Tears welled up in his eyes. “I don’t even recognize myself,” he whispered, tracing his new features with his fingers. “Please change me back!”
Ayu shook her head. “I cannot.”
Oliver protested. “But you said I could leave. You said I didn’t have to join! You promised me!”
Ayu’s gaze softened. “You are free to leave, Oliver, just as I said. But the ritual’s effect is permanent.”
Oliver got onto his feet. His body felt light, almost weightless, as he balanced his new legs on the ground. The whole world felt taller at his new height, and he saw he was about the same height as the women around him. As the gravity of what Ayu was saying hit Oliver, anger, and despair washed over him. “Where are my things?” he demanded, his new voice quivering with desperation.
“They have also been purified.” Replied Ayu, gesturing to the other side of a temple, where Oliver could see a fire in the distance.
“You burned them!? My passport, my phone, my camera!” Oliver exclaimed, panic evident in his eyes. “I can’t survive without them!”
“You came to our temple with worldly tools that threatened to expose and exploit us. We couldn’t allow them to remain,” Ayu explained calmly.
Tears once again streamed down Oliver’s newly formed face. “What am I supposed to do now? How will I survive?”
Ayu gestured around at the temple and the verdant forest beyond. “You have a choice, Oliver. You can embrace this new form by joining us and learning our ways. Doing so will allow you to find peace and purpose, free from the trappings of the outside world. But I must warn that once you join, you may never leave.”
Oliver glanced around, noticing the growing darkness as the setting sun painted the sky in hues of gold and purple. “Or?” he prompted.
“Or you can leave,” Ayu said, her voice firm. “But you must leave now, as we don’t permit anyone but our members to be here after dark.”
“After dark…” Oliver looked at his new body, the unfamiliar curves and softness, the tender skin, and delicate features. “There is no way I can survive out there at night without my things.”
Ayu gave a little shrug. “This is not our concern. You’re free to leave or join; you must choose now.”
Oliver considered for a moment what his options were before realizing he was being given a choice between joining or certain death. “I will join you. But, please, I beg of you again, turn me back!” he pleaded.
Ayu smiled at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “That cannot be done.”
“Please,” Oliver begged.
“It’s getting late, sister,” she said, embracing him gently. “Let’s talk more in the morning.” She then grasped Oliver’s hand gently and led him away. “Let me take you to your bed for tonight.”
Oliver’s mind raced as Ayu led him through a series of winding pathways, the balmy evening air heavy with the scent of incense and tropical flowers. They finally arrived at a secluded corner of the temple compound, where a simple bamboo hut awaited. “You will sleep here tonight,” Ayu said, pushing aside the beaded curtain that served as the hut’s door. Inside, the hut was sparse, with a low wooden platform for sleeping, a soft mat, and a simple pillow. There was no lighting other than what came through the holes in the roof and walls, meaning it was dark and getting darker.
“You must wear these from now on,” Ayu instructed as she gestured to a neatly folded bundle of clothing on the wooden platform: a vibrant blue short kebaya paired with a colorful orange short sarong. These clothes fit with the other women’s clothes, including the lack of footwear.
Still in shock, Oliver hesitated before asking, “Do I have a choice?”
Ayu shook her head and said, “From now on, you will be known as Luh, and that is how you will be addressed by all in the temple.”
“Luh?” Oliver echoed, trying to process everything.
“Yes,” Ayu continued, “And from this moment forward, we shall only communicate in Balinese. It’s the way of our temple and our people.”
“But I don’t know Balinese!” Oliver exclaimed, panic evident in his voice.
Ayu responded, ” Tiang ne nepukinang, ento engken luut ngelah bakat ngranayang sing cepet.” which translates to: don’t worry, you will learn fast enough.
He tried to protest again, “Ayu, please, this isn’t right. You can’t just…”
But Ayu interrupted him, saying “Tiang minta Luh ngerti.” Meaning: please understand Luh.”
The futility of the situation was beginning to sink in for Oliver. He felt like a child, lost in a world where he didn’t understand the rules or the language.
“Sugeng dalu,” Ayu said softly, bowing her head slightly. Oliver assumed she meant goodnight, and sure enough, she left him alone, the beaded curtain swaying gently in her wake.
Oliver, or Luh as he was now to be known, looked down at the vibrant clothes on the platform. He didn’t want to wear such feminine clothing but also knew he couldn’t remain naked forever. He gingerly dressed in the kebaya and sarong, feeling the foreign fabric hug his new form. Other than over his new boobs, where the clothes were tight and pushed into the skin, they felt light and airy. They also covered so little that it felt like he was wearing almost nothing. However, it stopped him being naked and felt a little cooler to wear.
Oliver then climbed onto the platform and lay there. The hard surface didn’t make a particularly comfortable bed, but he didn’t think he wasn’t going to sleep tonight. Instead, Oliver tried to take in all the day’s events and ponder what to do next. As he did so, his mind kept returning to when Ayu had handled his cock… and when Ayu’s fingers had first plunged into him.
Suddenly, the earlier need for release came back. Oliver’s new pussy tingled with hunger, and he felt a wetness spread. Now he could focus on the sensation: it felt to him kind of like how it felt when his mouth salivates, but instead of in his mouth, the feeling was down in the crotch, with the fluid being thick and hot. It felt good, and an aching, gnawing need spread through his new pussy that had begun to throb. He tugged at his sarong, which slid down his smooth legs and observed his pussy. It looked swollen, with his clit, and he did just realize he had a clit, was swollen and red. He had seen it plenty of times when he had been with women, but it was something else to experience for himself. Did women usually feel this way? It was unbearable. He let his hand go down to his pussy, and he played with the folds, touching them and moving them with his fingers. Suddenly, he let his fingers enter inside himself, feeling the warmth and wetness of his new pussy. His fingers effortlessly glided into himself, and his hand began moving quickly. It felt so good, and he instinctively shaped his palm so that his clit rubbed it again. He kept doing this, moving in and out of his wet cunt at a faster and faster pace. Soon, the need was too much for his clit, so his hands slipped out of pussy. His fingers rubbed his clit directly, using his juices as a lube. The sensation was intense, and his pussy tensed up as he kept rubbing and rubbing. He had never felt something so powerful before. Soon his legs snapped together, his calves straining as his feet pointed forwards. His breathing became more arduous as his heart rate increased. His fingers pushed hard into his clit, and he rubbed harder.
“Oh god… Oh god…” He moaned to himself as he got closer and closer to release as he rubbed his clit. More and more, the feeling grew… more and more… and more and more… Reaching a mind-warping intensity… He was just a pussy at that point; nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered more than the release. And then…
“Oh fuuuuuuck!” He screamed as he came. His pussy spasmed hard, causing him to let out a loud gasp and arch his back as he felt himself orgasm. His pussy spasmed as his whole body rippled with wave after wave of pleasure. He was locked into position for a moment, back arched, legs stretched before suddenly… he collapsed onto the platform, his pussy throbbing and his breathing labored. He had just had the most powerful orgasm of his life. Did all women really feel this good? He thought to himself.
He lay there in the afterglow of what he had done, and as all the light began to vanish from his little room, he fell asleep. Tomorrow he would awake to the light of a new day, and a new life.
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