Post Ritual
Cheryl adjusted the flower on my head. She smiled and kept talking about how nice I turned out after the ritual. "If only I could get shorter hair..." I complained. "Nonsense! Your hair are wonderful, long and thick. I'm jealous of them, you know? You're just complaining now because you always had them short, like a proper square man," she replied gleefully. "Well, I am a man!" I said. "Not anymore," Cheryl smiled "Underneath that bush you've got between your legs there's an eager pussy ready for some male seed. And you have such nice and wide hips that are perfect for childbearing! If only I had them when I gave birth to my son..." I grimaced. I didn't want to hear about childbearing hips, giving birth or 'male seed'. Yet, the changes were taking me over at a primal level. A new wetness was brewing deep within me. The ritual did changed me completely and in ways I didn't expect when I agreed to it. ...