Mom took my hand and walked me through the door of the bathroom and into the bedroom that she shared with my father. It was dimly lit by candles as well. Small flickering votives were everywhere, giving the room such an inviting atmosphere and ambient romantic glow. It had been so elegantly decorated for this momentous occasion. The bed's canopy frame had soft pink netting draped all over. More flower petals were scattered on the floor, as well as on the bed. The comforter and top sheet was gone. The only things covering the mattress were the white linen sheet, the scattered pink petals, and a few pillows. It was like a platform or an altar even, ready for ceremony, and my virginal body was going to be the sacrificial offering.
The French doors that lead out onto the patio overlooking the beachfront were open but there were pink netting drapes hanging over the doorway to prevent onlookers, yet allow the rustle of the ocean breezes to flow through the room along with the sound of the crashing waves. These ceremonial curtains seemed to tremble with the slight wind which reminded me of my own little trembles I was currently feeling, excited with anticipation on the precipice of becoming a woman to the fullest.
My father was standing at the foot of the bed with a proud smile on his face. He was wearing a white linen robe with golden embroidered symbols I recognized of our faith. They were symbols of life, health, and fertility. He held out his hand as his eyes reflected the flickering candlelight. My mother, both of us still naked with flowers in our hair, walked me to him and placed my hand in his. She clasped our hands together and then raised them to her lips and kissed the back of my hand, then his, and then breathed the words "My eternal loves..."
She then withdrew and quietly left the room, but exiting through the main door which lead to the house hallway. I did wonder for a very split second where she was going naked in the house with my brothers all home.
I started getting a tad bit nervous and apprehensive. This was my transition, and I did not want to do anything wrong or displeasing. My father let go of my hand and placed both of his on my bare shoulders. He reassured me that everything would be wonderful as he guided me through my transition from a girl to a woman. He told me that the first part of the ancient rite is that he would help me learn and experience my own body, and then the next step after would be to learn my powers over the body of my mate and how to use them. Then to make the sacred transition complete he would teach me how the bodies then work together to unite as one, and would gift me more of his life-giving seed, the very seed that was responsible for the creation of me in my own mother's womb. This would consecrate me as a true woman.
I felt a swarm of butterflies in my stomach at the surge of emotions at all he just explained. I had walked across the threshold of this room as a teenage girl but would leave a woman with life-giving and altering power.
He pulled me to the bed and directed me to lie down. He separated my legs a bit and had me put my arms at my sides. He was so tender and gentle. He then stood over me and made a few ritual signs and chanted words in the old ancient tongue. He then spoke the transitioning benediction. "Mother and Father of Life, of the Sacred Family, I offer to you our sacred child, for your blessing of power and life, that you would grant that her Life portals to be opened and her Sacred powers to be endowed. Beannaich am boireannach seo."
He then took a small ornate crystal bottle from the bedside table and opened it, and there was an amazing fragrance that wafted through the air from it. He kept repeating, "Beannaich am boireannach seo. Beannaich am boireannach seo. Beannaich am boireannach seo." As he chanted this he drizzled the bottles contents on my lips, down to my chest and over each breast, down my stomach and over my furry mound. It was a light but oily substance and it tingled everywhere it touched.
