Once upon a time in ancient Greece there was an enchanted lagoon. That lagoon was consecrated to Salmacis, the water nymph.
One day, Hermaphroditus, a beautiful boy went to bathe there. Salmacis looked at the beautiful boy and his desire was awakened. He swam closer to get a better look at it.
The water nymph tried to control herself. But she couldn't resist the boy's beauty. It was not enough to look. Salmacis kept swimming, getting closer and closer. And then dizzy with desire, she took the boy from behind, imprisoning him in her arms.
Hermaphroditus struggled to free himself from the water nymph's tenacious embrace, but Salmacis was too strong. So wild was his desire that the two became one. Their bodies merged, the masculine merged into the feminine, the feminine into the masculine.
That was when I put my feet in the pool. He moved them from one side to the other while the narrative continued.
Now I was beginning to sink inch by inch in the water; calves, knees, thighs. If he kept up with Presto's pace, the sights would have been closed by then. Some customers left, but many put more chips into the slot. The screens were raised, leaving the peepholes free.
I began to kick, stirring up the water to obscure the customers' vision.
At which point I had just dropped into the pool, showing my whole body. And the peepholes were closed
Behold the god Hermaphrodite!
