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Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature,
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resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar Pt 23
Anna was taking a much deserved break, just sitting in the front pew
of her church when she heard someone come in. She sat up and looked
around. When she saw who it was, she cried out, "Irina! Katrina!
Good to see you!" Anna leapt up and ran to her friends, giving both
of them a strong hug. When she hugged Kat, a thin dishwater blonde,
she asked, "So how are you feeling?"
Kat's breathing was slightly labored, but she said, "Better. Much
better. I'm still weak, and lacking in stamina, but I'm definitely
better." She took a deep breath and said, "Thinking of which I'd
better sit down."
"Certainly. I'm sorry for keeping you up so long." Anna helped Kat
to one of the pews. "Is there anything I can get you? A glass of
water? Something to eat?"
"Water would be great."
"Be right back."
Irina kissed Kat and asked, "Are you going to be okay here, love?
I'd like to go talk to Anna for a bit."
"Sure, Iri. I'll be fine. Just don't keep me too long."
Irina went with Anna into the back room. As soon as they were out of
earshot of Kat, Irina asked, "Is your friend Nicole around?"
"Oh, she pops in now and then. Why?"
"I think I need to thank her."
"For what?"
"I'm not sure, but I think she saved Kat's life. After that night in
the bar, I went to the hospital and kissed Kat, just like she told
me. Almost at that very instant, her vital signs stabilized and she
started to recover. She was off the machines in a couple days, and
able to get around after only a week. The doctors say they've never
seen so miraculous a recovery."
"And you think Nicole had something to do with that?"
"I know it sounds strange, but... yes. I mean it should be crazy to
think that a simple kiss could do all that, but somehow I just know
I'm right."
They stepped into the bathroom, and Anna took a glass and started to
fill it. "Irina, I'm going to tell you something that may have you
thinking I'm crazy. But I think you're right. I'm pretty sure
Nicole did have something to do with Kat's recovery."
They returned to the main worship area and gave Kat the glass of
water. As Kat sipped at it, Nicole appeared out of thin air and
said, "Hello, ladies. How is everybody today?"
Kat, who was so tired that she wouldn't have noticed if Nicole had
walked in trumpeting a horn, just said, "Fine, thanks. Just tired."
But Irina was more aware of her surroundings, and stared at Nicole in
wonder. "Where did you come from?" she whispered.
Nicole smiled. "Nowhere. Everywhere. It doesn't really matter, does it?"
Anna said nothing; Irina stared in amazement, and Kat, who was still
somewhat out of it, asked, "Iri, what's going on?"
Irina said nothing as Nicole walked over and touched Kat's arm. A
bright glow emanated from her fingertip. When the light dissipated,
Kat sat there briefly, then stood up. She took a deep breath, then
said, "I'm... cured. I feel perfectly fine." She turned to Nicole.
"How?"
"Please sit down, ladies, there's a lot I have to explain. And then
a question I have to ask you." Kat and Irina sat down and Nicole
proceeded to relate her story about how she had bonded with her
boyfriend and together they were now the modern day incarnation of
Aphrodite, Goddess of Love. She told them how she had selected Anna
as her new High Priestess and also told them about some of the
changes she had affected on others.
After she was finished, Irina asked, "That's a fantastic story, and
if I hadn't felt your power first hand, I'd be inclined to say you
were crazy. But why are you telling us this?"
"Because I wanted to ask you for your help. Our church is growing by
leaps and bounds, and as good as Anna is, it's getting to the point
where there's too much for any one person to handle. I'm asking the
two of you to become priestesses to the church of Love."
Irina and Kat were stunned. "What would we have to do?"
"Mostly what you have been doing before. You help others. For the
past few years, you have taken it upon yourselves to help all those
lesbians who were just discovering their own burgeoning sexuality.
Now you'll do the same thing, just for everyone who needs it. People
will find themselves drawn to you and you'll be able to talk them
through their problems."
"That's it?"
"You'll also have to take a few turns preaching to the masses here at
the church so Anna can get some rest."
"We'll have to talk about it," Irina said.
"Understandable. Just let me know when you make a decision."
"What's your phone number?"
"You won't need a phone. Just call out to me, and I'll hear you."
"Okay, we'll let you know as soon as possible."
Irina and Kat left the church and returned to their apartment above
the bar. There they talked about the offer Nicole had made them
until it was time for Irina to go open the bar. They went together
and opened the bar, Kat taking care of the tills while Irina moved
chairs and took care of the physical stuff. After Irina finished she
came over and took Kat's hand. "Y'know, it was this that I missed
the most. Just working beside you, being with you as we took care of
the little stuff. Promise me something, Kat."
"What?"
"No more smoking. I don't want to ever come that close to losing you again."
Kat sighed. "Alright, for you, Iri. But I'm going to miss that
after-sex smoke. I always found the taste of tobacco and you to be a
pleasant combination."
"But you'll do it?"
"Yes." Irina leaned over and gave her lover a kiss.
It was then that their first customers walked in. Diane and Chris
walked in, and Diane waved to Irina. Seeing Kat, she called out,
"Katrina! You're up and around! Good to have you back!"
"Hey, Di. Who's your friend?"
"This is my cousin, Chris."
"Welcome to the bar, Chris. Is there anything we can get you two?"
"A white wine for each of us."
Irina filled two glasses with wine and brought it over to the table
where Chris and Diane were seated. Chris and Diane sipped at their
drinks while whispering to each other. While they talked, Irina
explained about Chris to Kat. Both agreed that they needed to keep
Chris's true sex a secret from some of the more militant patrons of
their bar, but as long as no problems arose, neither cared about what
Chris was packing in "her" panties.
After about a half hour, Diane needed to make a trip to the ladies'
room. When she was gone, Irina noticed that Chris, when he thought
no one was looking, pulled a bottle out of his purse, and dumped a
couple pills into his hand. Irina stepped out from behind the bar
and grabbed his wrist. When Chris looked up at her, she said, "I
hope that's either over-the-counter medication or a prescription. I
could get in serious trouble if I find out that you're taking a
controlled substance and I don't report you."
"Oh, it's just... some hormones. I'm having some problems with my ovaries."
"Considering you don't have and have never had ovaries I find that
hard to believe." Seeing the shocked look on Chris's face, she
continued, "Relax, Chris. I'm not judging, but we both know what
you're really packing in your panties. But seriously, I could get in
real trouble if you're taking something you shouldn't in my bar."
Chris looked guilty and slowly opened his hand. "It's just some
special hormones I ordered over the net."
"Special...?"
"They're supposed to grow me a pair of breasts without actually
impairing my genitals."
"Uh-huh. Have you had these things checked out by a doctor or a
pharmacist? You could be taking real risks with your health."
"Well, no."
"Does Diane know about this?"
"No. And please don't tell her."
"On one condition. You take no more of these things until you get
them checked out with someone who can tell you what they are."
"But-"
"No, Chris, I'm serious. In fact, just to make sure, give me the
bottle of pills. I'll check them out and let you know tomorrow
morning."
Chris looked to the bottle then back to Irina. Finally, he said,
"Alright," and handed the bottle and pills to Irina.
Irina returned to Kat's side and explained what she had just done.
When she showed Kat the pills she had taken from the young
transvestite, Kat said, "I'm not a pharmacist or anything, but those
just look like simple estrogen pills."
Irina knew that Kat had some transsexual friends and knew better than
she what she was talking about in this case. "I was afraid of that.
Chris seemed to think they'd grow breasts without impairing his
masculinity. If these are just estrogen, he could be making himself
sick by taking them."
"I think Chris has fallen for some pretty advertisement on the net."
Irina just nodded. After a few minutes, Kat said, "Nicole was right."
"What about?"
"About you and me. We both want to help anybody who needs it. We've
both seen some nasty things and we want to keep others from
experiencing the same."
"Are you saying you want to take her up on her offer?"
Kat stayed silent for a bit before saying, "Yes. Nicole obviously
has the power to do a lot of good. I want to be a part of that."
"Alright." Irina asked in a whisper, "Nicole, can you hear us?"
They both heard Nicole's voice in their heads. "Yes, my friends."
"We've decided to accept your offer. We want to help."
Suddenly, both women felt suffused with the power of Love and both
felt a sense of contentment they never had before. "Welcome to the
order, ladies."
Irina looked over to Chris and knew what it was he wanted. Chris was
fascinated with she-males. He had been attracted to them since the
first time he saw one in a porn flick. He wanted to be a
big-breasted "chick with a dick", pumping forcefully into his lover
as his breasts bounced on his chest. Irina also knew that Chris was
so focused on his goal that he would allow nothing to deter him.
Chris had more of the pills (which were indeed nothing more than a
high concentration of estrogen) at home, and planned on taking more
when he got his hands on them despite what he had told Irina earlier.
The new priestess also knew that nothing would stop Chris. Even if
all his current pills were taken away, he'd be online ordering more
hormones within 24 hours.
Irina sighed. This was beyond simply talking it out, so she thought,
"Nicole, I think there's something here that you need to handle
personally."
Nicole analyzed the situation and agreed. When Diane returned to the
table, there was a shimmer of lights and Nicole appeared to them as a
glowing woman. She had changed her shape and neither Diane or Chris
identified her as being the same woman they had met almost two weeks
back. Both were too stunned to speak as Nicole said, "Chris, I am
Aphrodite, Goddess of Love. I have seen what you are attempting and
have come to warn you. The pills you have purchased from the net are
fraudulent. Although they will cause you to grow breasts, they will
almost assuredly render you sterile as well as making your penis
useless."
Diane asked her brother, "What is she talking about, Chris?"
Chris quickly confessed to his sister what he wanted. But then he
said, "But the fake pills don't matter. I'll find a way to make my
dreams come true."
Before Diane could say anything more, Nicole said, "Chris, remove the
breastforms from your bra."
Chris didn't know what this strange figure had planned, but figured
he'd better do as she said. He unbuttoned the top of his blouse and
removed the breastforms from his bra. Nicole waved her hand and
Chris shimmered in light. When the light cleared, Chris was
noticeably different. Before he had been a thin, small man, passable
as a girl. Now he looked like a girl. His curves flowed and filled
his female clothes as though he were born to them. His now D cup
breasts filled his C cup bra to bursting, and his hair was now well
coifed and very womanly in form. Chris lifted his hands and cupped
his breasts. "They're real. These are real."
Nicole told him, "There is a price for this. You must now agree to
do your best to show love for all men."
Diane asked, "You mean he's got to have sex with anyone who wants it?"
Chris flippantly said, "I can live with that."
But Nicole just laughed. "No. I mean that Chris must show respect
for all. He must do good wherever he can. And he must never give in
to the urge to harm another out of anger or hate."
Chris quickly said, "I agree!" and Nicole faded out of the room in a
shower of sparkling lights.
When she was gone, Diane asked, "Is this really what you want, Chris?"
"More than anything, Diane. And please," he shook his torso causing
his breasts to jiggle on his chest, "call me Chrissy."
Diane smiled and commented, "You thought you were popular before?
Now you're going to have to beat off some of the girls here with a
stick."
Across the room, Irina took Kat's hand and said, "I think I'm going
to like this new job."
************
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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