Antwerp, 1740
Julia's skin crawled when she thought of the repulsive old man, one of her father's business partners, to whom she was now engaged. Both his body and his personality were disgusting to her, and she had heard stories about his treatment of his previous wives that made her think that not even her life would be safe in his hands. But her father was totally inflexible.
There was only one recourse. Julia grabbed a handful of jewelry and quietly left the house by a window. The darkening streets were intimidating, but she hoped she could reach her destination before night fell. As she made her way through the streets, sticking to the shadows, she heard an alarm being sounded from her house and men leaving to seek her out. With greater and greater recklessness she made her way to her goal.
The Temple of Divine Manhood.
The doors opened for her as she entered just a few steps ahead of her pursuers. They then shut--no man could open them despite their yelling and pounding.
Julia looked at the statue of the god and swallowed hard. This is it, she thought. She briefly hesitated, then the thought of her fiance steeled her will to do what must be done.
She lay the jewelry on the small altar. She felt her muscles thicken and her neck change from graceful and swan-like to thickly corded and bull-like. Her breasts transformed to hard pectoral muscle as her hips narrowed and her butt changed from soft to rock-like. Julia was not only a man, but a powerfully muscled one as well, well-equipped to defend himself. He looked down at his new genitals. "I will never marry a man or have a baby" he thought. He was at peace with this.
The new man strode through the gates from the Temple of Divine Manhood. None dared to gainsay him.