“…Ali-Nathair, snake goddess of reptiles.” As you say the words, they feel so right and true. To refer to yourself by your old name seems unthinkable; your past has no bearing on you are now. Better to set it aside, and let the new you flourish.
“Fantastic!” One of the masseuses says. “Now we may begin the final steps!”
The two masseuses cover your head in the same gray paste that covers the rest of your body, and you feel an urge to strike a pose. You do so, holding your arms out to your sides, one raised at an angle, and one lowered, as if in the middle of a dance.
The moment you’ve picked your pose, the cream seems to set, hardening over your body, then seeping into it, turning you, inside and out, into a brilliant white marble, joining into the pedestal you were standing on, which new feels every bit as much a part of you as your hands or feet. Yet, even as your body becomes immobile, your mind has never felt freer. Not only can you ‘speak’ with any of the other minor goddesses around you, but you can feel a connection to any reptile nearby you, the power to communicate and command any of them, and even the power to let your followers-to-be experience the joy of life in scales.
The masseuses begin to spread more of that cream over your body, and sculpt it as it hardens, altering your appearance further. You can feel as they create divot after slits on your skin to imitate interlocking scales. Large masses of the stuff are pressed around your legs, joining them together into a single appendage. When they reach the bottom, they keep adding more, extending your new tail to coil around the top of the pedestal, and around yourself a few times, each new inch feeling just as natural to you as any other part of your body.
When your tail has coiled around itself three times and tapered off, the women move up to your head, covering your now solid hair, joining each strand together to form the signature hood of a cobra. More matter is added to the front of your face, forming a pointed snout, with sharpened fangs and a split tongue extending from the tip. Finally, they add a little to your eyes, and carve a little slit pupil down each one before it hardens.
“You look beautiful, Ali-Nathair,” one masseuse says with a bow. “It has been an honor to help awaken your true form.”
You silently thank them, and the move along, off to find their next customer. Will they receive the “special treatment” like you did? That’s outside your domain, but you’re still a little curious. For now though, you try to put that, and your old life aside. Being human, being male… to go back would be a punishment for you, once you’ve tasted this life for even a few minutes. Your old job, your old dreams… they seem so small minded now. You have a PURPOSE in this world now, and you can’t wait to find a worshipper that will take you into their home and let you fulfill it. But in the meantime, you are content simply to speak with your sisters.