Part 2 of 2. Theseus enters the Labyrinth as his body changes further.
Always forward, never left or right, Theseus remembered. The tear on his left side continued stretched against his increased bulk, ripping up to his armpit. The cool air that flowed in and against his skin made him shiver with pleasure. His small breasts had grown enough to show through the tear, the swell of the new skin soft and white against his tanned skin. White fur sprouted between his breasts, lengthening into a small tuft that tickled his thick, hardened nipples.
Theseus walked forward, wincing in pain with each step. As soon as he was out-of-sight of the soldiers, he stopped to retrieve the ball of yarn tucked away. His slim, deft feminine fingers quickly undid the small knot and he unraveled a bit of it to tie around a protrusion in the wall.
Satisfied, he continued forward. The heat within the Labyrinth was stifling. He’d imagined it to be open to the sky but it was sealed. And yet, light dim somehow found its way into the massive structure. Whether by accident or masterful artifice, Theseus could only guess.