Chapter Eight
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Michael was studying the room she was in. Again, she noticed it was very luxurious. Michael saw that amongst the other items of furniture, was a full-length mirror and a dresser. However, both now had pieces of cloth draped over them, covering up the mirrors. Michael guessed that they didn't want her to freak out and break any more mirrors.
After studying the room for the fourth time, her attention was eventually drawn to herself again. She was in bed, with the covers over her and her hands handcuffs round a bedpost. However, she could move her head slightly, so she looked down at her new body. As she stared at her chest and saw the two large protrusions, she still couldn't resolve the fact that she was now a woman.
She thought back, this time in more detail, to what happened two days ago. She remembered standing naked in front of a mirror. "Boy, was I cute," she thought. She also remembered how weird it felt when she fingered herself. Afterwards, she remembered how she thought that she might never get another chance to find out what it felt like. She now knew that she would probably get every chance.
As she looked down again, she could feel her nipples hardening at that thought. Her nipples were long and thick and, just like her old cock, they betrayed her inner feelings.
Michael tried to shift her position to try to relieve some of those feelings. Her hands were still handcuffed around the bedpost. For a brief moment, she considered releasing herself from the handcuffs so that she could provide some relief to those feelings. She instantly shook herself as reminded herself that her first priority should be finding out exactly what had happened to her, not sexual pleasure.
However, she was quickly reminded of the fact that two days ago, when in her hotel room, masturbating had proved more important than getting back. In fact, after she started playing with herself, she found it impossible to stop until it was over. Michel was beginning to wonder if the transformation was more than just physical. Was she mentally turning into a sex-starved bimbo? Her whole body shivered at that mere thought
As Michael's patience was quickly wearing away, she heard the door unlock. When the door opened, she saw Mary, Sarah and a man who she had never seen before enter the room. Michael flushed with anger. Mary was the person who had promised that she would be released and had then subsequently ordered for her to be sedated. Michael's mind considered her to be the enemy.
But before anything was said, the very first thing that Michael noticed was how young both Mary and Sarah looked. Two days ago, they both had the appearance of being around thirty-five, but now, none of them looked to be older than twenty-five at most. In fact it just occurred to Michael, that everyone she had seen so far, was in their twenties.
"Hello there," Mary said to Michael, smiling slightly. "Are you feeling better now."
Michael just nodded, not wanting to upset the situation. She felt so vulnerable.
"This is Hank," Mary said motioning to Hank. "We just want to ask you a few questions. Also, I bet you want to know what has happened to you.
"Oh no. I'd prefer to know how my stocks are doing right now," Michael replied with obvious sarcasm, which Mary found to be understandable given the circumstances.
Mary sat down beside the bed. "Well, you've been turned into a woman," Mary started but Michael cut her off.
"No shit," she interrupted. "And I thought these things were fake," she said with even more sarcasm nodding down to her new breasts. She tried to hold back, but her anger and bitterness at how she'd been treated prevented her.
Mary paused briefly. She could understand why Michael was being so sarcastic. After all, she had no other defense. But she wished Michael would back off a little, at least while Hank was there. Then she remembered the tactics she used two days ago to bring her round.
"Michael. You're not helping. Do you want me to tell you what's happened or not. I can always come back tomorrow," as she got up to leave.
Michael didn't want to concede to Mary, but after all the time waiting, she was just dying to know what was going on. She couldn't wait another day to find out.
"Okay. I'll listen," she conceded. "But can't you release these handcuffs. It's so uncomfortable like this," she said in a slightly pleading tone. Everyone in the room could see how uncomfortable it was for Michael. It wasn't only the physical discomfort, but also the fact the she was forced to lie down in such a demeaning position while they talked to her.
"Release her," Mary said to Sarah throwing her the keys.
"Actually I'd prefer it if she was kept locked up," Hank interrupted. Mary glared at Hank making no secret of her contempt for his policy.
"Well, what about releasing one hand," Sarah suggested. "That would be much more comfortable." Hank eventually gave a conceding shrug.
Sarah used the keys to free Michael's left wrist and immediately handcuffed that part round the bedpost again. She then helped Michael to sit up in bed slightly before she took a seat beside the bed and held her left hand in hers tightly.
"Thanks," Michael said, feeling much more comfortable. As well as being physically more comfortable, she also felt emotionally better because she was able to sit up and face Mary and Hank.
Mary sat down on the other side of the bed. "Right. Let's continue. Physically you're now a woman. The changes in you are one hundred percent complete. Every cell, organ and chromosome in your body is now female. You will have periods and you can even get pregnant. Over the next few weeks, even your DNA will rewrite itself to your new appearance."
"Am I stuck like this now... forever," Michael asked. Although she wanted to know everything that had happened, that was the one question she wanted answering first.
Mary paused, not quite sure of the best way to answer the question. Although becoming a man again was possible, it was unlikely. So, Mary decided that a firm answer might prove the best for Michael to accept. "I'm afraid so," she replied.
Mary's answer was not what Michael wanted to hear. She clenched her fists tightly and scrunched her eyes up as an intense urge to burst out crying swept through her. She fought the urge with all her willpower. She felt helpless enough as it was, but she felt that she couldn't allow herself to start crying in front of these people
"Why," Michael pleaded after she had regained some composure, although her voice wavered a little. "Why am I a... girl." Now that she had been told of her fate, she now wanted to know exactly why she was cursed to live her whole life as a female and who was truly responsible.
Mary took a deep breath; "Two days ago, Tina wanted to... thank you for saving her life. So she wanted to turn herself into your ideal sexual fantasy. Unfortunately, something went wrong. We still have no idea how it went so badly wrong and well... you were transformed instead."
"But why," Michael repeated.
"Like I said, she wanted to thank you for saving her life," Mary said, slightly annoyed that she had to repeat herself.
"No. Why transform herself. I would have happily made love to her as Tina instead of... this."
Mary paused again. She didn't think Michael could handle being told that Tina wanted to get pregnant by Michael. "It's complicated. We will explain everything in time."
Michael felt that she hadn't been given a satisfactory answer but she also guessed that Mary was not going to elaborate. Her attention was now turned towards whom these people were. "Mary, Who are you? I mean, what are you people?" Michael asked. She wanted to find out exactly whom she was dealing with.
Mary paused for a second. She had been ordered not to reveal anything to Michael, but she could tell that Michael was very frustrated, so she decided she would tell her just a little to ease her mind. Ultimately, she would only tell Michael what she could probably work out herself anyway.
"I can't tell you everything, but to put it simply, we are witches. We call ourselves the Kithra. Our group has existed for a long time and we try to stay out of human affairs."
"What can you do?" Michael asked.
Mary knew for a fact she couldn't tell her that so she brushed the question aside, "Quite a few things. But one thing we can't do is turn you back."
Michael wanted to snap at Mary for refusing to answer her question again, but instead she just conceded the fact that Mary wasn't going to tell her what she wanted to know.
Michael stared blankly ahead for a minute trying to digest what little had been said to her. "So... I've become my own sex fantasy," Mary nodded. "But... I don't like girls like this. I'm not into bimbo's. I mean... I... I... " Michael stuttered as her own words betrayed her thoughts. She couldn't bear to think that she was really a bimbo now.
"It's okay," Mary reassured her. "First, you're not a bimbo, you're a very beautiful young woman, and second, you haven't been turned into your ideal woman. This body isn't the sort of girl you'd want to get married to, or the sort of girl you'd take home to meet your parents. Try to imagine the kind of girl," Mary paused to make sure she phrased her next words very carefully, "that you would most like to... sleep with for one night."
"So you're telling me that it's my fault that I look like this," Michael blurted out, her voice wavering. It was obvious that Michael was on the verge of crying. Michael thought that it was bad enough that she had to exist like that, but to be told that she was responsible for looking such a beauty was too much for her to bear.
"No. No. That's not what I mean. Your mind picked the form, but it's our fault entirely that you have to be like this."
"But I don't want to," Michael cried out as tears formed in her eyes. "I don't wanna be like this," she bawled out as her emotions finally broke.
"There, there," Sarah said as she leaned over and gave Michael the literal shoulder to cry on. "Come on, let it out. Have a good cry."
Michael cried her eyes out for several minutes, completely unable to stop. It was the ultimate humiliation for her. She was even crying like a girl. Everyone remained silent until she regained her composure, which took several minutes.
"So why am I being kept prisoner," Michael eventually said as she gave a further tug on her restraint. "Why can't you just let me go? You told me I could go free."
"I know it's hard and I can't explain it all to you right now. If we'd been able to turn you back, we would have let you go, just as I promised. But we couldn't."
"So, why don't you let me go," Michael called out, getting increasingly annoyed that Mary simply wasn't answering her questions.
"Michael," Mary started. "After what we put you through two days ago, you don't deserve this. Believe me, when I say that I don't want to do this, but I don't have a choice. You see the changes in you are more than just physical. Before we can release you, there are some things we need to," she glanced over at Hank, "be sure of. But I do understand what you're going through."
"How could you," Michael said sternly finally snapping at the fact that Mary was continuing to dodge her every question. "How could you even begin to understand what I'm going through."
Mary smiled, "Michael. There are..." Mary paused as if counting in her head, "twelve people in this house. Every one of those twelve people has changed their gender at some point and of those twelve..." again she paused as if counting, "three are still of the opposite gender, four including you.
"S-So, this... has happened before then," Michael said slowly.
"Yes. It's not that unusual. Only a few of us decide to permanently change our gender, but all of us have tried it at some point on a temporary basis. The point I'm making is that we all know what it feels like; because we've all been through it ourselves. We're all curious and we've all given it a try."
Michael looked ahead blankly, still stunned so Mary continued again, "You know Sarah's daughter Andrew used to be a girl, called Andrea. She and Tina were sisters until Andrew decided to be a man."
Mary finally decided that she had seen and said enough. She actually found that she was having a hard time keeping her eyes off Michael's body. She could tell that her eyes kept drifting down to Michael's new chest, despite her attempts to stop it. Michael's nightdress did a terrible job of hiding her ample breasts and Mary simply couldn't help but get aroused by them.
Mary guessed her uncontrollable attraction was down to Michael's pheromone enhancements. After all, Mary was bisexual and Michael did have a very sexy body, but it was very troubling to Mary that these pheromones were affecting her so badly.
Although the use of pheromone enhancements were common within their group, it was the first time that Mary, or any of them had felt the effect of such pheromones directly, because up until now, any such transformations including pheromones, were either on normals, or were temporary transformations on Kithra. In neither case, would these pheromones affect another Kithra. But this situation was unique. Michael was the first person to have these type of enhancements included in her transformation.
It also occurred to Mary that Michael had extracted more information out of her than the other way around, "Look, you need some rest. We're going to leave you now. But we'll be back later, okay."
Without saying anything more, Mary got up and motioned for Sarah to leave with them, but Michael held Sarah's hand even tighter, not wanting to be left alone again.
"Do I have to leave," Sarah pleaded with Mary.
Mary thought for a moment before speaking, "Michael. Do you promise to behave from now on."
Michael thought for a few seconds, then nodded slowly, "Yeah. You won't get any more trouble from me."
"Okay. Then I'll allow Sarah to remove your handcuffs. But, if you're thinking of trying to escape Michael, then forget it. This mansion is too remote and if you misbehave again, we can soon get the handcuffs out again."
Mary turned to Sarah; "I need to speak to you outside first, Sarah."
Michael let go of Sarah's hand. Sarah, Mary and Hank left the room, leaving Michael all alone again.
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As soon as they were out of the room, Mary turned to Sarah.
"Okay Sarah. She seems to be most comfortable around you, so I'm making it your job to take care of her. Are you okay with that."
"I'm fine with it," Sarah replied. She was thrilled that she was entrusted with taking care of Michael. It was not going to be easy for Michael, but she thought she was best qualified to help Michael through it.
"Good. Here are the keys to her handcuffs. Be nice to her, but don't let your guard down. I'm also going to post two big guys on the outside of this room permanently in case there's any trouble. You are not to remove her handcuffs until they're in place, understand."
Sarah nodded her agreement. Mary and Hank started walking down the hallway, on their way to Tina's room, finally relieved that she was out of Michael's sexual attraction.
"Taking a bit of a risk giving Sarah full access to her, isn't it," Hank said to Mary, also feeling relieved that he was out of the room. It had not been easy for him either. All the time, he had been trying to demonize Michael in his mind, but he was finding it harder and harder to do as his cock got progressively harder and harder. He was equally troubled by the fact that he could be so badly affected.
"Oh, come on," Mary replied. "What's Sarah gonna do. Organize a jailbreak. Michael might be trying to act brave, but we both know that she's half scared to death and so far, about the only person she hasn't lashed out at is Sarah."
The pair continued their argument until they reached Tina's room.
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Tina was lying on her bed consoling herself. She had barely been able to stop crying since they found out Michael's transformation had become permanent.
Early the next day, they all traveled to the mansion. During the trip, Tina just couldn't look at Michael without breaking into tears. All the time, she kept thinking, "What have I done?"
Tina also thought back to how Michael had stopped right in front of her as he tried to escape. Although she knew that he would not get far because the mansion was so remote, she felt yet more blame that she had been the one to stop him. She wondered if Michael would ever forgive her for what she had done.
A knock on the door broke her state of sorrow. She jumped off the bed and quickly made sure her face was dry before calling out, "Come in."
The door opened and Tina could see Mary and Hank walk through. Tina walked over to Mary and they hugged.
"How are you?" Mary asked.
"Okay," Tina replied. "Have you seen Michael. How is he?" was Tina's first question.
"SHE'S fine," Mary responded, putting the emphasis on the fact that Michael was now female.
"Can I see him, I mean her," Tina asked.
"Not now," Mary replied. She knew that such a meeting would be far too emotional for both of them. "We need to take you back with us. The Council wants to have a few words with you," she said.
Tina gulped. She knew this was coming, but she didn't expect is so soon.
"Don't worry," Mary reassured her, seeing the fear in her eyes. We just want to talk to you.
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Michael was lying on the bed again thinking all over what she had been told. She still hadn't been given the full picture. In fact, she knew there was still a lot they were hiding from her, but at least she had found out something.
Sarah had briefly re-entered the room and made sure that Michael was all right. She then left, saying that she needed to get some clothes for her to wear. For Michael, Sarah couldn't get back fast enough. She hated the pink nightgown she was wearing at the moment.
Michael glanced over to the window. It now appeared to be daytime, probably in the afternoon. Assuming it was still the same day, Michael guessed that they must have knocked her out for a good four hours.
Michael felt much more comfortable now that only one of her hands was chained to the bed. It left her free to stretch around the bed in more comfort.
To pass the time, Michael slipped her hands under the covers and attempted to seek out the contours of her new body. She started with her waist. It seemed so impossibly thin compared to the wider hips. Her whole body was incredibly firm. There wasn't an ounce of fat to be found anywhere.
Eventually, her hand managed to find her way it's way up to one of her magnificent breasts. Michael couldn't believe how firm they were; yet at the same time, they were so soft to touch. They were two large balls of mass that sat so high on her chest. As she looked down, she could see them rising and falling with her breathing.
As if on it's own accord, her hand then moved to cup the breast and slowly caress the nipple, which instantly made it go hard. She felt both shocked and excited. She felt excitement at the pleasure her actions were providing, but shock at the fact that she was doing it. Even worse for her, she was actually beginning to think about putting her hand inside her nightgown.
Before she could decide, Michael heard the door being unlocked again. She quickly returned her hand to her side. Soon afterwards, Sarah opened the door and entered the bedroom. The door was then closed and locked. Michael could see that Sarah was carrying a bag stuffed full of what Michael guessed to be clothes.
Michael was pleased that she would soon be out of the nightgown. She tried to shuffle her position, hoping that Sarah wouldn't notice her very erect nipples through her nightgown.
"Hi," Sarah smiled. "Let's get those handcuffs off you."
Sarah moved to the side of the bed, produced a key and freed Michael's right hand. She glanced down at her body and saw her nipples poking straight upwards. She smiled to herself, but pretended not to notice. She knew it was going to be something very embarrassing and private that Michael would have to deal with by herself.
As soon as her hand was released, Michael smiled her gratitude at Sarah before rubbing her right wrist. Yet again, she was reminded of her predicament when she felt that her wrist was smaller than it was two days ago.
Sarah knew that she had a momentous task ahead of her. Although she was reasonably confident that the Council would allow Michael to live, Sarah was also fully aware that they would want to see very fast results because they couldn't keep guarding her for long without arousing suspicion within the other groups. As she helped Michael to get out of bed, Sarah motioned her to sit back down on the bed. Sarah then sat down beside her.
"Right," Sarah said, taking a deep breath. "What name do you want me to call you by from now on?" She knew that going straight in and saying such a thing would be very tough for Michael and Sarah hated herself for having to do it, but in her own mind, she knew it was completely necessary. Michael had to adjust very quickly indeed. At worst, her very survival could depend on it.
"What's wrong with Michael?" Michael protested; annoyed that Sarah's very first question was about her name.
Sarah didn't say anything, but instead just waved her hand at Michael's new body indicating how inappropriate the name Michael is now.
"I've gotta pick a girls name, haven't I?" Michael said in realization. She didn't like the idea one bit, but deep down, she knew it was necessary. "What do you suggest?" she asked dejected.
"Well you used the name Michelle in the hospital. What's wrong with that?" Sarah suggested.
"I didn't use the name Michelle. I used the name Mickey. The doctor must have guessed I meant Michelle. I... err... wasn't sure if I was really a guy or a girl then, so I... err... picked a name that applied to both," Michael winced as she remembered just how spaced out she had been in those first few moments.
"It's okay," Sarah reassured, sitting on the bed and putting her arm around Michael's shoulder, realizing just how painful the memory of two days ago must have been for Michael. "Well if you don't like Michelle, you can pick any name you want. It's your choice."
Michael thought for a moment. "No. Michelle sounds fine," she replied in an even more dejected tone, before she brightened up very slightly. "I suppose the French pronounce Michael as Michelle, so I guess I'll just have to imagine I'm French from now on," Michelle joked with a small laugh.
"Michelle it is then," Sarah smiled, pleased that Michael, now Michelle was able to dig some humor out of it all.
Sarah pulled some slippers out of the bag she had been carrying. They were pink fluffy slippers and Michelle wasn't too thrilled about wearing them, but Sarah pointed out that there were probably still some shards of glass on the floor and carpets, so Michelle put them on.
Michelle stretched around the room while Sarah was preparing a shower. After stretching her new limbs, Michelle walked over to the window. She took the opportunity to examine the window that she had been unable to break earlier. As Sarah was busy with the shower, Michelle decided to get a closer look at the window lock. Although it was an expensive lock, Michelle guessed that she wouldn't have too much trouble in opening it, given the fact that she was able to open the handcuffs.
This served to reassure her further. She still had no idea what was going on, but she felt the need for an escape plan, if necessary. As she looked out of the window, she again she got the feeling from the temperature than she wasn't in California anymore. It was the middle of summer, yet the climate wasn't the scorching heat it should have been. The time of day was now late in the afternoon.
"Where are we?" Michelle asked as Sarah entered the main bedroom again.
"We're at a remote mansion, a few hundred miles from Boston, Massachusetts," Sarah replied.
"Massachusetts," Michelle replied in shock. From San Diego, that was literally the other side of the country. "How did we get here?" Michelle said wondering what kind of magic or device could get them all across the country.
"We hired a jet and flew over yesterday. You were probably too drugged up to remember."
"Oh... a jet," Michelle said, mentally kicking herself for not thinking of the obvious things first.
"What," Sarah smiled, half guessing what Michelle was thinking. "Did you think we 'beamed you up' or something like that," Sarah said laughing slightly. "We're not that powerful."
"Powerful enough," Michelle said as she laughed back and looked down at her female body indicating just how powerful these witches were. If she ever doubted exactly how powerful, then she had two very large reminders right in front of her.
Although Sarah had been very blunt in forcing Michelle to accept a female name, there was something about Sarah's manner that made Michelle feel very warm to her. Michelle was also pleased that she had been able to glean some information from Sarah. She guessed that teleportation was beyond the power of the witches, which also pleased her. After all, the less powerful these witches were, the more even the odds were.
"Come on," Sarah smiled. "Let's get you showered."
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Chapter Nine
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Back at the Council meeting, Mary was about to deliver her report. They had left Tina in a side room. Mary had tried to reassure her, but Tina seemed even more scared than Michael about the whole thing.
"Okay Mary. How is she?" the leader asked.
"She's just a scared and frightened young woman now. She's lashing out physically and verbally because she's afraid."
"What did you tell her?"
"Not much. I told her that she was a now full woman and that the change in her body was permanent. She wanted to know why she was being held, but I refused to tell her. I've posted two guys outside her door permanently. I've also allowed Sarah to look after her. She seems to be less hostile toward her."
The leader nodded, then turned to Hank, "Hank. What's your assessment?"
Mary looked over at Hank, as he seemed to think before answering. Mary thought that she might have divulged a little too much information to Michelle and she prayed that Hank would not bring this up.
"It's hard to say," he said eventually. "She didn't end up saying much. Mary did most of the talking."
Mary sighed in relief slightly. Hank could have said a lot worse, but she realized that Hank couldn't say much to his advantage. Mary was just pleased that Michael hadn't said anything disastrous in front of Hank. Apart from Michael's outburst when she smashed up the room, things were going all right for her.
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Michelle was standing in front of the full-length mirror, her knees still weak from the sight that stood before her. She was staring at herself wearing a red summer dress, stockings and heels with her hair beautifully brushed back.
She couldn't believe Sarah had talked her into wearing those clothes. In fact, Sarah hadn't talked her into it at all. Instead, she had cajoled and manipulated Michelle into wearing them.
Sarah had done it all so carefully that Michelle didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. First, Michelle had taken a shower. It had been an exhilarating experience for her. The play of the water drops of her new sensitive breasts had a very erotic feel to it. She felt a desire to touch herself again and she may have done so if it wasn't for the fact that Sarah was waiting outside.
Afterwards, Sarah dried her hair while Michelle stared at herself in the dresser mirror, still trying to get her head round the fact that she was now a blonde bombshell. As her hair dried, it's wavy texture returned. This wavy feature of her hair seemed to make her hair spread out across her shoulders as it tumbled down her back to her waist.
As Sarah was drying her hair, Michelle could clearly see how young Sarah looked. Michelle attempted to ask why it was that Sarah was now a woman in her twenties, but Sarah refused to answer, simply stating that all her questions would be answered in time.
It was when it was time to get dressed that Michelle realized how well it had all been planned. She learned that they had measured up her while she was asleep so all the clothes would fit. Michelle shuddered a little when she found out that someone else had their hands all over her new body.
The first items out of Sarah's bag were a white bra and panties. Up until that point, Michelle had been half expecting to be wearing just a pair of boxer shorts. She was hesitant about putting on such feminine underwear, but she instantly realized that she was a woman, so she relented.
Sarah helped her to fasten the bra, before Michelle stretched around to get the feel of it. It felt weird on her. She had expected it to be a miracle cure for bouncing boobs, holding them tightly in place. However, although Michelle decided in the first few minutes that wearing a bra was better, it wasn't that much better. It was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time, if that made any sense.
Michelle also discovered that she was a 38DD cup size. It wasn't quite as bad as Michelle had feared. Somehow, she thought her breasts were bigger than that. Sarah explained that because her breasts were so perfectly shaped and firm, they seemed bigger.
Michelle also discovered just out how lucky she had been for her boobs to be only 38DD. Sarah informed Michelle that whenever they cast the spell to turn themselves into a guy's sexual fantasy, 38DD is usually the minimum breast size. Michelle could have easily ended up with a pair of 46HH's.
Then Sarah pulled some stockings out of her bag. Michelle protested slightly but Sarah managed to quietly convince her to wear them. Eventually, Michelle rolled them up onto her legs, just as she had seen her wife do it. Fortunately, they held themselves in place, because Michelle had no intention of wearing a garter belt.
When Sarah pulled the next item out of the bag, Michelle almost fell over in shock. It was a bright red summer dress. Michelle swallowed hard when she first saw it. She couldn't believe that Sarah had to audacity to even suggest that Michelle wear it.
"Sarah. There's no fucking way I'm wearing that. I don't care if I am a girl now. I'm not wearing it, period," Michelle remembered saying. Although she knew that she would probably end up wearing a dress in time, she felt that wearing one in her first real hour of living as a woman was very extreme.
But then Sarah did something very strange. She walked up to Michelle and whispered in her ear. Sarah told Michelle that if she wanted to get out, she had to wear the dress. At first, Michelle took that as a threat, but when she looked in Sarah's eyes, she saw slight fear. Sarah looked round to the door and kept her voice very quiet as if she didn't want anyone to hear her say that.
It made Michelle feel very edgy. What was so important about wearing such a blatant dress? She tried to ask Sarah, but she wouldn't say anything more, just that it was important for her to wear the dress. Eventually Michelle felt that she had no choice but to comply.
As Sarah helped Michelle into the dress, Michelle didn't think it would hold her bust. The straps of the dress looked like thin pieces of string that barely covered her bra straps. As Sarah zipped it up, Michelle looked down at herself, to see that the dress seemed to accentuate all of her curves.
As she continued to look down, she felt her pussy tingle slightly as her eyes saw a big breasted woman wearing such a garment. She was instantly disgusted as she realized that she was getting turned on by looking down at her own body.
She shook herself and tried to walk up and down the room. Walking around in the dress wasn't too bad for Michelle. It was about knee length and it wasn't too tight around her legs, but she felt humiliated that she was actually wearing it.
Finally, Sarah pulled some shoes out of the bag. After the humiliation of being forced to wear such a ridiculous dress, Michelle was just happy that the heels, although an inch high, didn't have a pointed heel. Her will to fight had been systematically sapped away by the successive items of women's clothing, so she sat on the bed and allowed Sarah to slip them on her slender feet.
As she walked up and down the bedroom, she felt a weird sensation. She was now the same height as before. Her transformation had left her very slightly shorter than before, but with these heels on, she was back to the same height. Walking in the shoes, although awkward, wasn't too bad. At least they weren't pointed stilettos.
Then Sarah applied some light red lipstick to her full lips, clipped on some earrings and then stood Michelle in front of the mirror. As she pulled off the sheet covering the mirror, Michelle's knees went weak at the sight before her. Sarah moved to her side to steady her.
Michelle stared hard at the gorgeous creature in the mirror as her head started spinning. She had seen herself in the mirror two days ago and she thought she looked stunning then. But now, with all the clothes and makeup on, she easily looked twice as good. Yet again, tears began to form in her eyes. She wondered if she would ever be able to stop crying.
"I don't know if I can do this," Michelle started sobbing. "I can't live like this. I just can't."
"Yes you can," Sarah said firmly with her arm around her, looking her straight in the eyes, via the reflection in the mirror. Sarah's reassurance eased Michelle's urge to cry.
"Why did you make me wear this dress?" Michelle said quietly. "I look such a slut in it."
"No. You're not a slut. You're beautiful," Sarah said softly to her whispering. "Look, I can't explain, but if anyone asks, make out that you don't mind wearing these clothes. Don't go over the top and say you love it because they're not stupid, okay."
Michelle was getting ever frustrated because no one was telling her anything. She was fast losing her patience, but she held back against Sarah. Although Sarah had just dressed her up like a Barbie doll, Michelle felt that she trusted Sarah and she thought that Sarah might be the one person actually on her side.
Michelle thought carefully then said, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say. But first, tell me one thing. Was Mary telling the truth about this change being permanent? Can I become a guy again?"
At first, Sarah was going to lie to Michelle. She knew that becoming a guy again was the least of Michelle's worries now, but as their eyes locked, Sarah realized that she wouldn't be able to lie convincingly.
"Sarah. I REALLY need to know," Michelle said softly.
Sarah thought painfully before answering, "It is possible, but it's unlikely."
"But possible?" Michelle asked.
Sarah could see what was happening with Michelle. She was clinging on to the mere possibility of becoming male again. Sarah wanted to tell Michelle to forget about being Michael again, but she could see that her emotional state was very fragile. She needed a reason to live and if that reason was to become male again, Sarah decided to use it to her advantage.
"Look, being a man again is a long way off. You've got to take thing in small steps and right now, wearing this dress is the first step."
Michelle hung her head low, before shrugging, then nodding her head in agreement. Standing in front of the mirror only made her more convinced that she didn't want to stay like this forever.
Sarah smiled to herself gently. Earlier, when she had fetched the bag of clothing and discovered the blatant dress inside, she was shocked. She complained, but was politely informed, that it was those clothes or nothing and if Sarah couldn't get Michelle to wear them, then someone else would. That person was someone that owed Hank a favor had Sarah realized Hank was starting to collect.
At first, Sarah was going to refuse, but she couldn't bear to see someone else doing the task. Sarah hated herself as she used every trick she could think of to entice and coerce Michelle, but deep down, she knew that quick adjustment was essential not only for Michelle, but for their group as well.
As Sarah watched Michelle examining her new look, her smile broadened. She knew that Michelle didn't like wearing those clothes, but she also knew that she would play along. Things were going to be okay.
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Tina entered the Council room very nervously. As she looked ahead, all the eyes of the Council were upon her as she walked towards the table. All the Council members had shuffled their chairs round slightly and an extra chair was waiting for her.
Without a word being spoken, she carefully stepped up to the table and took the empty chair. Her body was shaking slightly as she looked up to face her elders.
Although her magical powers were only average and well below the usual level of power for Council members, she had always looked forward to the day when she might someday serve on the Council in years to come. But none of that mattered now. She was here to be chastised for what she did.
"Okay, Tina. Why did you do it?" one person asked. The leader had elected for one person to question Tina. He didn't want Mary or Hank to do it, because they would be either too easy or too hard on Tina respectively.
"I-I-I," Tina stuttered. "I didn't think it would do any harm," was her reply. Mary noted that it was an excellent reply given the circumstances. She hoped that Tina could keep this up, but before another question was asked, Tina spoke again blowing away Mary's hopes.
"But it's all my fault. I'm to blame not Michael. I take full responsibility."
The questioning continued. At each question, Mary felt as if a crushing blow was hitting her. She could see what Tina was attempting to do. She was trying to shift all of the blame onto herself in order to deflect it from Michael. It was understandable given the circumstances. Michael had risked her life to save Tina's and now Tina was trying to do the same, but it was hopeless because Tina's punishment and Michael's fate were two completely separate things. Tina was simply digging herself into a hole.
Mary had known Tina for some years and she had always considered Tina to be a strong willed woman, but it was pitiful to watch Tina's spirit being crushed by this interrogation. As the spokesman asked another question, Mary finally spoke out.
"Look, this isn't fair on Tina," Mary said interrupting the questioning. "Tina's in such a state right now that she'll admit to the Lincoln Assassination."
"No Mary, I'm to blame," she called out trying to stop Mary. However, in the process, she only served to prove Mary's point.
"I agree with Mary," the leader spoke. "This isn't the time. We can do all this another time. Do you have any questions Tina," the leader asked.
"Can I see her?"
The leader looked at Mary who answered, "Not yet, Tina. I don't think the time is right. But I've left you Mom to look after her. She's in good hands. We'll take you back shortly."
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Michelle was sitting down on the chair beside the bed. Sarah told Michelle that she needed to go away for a short time. What Michelle didn't know was that Sarah needed a break to calm herself down sexually. Despite being a heterosexual woman, it appeared that even she wasn't completely immune to Michelle's sexual attractions.
But a brilliant idea hit her just as she finished dressing Michelle. Although a protective spell against the pheromones would take several days to develop, by which time it probably wouldn't be required anymore, Sarah had thought of a way around it. Instead of providing direct protection, she had just cast a spell, which would deaden her sex drive for the next few days.
Hopefully this would allow her to stay much longer with Michelle without succumbing to her chemical attractions. She decided not to share the idea with anyone else, because she didn't want to be removed from her position helping Michelle.
Now that she was alone, Michelle was pondering over what she had learned. Although Sarah had clearly been instructed not to reveal anything to her, Michelle had managed to glean some information from her responses.
Firstly, Michelle couldn't decide exactly how powerful the witches were. The mere fact that they transformed her seemed to indicate enormous power, but it wasn't quite so clear. Michelle had discreetly asked Sarah why Mary hadn't saved their lives three months ago, instead of Michael having to do it. Sarah replied, saying that Mary and the others were not capable of helping them at the time. Michelle wasn't sure if that meant that they lacked the power to help them or not, but it clearly showed some limitations.
Michelle shuffled her position in the chair, attempting to make her poise more ladylike. It became immediately obvious as soon as she sat down that she was going to have to get out of the habit of keeping her legs open.
She hated the notion that she actually had to start acting like a woman, but it was obvious from Sarah's actions that Mary and the other's were clearly seeking some quick adjustments from Michelle and that was why Sarah had coerced her into wearing the summer dress. Michelle decided that for now, she would play along with what they wanted, although she wondered how far she was prepared to go.
Michelle then turned her attention to the future and to consider her options. Her biggest dilemma was whether she should inform them about her telekinetic powers. She walked over to the window again and briefly examined the lock. Although there seemed to be something odd with her powers, she knew that she could easily open the lock. Again, she realized that her powers gave her an escape plan, should she ever need it, but only as long as they were unaware of her powers.
Michelle also thought about Tina. According to Sarah, Tina was having a very tough time of things, blaming herself completely for the whole situation. Although she couldn't be sure, Michelle suspected that her telekinetic powers were at least partially responsible for her spell being screwed up.
If that was the case, then maybe Michelle owed it to Tina to let her know it wasn't all her fault. She felt a little guilty that she was allowing Tina to blame herself. But another part of her said that she should put herself first and if she did tell Tina about her powers, then her escape plan would be completely useless, as they would obviously take precautions against it.
But Michelle wondered what she could do even if she did escape. She guessed that she could easily get out of the room and the mansion, but what then? Where would she go? What would she do? She was now a sexpot of a girl, with no legal identity.
At least Michelle did have some resources, although they were back in Las Vegas. Ever since she had been swindling casinos, she always had a backup plan, by putting a stash of money away, buried in the Nevada desert. When she buried the money, she had several scenarios in mind as to why she might need it, although they were mostly limited to the casino bosses finding out about her powers. Being turned into a girl wasn't something she had considered.
But escaping and running to Nevada had to be a last resort, although it quickly occurred to her that there were no other options open to her. None of her friends and family would be prepared to help her because they wouldn't believe who she was. The thought of family brought a slight tear to her eye. But it also reminded her that she had been due to phone her Mom several days ago, which was long overdue. As Michael, she had long been independent of her parents, but her Mom was a real worrier for her son. It wouldn't take long for them to alert the authorities about Michael's disappearance. What would happen then?
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Mary and Hank returned to the mansion with Tina. Although the journey was only ten minutes, Mary was beginning to get fed up of the constant travelling when so little was being done about Michael. As Mary saw the sun beginning to set, it occurred to her that they had debated all day, but they didn't appear to be achieving anything.
However, Mary didn't want to blow it. Things were going reasonably well. Mary could tell she was winning the battle. She knew, from the tone of the rest of the Council that they were just looking for an excuse, any excuse to spare Michael. Hank's views were sounding increasingly that of an extremist who wasn't getting his way.
Andrew greeted her sister as soon as they entered the mansion. Sarah soon came running down the stairs. Sarah was about to go back to Michelle now that her spell to remove her sex drive had taken effect, but stopped as soon as she saw that her daughter was returning.
"How's Michael doing?" Mary asked Sarah.
"Fine," Sarah replied enthusiastically. "She's taken the name Michelle and I've got her dressed. I think you should see her; she's adjusting quickly."
"Can I see her," Tina butted in. Mary looked at Tina; slightly annoyed that she wasn't getting the message. It was the third time she asked.
"Tina. I don't think it's a good idea. Your Mom said that she's adjusting. If that's the case, then you don't want to blow it by upsetting her, do you."
Tina nodded then looked down so Mary continued, "Look. If Michael, err... Michelle is calm tomorrow, then I'll ask her if it's okay, right."
Tina nodded her concession. All she wanted to do was say sorry to Michelle and beg her forgiveness, but she finally realized that she wasn't going to see Michelle today.
"Are you coming up to your room," Sarah asked.
Tina was initially hesitant. Somehow, the thought of going upstairs, but being forced to go to her room, while everyone else went to see Michelle didn't feel right.
"No," Tina responded taking a small step back. "I wanna go for a walk outside. I need some fresh air. I wanna go to the hill"
Mary looked at Tina. She hadn't been outside in virtually three days. It would do her some good. But it was getting dark and Mary still wasn't sure of Tina's mental state.
"Okay, but take Monica with you," Mary said as the motioned for Monica, who was standing nearby, to come over.
"But I wanna go on my own. I don't want Monica to go with me," Tina said. "No offence Monica," she said, realizing Monica could have been offended by her words.
"Tina. You're too distraught," Mary said. "I'm not allowing you to go outside by yourself."
Again, Tina was forced to nod in concession. She felt bad about the situation, but it wasn't bad enough for her to do herself harm, although she could understand Mary's concerns.
Tina watched her mother, Mary and Hank climb the stairs and head to Michelle's room. Tina felt a tinge of jealousy that they were all going to see Michelle and she wasn't.
As they moved out of sight, Tina and Monica left the building. Monica had to first recover her car keys from a secure point. To stop any possibility of Michelle escaping, Mary had insisted that all keys to any vehicles were safely secured.
As Monica was driving away, Tina looked back as she saw a light in Michelle's room. She could just make out a figure walking around in the room.