"This is amazing." said Jean. "Already years have passed since our ascension and I'm still enthralled by everything!"
Jean and Greta reclined in each other's arms in their beautiful palace of magical ivory (no elephants or rhinos died for it), both dressed in elaborate female togas... not that any other toga could exist anymore in their new world. Greta held Jean in her arms warmly, her eyes reflecting the lights from a nearby crystal fixture. Pure love was between them... love unfettered by awkward conversation, barely disguised lust, and social duality. And they knew in their new world... many others followed suit.
"I have to say though..." said Greta. "After seeing your wish come true, I still am bothered by something. I was something of a closet fantasy 'geek' in my day, and there are probably many worlds besides ours. Many men."
Jean, looking at the ring that gave them their new immortal life and their new world began to ponder Greta's words.
"Are you saying we should visit other places? Other worlds across many universes just to see the opposite sex? One we abolished? I don't want to."
A knowing smirk spread across Greta's face.
"No, Jean. I say we visit other 'fictional' worlds and -show- them our enlightenment. And if it's one of the fantasy worlds from the books I read and the games I play... no doubt some sword wielding hero will come along who needs to understand the joy of love as a woman."
A mischievious smile (one that had cooled down before) spread across Jean's face. Yes, why stop here? Why be the Goddesses of one world... when they could have the universe? They embraced each other once more and went off to have lunch with their key advisors and strategists for their next move.