Well, it's been a long time coming and it's taken a lot of work, but here it finally is, Part Two of my first story, Dream Girl.

Unfortunately, the story is still not complete. At this point, I have no plans to complete the story either because I have stopped writing (I'll explain more at the end).

Otherwise, enjoy the story.  For those that can't quite remember, here is a brief reminder of the main characters in the story.

Tina: The woman that accidentally transformed him whilst trying to turn herself into Michael's dream girl. Michael saved Tina's life several months earlier.

Mary: A friend of Tina's family. She was running the show and clearly has authority within the witches.

Andrew: Tina's brother, whose life was also saved by Michael.

Sarah: Tina's mother, whose life was also saved by Michael.

Richard: A detective sergeant in the LAPD and a member of the witch community.

Some years later Michael uses his powers to save the life of a family. Unknown to him, the family is part of a group of witches. The daughter, Tina took a particular shine to Michael and she wants to thank him personally. The witches are completely unaware of Michael's telekinetic abilities.

When Michael takes a short trip to San Diego to visit Tina and the family, Tina decides to transform herself into Michael's sexual fantasy. Unfortunately, things don't go to plan. Instead of Tina being transformed, Michael is transformed into his own sexual fantasy (a blonde bombshell with a very blatant body).

He runs off in shock. There then follows a race against the clock to transform Michael back before the change becomes permanent. During this time, Michael experiences some of the highs (an orgasm) and lows (an attempted rape) of what it is like to be a woman.

Eventually the witches do catch up with Michael, but literally seconds before he is due to be turned back, the spell becomes permanent. The story ends with Michael being injected with some tranquilizer and falling asleep.

Michael started to wake up. "Damn, that was a weird dream," he thought. He had a strange dream that Tina was some sort of witch and that she transformed him into a buxom babe of a girl. He remembered that it wasn't too bad at first because he fingered himself to a female orgasm. Slowly the dream began to turn into more of a nightmare when he was almost gang raped. But worst of all, when the dream ended, he was stuck as a woman.

Michael could hear muffled voices, but he couldn't make them out clearly enough to recognize. He started to open his eyes. Just as his vision was coming into focus, he felt himself fall back into sleep.

The woman put the syringe back onto the side table. Mary walked up to the bed and looked at Michael's beautiful female form as he slipped back into a deep sleep. She softly stroked his head.

"How long will that keep her knocked out," Mary asked the woman standing nearby, referring to Michael as a "she".

"A few hours. How much longer do you want me to keep her like this? We can't keep her out permanently."

"Well, don't give her any more. We have a Council meeting shortly. At least then I'll have something to tell her when she wakes up."

The woman nodded. Mary then walked up to the only window in the large room. As she looked outside, she could see the sun beginning to rise above the trees in front of her, marking the start of what was going to be a long day. She took the opportunity to check that the window was fully locked and secure.

Internally, she felt that placing Michael in such a secure room was unnecessary as far as security arrangements went, but other Council members had insisted on such precautions. Satisfied with the window, she walked out of the room.

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The three men and five women were seated around a large oval oak table. Mary was just finishing her explanation to the group of people about the sequence of events that happened two days ago, which led to Michael being permanently transformed into a beautiful woman.

Two days previous, they had all battled stop Michael's transformation from becoming permanent, so he didn't have to live his whole life as a woman. They failed in that battle, but already, a new battle was emerging.

It was a few hours since Mary had been in Michael's room. The entire Council was convened. Judging by the usual speed of decisions from the Council, Mary knew that it was going to be long day.

"...So after I had convinced Michael to come back to us, I sent Richard to pick him up from the point where he had been almost raped. At the same time, Tina prepared the spell which would delay his magical protection kicking in."

Mary looked down, remembering the defeat of the entire situation, "But as we got Michael back into the house, his magical protection kicked in half an hour early. We think it came on early because of the situation. He probably felt threatened and we know that anxiety tends to bring on the final part of the transformation into a witch. Afterwards, he was in complete shock, so we gave him a tranquilizer and knocked him, or rather her out."

Mary finished her story, then looked around the table to try to judge the reaction. There was a slight pause before one of the women spoke, "Are you sure the magical protection has kicked in fully."

"Yes. Over the past day, we've tried all sorts of spells on her. Apart from the healing spells to heal the injuries she sustained from her attack, we couldn't get any spell past her defenses. There's nothing else we can try; she's Kithra now. We can't turn her back."

"How is... she now," asked the same person not sure whether to refer to Michael as he or she.

"Physically no problem. She has a perfect body. We've healed all her injuries. But mentally, well, who can say. She's been forcibly transformed into a woman. She was nearly gang raped and now she's stuck like that. I'm no analyst, but the psychological scars could run very deep."

"So where is she now," asked the same person.

"She's over at the mansion," interrupted another woman. "We have her locked up in one of the secure bedrooms."

A man interrupted, "Hang on. Those secure rooms are where we put enemy Kithra to stop them from casting any spells. Surely you don't think she'll be casting her own spells already. None of us were casting real spells for months after being transformed." The man's words brought a concerned look on some faces.

"No. I guess she probably won't ever be able to cast spells, period. But we put her in there because the rooms are very secure anyway and the circumstances involving her transformation were completely unique, so we're not taking any chances."

"I agree," replied a man. Mary recognized the voice as Hank's without even looking. If there was one thing she knew for certain, it was that she would have trouble from Hank. She just didn't know, at that stage, how much trouble Hank would cause.

"We shouldn't take any chances," Hank continued. "You all know our rules. No outsider must be allowed access to magic at any cost. We should follow them to the letter. She should be..." he paused, looked around the table, then completed his sentence, "executed"

The was a prolonged silence before Mary spoke out, "Hank. Even you're not that cruel. How can you even suggest that." Mary acted shocked, but she knew from the moment Michael was exposed to the full Transformation spell that it could always be a distant possibility. They all tried to put it out of their minds at the time and concentrate on getting Michael turned back, but now, they were faced with the hard cold realities.

"It's been done before. Even in our lifetimes," Hank replied.

"Yes. When people try to take our magic secrets from us. But Michael never asked for this. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He's not to blame," Mary said, stating her case early.

"It doesn't matter," Hank retorted. "This is our most basic law, laid down by our ancestors. After the sacrifice they made for us, the least we can do is follow their first rule, that normals can NEVER be allowed access to magic," he paused before speaking again in a sterner voice, "regardless of the cost."

Again, there was silence so Hank continued, "Look, I don't like it any more than you, but we don't have much of a choice. I'm only speaking out because no one else has the balls to. It's written clearly. No normal can have access to magic."

"But he isn't a normal anymore," Mary stated.

"No, but he was. He doesn't know our ways. He hasn't followed our teachings from birth. To allow him access to magic could destroy us. We can't take that chance."

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Michael slowly began to wake up again. He had an itch on his face just underneath one of his eyes, so brought his hand up to scratch it when his nail poked into his eyelid.

"Ow," he thought. He didn't realize that his nails were that long.

In an instant, the memory of his dream flooded back to him. He opened his eyes with a shot and sat bolt upright in bed. One look down at his hands and his prominent chest confirmed his worst fears. He grabbed the large mounds on his chest, took a gasp of breath, gave the faintest of cries, then flopped back down onto the bed.

Over the next few minutes, Michael remained perfectly still as all his bodily sensations returned to him. Each new sensation only served to confirm his worst fears. "It wasn't a dream," he thought. "It was all real. I'm a fucking woman."

He looked down at himself, no herself again. As if it wasn't bad enough that she was now a woman, Michael could see that she was wearing a pink satin nightgown. She felt her emotions build up as the urge to cry swept through her. She fought back the tears as hard as she could. She did more crying yesterday than she had in the past few years.

After a few minutes, she looked around the room trying to work out where she was. It was a lavish bedroom about thirty feet squared and she was in a large luxurious bed. Feeling the need to find out where she was, Michael pushed the bed covers aside and jumped out of bed. As she tried to take a few steps forward, the room started spinning, due to the combined effect of the drugs and her new balance. She had to reach out to one of the bedposts, before she fell over.

Michael remained there, clutching the bedpost for several minutes as she attempted to regain her co-ordination. Eventually, the dizziness subsided slightly and she felt the confidence to let go of the bedpost. Carefully, she released one hand, then the other. When she was satisfied that she could stand, she slowly walked over to the only window in the room, having to look down and literally put one foot in front of the other to avoid falling over.

When Michael reached the window, she looked outside. There were no other buildings in sight and just some trees about forty feet in front of her. She guessed that she was in the grounds of a mansion. Michael also assumed from the height that she was roughly on the third floor, maybe the second if the ceilings on the floor below were high.

As she looked out, she noted that it was an overcast day, probably around midday. Michael could also feel that the general temperature was cooler than before and it was obvious that she was nowhere near San Diego anymore. The window had a lock on it, and was tightly shut. Michael knew in that moment, that the room, however lavish, was little more than a comfortable prison.

She tried to sense her telekinetic powers, but they didn't seem to be working, which wasn't too unusual. Her powers were never that strong in the morning. Michael had long guessed that the part of her brain that enabled her to move objects with her mind, required extra time to wake up. She knew that it would be at least an hour before Michael could use them to any real degree, just like yesterday.

Michael felt a pressure in her bladder and she knew that she had to go to the bathroom. As she looked around, she saw what appeared to be a private bathroom set aside. Her co-ordination had now returned to an acceptable level, so she walked inside the bathroom and turned on the light. Again, the room had lavish fittings. Michael thought that in many ways she would have preferred a dirty concrete cell. At least that would have been honest accommodations.

She pulled up her nightdress and quickly relieved herself on the toilet. She shook her head slowly in realization of her situation as she was forced to wipe herself. As she stood up, she was ready to flush the toilet when she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Pausing slightly, she carefully walked over to it.

She looked straight into the bathroom mirror and stared for about a minute. Although she saw the same reflection as she did yesterday, it was slightly different now. The expression was more saddened and her long hair was in a mess all tangled up behind her. She still couldn't believe the beautiful creature staring back was really her.

Her mind started to fill with the events of yesterday. She could feel a rage building inside her. All she could think about was Richard's words to her when he said that they couldn't turn her back and that she was now stuck like that. Her mind was yelling that she couldn't spend the rest of her life like this, she just couldn't. There had to be something she could do.

The rage within Michael built further as she clenched her fists. Her long nails dug into her palms, causing her pain, but the pain was dulled by her rising anger. Something clicked inside her as her telekinetic powers awakened. Had she been in a calm mood, she would have noticed that it was very unusual so early after waking up, but in her enraged state, it was just an outlet for her anger. She concentrated hard, focusing her power. Soon, the bathroom mirror shattered into a hundred pieces as she gave out a loud roar.

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Mary was talking to Andrew and Sarah in a large hallway. She had been hoping for something better, but the initial meeting with the Council had gone pretty much as she had expected. They had adjourned for lunch, and because their historical meeting place was only a short distance from the mansion, Mary had taken the opportunity to check up on Michael.

"How's Tina?" Mary asked Sarah.

"Okay. She's still taking it hard. We've kept her busy this past day, but what she really needs is some good news about Michael."

"I'm doing the best I can, just like I said I would. But you know how strict our rules are. We're convening again shortly after lunch. I just popped over here to see how things are."

Mary could fully understand what Tina was going through. Tina had known, from the very beginning about the problems that would be faced if Michael's transformation had become permanent, and although the threat of harm to Michael was remote, Mary could see that even the slightest possibility of Michael being harmed, terrified Tina and her whole family.

However, Mary wasn't going to let Hank have his way. She had known at the start of the day that Hank would cause trouble. His views were among the most extreme within their group and although he did have his supporters, they were few in number.

But Mary also fully realized that allowing Michael to be released wasn't going to be a formality. Hank was completely correct when he quoted the groups' rules. They were very specific in saying that no normal could ever be allowed access to magic. However, Mary was sure that the majority of their group were decent people. They wouldn't allow any harm to come to Michael as long as Mary played the situation right.

As Mary was about to say something more, their conversation was broken a piercing scream that rang throughout the whole mansion. The scream was definitely that of a woman although it was more of an attempt at a roar than a scream.

"Michael," Mary and Sarah said together.

They all ran up the stairs to the room where they knew Michael was being kept. Outside the room, Mary could see a woman looking through a small peephole in the door. They could hear crashing sounds emanating from inside the room.

"She's smashing the room up," the woman yelled as she saw Mary approaching.

Three more people arrived quickly, two men and a woman.

"Get some tranquilizer," Mary yelled to the woman at the door.

The woman ran to a small table beside the door, injected a needle into a small bottle and started drawing liquid into the syringe.

"Quickly," Mary called just as Michael started kicking the door with her foot. With the extra boost from her telekinetic powers, she was making the door shake on its hinges surprising everyone outside the room.

Mary saw that the woman had finished preparing the syringe. "Right. You three hold her down," she said to the men, before turning to the woman, "While you inject her." All nodded.

They could tell that Michael had stopped smashing against the door, but they could hear a new smashing sound inside the room. Not wishing to waste any time, Mary opened the door as Andrew and the other two men rushed inside.

As soon as the door opened, they saw that Michael was smashing a chair against the window, attempting to break it, but fortunately for them, the glass was very strong and had not yielded and the only thing being broken was the antique chair.

Michael however, was in a state of complete rage. After breaking the mirror with her powers, she had attempted to break out of the room. However, she quickly discovered that her powers were not strong enough to break out. Something was wrong.

As she saw the three men rushing towards her, she instantly tried to knock them down with her powers, but again something wasn't right. She couldn't project her power like she usually could. It had taken a full minute of sustained concentration to break the bathroom mirror. Somehow, she couldn't lash out at her attackers with her powers.

However, she instantly realized that she could still use her powers to increase her strength, so acting on instinct, she rushed forward towards the first man, her hands outstretched and grabbed him by the throat, catching him completely off guard.

Michael had one hand on his throat and the other on his face as she pushed him back against the wall.

Andrew and the other man grabbed Michael's arms and pulled them away from the shocked mans face, but not before Michael's long nails dug very deep into his face, scratching him.

Andrew and the other man tried to wrestle Michael down onto the bed, but they were completely unprepared for the fight she was going to give them. Remembering the tactics she used yesterday, she kicked Andrew in the groin, winding him slightly. She couldn't seem to project the force like she did yesterday so her kick did not cause as much damage as she had intended, but it was enough to make Andrew let go. At the same time, she was able to free herself from the other man's grip.

Now that she was temporarily freed, Michael made a run for the door. She could see Mary, Sarah and two other women in the doorway, but she easily knocked them aside, gaining freedom from her prison cell.

Michael ran down the hallway as fast as she could, which wasn't as fast as she would have liked due to the fact that she was wearing a full nightgown, which serve to hinder her every step. As she turned a corner, she saw someone open a door and run out into the hallway. Michael summoned all her strength and prepared to knock the person over. She didn't care who she had to go past in order to be free.

But as she closed in on the person, she stopped suddenly. She recognized her. It was Tina.

"Michael," Tina called out as the recognized the beautiful female image that she had transformed Michael into.

Michael was frozen. She searched her feelings. Standing right in front of her, was the person responsible for transforming her into a woman. An angry part of her told her that she should knock Tina's head off where she stands. But she couldn't. After all that had transpired, she couldn't bring herself to hurt Tina.

As Michael stood there, temporarily frozen, she was grabbed from behind and pulled over.  As she fell, her body twisted so she landed face first on the floor. The man who had grabbed her then sat down on top of her pinning her down as Tina screamed, "Let him go, you're hurting him."

The man pushed Michael down but she tried to push herself back up with the aid of her powers. Amazingly, she found that her powers were now working fully again, so she started to push up even with the guy on top of her, much to the man's amazement. She was about to reach out with her powers and throw the guy off, when Andrew, now recovered from Michael's blow, crouched down and pulled Michael's arms out from under her causing Michael to fall back down again, this time with her head twisted to the side.

"Fucking hurry up," Andrew shouted to the woman with the syringe as he twisted Michael's arm behind him while the other man pressed his knee down on Michael's back.

The woman rushed up, squeezed past and injected the needle into Michael's arm depositing the tranquilizer in her bloodstream. Michael never even felt the needle enter her body because of the intense pain of being held in that position. Tina then tried to intervene, to somehow help Michael, but Andrew held her away, while at the same time, lending assistance to the man on top of Michael.

At that point, the man whose face had been scratched was also back to help. The three men then held Michael down using any means they could until the tranquilizer began to work. It wasn't long before Michael stopped struggling, but they continued to hold her for over a minute, until they were finally convinced Michael was truly unconscious.

As they slowly released Michael, Mary and Sarah walked up. Mary knelt down to Michael, while Sarah walked up to her crying daughter and embraced her. Tina was incoherent in her crying. Sarah carefully led her back into her room.

Mary, now satisfied that Michael was fully unconscious, walked up to the man whose face had been scratched. He was softly putting his hand to the scratches assessing the damage to his face and pride. Mary could see the cuts were fairly deep.

"Well, I see she's already learned how to use her claws," Mary remarked as she examined the scratches on his face. She concentrated hard and used her magic to heal over the cuts, although she didn't finish the task completely, because she had other things to worry about. "Go and get that seen to," she said. The man soon walked away.

Andrew and the other man carefully carried Michael back to her room and placed her on the bed. Sarah and Mary joined them.

"Damn, she was strong," Andrew said still regaining his breath. "Now we know how she beat up those rapists. I don't think I've seen someone so strong with such a figure. She doesn't seem to have the physique for it. I thought she was turned into her own sexual fantasy."

"She was. I suppose that must have been what Michael's fantasy was. A super strong babe," Mary said as she checked Michael for any signs of injury. She would have some bruises from the short struggle, but those could be quickly attended to, although it would mean removing her from the room temporarily.

"Weird fantasy," the other man said, equally surprised that Michael had put up such a strong fight.

"Well, it's not as if it's her conscious fantasy. It's probably just buried deep in her subconscious," Mary said. She then walked up to the man and said, "Take her into the hallway and heal the bruises on her. Then I want you to restrain her. I don't want her smashing the room up again when she wakes up." The man nodded.

Mary played it down, but she was worried about what she had seen. Michael seemed far too strong for a woman with her figure. Mary had seen some strong women before, but never when the woman had a body designed for sex. Initially, she wondered if Michael's strength had been somehow magically enhanced, but she couldn't see how for two reasons. Firstly, Michael would not be able to cast any spells for some time and secondly, even if she could cast spells, her room was designed to hold even the most powerful of Kithra. No spells could be cast in that room.

She concluded that the only explanation was that Michael's transformation left her with abnormal natural strength, despite her soft appearance. She sighed as she realized that she would have to increase security arrangements.

As Andrew picked up Michael and carried her into the hallway so their magic could work on her bruises, Mary looked around as she surveyed the devastation in the room. The damage wasn't as bad as it first appeared. It looked as if Michael had just thrown things around. Mary walked over to the window and examined it. Michael had clearly attempted to break it to escape, but it the glass was super-toughened.

Then Mary walked into the bathroom and saw the broken mirror there. Mary guessed that Michael probably woke up and freaked out when she saw her reflection in the mirror. However, she noted that Michael hadn't broken either of the mirrors in the main bedroom though.

Mary also wondered how Michael had broken the bathroom mirror because there didn't seem to be any displaced objects in the bathroom. She was about to cast a Vision spell to find out, but she remembered that it was impossible, not only because of the room, but also because Michael was now Kithra and would be immune. Vision spells could only be cast on an area if a normal person was in the room at the same time, to leave a psychic record of what happened.

She cursed herself for not approving the plans for installation of video cameras in the secure rooms. It was synonymous of their group, preferring not to use technology unless absolutely necessary.

However, lacking a definite record of what happened, Mary made the assumption that Michael probably smashed the bathroom mirror with an object in the main bedroom. She wasn't bleeding anywhere, so she couldn't have used her hands.

Anyway, she concluded that it seemed such an irrelevant point to worry about, so satisfied, she walked back into the main room. As she did, she saw that Andrew was carefully laying Michael back down on the bed, after having been healed in the hallway. Mary saw that Andrew took a long lingering look at Michael to admire her natural beauty.

"Okay, that's fine. The girls can finish off," Mary interrupted. She knew that she had to get the guys out of the room as quickly as possible before Michael's chemical attractions got a full hold.

As the two men filed out, Mary followed and said to the two women, "Clear all this up and make sure she's restrained. I'm going back to the Council meeting. Let me know the instant she wakes up again."

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Chapter Seven
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Mary was back at the Council meeting. News of what happened had already been reported back and certain sections were already playing it to their advantage.

"Quite an incident then," Hank said.

"She woke up early and she smashed up her room, that's all," Mary replied nonchalantly, hoping to play it down.

"That's all," Hank replied, clearly trying to play it up. "It looks like we have a violent person here. If you ask me, that's even more reason for us to apply the rules strictly. The last thing we need is a violent witch."

"She's not violent," Mary retorted.

"Really. I understand she put three people in hospital back in California."

Mary was getting annoyed at Hank. She knew Hank had no care for Michael and she couldn't completely blame him for that, but she was getting increasingly angry that he was continuing to try to twist the facts to his angle. Mary knew that Hank was fully aware of that incident.

"Yes," Mary replied, looking straight at Hank with a piercing stare. "They dragged her into an alleyway, ripped off her clothes and then tried to rape her. What was she supposed to do. Call Triple-A."

Hank and Mary locked their eyes at each other for a brief few seconds before Hank eventually shrugged in concession realizing that he had lost, at least on that point. He knew he should save his arguments for when he had a better chance of winning.

"One question Mary?" the leader asked. "Why do we only have two women guarding her. If she is into martial arts, then surely they would be no match for her now."

Mary paused slightly, before saying, "Well, there's a problem there." Mary saw Hank roll his eyes. "When Michael was transformed, Tina included some enhancements to what would have been her own body. The first was to make the new body horny. As a result, Michael will find it difficult to keep her hands out of her panties for the next week or so. Actually, that might make it easier for her to accept her new body.

"Anyway, the other enhancement was to make her new body chemically irresistible by including pheromones. That's why she was nearly raped. Those guys couldn't help themselves. They simply had to fuck her. The two women guarding her are purely straight. They'll be immune to her pheromones."

"But hang on just a minute," Hank interrupted. "Her room is supposed to be a magic-less environment. Besides, we should all be immune to her magic." He deliberately used the words 'her magic' to invoke a little more fear.

"But it's not magic," Mary retorted. "At least, not any more. These pheromones were caused by magic, but when the spell became permanent, they became purely biological. The enhancements are not permanent, but it may take some days or even weeks for them to drop. They've already dropped off a bit, but until they go completely, it will have to be straight women that guard her."

The leader interrupted, "So you're saying that none of us guys can get near her, without wanting to... screw her?"

"It's not that bad," Mary said. "We could develop a spell to provide us with specific protection against them, but I don't see the point, since they'll soon be down to a manageable level. In the meantime, I'll get Tina's mother, Sarah to guard her as well. I've held back from doing that because of her emotional attachment to the situation, but she is a straight woman and I think three are better than two."

Hank was about to speak, but the leader interrupted, "Fine. Lets move on. Now what about Tina, how is she coping."

"Well, understandably upset. When we decide what to do with Michael, we should also think about Tina. If we end up hurting Michael, we might as well do the same to Tina. She's devastated over this. Michael saved her life and now Tina has ruined his. If any... harm comes to Michael, it could... kill Tina."

Mary knew she wasn't exaggerating on that matter. Tina was very distraught and Mary feared just as much for Tina's safety as Michael's. However, she thought that playing that card might help. It was a sad fact of their society that the life of a Kithra counted more than the life of a normal.

"I hate to seem callous," Hank said and Mary detected just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But Tina only has herself to blame over this. She should have never cast the full Transformation spell on Michael. Had she used the reduced one for use on normals, Michael would not have become Kithra, he would not have gained magical protection and we would have been able to turn him back…I feel sorry for Tina, but she is at fault."

"Well, we've had a chance to look at that," Mary said. "You have to remember that Tina was transforming herself, so she had to use the full version of the spell. Also, she didn't actually cast the transforming part of the spell on Michael, just the part that seeks out a person's ideal form."

"Yes, but she shouldn't have tried to adapt the full version of the spell", Hank retorted. "You all know that we have a special version of the spell, designed specifically for transforming oneself into another person's dream lover. I use it regularly."

"Well, YOU might use it regularly," Mary said. "But Tina never has. This was the first time she'd tried something like this and she didn't have her spell book with her." Mary neglected to mention the fact that Tina's book was at her house at the time.

There was a slight pause, so Mary took the opportunity, "Oh. Come on; don't tell me you've never done the same. I'm sure we've all be out somewhere, seen someone good looking and wanted to turn yourself into their fantasy. And I'm prepared to bet, when you can't remember the reduced version, you've used the full version."

Mary looked around the table and most of them shifted in their seats slightly, including Hank.

"Of course you have. We've all done it at one time or another because it never does any harm... only this time it did."

"That raises an interesting point," interrupted the leader. "How did this get screwed up so badly?"

Mary just shrugged, "We don't know. We've checked it over. Tina didn't do anything wrong in the execution of the spell, so it must be something to do with Michael. Had Michael been re-transformed we could have done some discreet experiments to find out, but now we can't cast any spells against her. I've asked my investigator, Richard to check into it. He's in New Jersey right now"

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For the third time, Michael found herself regaining consciousness. Only this time she knew exactly what she was. She opened her eyes slowly and just stared at the ceiling for a minute.

Then she turned her head slightly and saw a woman sitting in a chair beside her bed reading a book. The woman quickly noticed that Michael was now conscious again.

"Oh. You're awake. Feeling better?" she said with a faint smile.

At first, Michael was going to snap back at her, but she just nodded in defeat.

Michael tried to move her arms to examine herself, but her arms wouldn't move. She looked up and saw that both her arms were handcuffed together round a bedpost.

"Hey. Why the fuck am I handcuffed," Michael yelled, still surprised at her own high pitched sexy female voice.  She kept tugging furiously at the handcuffs causing her breasts to bounce around on her chest. Her telekinetic powers were gone, so she felt completely helpless.

"To make sure you didn't hurt yourself again," the woman said as she got up from her chair. She mentally added the words, "and me as well."

She walked over to Michael. Michael at first tried to pull away, but she knew there was little she could do. She was completely at the woman's mercy.

"It's okay," she said holding her hands up reassuring Michael as she saw the terror in her eyes. Her fear of Michael eased a little. She could now see that Michael was just scared and frightened.

The woman placed her hand on Michael's forehead, feeling her general temperature. She walked into the bathroom and returned with a glass containing a liquid which Michael assumed to be water. She held it up to Michael's mouth but she refused to open her mouth.

"Come on. It's only water. You must be really thirsty."

Michael was very thirsty so she quickly relented and opened her mouth taking a large gulp of the water, with some of it spilling down her neck.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she said to the woman as soon as he could.

"We're trying to help you." she replied. She knew Michael probably wouldn't understand that.

"Help me. Then let me go. Mary said I could go free yesterday. Why I being held here?" Michael demanded, giving another tug on her handcuffs.

"Well, she didn't say anything to you yesterday," the woman replied. "It was the day before. We kept you asleep all yesterday. I'll tell Mary you've woken up. I'm sure she will explain everything to you," the woman said as she walked to the door and banged on it.

"It's me. Open the door," she called out.

Michael heard the door being unlocked before it was opened. The woman walked through, before the door was closed and locked again, leaving Michael all alone once more.

Michael was left to contemplate her thoughts. She tried to consider the facts, but she could only come to one brief conclusion...that Mary had lied to her.

She thought that they never intended to turn her back. She could only grimace at the thought of what they were going to do with her now. She still couldn't shake the fact that she was going to be sold as some sort of sex slave. Whenever she looked at her new form, sex was about the only thing that sprang to mind.

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Back at the Council meeting, it was now late afternoon. The tone of the meeting had changed slightly.

"So, how well did we keep it down in California," the leader asked. "Do the other groups know about this. If they do, it throws a completely different light on it. We may not be able to protect her even if we want to."

"Well, I think we managed to keep a lid on it," Mary replied. "No-one outside our group knows for sure what happened, but I'll bet that rumors are flying around. I don't think we'll have too much trouble from the Kestrels. It's the Hawks I'm more worried about."

"What about the Ravens," someone interrupted. "If they knew she even existed, they'd be outside the door demanding her head on a platter... and knowing the Ravens I mean that literally."

"Yeah, but the Ravens are mostly holed up in Vegas. The West Coast is my patch and it's my job to know exactly what's going on. To my knowledge there are no Ravens living in California, unlike the Hawks which have quite a showing."

The leader paused and then looked to another woman, "If knowledge of this got out. How would we stand? Could we petition to make her an exception to the rules, based on the circumstances."

The woman thought for a moment, "The Ravens would definitely go against us. I think the Eagles would be okay, but I'm not sure about the Hawks and the Kestrels. It would be a close call and I wouldn't want to bet someone's life on it, which is what we would effectively be doing."

The opening of door interrupted the meeting. Everyone looked around to see a woman approaching the table.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt," the woman said nervously. Interrupting a Council meeting was a serious matter. "But Mary wanted to know as soon as Michael woke up again. I've had a call from the mansion and she just did."

Mary looked at the leader and said, "I really should go and talk to her right now."

The leader nodded his head. "I agree. But take another Council member as well," he said as he looked around, his facial expression asking for volunteers.

"I'll go," Hank spoke out. Mary's initial thought was, "anyone but Hank, anyone..."

"Okay," the leader said, before turning to Mary and instructing, "Don't tell her any more than you have to. Explain to her what's happened, but don't let her know what she is, right," Mary nodded. "Okay, we'll adjourn until they get back. Oh, Mary. Bring Tina back as well. I think we need to hear from her now."

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Michael was still lying in bed with her arms handcuffed round the bedpost. She had constantly tried to shift and shuffle her position to make herself more comfortable.

At first, she struggled to remember what had happened yesterday, now that she had been informed that her transformation took place two days ago. Parts of it had come back to her. She could remember voices and being moved around, but she had been far too drugged to make any sense of it. All she knew was that she was somewhere else, probably hundreds of miles from San Diego.

Strangely enough, she started to feel her telekinetic powers slowly wake up. "Huh, that's unusual," she thought. Her powers often took a while longer to wake up. It only then occurred to her that her telekinetic powers also woke up early last time. She had broken the bathroom mirror with her powers.

But something felt odd. Although her powers were working, there was something different. She seemed to have a very hard time projecting her powers across the room.

This had never been much of a problem for her. Basically, her powers were line of sight. As long as she could focus them properly, there seemed to be hardly any limit on distance.

Michael carefully remembered back. She recalled that it had taken all her power just to break the bathroom mirror. When she was male, she could have easily broken the mirror. Afterwards, she had tried to break the bedroom window with her powers to escape, but the glass was simply too tough for her.

Also, when she had been fighting with Andrew and those two other guys, she found that although she couldn't use her powers to lash out directly at her attackers, she could use them to increase her general strength. It was as if there was some sort of barrier that prevented her from projecting her powers.

But the really weird thing was that when she was briefly outside the room, it didn't seem to be a problem. The apparent barrier only seemed to exist in the bedroom.

Michael wondered if her transformation had something to do with her powers being different. Her powers seemed to work fairly normally two days ago when female, but it also occurred to her that her transformation wasn't permanent then.

Michael tugged at the handcuffs, then a thought crossed her mind. She slowly reached over with one hand to the opposite lock. She placed one of her fingers over the keyhole to try to open the handcuff with her powers. As she did this and she saw her new slender fingers with the long pointed nails, she was again reminded of her predicament.

She reached out with her mind to open the lock. She discovered long ago, that if a part of her body was close enough to the target, then she didn't need line of sight to use her powers. She focussed on the lock, but the barrier was weird. She had to really concentrate hard, but after a few seconds, she released the ring of steel around her right arm.

She felt a brief emotion of elation, which soon settled down into a suspicious feeling. She carefully looked around the room for any cameras or things like that. It only just occurred to her that maybe they were watching her so she pushed the handcuff back tight again. At least she now knew that she could escape whenever she wanted to. Just the mere fact that she knew she could escape reassured her immensely. It helped to dampen the feelings of enclosure.

Her curiosity then started to get aroused. "What the hell is going on?" she thought. What did actually happened two days ago? What is she now?  Is she really stuck like this for life?  All these questions bounced around in her mind. But one burning question began to rise to the surface. Do these people know about her telekinetic powers?

Michael had always kept her powers a secret for several reasons. Firstly, she wanted to make sure she was never treated like a freak. But secondly, she knew that powers like hers could be very dangerous in the wrong hands. She thought that maybe what happened to her could be duplicated and anyone could conceivably be trained to have telekinetic powers. After much soul searching, she concluded that what happened to her was an accident and that mankind was not yet ready for such a responsibility.

But clearly, such powers already existed. She had no idea who these people were, but their powers seemed incredible. She was always amazed and in awe of her own power, but hers paled in comparison to theirs.

But if these people were aware of her powers, then they wouldn't have simply handcuffed her to the bed. They would have done something more drastic as well, like blindfolding her and using proper hand restraints. This would have made it much harder for her to focus her power.

Michael wondered if she had given away her secret during her fight with them. She struggled to remember the details but it all happened so damn fast. That barrier seemed to stop her from lashing out directly with her mind in the bedroom. In a way, that was fortunate for them because in the rage that she was in, she could have easily broken their necks in an instant. Once she was in the hallway and her powers were in full force, she was about to use her power to lash out, but she was in too much pain to concentrate after Andrew pulled her arms away and the guy fell on top of her.

Michael also noted just how much of a rage she had been in. She had always suffered from mild claustrophobia, although it had never caused such rage before. Somehow, the feeling of being stuck in a female body combined with the feeling of imprisonment had tipped her over the edge. She felt she simply had to escape. When she initially discovered that her powers didn't seem to work properly, this only served to increase her enclosed feeling and make her claustrophobia worse.

Michael then thought that if these people didn't know about her power, should she tell them? A part of her said that she should reveal her power to these people, but an even larger part wanted to maintain an advantage. She hated the feelings of helplessness and if she told them about her powers, they could be easily negated. She decided that she would keep them secret until she had further information. So far, they hadn't told her a thing, so she saw no reason why she should volunteer information to them.

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Sarah was waiting in one of the side rooms of the mansion. She had spent the past few hours consoling her daughter. It was bad enough what happened, but for Tina, the sight of Michael being chased down the hall, pulled to the floor and sedated, sent her daughter hysterical again.

Sarah tried to understand what Tina was going through. Tina had always been a strong person, but all her mental stability had crumbled under the strain of the past few days. She genuinely feared for her daughter, physically and mentally state.

Sarah also realized just how bad the timing had been when Michael escaped. Of all people, Tina had been the one to effectively stop Michael. Although it would have made little difference because the mansion was so remote, she knew that it might make it so much harder for either of them to accept.

As she was thinking, Sarah noticed that both Hank and Mary had arrived at the mansion.  She rushed to greet them.

"Mary. I hear Michael's woken up again," she said.

"Yes. We're going up to see her right now. In fact, I want you to come with me. A friendly face might help to calm her down."

Sarah smiled, happy that she would be allowed to see Michael again. The three started walking up the stairs to Michael's room, "Also, we're going to take Tina back with us to the Council meeting."

Sarah stopped. "What for?" she asked Mary.

"Don't worry. The Council just wants to ask her some basic questions. It's nothing to worry about," Mary re-assured; although she wished she could have re-assured herself over that same point.

Sarah's worry now turned from Michael to her daughter. Sarah knew that Tina would have to face the music over her actions and her punishment could be quite severe. But she didn't think it would be so quick.

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