"Themyscira Suite," the receptionist said, and handed John the key. He thanked her and the family followed directions to the indicated rooms. Inside, they found the suite to be lushly appointed, with a living room and two large bedrooms, one for the parents and the other for the kids; the living room opened to a large balcony. All three rooms were lavishly decorated with suits of armor, statues, and murals; however, all of the artwork depicted fierce and beautiful women engaged in battle, and the armor all seemed sized for female wearers. Well, Themyscira was supposed to be the homeland of the Amazons, Julie thought, or at least that's what she remembered reading in an old Wonder Woman comic.
"Better get unpacked and situated, everyone," John said. "Then we'll meet back here in about half an hour and plan our day." John and Sharon went to their room, and Derrick and Julie shrugged and went to theirs; they each claimed a bed and dropped their bag down on it, then stopped to look around.
Julie had taken the bed closer to the window and took a moment to look out over the rolling grounds of the resort; she saw what looked like a swimming pool and some sort of sports field, and further off woods and hills that looked good for hiking. Slowly, however, her gaze was drawn back inside the suite and to the statue that stood in the corner by the end of the window. It depicted a regal woman in armor, standing proud with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. Julie stepped closer to her, mesmerized - if she hadn't been obviously made of white marble, the woman would have seemed almost alive, especially those eyes...
Suddenly Julie felt a strange sensation overwhelm her body. Her limbs were aching as though she'd just been heavily exercising, and then suddenly she could feel her muscles growing, giving her the physique of an Olympic athlete. Then that wasn't all that was growing, as she shot up several inches in height; her hair tickled her shoulders as it grew to the middle of her back and turned a rich dark brown. Her skin darkened slightly as well, becoming olive-toned. Unable to believe what was happening, she held up her hands in front of herself, looking them over - and then her clothes changed as well. Her t-shirt and jeans molded together, becoming a white tunic that hung over one shoulder and left the other bare; it was pulled tight across her breasts, which were larger and firmer than before, and belted at the waist, hanging down to mid-calf and leaving her long, athletic legs bare. Her shoes became sandals.
The sound of her brother's voice tore Julie from her shock, and she turned to see that Derrick was changing as well. His height remained much the same, but the shape of his body was changing, hips and breasts expanding as his waist sank in, and his muscles shifted to become sleeker and more feminine. He moaned in surprise and then grabbed his neck as his voice grew higher-pitched and more womanly, and then his hair burst out to grow as long as Julie's had and darkened to the same color. His face reshaped, becoming that of an elegant young woman with Grecian features, and then his clothes reshaped into a white tunic that matched Julie's own.
The two siblings - the two sisters, now - stared at each other in surprise and then looked over at their beds, where their bags were also changing; instead of more clothes and toiletries, they now became bundles of armor of similar design to that on display in the suite, except that it looked sleeker and newer and, they knew, sized to their exact proportions. Bows and quivers of arrows materialized beside the armor, as did sheathed short swords; two long spears appeared leaned up against the wall, each beside a round shield. The gear of young Amazon warriors in training, Julie knew, and though she'd done no such thing, she was certain she was now as skilled with them as if she'd been training from early childhood. Derrick's eyes widened, and she knew he felt the same thing.
Julie... Derrick... no, those names weren't right. She was Iolanthe, wasn't she? And her older sister was Danae? And though she knew they were the Andersons and were here on vacation, she was equally sure that they were teenage Amazons here to compete in the Themysciran Games.
"What's going on?" Derrick... Danae... said; it took Iolanthe a moment to realize she was speaking in classical Greek, a language she now understood perfectly.
"I don't know," Iolanthe said, looking down at her hands and feeling her strong new body move. "But I think I like it..."