Awakening at 6:30 from the alarm, I woke up Denise under me (I'd slept on top of "her") and we slid together; again, with whatever it was Denise whispered, our simultaneous climax was powerful and left me slightly disoriented. Since "my" (now Denise') work didn't start for another two hours (9AM) I knew that Denise could sleep longer so I climbed off, headed for the shower, met both of my new sisters (in-law) there. I sat and took my leak (this was getting annoying, but realized I'd have a lot of time to adapt) before joining them in the shower. We played and I did my best to give as good as I got- which was pretty damn good. I returned to my new room and dug out clothes for school that Denise had arranged yesterday. I kissed Denise as she dozed and joined the twins in the kitchen for breakfast (and I had one fix my bra for me; I hadn't practiced after all). I got "my" book bag and realized what I forgot so I ran back upstairs to grab my favorite fountain pen and my PDA. I looked at my thinkpad but realized that it didn't fit in with my current image.
Once I got everything together, I followed the twins down the street to the bus stop.
We stayed close while awaiting the bus and I asked the twins why I wasn't driving to school. "Well, Mom needs the car, doesn't she?" Oh. I'd better think about getting a "beater" for me to drive, I'd need it for when "I" got some kind of job.
The bus arrived, we climbed on, and I avoided the jock who tried to hold a seat open for me. Even when I was male I disliked the attitude that people like him had of owning the world. I ended up next to a boy who was pretty anxious when I sat next to him, before he turned back to the papers in his hands. I was startled to realize that he was going over an IPTables HowTo, something I'd fought my way through when setting up my network.
"So, IP Filtering? Looking to set up a firewall? Using it inside your server or are you putting up an extra box as a router?"
I could almost swear his neck almost snapped off he turned to me so fast. I suddenly had that sensation of deja vu- this kid could've been me 7 years ago, and I would have been frightened to have a pretty girl talk to me out of the blue.
"Uh... I've got an old machine and some extra cards..."
"Yes, that's a good start, but you'll need enough RAM. Of course, it'd probably be easier to just download Coyote Linux and use it to build a floppy resident firewall."
He seemed to be thinking this through and didn't seem anxious any more as we discussed his technical issues and he took down some of the URLs I rattled off. As we left the bus I wished him good luck with his setup.
Billie walked next to me and said "You seem to have gotten along well enough with Robert. He's pretty awkward, you know."
"Maybe so, but he's all right on his own turf. Could you imagine what I'd be stuck talking about with that jock?"
Billie giggled and peeled off with Bobbi for their homeroom as I hunted mine down.
I'd never attended this High School, having grown up inside New York City's 5 boroughs, so navigating this school was an adventure, until I relaxed and let "my body" guide me. This must be part of the link: as long I didn't try to overwhelm my subconscious I'd "know" where to go. I went.
High School still sucks. It had been over 7 years since I was a senior and it hadn't gotten any better. I had boys ogling me (now I was the beauty, probably the focus of many teen-age fantasies) during the whole day. I'd been very anxious at that age and had avoided paying much attention to the "pretty girls" because it was upsetting to me- So close and yet so far.
Granted, I wasn't alone being focused on, but I could feel the eyes. Was this sensation normal?
Fortunately there was a computer lab class in the morning and Denise had been a little behind in finishing up a project, so I was able to go over it closely and worked out most of the bugs in her Perl script. I entered "the zone" whilst editing the code and was wailing away at modifying huge chunks of code in order to complete her project when all of a sudden I was entering wall-to-wall typos. Well, I knew what that meant.
I looked around at a group of spectators- "Please don't watch my hands, OK? I don't like to make so many mistakes!"
Enough turned away and stopped watching my hands that I was able to get zoned again and went at it for a while before I felt something inside and realized that I needed to save my work before the bell, so I dumped it back onto the floppy and popped it out- and I realized that my screen was up on the projector.
There was a little bit of applause before the instructor quieted things down with "Quite a change in style there, right Denise?"
I started to blush, realizing that, as Denise, I'd just stepped out of character.
"Well, my boyfriend is a SysAdmin, I've been getting some intense orientation in this stuff. Of course, he tolerates Perl, saying that Python is better but thinks I should learn C."
"Ahhh. Well, keep up the good work" and the bell rang and I headed for the door and lunch.
Again, the subconscious link had reminded me of my schedule. I wondered how Denise was doing and suddenly felt warmth run through me; Apparently she was happy.
Unfortunately neither Bobbi nor Billie had the same lunch period, so I was on my own. The food was unappetizing but at least the portions were small. I walked past the jock and princess zone and looked around for an empty spot (I really wished I knew where Denise was most accustomed to be sitting but was too anxious to relax and let my feet lead me there) and saw one couple waving at me so I headed that way and joined them.
The boy spoke up "Hey, Denise, how'd things go with Dennis? Does it look like he's right for you?"
I must have looked confused. He looked at the girl next to him, then back at me, "So, Dennis, it looks like you and Denise are hitched..."
I nodded. I was also disturbed. It must've shown on my face.
"I'm a predictor. I'm Alice, this is Allen. We've been this way for two months. I foresaw you being a good match for Denise and told her how to find you. I'd heard that she was dating you but didn't hear much in the last week."
"We went on a canoe trip on Saturday and got it all together on that trip. Sunday morning, well..." I waved at myself.
The girl spoke, "Well, it worked out ok for me so far. My real folks weren't happy with me getting my girl pregnant- as if I had any real choice- and I don't think it'd be any good trying to explain why to them. Alice's mom and dad calmed them down and made sure they didn't come down too hard... Though I really wish we had more time together." This was punctuated with a shrug from the "girl".
"Well, it's a good thing I don't have to worry about that kind of complication, though I must admit that having to go back to school is a real pain in the ass. And this food still emulates interstellar vacuum..."
This time the male Alice asked "interstellar..?"
"Yeah, it sucks. Big time. Though I had worse at college. That emulated intergalactic vacuum, if you can think of anything that sucks harder than this" with a wave at the tray before me, "If your college meal plan only covers two meals a day you tend to eat breakfast and lunch and forget anything later. Anyway, guys, the rest of the day won't be much fun for me."
Allen, the girl, said "At least we've got gym together. That should be fun."
"Allen, Alice, is this ... sensitivity ... normal? I can't believe how responsive my current body is, if you get my meaning. Is it really that common..."
Allen's female face got a smirk as she nodded in agreement. "I get way too hot way too easily but lucky me: my condition and relationship keeps anyone else from trying to take advantage of me... And I wish there was a way to turn down the drive, but Al has told me that I've got to live with it or things can go very wrong for us- when I'm not being told that she had to put up with it for a lot longer."
They smiled at each other. I'd seen that kind of smile before, on me and Denise.
Alice (in Allen's face) added "It seems to be a basic trait in us all. I think it's so that we're happy to reproduce and, I think, it makes it easier for you since you're carrying the weight. Could you imagine the punishment of carrying the child but not enjoying sex?"
This rang true to me since it answered some questions that I hadn't yet completely formulated.
It was time to start clearing our trays and Alice squeezed my shoulder and said "Have a good afternoon, OK? We'll see if we can stop by."
"Or I'll get Dennie to take us out together for dinner and some place where we can sit and talk..."
Both Al's nodded at this, agreeing.
The day ground onward, with few cases where "I" showed through Denise' character. Gym was ... gym. Showering was weird with all of the girls, and Allen and I looked around as we washed (and I noticed that "she" was very careful to avoid paying too much attention to her crotch. After I was slightly more generous to myself I backed off; I didn't need to scream out an orgasm in the girl's locker room shower). Allen and I helped each other fasten our brassieres.
I was still not used to having breasts. Especially breasts this sensitive.
I don't think I made much of a friend out of the history teacher, though. Actually, I was taken aback- I knew her, she went to high school with me. I remember making a remark that sounded innocent to the others in the class but I knew from the neighborhood we'd grown up in she'd make a connection- but a teen-age girl wouldn't have known the other history to the comment. So Miss Williams got irritated with "me". Of course despite being shy, I had tried to date her a long time ago and got rejected- which did wonders ensuring that I'd be ready for Denise. I was tempted to have her meet both Denise and I to see us as a couple.
The bus ride "home" didn't start much different from the ride in, though I ended up getting a seat early so the jock from the morning sat next to me. Bobbi and Billie got on and waved to me but neither could sit next to me. They made "ick" faces at me so I realized this jerk was trouble.
I had been dressed in a skirt and blouse; I hadn't been all that comfortable with the clothes but it was modest enough and made using the toilets at school less of a hassle- that is, until the jock dropped his hand onto my thigh and ran it up to my pussy real fast.
At this point I'd be less than honest if I wanted to admit to having a pussy; I was still enough of a "man" on the inside, with enough of the pre-programmed responses that many men carry, but I'd learned early the previous day that my pussy was so sensitive that I couldn't deny that it was mine. Yet more mixed feelings. So I was more than a little bit sensitive about it. In more ways than one, I might add.
I don't think he was expecting what he got; It's funny how my right elbow nailed his nose and had it bleeding. Given how much he'd scratched my thigh in his efforts to cop a feel, I don't think the pricetag was to his liking. I felt good and realized that I was glad I'd never copped a feel like that in my life.
Holding his nose, "Denise, you BITCH!"
I smiled; "One unwanted touch deserved another. Are you stupid enough to try to play 'Can You Top This'? Even without help from my boyfriend, I'm sure I can rearrange your body into a far more esthetically appealing shape- and I suspect that Dennis may be rather displeased with your attempted attentions and prove far more artistic."
A bunch of girls around me shouted "Right On!" and another told my un-friend "I was too polite when you tried that with me. No more miss nice guy..."
He was pretty miserable. He was also pathetically stupid. If there is really someone for everyone I dreaded how stupid his mate would need to be.
My stop couldn't come soon enough- and I got out of the bus with the twins and 3 other students and walked home with my sisters.
We got inside and both Billie and Bobbi went "Yes! Nailed him!" and high fived each other and then got me into the mood.
I smiled- then got dragged into the shower with both of them and was washed very carefully by them- Very Carefully. Each gave my pussy a LOT of attention, not moving on until I'd cum at least three times and I ended up sitting slumped and panting against the wall while they washed each other- giving each other almost as much attention as I got.
It was a trial getting into my new bedroom but, once there, I passed out in the bed, naked, between the covers, curled up on my left side.
I woke up again when another body climbed in bed with me- it was Denise, so I felt one heck of a smile coming on as I sleepily rolled on top of Denise's naked form and impaled myself on the dick that used to be mine. I suspected that this body, as much as it could cum like a freight train just by getting looked at cross-eyed, was designed to go nuts when a penis is in the right place. The penis went into the right place, I stroked it, getting turned on fast and then I couldn't stop the rush to climax, and again... for at least 5 escalating cums before I felt the dicks spasming in my box, which set off a body-wide spasm that put me right back to sleep happy.
As an aside, I'd read that this level of sensation was unlikely- So most of these responses seemed extraordinary. I was now apparently the kind of woman that many men fantasize about having- and that wasn't supposed to exist at all. Now I was not only the kind of woman that I'd fantasized about, I was the actual woman who had visited my dreams (day and night) for the last month and a half.
I was awakened 10 minutes later as Denise helped me into the shower to wash off the semen and smell of sex and we got dressed. I'd left Denise voice mail about Al and Al, so we headed out to meet Alice (as Allen, she was living as her boyfriend) and proceeded to Alice's home, where Allen was residing.
Alice's mother looked us over knowingly as she let us in. Me and Denise followed both Als up to Alice's room but we didn't expect them to go at it right away. Apparently taking this as a cue, Denise undressed and sat in a chair, I did likewise and backed up and straddled her and slid on down. Again I felt warm and cozy as we slowly rocked together as the lovers on the bed went through 4 different positions and fucked furiously.
We were going far slower, with gentle strokes, my learning how to control the muscles in "my" vagina and exercising them on my mount. I couldn't help but get hot fast and, despite our slow pace, I was even more impressed by how my now completely feminine body kept cumming. Allen over on the bed was cumming constantly and was almost dazed- and this answered my question about how responsive my body was supposed to be- as if I hadn't observed both Bobbie and Billie.
Alice's Mom came in the room and waited for Allen's collapse, then, surprising me completely, she took the doggy position and Alice fucked her mother using her boyfriend's dick.
To say I was astonished would not be understating things. I'd remembered Denise dogging her own mother in the shower yesterday but suddenly realized that, according to Joan, both Alice (as Allen) and Denise (as "me") were sterile and biologically unrelated to the parent- so no chance of pregnancy was possible.
I was finished and feeling almost sated so I got off of Denise' lap and moved to cuddle the girl that was Allen as Alice came into her mother and made room for Denise to start pushing in and fucking her next. Both were young enough they could re-charge while the other was fucking, so each "boy" got 4 rounds with Michelle.
I (and Allen) got to watch a gang-bang. I wondered for a moment whether I'd rather be one of the males or to be a woman, as I was now, for it. Mixed feelings? Yes. Michelle was at least as responsive as I'd been before.
All three of them finally collapsed, but I was worrying. "Michelle, where's your husband? I found out that Denise's dad died in an auto accident, but, if you're a single mother too, that'd be odd- and worrisome for me and Allen, here."
She was sated though not as fucked out as both Denise and Alice; She spoke languidly "No, Mike just left on a business trip. He's due back on Thursday morning but I needed this now. When he gets back I won't be getting out of bed all day. In case you haven't noticed, our bodies need sex... a lot. Mind you, it's a bad idea to fuck around, outside the family, no matter how much it'll feel good at the time. We're not immune to infections, and HIV develops faster in one of us and is quite fatal since we can't use magic against it."
This was intimidating. I was stuck in a body that wanted to fuck like a bunny yet could easily enjoy catching something that could kill me.
Alice jumped in "So I heard from Bobbi that you nailed Kent in the face when he tried to feel you up- good move. If he'd gotten a good hold of your cunt you'd've been ready to fuck him right there on the bus; It's just how your new body is built."
"But I wasn't turned on at all when I saw him- not the way this body responds to when I look at Denise- that usually gets my motor running."
Allen nodded, "I don't seem to get excited that easily except when I think or see you, Alice. I don't find any of the jocks attractive or exciting..."
Alice reached over and held Allen's hand, "Same here. I love you, you know."
I could almost feel their warmth as Denise gently grasped my hand (and my hand had been seeking hers) which caused me to feel even better.
I was thinking... "When I was a man it was hard to even look in Denise's general direction or even THINK about her without having to take matters in hand, if you get my drift. I swear, since I had met her, I had to masturbate in the morning because it wouldn't go down and almost every other time I thought about her. Then my first time- and hers- on the canoe trip. Denise, I'd only had sex three times while residing in that body so I don't know how it works now, but..."
Denise smiled back at me, "Yes, I'm bonded to you now. I get a hard-on quite often, possibly more often than you used to. It's a good thing I can cum so fast when I visit the men's room. I'm also careful to make sure that it's empty before I stroke off. That's not easy with a hard-on the size of Cincinnati, you know."
I stopped and stared. "Did anyone use magic to do that to me?"
I'd never seen my face in that expression; I think Denise was aghast at the question. Until she spoke I was getting anxious: "No! If that was done everything would be completely ruined! We can mess with other but our mates- and other witches' mates- are untouchable. We can't touch them even if we tried... We can't draw power from people who've been manipulated. It's the love between us that provides any power at all. You've not been made into my mate by anyone's actions, you just are my mate by how you were made. I had to find you, I couldn't make you," I could hear the anguish in her voice.
Michelle and Alice were nodding at this. Allen was giving me a funny look "I hadn't thought of that possibility. At least there's an answer..."
Michelle added "We can omit some things before consummating the relationship, but we can't lie to our mates before or after and we can't hide anything once we've had sex with our mate the first time. On top of that, as the relationship matures, there's a real blending, kind of like truly being one- He knew I came the way I did and, when he calls later, I'm sure he's going to want to try harder to have another baby so he can do that too."
Both Alice and Denise looked at her- "Really? Cool!"
"But, for now, he won't mind that much. Just remember that your daughter will have an aunt younger than she is."
I suddenly spasmed in fear and surprise, startled- "Does this mean we can only have girls?"
Denise answered this "No, it's just that we tend to prefer to have daughters since they carry on the abilities. Sons, sadly, will be normals, so we can't have warlocks any more. If we take no active measures, we can't have a boy. That's something that takes a choice and some effort, and then it's a crap-shoot with a 50-50 probability, just like with regular people."
I unclenched various muscles that had been tense and replied "OK, I can live with that..."
I suddenly felt so relaxed with an arm around Allen and a hand in Denises that I started to fade out...
I awakened again with a start. Someone was sucking on a nipple and I was feeling it up and down my body but especially in my crotch. Opening my eyes I saw Allen working on my left tit and then had to moan out my own excitement. This was weird, I was so turned on.
Another teenager popped in, obviously one of Alice's younger sisters, who started on the other tit. Between the two of them they got me positioned so my crotch was accessible...
...and I felt a mouth attach itself to my... cunt. I hadn't yet been the recipient of oral attention as a woman (or even as a man) so this put my mind on hold as this sensitive body just started it's cycle of multiple orgasms until I passed out.
I woke up cuddled up to Denise on Alice's bed and squeezed my mate, saying "Hon, perhaps we should get Alice/Allen back home? We also need to get back home too before it gets too late..."
Denise sounded groggy but got focused quickly, and agreed that we should try to get going. I'd apparently been dead to the world for half an hour.
As we were getting things put together it was obvious that almost everybody was fucked out- including Alice's little sisters (16, 14 and 12 years old) who were able to play with each other (the 12 year old, Toni, had been on my right tit and I was told that Kelli, the 16 year old, had provided my "ride"). We completed introductions, kissed them all good night and got ourselves under way.
We got Alice back in Allen's house before "his" curfew and proceeded back to Joan's.
Denise and I fucked again with the bonding spell and went directly to sleep. We woke up again as we had the day before, carried out the expected activities, and the day proceeded.
School didn't vary much: Kent didn't offer to let me sit next to him on the bus and I held back on the way home. At lunch both Alice and Allen seemed happy but subdued. Allen smiled a lot at me during Gym and we chatted while dressing after our showers. I was finally getting a lot better donning my bra.
Miss Pam Wilson, the history teacher, shot me suspicious glances now and then. I realized that a second double entendre would not be helpful given her level of paranoia.
The ride back on the bus was nice and quiet. I again got together with my "sisters" and then we worked on the laundry. I even got them oriented using their computer system and the networked servers.
I also took on the task of talking to "me" at work and we coordinated the termination of the old cable modem account at the apartment and getting the service ordered for the house.
We also arranged for Denise to leave the job early on Wednesday so that we could go to the County Clerk for a Marriage License.
I also started looking at jobs in the paper for my current body; I was looking for a small outfit that could use a "semi-trained squirrel" to run their network.
I heard some funny sounds from Bobbi and Billie's room; Curious, I quietly looked in on them and discovered, to my horror, that they'd found the porn videos on the server, and were busy watching the action (a blow job) intently as they masturbated. When the dick on the screen started spurting they were cumming along with the image.
I cleared my throat.
Both jumped to their feet and came over to me and hugged me, "Wow, that's great stuff!" "Yes!"
This wasn't the reaction I was expecting; Instead of any sign of guilt or blame, they seemed happy with me.
I sighed.
The clip was looping so the action had restarted when Joan came walking in and saw the display; Her jaw dropped, then she looked at the twins and then me.
There was no way I wasn't red with embarrassment. "Sorry, Joan, your daughters are way too talented at finding files that I'd've preferred to keep hidden. I'll need to delete them..."
Joan smiled, "Don't you dare! I want to see what you've got there..."
Not another one. I blushed again. She smiled some more. This got another sigh from me.
There wasn't much of a means to reply except to shrug and go "OK, but what of these two?"
"Dennis, how weird do your files get?"
"I think it's pretty vanilla, though there's some anal sex in there simply because it's mixed in; I never really found it all that exciting. I think my toilet training was too strict. You know, I think the lesbian stuff would be pretty tame considering what these two regularly do to me and each other."
Joan nodded and told me to show her as many of the videos I had on the server as I could before Denise could get in.
Denise was going to be late coming in; "He" was dealing with a multiple server meltdown at work, so I had time to show various clips to Joan and the girls. I spent a lot of time blushing, especially with some items that I forgot I had a copy of.
Joan told me that there was no reason to delete any of it; She agreed that it was tamer than what the girls were already into. "Give it a little while before showing Denise, though..."
It was got to almost 8PM when Denise called and asked her mother to drive me to her work; The bond was weakening and the skills she needed were fading.
We got there, I got in and Denise and I snuck into the ladies room to re-bond; Fortunately it didn't knock us on our butts, so I figured that adrenalin and anxiety was cushioning our crash. I joined Denise in the main area and sat back in an office chair and started to doze. I snapped awake again to the smell of hot pizza- Bob had brought in a pizza and he was surprised to see me. His expression turned sheepish as I snagged a slice and thanked him for the pie, while Denise was diving in to it too. I realized that Bob couldn't help remembering how he saw "me" naked. Between the pizza and cokes, we were pretty wired and I sat close to Denise as she did the work of re-configuring a server. Denise finally whispered to me to take a nap so she could stay awake- which seemed reasonable. It took nothing for me to fade out.
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Author: Jack C Lipton Title: Witch Part: 3/ Universe: magical Summary: Back to School, but do I have class? Keywords: ROM, MF, TG, FF, preg Revision: $Revision: 1.6 $ Archive: Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: Witch-03.x,v 1.6 2003/03/15 16:33:28 jcl Exp $