I. Birth   

 he lays sleeping on the bed, on top of the white eyelet cover, under the lace canopy.  I approach, and pick up his wrist, snapping the shackle around it.  I straddle his chest and reach over, shackling the other wrist.  As I do this, I feel his body yielding, softening under My thighs.  As I turn and stretch to fasten to the bonds at his ankles, I feel him... changing before Me, under Me, in front of Me.  Softening, morphing, becoming smooth and lithe.  I slide off the bed and stand beside him.  he writhes and stirs, senses the transformation in his dreams.  I stand by and observe the change.  his body rounding, slightly bulging here and there, angles become curves, firmness becomes softness, lips become full and sensual, parted and open.  The steel bonds turn to silk, a gossamer thread that ties her to Me.  he is now she.

   I reach down and glide My hands over the silky smoothness of her skin.  My fingertips teasing, gliding, I feel her shiver and respond, opening her eyes, gazing at Me with love.  I feel glad that I've awakened her gently, coaxing her out of the shell of the boy, continuing to guide her entry, her awakening, her birth to service.  I feel the warmth of her skin under my hands, taut across her abdomen and then softening at her small breasts.  I rub my fingers over her soft pink nipples, awakening them also, breaking the invisible membrane encasing her and igniting her senses.  She stirs as my fingers travel back down her belly, a slight smile plays at her lips and she turns her already open thighs outward, opening them more, exposing her plump little flower and anticipating the touch of her Goddess.  I stare down into her clear blue eyes and smile lovingly at her.  I can sense the pleasure, the adoration and the anticipation she feels - so eager to be taken, used, molded, guided, made whole.  she knows this is the midst of her rebirth, she is embarking on a journey unlike any other, a sweet virgin ready for initiation, her fondest dream becoming a reality.