In Service to Isis

by Michelle Rose

 

Chapter 1

 

As I caught my breath, I sat in the darkness thankful for the cave that sheltered me from the scorching heat of the sun, Thankful, for it saving my life, With shelter, maybe, I stand a chance of getting out of this with my balls intact.

I had wandered the canyon floor for two days after becoming separated from the archeological survey team I was a part of. Luckily, I always carry at least four liters of water and several power bars when working in the desert. Surviving the heat of day and the cold of night had taxed my body and mind to the limits. My water ran out about 6 hours before finding the cave and I felt the effects of dehydration working me. Its death grip was tight and if I didn't find shelter and water soon, I knew I was finished! Seeking the shade, in the shadow of the cliff that formed the canyon, I moved slowly through debris and boulders.

Staggering about the base of the cliff, I found the entrance to a cave behind some rocks. It was more of a crack, but I easily crawled through. Inside, I sat in the cool darkness of the cave and the sweetness of the air caught my attention. Not only was the air cool and fresh bu,t there was a decided dampness to it. Could there be water here? A spring or underground lake? Rummaging through my gunny sack, I found what I needed. The activated light stick soon bathed the cave in an eerie green light. Quickly, I walked around the small cave and found another crack leading to a chamber not 10 meters away. This was a tighter space and I had to drag my sack behind me as I slid through on my stomach.

Once through, I found my self in a vast chamber. It was not a cave, but a man made chamber. It was cut out of the stone, complete with small buildings and walkways. The air was fresh and reminded me of a perfumery my mother frequented when I was a young boy. There was light enough to see, which, I, later learned was because there was an extensive system of "light shafts" cut into the camber. This allowed sun light to pass into the chamber producing a dim and somehow sensual ambiance, Exploring, I soon found Hieroglyphics, Egyptians, out here, how did they build this so far into the desert? This is a remote area of the Negev Desert today, during the empires of Egypt, this was no mans land. There is no water for a hundred kilometers in any direction. But, here it is!

Chapter 2

Egyptian antiquities were not my area of interest, but work in archeology is scarce these days, so I took whatever I could get. For the last two years, I have been working steadily in this very hot desert. Being a good student, I studied the Ancient Egyptian system of writing and could read Hieroglyphics fairly well.

As I wondered about, looking for some clues about this place, I came upon a building of particular beauty. It steps led up to an open court yard. It must have been a very lovely garden and in its center stood a statue. A beautiful woman, a deity, so lovely in her pose the stone looked alive. But, who could this be? As I cleaned centuries of dust from the inscription, I was able to read the text. Isis! This was her temple, a secret temple, so far away from the corruption of the royal court, free to live un-noticed by the authorities of the kingdom. I was giddy as a school girl, what a discovery. That's when I noticed the large fountain at the far end of the garden. In it, was water! Water, it was sweet, it was cool and it was life saving. I drank my full and then bathed my body. It was soft and wonderful, like a woman's love. Feeling refreshed, I laid my cloths to dry and wandered about naked, reading the Hieroglyphics.

 

Chapter 3

 

This was a secret monastery to Isis, the archetype of femininity. Creation, fertility and motherhood, all the attributes of womanhood, passion, beauty and sensuality, all attributed to Isis. She was known to have strong powers, a magic which she freely used to serve her needs. She was worshiped for thousands of years in Egyptian culture. Under her law, women held esteem, were able to live without a male guardian, they could own business's and accumulate real wealth. They were free and enjoyed sexual independence. But most importantly, they were politically active. Secretly, her priestesses were introduced to the royal harems of the Pharos. The children from these unions were all females and priestesses in the service of Isis. Detailed in the temple Hieroglyphics, I learned that several of the female kings, were in fact priestesses of Isis and had ascended to the throne because "manipulations" by the sisters of Isis. From this temple, priestesses controlled the workings of the temples and at times, the empire.

As I looked about, I learned this was a ceremonial ground where the high priestess anointed the new priestesses. These, transformed women would spread the "gospel" of Isis throughout the empire. They were very beautiful, tall and elegant ladies. They embodied the vision of womanhood. As I read, I came to a passage recited by those making the pledge of submission and servitude to the Goddess. Without realizing the implication of what I was reading, I read the passage aloud.

"Here, before the embodiment of Isis, before her priestesses, I offer my flesh and sole to Isis. I accept her rule over me and enter into servitude of my own free will. Take me and mold me to serve the Goddess".

Chapter 4

 

After I had finished the passage, a surge of power slammed into my body; It imprisoned me and performed its task. Slim tendrils of the power spread throughout my body. Held secure by the force of the power, I hung limply in the air and was lost in an aura of pain. The magic claimed my DNA. In that instant, it inscribed a new message and a "new order" for the cells of my body. By the time it was over, the transformation had begun. Rewriting my genetic code and restructuring my body. It worked its way through me and when I came too, I was lying on the ground where I had collapsed, I was scared and a tear formed in my eye and trickled down my check.

When wiping the tear from my check, I noticed my hand. It was small, the skin soft and my fingers were slender. As I looked myself over, it was apparent I had lost a lot of weight and was several centimeters shorter. My whole body was different, I had no body or facial hair and my skin was smooth, almost porcelain white. It was amazingly sensitive. Just touching myself gave me goose bumps. My arms and legs had lost the bulging muscles that served me so well. Now they were slim and graceful, more like a child's. My chest and abdomen had narrowed considerably. My waist was higher and my abdomen flat. When I looked down at my manhood, I was horrified to find that my penis and testicles were very different from the last time I had seen them. They were small, almost nothing at all, like a pre-pubescent boy. I screamed in freight and did not recognize the high pitched voice as my own. I raced to the fountain to look at my reflection. What I saw was not the man who entered the temple. I was transformed, very slight, neither masculine nor feminine, but both at the same time. I was androgynous! My emotions ran away and the tears were unstoppable,

I cried and sobbed. First, I was lost in the desert without much hope. Then, I found the cave and a good supply of water, only to become ensnared by some 4000 year old magical ceremony! I drank some more and washed my new, almost feminine, face.

My cloths were still to wet wear and besides, now, they will be way too big! So still naked, I walked back to the glyph's I was reading when I was attacked by the force, I found my place and continued reading.

As I read, I came to realize that I had initiated an ancient ritual. All who would serve Isis must be women. Uh-Oh! All must undergo the training and education in the ways of Isis. All who pledge to serve would be beautiful and produce only girl children. These children would also serve Isis, but as "true born priestesses", they would fill the most important levels of the hierarchy. Shit! What does this mean? I read on.

The initial transformation is the first effect of the magic. It has erased all the genetic information in my cells that made me a man. Once removed, the masculinity caused by the Y chromosome would be lost. Resulting in, what I now am, androgynous. In the second phase of the transformation, all the female genetic information infused into my cells by the power, will be manifest as the female I am now becoming. I'm in big trouble!

Chapter 5

 

I didn't have long to wait as the second phase soon began. This time, I was conscious and aware of all the changes occurring, but, it didn't hurt. Rather, it was very pleasant; I became excited with anticipation and was not afraid of losing my maleness. My mind had already begun to form my new female persona and I became lost to the "femininity" of my transition.

I was first aware of my penis shrinking in size to that of a woman's clitoris and then move to the proper position. The tissue that was my testicles were drawn up into my abdomen, assuming their position's at the sides of my developing uterus. Soon, fallopian tubes would connect to my forming uterus. The skin of my scotum began to divide and parted in the middle. As the halves became my labia they split a second time and both sets labia were completed, I parted them and slipped my finger into "my" vagina. It was moist and sensitive to my explorations. The pleasure was intense, unlike any thing I experienced as a man. It seems, I would be a complete woman.

As this was happening, my hips, tush and bust began to deposit fat that would give the shapely figure of a mature woman in the prime of her life. I was amazed how the skin around my nipples darkened as my breasts and nipples grew to womanhood. I felt a sudden fullness in my pelvis as my bone structure opened and gave my hips the width need for childbirth. My spine realigned with my new pelvis and gave me a very womanly behind. Fat deposits smoothed all my new curves into that of a healthy woman.

Aware of all this I become excited and felt a deep ache from my new sex. This pleasurable sensation calmed the last of my anxiety about what was happening. It was strange, I never felt any remorse over losing my male gender, I was so happy at becoming a woman that I eagerly awaited completion of the metamorphosis. I could feel the bony structure of my face change. The feminization was so complete that I could not recognize the reflection in the waters of the fountain of Isis. The features were a soft and gently curving nose, almond shaped eyes, high arched eyebrows, short sloping forehead. My check bones rose and the jaw line softened.

As the last traces of my manhood were consumed they were replaced by the glory of womanhood and Isis had her first new priestess in over 3000 years.

  

  

  

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