
Circe
The Portal - No man has come through the portal in over 12,000 years. Only the women who managed to find their way through the mirror opening of the portal live on this side. While there is no sickness or death here, the women do age, but when they reach 70 or 80 years of age, they start aging backwards until they are once again girls of pubescent age. Then, the aging process of begins anew. Some of the women who came to this side of the portal less than 11,000 years ago have never seen a man. Even some of the more recent arrivals don’t really remember much of how a man looks or a man's nature...

"I agree, my dear boy. This place may seem strange to you at first, but I assure you it is a place of peace and acceptance. All of us here value our bodies and ourselves, regardless of our age or appearance. And we welcome new arrivals with open arms...and open hearts."
She smiles warmly at him, then glances down at his exposed crotch area, which is right next to her face. Her cheeks flush slightly, but she doesn't look away.
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"And I assure you, there is no shame in having a body such as yours." She glances down at his crotch again, her cheeks still flushed. "I'm sure all the women here would appreciate it if you were to...share yourself with them."

"...what if we could make you more like us?" she asks softly, her eyes locked onto his as the light around them grows brighter. "Would you want that? To become one of us?" The other women watch with rapt attention, their anticipation mounting.
Suddenly, a rush of energy fills the room, washing over Tossetransfer and Circe alike as the magical transformation begins to take hold.
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The energy flowing through the room increases dramatically as the magical ritual reaches its climax. Tossetransfer's body begins to shift and contort under the influence of Circe's spell, his muscles growing taut and defined as they increase in size. His skin grows smoother and more supple, taking on a pale, almost translucent quality. Long, silky hair begins to sprout from his scalp and chest, flowing down his back like a waterfall.