The Joining

by Jennifer White

 

Vince was lonely. He was a 'nice guy' who had some dates, but he was often too shy to meet women. Most women who he found attractive didn't seem to take an interest in him. It was a shame for them, because he was nice, well enough off, and would have treated any of them well (or so he thought).

Vince was even the sort of man who wanted a strong woman. He wanted to be the submissive one in a relationship. He might have even been willing to try being dominated, if that's what his woman wanted. But still, he never found the right woman, and he never had a long lasting relationship.

What he didn't realize, as many men don't, is that even if you're nice, humble, and shy, you still need to learn how to talk to women. And if you are with a woman, you should not 'smother' them, but going all out, all of the time, especially at first. That will give us the wrong impression.

Vince made this classic mistake, as well as not really listening when women talked. Listening, without making suggestions all the time. A woman who is talking is trying to get something 'off her chest', and does not want to be bombarded with suggestions on how to make it better. It's like when a man is dating a woman, takes her golfing, then tries to tell her how to 'fix' every shot. It ends up making her mad, and does not actually fix *anything*. (Note to guys: don't do that!!!!).

 

* * *

 

Vince tried a number of ways to meet women, but if he went to a singles dance, he was too shy. If he tried other activities, he didn't seem to meet the right kind of women (i.e. ones who were interested in him). So he decided it was time to try something new and different.

He bought a local 'underground' paper, and read it all the way through. In a way, he hoped to meet a woman who was more in charge, more dominant. He read the 'alternative' personals, but was scared off by what he found there.

But inside, there was an ad that intrigued him. It was for a group of women who prayed together. From the tone of the ad, it implied (but didn't state outright) that it was a female deity they worshipped. This excited him. He decided that he would go to their meeting.

First of all, he'd be the only man there, so he'd have a better chance to meet a woman than anywhere else he could think of. Secondly, he would be showing right away that he was submitting himself to a female deity. That would send the right signal to the type of woman that he wanted to find.

It was a perfect plan! He picked out what he thought was his nicest outfit, drove downtown, and found his way into the meeting hall.

 

* * *

 

Vince wandered around until he found room 205, the one listed in the ad. He opened the door, and walked in. When he saw the group of women standing around, talking, he smiled. There were at least twenty women here, and each of them was pretty. He had been afraid that they would all be ugly or old. But they all seemed to be college aged. He perked up as he became aroused.

"I'm sorry sir, you have the wrong room" said one of them.

Vince held up the ad.

"No, I think this is the right one" he said, showing it to her.

She looked at the ad, and shook her head.

"This meeting is for women only. You men have your own religions."

"No, I want to pray with you. I want to believe with you. I have only pure intentions. By the way, my name is Vince. Who are you?"

"I'm Erin" she said, holding out a hand to shake his. "But no matter what your intentions, you still have to leave. You are only allowed to be here if you are a woman."

"What's all this fuss about?" asked another women, who walked over to Erin and Vince.

"This guy wants to join our meeting. I told him he's not allowed to stay."

"That's right" said the other woman. "And anyway, you wouldn't like it. A bunch of chick stuff."

"No, I'm very interested in it" he said, smiling.

"Look buddy, you just can't stay. Its against our rules, its wrong, and...." she was at a loss for words.

"You will pollute our circle of pure femininity" said Erin, who received a sharp elbow from the other woman for giving away one of their little secrets.

"Please" he said with a pleading voice, "give me a chance. Don't force me to leave."

"Oh all right, but don't say I didn't warn you!" said the woman, turning her back in a huff.

Vince smiled. He was in!

"I don't think this will be what you think" said Erin. "For your own sake, you should walk out that door right now, and never come back."

"Sorry Erin, but I didn't come this far to leave" he said. The chicks would like it that he was so persistent. That showed how good a person he was.

 

* * *

 

A few other women filtered in over the next few minutes, and there were many whispered conversations about Vince. At last, the door was locked, and it all began.

First, they all stood in line at the back, to get a white robe. It was soft and silky to the touch, with loose puffy arms, and lacy trim on the cuffs. It had a narrower waist, then widened below, almost like a skirt. Vince put his on, like the others.

Next, they all took off their shoes, and he did likewise. His were the only tennis shoes among the pairs of sandals, pumps and other women's shoes. They would be easy to find afterwards he thought!

The women all walked around in a circle, in silence. After nine times around, they all sat down, except for one blond woman, who had silver trim on her white robe. She was obviously the priestess, and she began to lead the ceremony.

"Oh Goddess!" she intoned, reading from a large book, "We the pure of heart have heard Your calling. While wicked men bring harm upon the world, we the true believers pray you to bring Your peace and love. We call upon You to grace us with Your presence."

All the women bowed their heads, so Vince did too.

"In the beginning there was nothing. You brought all into being, and made woman in Your likeness, so that we too could bring life into the world, as You did us. For all of known time, men have overpowered us with their strength, their brutality. We hope for the day when we will overcome their might, so that women may rule the world. Let us bring Your light to the world."

The women now all sat up, and stuck their legs out, towards the middle of the circle.

"Oh Lord our Goddess, you have graced us with our femininity. Through us, new life may be brought into this world. May we each bear daughters"

"May we each bear daughters" said the whole group. Erin shot a dirty look over to Vince to let him know that he was supposed to repeat what the priestess was saying. They all repeated the next several lines she spoke:

"May our eggs pass into our wombs!"

"May they be fertile and grow!"

"May we carry life within for the nine months!"

"May we give birth to healthy daughters!"

"Else our monthly flows will remind us -

that the cycle will begin again."

 

Vince was naturally repulsed at having to say all that, but he had asked for it. He could not back down now. There were various ceremonies now celebrating women's monthly cycles, childbirth, the nurturing of babies, and other womanly things. He was thinking it might have been a mistake to come there after all.

But he kept going through it all, and when it was almost an hour since they started, he could sense that it was nearing an end.

"Goddess, we give ourselves to You!" said the priestess. "We are forever in Your service. Please grant us grace and beauty, that we may be more like You! Grant us peace and wisdom, that we may bring Your word to the world. Let us celebrate our female bodies, that we may show a glimmer of Your likeness! Make us irresistible to men, that we may make them ours. We will tame them, we will show them the light. We will bear you daughters, and raise them to learn and love You. Grant us this, amen."

"Amen!" said everyone. They then rose up, walked around the circle nine times, then finally stopped. Everyone smiled, hugged each other, and started talking. The service was now over.

"Why nine times?" Vince asked Erin.

"To symbolize the nine months of child bearing. You may have notice other symbols in the ceremony that stood for things like our menstrual cycles and such."

"I had wondered. I really liked the ceremony. It made a lot of sense to me."

"I'm glad you did. This is what we believe, and we hope others will too. I'm glad to see that you're so open minded and so accepting."

"I especially liked how you emphasized that women are the ones who give birth, so why shouldn't the creator of life be female? And how men cause all the destruction and violence in the world."

"We have an old saying: women make babies, men make war."

They laughed together.

 

For the next half hour, everyone mingled and talked. Vince was so happy! Just an hour ago, these women disdained him. They wanted him to leave, and wanted nothing to do with him. Now they *all* seemed eager to talk with him.

Not only that, but he really seemed to be connecting with these women. He was really clicking with them. He felt like he was communicating with them better than he had ever done with women before. He learned their names, asked about their children, and listened intently as they told him the details.

He felt like he was in heaven, surrounded by angels. He would definitely be coming back here ever week!

 

* * *

 

After a while, the women were beginning to filter out, one after another. They would turn in their robes, gather their shoes, and head out. Vince didn't want to leave, he didn't want this magical evening to end.

Erin and he were among the last handful left. Even the priestess had gone home for the evening.

"How would you three like to come over to my place?" asked Deana, a tall pretty brunette.

"Sure!" they all said. Her place was only three blocks away, so they could all walk there in a group. That was better for women at night anyway, for safety reasons.

The foursome took off their robes, put them neatly into the box, then went over to get their shoes. Erin, Deana and Bonnie picked up theirs, but there was a problem for Vince: there were no sneakers. There was one pair of pumps, but not his shoes.

"It looks like someone took mine by mistake" he said.

"It couldn't have been a mistake to take your tennies, and leave these behind!" said Bonnie.

"I can't walk barefoot on the street!" said Vince.

"How about the pumps?" said Erin.

"I don't know...."

"Oh come on, it's only four blocks. You seem brave enough to do it."

That was enough to entice him, and soon, he was putting his feet into the pretty black shoes. They were a little small, but he managed to do it. He took a few short steps at first, unsure of his balance. But with a minute's worth of practice, he seemed to be getting the hang of it.

They started out the door, and walked down the street. They chatted as they went. The streets were dark and barren, with only the odd taxi cab cruising down the street. At the corner, there was an old man smoking a cigarette.

"Good evening ladies" he said.

"Hi there George!" said Deana, who seemed to know him.

They continued on, until they got to Deana's apartment building. She put a magnetic card through a reader at the front, and the door lock clicked open. They walked in, went up to her second floor room, and waited as she unlocked both the door lock and the dead bolt.

Once inside, she double locked the door, and chained it.

"A woman can't be too careful these days" she said, looking at Vince.

"Oh I agree. There's lots of creeps out there" he said.

They all sat down on the couches, while Deana went to get a bottle of wine and glasses.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Vince.

"No, just sit and chat. I'll be back shortly."

It took them just half an hour to polish off the wine. The went through the second bottle even faster. But that was it, Deana was out.

"I'll go to the store on the corner and get some more" volunteered Vince.

"That would be sweet" she said. "Here's my keys to get back in the door. And here's the card for the door. And the discount card for the store, so you save some money. Oh, and the light out front is out. Better take the flashlight so you can see when you let yourself back in."

"I can't carry all that!" he said. He only had so much pocket space.

"Well, use this" she said, holding out a handbag. He smiled, put everything in the purse, put it over his shoulder, and headed out. His heels clicked as he moved across the floor.

 

* * *

 

Five minutes later, he was back with the wine. Deana poured fresh glasses for everyone, as they complemented Vince's selection. The talking and chatting went on for some time, with nobody really bothering to watch the movie Deana had playing.

Talk turned to clothes and fashion, then to makeup with the starlet in the movie came out with way too much rouge on her face.

"Her lips are nice though. That looks like the same color as your nails" said Bonnie, nodding to Erin.

"I think you're right. I bet that this color would be good on you too" she said.

"Not with my skin tone. But I bet it would be dynamite on you!" she said to Vince.

"I don't know. Isn't that a little dark?"

"Not really. Here, lets try some."

Vince was fascinated at all this talk about color and fashion. He had really never paid any attention to it. But what they were saying was making so much sense. They filed his nails a bit, then applied the color. Deana took off his pumps so that they could use the same color on the toenails too.

After two coats and a sealer, he had to admit that Erin was right; the color was perfect for him. He admired how his nails glistened, perfectly shaped and now covered with perfect sheets of shiny red. He also liked how it made his toenails look. He put the pumps back on, and walked around, admiring the look.

"You do good work!" he said. "Have you ever been a manicurist professionally?"

"No, but thank you" she said.

Of course, with all the talk of makeup, they decided to do makeovers on each other. Each took a turn, and when they were done, they all laughed at how they had all used way too much, and all four of them were made up like the starlet they had been poking fun at earlier.

"All I need now is a nice dress, and I'm all set!" said Vince, really meaning it.

Deana smiled. She happened to have a couple of dresses that her Aunt had given her. They were way to big, since she hadn't been that heavy in years. She pulled one out, and it looked like it would fit Vince. He went in back to try it on.

 

* * *

 

It took a long time for Vince to come back out of the room. The three women sat around, giggling, thinking of what must be going on in there as he stripped down to put the dress on.

The last time this had happened, there were screams and crying before the acceptance came. They wondered how it would go this time for Vince...

 

* * *

 

Vince walked in the room, closed the door, and started to undress. He took off his pumps, his golf shirt, and his slacks. He carefully put them on hangers so that they wouldn't get wrinkled.

Next he walked over to the closet door where the dress was hanging. But then, he noticed that one of the dresser drawers was open. In it, he could see undergarments. He went to it, and picked out a bra.

Vince turned to the mirror as the started to put the bra on. As he fastened the clasps, he gasped at how it made him look. It supported his large breasts, and really gave him cleavage. It made his heart leap to think that his bust line could ever be that beautiful. He tried to think about it, and decided that he had always wanted to be buxom, and this bra really made it look that way.

Next, he took off his boxers, and pulled a pair of panties out of the drawer. They fit so much better, with his wide hips and narrow waist. They snapped tight on him, laying flat in front over the moist opening which he let his finger linger over for just a moment.

Soon, he was in the dress, and put his black pumps back on. He looked into the mirror a few times, from different angles, and was pleased except for his hair. It was too short and too flat. But other than that, he had never felt so pretty before!

The dress showed off his cleavage, legs, and sexy curves. He opened the door, and walked back out to see the girls.

"Why Vince, you're really pretty!" said Erin.

"Thank you dear" he said, "but not nearly as pretty as you."

"You should thank Goddess" said Bonnie. "She really heard your prayer tonight, and answered it."

"What do you mean?" asked Vince.

"Well, when you came to us at first, you were an ugly, aggressive man. But now you are pretty. You are beautiful. You are feminine. You are a *woman*."

"I am a woman?.." he said, unsure, his voice trailing off.

Then it hit him. He *was* a woman. It was true! He had been a man, he had been Vince, but now things were different, thanks to Goddess. He was now a she! And she was really pretty. Movie star pretty, just like the other girls. Come to think of it, all the women at the ceremony were drop dead gorgeous. And now she was just like them! She had transcended! She was a woman.

"I'm a woman!" she said out loud.

"Yes, you are."

"I can't go around with a name like Vince. That's an awful man's name. Will you call me Virginia instead?"

"Of course Virginia" said Erin, giving her a hug. "Welcome to womanhood. You are our new sister."

Virginia smiled. Tonight was the best night of her life. She had found true religion with Goddess, and she had been changed. She was now one of the sisters. She would dedicate her life to Goddess, and to spread the word. She had seen the light.

"To our new sister!" said the three, as they drank the last glass of wine.

Virginia just glowed. Being slightly tipsy, her inhibitions were reduced. She wanted to go out and party, and dance all night! She wanted to kick up her heels. She wanted to find a partner who she could take to bed. She wanted to please Goddess by bearing a daughter for Her. That was her greatest desire now, and her mission in life.

She stood up to leave, thanked the other girls, and told them she'd be back at the meeting next week.

"When I have a daughter, I'll name her after you" she said to Erin, kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank you, that's so kind!"

"Oh you're more than welcome. Have a good night!" she said, turning to leave.

 

* * *

 

"I can't believe she didn't even complain or try to fight it" said Deana.

"And it only took her one night. The last one took two weeks" added Bonnie.

"She must have really already been a woman inside, or willing to let a woman rule her life" concluded Erin.

The three had much work to do. Virginia would be pregnant in no time, and they needed to prepare her for having a baby. And they needed to raise funds for the church, so they could continue to spread the word. And most of all, they were looking for a few good men. It is hard to make someone believe in a female deity. But a man who has just been transformed into a woman tends to become a true believer. They wanted to figure out how to get more lonely men to show up for their prayer sessions.

They would turn the tide towards femininity, one man at a time...

  

 

 

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