Monique S

Betty's achievement.


Betty’s achievement.


This story is entirely a work of fiction. Any similarity with people past or living is purely coincidental and not intended. The story and its characters are the property of Monique S (aka Nowawoman) © 2015.

I am a hairdresser, I always wanted to be one. As a kid I already knew I wanted to be a hairdresser.

It was difficult for me as a boy. I was small and delicately built, other than my elder sister Ruth, who, at the age of thirteen, was strong and fully womanly developed already. I was ten and the boys in my new class in Camden soon started bullying and calling me Betty instead of Bertram, when a teacher once asked, what I wanted to become, and I said a hairdresser.

What if? Part 9


The calm before the storm?

The next morning the Greeks assembled the funeral pyre and a messenger was sent to inform us that the pyre would be lit by nightfall. There were only Kassandra, Hector, myself and Demeter who went. Helena wanted to come, but I asked her not to, as I thought it better to keep the provocations to a minimum. That morning Kassandra and I had told Hector, Andromache, Demeter and Helena the whole story about how Patroklos had come to be in Achilles armour. I had the feeling the only one who truly understood was Helena. However Hector was evidently so happy, that I was there and his sister better than she had been in a while, that he just accepted our actions as necessary. As I watched him with Andromache and their son I realized, what a change she had worked in him without him knowing. He had become an attentive husband, a loving father and a caring brother, in short a lovely man. I was happy for Andromache.

What if? Part 8


Mother:

We stayed in bed almost all of the next morning, in fact as long as Aphrodite could keep Helena occupied, without actually taking her out to New York or wherever would take Helena’s fancy. Both of them appeared in our bedroom at about midday, carrying a tray with food, after Aphrodite had made sure they weren’t interrupting anything sexual. I, on the other hand, wasn’t sure if there was anything sexual, that would surprise little Helena. She seemed so adult sometimes.

What if? Part 7


Explanations:

The apartment was huge. There was a big although wonderfully cozy lounge with a fake fireplace, that had gas flames burning a metal log, but gave off almost the real kind of heat. A study that held quite an extensive library and four bedrooms with en suite bathrooms each, that actually had real baths. There was a kitchen that a chef would envy with a dining area and being a penthouse, a roof terrace. Maureen must have been well in demand, no wonder with her beauty.

What if? Part 6


News from the past:

So that night, settled comfortably in the arms of my love, I thought of Kassandra and went in search of her. It did not take long for me to find her, but what I found scared me thoroughly. She was alone and huddled on the ground, surrounded by dark threatening figures and a landscape of destruction around her. Within seconds I had drawn up to about ten feet in height and my wingspan must have been at least thirty feet. A low growl escaped my throat. One of the figures turned around, away from Kassandra and was visibly shocked by my appearance. I recognized Hera.

What if? Part 5


Completing the transformation:

After that experience there was no way Pyrrha was going back to being Achilles. She was though, now heavily dreaming of Patroklos as her man. I told her in carefully dosed bits about the fact, that I knew I would die in childbirth as my second sacrifice, and asked her to take care of our child. She was devastated at first, but when I told her, that I would see to it that she would on one hand be able to breast feed the baby and on the other still keep her male genitalia and in working order too, she settled down and accepted her fate more and more happily, the more female hormones I administered. I completely left out the anti-androgens, as they not only were endangering the function of the penis, but also had serious side effects. Instead I went for higher doses of estrogen in its various forms and progesterone. In the six weeks before the birth there would also be prolactin. I kept her mostly in the dark about the “magic” I was applying. She was a bit disappointed at first, that I was not changing her instantly by magic, but I explained, that a slower transition would be beneficial to her, and thinking it through she agreed.

What if? Part 4


Everyday Life:

The first night was really difficult for Pyrrha, on one hand because she really had no idea how to behave as a woman and on the other because she did not know how to hide her obviously male genitalia undressing. In addition there were the little girls, who continuously slept in one or the others arms after the initial “camp” of Amazons. Even my mother had taken to joining us some days, enjoying the familiar proximity of little girls cuddling up into ones arms. Little Helen and Kassandra were practically inseparable at night. I took Pyrrha aside early and informed her about what was going on and the reasons for it. I made it clear that I was aware of her predicament and willing to help. I told her to go to the bath house before bed time and come back changed. I also arranged for her to sleep near me, in case she had a nightmare. All in all she was much more subdued than I had expected.

What if? Part 3


Troy:

It was only a little more than a week from there to Troy and even though the Centaurs had left us after the fight we did not encounter another pirate, mercenary or Greek for that matter. What had happened that night seemed to run before us like a warning: Don't mess with these women.

What If? Part 2


Into the void

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In the morning of the possibly fatal day I said farewell to Circe with a lot of tears. I was tearing up so easily these days! But I knew I had to let go of her and everything here if I wanted to be able to come back and stay. As with my trip to Hel all I had to do was to imagine myself to travel to the place, where Demedea was going to give birth to a daughter of Lykomedes. Aphrodite had described the court of Lykomedes on Skyros to me in great detail, so I was able to picture the place in my mind. As soon as the picture was complete I disappeared, but I did not appear right away in the womb of Demedea. Instead I found myself in a void. No light, no sound, nothing. It was disconcerting to say the least.

What If? Part 1

What If …?

A story of heartache and pain, sins, misadventures, curses, a gods wrath and finally redemption.

What if even an ordinary mortal could alter history? There are so many theories as to what time is and what it would mean, if you could alter history and perhaps create an alternative time line in a parallel universe by that.

Well, being interested in Astrology and a technician I have always rejected such theories, just until I woke up in HER bed and found myself changed …

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