Chapter Ten
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Michelle was beginning to get horny again. Her nipples were hardening and she could even feel damp down below. She couldn't understand why this was happening to her. After everything that had transpired, why would she possibly feel horny. She was walking up and down the room, trying to get some relief from these feelings.
It was nearly evening now and although she had only been awake for a few hours, she had been getting more sexually frustrated as the day wore on.
She had spent every available moment on her own to practice any aspect of being a woman. Although it disgusted her to do it, she found herself standing in front of the mirror and working on her standing poise.
She was currently practicing the way girls flick their head to throw their hair behind them. She was failing miserably. On the rare occasions when it worked, she would simply cause some more hair to emerge on the other side.
Suddenly she heard the door being unlocked and Sarah walked inside.
"Hi. How are you," Sarah asked.
"Okay," Michelle replied, pleased for the company again.
"I've got Mary and Hank outside. They want to see you again," Sarah said. She then walked up to Michelle and whispered, "Put on a good act for them."
As Sarah pulled back, Michelle nodded. She didn't like it, but she realized that her only ticket out of here was to play the game they wanted her to play. She carefully attempted to assume one of the feminine poises that she had practiced in front of the mirror.
Mary and Hank entered the room again. Both were visibly shocked when they saw how Michelle looked. Even Hank, who had previously been so hostile toward her, couldn't help but smile at the beauty presented before him. Even before Michelle's pheromones could take effect, he already felt a physical attraction for her.
Mary glanced over at Sarah, smiled and gave her a "well done" look.
"How do you feel?" Mary asked, which was the same question she had asked earlier in the day.
Michelle paused for a moment before answering. Internally, she felt completely humiliated at being paraded before them like that, but she intended to tell Mary what she thought they wanted to hear. But Michelle knew she couldn't go over the top. What she said to Mary had to sound good.
"A bit silly," she said slowly. "I still can't believe I'm really stuck like this."
Mary was pleased with that answer; it seemed to be genuine. She strongly suspected that Sarah had somehow coerced Michelle into wearing those clothes, but as long as Michelle was accepting them, it didn't matter. "You'll get used to it," she said.
Michelle's first instinct was to snap back, because she didn't want to get used to wearing a dress. But she bit the inside of her lip as she realized that she couldn't say anything. Sarah had impressed upon her, the need to at least appear that she was adjusting to life as a woman.
"I'm afraid that I still can't tell you anything or let you go, but is there anything you need, then ask. Can I get you something?" Mary asked. Although there was very little she could actually do, she didn't want to appear to Michelle to be the complete enemy that Michelle had obviously cast her as.
"What about my family. I was due to call them on the day that... this happened. Sooner or later, they'll get worried. What are they gonna say when they see me like this. They'll laugh."
"That's not something you'll have to worry about," Mary replied.
"How?" Michelle asked. "What are you gonna make them think that I was always a girl?" Michelle said. Somehow, she doubted that they had the power to make all her friends believe that Michael had always been Michelle, but given the fact that she was currently wearing a bra, panties and a dress, she couldn't rule out anything.
Mary paused. She hadn't been planning to tell Michelle about this just yet, but she guessed that Michelle could handle it now, based upon how well she was adjusting so far. "No, you see, Michael Curtis is dead. He died in a hang gliding accident two hours ago."
"H-How," Michelle asked as her body trembled at this news.
"One of our members transformed themselves into your old self. He went to a hang gliding club in California today. Soon, your destroyed glider will be found. A body will be found. The fall will have damaged the face beyond recognition, but the coroner will make a positive identification based on medical records."
Michelle had to sit down in a chair before she fell over. This news was even more shocking. They had effectively killed her off. Sarah walked to her side and held her hand. Both Mary and Hank decided to keep a distance from Michelle to minimize the effects of her pheromones.
"Whose body?" Michelle asked.
"I think we 'borrowed' one from the morgue that was similar to you," Mary responded. "As of today, Michael Curtis is officially dead."
"You can't do that," Michelle called out. She knew that she should have remained quiet and accepted it, but she couldn't. They had taken everything she held dear. The only thing she had left was her friends and family. But now, they had taken that from her as well.
"We had to," Mary responded. "We couldn't have questions about your disappearance."
"But what about if I become a guy again. How can I go back home if I'm already dead," Michelle called out without thinking. As soon as she said it, she realized she had made a mistake. She wasn't supposed to know that it was even possible to return to manhood.
Both Mary and Hank instantly realized Michelle's blunder as well. Mary glared at Sarah who could only look away.
"Sarah. I need to talk to you... OUTSIDE," Mary said sternly. Sarah just looked up, nodded and walked towards the door.
"No, look. You can't do this," Michelle shouted as she stood up. "You've taken away everything I have. First my body, then my freedom. Now you've taken the only thing I had left, my identity. You can't do this to me. You don't have the right," Michelle virtually yelled.
Michelle walked forwards. Mary took it as a very threatening move.
"Stand back Michelle," Mary said sternly, looking Michelle in the eye.
Michelle thought for a minute. Her frustration had burst and she couldn't take any more. She wanted to break out of the room right now. But she knew deep down that this wasn't time for it. Grudgingly, she took a step back.
Mary knocked on the door and Sarah, Hank and Mary left the room. As the door was opened, Michelle briefly thought about breaking out, but she could see three more people on the other side, including two guys. She knew that it was hopeless.
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"What the fuck was that," Mary yelled at Sarah as soon as they were outside. After having placed her trust in Sarah, she was furious with her at divulging such information.
"M-Mary. I'm sorry," Sarah apologized.
"Sorry. You had no fucking right to tell her that. What else did you tell her."
"N-N-Nothing," Sarah replied.
"Nothing," Mary replied. "You tell her our secrets and you call it nothing."
"It wasn't like that," Sarah defended herself. "I didn't actually tell her anything."
"Well it didn't sound like that," Hank chirped in, his voice extremely sarcastic, which annoyed Mary immensely. "I'm taking this to the Council."
"Oh, shut up Hank," Mary snapped at him. She was fed up of his constant moaning. It seemed as if he was twisting every opportunity to his advantage.
"No. Mary. I won't shut up," he retorted, raising his voice. "In fact, I've had enough of your crap. When we get back, the first thing I'm gonna do is push for her to be executed. You know damn well that we can't take care of her. It's taking up all our resources just to keep her locked up."
"Shhhhh. Be quiet you two," Sarah interrupted. "Any louder and she'll hear you," she pointed out. They were still only just outside the door.
They both realized their mistake and ushered Sarah down the hallway to continue their argument. Mary prayed that Michelle hadn't heard the argument. Although it wouldn't make much practical difference, because she was their prisoner anyway, it would make it much more awkward if she really knew the full picture.
But it was already too late. Michelle's ear had been at the door. As soon as she heard the door lock and the argument begin, she moved over to the door. She didn't catch the start of the argument. All she heard was Hank talking about killing her.
When the argument was over, Michelle stumbled backwards and fell back onto the bed. Her breathing rate increased. "They're gonna fucking kill me," Michelle internally shrieked. She couldn't believe it. Up until now, the worst she had feared was that she would be turned into a sex slave, given her current body, but it now appeared that she was destined for a worse fate.
Her breathing increased further, but as hard as she breathed, she couldn't seem to get air into her lungs. She was hyperventilating. Her feelings of claustrophobia were sent skyward.
She silently jumped off the bed and paced up and down the room several times trying to calm down.
Michelle thought about what she could do; what her options were. She instantly reached a conclusion; there was only one option. If they were going to kill her then she had to get out of the mansion, NOW. She had an escape plan, so she quickly decided that she should use it.
She ran over to the window. Although her escape plan had been meticulously planned, she was now in a state of panic. All she knew was that she had to get out, in case they returned early to carry out their sentence on her.
She put her hands on the window and attempted to smash it with her powers, but the same block on her powers was still there. Although she could still summon her powers, she couldn't produce anywhere near the force required to break the toughened glass.
Then she remembered the exact details of her escape plan and turned her attention to the window lock. Without thinking, she put two fingers near the lock and reached out with her mind. It was tough because of the barrier, but within seconds, the lock was opened. Michelle hurriedly opened the window.
She tried to lift one leg up to get out of the window, but her dress stopped her. She nearly fell over but she just managed to steady herself with her powers. She knew that she couldn't make any noise or they would look through the peephole in the door and see she had opened the window.
She calmed down slightly and carefully sat on the window ledge and lifted both of her legs over. She could now see that she was on the third floor and it was a sheer drop to the ground. Her powers still were not working fully. She didn't think she could float to the ground, but maybe she could break her fall. Without thinking too much more, she took a deep breath then jumped.
As soon as Michelle jumped from the window, she felt her powers kick in properly, so she guided herself down, landing gently on the gravel floor seconds later. Instinct then took over as she just ran as fast as she could straight ahead for the trees.
It was the second time that she had cause to run for her life as a woman, but this time it was different because she was dressed as a woman. Her boobs still bounced around and she realized that the bra, although not perfect, was at least helping to control them. Her dress and shoes, on the other hand, were proving a terrible hindrance. Several times, she nearly tripped over, having to steady herself with her powers.
After she had reached the trees, she carried on running. She quickly saw a large metal fence in front of her. Undeterred, she ran straight at it, leaping into the air about ten feet beforehand. Although the fence was some twelve feet, she easily managed to clear it in a single jump, using the extra force generated from her mind.
She continued running away from the mansion until she could run no more and she stopped against a tree, collapsing as she tried to regain her breath. At that point, she realized that her new body was not designed for running. A brief shudder passed through her body as she reminded of the one thing that her body was designed for.
Michelle slowly started to come down from the high that she felt from escaping. She glanced up and could see the stars that were beginning to appear in the evening sky. She gave out a soft cry of elation.
Over the next few minutes, her blood oxygen level returned to normal and the adrenaline levels began to calm down. Although it was the middle of summer, it was a very cool evening and her body was already starting to shiver slightly. Michelle noticed that her soft skin seemed more sensitive as she could feel a cool night breeze on her body. As she began to calm down, she was beginning to question the wisdom in running away.
Her mind was racing with the various options that presented themselves. Although she had made a rash decision in escaping, Michelle knew that she had to put all that behind her. All that mattered now was the future. She knew that she had five minutes in which to make a decision. She could go back and hope that either they didn't notice she had gone, or she could run.
Her heart wanted to run. Her primal urge to be free consumed her. A part of her was yelling that there was no way she could go back. Although things might turn out all right, she knew that her life would be in danger, so she couldn't take the chance. While she was running, she was completely in control of her own destiny.
But she instantly realized that there was a heavy price to be paid in running away. Michelle knew, quite clearly, that she would also be turning her back on her male self. If she ran, the chances of becoming a man again would fall away to practically zero.
Initially Michelle felt that she couldn't leave and that she had to go back, so she could be become male again. But it soon dawned on her, that it was better to be a living woman than a dead man. If she went back, she faced death.
Michelle couldn't believe it. How could they possibly think of killing her after all she had done for them? She saved Andrew, Sarah and Tina lives. In return, Tina transforms her into a sex icon and now they actually want to kill her! What had she done to warrant that? Her emotions were starting to turn to anger. Her treatment was causing fury to build inside her. What sort of insane monsters were these people?
Michelle began to wonder if there was another explanation. Perhaps she misheard Hank when he said that he wanted to kill Michelle. Perhaps they were somehow testing Michelle; seeing if she actually had the ability to escape. If that was the case, then she played right into their hands.
She thought for a few more minutes, but she couldn't make up her mind. Each side of her was tugging furiously, trying to win the argument. Eventually she reached one conclusion. Whatever else had happened, she couldn't go back now. She had to run away, consolidate her position and then try to find another way to be turned back into a man.
Michelle thought to what Sarah had said when she admitted to her that it was possible for her to be male again. Even if she did run away, perhaps maybe Sarah might help her return to manhood. Michelle realized that she was going to have to forget about the possibility of being Michael again for the time being, but perhaps in a few weeks, Sarah might help her.
With her mind finally made up, she took a brief sigh; then she started walking briskly in a direction away from the mansion. She had no idea where she was. She had no money, no identity and was dressed in the sort of clothes that make heads turn and jaws drop. But against it all, she couldn't go back to a possible death.
Michelle remembered that Sarah had told her they were near Boston, Massachusetts. Even if she did escape fully, she wondered where she could go. At first, she thought about going back home to New Jersey. Her heart wanted to go there, but her head was saying no. It would be the first place they would look for her. Also she had nothing to go back to. Her friends and family would soon be grieving over Michael's death and she could never ever convince them of whom she was. As much as it hurt her deep inside, her family were now lost to her.
She knew that the only place she could go was Las Vegas. She had a hidden stash on money there. But even better, it wasn't an obvious place for the witches to look, since Michelle had taken extreme precautions to hide her visits there.
But all that was in the future. At that precise moment, things were still grim for her. She had to find her way to civilization, get some presentable clothes and find some way of getting across the country. She was only five minutes into her journey and she was already beginning to realize that she had a very long journey in front of her, in more ways than one. The physical journey to Las Vegas could take several days. The emotional journey, if she was truly unable to become male again, could take a lifetime.
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Chapter Eleven
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Tina was walking slowly through the woods. By now, it was nearly dark. Monica was following close behind, keeping a watchful eye on her. Tina would have preferred to be alone, but she knew that it just wasn't possible. She could understand why Mary had insisted that she be accompanied.
They were about five miles away from the mansion. If she wasn't going to be allowed to see Michelle tonight, then she wanted some peace and solace. They had just left the car and Tina was going to climb to the top of a hill. It was a place that had always been a favorite of hers years ago when they lived in Massachusetts. It allowed her to relax and think clearly.
It was when doing these things, that she realized how much she missed Massachusetts. Because of their lack of aging, they had to keep moving around the country to avoid suspicion. When her sister was turned into Andrew and she was turned into the new Tina, they had to move away and the only other places in the country where fellow Kithra of their group resided were San Diego and parts of South Carolina.
San Diego seemed a good idea at the time, but Tina never did manage to settle there. She longed for time when she could return to Massachusetts permanently, but that wouldn't be for at least fifteen more years, to avoid awkward questions being asked. However, she had been made fully aware when she accepted the transformation into Kithra, that she would be stuck with her new body for the rest of her long life and all of the problems it would create.
As she was walking, thinking about Michelle, she heard something moving in the distance. At first, she thought it was a rabbit or a fox, running through the forest, but the sounds were too rhythmic in their stride. As she listened, she saw a person come into view. At first, all she could see was a dark red figure stumbling forward. As it came closer, she could see it was a young woman with a mass of blonde trailing behind her. The person stopped about ten feet in front of Tina.
Tina looked ahead. There was a partial recognition. "No. It can't be," Tina thought to herself as she stared at the person in front of her. They each took a few steps forward.
"M-Michael. Is that really you?" Tina called out, completely shocked, partially believing that she might be hallucinating.
"T-Tina," Michelle replied as she was equally shocked to find someone else out here. They were now only several feet apart.
As their eyes locked, a silent unseen communication took place between them. Michelle felt a sense of anger as she saw the person responsible for her predicament. Tina felt a sense of immense sorrow as she saw the results of her failed attempts to get pregnant by Michael. Neither person quite knew what to do, but at the same time, they flung their arms around one another.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Tina sobbed as she held Michelle tightly.
Monica came running up to Tina. She had tried to give Tina some space, but she heard some commotion; "Fuck," was all she said when she saw Michelle standing there.
"Michael, what are you doing here," Tina pleaded as she pulled back from their embrace. She was overjoyed to see Michael, but she couldn't work out what she was doing all alone, several miles from the mansion.
"I-I-I ran away," Michelle said, not sure if she should tell Tina what she was doing. "Tina. They said they were gonna k-k-kill me. Why would they do that? I've never hurt them. What did I do wrong?" Michelle pleaded
Monica moved to try to tackle Michelle. As she moved closer, Michelle simply glared at her with a piercing stare. Monica stepped back. She had heard about Michelle's strength and didn't want to experience it first hand. She thought about using magic against Michelle, but she knew that that would be a futile move. Michelle would be immune to any spell she cast.
"B-But where are you going," Tina pleaded with Michelle. She couldn't believe they were actually going to kill her. The rules were just talk. Tina was only just beginning to convince herself that Michelle would be safe and that no-one would hurt her.
"I-I don't know," Michelle said as she realized that she had no idea where she was going. "I just had to get out of there before they... they..."
Michelle glanced over at the woman accompanying Michelle and noticed that the she was just standing still, with her eyes closed, concentrating.
"What's she doing?" Michelle asked.
"She's calling for help, sending out a message," Tina replied.
"Shit," Michelle cried out. That was all she needed. She had been hoping to get a good head start on the witches. But she was only a few miles from the mansion. They would be there within minutes. Things were getting increasingly desperate.
Michelle pulled away from Tina completely and was about to start running again, but she knew that it was virtually hopeless. She was miles from anywhere and they would arrive very quickly. She briefly though about using her power to hurt the woman that was calling for help.
"Michael, err... Michelle," Tina called out, before Michelle could make up her mind. Tina wasn't sure which name to use. "Did they really say they gonna kill you."
"Yes," Michelle replied, hands on her head, trying to think of a way out.
"Are you sure?" Tina asked. She couldn't believe they would actually do that. Although Tina knew it was possible, she was convinced that Mary would find some way round it.
"Of course I'm fucking sure," Michelle shouted at Tina. "I overheard that Hank talking about it."
Tina shocked doubled as Michelle shouted at her. Michelle's words cut straight through Tina soul like a knife. As soon as she realized that Hank was involved, her worst fears were aroused. In those seconds, she guessed that the Council were doubling crossing her. She decided instantly that she had to do whatever was required to prevent Michelle from being harmed.
"Follow me," Tina said as she grabbed Michelle's arm and led her away. Michelle stumbled as Tina led her back to Monica's car. As soon as Michelle saw the car, she knew that it was her ride out.
Tina jumped in the driver's seat. She had remembered that Monica had left the keys in the car. The area was so remote that it would never be stolen.
Tina reached over and opened the passenger door for Michelle, but Michelle just hesitated as Tina beckoned. Michelle tried to think why she should trust Tina. She might just drive her back to the mansion.
"Get in," Tina called.
Michelle hesitated, still unsure. After all, Tina was the person responsible for her current predicament.
"Look. They'll be here in less than five minutes. Do you want me to help you or not."
Michelle's mind was finally made up. She looked at Tina and something told her that she could trust Tina. She quickly climbed in the passenger seat. Tina then drove away, spinning the wheels as she did so.
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Hank and Mary were continuing with their interrogation of Sarah, attempting to determine the amount of information that Sarah had disclosed to Michelle, both consciously and subconsciously.
For Mary, it was a huge disappointment. She had taken a risk in allowing Sarah to look after Michelle and it now appeared that her plan had backfired. Her job now was damage limitation.
They had established that Sarah had coerced Michelle into wearing all those clothes and had impressed upon her the need to appear to be adjusting. It wasn't quite as bad as Mary had feared. At least Sarah didn't say why it was so important for her to appear to adjust, or divulge anything really vital. But the real problem now, was that they wouldn't be able to tell if Michelle was ever truly adjusting. Even if Michelle did start to genuinely accept her new life, Hank would simply say that she was faking it, just to be reprieved.
As Mary looked over at Sarah, she realized that she couldn't blame her for what she did. Michelle after all, saved the lives of her family. It was obvious that Sarah would do whatever was necessary to protect Michelle. Mary blamed herself for this oversight, although she realized she had little choice at the time. The other two women assigned to Michelle were not that sympathetic to Michelle's cause.
Mary was about to ask Sarah another question when she heard a call. She noticed that both Hank and Sarah heard the call as well. But she knew that the call wasn't an ordinary call. She could hear it inside her head. It was a telepathic call for help. She instantly placed the source as Monica, the person who accompanied Tina.
Mary, Hank and Sarah slowly walked into the hallway. They could see that others were gathering. They had obviously heard the telepathic call and were questioning what it meant.
Mary called out to a man, "Go and check on Michelle," she said. The man rushed upstairs.
By now, they could all recognize exactly what was happening. Although it was a telepathic call, it wasn't a cry for help as if a person was in danger, but more of a call for assistance. Mary guessed that the source was several miles away.
"Oh my God, what's happened to Tina," Sarah cried, as she realized that the call came from Monica, the person escorting Tina.
"Go and help her," Mary called to several people. They all retrieved their car keys, ran outside and climbed into their respective cars, none of them sure what awaited them.
The man who Mary had sent up to check on Michelle quickly appeared at the top of the stairs. "It's Michelle. She's gone," he shouted.
Mary was utterly stunned. She couldn't believe it. How could Michelle be gone? She ran up the stairs as fast as she could and along the corridor to Michelle's room. The door was wide open. When Mary ran inside, she saw the three guards looking around bewildered. She instantly saw the opened window.
"Get out there and fucking find her?" Mary shouted.
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Tina continued to drive at record speed. She knew the roads to take in order to get away the quickest. Tina knew that getting away quickly was very important, because her group might be able to use some magic against her. Although her own magical protection prevented any Kithra from casting spells against her, there were other methods that could be used, but only at a close range, so she knew she had to get out of the immediate vicinity.
Once they were on the interstate, Tina guessed that she was finally out of range and she slowed down to a normal pace, so as not to attract attention.
Michelle glanced over at Tina. She felt a mixture of emotions. Sitting beside her was the person responsible for her being female. It was because of her that she was transformed into a sex object. But although she hated being female, she found that she couldn't hate Tina for it. She knew deep down that Tina hadn't intentionally done it to her. It was, after all, an accident.
For Tina, it was equally difficult. She knew the possible fate that awaited Michelle. But everyone had assured Tina that it just wouldn't happen. The vast majority would not allow Hank and his supporters to hurt Michelle. But when Michelle told her that they were actually going to do it and Monica telepathically called for help, instinct took over. In that moment, she had to do everything she could to help Michelle.
However, the consequences of her decision were now beginning to sink through to her. She was in enough trouble for transforming Michelle in the first place, but the punishment for helping Michelle to escape would be very severe indeed. Tina knew that the pair of them could be on the run for the rest of their lives.
She wasn't even sure if they could escape. No one had ever successfully left their group. But up until now, no one else had experienced the enormous need to leave that Tina was feeling.
Tina knew that she was making a hell of a commitment going with Michelle. Even if they were not caught, she would lose all her friends and family forever. But Tina also realized, that because of her own actions, Michelle had lost all of her friends and family as well. She also remembered that Michelle had risked her life to save her entire family. In that instant, she decided that she would give her own life to help Michelle, so running away with her was a comparatively small favor.
"So, you grew up around here then?" Michelle said after a few minutes, trying to get some conversation going.
"Yeah," Tina replied. She had wanted to say something more, but just couldn't think of anything appropriate.
"Is that... when Andrew was a girl," Michelle said. She glanced over and saw the surprise in Tina's face.
"Y-You know about that," Tina replied.
Michelle nodded, "Mary told me."
"Yes," Tina nodded. "Andrea turned into Andrew and I was turned into the Tina you see now, so we had to move away. I never liked living in California. I've always thought of Boston as home," Tina remarked smiling.
"So why do it, if you didn't want to move away," Michelle questioned.
"It's a long story," Tina replied.
Michelle sighed. "Tina," she said with the tone of her voice a little sterner. "Ever since I woke up today, no one has told me a damn thing. Everyone tells me they're acting in my best interests, but no one says anything. When will someone tell me what's going on."
Tina was silent for a few seconds. Disclosing their secrets to an outsider was one of the worst things she could possibly do. But things couldn't get much worse for her than they already were.
"What do you want to know?" Tina said.
"Everything," Michelle replied, her hopes raised that finally she might find out some real information.
Tina nodded, "Okay. I'll tell you want you want to know," she said, before speaking aloud, "Now where to I start?"
"How about the beginning," Michelle suggested.
Tina thought for a few seconds, then nodded, "Yeah. I'll start from the very beginning."
Tina took a deep breath. It was going to be a long story. "Okay. We're called the Kithra. We're witches and our kind has been around in some form or another for longer than anyone can remember, but I'm going to start the story a few centuries back. Back then, we never had any real powers to speak of, but we were always persecuted and ridiculed. When the New World was discovered, our ancestors moved to the Americas in hope of finding some peace."
"Things didn't work out though. The Salem witch trials are a part of history. But the really sad thing was that most of those killed were innocent and had nothing to do with us."
Tina took a pause. She was telling the story very slowly, "The big problem back then, was the amount of time it took for a Kithra to train. I'm not talking about a few years, but decades, and even after that, they didn't have as much power as we do today. You see, the hardest part about magic is learning how to channel magical energy. It could take a lifetime to learn.
"Anyway, back then they found a shortcut. Records are patchy, so we're not completely sure what happened, but a very old witch managed to develop a magical spell, which would physically transform a person so that their body could channel magic as easy as if they'd be training for years. It would make their body a superconducter for magical energy.
"It made a huge difference. The new breed of witches learned magic faster than anyone before them because their bodies were so much more receptive to it. They still looked the same, but under the hood, their bodies were capable of channeling magic far better than ever before.
"Now, what happened next is important, but I'm going to skip it for now and tell you why you're now a woman and why can't you be turned back?"
Tina took a long pause for the first time in her story. What she had just said was recited to her when her mother first told her about witches. The next part wasn't going to be so easy to explain.
"Our parents tell us about witchcraft from a young age, but it's always in a joking nature. In a way, they're secretly training us and preparing us, but they keep the actual magic a secret from us. When we're over eighteen, they tell us the whole truth.
"We're then given a choice if we want to become a true Kithra. The only real way to become Kithra is to have our bodies transformed so that we can channel magic. There are two versions of the Transformation spell. There's the reduced one, which we use whenever we transform anyone normal. It just transforms the body, nothing else. Then there's the full version of the spell, which also changes a person's body so that they can channel magic.
"You see, once we've had the full version of the Transformation spell cast upon us, we are stuck with that body for life, so beforehand, our parents give us the option of changing our physical appearance as well. They transform us a couple of times using the reduced version of the spell, so that we can make an informed choice.
"A few of us decide to change their gender at the same time. My sister, Andrea was always butch and she jumped at the chance to become a guy, so she was turned into Andrew just before she was exposed to the full version of the spell. But most of us want to stay roughly the same, so we pick an improved version of our own body, just like I did.
"Anyway, two days ago, I was trying to transform myself into your sexual fantasy. Because I was transforming myself, I had to use the full Transformation spell; the reduced one just doesn't work on myself. Now, whenever I cast it on myself, all I have to do is visualize the form I want. But because I wanted to be your dream girl, I had to cast that part of the spell on you. That's when things went wrong."
"I didn't just turn you into a woman. I turned you into Kithra, just like me. That tingling sensation you felt when we got you back. That was your magical protection kicking in. You're now immune to everyone else's magic and you can't be turned back." Tina finished.
Michelle listened carefully to every word. Although Tina had told her ten times more than everyone else had, it still did not explain a few vital facts.
"But why did you have to try to transform yourself. Like I said to Mary, I would have preferred to make love to you as you are, not as... this," she asked. This was something Mary had refused to answer.
Tina started to reply, but she stopped herself. She knew that Michelle would not like the answer.
"Tina, why?" Michelle pressed.
Tina relented. She would have to tell this to Michelle eventually, but she decided to start with some more background information and ease into the answer gently.
"There are less than a hundred members in our group. We are banned from having loving relationships outside our group. We can be friends, even sexual partners, but never lovers. It just doesn't work. So we tend to interbreed a lot, but some of us still choose to have... children from... other sources."
Tina took another deep breath. That was enough background information. Now she had to tell Michelle; "That's why I was transforming myself into your sexual fantasy. I wanted you to... get me pregnant. You would never have remembered making love to me. You would have remembered making love to... well," Tina said as she waved her hand at Michelle's body.
Michelle's jaw dropped open, "So you just wanted a stud to get you pregnant. Is that all I was to you." It was hard on Michelle. Being told that she would have to spend the rest of her life as a sex kitten just because Tina wanted a baby wasn't easy to take.
"NO," Tina called. "You mean much more to me than that. That was the problem. I couldn't make love to you because I didn't know if I could make you forget about it."
Michelle hung her head in defeat. Neither person spoke for several minutes as Michelle digested in her mind what Tina had told her.
"But that still doesn't explain why I was being tied up back in that house and what's all this magical protection for?" Michelle eventually asked, now wanting to know everything.
"I know," Tina replied. "That's the bit I missed out. I'll explain that later, but first, let's find somewhere and pull over," Tina explained. It wasn't easy attempting to tell a story while driving.
"Okay," Michelle said. "But Tina, tell me one thing. Why are you helping me now?"
Tina looked over again, "Michael... Michelle, look at yourself. I DID this to you. You saved my life and now I've ruined yours. I don't think I can ever make it up to you, but I'm gonna do whatever it takes to protect you and if that means I have to run away with you... I'll do it."
Michelle glanced over at Tina and saw that she was telling the truth. She instantly felt a little guilty. Sarah was right when she said that Tina was blaming herself, but Michelle knew that she was also to blame because of her powers. Tina drove on, looking for a rest point.