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This one exists outside the Heroineburgh environs proper (although it could still take place in a version of our universe where gods exist) since it takes place in the South.
In this version, she also gets her powers from an actual Indian deity instead of from a radioactive meteorite or a scientific formula.
Additionally, I'm going to be using an older, original version of the costume, and a different heroine name to reflect her mythological origin.
Enjoy!
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There was a very good explanation why she had the nickname "Shy", and it wasn't just because the millennial girl was named Shayotani Chatterji.
That was just the very obvious reason - the shortening of her long name which was difficult for her peers to remember, growing up attending a public school in Raleigh, North Carolina.
No, it was much more than that. The Indian-American girl in her mid-20s had always endured a hard life. Growing up, she had always helped her mother and father run the corner convenience store called the Swift-E-Mart, which wasn't in a high-traffic location and barely did better than break even most of the time. The couple was always pinching pennies and saving money, trying to give their daughter a better life than they had, even if she was wearing second-hand clothing from the local Goodwill.
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Feeling inadequate and less than her peers, Shy became withdrawn and lacking in social skills. She spoke softly and wouldn't look at others directly in the face when talking to them, which wasn't the best demeanor for working behind the counter at the store, although she always diligently showed up for her shifts.
She also adopted the classic appearance for a childhood nerd: an ugly chopped haircut and chunky-looking glasses, like a female Indian version of Steve Urkel. Shy withdrew into her own fantasy world, devouring science fiction books and scouring the Internet on her parents' old computer to learn both scientific facts and mythological stories. She became fascinated, in fact, with her own Hindu myths, regarding the ancient gods as sort of primeval superheroes.
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She never missed a holiday ritual or a prayer service alongside her parents, always asking Vishnu and Lakshmi to grant her boons. This, of course, made her even more of a nerd to her peers, because although many of them went through the motions when it came to their culture, few took their spirituality as seriously as she did, as they were mostly involved with material possessions.
Shy even had a private prayer which she would recite either in the evenings before bed, or whenever she became unsure and afraid, and needed a bit of encouragement. It was a mantra she had also heard her parents recite on occasion: "Vishnu grant me wisdom and strength; Lakshmi grant me power and beauty." Since she possessed none of those attributes and often felt uneasy, invoking the positive qualities of the pantheon made her more self-assured and able to persevere.
But it was still with great surprise when one night after closing up the shop, she was burning incense in her parents' private shrine at the back of the store in the maintenance closet and something very unexpected happened. A steady, low-frequency drone commenced, not unlike that of a classical Indian tambura. The incense itself spontaneously formed into a circle in the air and began to glow. The circle itself widened in diameter until it encompassed the entire length of the room, and it became a hole in the space-time fabric of the universe, a portal through which Shy could see a different dimension full of nebulous golden haze.
While Shy watched, her mouth wide open and her eyes like saucers in complete awe, two figures emerged from the shining cloudy background, floating just on the other side of the interdimensional portal. One was a male with four heads and reddish skin, sporting four white beards, who had a benevolent smile. The other was a female with long black hair - she had only one head but four arms, all seeming to gesture independently while she was staring directly at Shy.
These were certainly Vishnu and Lakshmi themselves, Shy realized. They really did exist as in her prayers, albeit residing in another dimension. They must have retreated there, along with all the other gods, thousands of years ago after human civilization took over the globe, crowding them out and rendering them without enough true worshippers to maintain their earthly powers. But now, they were right in front of her, and it looked like Vishnu, at least, was about to address her directly.
"Dedicated daughter, namaste," Vishnu spoke, none of his four mouths moving although she could hear his voice telepathically in her mind. "Greetings and salutations! For so long, we have received your daily devotion, and it has strengthened us enough to be able to break through the barriers between the universes, which we could not do for eons."
"My husband speaks true," Lakshmi continued, gesturing continuously with her four hands moving in different directions. "We have no wish to re-enter Earth, as we could not survive for long in your modern technological world. But we wish to resume conveying our message to our people, and we believe that a devotee such as yourself can act as a powerful messenger."
"Having seen your perseverance in the face of obstacle - your unassuming quiet confidence in the presence of fear - we believe that you are the one most suited to this monumental task," continued Vishnu in her thoughts. "Are you willing to take on such a mantle?"
Shuddering with excitement from her sudden encounter with two Hindu deities, Shy managed to calm herself down and respond, beaming from ear to ear with happiness and joy. She replied to them in their ancient Sanskrit, perfectly comfortable in the classical language from her studies at the Temple.
"I have always been your loyal servant, and would be most honored to convey such a message. How shall I do that?"
"You shall endure four trials, each one representing one of my aspects, and those of the four arms of Lakshmi," explained the bearded god. "If you pass all four tests,you shall be granted powers far beyond those imagined by any mortal men..."
"The essence of what my husband says," added Lakshmi, "is that you have the opportunity to become a demi-goddess on Earth, spreading love and justice in our names, and helping to transform your blighted planet into a veritable paradise through your actions. Are you prepared to take on such a responsibility?"
"Yes! A thousand times yes!" Shy grinned enthusiastically. She was alone, and had nothing at all to be socially embarrassed about. She knelt down on one knee, like a knight about to accept an honor from her monarch, and bowed her head with reverence. "Grant me thy boon, o goddess of truth and light, and I shall serve thee faithfully!"
Lakshmi reached through the portal with one of her arms stretching into the mortal plane, and placed her hand on the top of Shayotani's unappealing home-cut hairdo, her greasy hair tied back in a messy ponytail. "The first test, my daughter, is the Trial of Joy. I know that you possess the wonderful ability of music. So, I grant you the confidence to use your ability to bring blessings to others, and the charisma to convince them that they are truly the children of the gods. You must go out and cause a crowd of people to feel happy and content. If you can do that, you shall pass the first trial."
Shy felt a bolt of invigorating energy flow from Lakshmi's hand directly into her brain, lighting up millions of synapses which then transmitted the sensation throughout her nervous system, all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. After the pulsation subsided, she realized that she had become aroused by the experience.
The nipples had hardened on her small breasts underneath her convenience store shirt, and she felt a bit of wetness seeping from her crotch into her underwear. She moaned softly with the pleasure of her arousal, and wondered if Lakshmi knew what kind of sensual effect her power transfer was having on a mere mortal. Presumably, she did, being an omnipotent goddess.
But Lakshmi mentioned nothing about that. "Rise, daughter!" she exhorted her new servant. "Go out into the world and spread joy in my name! We shall meet tomorrow around the same...time, I believe you call it? We know nothing of such things here....but only if your quest is successful. Fare thee well!"
The goddess withdrew her arm back into the portal, and both she and her consort quickly faded from view back into the golden mists of their astral plane. The portal closed,and shrank back into the small incense cloud from whence it came. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
Except it did. Shy felt special in a way she had never experienced before, whether it was winning a science olympiad or triumphing in a class spelling bee. And all of a sudden, her vision was very blurry!
The short, geeky Indian girl stumbled over to a nearby sink with a mirror above it, trying to figure out what had happened to her eyes. She removed her thick-lens glasses with a a flourish, and suddenly, the room sharpened into incredible clarity. Obviously, she no longer needed the spectacles to correct her sight. She could not only see things clearly, but also the emotions which had been attached to those things in the process of their use.
There was an old hairbrush on the sink, with which she remembered her mother brushing her hair as a young girl, and she was infused with a wave of pure love - the devotion and care a mother has for her only child. It affected Shy deeply, and the inspirational power of her mother's affection pulsed through her body, even though her mother wasn't there.
As if that wasn't enough of a surprise, Shy looked in the mirror, and was shocked to behold what almost looked like a different person. She was beautiful! At least, when compared to her usual homely appearance. The proportions of her face had altered enough so that the elongated shape of her eyes, the subtle prominence of her nose, and the rich fullness of her lips would all be considered quite attractive.
In addition, all the facial imperfections she had regretted for so long - the zits and pimples. the discolorations, even the hint of the hairy mustache above her lips which she had to depilate once a week - all were gone, replaced by flawless, smooth brown skin, the color of dark mocha coffee with cheeks that were naturally blushing with a hint of red. Even without makeup, she was startlingly alluring, even to herself.
But there was still one thing constraining her overall presentation. Shy had also noticed that her hair was no longer completely black - it had acquired beautiful streaks of reddish-blond. And yet, the hair itself was still tied back in a sloppy ponytail by a dirty rubber band. Releasing the band, she allowed her hair to cascade down around her shoulders, and noticed that it was longer and fuller than before. She tossed her attractive tresses to the side, reveling in the feeling of confidence it gave her to possess the hair of a goddess.
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"And I know where I can go to make a crowd happy," she thought, formulating a plan to win the Trial of Joy. "Tonight, as usual, there's the Open Stage talent night at Sunny's Bar down the street. I usually just go there to watch other people get on stage and showcase their talents, but if I brought my violin and some of my original tunes, I could get the backing band to work with me, and try to win the weekly prize for best composition..Yes, that's it! Just like Lakshmi said, I'll approach this challenge with the power of song!"
Looking in the mirror at her own lovely face, and newly resolute in her determination to surmount the gods' trial, she experienced something unexpected: the arousal returned.Deeply attracted to her own beauty, and recalling the pleasurable thrill that Lakshmi had sent coursing through her system, she felt more wetness seep from her crotch, and her tiny, bean-sized clitoris stiffen right above her pussy, which was also swelling with blood.
Shy knew the signs. Long ago, knowing that she could never attract neither a handsome man nor a beautiful woman, she had resigned herself to mastering the art of self-pleasure, even reading old Tantric texts on the subject. So she was well versed in what to do next - the only difference being that now she could fantasize about her own beauty, rather than some chiseled Bollywood star or a member of the rich kids clique in her Temple classes.
Shy stood in front of her mirror, staring intently at her own attractive eyes, equal in allure to those of any Indian movie actress, and licking her own full lips. She reached down to her wet pussy to flick her already rigid clit, and the waves of pleasure came crashing in. As she stroked her pubic mound with her left hand, she thrust her right hand under the red convenience store T-shirt with the "Swift-E-Mart" logo on it, and began caressing her cleavage. Her rock-hard nipples rose in response almost immediately.
Along with the many other forms of intelligence that Shy possessed, she was an expert at making herself come from any position, having taught herself to do so out of necessity in restricted situations. And she had a mantra, a devotional chant which helped her along in the process. Alone in the back of the store, she was free to shout it with vehement abandon and refer directly to her mythological benefactors, who were apparently real but living in another dimension.
"O Vishnu, grant me wisdom! O Vishnu, grant me strength! O Lakshmi, grant me beauty! O Lakshmi, grant me power!" she repeated over and over, rubbing her pussy furiously while her body writhed with pleasure in front of the sink. As she often did, Shy imagined herself as a super-powerful being, on par with the gods, able to perform any physical or mental feat with ease, and attract the love of any man or woman she desired. She had a very active imagination which helped her along.
Approaching closer and closer to climax, Shy tossed her beautifully streaked brown tresses back and opened her mouth, panting and heaving to reach her goal. After another minute or so, she emitted an ear-piercing scream of orgasmic triumph that would have awoken her neighbors, but luckily, she was behind walls of concrete in her family's store.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" shouted Shayotani, almost shaking the rafters of the single-story building, Immediately, a spurt of sticky liquid came gushing from the inside of her pussy which completely soaked the front of her red convenience store pants.
"I love it when I do that," she thought to herself. "There is such a satisfying, almost godlike power in being able to ejaculate like a man. I just couldn't contain my desire for my new, hot face. But Dad's going to be really pissed about my staining this uniform. Luckily, there's a spare pair of pants here for me to walk home in, and I can get this uniform to the laundry room before anyone sees it!"
Shy quickly slipped into the extra pair of pants and placed the stained ones in a plastic bag. Then she packed up her belongings in her backpack and started for home, where she lived in a makeshift basement apartment below the main residence of her parents. She had almost recovered from the shocking experience of meeting the gods she had worshipped since her childhood in the back of a convenience store, but it still seemed a bit like a dream.
Strolling briskly along the sidewalk as dusk settled into darkness over the Raleigh suburb, Shayotani Chatterji made plans for her evening of trial and tribulation."I'll need to change into a nice outfit, the kind that would be appropriate for a nightclub," she thought to herself. "That pretty green dress I found for five bucks at the Goodwill will suffice, plus that necklace from India that Mom gave me will be a nice touch."
"I can't wait to perform my songs for the crowd at Sunny's tonight," she enthused, her heart skipping a beat with anticipation as she neared her house. "Hopefully, I will do well enough to please the goddess Lakshmi!"