bigger city. I prepared the records such that I just "had received" the degree needed for admission in the university. I searched again the churches and luckily found an unprotected server near the secondary school. I prepared the records for the Confirmation. For developing my plans I needed nice relation with the church, so I decided to make Dryope a Christian devote. So I created Dryope?s "history." The falsifications would remain undetected unless someone looked with care and I had no intention to provoke this. Then I started working on the passport. The most secure internet systems are always vulnerable due to a critical part of the "hardware": the user. There is always someone who forgets to actualize the Operating System or the Anti-virus programs and leave open doors for the invasions by an expert like me. I scanned the ports in the local Greek consulate and, as I expected, found an unprotected door. From that I gained access to the whole local network. I installed a trojan horse (laughing about the irony) and after sometime I had a nice set of usernames and passwords. I entered again in that network, removed all the traces of that trojan horse (including in the logs) and looked for the passport registration files. I selected an existing passport and changed the records to comply with mine. I installed also a time bomb to erase the fake registration and restore the old passport after some time. There was still the danger that the rightful owner of that passport would need to access his records before the time bomb exploded, but this was minimal since he was over 80 years old and it would be very unlikely that he would be just in that part of Germany at that time. Next I went to the German police and, using my Ancient Greek accent, reported that I had been mugged and that my purse, including all my documents and the passport, had been stolen. With the Police?s report I went to the same consulate I had invaded and requested a new passport. All went perfect. Now, at least, I could move out of my apartment to a hotel. Dryope Hamadriadis had now legal existence. I registered myself in the mayor?s office and wrote a letter to a nearby University asking for the "Zula?ung" to enter the major specialty of Biology and minor specialty in Anthropology. It was weird, but not forbidden. I expected to use the Nymph?s intuition for the first course and my knowledge of myths for the second. All this movement took two weeks. When I was not busy hacking computers or dealing with the administrations I was shopping. I had by now quite an extensive closet. If someone looked at that, this someone would not guess that I had been a man some weeks before. My closet consisted exclusively of very feminine clothes. Most of the time I was wearing skirts or dresses, although I had bought some pants too. My shoes collection had also increased, as the size of the heels. I was in denial at that time and used to think that I was doing this in order to blend in in my female role, but in fact I was already enjoying dressing up to show all my femininity. I also trained the make up when it was possible and by that time I was quite good in it. With the time I discovered how annoying loose long hair can be. Observing the other women I noticed that the ones who had long hairs always used to comb somehow. I spent a whole day trying to produce a passable hairstyle, until I learned. My accessory collection also grew. I considered even tattooing a small rose on my shoulder, but could not go through with it at that time. Now that I wasted the reader?s patience I can tell what was the essence of my evil plan: I was going to marry Richard Hoffmann! Chapter 4 - Marriage Obviously Richard was not "available" for marriage, but Phillip had a similar build as my male me and, provided he dyed his hair to a darker color, he could be mistaken for Richard at a distance. He would be the groom. First I had to "send" him far away. There where DM500,000.00 at stake and I could not afford that someone decided to investigate this sudden marriage. Phillip made quite a noise telling everybody that he won a three months vacation in Southeast Asia and that the shop would be close. He had his criminal friends, so it was not difficult to him to get a fake passport. He took the airplane and after one day of rest, he bought a new ticket and returned to Germany using the new name. I was there in the airport to pick him up. I had a surprise when I saw him. He was in drag! When I asked him why he had done this, he said that if he was spending the next three months playing a straight male, he wanted to feel his woman side a little bit more. I laughed at such a demonstration of queerness. Next he dyed his hair and took possession of my male wardrobe. Then he bought a holiday in a resort in Herakleion and went there. He found no difficulty in the border control, my German passport had been accepted as his. As he arrived there he called me, using a public telephone, telling he was in position. It was time for me to do the same trip, only that I did it by train, since I was "a poor student" returning for my last vacations home before the start of the classes at the German University. When I arrived we faked an occasional "meeting" at the restaurant and I started sending letters to my mother and e-mails to my friends telling about the "hot girl" I had found in Greece. I underlined the "coincidence" that she was an exchange student living in Germany, in the same city as me. With the days, the letters and e-mails became more serious and intense. My mother was all happy. I never had been an exemplary son to her, and now I was sending letters practically everyday and was implying that I wanted to marry! She was in the seventh heaven. She was so happy the she never questioned why I did not phone her in all this time. When I decided to start talking seriously about marriage, Dryope started sending her also some lines. In order to get a different handwriting, Phillip wrote this part. He had a lot of fun pretending to be a woman in love. I bought a pregnancy test in the pharmacy and confirmed: I was pregnant! I communicated immediately the fact to my mother and announced that I would marry Dryope. From time to time I sent photos showing Richard (Phillip) holding Dryope (me). These photos were edited, of course, so no one would discover our farce. We set the marriage for one month after that date and then we went to "meet" Dryope?s family in the northern mountains. We used this expedient to have some time under the radar. Phillip needed that to prepare the terrain for the end of our plan. I, on the other hand, decided to go in search for some answers. I went alone to Delphi, the well known Oracle from Apollo. If I was a magic creature, maybe I could get some answers by magical means too. I visited the temple by the day, as a regular tourist and at night I invaded the area. I was alone at the place were the Pythia used to seat and suddenly I did not know what to do. After some hesitation I said: -"Apollo, you lame turtle, come here to visit your lover!" Nothing happened at first, then I noticed that a light smoke was coming out of a crack in the stones and was started assuming the shape a woman, dressed in ancient Greek clothes. I could not believe it had worked! The woman said: -"Hail, Dryops daughter, the impostor is long gone, but I am the Sybil and I remained here expecting you." The Sybil, wow, I thought, this was the legendary character that delivered prophecies about the Trojan war! She continued: -"Tell me what do you want to know!" This direct approach confused me. Everything I knew about oracles was that they delivered their messages in a cryptic fashion. I was there, in front of a character that was at least 3000 years old, and did not know what to do. I had searched for answers, so, I decided simply to ask: -"I want to know why I was transformed and came to this world." Sybil started a long story: -"After the Great God from Orient has risen, most magical beings, the ones addicted to human worship, migrated out of this realm." -"Some of them, however, decided to remain here and become His Vassals, among those, the most powerful: Gaia, the spirit of earth and Nyx, the spirit of night." -"Gaia has some prescience powers and she knew that she would get into trouble in some future." -"She then asked Nyx to order her daughters, the Moirae, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, the handlers of one man?s life thread, to make the destiny ring you worn." -"The destiny ring was disguised as a futile instrument, until the right time came, and this is the time." -"Gaia is sick, Mankind makes her sick." -"You have been chosen for the task of bringing to this world the being who will heal Gaia and bring balance in her relationships with humanity." Finishing this long speech, she faded in a smoke cloud again. I said "Wait, I have more questions...", but it was useless. So, that was it! I was caught in this mess to bring Pan to the world, as a sort of ecology champion. There was no hope that this would finish this before my son?s birth. Before returning to my story, I have to tell how I got rid from my "men" problem. My experiment with the boy told me that I had the means to control the sexual impulses I irradiated, in the same way I communicated with the trees. When I was still in Germany, waiting for Phillip?s news to depart towards Greece, I tested this hypothesis. It was a sunny afternoon, the first signs of fall were showing, so it was not too hot anymore. I decided to dress accordingly. I had a full bath, washing also my hair without fear. By that time I already had an entire pharmacy in my possession and, of course, also a brush and a dryer. I selected a nice white blouse with details of yellow flowers. I did not wear a bra this day on purpose, but the blouse was not tight and my nipples could only be implicitly seen. I considered that this would have quite a sensual effect. I chose a long orange skirt, matching the blouse, a sensual panty (I was not ready yet to go out to the street without panty), calf high suede boots with stilleto heels I had bought specially for this occasion. I arranged my hair in my usual hairstyle and did a light make-up. I looked marvelous. I went out to the nearest coffee shop, which had some tables in the walkway. I sat outside, enjoying the sun and showing my body in display. I ordered a cappuccino and stayed there drinking it. I was playing the role of some bored secretary having some free time before going home. There were some men in the coffee shop, including the waiter, and I did not want that any of them decided to jump over me for sex. So I concentrate hardly not to send sexual impulses to the ones present. It worked. The waiter could come near me and he was clearly not attempting to rape me (although he looked at me from top to bottom). The first part of the test was a success. Next I started concentrating in the nearby males, at the other tables, just as I did with the trees (I agree this does not speak well for my old gender). A handsome one was sitting about 5 m at my back and read the newspaper. I started slowly concentrating at his site. I could sense that he was raising his eyes from the newspaper and looked at me from time to time. I started modulating these impulses and sensed his indecision. From time to time I relaxed and he returned to the paper. Finally he made a bold move and came to my table, saying: -"Miss, can I sit here? I could not prevent to notice how beautiful you are!" I answered: -"Of course, thank you for the compliment, please, sit down!" We started an animated conversation. I continued modulating the impulses. The last thing I wanted was that he jumped over the table to make sex with me. Finally we reached the point in which we kissed. Who needed moderation now was me! We agreed to get out of there to a hotel nearby (not the one where I was living, of course). We registered as husband and wife (the suspicious desk employee was used to this kind of deception) and we went to a room. I had to concentrate very hard not to tear out our clothes. We rapidly undressed and made animal sex. I learned that I could play the man like a "toreador" plays a bull. He was quite hard, but sending him impulses I could make him wait a lot of time without reaching the orgasm. Meanwhile I was having a lot of orgasms myself. Finally I liberated him and he unloaded his cum inside me. After finishing he turned to the other side, tired. I was tired too. Then he said something that worried me: -"My God, how hot you are, much more than my wife!" -"Tell me your name, we need to do this again!" I understood in what a mess I was entering. I used the same approach as with the boy, put my hand over his right shoulder, and said: -"Forget everything about me, go home, give your wife the best sex she ever had and remain faithful to her!" He raised, and his penis raised as well, put his clothes like a sleepwalker and went out of the room in trance towards home. The bastard was trying to turn me into his mistress! Back to Greece, after visiting Delphi I met Phillip again, returning from his "mission." We were going to do our marriage in a small village of an equally small island in the middle of the Aegean see, which had a little chapel dedicated to some obscure orthodox female saint. I told everybody that I was devote to that saint, this is why I decided to marry there. The truth was that the island was so small that they did not have even a proper hotel. We found a place as guests in a family house, who rented one room to tourists in the hot season. As I expected we became friends to the entire village very soon. A sad story about how my parents died in a car crash years ago and how I desired to have someone representing them in my marriage made wonders. The father and the mother of that family accepted to play the role of my father and my mother. The whole village was invited to my marriage and they played, unwilling, the part of my numerous Greek family. I hired a local kid to film the whole event, telling him to film it from distance. The filming was so bad that no one would be able to say that Phillip was not me. We married in the beautiful orthodox ceremony and also did the civilian marriage. I was now Mrs. Richard Hoffmann, specifically, Dryope Hamadriadis Hoffmann. During the ceremony Phillip had to kiss me. He was afraid, but when he noticed that he could kiss me without feeling the need to rape me he was so relieved that I could hear it. After the marriage we went separate ways. I had to return to Germany, supposedly, for my matriculation at the university. Phillip stayed in Greece to finish his "vacations." The last part of my plan was starting. I was supposed to return to Greece after the matriculation to continue our vacations, better said, honeymoon. I had send e-mails to my friends for a quite long time telling how I wanted to practice hiking in the trails of a nature park in northern Greece. Officially I received the new of his "disappearance." Showing a fake despair I joined the search party, but nothing was found (except some clues strategically left by Phillip, to show that "Richard" had gone through that trail). Ten days latter the search was officially ended and Richard was declared "missing person." In fact we had planned all this. Phillip used his "out of radar" time to run that trail, learning all that he could learn about the path that normally took three days to complete. Phillip was very good in "wandering" and he could finish the trail in one day and a half if he wanted. The second time he did the trail in high velocity, leaving the already mentioned clues at some strategic places. He left the trail near the original starting point, dyed his hair using his natural color, dressed in his drag number and went to Southeast Asia to finish the vacations he had "won." He still had 15 days left from the three months period. The worse part of this plan was to see how my mother reacted to this. Every time she cried, I cried too, sorry that I was not able to tell her the truth. The disappearance was, of course, fundamental for my plan: when (and if) I returned to my male body, I could justify my absence by some convenient amnesia after a fall in that trail. To speak about my mother. The fact that I (Dryope) was Greek, Southern European, therefore allowed to display feelings, finally broke the emotional barriers we have built during our entire lives. I became "the daughter she always wished, but never had." I was allowed to hug her, to kiss her and to love her, this was a sort of compensation for the sorrow I caused. Chapter 5 - Aftermath The legal part of my marriage caused no trouble. There was, of course, an inquiry, but soon my marriage was declared legal in Germany and I was allowed to access Richard?s assets. I had, of course, strategically sent a letter in my handwriting and using my signature, telling the Bank Manager to give full assistance to my "wife." My worry was then the pregnancy. I searched medical assistance and was concerned until the first ultra-sound exam could be made. I asked the doctor to film specifically the legs and the head. The doctor, at first, said that this was not usual, but I told that the father had some malformations in these areas and I wanted to be sure that the fetus did not inherit those. The image showed a perfectly normal male fetus, with no sign of goat legs or horns. I was not satisfied though. I importunated the obstetrician until he ordered a quite expensive genetic profile exam from samples of the amniotic fluid. It was confirmed that my son was fully human. The power that was behind this was at least wise enough not to let a satyr to be born in the modern world. The childbirth was easy. I guess that the fact that I was a mythological being had advantages after all. Soon I realized that I did not return to be Richard Hoffmann. To be honest, at that time I was already very happy as Dryope and did not truly wish to return to my male body. I could not lie to myself: not only the sex as a woman was phenomenal, but also I enjoyed displaying my femininity to the whole world. I learned, for example, the pleasure of breastfeeding my son (not even for a joke I would feed him with this shit they sell in the supermarkets!). I named him Peter Hamadriadis Hoffmann. This was an allusion to another kind of legend (I always loved irony and sarcasm). Time passed by and I graduated at the university. I wrote my doctor thesis in Ecology, the title was "Ecology concepts and nature preservation in the old Greek myths" and the main characters were, of course, the Nymphs. As my investment funds started to diminish dangerously I began working for a Nature Preservation NGO. Soon I became known as the most combative militant in this foundation. Ten years after the Peter?s birth have passed and I am already vice-president of this foundation. I get particularly angry when I discover some trick with the funds for preservation of the rain forest, once I discovered that a politician had stolen a lot of money form the rain forest preservation funds without being held responsible. I turned him into a crazy transvestite who enjoys practicing anal sex in public (yes, I can do that!). My son has some empathy with animals, similar to what I have with the plants, but nowadays I really doubt that he is the Satyr?s son. When I look at him, I see Phillip. Of course I never told Phillip anything about these doubts. He would surely have a nerve breakdown if he discovered that he is in fact Peter?s father. I have Peter?s DNA results, of course, but I never brought myself to ask a sample of Phillip?s DNA. No, it was better that he remains "Uncle Phillip", at least for now. Nowadays my greatest happiness comes from the friendship that my mother has with her grandson and the love they show for each other. My "disappearance" still puts some weight into my mother?s heart, but with our influence, I mean, Dryope?s and my son?s, she finally found some love. She is better without that boring German son, who never gave her a hug or a kiss. I think very much about what Sybil told me in Delphi. We (me and Phillip) have assumed that the magical being I should bring to this world was Peter, but looking back at my environmental militancy and the obvious fact that I am the one with magical powers, I am starting to believe that the magical being is me. I see the news and get sad that H. did not win the indication. Not that I am her fan, but with her at power I would have a chance to involve the First Husband into some scandal (not that I would need magical powers for that, if all that I have heard about him is true) and to blackmail them, for example, to sign the Kyoto protocols. The other had a better political platform. I gave him a chance. Of course, after this DW thing I am considering if I should visit America, M. prepare yourself! THE END