Moira grabs the clipboard from Tom

Not knowing what else to do, Moira grabbed the clipboard from Tom. Looking for someplace to put it out of harms way she paused in the middle of the room. The window! She began to run for the window when suddenly the symbols on the paper seemed to envelope her. In mid stride, Moira felt herself being lifted into the air. Her back arched and she found herself staring at the ceiling. Her arms hung limp and she dropped the clipboard.

A tower of light, rotating and shooting out beams of intense orange light, was all that could be seen of the lovely young grad student. In the center of the light was Moira, paralyzed. Moira was slightly dazed and could not discern what was happening to her except that her clothes were slowly dissolving off her body. The labcoat and dress that she wore, dripped off her body as though being eaten apart by acid. Next to go were her shoes and underwear. Leaving her wearing only her thick rimmed glasses and humble jewelry.

Moira did not think of fighting what was happening to her. The whole experience was so relaxing and comforting, that she felt as though she could remain here in the warmth of the orange glow indefinitely.

Then the transformation began... Her firery red hair, slightly kinky and pull back, began to grow, straighten and swirl around her in a fluid, artistic, motion. It seemed to be protecting her, as well as acting as a crown of glory. Simultaneously, her hips seemed to be pulled apart as they grew, accentuating the hour-glass form. Her legs began to grow into long and shapely forms as well. The movement around her hips and legs was pulling at her lower lips, causing her clitoris to grow. This was the part that she found was hard to ignore as it was larger and harder than she had ever imagined it could be--and it seemed as though it would permanently stay that way. Finally, her already attractive B shaped breasts began to engorge to a full D+ size with upturned nipples that instantly hardened.

Moira could feel a source of power flowing through her. She didn't know or care why or how things were happening to her, but she had a feeling of intense carnal knowledge.

That's when she heard the voice. A small whisper could be heard only to Moira, "Welcome home goddess, mother, lover."

Moira loved the sound of the voice and wanted to give in to it, but knew that she had to run if she was to salvage anything of who she was.