Chapter #4Into the modern day. by: Unknown Candace giggled giddily as her husband Joel guided her blindfolded body through the sparsely populated car park outside the shopping complex. She squealed as one of her open-toed stilettos caught on a divot in the floor, nearly falling on her plump posterior had not Joel swiftly caught her. "Eek, Joel, you're gonna get me killed!" she laughed as she instinctively straightened her expensive houndstooth button-detail dress. Her golden hoops swung from her earlobes as she gingerly stepped forwards. Her moisturised chocolate skin gleamed radiantly in the sunlight. Candace yelped as she felt a stray hand come round and grope her voluptuous hips. "Joel..."
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"Sorry, not sorry," Joel chuckled as he stopped himself and Candace in turn beside a stainless . "Stay put for a second," he said as he rushed back into the mall. Candace laughed as she heard the quick tapping of his exuberant footsteps. Though they’d been married for a good six years at this point, Joel’d always believed he had to prove his worthiness to her, her extended family, himself and to the rest of the world at large- much to her ironic chagrin- but considering that while she was a 27-year-old black woman and he was a reasonably older 45-year-old white man, she could understand why there was a lot of abrasiveness surrounding their relationship in the early stages. But nothing stands the test of time. Soon her parents had shed the oppressive chains of their ethnic background and given their blessing. A few years later and they’d welcomed their first child, Lillie, into the world and had settled down. Candace had recently landed an admin assistant position at a burgeoning pharmaceutical company and Joel had established a cult following as an internet personal trainer. Life was good and today they were celebrating their anniversary.
Candace lifted the blindfold from her eye with a painted white nail. She shared a smile with a passing septuagenarian, breathing in the fresh air (with a hint of petrol smoke) and gazing up into the sky at the beaming sun. Or so she thought until the radiance blossomed in size, it’s outline less infundibuliform and increasingly humanoid.
Too late to react she stood ramrod straight, helpless to prevent the light from invading her orifices, flooding her body with an otherworldly presence and suppressing her consciousness until it was nearly unreachable in the backstreets of her own mind. Her tender brown eyes, filled with warmth and subtle kindness, glazed over; her irises becoming callous golden circles. Her disposition changed: whereas she’d been standing expectantly in wait of Joel before, her stance became more confident with her hand resting on her hip as she struck a seductive pose.
Candace (or should I say Atlantiades?) shuddered for a second. Feeling his essence being ripped from his own body had been a harsher experience than Atlantiades had expected and being out of his element had jarred him severely. He calmly removed the blindfold, feeling the black curls cascade into his face as he did so. He twirled one around his finger. Fascinating, he thought as he caressed his dainty digits across his newfound host body. He started from his head and worked his way down, feeling his plump rose-gold lips, his bountiful casabas and wide hips before going lower and stroking his meaty thighs. Feeling a tad curious he squeezed said thighs together and yelped as he squashed the mighty cock-and-balls sandwiched between. A quick look and he noticed that, contrary to the rest of his beautiful dark body, his equipment was more in line with his previous complexion and tanned a light caramel colour.
Certainly not the worst form I've assumed after one of my punishments, Atlantiades chuckled to himself as he tossed the blindfold aside. He stepped forward and, not knowing the mechanics of high-heel strutting, promptly stumbled over his own feet. His new form would've been compromised mere moments into his inhabitance had not a muscular man caught him midway. "Hey," the dark-haired guy said as he helped Atlantiades up, "Are you OK, madam?" Candace Parker would normally have swooned had an attractive patron rescued her from an embarrassing fail like that but Atlantiades was familiar with others engineering situations to save (and romance him, much to his behest). Atlantiades dusted himself off and brusquely cast the heels asunder, opting to go barefoot for his own safety. The man tried to speak again but was cut off by a pretty brunette storming up to his side. She quickly looped her arm in his whilst giving Atlantiades the once-over. "Aw, is my boyfriend Darren being a hero again?" she said, "Gosh, I'm literally SO lucky to have him!"
"Emily, calm down, she just fell," he said, incurring a sharp glare from her. Atlantiades meanwhile was tiring of this interaction and was already predisposed to despise this parasitic woman because of all the lovers that'd tried to maim him out of their jealousy. He decided this was a perfect test to see if he'd actually retained some of his godly powers like Zeus had said. Their spat of bickering stopped as Atlantiades clicked his fingers- a spark of gold ignited. Instantaneously Darren felt his body shrinking, his girl and himself sharing a glance as they exchanged heights. He felt his body collapse in on itself, his muscle mass depleting as his form became more supple and feminine. His face shifted, his bone structure morphing until his likeness had become the spitting image of Emily and vice-versa. Now for the fun, Atlantiades thought as Emily (in Darren's body) shrieked. She began melting into the floor, Darren's body becoming nothing more than pale pulp. Soon her body had completely gone, leaving Darren's clothes in a messy heap on the ground.
"And now kai tóra teliká," Atlantiades chuckled in Candace's London accent as he motioned with his hands to lift up. At the same time the pulp that had formed rose as well. The former deity gestured towards Darren's shaking body. The pulp gladly obliged and engulfed the man-woman. A few moments later and the pulp absorbed itself into the body, giving the amalgamated body creamy skin, accentuated features and a frame worthy of bedding an immortal. The hybrid shook slightly. It's clothes had been shed during the merge and the shared consciousness it now possessed was conflicted with the contrasting identities and memories rushing into its head. Like Atlantiades, this hybrid also possessed genderbent genitals albeit ones with the right skin tone. Atlantiades stepped towards the woman, tilting its head to meet his hypnotic, golden eyes. "Tell me," he said, "Can you work one of those contraptions?" He pointed to the black Range Rover that'd belonged to Candace and Joel. The hybrid may have been confused as to a lot of things but nodded her head meekly. Atlantiades smiled, leading it to the car and hopping in himself.
A moment later and they'd sped off. Unfortunately for Joel, that was a moment too soon as he ran back out with a bouqet of flowers in his grip. Two light thumps sounded as Joel dropped to his knees. The bouquet rolled out of his splayed hands. His wife, his car... gone. He stared bleakly forwards as the cars around him passed by.
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