The Water-Bearer TG

Dave was in the museum, bored. Why go to a museum on holiday? We should be lying on the beach, enjoying ourselves! His parents had dragged him here, telling him he might learn something interesting. "I doubt that." He had muttered. He kept telling himself he should just leave, that he was too old to be dragged to museums in holiday with his family, but he didn't leave, though he didn't know why.

He looked around the room he was in. His parents were gone. He thought that he should go after them, but decided against it. They can come back for me if they even care. He ambled over to a display of a circular stone plate on a pedestal with Ѷ engraved on it. He looked at the board under the plate, skimming to his own language.

This plate symbolises 'The Water-Bearer', which was, for the ancient Gullen people, both a Goddess and an astrological sign, corresponding to Aquarius in the Western Zodiac and representing January.
The sign is a combination of the element Water (symbolising Winter), the child (symbolising youth and nature), and female. The male equivalent is 'The Farmer'.
As a Goddess, her name was Anthea, the Goddess of Water-The rivers, ponds and the sea. The rain was said to be her tears whenever a mortal she loved died, and she was said to create storms when angry-though she would save sailors she found attractive. She was always shown or described with blue, braided hair, her left breast bared, in a blue dress, carrying two urns of water on chains.

Dave snorted, looking away from the information board. He liked the sound of this water god-he had always liked the Greek myths, and these seemed similar. The island of Gullen was certainly an obscure destination, and its Gods seemed even more obscure. He looked at the plate again, with the 'v' symbol. The symbol was just big enough to fit on his palm. He chuckled, and without knowing why, reached over to the plate with his left hand, pressing it against the cold stone.

He saw a weird blue glow, and felt a tingling sensation in his hand, he gasped, drawing his arm away, and then gasped again, seeing that the symbol was gone from the plate. He looked at his hand with trepidation... Sure enough, there it was, like a tattoo, the Ѷ.

He poked at it with his other hand. It didn't feel raw, or in any way odd, it was like it had been there all his life. He walked over to a security guard, confused. "Uh, excuse me sir, but I think I-" The security guard ignored him completely. "Uh, sir..." There was no reaction. He waved a hand in front of the guard's face. Still no reaction. "Well that's rude..." He muttered, though he was a little worried.

Just then, another person came up to the security guard, he walked right through Dave. "What the Hell?" Dave screeched, freaked out now. He walked quickly away from the person he was sticking out of, and then another person walked through him.

They can't see me, hear me, or even touch me. He thought. I could have some fun here, but I don't want to be like this forever. Maybe if I touch the stone again...

He walked back over to the stone, and he could see now that it was glowing blue. So maybe if I touch it, it'll go back to the stone, and they'll see me again? It was the best he could hope for. He touched the stone again, with the symbol on his hand.


Did it work? He looked at his hand. The symbol was still there, and his hand also seemed more tanned, and slimmer. He looked over to where the plate had been, but it had gone now. "Damn." He muttered, then gasped as he realised the voice was not his own. He looked down at himself again. His left arm felt light. It was tanned, as well. He compared the arms. Yeah, they're different. What the hell's going on?

It seemed to spread over his body. The tan stretched over his legs and torso, and face, and he became slimmer and slimmer. His eyes turned a deep blue, and his face slimmed and became feminine, though he couldn't tell. His baggy shorts dropped down to his ankles, and he blushed, but then, remembering nobody could see him, simply stepped out of them. Shit, something's definitely going on. What am I turning into? Then his hair started to crawl into his view, now long and blue. He wound a finger round it, curious, then remembered. Oh Shit! I must be turning into that Goddess!

His ass then started to inflate a little. He clutched at it, as if trying to stop it. "Whoa..." he murmured in a daze, then shook his head, blue hair flying. I can't get distracted by that-I have to... But what can I do, anyway?

And then he grew breasts. He gasped, groping at them as they filled out. "No..." He hadn't wanted to believe it. He slipped his hand down his underwear, knowing what he would find-Yes. They had disappeared while she hadn't been looking.

A mixture of emotions flooded through her-she was sad, angry, confused-even a little happy. Does this mean I'm a God now? She wondered, as her shirt began to flow into a beautiful, thin dress-she couldn't tell what material it was, but certainly it was the most comfortable thing she had ever worn. She looked down at herself-maybe she would have liked bigger, given the choice, but the naked left breast did look good as she bounced it. She wasn't wearing a bra, either-the material was so thin that she might as well have bared both breasts. As this happened, her hair tied itself up into a large braid, falling heavily down to her back.

Then, from her wrists, chains began to grow. She couldn't help but giggle. Like spiderman! At the end of the chains, two urns appeared. She lifted them easily, sniffed them, and drank a little. Definitely water.

She walked to the toilets, the dress surprisingly unconstrictive, and the things chained to her arms got in the way less than she had thought they would. She debated, for a moment, which bathroom to go into, and decided on the female's.

She looked at herself in the mirror, staring, almost transfixed by her own beauty. So I'm stuck in a strange country, no one can see me, and I might be a Goddess. This has been a weird day.