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. 

"But...It's true that I can change back, right? I accepted the ritual as temporary, just so that I could be accepted in the community, as I was told. But I want to be a man again!" I said, hoping for reassurance.

Cheryl giggled: "Sure, I guess you can change back, if you want. But why would you? You're here to connect back with nature, no? The ritual makes sure that you do. It gives you a chance into the real version of you. We all thought that the ritual was wrong at first, but it never is. You'll learn. Just like I did."

"I don't think you're comparable with me. I mean, mine has been a pretty radical change!" I replied, trying to argue with reason to something that it wasn't.

"I used to be a man, just like you. A big, bald, strapping dude, who wanted to live in nature as an alpha man," she replied to my astonishment. She leaned a bit and then whispered in my ear: "When the first cock of the real men of the community entered me and filled me whole, I knew what was my true role. I'm sure you'll find out the same by yourself..."