I don't know WHY I wanted a sneak peak at the sphinx mummy, I'd seen her already, I was there when Molly just touched the sarcophagus and the dang thing opened. I almost felt like I was drawn to it? Geeze, everything Molly had said before was starting to get to me and mess with my head.
I saw who touched me. "Mom?"
"Hello Jacob." She was wearing a clean but simple dress that slightly stood out among the stuffed shirts and jeweled dresses.
"What are you doing here?"
"I imagine the same as you, wanting a preview of the mummy, and here to cheer Molly on."
"Mom, why do you want to risk getting caught?" Why was I risking getting caught?
"I just... just a felt a need to." Mom admitted. Well, that didn't make me feel better. "I mean, this is a big night for you and Molly, there's no way I could miss it."
"But mom... who told you we'd be here? How did you know where the mummy was?"
"I.... I don't know." Mom confessed. "Like I said, it was just a feeling, mother's intuition I guess."
I didn't like that answer at all. "Mom, maybe we should go."
"Come on, one little peak can't hurt."
Why did I feel one little peak would hurt? But before I could muster up the will power to restrain my own mother, mom had crept over the red sheet, and pulled back the cover just a bit... enough to see the face of the mummified sphinx. Or at least the golden death mask it was wearing. Unlike most mummies I'd seen, this one had all its jewelry intact. Then again, this mummy had never been the victim of an unwrapping-party by British Victorian-era upper class socialites. Then it hit me, the jewelry it wore and the ones Molly was wearing right now were similar styles and not just both from being from Egypt.
Mom fell silent at the sight of the face, like she was hypnotized. She caressed the golden mask. Then... she started to get bigger...
Her rear end grew larger, ripping her dress apart and her panties with them. Her skin turned course and brown, a thin short furless tail grew from her rear. Her toes merged together into three large black nail. Muscle piled onto her.
Her upper body was soon covered in golden fur as her size and muscles broke away her blouse and bra, leaving her naked, but she didn't seem to notice or care. Her hands became clawed paws with a thumb like Molly's, and her breasts got larger, but that seemed like a trivial thought. Her hair grew longer and wilder as it fell over her shoulders.
Her face turned green as it was covered in scales, then her face stretched out farther and father than Molly's had, fangs sticking out of her mouth. Her eyes turned golden and slited and a second eyelid formed around them. She snorted the air.
She had the lower body of a hippo, the torso of a lioness, and the head of a crocodile.
This wasn't a 'species' of mythical creature I was looking at.
I'd gotten a little into Egyptian culture myself after Molly's change and... I knew what, WHO I was looking at: Ammit. My mother had become Ammit! Devourer, Soul-Eater, some spelled it Ammut or Ahemait. She who stood by the scales of justice to devour the hearts of the impure weighed mre than the feath of Ma'at, goddess of truth.
She was the Devourer of the Dead, Eater of Hearts, and Great of Dead.
"M-mom? What did, how did, how do... you... feel?" I ask hesitantly and more than a little scared.
Instead of crying or being terrified of herself like Molly had, mom had an eerie calm about her, that actually made me more worried. She growled. "I feel.... like this is how I've always been meant to be. This is my PURPOSE to be. My REASON."