My skin started to glow. Slightly at first, and then I was dazzlingly bright. It was a bit distracting, as I produced glare on everyone and thing in front of me. I could feel power exploding within me. My heart beat in unison with the heart of the universe. Oil of the gods indeed.
"Old man, is this supposed to happen?" I could hear electricity crackling around me as I spoke.
"How should I know, oh, great goddess - er god?" he said nervously as he bowed his shoulders.
"Er, god?" I asked. I did feel very different, and my voice sounded deeper, actually masculine.
I looked down my boobs were gone. My clothing had ripped as my chest and shoulders had expanded into a muscle man's torso. I reached down and felt the bulge between my legs, and muttered an expletive.
"How do I reverse this?" I demanded. Thunder crashed.
The shop door opened and a kid rushed in screaming for help. There had been a terrible accident, a bolt of lightning had struck a group of people at the bus stop.
I grinned, but instead of making the sarcastically vicious remark that I intended, I spun around and dashed out the door. The light flowed out from me and enveloped all the injured burning and bloodied men, women and children and healed them. I swear I heard angels singing. "Be well," I said. Wondering why I had said that.
The people were standing up amazed that they felt well. One woman dropped her walker and exclaimed, "I can walk! I can dance! The pain is gone!"
She did a high kick just to prove it. I groaned. Was I doomed to be a reluctant superhero, a benevolent god at the beck and call of human. I didn't think so. I turned to go back into the shop, and throttle the old man until he reversed this, but I felt something pulling me. In my mind, I saw a train wreck. Then I was there, and glowing again. Next it was an oil refinery in Iraq which was on fire. I saved the day again. Then a tsunami in the Phillipines. Thanks to me no lives were lost. I was furious. I wanted to reek havoc with my new godlike powers, but the powers were controlling me. I was making the world a better place. Flowers bloomed. Smog vanished. Terminal patients were healed. Famine was history. I was fighting it all the way. I tried to strike someone dead, but couldn't. I know like Misa Amane in Death Note, I would kill only bad people, that would be good right? I also noticed that I was growing. Not only was I a guy, but I was an eight full tall god of a guy. I tried to sleep, but I apparently no longer needed it. Besides the way I was glowing, how could I sleep?