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"But I'm a boy!" Darius cried as the priests closed their hands around his arms. His parents stood in front of him, mother shaking her head.

"You were BORN a boy, my child. We raised you as we believed correct, but the priest have read your soul. They have seen your true self and insist your coming of age be used to mark this change. We must give you the future your soul deserves."

Before he could further object, the priests lifted him off of his feet easily hauling him as his kegs kicked uselessly. Today was the day he was to become an adult, his rite of passage and it was to be replaced with this?! He didn't want this!! He liked who he was! Sure, he had some things he didn't necessarily like, but who didn't. That didn't mean he wasn't a boy. He could only watch as his mother gave him a warm smile, resting her head on his father's shoulder as they sent him off.

The priest carried him over to a small tent, a priestess clad in colorful robes waiting. She appeared around his mother's age, her most striking feature being her exposed abdomen. For there, marked just above her womb, was the mark of Hathor, Goddess of beauty and maternity. Almost on instinct, Darius fell to his knee, the priest following suit after releasing him.

A warm titter left her throat as she reached out, resting a hand Darius' head.

"You have spent long in the darkness, but now is the time for light. My name is Tauret, and I shall guide you on your journey, my dear."

Darius lifted his head, pursing his lips.

"I-I don't want this..." he said, wincing as a priest turned to yell.

"Silence!!! You shall not disrespect the honor placed upon you!"

"That is enough..." Tauret spoke sternly, the priest quickly falling back in line. "This one has spent too much of her life in this body. Her soul knows nothing else and is fearful." She turned to Darius, smiling softly. "Your bravery is truly special, my dear, but fear not. Do not let the works of chaos cloud your senses. Hathor will help you, I'm sure of it.."

"But what does that mean..." Darius asked, hoping for something to help him.

"It means, we may only perform the ritual. It is the will of Hathor whether you embrace the world anew or as you are. Now, come child. It is time to journey to your future."

Tauret held the flap of the tent open, waiting as Darius slowly stood. He was still unsure, bur Hathor would know the truth, right? She was a goddess. She knew that Darius wasn't a girl.

Tauret sealed the tent, her hands coming up to undo the knots of Darius' clothes. In moments, Darius was as bare as the day he was born, his hands covering his modesty as Tauret spoke.

"You have nothing I haven't seen before," she said as she opened a small box, pulling out two sticks of incense. Pinching the tips, she whispered a single word before they sparked to life, smoke likely billowing as they did. Humming softly, she walked around Darius, wafting the smoke as she spoke.

"Let the Ba in you soar as your journey begins. Let us take the darkness from your eyes so you may see the truth. Join us in the light so Hathor can help you."

Darius felt his head spinning as the sweet smoke filled his nostrils. He wouldn't falter, he couldn’t. This was his identity, who he was. No one could take that from him. But as his mind grew foggy, Darius felt that fire in him grow a bit quieter, his tension slowly falling away. He felt so relaxed that he didn't even notice he was kneeling until he felt the brush on his face.

Peeking an eye open, he watched as Tauret gently brushed kohl onto his left eye, Darius closing his eye so she could do the right. When she finished, he gazed up at her the priestess giving him a smile as she spoke to him. All Darius could hear were mumbles, but he felt his lips pursing up as she reached to a nearby table. Dabbing a finger in black powder, she cleaned the excess before slowly marking the center of his lips with a marked precision. Once she cleaned the digit off, she repeated the process with a golden powder, marking the rest of his lips.

She was so gentle with him, the hand cupping his chin more of a rest than imprisonment. Darius felt his objections quiet in that moment, knowing Tauret would not force his hand. She believed she was correct just as Darius did and she intended to let Hathor have the final say. If he wanted, he could push her away and leave, run to preserve who he is. But he found himself almost excited for the results. He would see this through and they would see him right.

Guiding him up, Tauret began to examine his body as she walked around him. Any time Darius attempted to hide himself with modesty, he earned a scolding slap from her, eventually learning his lesson. When it finally came to his twitched malehood, Darius' cheeks burning as she shook her head at it, giving him a slight smile.

Perhaps the reverse would happen? Hathor was the goddess of beauty, so maybe that meant she could help his average looks... The followers of Hathor were all so gorgeous, even the men were absolutely alluring. He didn't know if it was just the effect her power had on them or if their confidence was what drew him, but he often fantasized about being swarmed by them. A thought that earned a few twitches down there...

Tauret had Darius hold his arms out, the priestess beginning to wrap red linen around his form, the sheer fabric offering little to hide. When she was done, she clasped the fabric together with a gilded scarab, pressing a finger to it to open the wings. When she did, the shell opened to reveal a blank slate, the priestess looking at him.

"What is your name..." she said softly, Darius furrowing his brow in response.

Darius, he thought, though for some reason it took a few seconds for the word to come forward. Still, his mouth moved so he must have told her anyway. Tauret nodded as she quickly scribbled on the slate, closing the scarab. Moving behind him, she began to tousel his hair before he felt his first bit of pain. Tugging his hair back, she began to comb through it, Darius wincing before she freed it of tangles. Once that was done, she tied it up in a tight bun, Darius feeling a weight on his brow soon after.

When she was finished, Tauret walked back around, picking up a small piece of polished silver, letting him examine her work. Darius nearly gasped in surprise as he saw a rather amazing woman looking back at him. This was sorcery, clearly, but the woman was familiar. His furrowed brow, his hazel eyes, even the hand touching the mirror. Perhaps their words held more weight than he initially thought. For the first time, he began to doubt his own claims. It seemed so easy to make him look this way... Worse, it all felt so natural on him. Even the tiara bearing the symbol of Hathor seemed like it belonged there.

Tauret gave a soft titter as he contemplated this, the priestess pulling the mirror away.

"You are beginning to see... but there is work to do. We must go, the ritual calls us." She said, taking his hand as she led him away from the tent.

After adjusting to the sun, Darius was brought toward a modest throne, several priest standing around it as followers of Hathor held several baskets, each one bearing a warm smile as they watched him. His cheeks burned as they observed him, Tauret guiding him to the seat before gently sitting him down. Stepping off the platform, the priest reached down, grabbing the rails of the palanquin, lifting him with ease. The followers moved ahead of them, grabbing handfuls of flower petals, tossing them into the wind as Tauret began to cry out.

"Let the gods see Darius off to the future he deserves!!! Let Hathor take him into her loving arms and right the wrongs chaos has forced onto him."

Darius was silent as they began the journey, Tauret walking with them as they made their way through the city. People watched and cheered him, Darius growing more confident by the second. Clutching the throne, he smiled as the wind bathed him with warm air and flower petals. No matter the outcome, Darius felt he would not regret this day. Today had been a wonderful spiral of experiences and he could only guess what would come next.

They traveled the streets. Tauret's voice never faltering as she led them to the Temple of Hathor, an entourage of followers waiting for them. Turning Darius so he could face them, the priest lowered him to the ground as nearly a dozen followers approached him. They never even gave him time to stand as they grabbed the young man, gently wrapping him in white linen before lifted him up, passing him forward

Darius' mind was racing as dozens of hands touched and grabbed at him, his mouth growing dry. Did Hathor hear his thoughts? Did she manifest this moment for him. As he lost himself in the moment, he could feel his arousal rising, like a heat in the body. There was some small part of him lashing out against such things, but it felt so muted... So angry and spiteful among such loving people.

He gasped as his back met with warm stone, looking around at perhaps the most impressive group yet. Each person, male and female, were absolutely divine in appearance, Darius feeling like a mouse among lions. And yet, they only served to calm him as they slid the cloth from his body, their hands denying any help as they fully exposed their charge. The only piece remaining was the scarab, left nestled on his heaving chest, gentle pants leaving his lips.

He was throbbing by this point, but he could hardly form the words to speak as he glanced from person to person, silently begging at this point.

Finally, Tauret bent over his head, coming into his vision as she held his face. Holding his cheeks, she pressed her lips to his, Darius whimpering softly as warm hands began to explore his body from every angle. He felt warmth being spread across him, the sensation of oil coating his flesh as they touched him all over. His arms, his thighs, caressing his calves and stomach. It felt like he was there for ages until someone took pity on him as they caressed his his stiff rod, the leaking fluid dripping from his head rivaling the oils and salves they soaked him with. As his mouth opened, Tauret dipped her tongue into it, his lips immediately wrapping around it. He sucked on it like a succulent candy, the taste of the priestess utterly divine.

He shuddered with delight, his body on the very edge of the razor if bliss. But the followers were expertly trained. Every time he dipped too far, they found ways to cool him off, drawing his attention away. It was utterly maddening, Darius unable to move, let alone buck against the hand. When Tauret finally pulled away, a string of spittle clinging between them, she gave a nod before stepping back.

A follower presented several rolls of pink fabric, the priestess chanting softly as she picked up the first of many. Starting from his feet, Tauret began the slow process of tightly wrapping his form in the soft fabric.

Darius couldn't speak, his mind was reeling with emotions. Did he even care what happened any more? What did he have as a male... a boring life, one where he didn't even aspire to greatness. The life he had did nothing for him and he was fighting to hold onto it. Why?! He gasped as the cloth met his thighs, his legs bound so tightly he couldn't even bend them. Tauret smiled as she continued, eventually reaching that throbbing shaft of desire.

A follower carefully stroked the head, bending his cock upward as it rest against his stomach. Tauret crawled up his form as she continued, occasionally kissing his skin before it was covered. Before long, that cock was a slight bulge against the bandages binding him, utterly unable to move, no matter how hard it fought. Darius felt someone cross his arms as she grew higher and higher, his final chance of escape passing him by without even a thought. His shoulders, his neck, finally his face. The only part exposed was a slight slit for his eyes, Tauret leaning down to kiss where his lips would again.

"This leg of the journey must happen on your own... I have led you to the gates, but you must walk through." She said, holding our a hand towards a follower.

Stepping forward, the follower presented Tauret with an elegant mask of gold and silver. The likeness was ethereal and gorgeous, the priestess bowing her head to the image of Hathor. Lifting it up, she carefully placed it over Darius face, a pair of gems resting near where the eyes were. Each one exuded an eerie light that captivated him and lured him in. His mind grew quiet as he stared, unable to notice his body being moved, the followers sealing him into a sarcophagus bearing the symbol of the scarab.

"She is in Hathor's hands now..." Tauret spoke, kneeling before the alter, head bowed as she awaited her charge.

Darius couldn't tell how long it had been... hours, days? Time was impossible right now. All he could tell was the gorgeous light before him. Before he knew it, he could hear it, an almost melodic voice. A hum of musical splendor that slowly turned into a voice.

Hear me...

He gasped as it sent shivers up his spine, his hips twitching.

Feel my will...

His teeth chattered against each other as his cock drooled through the bandages.

Be reborn, my child...

He cried out as bliss rocked his body, tears streaming as he felt a deep heat reach into his chest, the sensation of pulling coming next. He howled as he came, body rocking as the heat radiated, Darius falling limp soon after.

Days passed before Tauret received revelations. She snapped her head up, eyes glassy as she stood. Calling out, the followers rushed forward, one carrying a large pot and lid. Slowly, the lid slid away as a loud hissing made itself known. A serpent, red as the sand and as sinister as they come thrashed around, baring fangs as it was exposed. When it set eyes on Tauret, it launched at her with frightening speed, but the priestess allowed her hand to be guided. With equal speed, she snatched it from the air, guiding its body into the large pot before slamming the lid atop it. As the followers worked to seal the beast, Tauret turned to her charge, the figure much more lithe than their old self. Pulling a blade, she slowly exposed her to the world, the woman underneath a vision even among the followers of Hathor. The scarab tucked between her bosom sat fully opwn, the slate once inside now missing. A smile dotted her lips as she removed the last bandage, the woman beginning to stir.

"Can you hear me, my dear... your journey is at an end, and a new one shall begin soon." She whispered, caressing her cheek. Slowly, her hazel eyes opened, glancing at Tauret. "Can you tell me your name?"

The woman slowly sat up, dark hair rolling down her back as she brought a hand up, opening to reveal the slate. Tears dripped down her face and onto the slate as she sobbed.

"Kissa... my name is Kissa. Gods, thank you. It was so dark for so long..." she whimpered, clutching the slate once more.

"Speak nothing of it, sister. Hathor saw your spark, and now it is time for you to enjoy the light."

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