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When the Amazons passed from history into legend, the world thought it had seen the last of them. It hadn't, as brothers Jack and Chris Farren were about to discover... AMAZONS: THE OTHER SIDE by BobH (c) 2013 (This is a version of my story 'Amazons' retold from the pov of another character, Julie Gibson. It contains spoilers for 'Amazons', of course.) -1- I don't remember how old I was when I saw my first drag act on TV - not yet a teen, certainly - but I'll never forget how it made me feel, that strange churning in my stomach I now know was excitement. Men! These were men! I'd found something I hadn't even known I was looking for, and my world would never be the same again. I'd always taken strong women such as Xena and Ellen Ripley as my role models and been completely bemused by the whole princess thing other girls seemed to be obsessed with, but I'd never realised these were only one half of my personal equation. On that day I learned that boys who looked, dressed, and acted like girls were the other half. It was the moment that marked my sexual awakening. Later I discovered female body builders, who gave me an ideal to aim for, though my slight build prevented me from ever achieving that level of development. Thai ladyboys were for me the perfect males, were men as I fantasized about them and wanted them to be. Unfortunately, as I was eventually to learn, they usually had boyfriends and were only interested in men. Such loveliness was for the male gaze only. It wasn't meant for people like me. I was a tomboy, of course, and as I grew older so everyone assumed I must be a lesbian since I had no interest in wearing heels, skirts, or make-up. Of course I didn't; I was only interested in those things on men. I was straight, but my desires in gender presentaton were one-eighty degrees from everyone else's. Well, *almost* everyone else. The wonderful thing about the Internet is that however different you believe yourself to be you can always find others who share your predelictions. And I did. There weren't vast numbers of us out there, but there were enough to form a small online community of like-minded souls, to share our hopes, desires, and fantasies with each other and even to produce our own small body of amateur erotic fiction. Then someone discovered us, and made an offer that seemed unbelivable. Which is how I found myself now sitting in a hotel room in the town of Scythia in upstate New York and shortly about to witness something that, if it was all that was promised, would be miraculous. There was a knock on the door. I opened it. "It's time," said the man standing there. This was Kelly Marrs, wife of Olympus Images CEO Kathryn Marrs, and he was beautiful. Oh his make-up might be a tad too heavy and he might be displaying a bit more of his magnificent cleavage than good taste would deem acceptable, but I didn't care. That someone like him existed at all and was talking to me was enough. "Great," I said, following him out, and drinking in the way his skirt swirled around his shapely legs, legs which looked just spectacular in their five inch heels. When I arrived in town I'd parked my car and gone directly to the hotel, which was one street over from the town square. As a result I hadn't actually really seen much of the town, something that got remedied as we walked to the square in order to cross to the church. At its center, Scythia was the platonic ideal of small town with lots of small stores surrounding the town square with a lovingly cared for old cannon on the green commemorating the Civil War dead, a small pyramid of cannonballs beside it. As well as more beauty parlours than seemed necessary for a town its size, a surprising number of the other stores sold weapons, both firearms and...swords? That's when how many of those on the streets were dressed in the military uniforms of our armed forces registered with me. There were no nearby bases so far as I knew so Scythia must be an unusually patriotic town. At first I took those in uniform to be men, but as we crossed the square it became clear they were women, all of them tall and solidly built. Which also meant that those I'd taken to be women at first glance probably weren't either. As this realisation hit me so I started to feel excited. A whole town of people like me! This was my idea of paradise. It actually existed and somehow, against all the odds, I had found it. Or rather, it had found me. I couldn't believe my luck! The church dominated one side of the square. It was large and imposing and looked to be several hundred years old. "Are we attending a service?" I asked. "In a way," said Kelly Marrs, "I won't be coming in with you but what you'll witness is definitely a religious ceremony. It was the most profound, most moving moment of my own life and...ah, here come Kathryn and the others." A black Range Rover pulled up outside the church and four people got out: Kathryn Marrs, my friend Shondra Wilson, and a large, solidly built man leaning heavily on his cane. I recognized him immediately. This was Lamarr Washington of the Miami Dolphins. His knee injury had happened in a game two months ago. It was bad enough that no one expected him ever to play again. Shondra was tall, thin, black, and she dressed as boyishly as I did - we'd met and become friends in our little online community - while Kathryn Marrs was a tall, handsome woman, with short blonde hair. She was wearing low-heeled shoes, no make-up, and an expensively tailored trouser suit that covered what was obviously a seriously athletic body. "And here are the others," she said, seeing Kelly and me and beckoning us over. She gave her wife a quick hug and a kiss then introduced me. "This is Julie Gibson," she said, "like Shondra she's another new hire." After greetings had been exchanged we entered the church together, all of us except Kelly, and as we walked down the aisle Lamarr looked around him in some puzzlement. The stained glass windows did not carry scenes from the Bible or images of saints but instead depicted bloody battles, with a huge, axe-wielding figure looming large in all of them. At the front of the church where the altar should be was a large rock. Embedded in the rock was an enormous double-headed war-axe, the one depicted in the windows. It was so large that it would need someone at least eight feet tall and heavily muscled to even lift it. As I knew, this church was not consecrated to Jesus Christ nor to his father. If what I was about to witness proved to be all that had been promised, I would be committing myself to its true master. "What is this?" said Lamarr as we reached the altar. "A cultural revelation that will change how you see the world," said Kathryn. "What are you talking about?" said Lamarr. "How is this gonna help fix my leg?" "Please grasp the handle of the axe and everything will become clear." Though obviously having some misgivings, Lamarr did as she asked. The instant he touched the axe he froze, totally paralysed, unable to move anything but his eyes. Shondra grinned, her own eyes shining with excitement. "Now that the fly has been caught in our web we should tell him who we really are and what we're about." She turned to face Lamarr. "We're Amazons," she said, pride in her voice, "the original Amazons of legend, greatest warriors of the ancient world, and I am a direct descendant of Hippolyte. We are, as we have always been, the most faithful followers of Ares, the God of War. That's his axe, imbued with his energy and still powering his gift to us, the spell that makes us who we are." This was it. I was finally going to witness the power of Ares for myself. "After centuries of wandering we finally settled here during the early years of the original thirteen colonies and established Scythia. With steep hills on three sides and only a single road into town that leads here and nowhere else it's the perfect location for us, a place where we can be ourselves. A glamor at the turn off from the highway dampens the curiosity of those who might come here on a whim so our only visitors are those who have business with us. Another glamor ensures that while they see Scythia as it is they have no curiosity about us and don't tell others about us when they leave. As for what we're about.... "Through the long centuries we have kept our faith with Lord Ares and now, at last, the cosmic wheel has turned and the old gods are returning to claim back this world. When they do we will be Lord Ares' officer corp, leading his armies as they conquer all. We shall be unstoppable. When they are old enough, most of our young women enlist in the US military to be trained in the arts of modern warfare, hence all the uniforms you'll have seen on our streets being worn by those currently on leave. But be in no doubt: our true alliegance first, last, and always is to our god. Which brings us to you.... "It's a regrettable fact of human biology that women are, in general, smaller and weaker than men," she continued, "yet it never seems to have occurred to historians to wonder how then the Amazons of old were able to be such ferocious warriors and to hold their own against male foes. They know of the Gargareans but not what the true nature of our relationship was." Kathryn paused and smiled at us, clearly enjoying herself.. "The Gargareans were a neighbouring tribe who also worshipped Ares. He gave them to us, along with the means to transfer size, strength and aggression from their men to ourselves leaving them smaller, feminized, and submissive, which is how we eventually came to prefer the opposite sex. Since the legends have always painted us that way many think we hate men, but nothing could be further from the truth. That's just anti-Amazon propaganda spread by Herodotus and his ilk. The fact is we love men with all our hearts. We love them small, sweet, submissive, and waiting for us in the bedroom when we get home - preferably in lingerie, heels, and full make-up. We're also big believers in old-style, traditional marriage where the husband is the head of the household and the wife is dutiful and obedient, deferring to the husband in all matters. Of course, in our marriages we're the husbands and men are pretty little wives who know their place." Seeing the rising panic in Lamarr's eyes, Kathryn chuckled. "There's nothing to fear," she said, "quite the opposite in fact. The process is painless and it alters reality so that as with all of our wives neither you nor anyone else except for we Amazons will remember you ever being any other way. In changing you it makes each of you the other's ideal mate. What she wants to do to do to you sexually will become what you like having done to you. The love between you and Shondra will be greater than any other you could have known and you will find deep fulfulment in being her wife and serving her needs. And there's more. As women we have always had to bear our children but now, thanks to technology from...elsewhere that enables a fetus to be implanted in a man and carried to term by him, we haven't for a couple of generations. As Shondra's wife you will show the depth of your love by happily bearing her children, because as the wife of an Amazon you will be blessed above all men." She turned to face me. "One of the wonders of the Internet is that it enables people to find each other and us to find girls like Shondra and Julie here who share our taste in men and our belief that their proper state is to be smaller and weaker than women, and subservient to us. We always need new stock and they will be fine additions to our tribe. Now you may grasp the axe, Shondra." She did so eagerly, excitement in her eyes. When her hand closed around the axe handle their bodies immediately began to change, Lamarr shrinking as Shondra sprouted upwards and outwards, muscle mass somehow flowing from him to her. Hair erupted from his scalp, shaven head sprouting a luxuriant afro and breasts sprang from Lamarr's chest, his waist getting smaller as his butt grew rounder, bigger. His face was changing too, his brow and jawlines becoming smoother and less prominent while his nose got smaller and his lips fuller. He looked like he was about to faint, but as he swooned so Shondra caught him in her strong hands, clasping his small, slender body against her now magnificently muscular torso. Where Lamarr had been clad in sweatpants, sneakers and a hoodie, he was now wearing a bright red lycra minidress with a plunging neckline that showed off his impressive cleavage, five inch heels, large hoop earrings, and full make up. Pulling away from Shondra, he looked down at his breasts and ran his hand over his large, round butt, squealing with delight. "You're looking mighty fine, baby!" grinned Shondra, eyes full of a mixture of awe and lust. Lamarr grabbed her hand. "I need you to take me to our hotel room and to fuck me senseless Right Now!" he said, his voice husky and heavy with desire. Without a further word he led Shondra up the aisle and out of the church. She turned and grinned back sheepishly at us, and then they were gone. "Wow!" I said, still not quite able to believe what I'd just seen. "Impressive, isn't it?" said Kathryn. "And next week that will be you - if you still want it." "Oh yes," I said, "sweet God, yes." "Good. Did you like how Lamarr's curves filled out the dress he was wearing when he arrived here?" "Yeah, and I....wait. I remember him as a small, effiminate figure in a dress before the transformation, but also as a tall, solidly built guy in sneakers, sweatpants and a hoodie. How can I have two different memories?" "You remember reality as it was and as it now is. In both versions of reality Lamarr was transformed by the axe. In the original he started as a large man, but in the new one he was already small and effeminate and Shondra was his lover. In this reality the transformation involved only acquiring his breasts and other womanly curves. That's now the only reality he or anyone other than us will remember. That's the power of the Gods, of Ares; to reshape reality itself. Come on, I'll walk with you back to the hotel." - 2 - We flew to New York City in the Olympic Images private jet on Monday, a limo taking us from the airfield to the Madison Avenue offices of Olympus Images, where we rode up in the elevator together. When we reached our destination and got out Kelly Marrs took his position on the desk outside his husband's office while Kathryn ushered me inside and bid seat myself at the chair in front of her antique Redwood desk. Sitting in the chair, I glanced around me with interest. The bookcase full of books on military matters was interesting, and the view of New York through the floor-to-ceiling windows was amazing, of course - we were on the 25th floor, after all - but it was the statue in the corner of the office that drew my attention. Life-size and carved from white marble, it depicted a well-muscled woman, naked save for some sort of helmet and a small shield, driving her trident into the body of a serpent, its rear coiled around her right leg. It looked the genuine item not a copy. "I could tell you were wondering and, yes, it is genuine and from the time of the Ancient Greeks." "It must be worth a fortune," I said. "Oh yes," she replied, giving the statue an admiring glance, "but I could never part with it. The woman is Hippolyte, Queen of the Amazons, my ancestor. Right. Let's get down to business. We've chosen a suitable partner for you and he will be starting work at Olympus Images. We don't have a real job for him but that doesn't matter. You'll be assigned to him as his secretary and you'll have five days to get to know each other before we take you both to Scythia to transfer his strength and physical build to you. His name is Chris Farren. When he has been perfected he will be the man of your dreams and make your ideal wife. We'll introduce you to each other this afternoon." After lunch, as promised, Kelly took me to meet Chris Farren. Tall, solidly built, and extremely athletic-looking, he had everything I'd hoped he would have. And soon it would all be mine. "This is Julie," said Kelly. "Hi," he said, shaking my hand. "It's good to meet you!" I said, pumping his hand vigorously and looking him up and down in open appreciation. "Um...that's your desk over there," he said, flustered by my enthusiasm. "You've got the same induction video to watch as I just endured." When I was squared away, Kelly took Chris to one side and handed him a folder. "What's this?" he asked. "Your itinerary for the rest of the week. You don't do much actual work in your first week, but the company does insist you follow its socialisation protocols." Having already been shown the folder I knew that inside were tickets and reservations for him and me to restaurants and Broadway shows for the remaining nights of the week. On Saturday we would both be flown by private jet to Scythia. I could hardly wait. "I don't understand," he said. "It's very simple," explained Kelly. "At Olympus we believe the relationship between boss and secretary is a crucial one, and that it needs to be established as quickly as possible. By having you take Julie to a show or to a restaurant every night for the rest of the week we hope to create that bond swiftly and seamlessly. Talk, have fun, get to know each other." "But...every night? That means I'll barely get to see my fiancee." "We all have to make sacrifices," said Kelly, "and it is only for one week." "And Scythia?" "Is the town in upstate New York where Olympus has its corporate retreat and health clinic. You'll be given your full company medical there. It's also where Kathryn and I and many Olympus executives have our homes. It's a great place. You'll love it." "Well, OK, I guess," he said, dubiously. He was probably thinking of his fiancee. Not that she would be that for very much longer. Chris had watched the standard corporate video; I got to see the one that laid out Olympic Images real mission. Plugging in my headphones I smiled as Kathryn Marrs' face appeared on the screen. "Olympic Images was founded in the 1950s," she began, "and quickly rose to be one of the top advertising and public relations agencies on Madison Avenue. However, unlike our rival agencies we had a greater purpose than just getting consumers to buy products. That purpose was nothing less than to advance the cause of women, to change perceptions of men and women's place in the world with a view to first achieve equality with, and then the rightful mastery over men that is womankind's inevitable destiny. We knew the task would be long and slow but steady progress has been made in the intervening decades. Through the way we slanted our ads, our backing of the various women's movements, and the financial support our lobbyists have provided to those in Congress willing to advance women's progress, we believe we have made great strides. Our support of those politicians pushing for a greater role for women in the military and for the lifting of restrictions on us serving in combat roles was crucial in achieving that victory, which was a key aim in our larger plans." This was all good and well but what I couldn't help noticing was that the Olympus executives and management types in the induction video were impressive, athletic-looking women, all tall and commanding. Soon I would look like that, too. Later that afternoon, Kelly continued our orientation by taking us down to see the facilities in the basement. First there was a beauty parlour. "This is where we wives get free hair-styling and our make-up done professionally. It's a company perk and since our spouses like us looking our best at all times we can slip away for a session here pretty much whenever we want. It's one of my favorite things about working here." I had no real interest in this and neither did Chris - not yet, anyway - but we let Kelly take us in and introduce us to the hair and make-up artists who all greeted him warmly. It was delightful to see such a pretty boy so clearly in his element. After that we were taken to see the gymnasium which was full of female executives working out, all of them tall and seriously ripped. Among them was Kathryn Marrs. "Hello sweetie," she said, coming over to her wife and sliding an arm around his slender waist. Lifting his chin with her free hand she bent down and kissed him. It was a long kiss. I envied her. "Right," she said, coming up for air. "Get into the changing rooms and let's see what you've got, Christopher." With a smile he headed for the changing rooms leaving Kelly and me behind. Kelly already with his make-up bag in hand, repairing his lipstick. Chris returned a couple of minutes later, suitably kitted out. "OK, weight machines first," said Kathryn. "Let's see who can lift the most." They took up adjacent machines and sat on their benches, pulling down the handle bars (which have always looked to me as if they belong on bicycles) and the wires that go over the pulleys and attach to the weights. More and more weight was added until eventually one of them cried 'uncle'. To my amusement it was Chris. He seemed stunned that Kathryn was stronger than him. "Never mind," she said, seeing his disappointment. "Lets see you try wrestling with Kate here." Kate, who looked no less formidable than Kathryn, was half a head taller than Chris and about as wide. He sized her up, clearly assuming that despite her size she was still a woman so he could take her on the wrestling mat. He was wrong. One by one each of the women in that gym competed against Chris at something, and one by one they beat him. At the end of the session he looked thoroughly chastened. He'd been roundly defeated at everything by women. It must have wounded his male pride. "Don't take it too hard," said Kathryn, putting an arm around his shoulder at the end of the session. "There's no shame in you not beating any of us. You are only a man, after all." After showering and dressing he rejoined Kelly and me and we headed back to the elevators. Or rather, that was the intention. Kelly and I were chatting away to each other and somehow we took a wrong turn and found ourselves in a corridor that terminated in a large metal door marked RESTRICTED. As fate would have it just as we got there so the door opened and a woman in a white lab coat stepped out. When she saw us her eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. "Only authorised personnel are allowed in this section." "Sorry," said Chris , taking charge, "but we're kinda lost. Could you direct us to the elevators?" "Down the hall, first right then second left," she said, still regarding us suspiciously. "Thanks," said Chris, bundling us back the way we'd come. When the woman had come through the door I'd caught a glimpse of what was in the room beyond. It was a huge stone obelisk with thick silver veins criss-crossing its surface. And those veins were glowing. Nothing was said about what we'd seen, either then or in the days that followed. And what strange days they were. Because he hadn't been given anything to do, Chris spent more time in the gym than at his desk, which no one minded, of course. I usually went along to watch him work out. What with the Broadway shows and dining in fancy restaurants we were seeing a lot of each other outside work, too. On the final night, after we'd taken in a show, Chris walked me back to my hotel room. I opened the door, then turned to look at him. "Thanks for a great evening, Chris," I said, reaching up on impulse to kiss him on the cheek before darting into my room and closing the door. Early the next morning we were being driven from Manhattan to the small private airport where the plane was waiting to whisk us away to Scythia. I could barely contain my excitement. Beside me in the limo was Chris, who looked as if he'd has a restless night. I respected his tiredness enough to let the journey pass in silence rather than trying to engage him in conversation. At the airport we climbed aboard the company learjet. There was another passenger already on board, a slightly built, crop-haired young Asian woman. Like me, she was dressed in jeans, T-shirt, and leather jacket. We did not let on that we knew each other. "Hi, Susie Mishima," she said, smiling at me and looking Chris up and down approvingly. "Julie Gibson," I said, "and this is Chrissy Farren." "Christopher," he corrected, looking annoyed. Oops. I was getting over-eager. I musn't start calling him Chrissy 'til afterwards The pretty stewardess came through to tell us to fasten our seat belts. We did as he asked, and within two minutes we were airborne. "I expected there to be others along with us," said Chris, "maybe Kathryn Marrs and her wife." "Oh no, sir," said the stewardess, "they travelled up last night." The journey was short, no more than forty minutes - most of which Susie and I spent huddled deep in hushed conversation, while Chris mostly dozed. Susie and Shondra had been my closest friends in our Internet community, and all three of us had jumped at the Amazon offer. Near the end of the flight Susie had a question for him. "Are there any more at home like you?" she asked. "My brother Jack," he replied. "He's two years younger'n me. Took over as quarterback on our high school football team when I graduated." "Does being a jock run in your family?" "Pretty much, yeah. Our father was captain of his college team and later served in the marines. I guess we Farrens are just a naturally macho bunch." "I think I'd like to meet Jack," said Susie. "Please fasten your seatbelts," interrupted the captain over the intercom. "We'll shortly be coming in for landing." Which we did. We set down at the little airstrip just outside town. It was good to be back. "Welcome to Scythia," said the stewardess as the airplane taxied to a halt next to the small terminal building. "We hope you enjoyed your flight." When the door had been opened and the steps lowered we walked across the asphalt to where Kathryn Marrs herself was waiting for us next to her Range Rover. "Glad to see you all made it OK," she said. "Climb in and let's get going." As soon as we were all on board, she put her foot down and we tore off almost fast enough to give us all whiplash, only slowing as we got onto Main Street. The car pulled up outside the church. "Are we attending a service?" asked Chris. "Not exactly," said Kathryn, "but there is something inside I want you to see." We entered the church together, all four of us, and as we walked down the aisle Chris looked around him in some puzzlement. The stained glass windows causing him the same consternation they had Lamarr Washington. "What is this?" he said as we reached the altar. "A cultural revelation that will change how you see the world." "What are you talking about?" "Please grasp the handle of the axe and everything will become clear." Frowning, he did as she asked. Just like Lamarr the instant he touched the axe he became totally paralysed, unable to move anything but his eyes. "At last!" I said, excitedly. "Do I grab the axe now, too?" "Patience," said Kathryn, smiling at me indulgently. "Now that the fly has been caught in our web it would be rude not to let him know who we really are and what we're about." She turned to face me. "We're Amazons," she said, pride in her voice, and then proceeded to give the same speech I'd earlier heard her give Lamarr, almost word-for-word. It was obviously one she had given many times before. Eventually, she turned back to me. "One of the wonders of the Internet is that it enables people to find each other and us to find girls like Julie and Susie here who share our taste in men and our belief that their proper state is to be smaller and weaker than women and subservient to us. We always need new stock and they will be fine additions to our tribe. Now you may grasp the axe, Julie." At last. I took the handle eagerly. When my hand closed around it our bodies immediately began to change. I felt myself growing as he shrank, sprouting upwards and outwards, muscle mass flowing from him to me as it had from Lamarr to Shondra. Waves of soft blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders and down onto the breasts now growing from his chest, his waist getting smaller as his butt grew rounder, bigger. I could see his face changing too, brow and jawlines becoming smoother and less prominent while his nose got smaller and his lips fuller. At one point he looked as if he might faint, but quickly recovered. In seconds it was over and he had the perfect hourglass figure of an old time movie star, just as I'd hoped he would. "Like it?" said Kathryn Marrs, grinning. "It's wonderful!" he said, eyes brimming with tears, "a dream come true!" "Hey, don't cry, baby," I said, taking him in my arms, "your mascara will run." "Wait!" he said, suddenly. "Why would Ares do this for me? He's a god of war, not of love. I don't understand." "You don't need to worry your pretty little head about that," said Kathryn. "Just concentrate on looking the best you possibly can for your lover. It's your hair, make-up, and clothing that are the most important things to you now and which should command your full attention. Your main job is to look sexy and be perfectly groomed at all times. You'll be much happier if you leave the thinking to Julie. She'll make all the decisions for both of you." I kissed him then. It was a long kiss. When I broke the kiss he sighed happily, his concerns dismissed. I pulled away from him. "I know it's only been a week," I said, "but I think we both know this is the real thing, that we've found our soul mate, so there's no point waiting any longer." With that I took a small box from my pocket and got down on on one knee. When you underwent the process he and I just had this was part of the deal, something that was required of me. It was also my pleasure. "Chrissy Farren," I said, "will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" "Oh god, yes!" he answered, tearing up, "yes, yes, yes!" Smiling, I reached down to kiss his painted lips. He responded in kind, and just like that we were suddenly kissing passionately, my strong arms crushing his small body against my now powerful torso, letting him know just how much I wanted him. I *ached* to have my way with him. "Wow!" he gasped, when I broke our embrace. "I'm happy for you both," said Kathryn Marrs, with a wry smile, "but this might not be the appropriate place...." "Yeah, get a room you two," grinned Susie. "We've already got one," said Chrissy, eyes gleaming. And with that we turned and headed up the aisle. We made our hotel room in record time. Effortlessly, I scooped Chrissy up in my arms and carried him across the threshold. Once I put him down and we both started frantically tearing our clothes off, me all the way and him down to his bra, garter belt, stockings and heels. Which is when he stopped, mesmerised by his breasts. He walked up to the wall mirror and gazed at his reflection, eyes filled with joy at the sight of his new curves. I came up behind him, admiring my own new body - wow, I was ripped! - then unclipping his bra and releasing his gorgeous breasts. I slid my hands over his now ample buttocks, around his small waist, and up to those delicious orbs, cupping them in my hands and pinching his nipples erect until, moaning with pleasure, he placed his slender hands over mine. I imagine he used to have a penis that was considered impressive - if that's what you're into - but now it was a dainty little thing, no bigger erect than flaccid. Which was probably just as well since this, along with his tiny testicles, ensured the line of his skirts would never be marred by unsightly bulges. We moved over to the bed where I lay back and let him run his fingers over my now magnificently muscled arms and across the rippling contours of my rock-solid six-pack abs, both of us getting very turned on in the process. I opened my legs and he climbed between them, his tongue eagerly searching out my clitoris. I clamped my hands around his head as he licked me into a frenzy, yelling out as I came. Then it was his turn. I smiled as I stroked his little penis, his eyes going unfocussed as I aroused him, then I reached over to the bedside table and pulled my strap-on out of the drawer. While I got up and donned this, he turned over and got on all fours on the bed, presenting his ass to me, his legs looking spectacular in their sheer black stockings and five inch heels. I still could not quite believe this was really happening. I was about to fuck a beautiful, feminized man at last! And about time too! "Be gentle with me," he said, as the head of my dildo brushed against his butt cheeks. "Oh, I will be," I grinned, "at first." I mounted him then, slowly easing the dildo into him, his anus stetching to accomodate it as the shaft filled him. Then, my hands firmly grasping his shapely hips, I began to thrust in and out, taking him, possessing him, dominating him. The moment I took his cherry, he cried out as a woman might. Afterwards, lying with him in my arms, I felt a peace and contentment I'd never known before. Chris had been transformed into the man of my dreams. And I loved him. - 3 - It had been a wonderful month, filled with amazing sex. Chrissy and I could barely keep our hands off each other we were so crazy in love. His tongue spent much of that time in my pussy, and I showed my appreciation by fucking him until he could barely walk straight. He loved being fucked. So much so it sometimes felt as if my dildo had taken up permanent residence in that lovely ass of his. And now Susie's big day was finally here. "Mmmm, that smells delicious, Chrissy!" said Jack, complimenting his brother on the dinner he was cooking for us. "It really does," agreed Susie. Chrissy smiled, pleased with the compliments, before heading into the dining room to set the table. Despite doing about a dozen things at once in the kitchen, he still managed to look immaculately groomed in his floaty, 1950s-style skirt, blouse, heels, and make-up with not a hair out of place. I was really into 1950s 'high femme' at the moment, so of course that's how he dressed for me. We'd invited his brother to visit us at out new home in Scythia and Jack had eventually made the trip. When he accepted the invitation we made sure Susie was also invited, of course. "I love that you're so accepting of Chrissy as he is," Susie told Jack, "not everyone would be so open-minded." "He's my brother and I love him unconditionally, "said Jack, "so it was never an issue for me, or for our folks. And I'm delighted he finally found the woman of his dreams. You're just what he needed, Julie." Now it was my turn to smile at a compliment. I was currently helping Julie with the meal by peeling potatoes, which made this the perfect time to set up the real purpose for Jack's invitation and why Susie was here. "Y'know, I think we'll need more wine," I said casually. "Could you and Susie get some from the liquor store? Susie knows the way." "Sure, no problem" said Jack, "and a brisk walk before dinner will help us work up an appetite." "Sounds good to me," said Susie. "If we cut across the town square I can also show Jack our amazing church." "Church?" said Jack, dubiously. "It's like no church you've ever seen before," I said, "trust me. You don't want to miss it, Jack, and it *is* on the way to the liquor store." "Then I guess we're visiting your church," he said. "Lead on, Susie." I smiled. Susie would get Jack to grasp the axe, Kathryn Marrs would step out from the shadows as previously arranged, and Jack would become a new man. Susie had waited a long time for this and I was so happy for her. She was my best friend and soon, when we both married, we'd be family. After they had left, Chrissy returned to the kitchen. "I heard Jack and Susie go out," he said, "where are they off to?" "I sent them out for more wine. I figured we could use a couple more bottles." "Good thinking," he said, putting his arms around my neck and kissing me. It was a long kiss. When we broke apart, Chrissy took his make-up and a small mirror from his purse in order to repair his lipstick. I loved watching him apply make-up, loved his total, delightful femininity, and I loved our life here in Scythia. I'd been given a job in town and we'd been assigned a house. My spare time was spent with the local militia on weapons training, drilling, and manoevers in the surrounding hills. I was an Amazon now and like all my sisters I was expected to be very militarily proficient. I enjoyed all the training, hard as it was. We were a warrior tribe and all of us needed to be able to switch into warrior mode at a moment's notice when it was asked of us. There were other Amazon towns in other countries where our sisters also prepared, but we were the capital of the far-flung Amazon nation. I suddenly felt a sort of 'tickling' at the back of my mind. So it had happened already. I thought back to Jack arriving, but now I had two sets of memories. In the first. Jack turned up at our door all tall, broad, and handsome and we exchanged a bone-crushing handshake which I came out best from because as strong and muscular as Jack was I was stronger and more muscular. Once inside I introduced him to Susie who, as ever, was small and slightly built but with a hunger in her eyes when she looked at Jack that he was fortunately oblivious to. In the second, Jack & Susie turned up at our door together, she tall, broad, and handsome and he small and slightly built, wearing a very pretty dress. Jack was leaning against Susie, who had a protective arm around him. They had been dating for a few weeks and had come to Scythia not just to visit but also for the process Chrissy had excitedly told his brother about. "Wow, I know you sent photos," said Jack, enviously running his eyes over his brother's womanly curves, "but seeing it in the flesh...wow!" "Kathryn Marrs is waiting for you in the church," said Chrissy. "Pledge yourself to Ares and it can all be yours, too." "If you go now you'll be back before dinner," Julie now remembered herself saying, "and while you're out, could you pick up another couple of bottles of wine?" Julie wasn't sure double memories would never not seem weird. A short repair job on his lipstick had turned into a twenty minute session refreshing the rest of his make-up, but with the task complete Chrissy smiled at Julie. "I'm so happy for Jack," he said, "now he'll be able to throw away his falsies for good just like I did." Right on cue the front door opened and there stood Jack and Susie, both grinning broadly. "How about these babies?" said Jack, thrusting his chest forward. "Oh Jack!" squealed Chrissy, rushing forward and embracing his small and curvacious brother, "We're both so gorgeous now!" Nobody with eyes could deny it: they *were* both extremely pretty. With their button noses, luscious lips and tiny waists, their long blonde hair, prominent breasts and large, startlingly blue eyes, they looked a lot like the Barbie dolls that had been forced on Susie and I as children, but unlike those hated toys these were Barbies we welcomed with open arms. "Looking good," I said to the newly buff Susie when she swaggered over and gave me a playful shoulder punch. "Feeling even better," she said. I poured us both a Scotch, and we smiled at our boyfriends, who were still squealing together excitedly. "Time to give thanks," I said. Susie and I raised our glasses for a toast. "Hail Ares!" I said. "Hail Ares!" she replied. * The End ***************************** Notes: 1. I've always been fascinated by how the same events look to different people, hence this recasting of the events of 'Amazons'. My first attempt at this sort of alternate viewpoint - 'The Tenant' - wasn't entirely successful. I think this one works much better. 2. You'll note that Amazon sex is remarkably similar to that in my SWITCH WORLD tales. This is not a coincidence. Also...yet another story in which Gods and their reality-changing magic appear? Why, it's almost as if I had a plan or something. You'll see what that plan is in 'Altered Fates: 2065'. That's where you'll also learn just what that mysterious object in the basement was for.