Upon entering the temple, I walked up to the high altar and bowed in the direction of Bishop Maureen. She was dressed in her traditional white robe, with a pink stole and thin white gloves. Standing beside her was Deacon Courtney, who was robed in a white alb. They stood in front of the baptismal pool and two doors marked "Males" and "Females".
Noticing my bow, Bishop Maureen motioned for me to ascend the steps to the sanctuary. However, seconds before my foot touched the stairs, Deacon Courtney approached and quickly took me by my arm. She supported me as I ascended the steps toward the Bishop. As I stepped onto the top step, the Bishop reached her gloved hand to my nose. Her touch was gentle and sensual, but soon became awkward as I realized what I was to do. As she began her prayer, I began to blow my nose into her hand. I closed my eyes, began to blow, and heard her commanding voice say: "Brother, by my authority I purify you so that you may approach the altar of the Goddess."
I felt her silky, gloved fingers hurriedly wipe off my nose. The Deacon held me back as Bishop Maureen turned to enter the baptismal pool, while discreetly taking a handkerchief into her right hand. Bishop Maureen then raised her eyes up and lifted her already-wet arms to the ceiling. She shared a prayer with the Goddess to sanctify the water. A small push on my back from Deacon Courtney indicated I could enter the water.
The water was cold on my feet, but it became uncomfortable when it began to soak my thin wet robe. It was embarrassing when my genitals went under, and I was thankful I didn't have to go past my waist. The Bishop moved to my side and placed me in the baptismal position. Her left hand was placed near the centre of my back, and my hands were placed on the back of her right hand. I heard the Bishop begin her prayer, while suddenly, mid-sentence, her right hand and the handkerchief shot towards my nose. I reacted quickly, clutching my hands to the back of hers, not being able to even draw in a breath. The unexpectedness of the event added to the tremendous force behind her motion. I felt myself bending rapidly backwards, safe with Bishop Maureen's hand on my back. My head and hair dipped underwater, then being pulled back out. Shaken, I barely noticed the Bishop finishing her prayer. She glanced quickly to Deacon Courtney, who gave her a small nod. Just as quickly, the Bishop placed her hands on my head and pronounced: "I seal your baptism with the spirit of the Lady".
Bishop Maureen climbed out of the baptismal pool and stood next to it in her sopping, nearly translucent, robe. I could already see that she, like me, wore no undergarments under it. Deacon Courtney instructed the congregation to avert their eyes. Bishop Maureen slowly removed her stole, even it wet on the ends, and then continued to remove her gloves and the robe, heavy with water. Her naked body, small yet solid, with firm breasts, was glorious.
I watched as the nude Bishop left, soaking wet, to enter the door marked "Females". I tried to get a glimpse of what was inside, but behind the door was a silk curtain. Weighed down by my sopping robe, I exited the pool to go inside the "Males" room. Opening the door, I was surprised by what I saw. The bare room contained a young woman seated on a chair, as well as two other women seated on a bench to the side. On the floor before the chair was a large pentagram.
