The New Amazon

Before, to look at the amazon warriors that were clearly Wonder Woman’s retinue, you had to look upwards due to their height and imposing presence, but this time you not only could see them eye to eye, even more perplexing was the fact that they seemed a little bit shorter than you… was that even possible?

Then was your hands; as surprised as you were you put a hand across your face in reflex and you noticed how different your hands looked; they were thinner, but underneath them you could feel that they weren’t frail, in fact, it seemed enough pressure that could crush a tin can with ease. Tensing the muscles of your hand you could how much power you could summon on your hands, way more than you could before.

As you looked downwards the changes were even more noticeable than before, because instead of the flat chest that you had, since your pecs were basically non-existent before this moment, now there two mounds of flesh and fat high on your chest, perky and with pink tinted nipples. Your boy now had two huge breasts, probably the size of the other amazons. No wonder they looked at you like that, they were basically looking at a sister.

You didn’t need to check downstairs to know that the change had been complete, but looking around you finally found a mirror that you knew had to be in the bath. It was a long mirror, big enough for amazon warriors to look at the entirety of their body.

It didn’t quite feel real, but your body now seemed as fit and strong as any amazon you had seen in magazines or television, with strong abs and toned muscles everywhere, but it was your face that truly surprised you. While it was still feminine to the max, it still held a faint resemblance to your original male face, but now it had some features that reminded you of both Circe and Diana, with narrow eyes that were reminiscent of the witch, clearly made to show distaste and glares; but with lips and nose of elegance and royalty like the princess.

Your hair also seemed like the middle point of Circe’s straight hair and Diana’s unruly mass of curls, with wavy long black tresses falling into your back. You were as beautiful as a super model, but with the body of a warrior, the best of both worlds, sadly everything was still overwhelming. Thankfully you were rescued by the sound of the bath’s door opening.