“Look girls, a man!” says Circe to the girls as she looks at the young tall naked newcomer standing before her. The other women of all ages come up behind her to study the strange individual...
My name is Circe. Who might you be?
I grunt lightly, feeling a little disoriented, and unsure how or why I'm here. I look behind me, finding the once bright, luminous stone dark again, leaving me more confused. Um... Fayt. I say slowly turning back to the women, one in particular wearing what appears to be a steepled, wide brimmed hat like a witch. S-Sorry, I'm not quite sure where I am... Or how how I got here. I say with a light groan as I try to remember any events leading up to this moment.
Circe looks at the naked man before her. She is curious about him. The other women are too. "Well Fayt," Circe says, "you're here now." She pauses for a moment then continues. "I am called Circe. I have lived many years and watched over this place for just as long. Do you want to know why you are here?"
Circe waits for the man to answer her question before going on, already knowing his presence is not by accident or coincidence...
I suppose that's a good place to start. I chuckle more to myself, as I rub my head, still getting my bearings. It's like I have a concussion, without the vertigo or need to vomit. And maybe what 'here' is? I say looking up and noticing that all the people around are women, undressed for the most part, and from a wide variety of ages and types. Women that appear to be my age, all the way to those that look like a grandmother. As my body starts getting warm, responding to the naked women staring at me, I realize I'm naked as well, leaving my member growing harder before their eyes.
"Well Fayt," says Circe, "This place is called the Elysian Fields. It is a sanctuary where women come when they have grown old and weary of life outside these walls. When they reach a certain age, usually between 70 and 80, they begin to age in reverse until they once again become pubescent girls."
Circe pauses for a moment before continuing. "As for why you are here... I was asked by someone else to bring you here.
Elysian Fields? The Greek purgatory? I ask, shaking my head still clearing the cobwebs out. So... I'm the only man in a place full of women of various ages, shapes and sizes. I ask, tilting my head, as I look around again, still feeling a little ill at ease. But something does feel comfortable, comforting about this place, and the company. Even though I can't remember coming here, and should probably be freaking out, I feel at relative peace with everything. So... What now? Am I to entertain you all? I chuckle again, rubbing my head as I look at the few dozen naked women, feeling more and more affected by their bare bodies.
"No," says Circe. "You are not here to entertain us. You're here because I was asked to bring you here." She pauses for a moment, looking at the man before her, trying to decide how much he should know. Finally she decides. "The person who asked me about you... well, they were interested in you. They wanted to see if you might be willing to stay with us, perhaps help out now and then."
"Of course," says Circe with a smile, "if you choose to stay, you can leave any time you wish." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But I think you should know that there is no death here. When a woman reaches the end of her life outside these walls, she comes here willingly and begins to age in reverse until she once again becomes a pubescent girl."
Circe waits for Fayt's answer, curious as to what he might say...
Well, can't say I'm too interested in women without sexual attributes... But the other women, I could see sticking around a world full of women, clearly not concerned about being naked. I chuckle softly, naturally reaching down to adjust my manhood, before again realizing I'm naked too. But I'd say I still have plenty to learn about what's going on before making any decisions. I say, a little surprised that I haven't been ran over by a crowd of women yet, wondering if they're just shocked to see a man. Or maybe the women here aren't interested in sex? I notice Circe watching as I look around at the various women, a little frustrated over being confused and from desire.
Circe watches the man before her, noting his interest in the other women. She can see that he is curious about them, perhaps even aroused by their presence. "Fayt," she says, "I understand your curiosity. But you must understand that these women have been here for a long time, and they are not used to men."