A friend in need

 Keith watched Ron submerge himself in the pool of femininity. The priests had prepared Ron for a day before being allowed him into the holy waters.
He checked his clock. Ron had been under water for two minutes and he began to get worried. The priests assured him that all was in order.

It wasn´t until after another minute of nerve wrecking waiting that something happened. The surface of the water was broken and a stunningly beautiful woman appeared amongst the ritualistic flowers that floated on the water.
Judging from the small time she had breathed air she seemed happy and pleased with herself.
Keith gulped. There was a reason for him being here. For the transformation to become permanent a certain male contribution was needed. The seed of a man.
 He both looked forward to having intercourse with this woman in the water that was all smiles , and also felt a certain hesitation for having said intercourse with someone that had been male not long ago. A close friend even.
But Ron, or Rhonda as she wanted to be called, was still a friend and Keith would be damned if he didn´t help a friend in need.