A Different Road                 by: Victoria Silk

 

Chapter One

The wind carried the frozen rain into every crack in his leathers, it was dark cold and wet and he was lost. Somewhere around here in this bloody awful night was a place called Stone Grange. Luke knew this, as that address was the one on the package in his panniers. The dam package that needed to be delivered tonight, the dam urgent package, the one that the controller had pushed into his hands just as he was heading off home into the dusk for a weekend of drunken revelry with his mates. It was another why me situation, Ginger Bob that fat sod of a controller had just grinned. "Because you’re here, and I can’t be arsed too" he had said. "Besides it’s a cash in hand job, and they paid in advance." A slim fold of used ten pound notes had been pushed into his gloved hand. "Be careful with it, its artwork" He looked at the despatch note. "From a magazine called Ladies night." Bob smirked. Luke walked out into the rain. "Don't give up the day job." was shouted from the warm office.

Twenty minuets later, the money was looking less and less attractive as melting sleet finally found its way into his crotch. To add to Luke's delight the big Kawasaki started to misfire. Single-track roads, some not much wider than the bike criss crossed the high moors, crumbling stone walls and sucking mires completed the storm blasted landscape. This was Stone moss, one of the few places in the High Peak that walkers and day-trippers avoided. It was a dismal enough place in bright sunshine, on a wet December night it was an awful place. Images of the bog bodies, which were sometimes found up here, filled Luke's head. He could almost feel their peaty brown withered hands reaching for him from the deep bogs at the roadside.

"Bloody bikes! Bloody country roads! Bloody sleet! BLOODY HELL!" The bike’s front tyre slid on a mixture of sleet and gravel and only his skill, and years as a dispatch rider in London stopped him going off the road into a weed choked ditch. The pouring rain had brought a torrent of the slippery bloody stuff right across the dark road from a hidden driveway. In the headlights beam Luke saw the name plate fixed to a large rock. STONE GRANGE.

Turning the bike around he started off up the driveway. He was about a quarter of a mile down the winding drive when he finally saw the lights of the house. Away from the drive, out of the beam of Luke's headlight a shadow, darker even than the distant hills slid towards the grange. The doorbell was one of those old iron pull types and a sharp tug made a bell sound in the distance. A light came on in the porch and a woman in a deep red velvet trouser suit opened the door. He started to hand her the document tube but she turned back into the house, "Come inside." She said. The heat from the huge range in the corner hit Luke as soon as he entered the kitchen. A kettle had just started to whistle. "Coffee?" She asked. Luke nodded, dripping slowly onto the stone floor. She looked at him for the first time. "You’re soaked," she said. "Take off those wet things." It was not a question; it was a statement of fact. Luke sat on a wooden kitchen chair and looked around, his leathers now hung over the range the drips ending in a sharp hiss. He sat in his thermals and an old Triumph T shirt which clung wetly to his five foot six frame. His small size had always been a source of fun for his larger colleagues. It was an old house this by the look of it, though all the electrical gadgets looked brand new. The whole place screamed money.

Vanessa Stonemoor, as she had introduced herself, stood across at the kitchen table leafing through the artwork he had delivered. She was about 3 or 4 inches taller than Luke was, her black hair was held back into a long French plait with a velvet band set with pearls. At her throat were more pearls, a double string. They were only slightly paler than her skin. Her suit was closely fitted and finely cut, Luke's eyes followed her perfect form as she moved around the kitchen. She moved with a fluid grace that was accentuated by the changing light on sleek velvet the colour of good claret. This was a woman of some substance, and a fully functional babe to boot.

She turned towards him, and looked him up and down. He's quite small. She thought, the memory of an impassioned plea ran through her head. Yes I can help him, From what I’ve seen it’s not too late. Of course that scruffy little beard will have to go, and as for that mousy hair colour, I think we can do better than that. Yes, worth trying, better than the alternative. Well for him anyway. Luke totally misinterpreted her smile. Christ on a bike, she's checking me out! I'm in here. These rich birds can't get enough, they like a bit of rough. As these thoughts raced through his mind Bob's grinning image came to mind. Luke would never let him forget this one.

Vanessa reached for the bottle on the side table; she had prepared it just before his arrival. "How about a glass a scotch? Warm your blood." She smiled, her red lips opening over even white teeth.

"And please, call me Vanessa."

He laid back in the hot bath, the scent of Patchouli and cinnamon hung heavy in the air; He tried to collect his thoughts. Only an hour ago he had been frozen and soaked to the skin, and now, thanks to Vanessa's large measures of malt he was glowing both inside and out. It all seemed to good to be true, a rich woman like Vanessa letting a grubby biker like him have the run of the place. Not that I'm grubby at the moment he thought, as perfumed bubbles burst releasing their fragrance. He played the previous hours events back in his mind. Vanessa had knelt down to give him his drink and had recoiled in horror at the touch of sodden thermal. She had slid one slim hand inside his ragged T-shirt and insisted that he strip at once. Then she had rushed upstairs. Thoughts of sudden passion on the kitchen table had been dashed when there was the sound of running water from another part of the house. She had insisted he got into a hot bath before he caught pneumonia. Well he thought. There was still a good chance of getting into her knickers. Downstairs Vanessa started the washing machine on its self-clean cycle, strangely she was thinking much the same thing, though it would not be quite how Luke imagined. She took down his leathers from above the range then sat at the kitchen table and wrote a few lines in the little book she had taken from her bag. Taking the blank sheets of photographic paper Luke had delivered and his few clothes from the chair she pushed them into the range and watched them as they were consumed. His boots went the same way. The range destroyed any evidence. Taking a shiny black raincoat from its peg by the front door she slipped from the house for a few minuets. After a short telephone call she climbed the thickly carpeted stairs.

The heady scent of the bath had almost lulled Luke to sleep when the bathroom door opened. Vanessa stood in the doorway; the light from the hall behind gave the impression of a full body halo. It showed off her outline through the black kimono that hung open. Her waist tiny in a little satin corset, six suspenders with tiny bows held up black satin stockings. Oriental slippers with two-inch heels finished the outfit to a tee. Her hair freed from its confinement flowed down to her waist. Luke's eyes opened wide, she seemed to leave quite a time before she spoke, enjoying the effect she was having on him.

"Here are some towels; I’ve put your things into wash, so you can wear this robe." She was so matter of fact that Luke was out of the bath and reaching for the proffered towel before the implications of her actions had sunk in.

She was suddenly very close; her eyes looked deep into his own, for a moment an appraising look flickered across them. A hand slipped down Luke's thigh. She smiled, her eyes were the deepest green he had ever seen, her lips slightly open. Her tongue ran across perfect white teeth. He reached for her, the towel forgotten. Her hand caught his wrist. The strength in that fine hand suprised him.

"I could never make love with such a hairy man; my lovers must be smooth and scented. Do you want to make love to me Luke?"

Did bears shit in the wood? Was the pope catholic? Luke wanted, oh how he wanted! If it meant losing a few hairs, so what, hair grows back, but another chance like this may never come again.

Half an hour later the last of the bath water had flowed down the plughole. A few stray hairs lay in the bottom. Luke stood naked in Vanessa’s bedroom as she towelled the last traces of dampness from his body. There had been several glasses of that wonderful malt whiskey whilst he lay in the bath, he had watched as Vanessa had run the pink razor up and down his whole body. In the full-length mirrors that made up the fitted wardrobe doors he could see himself, his body now completely devoid of hair looked very strange. Never very muscled and a little on the skinny side, without it's normal light covering of hair it was defiantly not very macho, in fact rather girlish. Only after some pleading had Vanessa left him with a little hair around his dick but even this she had trimmed to a neat triangle.

Vanessa went to hang up the damp towels as he twisted around to get a good look at his shaven frame. He was standing close to the dressing table mirror examining his beardless face with his hair hanging in damp strands over his shoulders when she returned.

Standing silently in the doorway she smiled.

"How do you like it?" She asked, Luke looked round with a start, Vanessa stood only inches behind him. God this woman walks quietly. He thought. Sit down. She said, not waiting for a reply she pulled out the dressing table 's chair. It was a dark wood, French polished and very old, the same as most of the furniture in the room. There was a flurry of silky cloth about him. Around his shoulders lay a deep blue robe, its satin folds covering his bare body; his hands found the sleeve openings. The feeling of the cool satin on his bare skin felt so far removed from the clothes he normally wore that his head swam. Vanessa reached around him and tied it closed with a large bow; every movement brought the touch of satin as it slid on a smooth thigh or leg. A gentle pressure sat him firmly in the seat and he now watched as Vanessa smoothed a pale pink cream into his face. "Moisturiser," she explained. "To keep that pretty face soft." She massaged his shoulders through the sensual material and refilled

His glass again. Luke didn't notice that her glass remained untouched. The 'pretty' remark went unnoticed. Her nails long and perfectly manicured gleamed like little mirrors against the dark blue robe.

Vanessa studied Luke reflected in the mirror. He had a relaxed smile on his face, his eyes slightly glazed, Soon. She smiled to herself. Very soon he would be all hers.

 

 

Chapter Two

Across the moors at an ancient circle of stones a few begraggled souls welcomed in the winter solstice. The longest night of the year.

A flash of distant lightning showed the rear end of a large motorcycle as it slowly disappeared into the embrace of the waiting marsh.

Now she was massaging his neck. Under Vanessa’s relaxing kneading Luke was becoming more and more drowsy, the whiskey too was adding to the way he felt. He hoped that he hadn't blown his chances. Vanessa brushed his hair with an antique silver-backed brush and produced a chrome hair drier from under the dressing table. Clean and free from it's wind induced tangles it soon became smooth and glossy, and if he could have seen behind him, seemed to grow fuller with every stroke of the brush. With a practised hand Vanessa twisted an elasticised band over the skein of hair forming a long ponytail that now reached almost halfway down his back. Yes. She though this is going to work out fine, her initial judgement had been correct. It would have been a terrible waste if he had gone the way of the others. She smiled and leaned around him to plant a lingering kiss on his startled lips.

This was no chaste kiss; lips mashing together Luke tasted sweet waxy lipstick, their arms and fingers intertwined like new-born snakes. Still seated and with this sinuous woman wrapped round him, He felt as if he was closer to being her prey instead of her lover. A salty taste filled his mouth, it was familiar, whenever he had skinned a knuckle whilst fixing some dead or dying bike he had often sucked on the wound until it stopped. Blood! It was blood. The bitch had bitten him, but there was no pain. Luke tried to pull away but there was no escaping Vanessa's caress. She was far stronger than he would have thought possible. What was happening? This couldn't be right.

He seemed to be drowning in blood, it ran in rivers down his throat, the smell of it filled his nostrils and even his vision was becoming tinted with pink. The room swam; every part of his body seemed alive with pins and needles. Finally Vanessa released him; dazed and weakened he tried to crawl towards the open bedroom door.

The door closed before he was halfway across the room, Vanessa stood in front of it.

"Where do you think you are you going?" She asked.

Disorientated and confused, Luke could only point towards the door. He tried to focus on his hand. Something was very wrong, his hands had always been on the small side but now they seemed even slimmer, the nails much longer. "What the..." He started, then realised his voice was different too. At least an octave higher, like a kid. Or, Oh shit! A girls.

Reflected in the floor length mirrors, a figure clad in a dark satin robe turned to look at its reflection, with some effort Luke got to his feet and stared at the glass. The robe fell open revealing a body that was neither male nor female but somewhere in between. Changing before his very eyes. Smooth skinned and with long glossy hair, his own face looked back, the face becoming slightly rounder, features finer than before, the nose smaller and slightly bobbed at the end. There was no sign of the break he had got that drunken night in 97.

His legs grew slimmer, hips a little wider. Luke hit the thickly carpeted floor as his pelvis suddenly jerked throwing him off balance.

Vanessa stood silently, watching as his body changed just as she had planned. He lay on the floor, curled into an almost foetal shape, his mouth working silently.

"There’s a good boy," Vanessa spoke as one would as if talking to a child or a puppy that had performed an amusing trick. She picked up the slim figure with no effort at all, placing it gently on the large bed.

Luke could do nothing, his changing body unresponsive to his minds frantic commands. Through the cotton wool fuzziness he felt the robe stripped from him. Soon his wrists and ankles were secured to the carved bedposts with blue silk cords. He passed out, naked restrained and helpless he was totally at Vanessa’s mercy.

She pulled him into a sitting position and released his hair from its ponytail, fetching the silver brush and a pair of scissors from the dressing table Vanessa set about brushing Luke’s hair from his crown in even sweeps. The soft hair was trimmed back into an even fringe with two cute bangs framing his now truly feminine face and left long at the back. She moved him forward and placed a soft pillow behind him. A few moments with tweezers took care of the eyebrows.

"You don’t know how lucky you are." Vanessa spoke to the silent figure as she sat painting his fingernails a glossy light blue to match his toes. "You could have been just food for the beast, now at least you will have a choice. Lunch or … Lucinda, yes defiantly Lucinda, the decision will be yours.

Hmm; almost done, just a little paint and powder." Blue eye shadow was blended into silver on the eyelids, a little liner round the eyes and a touch of red gloss on lovely lips. Finally the cheeks received a highlight of blusher. "There. All finished, and pretty as a picture."

Almost as an afterthought she spayed a mist of Channel above the bed. "Sleep well, for tomorrow. Well;

We shall have to see what, or maybe who tomorrow brings."

 

Chapter Three

A clock struck in a distant room. Luke awoke with a terrible hang over; "Christ what did I get up to last night." Blurred memories. Some crazy dream? There was some recollection of a raven-haired woman and rain, yes most defiantly rain.

So where was he? This wasn’t his dingy bed sit, this room was dimly lit and smelt of perfume, not damp leather and old socks as his own normally did.

A large mirror had been stood right in his line of sight; its reflective surface showed a beautiful naked girl tied hand and foot to an antique bed. A shaft of sunlight through a gap in heavy curtains illuminated her. Fascinating shadows played over her full breasts. Luke started to turn in order to see where this bound lovely was; he was brought up short by the cords holding his wrists to the bedposts. The events of the previous night flooded back, washing away all traces of sleep.

His eyes once a watery grey blue were now the clearest blue of water sapphires, the high arch of the eyebrows made them seem much larger. Glorious otter brown hair gave no hint of its origin of mousy tangles. Falling over his shoulders it framed fine almost elfin features; the lips were full and red. No trace of the scars of boyhood acne remained. A flawless face if ever there was one; his own face but changed almost beyond all recognition. Delicate feet and ankles gave way to slim tapering legs, which ended at…"NOOOO!"

The girl in the mirror screamed and thrashed her lithe body helplessly against her bonds, every movement matching his.

A figure stepped from the shadows.

The curtains were pulled wide. Vanessa bathed in the rays of the winter sun seemed almost to glow.

Gone were the black locks, her hair blazed like red gold, falling in a torrent of tight curls down to her ankles. A single braid of hair around her brow kept it clear of her face.

She wore a long fitted gown of deepest green, square necked and shot through with gold. As she moved it shimmered like sunlight through the leaves of summer trees. Girdled with a golden cord at the waist and with long flowing sleeves of gold lace. She could have stepped straight from any of the ancient tapestries which Luke had seen hanging high above the stairs. About her neck gleamed a golden torc.

Vanessa’s emerald eyes locked with Luke’s, "Be quiet." She said softly.

His angry movements ceased. He wanted to struggle but could not, only Luke’s eyes seemed to be under his control.

"That’s better." She said, "now I shall untie you. The cords were removed but still Luke could make no move.

Look at the wonderful things I have for you, she picked up a pile of boxes from near the door.

"Come over here Lucinda, we can’t have you lying around naked all day, can we?"

Who the hell is Lucinda? Thought Luke. He got his answer when he suddenly rolled over, rubbing his wrists where the cords had left little red marks; he got off the bed. He walked gracefully over to where Vanessa stood, his hair swaying gently around his shoulders.

I’m not doing this! Luke tried to make his new body comply, to run from the room. It was to no avail, like a traveller on a train he had no control. Whatever his final destination it seemed Vanessa was the engine driver.

He could only watch as Vanessa took a pale blue satin Basque from its tissue wrapping. His hand reached out for it.

Empty boxes lay on the bed next to the coiled cords.

Lucinda twirled in front of the mirrors. Her slim waist accentuated by the shiny blue satin, the tops of firm breasts showed above a froth of white lace. Matching panties fitted like a glove over perfect hips. Sheer white hold up stockings, their lace tops clinging to his slim thighs ended at blue leather calf length boots, their three inch heels bought him almost level with Vanessa.

All this he had put on with the easy grace of a practised hand, his disbelieving eyes forced to watch every action.

He ran to the now smiling Vanessa like a child who had just received a present from a favourite aunt.

"You are very beautiful my dear, but please finish dressing before you exhaust yourself, we still have much to do."

Next came a short blue satin skirt, snug at the waist and flaring out at the hem, just long enough to cover the tops of his stockings. Then a silvery grey silk blouse.

Luke first unbuttoned the cuffs then tied it in a loose knot just above his hips. The top three buttons left open to show a hint of lace. From the dressing table he took a dozen or so thin silver bangles, these went on his left wrist. A slim silver watch circled the right. He span around once more, the silky material of the skirt swirling about him.

Vanessa lifted his hair and placed a fine silver chain about his neck, hanging from the chain was a silver pendant in the shape of eye, and the eye was as blue as his own.

Luke suddenly had control of his own body. He staggered on the unfamiliar heels, clutching the table for support. He sobbed. "What have you done to me. Look at me I’m a bloody girl!

Who the hell are you? What the hell are you?"

Vanessa spoke.

"All will soon become clear."

"Now." She said. "Tell me who you are." This was accompanied with a friendly smile.

"I’m Luke Johnson!" He shouted, his voice becoming frantic. "I’m Luke Johnson, and I’m a man! People know I’m here, they will come looking for me. You won’t get away with this. I don’t know how you’ve done this, but change me back right now you bitch!"

He rushed at her; tears were running down his face, his long painted nails flailing at her face.

Vanessa caught his hands and with no effort at all dragged him in front of the wardrobes mirrored doors.

"Does this look like anyone called Luke Johnson to you?" She forced him to look into the mirror. His otters pelt of hair was tousled; tears had left streaks down his perfectly made up face. "There is no Luke Johnson here! He has never been here, and no one is looking for him."

Vanessa’s grip was like a vice.

"See what you have become. This is who you have always been, buried under that ridiculous male ego. I have taken every thing from your body that could be considered male, and I could take more too should I wish it, I could take your life itself.

You could join those shrivelled corpses deep out there in the mires." She gestured towards the window. "One thing that I can assure you is, that the Luke you knew is gone for ever and he’s not coming back." She mocked him.

Luke blanched.

"I know you’re every thought, every dream. I can see your past and your future. You know that you have wasted your life. You are much brighter than you let on, you dumb down to fit in with your idea of a ‘proper’ man; It is only due to your mother that your not sinking down amongst the moss right now."

Luke stared. "My mother died seven years ago! She was killed by a drunken arsehole in a stolen car."

"I am quite aware of that." Retorted Vanessa." I shared her pain as I have for countless others, I offered to take her far from the pain. She refused. Even though she knew she was dying, her main concern was for her son. She did not call out to save herself, but to save you. She would not take my gift, only my promise. She knew that you were special, that you were sensitive, caring and creative. She had nurtured your talents and saw you for what you were.

She knew your father was a drunken fool who would turn you into a carbon copy of him.

How could I refuse a mothers last wish.

I have only loosed the beauty in your soul, Truly, though I took the very essence that makes you a man, it was your own inner being, the one you have kept hidden for so long that has produced the person you now see in the mirror.

You think that it was I controlling your actions as you dressed.

It was not. Even I do not have such power over a living mind. Look deep into yourself and you will see that you acted entirely on your own. Inside you know this is the way to go, you need only take a first step."

Vanessa released him. Luke staggered upright. "I felt your coming last night, you were like a beacon across the moor. Though only when I opened the door was I truly able to see whom you could be. I know that you still make beautiful sketches in the long night in that foul bedsit. I sensed your fear of becoming a useless slob like your father. I felt your self-loathing and anger at your lack of achievement. Your heart cries out for help, I could see that your mother was correct. How many times have you wished that everything were different? How often did you wish to be someone else? Yet still you followed a self-destructive path. You convinced yourself that all you needed was just one break to make a fresh start, but you did nothing to help yourself. You have walked upon this earth for twenty-one years and have nothing to show.

Well my boy, this is it! You are being given a second chance, a whole new start. You can fulfil your potential as you should have done or embrace oblivion. Now decide! Do not try me! Tell me who you are!"

All the fight went out of Luke; he stared deep into the glass, into himself, and he knew she had not lied.

His voice was quiet and interspersed with small sobs.

"I’m Lucinda." He replied.

 

 

Chapter four

"It's all right, I understand." she said, moving her free hand up under her Lucinda's skirt and resting it on her pubic mound. "It’s all very strange and new to you, you have become a beautiful young woman in a single night. Most girls your age have had a lifetime to find out all about their bodies and how everything fits together.

You came here to deliver, and found that you were really here to receive something far greater. You though you would be enjoying a sexual encounter, and that is just what you’re going to get.

I am going to show you what you can expect from your new form, I think you will soon begin to appreciate just how good it can feel to be all woman. Vanessa's fingers slowly slipped into Lucinda’s panties and gently slid into her pussy. "Oh! Oh my, that feels so…" Fireworks exploded in her head as the probing digits did their work. It made her head spin. As Vanessa gently stroked her pussy through the light covering of hair, Lucinda’s nipples tightened and she felt the tingling develop into an uncontrollable need. Between her legs pressure was building, like a tidal surge held behind a breakwater. Newly reborn as a woman she had never experienced anything like this.

The breakwater suddenly breached and her sex was awash with her juices. Vanessa slowly removed her glistening fingers from Lucinda’s sopping clit; she held them to her face. Lucinda could smell her own warm musk. Helpless, she began to roll her tongue over the proffered finger and sucked on it gently. "That's a good girl," Vanessa said seductively. "That's a very good girl." There was no trace of anger in her voice this time. Their eyes locked. Without losing her gaze She placed her free hand on Lucinda's neck and began to open the top buttons of her blouse. She felt the hand slide down under the cups of her Basque until suddenly fingers had reached her now erect nipples. Her heart raced and her clit began to throb as Vanessa began to fondle her breasts. She gave out a muffled yelp when those perfect nails pinched her nipples. "Ooh, yes," Vanessa purred, "We are learning, aren't we? She gave a fierce tug at the ties on the front of the Basque and it snapped open, releasing the two pert orbs into her hand. "Well, what have we been hiding in here?" She continued. Her perfect teeth glinted in he light. "These look good enough to eat," she continued as she lowered her head and took one firm breast in her mouth and began to lick and suck at the nipple. In moments Lucinda's whole chest was glistening with saliva as her mouth moved back and forth from one breast to the other. Lucinda was now almost biting on Vanessa's finger and her pussy felt like it was on fire. Now Vanessa began to run her tongue up her chest and neck, licking her chin and removing her finger before planting her lips firmly on hers. Lucinda felt her tongue slide into her mouth and immediately she began to suck on it hungrily. "Quite the greedy little tart, aren't we? And I though you were such a little innocent!" Vanessa chided as she withdrew her tongue from Lucinda's mouth. "Well, we mustn't keep mother waiting, mustn't we?" Without saying another word, She pulled at Lucinda's skirt and pushed it to the floor. She then got down on her knees and slowly lowered her panties until they were down around her ankles. Lucinda swooned as she felt the first touch of Vanessa's warm, wet lips on her thigh, licking their way up until they had reached her now soaked-through pussy. She trembled as a probing tongue entered her moist, hot crease and began to lick her clitoris. In slow rhythm she pressed her pussy hard against the loving mouth and felt the pleasure so many women before her had felt. Vanessa's tongue was now deep inside her, her fingers clutching at her ass and spreading the cheeks. Suddenly she felt penetration from behind as well, as one of her Vanessa long supple fingers slithered its way up her rectum. In and out, her tongue from in front and her finger from behind, Lucinda knew it was just a matter of moments until her body would climax. Only then would this expert treatment have its desired effect. "Oh god! Oh mother!" Lucinda screamed; her overwhelming orgasm finally came.

"Well I see you finally realise who I Am." smiled Vanessa.

Vanessa regarded the young girl before her; she hugged her tightly to her bosom. Lucinda did not resist.

"Welcome and well met daughter." Said Vanessa.

"There is a great power in names. They define who we are, now that you have accepted yourself as Lucinda, that is who you shall always be."

She continued.

"I have given you your true name, and now I give you mine.

I have walked this world for countless years, and have carried with me many names. The wandering Celts, who spread across what is now Europe, called me Sidh, Clota and Epona amongst many others. In Ireland I was Morrigan, Macha and Badh. The Greeks knew me as Persperone, Dememeter and Hecate. Great temples and sacred groves have risen in my honour, I have seen them rise and crumble with the passing of time. When the ancient people of this land first lived on the hills around this valley I was here, They built their circles for me, and named me, moss mother.

I am life, death and rebirth. Caring, bountiful and destructive. I am maiden and crone but always mother.

I am the three in one, the ancient triad. I am the triple goddess.

All women hold some of me in their souls, and I hold them all dear, for I am mother to them all. Men fear me, for I can take all they hold dear. It is woman that knows my bounty.

Many times have I been put aside, the people forget me. It is in their very nature to do so. I have seen great pantheons of gods swept away to make way for the new, but in their hearts, they still call out to me. Long have I been, and still I remain."

Slowly she got up off her knees and with her fingertips rubbed the juices of Lucinda's most intimate places onto the tops of her own breasts, just where they showed above the neckline of her gown. Mixing the sweet juices with her sweat. She then lifted the breasts up to Lucinda's chin and bade her to taste. Lucinda extended her tongue and licked at her, lapping the dew from her pale skin, tasting herself as she had never tasted herself before. "Well, Lucinda," Vanessa said, "how did I do? Am I a good tutor? Are you glad to be a girl? Are you proud of your new body? Do you fully understand? Do you love how it feels?" Lucinda was by now completely spent, her body felt light and weak. She looked down and suddenly realised how she looked; her blouse was open and her firm breasts jutted from amongst the lace froth of her Basque. Her skirt and panties lay crumpled around her ankles. Her whole body glistened with sweat and her face was flushed pink. Hair all slicked to her head, she looked totally wanton. She suddenly felt almost ashamed for what she had let herself do. . And enjoy! She began to bend over to lift up her panties, but her Vanessa stopped her. "Oh no, little one, not so fast," She said in a commanding voice. "We're not finished yet, not at all. Now it's my turn." With that she took her Lucinda's arm and pulled her over to the bed. She loosed the belt of her shimmering green gown and pulled it over her head, she let it fall to the floor in an emerald pool then laid herself down on the bed, her hair now a flaming halo of pure ash white.

The maiden had replaced the mother.

"Now we'll see what the new girl can do," she purred as she pulled Lucinda down to between her legs.

 

 

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