Chapter #3Missy finds a golden coin by: BenLawrence Missy's grandmother had given her a box filled with things passed down from generation to generation among the women of their family. She said that she wanted Missy to have it, and didn't want the family to squabble about who received it after her grandmother had passed on.
"Missy, you're the only girl in the family who respects tradition. All of your cousins went off and don't even call me. Since you're the only one who ever visits me, I want you to have this," Grandma said with a slight smile, handing her the battered old wooden box.
Missy took the box cautiously, wrapping her slender fingers around it and enjoying the sensation of age it seemed to possess. She began to open it, but her grandmother stopped her.
"No. Wait until I'm gone. There are things in there you may want me to explain, but I can't explain them any more than my grandmother could. We both know I don't have a lot longer to live. Just keep it safe until then."
Within weeks, Missy attended her grandmother's funeral, the only granddaughter in attendance. She felt deeply the loss of the old woman, but she was oddly excited at the prospect of opening the wooden box. Her grandmother's words had added a strong sense of mystery to the box.
When she opened it, she saw all sorts of things, including little wooden dolls and old thimbles, little keepsakes from years ago. She saw that her grandmother's wedding band was in the box and knew that someday she would add something to the box as well before she passed it on.
She was about to close the box when she noticed that the top liner was loose. She pulled at it until it came out neatly. A small golden coin fell from its hiding place.
Missy studied the coin with great interest. It appeared to be much, much older than any other item in the box. In college, one of her history professors had brought in a Roman coin to show them, and this coin looked to be at least that old. On one side of the coin was the figure of a small woman, her face barely perceptible but clearly a proud, noble face. On the other side was the same face, but the figure was much larger than the other, although the proportions were almost the same, the larger woman appearing more muscular than the smaller.
Missy liked the coin very much. She rubbed it carefully with a cloth to clean away the grime of many years until it shone a little less dully than before. She put the box away in her dresser, but decided to keep the coin out.
"For luck," she said, and flipped it into the air. It seemed to give off a slight glow as it twirled in the air. She caught it easily in her right hand and looked to see which side was facing up. "Big," she said, smiling. She liked the bigger side anyway.
Within moments, Missy began to feel a warm sensation in the pit of her stomach. The warmth spread slowly throughout her body. Although it puzzled her, she found the sensation to be quite pleasurable. It was unlike any she had ever felt before, and as she became hotter and hotter, she gave herself over to the sensation.
She seemed to hear a voice in her mind whispering to her, "My child, receive the inheritance of your race. The Amazon blood has been kept silent too long in you. Let it awaken!" The voice was very loud as it finished and immediately disappeared. It sounded much like her own voice, and she instinctively knew it to be that of some ancient Amazonian ancestor.
"Yes," she whispered, "Let it awaken..."
Her slender frame began to shake as amazing amounts of transformative energy ran up and down her body. She felt like the energy was going to tear her apart, but it still felt wonderful. She closed her eyes tightly and took short, quick breaths.
"Awaken..." she whispered again, forming it into a chant. Each time she said the word, it was louder than the first until she was shouting the word at the top of her lungs. When she felt like she could shout no louder and like the energy was going to explode inside her, her eyes flew open and she began to see the world change around her.
She moved awkwardly across her room and stood in front of her full length mirror. She was wearing a sweater blouse buttoned down the front and a jean skirt that just concealed her knees. As she watched, the clothes seemed to become smaller and smaller.
She felt her bones lengthen. She could hear them crack as they shattered and reformed and shattered and reformed in order to compensate her growth.
Her slender frame thickened as her muscles began to grow. She realized that in order to possess the power of an Amazon, she would no longer be the thin little girl that once she was. She also realized that that was never who she had truly been anyway.
"I am an Amazon," she said confidently, watching as her body grew to meet her bold statement.
Her skirt slowly snuck up her leg, exposing her creamy white thighs. The hems along the side of the skirt split, giving her legs more room to grow. Her blouse no longer covered her entire torso; her belly, steadily hardening into a powerful but feminine six pack, was clearly visible. Her breasts, modestly small, grew to a size more suitable to a woman of her power, pushing the blouse outward and straining it. Her B cup bra didn't last against the soft globes growing upward, impossibly perky, and outward. The bra popped in the front. She reached down her blouse to remove it, and as she did, her arms ripped the sleeves off as they grew stronger. Her chestnut brown hair grew longer and fell down her lengthening back in rich, luxurious curls. Her beautiful blue eyes gave off a slight glow, hinting at the sheer power her not-so-slender frame contained.
Her growth slowed when she was 6'5", a full foot taller than she had been, but it continued until she stood an enormously impressive 7'2".
She admired herself in the mirror that didn't seem to be full length any longer. Although she had always adored her slight frame, as had many men, she felt her sleek muscles were very enticing.
Carelessly, she ripped her blouse off her body, exposing her large breasts that sat so proudly on her powerful chest. "Amazons do not hide their bodies," she said, her voice strong and slightly deeper than the soft, unimposing voice she had once possessed.
"What now?" She asked, wondering what to do with her new body.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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