A Goddess is in the House

Dressed in robes that seemed more like thin mist than any fabric that could be found in the mortal realm, a presence was felt more than seen. In long, billowing robes trailing behind her, there was someone that you have only seen once and that had been Diana’s message not too long ago. She was as beautiful as what she represented, as ethereal and unreal as her title of Goddess made it clear.

She was Aphrodite, with long tresses of gold shining brightly in the marble of the bath, looking as beautiful as a dream and leaving you staring, dumbfounded by such beauty and surprise of seeing a goddess, a real goddess walk up to you. She didn’t even look surprised to see you; in fact, she was amused if the small smile on her face was a clue.

Behind her, Diana Prince walked inside, showing reverence to one of the Goddesses of Olympus, even if she was **** to throw herself at you and ask you if you were feeling alright. How did you even know that? Well, it would have been a question if it weren’t because your brain was still trying to cope up with everything that had happened before.

Still, as all of this was happening, the barefooted goddess walked up to your new body and that’s when you finally blinked, mostly in surprise at how Aphrodite barely reached to your shoulder, but her presence made her the tallest of them all. Then, you had to fight back a gasp at the feeling of her silky hand slowly caress your now flat tummy; of course, that action only made Aphrodite smile even wider.

“I must say, it is quite the occasion to see a mortal be infused with the power of an object of the gods,” she said looking at your body as if it were a painting on an exhibition, as if trying to see all the details of it and find the true meaning behind it “a human male, transforming into the image of the warrior and witch that had been ensorcelled by the artifact; I guess in a way, it would make you a Reverse Wonder Woman.”