"One thing. Can I become a man again when we're done?"
"Of course," Venus says with a smile. "For one thing, it's much easier for me to make a temporary change. For another, I wouldn't want to deprive the world of women of such a fine man. And don't forget, I still need your seed."
You take a deep breath. "All right. I want to know what it's like to be a woman."
In the back of your mind, you wonder if you can believe your own words. However, it occurs to you that if you know what sex feels like to a woman, you can use that knowledge to become a fantastic lover. There's also the idea of being able to experience lesbian sex as a participant, not an observer.
"Take my hands," Venus says. "And close your eyes. This will not be painful, but it is something you won't want to watch."
You consider what it would look like to see your body transform like some kind of CGI effect, and can't help but agree. You close your eyes as instructed.
"Now... imagine yourself as a woman. See your long hair, your slim features, your soft but firm breasts growing on your chest. Imagine your masculine muscles dissolving into a smooth, toned, feminine body. Your hips will widen, your curves enhance. Yes... and your face will go smooth, the manly hair on your body melts away."
The voice of the goddess is liquid and mesmerizing, and you can feel your body tingle as the transformation proceeds. Your chest grows heavier, and the rest of your body grows lighter and smaller. The soles of your feet slide by degrees along the floor as they shrink in length. And speaking of shrinking...
"Remain calm," Venus whispers. "I know you can feel your manhood diminishing. What you now lose in power and size, you gain in sensitivity. You will soon know a new kind of pleasure, to receive instead of to give. Relax. You are becoming a beautiful woman."
A strange warmth washes over you at her words. It feels good to be called beautiful. The back of your neck and then your shoulders tickle as your hair grows past them. You feel your penis recede into a tiny bud nestled within warm lips. The hands of the goddess, holding your own, seem to grow as yours become smaller, more delicate, softer. Your nails push slightly into her palms as they grow as well.
"Another moment, and the transformation will be complete," Venus tells you.
Starting from your toes, a tingling sensation ripples up your legs, through your hips, and over your entire body. You can't help but to throw your head back and wave your new long hair back and forth, and with a moan that raises in pitch as your vocal cords shrink down, you feel the metamorphosis come to an end. Your eyes are still closed.
Venus releases your hands. "Now," she says softly, "see yourself as you might have been."
Slowly, you open your eyes. Before you is a gilded mirror, and in the mirror is... well, it's you. Though your face has changed somewhat, and your body has changed a great deal, you have no trouble recognizing yourself. This is you with an X-chromosome; as Venus implied, it's as if the throw of genetic dice had been just a little different.
Your new breasts are firm and round, perhaps a C-cup, perhaps a bit more. Your figure is athletic and toned, curved in at the waist and back out at the hips. As a nod to current feminine standards, Venus has grown your hair (still the same color) down to the middle of your back, lengthened your nails, and removed the hair from your legs. She's also trimmed down the hair on your... you just can't bring yourself to think the word!
"Do you like what you see, sexy woman?" Venus asks with a grin in her voice.
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