He’s Become a Man

"Good," Tim said, "Then we'll do it later. If the twins have taken the edge off, we have a bit of time, and I'd like to pick my time and place for the trade, make sure I have options."

Justice was impressed. The sad sack of a boy she had met in the flea market had matured into a man, someone who could stand up for himself. Life had been washing him downstream, but now he'd learned how to swim. Pride tickled Justice’s heart as she recognized that she had played a part in his development, turning him into the man he had become.

“How can I find you when the time comes?” Tim asked in his beautiful, feminine voice

“I’ll check in on you to see when you’re ready,” Justice said, watching him pose before the mirror, squeezing his breasts together while sticking out his new ass, “I’m never too far. You’re one of my favourites, you know.”

“Careful,” Tim turned and walked sexily toward the kitchen, “with compliments like that, you’re going to spoil me.”

Justice rolled her eyes. Yes, he had become quite the man, but he was still such a child in many ways. Not seeing the need to stick around longer, she tweaked her power, filled the air with a metallic smell, and departed from Tim’s home, restoring the natural flow of time.

Floating in the void, deciding where to go next, she thought about Tim. He had become substantially powerful, but her interventions continued to be necessary. And the more she intervened, the closer he was coming to being something more than a mere mortal. Something new.

Already she had to put thought into his role with her sisters. Yes, Lust and Desire served him with profound loyalty, but what would happen when Tim expired? How would her sisters cope? Would they be able to continue in their duties in his absence?

Justice was clever, but questions like this were beyond her. She might have to take it to a higher authority, to one who had insight, foresight even. As much as she dreaded it, Justice might have to pay a visit to Mother.