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I've finally completed the first part of the sequel to I Was a 
Teenage Sorceress.  It's not the story in full, but I've been 
promising this story for so long I thought I'd better publish as I 
completed rather than publishing all at once when I completed them.

The previous installments of this story line are republished under 
the heading "Witch Chronicles".

WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale
WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth
WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn
WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1
WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2
WITCH CHRONICLES 006 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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A TG WITCH'S TALE

Good day.  I'm not exactly sure why I'm writing this.  Maybe it's 
confession, maybe it's just a way for me to get my thoughts on paper 
before I try to fix the problem.  I don't know.

To start with, a little information about me.  I'm a Witch.  Not a 
member of the Wiccan religion, but a real live, bonafied, 
card-carrying, spell-casting Witch (ok, the reason I'm card-carrying 
is that I like to cast a spell that produces a card that says WITCH 
in nice Old English style print.  It's a neat party trick, but really 
a frivolous use of my abilities).  I am the offspring of a female 
Witch and a human male (please, no "Bewitched" jokes).

Before we go any further, let me disabuse any readers of some of the 
common myths about Witches.  As a rule, we don't have cloven hooves, 
third nipples, use black cats, stand over weird cauldrons mixing 
bubbling brews, or many of the other commonly held misconceptions 
about Witches.  Where do these ideas come from?  Two things, the 
Transformation and the Crutch.  What, you may ask, are these two 
things?

I'll start by explaining the Crutch.  Every Witch (and the male 
counterpart, Warlock) uses a casting aid, something to focus the 
mind, so as to allow a spell to go off.  The Crutch is always 
something hard for the Witch to do, but not impossible.  A Witch who 
is lousy at cooking might be required to concoct a nice food while 
casting a spell (hence the cauldron bit), a Witch with a mild allergy 
to cats might have to stroke and pet a cat in order to use her magic. 
My crutch?  I have to rhyme my spells.  And believe me, it's not as 
easy as you might think.

Now onto the Transformation.  During the birthday of the year 
following any multiple of six (7, 13, 19, etc.) the Witch gains their 
powers and undergoes a physical transformation and picks up an 
unusual physical trait (a third nipple, a tail, cloven hooves, etc). 
Although not a hard and fast rule, the older the change, the more 
powerful the Witch, and the more radical the transformation.  As for 
when the Transformation occurs, about 10% occur at age 7, 55% at age 
13, 25% at age 19, 9.5% at age 25, and less than 1/2% occur during 
later years.  My own occurred at the age of 31.  And believe me, 
looking back at it, the extra power wasn't worth it.  I'd've much 
rather it occurred at an earlier age or not at all.

"Not at all?" you ask.  "How is that possible? Aren't you a Witch?" 
Yes, but I'm also the offspring of a human/Witch mating (not as 
uncommon as you might think) and only about one in ten of us ever 
become Witches.  My own sister is... was a normal human.  And when I 
got past my 25th birthday without a Transformation, I figured I was 
as normal as she.

What was my Transformation?  Let me put it this way, I'm a Witch, not 
a Warlock, but when I was born I was given the name, Alexander. 
That's right, I became a woman.  A she-male actually.  I still have 
my penis.  I suppose I shouldn't complain.  The two others I know of 
who Transformed after their 30th birthday (one at 31, one at 37) 
suffered much worse.  One became a centaur, the other's arms became 8 
foot octopus tentacles.  But both of them were descended from a 
Witch/Warlock mating and were prepared for the eventuality of a 
late-life Transformation.

Me, I was in bed with my fiance when I woke up with my new body.  And 
it took quite a bit of explaining when she woke with her arms wrapped 
around me.  Needless to say, she's no longer my fiance.  Oh, we're 
still good friends, but the Transformation was more than an 
appearance change.  I have the normal sexual desires of a 31 year old 
woman.  (Oh, not that I just went through my Transformation; I've 
been a Witch for almost fifteen years now, but I've cast spells to 
keep my body from aging.  By the way, that's where the myth of 
Witches being immortal comes from.  Most Witches don't live past 
90-100 years, but don't look any older than they did when in their 
twenties or thirties.)  And believe me, losing all sexual interest in 
your partner does tend to put a crimp in a relationship.

I also lost my job.  I was a teacher at a high school, and I don't 
think they would've understood my sudden change in appearance.  Oh, I 
suppose I could've cast a spell to make everyone think I had always 
been a woman, but tampering with minds has three problems; one, it's 
very tricky, particularly when done en masse as I would've had to do; 
two, it tends to fail at the most inopportune times; and three, it's 
just plain wrong.  Besides, I didn't just become a woman, I became a 
living sexual fantasy.  I'm 6' tall (and this after loosing 6" in the 
Transformation) and my measurements are 40EE (that's right, I have a 
double E cup size)-24-36, and I've got a face that would make a 
super-model jealous.  And when you look like that you do not want to 
have to deal with classes filled with hormone infested teenage boys. 
So I call them up with a story about a family emergency, tender my 
resignation, and move.

Now as to my problem.  Seven years ago, my little sister and her 
husband were killed by a drunk driver, a drunk driver who now is 
plagued by a magical demon that only he can see every time he gets 
drunk (the ass got off with 7 years probation thanks to political 
pull and a wishy-washy judge).  She was survived by two children, one 
boy, then 11, and one girl, then 6.  And since I was their only 
living family, it fell to me to take them in.  David (the son) became 
sullen and moody, and after learning I was a Witch spent a few months 
blaming me for not having saved them  (little help, since I had been 
doing the same thing).  Elizabeth retreated into her dance.

When Elizabeth turned 13 was when it all started.  Elizabeth started 
developing early, at around 9, and by age 13, she had developed a D 
cup, and it was really throwing off her balance for the dance.  Now, 
I suppose I should've seen it coming, and better prepared both of 
them for the possibility, but I just didn't even see it as a 
possibility.  It was the day before Christmas, and it was Elizabeth's 
birthday, and I was down in the kitchen, spelling up a cake (I always 
made a big deal about Elizabeth's birthday since it came the day 
before Christmas), when I heard something that scared me like nothing 
else in my life.  Elizabeth screamed in terror, and David yelled "OH 
MY GOD!"

Without even thinking I recited,

"Firecrackers pop and bombs go boom,
Let me now be in the kids' room"

and I was there.  (Pretty bad, huh?  Believe me, I've come up with 
worse rhymes)

Elizabeth was standing in the middle of the room, the back of her 
leotard torn out, where a devil's tail (long, slender, prehensile, 
and with a pointy tip) had grown through it.  David was on his ass by 
his bed, his shirt ripped open, a pair of HUGE tits, tits almost as 
big as my own, hanging from his chest.  Now, the beginning of what 
had happened was obvious, Elizabeth was a Witch, and had just 
undergone her Transformation, and cast a spell on her brother, 
probably unintentionally, causing him to grow tits.  Why didn't I see 
it coming?  Because the offspring of the human offspring of a 
human/Witch mating has less than a 1 in ten thousand chance of being 
a witch.

"What happened?" I yelled.

Elizabeth ran over and wrapped her arms around my legs.  Through a 
sobbing voice, she said, "Oh, auntie.  I was dancing and David was 
standing there making fun of me and then I felt this strange 
sensation and all of the sudden my leotard ripped, I had this tail 
and David had tits and...  and..."

"Calm down, calm down.  The sensation you had, did it start in your 
crotch, run up your spine, go over the top of your head, and stop 
right here?"  I touched her forehead, the spot between her eyebrows 
commonly known among human mystics as the "third eye".

"Yes."

"And what were you thinking about when you had that feeling?"

"Well, Davey was making fun of me because of... of my..."

"Of your having large breasts for your age?"

"Yeah, and I was wishing he knew what it was to have to deal with big tits."

David said, "Oh my god.  What happened?"

"It seems your sister is a Witch.  She just underwent her 
Transformation, and apparently her Crutch is dancing.  So her wish 
became a spell she cast on you."

On the verge of hysteria, David asked, "Can't you get rid of these things?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?  I thought you were supposed to be the most powerful witch 
alive!"  I think I should mention here something about human/Witch 
half-breeds such as myself.  At first thought, it might seem that 
being half-human would dilute the powers of the Witchly side, but, in 
point of fact, the exact opposite is true.  The human half acts like 
the grounding prong in a three-prong plug, allowing the Witch to 
handle a much higher level of power.  So between my late-life 
Transformation, my human half, and my birthday falling on a high holy 
day for witches (Halloween), it was no boast when David called me the 
most powerful Witch alive.

But seeing David on the verge of a breakdown, I said,

"By the morning's dawn,
Hysteria be gone"

Almost immediately, David calmed down, caught his breath, and asked, 
"Please, aunt Sarah, can't you get rid of these?"

"David," no one called him Davey except for his sister, "even before 
my Transformation, I was a teacher, and that didn't change after.  My 
specialty is teaching new Witches how to control their powers."

"Well, doesn't that include counter-spells?"

"The basics, yes.  But spell casting is an art form, and spells that 
work against other spells is a particularly tricky branch of magic. 
Now don't worry, I'll go call someone and see what the best course of 
action is.  Wait here."

I then walked downstairs, picked up the receiver, and said,

"One of the saddest films is Old Yeller,
Connect me with a master counter-speller"

The phone rang, and the other end picked up.  "Hello, Dawn's Magic Shop."

"Yes, this is Witch Sarah.  I'm looking for a master counter-speller."

"This is Witch Dawn speaking."  Now another aspect of the Witch 
sub-culture is that, when we call each other on the phone, we simply 
call ourselves Witch (or Warlock).  It saves time and energy, not 
having to cast spells that let us know whether we're talking to a 
human or Witch.  Now you might wonder why we're not worried about a 
human hearing us say we're Witches.  Well, point blank, most humans 
just don't believe we exist, so they just blow it off when we say it.

Quickly I outlined the problem, and Dawn told me about some problems 
and gave me the number of a specialist in Ireland.  I contacted him, 
dialing the number manually.  I explained what had happened, and he 
told me some bad news.

David was making his way downstairs when I hung up.  "Well what's 
going on?  How do we get rid of these?"

"We don't."

"What?  Why not?"

"I contacted both a master counter-speller and an expert in Witchly 
Transformations.  Both agree.  Elizabeth's powers are in a state of 
flux.  Any counter-spells cast against her before it stabilizes could 
cause her irreparable damage."

"Well, can't they be hidden or something?"

"Hiding the effects of a spell is a form of counter-spell."

"Well, how long till they can be counter-spelled?"

"Three to six months."

"Three to six months?  You mean I've got to deal with these tits for 
up to half a year?!"

"Possibly longer."

"What?  Why?"

"After three to six months, your body and the spell may adapt to each 
other, in which case the only person who can counter-spell it safely 
will be Elizabeth.  And it could be as much as three years before she 
has enough skill and experience to counter a major transformation 
like the one you've undergone."

"Three years?  Can't you do something?"

"Elizabeth, why don't you go upstairs and get ready for your birthday 
party while I talk with your brother."

"Auntie?" Elizabeth said tentatively.

"Yes, hun?"

"What about this?"  She brought her tail around in front of her.

"Wrap it around your leg and wear loose pants.  I'll cast a 
veil-spell just before the party to make it less noticeable."

"Yes, ma'am."

After Elizabeth went upstairs, David asked, "If you can cast a spell 
to cover her tail, why not to cover these breasts?"

"David, after your sister wraps her tail around her leg and gets 
those pants on, the only thing that'll show is a small bump at the 
base of her spine.  I can cover that with a spell that basically 
starches the back of her pants.  These," I waved at David's new 
chest, "are not exactly small things to cover up."

"Isn't there anything you can do?"

"David, I'll be honest.  Even if those specialists had told me I 
could counter-spell this immediately, I had decided before I called 
that you were at least going to spend the rest of Christmas vacation 
with tits."

"Why?!"

"Ever since your parents died, you have been sullen, moody, and at 
times, just plain nasty to everyone around you.  Now I did my best to 
be understanding and tolerant because of your loss, but a few months 
ago, you started getting nasty to your sister, who, in case you've 
forgotten, has lost just as much as you have."

"But, I didn't..."

"Didn't what?  Want to hurt her?  Didn't mean it?  David, there is NO 
excuse for the way you have treated your sister.  Your teasing has 
been just plain mean.  Hell, you've been worse than a lot of the 
bullies she goes to school with."

"Okay, I get the point.  But 6 months?  I'm supposed to graduate in 
5.  Isn't there anything that can be done?"

"Well, I wasn't going to tell you, but the second expert I contacted 
said there might be something we could do."

"I'll do anything."

"It's not something that we can do today, so why don't you go 
upstairs and help your sister get dressed for her party."

"Yes, ma'am."

Luckily for all of us, the party went off without a hitch.  Nobody 
noticed that every so once in a while, Elizabeth's right pant leg 
moved a little strangely.  I traded recipe's for cakes with some of 
the mothers who stayed around to help look after the kids, and 
flirted with the single fathers.  And believe me, if I hadn't had a 
houseful of kids, I probably would've fucked one or more right in the 
middle of the kitchen.

I feel I should mention, a Witch can cast spells that cover her 
Transformation.  The spells just won't last longer than 12 hours, and 
can only be cast once every other day.  So I can make it with three 
guys at a time (and have done so), with them being none the wiser. 
Now maybe you think I'm a slut because of that, but remember, I have 
the normal sex drive of a 31 year old woman, and a woman reaches her 
sexual peak at the age of 35. (And I haven't had sex in the last 
seven years.  I'm a little frustrated, as you might imagine.)

After the party, everybody went home.  A few offered to help clean 
up, but didn't press the issue when I refused.  Not that I blame 
them, it was Christmas Eve.  I cast the spells to clean up, create 
and decorate the tree, and move all the presents from their hiding 
places to under the tree (after seven years of this, I could rattle 
those spells off in my sleep).  I waited for Santa (he is a real 
being, it's just human disbelief that prevents him from visiting 
human homes) then went to bed.

The next day, we passed out presents, and I saved one special one for 
last.  David was actually in good spirits that morning, even though 
his tits kept slipping out of the robe he was wearing.  After 
everything was passed out, I handed the present to David.  He opened 
it, and held up the contents.  It was a full-length dress that was 
all the rage with the 17-19 crowd, well amongst the women at least.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Your possible cure."

"What do you mean?  I have to wear a dress?"

"Not exactly.  The second expert I talked to, the one who has studied 
Transformation, and Transformation induced spells, is of the opinion, 
that if Elizabeth's wish is fulfilled then the spell could be broken 
and you'd return to normal."

"Her wish?"

"Remember, she wished you'd know what it's like to have to deal with big tits."

"Well, I've gone almost a day with these, and I am sorry for the 
teasing I did.  Isn't that enough.  Haven't I learned enough?"

"David, you haven't learned a fraction of what it's like.  You 
haven't learned what it's like to talk to a man and know that he 
doesn't even see your face.  You don't know what it's like to hear 
small minded women whisper just loud enough for you to hear that you 
must be some kind of slut just because you're big busted.  You don't 
know about the teasing, the harassment, anything about looking like a 
big busted sex kitten."

"But a dress?"

"David, the only way you're going to be able to go outside with those 
tits without drawing a lot of really bad attention to yourself is if 
you let me cast a spell to make you look like a woman."

"I thought you said you couldn't change me."

"I can't tamper with your tits, but I can change the rest of you to 
match your breasts."

"And if I do this, I'll change back?"

"Maybe, no guarantees."

"And what happens if this doesn't break the spell?"

"We experience a sudden family emergency, and move to another town. 
The school will send your records to the new school we enroll you in, 
but the school gets the records of a girl rather than of David."

Elizabeth asked, "Please, Davey.  I've always wanted a sister.  And 
it won't be forever."

Now, despite his cruel treatment of his sister, David did love her, 
and really couldn't deny her anything she asked for (it was why, at 
the age of 18, he was still sharing a room with her).  So, it was no 
surprise when he sighed, and said, "Okay.  I guess it's best for all 
concerned."

"How complete do you want your disguise?"

"Complete?"

"Well, you've seen me in the nude.  Do you want a body like mine, 
where you retain your manhood?  Or do you want to go all the way?"

David gulped.  "All the way?"

"Do you want a cunt and vagina?"

Elizabeth started something with, "David, could you -?"

But I quickly stopped her.  "Elizabeth, this is David's decision. 
Let him make it on his own."

David asked, "Do I have to get rid of my cock?"

"Of course not.  I wouldn't offer if you did."

"Then I'll keep it."

"Don't be so hasty.  There are some drawbacks.  If you keep your dick 
you'll have to be very careful about where you go and what you wear."

"What do you mean?"

"No going to the public pool.  You won't be able to shower in the 
group showers they have.  If you go to the gym, you'll have to go in 
sweats rather than change there.  You'll have to avoid tight pants. 
In fact you should avoid pants whenever possible.  And if you ever go 
into a public restroom where the stalls have no doors, you'll have to 
be very careful that no one sneaks a peek."

David thought about it for a minute, and said, "I still want to keep it."

"Okay.  Stand up," I told him while standing myself.  David stood and I began.

"Painter's paint and Carpenter's nail,
Let David's form now be female"

The magic leapt from my fingers and swirled around David.  He then 
shrunk down a half foot (from 5'10" to 5'4"), his waist and shoulders 
contracted, his hips widened, his legs and arms thinned and tapered, 
the hair on them disappearing, his face took a more definitely female 
cast, and his nails and hair lengthened.

David brought his arms up, his hands no longer long enough to pass 
the cuffs.  "What about my clothes?" he asked in a very womanly voice.

"Ice will chill and cocoa will warm,
Let David's clothes fit his new form"

Most of the magic (in the form of many sparkles) shot upstairs to 
David's room, but one magic sparkle flew over and touched David. 
Since his new form was so much smaller than his old, the robe he was 
wearing had fallen open and I could see his boxers.  But when the 
magic touched him the boxers shrank and became a pair of sheer, 
hi-cut panties (silk of course).  His robe shrank and shifted to 
match his new body, became thinner and translucent, and picked up a 
nice pink ruffle along all its edges.

David cinched up the robe.  "Okay, now I guess I'm ready to face the 
world as a girl."

Something was wrong though.  I gave him the once over, then noticed 
what it was.

"By the power of the witches of yore,
David, now gain a woman's behavior"

A blast of magic shot from my fingertips, and struck David in the head.

In his new lilting voice, David asked, "What was that for?"

"Untie your robe."  David gave me a quizzical look, but did as I said 
(we were not a family that had any taboos on nudity).  "Now retie 
it."  David shrugged and did as asked.  "Much better."

"What's better?"

Elizabeth told him.  "Davey, a girl ties her robe right over left. 
After Aunt Sarah made you look like a girl, you still tied it left 
over right like a boy.  Now you're tying it correctly."

David looked down and saw that the right panel of his robe was on 
top.  A little bit of fear entered his voice as he asked, "Am I going 
to start liking boys?"

"No.  You'll just be sure to behave like a girl in all those actions 
that we normally don't think about.  Now you look, act, and even 
sound like a girl.  Which brings up another question.  What do you 
want to be called?"

"Called?"

"We can't call you David.  Or for that matter, Davey or Dave, or 
anything like that.  Those are boys' names.  So, you need to chose a 
girl's name."

David thought about it and said, "How about Daphne?"

"It's a beautiful name.  Daphne it is.  Now, one last thing.

Although doing so may seem to be horrid,
Let this family produce Daphne when we think of David"  (Ouch.  That 
one barely made it)

A magical feeling passed over us.  "There.  Now we'll always remember 
to say or write Daphne instead of David when thinking of you."

"So now I'm Daphne?"

"For the time being.  If you ever get lost, and wonder what a girl 
might do, just go ahead and lose yourself in the spells."

"Okay, so what do we do now?"

"We get ready for our Christmas movie."  One of the biggest 
advantages to being able to cast spells is that you save lots and 
lots of time.  A Christmas feast that would take a normal human all 
day to make, I can whip up in a few seconds.  So our family had made 
it a Christmas tradition to spend all day at the movie theater, 
catching two or three matinees before going home for our Christmas 
meal.

"You mean we're going to go out with me like this?"

"What do you think all this spelling has been for?"

"But?"

"Relax, you'll do fine."

"Well, okay, if you say so.  Come on, Lizard," David's pet name for 
Elizabeth, "let's go get ready."

As the newly rechristened Daphne took Elizabeth upstairs, I cast another spell,

"Because a surfer likes to shoot the curls,
Let Daphne's room now be a girl's."

After about an hour, Daphne and Elizabeth came down.  Elizabeth was 
in a new floral print dress that I had picked up for her birthday and 
looked the perfect image of young beauty.  But Daphne...  Daphne was 
stunning.  He had decided on the new dress I had bought, which hugged 
his new form beautifully.  His make-up and hair had been expertly 
done (thanks to the spells, Daphne now had all the knowledge he 
needed to pass as a girl) and strode down the stairs with divinely 
feminine grace (and this despite the 3" heels he had decided on).  He 
had chosen a small purse with a thin strap that was now slung over 
his shoulder.

Daphne walked up, saying, "That was amazing.  My entire half of our 
room had changed.  Different sheets, blankets, my dresser was covered 
in make-up, hair spray, and other girl stuff."

"The benefits of magic."

"Y'know, I thought I'd have a lot of trouble getting the bra on, and 
walking in heels, but it just seems natural now, like I've been doing 
it all my life.  And I just seemed to know how to apply my make-up. 
Was that your doing, too?"

"Of course.  An eighteen year old girl who doesn't know how to apply 
make-up or walk in heels would draw way too much attention."

"Of course, there is a drawback now."

"What's that?"

"Now I can't really get mad at girls when they're late.  I never 
realized how complicated it was getting ready to go out as a lady."

I laughed a bit, checked to make sure that Elizabeth had her tail 
wrapped around her waist, under her blouse and then sent everybody 
out to the car.  We went to the movies and watched the first two 
movies without incident.  Shortly after the start of the third, 
Daphne had to use the bathroom.  She returned a little while later 
and started munching on some popcorn.  Shortly afterwards the manager 
came up and asked us to come to his office.

"What's the problem?"

"Please, ma'am, I'd like to discuss this in my office."

As we walked upstairs, I asked Daphne, "Do you know what this is about?"

"Uhm, maybe."

"What?"

"Well, after I got done in the bathroom, one of the guys from the 
concession stand tried to press up on me.  I tried to let him know I 
wasn't interested, but he wouldn't take the hint."

"So what did you do?"

"Kneed him in the groin.  Got a round of applause from the ladies he 
works with."

And I want to let everybody who is reading this story know that I 
tried to keep a straight, serious face, but I couldn't help smiling 
at what had happened.  I am of the personal opinion that any man who 
gets a knee to the groin, in all likelihood, deserves it.  And this 
sounded like no exception.

When we got up to the office, the manager sat down and waved his hand 
at the seats across from him (making me realize that this man was no 
gentleman).  "Miss, we have a problem."

"Oh?" I asked, as coyly as possible.

"It seems your daughter," waving at Daphne.

"Niece," I corrected him.

"Your niece assaulted one of my workers.  Now, I don't want to make a 
scene, so I'll just refund your money if you and your family leave 
quietly."

As he started to reach into his desk, I said, "No."

He stopped short.  "Excuse me?  Do you want the police involved?"

I looked at his nameplate.  "Mister Jackson, my niece informed me of 
what happened.  It seems your employee tried to, in the common 
vernacular, push up on her.  Now I may be older than I look, but I am 
not so out of touch that I don't know what that particular phrase 
means."  The manager tried to say something, but I went on without 
letting him speak.  "She then attempted to tell him that she had no 
interest in him, but he refused to get the hint and refused to let 
her return to the theater.  So she responded in the only way 
possible.  Getting a round of applause from the jerk's co-workers, I 
might add.  So if you want to get the police involved," I picked up 
the phone and handed it to him, "you go right ahead."

"But she-"

"She nothing.  Mister Jackson, how would you like me to contact some 
of the local women's groups and tell them that not only do you employ 
overgrown boys who have nothing to do but harass young women on the 
job, but defend their hormonally charged bull rather than 
disciplining them for inappropriate business behavior.  I'm sure the 
owners of this theater, your bosses, would love to see the news 
reports of women picketing the theater over your sexist business 
practices."

The manager gulped.  "Well, I suppose we could just forget all this happened."

"Oh, no, no, no.  You ruin our movie, accuse my niece of 
inappropriate behavior, try to run us off, then think you're just 
going to blow this off?"  Did I neglect to mention that, ever since 
my Transformation, I have gained the opinion that the similarities 
between the pronunciation of witch and bitch are not a coincidence? 
"You will reimburse us for the movie, you will apologize for wasting 
our time, you will, in front of your employees, apologize to my niece 
for your employee's improper behavior, and then you will make 
especially sure to discipline said employee for said improper 
behavior.  Got it?"

The manager stammered out an acknowledgement and an apology, refunded 
our money, then apologized to Daphne in front of the employees.  We 
went back and finished the movie.  As we left, I gave the manager a 
look that let him know I hadn't been kidding about starting a boycott.

When we got home I asked Daphne, "So how did you like your first day 
as a woman?"

"Well, except for that bit with the movie guy, it was kind of fun."

"Well, I hate to say it, but get used to it.  Boys don't tend to 
start acting more mature for a few more years.  And even at my age, 
you run into far too many like him."

"Yeah, but you really put that manager in his place."

"Well that, my dear, was one of the advantages of being a woman. 
When people mistreat you, as long as you handle it intelligently, you 
get to act like a bitch and nobody says boo.  Now it's time for you 
and your sister to get ready for dinner."

"Okay."

As Daphne and Elizabeth prepared for dinner, I cast the spells that 
made dinner (dinner always tastes better when I use a separate spell 
for each dish).  We had a really good dinner (I must say, I spell up 
a great dinner), and Daphne took Elizabeth upstairs when she fell 
asleep at the table (another Christmas ritual we've got).  After a 
few minutes, Daphne came down and asked, "Can I talk to you?"

Now this was surprising.  Usually, David stays upstairs after 
Christmas dinner and reads, and my spells wouldn't have changed his 
behavior that much.  "Sure.  What about?"

"Well, while we were getting ready for dinner, Elizabeth and I were 
chatting.  She's a lot more vocal with her sister than she was with 
her brother.  And, well, I think there's something you should chat 
with her about."

"What?"

"Well, it seems there's this boy she really likes at school, and 
she's worried about a little something."

"What?  There's not much I can tell her about being a teenage girl. 
Don't forget, up till my 31st birthday, I was a boy myself."

"It's not that."

"Well what then?"

"I'll give you a hint.  Her problem and these," Daphne lifted his 
tits and dropped them, "came into existence at about the same time."

"Oh, her tail."  Daphne nodded.  "Don't worry, I'll talk to her in 
the morning."

"Okay."

When Daphne just stood there for a while, I asked, "Is there anything else?"

"When I was at the theater in line for popcorn there was this one 
girl at the concession stand who I felt was really attractive.  And, 
if the guy in front of me hadn't jostled my tits when he turned 
around, I think I would've asked her out."

"Yes?"

"Well, didn't your spell make sure I'd act like a woman?  Shouldn't I 
be attracted to guys now?"

"Like I said before, no.  That'd be way too fundamental a change. 
You'd lose a major part of being David if I had done that."

"So what's to stop me from hitting on some babe I meet in the mall 
before I remember what I've become?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?  But I'm Daphne now."

"So Daphne's a lesbian.  I'm sure that'll break a few boys' hearts 
when they find that this big tittied babe only likes other babes, 
but, oh well."

Daphne's face brightened immediately.  "Thanks."  He turned, took a 
couple steps, then turned back and asked, "Do you really think I'm a 
babe?"

"Honey, you're as good looking a woman as you were a man."

"You think I was a good looking guy?  I didn't have that many dates."

"That's because you never asked the ladies out.  Really, the sullen, 
moody routine played itself out long ago."

Daphne walked over and looked in the wall mirror.  After looking at 
himself for a while, he said, "Was I really this good looking as a 
boy?"

"Sure.  If it weren't for the fact that I knew you had no interest in 
dicks, I'd have asked you to share my bed long ago."

Daphne blushed crimson.  "Aunt Sarah!"

"Oh, don't Aunt Sarah me."

"But we're related."

"Hun, Witches are not subject to any of the problems inherent in 
inbreeding, so we never developed any of those taboos against incest. 
And norm descendants to the second generation share that advantage, 
so you could make it with any of your distant cousins with no risks 
at all.  In fact, your mother and I lost our virginity to each other 
back when she was dating.  She wanted to know what it was like and 
whether or not it would be worth it to let her boyfriend get into her 
pants."

Daphne blushed again.  "Okay, this is way more than I needed to know."

I gave a light hearted laugh.  "Okay, sorry."

Daphne considered it for a while, then asked, "Aunt Sarah?"

"Yes?"

"Would you... teach me to make love to a woman?  I mean if I ever get 
a woman to go out with me as Daphne, and I don't know how to make 
love to her as a woman, it'd really show I wasn't born like this."

It was a silly excuse.  If Daphne got a woman into his bed, it 
wouldn't be his lack of knowledge about being a woman that betrayed 
him.  "Are you sure?"

Daphne nodded and I took him by the hand and led him upstairs.  As we 
went, I cast the spell to give me the body of a full woman. (A 
Mastered spell of mine.  A Mastered spell is a spell that a Witch has 
taken the time to study and build so that she no longer needs to 
resort to the Crutch to cast it.  Spells that hide the Transformation 
are part of most Witches' Master repertoires.)  I knew Daphne was 
having trouble resolving his feelings of lust towards me, so I wanted 
to make it as easy as possible on him.

When we got upstairs we embraced passionately.  Daphne needed no help 
from me in knowing how to kiss.  I helped him out of his dress, as he 
helped me out of mine.  After he removed my slip, he said, "Where's 
your dick?"

"I got rid of it for now.  You want to know how to make love to a 
woman, so I made myself all woman."

He said, "You didn't have to do that," but I could tell from his tone 
of voice that he was grateful I had.

But I smiled and said, "I know, but I wanted to."  We finished 
undressing and sat on the bed together.  Daphne's hands started 
wandering my body.  I had to grab his hands and slow him down.  He 
seemed very anxious to experience everything about sex as quickly as 
possible.  "Relax, Daph.  We've got all night."

Daphne got the hint, and took his time exploring every inch of my 
body.  He then kissed me, slowly pressing me to the bed.  He was 
about to mount me, and oh, how I wanted him inside me, but I had a 
responsibility to teach him the proper way to treat a lady, so I 
stopped him.  "More foreplay, hun.  Take your time with a lady."

"Uhm, what would you like me to do?"

"Kiss your way down my neck, and then kiss my tits with a lot of 
little, gentle kisses.  While you're doing that, gently rub my side 
with your hand.  Stroke with firm, but gentle pressure.  Love is not 
a race.  Take your time."

Daphne slowly kissed and loved my right tit, then repeated the 
procedure with the other.  He soon had me begging for him.  He 
climbed up on top of me, slowly rubbed his dick against my clit, 
until I was panting with desire and need.  He then pushed into me, 
pressing his body on mine, pressing his tits to mine.  We started 
moving together, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed.  To 
his credit, Daphne tried to keep it slow to give me as much as she 
could.  But after a seven year dry spell, I couldn't help myself, and 
was moving like an out of control wildcat underneath him.

After we came together, we lay there for a little while until Daphne 
re-initiated our love making.  After some brief foreplay, he was hard 
as a rock again.  This time he wanted to be on the bottom trying the 
female superior position.  I straddled myself over his hips and 
slowly took him into me.  Now I was curious about how sensitive 
Daphne's tits were and started rubbing them.  And judging from the 
sudden gasp, and the way he arched his back, I guessed that he felt 
much the same thing I did when someone rubs my tits.  Soon, he was 
bucking under me, as I had just done under him.

After we spent a few minutes just cuddling, I told him, "You better 
go back to your bed.  You know how upset your sister gets when she 
wakes up and you're not there."

"Yeah, you're right."  Daphne got up and started to pick up his 
clothes, but I told him to just leave them.  "Are we still going out 
shopping tomorrow?"

"Of course."  Another tradition of ours.  Elizabeth usually got a few 
gift certificates for her birthday and Christmas, so we made a 
tradition of going out the day after Christmas and blowing them all, 
as well as a few hundred of my own dollars (I feel I should mention 
that all Witches have a certain amount of prescient ability they can 
tap, so predicting things like the stock market, or horse races is 
really easy.  The only time you find a poor Witch is when the Witch 
decides to be poor).  Although David had never shown any real 
interest in going on these trips, neither had he made any effort to 
get out of them.  "Do you want out of it?  You should try to spend as 
much time in public as possible so as to really get the big busted 
experience."

"Oh, I'm not complaining, I was just thinking about what I wanted to 
wear tomorrow."  Daphne then returned to his room.

Curious, I got up and looked at his bra size, which turned out to be 
a 36G.  A larger cup size than mine, but with a smaller frame, 
meaning overall, his tits were slightly smaller than mine.

The next morning I got up and looked for a certain photo album I had. 
When I heard Elizabeth and Daphne moving about upstairs, I went to 
their room and knocked on the door.  "Come in," Elizabeth yelled.

I walked in, the photo album in hand.  "I've got something I want to 
show both of you."

"What is it?" Daphne asked.

"A photo album, filled with special photos."  I sat on the edge of 
Daphne's bed, and Elizabeth and Daphne sat on my sides.  "Now before 
I show you these photos there are a few things.  You must never 
discuss what you see in this album outside the family.  You must 
never show any of your friends this, or even hint that it exists. 
Understand?"

Both Daphne and Elizabeth nodded.  Daphne asked, "What's in it?"

"Family photos."

"Photos?  What's the big deal?"

I opened the album saying, "They're photos from your Grandmother's 
side of the family."  We spent the next few hours looking over photos 
of the Witches in our family.  Photos that showed Witches openly 
displaying their Transformation changes.  Included amongst them were 
things like bat ears, cat's eyes, cat's tails, and even a few 
full-body Transformations (where the body becomes a human/animal 
crossbreed).

Finally we came to a photo I knew was in there, and Daphne said, 
"That guy looks pretty normal.  What's his Transformation?"

"Nothing.  That's your Grandfather.  A normal human being.  And the 
lady with him is your Grandmother."

Then Elizabeth noticed it.  "Gramma has a tail like mine!"

"I was hoping you'd notice that.  Daphne told me that you were 
worried about telling people about your tail.  Now you have to be 
very careful about who you tell about it, but there are a good 
percentage of people who will be tolerant and understanding of 
your... difference."

"Cool.  Whatever happened to Gramma and Granpa?"

This was a bad spot for me and I started crying.  Daphne put her arm 
around me and asked, "Aunt Sarah, what's wrong?"

"When I was sixteen, dad was involved in a job related accident.  He 
was an architect, and a section of building collapsed when he was 
checking out the sight, killing him instantly.  After that, mom... 
well, she just wasn't the same.  She was depressed and sad all the 
time.  The depression disrupted the spells keeping her disease-free 
and young.  She died a couple years later from an infected wound she 
got while cutting up some chickens for dinner."  I sniffled back the 
tears and said, "You two go ahead and look at that.  But don't take 
too long.  We want to get to the after-Christmas sales early."

As I was leaving Daphne ran up to me and asked, "Aunt Sarah, what'd 
Grandpa really think about Grandma's tail?"

"Publicly, he told me he found it really sexy, and loved to feel and 
stroke it."

"And privately?"

I dropped my voice to a whisper.  "Your mother and I once snuck a 
look when we heard them doing it in their room.  Dad was on top of 
mom pumping away, with her tail firmly buried in his ass.  I asked 
him about it later, and he told me that some of the best sex he ever 
had was when she had her tail firmly inside him."

"Wow."

I shoved him back into the room.  "Now get dressed, young lady."

About an hour later, Elizabeth and Daphne came down the steps. 
Elizabeth was dressed in a simple sun dress with crew socks and low 
heels, but Daphne...  Daphne was stunning!  He was dressed in a 
simple blue dress, but the way it accentuated his new feminine curves 
was amazing.  The dress also did something for Daphne that I thought 
would make him decide never to wear such a thing.  It actually 
displayed Daphne's new cleavage.  Not a lot, mind you, but that just 
made it all the more suggestive.  I pulled her aside before we left 
and asked if he realized how suggestive his outfit actually was.

He shrugged, saying, "If I'm supposed to learn what it's like to be a 
woman, I should go all out.  Right?"

I just agreed, not wanting to tell him that he'd probably look sexy 
no matter what he wore and we left for the mall.  We spent the better 
part of the day shopping.  Now, usually David went along and just sat 
outside the stores and moped, barely agreeing to carry packages for 
his sister, but Daphne really got into the spirit of the trip, going 
into every store, making lots of purchases of his own.  After which, 
we went down to the food court, and Daphne volunteered to get the 
food (usually David sat around not eating anything).

In the mall we were in, the food court surrounds an indoor ice rink 
(I live in a city where it's warm all year round and these are the 
only places to ice skate in town), and while he was in line, Jason 
Newell, a friend of David's, skated up.  Now I think I should mention 
that most of David's friends are basically nothing more than teenage 
hoodlums, but Jason is one of the few friends of David's that I don't 
have a problem with.  He's kind, polite, and actually had the decency 
to be embarrassed when I caught him ogling me when he thought I was 
looking away.  "Hey, Elizabeth, Sarah."  I let all the kids' friends 
use my first name, even the hoodlum ones.  "Where's David?"

"David went out of town for the holidays.  Checking out some colleges 
with some distant relatives."

"Cool," he said in that nonchalant way kids have of responding to 
things when they don't have another thing to say.  At this point 
Daphne returned to the table, and Jason's eyes perked up upon seeing 
him.  "Hello.  I don't believe we've met.  My name's Jason Newell." 
Jason extended his hand, and Daphne, not knowing what else to do, 
took it.

"My name's Daphne."

As Jason took her hand, he brought it to his lips, and, like a 
gentleman kissing a lady's hand, gently pressed his lips to Daphne's 
fingers.  "It's a true pleasure to meet you."

"Daphne," I said by way of explanation, "is a cousin doing the same 
thing David is, checking out the local colleges."

"Charming.  If you decide to attend one of the local colleges, let me 
know.  It may help me decide what college to attend in the fall." 
Daphne blushed a deep crimson.  "So, Daphne, ever done much skating? 
They've got skate rentals here."

Daphne could only stammer out, "Well, uhm, I..."

Saving him, I said, "Daphne hasn't been on skates in years," since 
before his parents' death, actually, "and she's grown a bit since 
then.  She might not be real steady on her ankles."

Jason smiled.  "Well, if you're worried about falling, I assure you, 
I will stay by your side and be there to catch you."

"I don't know.  Aaa," he said almost saying aunt, "cousin Sarah?"

"You're an old enough girl to make your own decision.  Jason's 
gentleman enough not to try to take advantage of you, if that's what 
you're worried about."

Jason stood up as straight as he could.  "Milady, I assure you, your 
honor is safe with me."

"Uhm, okay, I'll go get changed."  As Jason skated away, Daphne 
leaned down and asked, "Aunt Sarah, may I borrow your credit card?"

"You have enough for a couple hours skating rental in your purse."

"Yeah, but not for a new skating outfit."

I sighed.  He was right, of course.  The blue dress he was in really 
wasn't something he could skate in.  But as I fished the card out of 
my wallet, I teased him, saying, "You've sure got the woman's 
shopping thing down."

He just kissed me on the cheek.  "Thanks."

Before he ran off, I pulled him close, saying, "You be careful out 
there.  When I told Jason you had grown, we both know it wasn't just 
in height.  You're a little more top heavy than the last time you hit 
the ice."

"Okay, I will."

After Daphne ran off, Elizabeth (who had been scarfing burgers during 
all this) asked, "Can I go with her?"

"No, hun."

"Why not?"

"Because whether or not she realizes it, Daphne's about to have her 
first date.  And that's not something a little sister should be part 
of."

"Oh."  Elizabeth finished off all her food and then Daphne's while 
Daphne skated (magic takes a lot of energy to do).

When Daphne came from the locker rooms, he was dressed in a sweater 
designed with his school's colors and a short skirt to match.  At 
first, Daphne was unsteady on his feet, and, true to his word, every 
time Daphne fell Jason was there to catch him.  But then Daphne got 
his "ice legs" back and he and Jason became a vision on the ice, 
skating together like two professional figure skaters.  (David had 
been a great skater, and his Mother and he had made regular trips to 
the ice rink when he was young.  But after his parents' death, David 
refused to even consider putting on a pair of skates.)

After about a half hour, Elizabeth went and played in the arcade, 
while I chaperoned.  An hour later, Daphne and Jason went back to the 
locker room.  A few minutes later, Jason came out, then, a little 
later, Daphne followed.  Jason escorted him back to the able, where 
he gave Daphne a good-bye kiss (causing her to blush furiously) and 
went on his way.

"So how'd you like your first date?"

"That wasn't a date.  It was just two friends skating together."

"Hun, David and Jason might be friends, but Jason barely knows 
Daphne.  And friends don't give friends good-bye kisses."  Daphne 
blushed deeply.  "So are you going to go out with him again?"

"Aunt Sarah!"

"What?  Again with the Aunt Sarahs?  Are you going to go out with him 
again?  We both know Jason would never lay a finger on you, no matter 
what you look like."

"Well, if he calls before I turn back, I might consider it."

I smiled.  "Go get your sister.  She's in the arcade.  It's time to 
go home."  We went home, laughing and joking all the way.

We spent the rest of Christmas vacation doing much the same, getting 
out and about to get Daphne as much real world exposure as possible. 
Surprisingly, Jason made no effort to contact Daphne.  And, by the 
end of school break, when David had not reemerged, we called the 
school, giving them our fake story of a family emergency, and 
proceeded to move out of town.  I decided to move back to L.A. where 
my ex-fiancee, Andrea, still lived.  Andrea, like me, was a teacher, 
and I figured she could help smooth Daphne's experience at his new 
school.

When we arrived, she met us at the airport, and we returned to her 
house.  After getting settled in, and getting the kids to sleep, she 
and I went downstairs and had a cup of coffee.  After a bit of idle 
chatter, she asked, "So what happened to your nephew, or should I be 
taking a closer look at Daphne?"

I smiled.  "You guessed it.  Daphne is really David."

"So David's a Witch like you?"

"Actually, Elizabeth is the Witch.  David's just an unfortunate 
victim of his being nasty at exactly the wrong moment."  Quickly, I 
outlined what had happened.

"So if Daphne really learns what it's like to have big tits, she'll 
revert back to a he?"

"That's the rub.  I have no idea.  All I can say is that it's one possibility."

"By the way, I want to thank you."

"For what?"

"I look like a 35 year old, despite being 45.  I assume that's your doing?"

"Well, it's the least I could do.  A simple age slowing spell.  I 
felt I owed it to you."  I yawned deeply.  "Oh, I'm a lot more tired 
than I thought.  I better get to bed.  Or to couch."

"Y'know, you don't have to sleep on that couch.  I've still got the 
bed we bought, before...  Well, you know."

"Andrea, I appreciate it.  But I still don't have any interest in 
women.  At least, not in that way."

Andrea looked disappointed.  "Well, then we'll be a couple of 
girlfriends sleeping together."  She took my hands.  "I missed you 
these last fifteen years."

I suddenly felt really awkward, but said, "Well, I guess if you 
understand there's to be no hanky-panky."

She crossed her heart.  "Promise."

We slept together that night, and the only thing that happened was 
that Andrea snuggled in against me, pressing her tits to my back.  It 
was a nice feeling, being in the arms of someone who loves you, but 
it really did do nothing for me.

The next day Andrea got Daphne and Elizabeth registered at their new 
school while I went house hunting.  I was briefly tempted to stay at 
Andrea's on her generous offer, but one week after regular school 
restarted would be the restart of my Witch school, and I needed to 
get a house with a big basement that I could load up with defensive 
spells, just in case some student lost control of a spell they were 
trying.

Over the next month things went pretty smoothly.  Daphne was getting 
along fine.  Surprisingly, Daphne turned out to be a straight A 
student (David only had a 2.6 GPA). Elizabeth was doing great in her 
own studies (both mundane and supernatural).  And Andrea was a 
regular visitor to our house.  Then she sprung a little surprise on 
me, for which I will be eternally grateful to her.

It seemed innocent enough.  Her nephew was coming into town on the 
same day as a parent/teacher conference, so she asked me to pick him 
up at the airport.  I had no problem with it and no prior obligation 
so I agreed.  Now I met her nephew, Peter, but at the time, he was a 
pimply faced little 14 year old who insisted on bothering his Aunt 
Andrea and her fiancee at every opportunity.  So I go to the airport 
with a sign with his name on it and wait at the gate.  Then I saw 
him.  This absolute hunk with pecs that begged to be stroked and an 
ass of steel stepped from the airplane.  I think I was lucky not to 
be drooling as I stared at his chiseled physique.  Then, when he came 
over and introduced himself as Peter I could barely stammer out a 
greeting.  I felt like a bloody fool, barely saying two words at a 
time as we got his luggage.  When we got to Andrea's house, she had 
left a message on the machine saying that she would be real late, and 
suggested that I take Peter out on the town.

When Peter agreed, I decided that I was going to do everything short 
of magic to seduce him.  I quickly called Daphne, letting him know 
not to wait up for me, then we went out.  Over the course of the 
evening, I tried every trick I could to get him to ask me back to his 
room.  And you know what it got me?  Nothing.  Nada, zip, zero.  The 
big goose egg.  As we left the movie theater, and got into the rental 
he had (Peter was a successful lawyer and got a big luxury car) I 
decided to try blunt honesty.  "Peter, I don't know if you've 
realized it, but if you decided to take liberties with me, I would 
put NO effort into fighting you off."

Peter blushed a little and said, "I noticed."

"Don't you find me attractive?"

"Oh no, it's not that.  Hell, you're probably the best looking girl 
I've ever met."

"So what?"  I dropped my voice a little.  "Are you... gay?"

"No.  Well, maybe.  Well..."  Peter let out a deep breath and said, 
"It's just that I've got this... thing for transsexuals.  Chicks with 
dicks."  My heart jumped into my throat.  Could it be?  Could Peter 
maybe be interested in me as I was?  No spells to get rid of my dick? 
"And I don't consider them guys," he went on, "which is why I really 
don't consider myself gay."

I took his hand.  "Handsome, you should've told me a lot earlier."  I 
put his hand in my crotch.  "We could've saved ourselves a lot of 
game playing."

Peter looked at me, amazement in his eyes.  He looked me up and down, 
clearly not believing that a woman who looked like, well, like me, 
could possibly be a she-male.  He leaned forward at the same time as 
I did.  Our lips met in a gentle way.  We kissed, Peter's hand never 
leaving my crotch.  Peter's free hand started stroking my body as he 
started rubbing my dick through my skirt.  We started crawling all 
over one another.  We probably would've started humping each other 
right there in the parking lot, if Peter hadn't bumped the horn as we 
moved.  We stopped, looked at each other and laughed.

Peter drove us to a hotel where we got a room.  We were French 
kissing even before we got into the room.  As soon as the door closed 
behind us, we started disrobing each other.  Peter pulled my blouse 
off as I practically ripped his shirt from his body.  I kissed and 
rubbed his chest as he unzipped and removed my skirt.  In just my 
underwear, I went to my knees before him, took off his pants and 
underwear, and sucked his now erect dick into my mouth.  I slowly 
moved up and down on his dick.  I quickly had him moaning and 
thrashing.

Before I could get him to cum (I love the taste of semen) he reached 
down and pulled me up so quickly that I found myself flying through 
the air.  He caught me in his strong arms and we kissed as he carried 
me to the bedroom.  He carefully lay me on the bed and with practiced 
ease unsnapped my bra.  As he pulled the bra from my arms, he gently 
kissed and loved my tits.  And, just as quickly as I had earlier, he 
had me thrashing on the bed, but unlike me, he got me to cum, 
spraying the inside of my panties with my cum.

He lay beside me, and we kissed.  "As soon as you're ready," he said, 
"I'd like to fuck you silly.  If you don't mind, that is."

"Mind?" I said as I removed my panties, exposing my still hard dick 
(one of the advantages of becoming a woman through Transformation, I 
was multi-orgasmic), "I'm ready now!"

Peter was amazed.  "Wow.  I've never seen a dick that big on a 
she-male before."  (I only have a 6" dick, but most she-males' dicks 
shrink due to the hormones they take.  Another advantage of a 
Transformation sex change).

"Does that turn you off?"

"No way.  Anything but."  He took my dick in hand and started stroking.

I moaned loudly.  "Oh, that's so good."  He kissed me as my hips 
started thrusting up into his hand.  "Please," I begged, "I want you 
inside me."

He let go of my dick and said, "Anything for a lady."  I flipped over 
and got on my hands and knees.  He got behind me and started tonguing 
my ass.  After a little while of this I was writhing about in 
ecstasy.  Peter then got on his knees behind me, pressing his dick 
against my asshole.  He pressed in slowly, far too slowly for my 
tastes, and he was surprised as I shoved my hips backwards, jamming 
him in to the hilt inside me.  I started squeezing his dick with my 
ass muscles, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.  Peter then 
reached around, took my dick and one of my breasts in hand, massaging 
each as we started moving together.  Soon, I was cumming, spraying 
all over the bedsheets, but I surprised Peter as I lost none of my 
hardness and just kept bucking in sexual fury.  I came twice more 
before Peter finally came inside my ass.

We collapsed together on the bed (me lying in my own cum).  We rolled 
apart and kissed.  Seeing I was still hard, Peter then sucked me 
through two more orgasms.  Then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, we had a quickie, showered together, then drove back to 
my house.  Seeing Andrea's car there we went inside.  "What are you 
doing here?" I asked.

Andrea smiled.  "I figured you'd want some time alone together, so I 
stayed here last night."

I went over and, whispering, asked, "Do you know about Peter's... 
sexual desires?"

"Of course."

"You're a sneak."  I gave Andrea a kiss on her lips.  "And I love you for it."

"Well," she said with an impish look, "I figured that if I couldn't 
have you, at least I can keep you in the family," to which we both 
smiled.

The next couple weeks went about the same (with Peter and I becoming 
a real item) until Daphne did something (to me) totally unexpected. 
He started dating guys.  On the first date, I was worried about him. 
If this had been Jason I wouldn't have worried, but this was Jack 
Davis, the local captain of the football team, a boy who tended to 
swagger about like he owned the world.  He also had a reputation as a 
womanizer that even I had heard of.  So, I did something I'm not 
proud of.  I cast a spell to spy on the two of them.

The first part of the date went innocently enough.  They went to a 
movie, and the only thing the boy did was put his arm around Daphne's 
shoulder.  After the movie, the two of them went out for pizza.  Then 
they went to Eldsmore Park, the local make-out point (Peter and I had 
visited it a couple times).  They started kissing and groping each 
other.  Then, when Jack's hands started working their way down 
Daphne's body and I thought I'd have to get involved, Daphne grabbed 
Jack's hand and returned it to his tit.  "Uh-uh," he told Jack, 
"everything below my waist, I'm keeping for the person I intend to 
spend the rest of my life with."

"Good girl," I thought.

But then Jack resorted to the old teenage boy standby, "Oh, come on, 
baby.  You've got me all hot and bothered.  It's not fair to leave me 
hanging."

I was furious, and about ready to step through and throttle him.  But 
then I was shocked when Daphne reached down and undid Jack's pants. 
"Handsome," Daphne said, "I said everything below my waist.  In case 
you haven't noticed, my mouth doesn't count."  Then Daphne did 
something that stunned me into immobility.  He pulled out Jack's 
dick, leaned down and gave Jack a blow job.  I stood there and 
watched with the fascination of someone staring at an auto accident. 
Daphne moved with the motion of an expert cocksucker (of course Jack 
just sat there not reciprocating) and soon had Jack blowing his wad, 
and Daphne actually swallowed it all.

After Jack came, the two of them snuggled together, Jack finally 
making some effort to stroke Daphne's tits.  Then Daphne told him, 
"Jack, I know that boys get together and talk about their conquests." 
Jack started to deny it, but Daphne interrupted him, "If you want to 
tell others about my cocksucking, I don't mind," shocking me yet 
again, "but if you ever tell anyone you got further then that," 
Daphne grabbed Jack's hand and pressed it firmly to his tit, "you 
will never touch me again."

Daphne gave Jack another blow job and then they came home.  Daphne 
went upstairs without an explanation, but with a big smile on his 
face.  I couldn't say anything, after all, I had been spying on him, 
and he had done nothing under duress, and it was up to him what he 
did on a date.

Daphne and Jack broke up after a month, but Daphne quickly had 
another steady (when you look like a total knockout with 36G tits and 
have a reputation as a superb cocksucker, finding teenage boys that 
want to go out with you is no chore).  This went on for the next 
three months when Elizabeth's powers stabilized.  But, by that time, 
Daphne's body had adapted to Elizabeth's spell (I had tied mine to 
hers, so if hers were canceled, mine would go too).  But Daphne 
didn't seem disappointed in the slightest when I told him.

Daphne graduated a half month later, with all of us (Peter and Andrea 
too) attending the ceremony.  Then, a couple days after the ceremony, 
Daphne surprised me yet again.  "Aunt Sarah?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"Could I ask a big favor?"

"Sure."

"Would you talk Peter into doing me?"

I sat there amazed.  "Doing you?  As in..."

"Fucking me."

I'm not sure how long I sat there just staring at Daphne, but 
eventually I asked, "Have you thought about this?"

"Yes, I have.  I was thinking about it, and I felt that maybe I had 
to experience sex with boys with these," waving at his tits, "to 
break the spell.  I've been sucking cock on my dates, but apparently 
that's not enough.  Since I know Peter won't freak at my having a 
cock, I was wondering if I could... "borrow" him."

I thought about it.  His logic was sound.  Part of learning what 
having big tits was about might have been sexual (particularly since 
the spell had been cast by a teenager).  "Okay, we'll ask him 
tomorrow."  Daphne smiled and ran to his room.

The next day, we asked Peter to fuck Daphne.  After Daphne exposed 
himself to Peter, and after Peter made sure I was okay with it, he 
took Daphne upstairs and made love to him as a woman.  After he came 
down and I saw him to the door, Andrea called me upstairs (she had 
been there and went upstairs right after Peter came out).

I went upstairs and sitting in the middle of the bed, holding his 
knees, was David.  The spell had been broken.  I thought David would 
be ecstatic, but he sure didn't show it.  In fact, David reverted to 
type.  Worse, he became even more sullen, moody, and nasty then he 
had ever been.

Now my problem.  As David, David is a troubled youth who is a problem 
to all around him, but as Daphne, he's much happier, as well as more 
pleasant.  So, do I change him back (almost assuredly against his 
will) or leave him to work it out on his own?

*****************

Hi.  Daphne here.  This part of the story is being written five years 
after the last.  As you may have guessed, Aunt Sarah decided to 
change me back, mostly due to my own nastiness, but that's getting 
ahead of the story.  First, I'll tell you why I'm writing this 
addendum to my story, then go back and fill in details that Aunt 
Sarah didn't know about.

First, what happened to Aunt Sarah.  A couple months after I 
graduated, Peter proposed.  It took a while for Aunt Sarah to say 
yes, because there's a rule that if a Witch marries a human, she's 
required to tell the human what she really is.  Personally, I think 
it's a little silly, but apparently there's been some bad history 
with Witches not telling human mates, and them finding out later. 
Peter was shocked, but eventually got used to the idea, and they were 
married next March.  Shortly after their marriage, we all moved in 
together.  By all, I mean, me, Lizard, Aunt Sarah, Peter, and Andrea. 
A couple years later Peter asked if there was any way the two of them 
could produce a natural child (adoption of non-blood relations is 
prohibited amongst Witches except in extreme cases).  Since Aunt 
Sarah's status as a she-male is the result of her Transformation, the 
only way to manage it was for Peter to under go a spell making it 
possible for him to carry the child.  After a few weeks considering 
it, he agreed (shocking all of us).  He sold off his law practice, 
and had Aunt Sarah turn him into a fully functioning hermaphrodite, 
complete with dick, cunt, womb, and small breasts (A cup I think). 
He's now pregnant with their second child.

Sarah and Peter went off on their Anniversary a week ago, and the 
rest of us decided to use the opportunity to do some real house 
cleaning.  (I hate to admit it, but we all have gotten too used to 
Aunt Sarah and Lizard using magic to clean up.)  That was when I 
found this journal of my origins as Daphne.  I decided to write this 
addendum to fill in Aunt Sarah about some of the stuff that happened 
that she wasn't directly aware of.

First, about my "date" with Jason (and I still don't think I'd call 
it that).  First off, let me say something about my relationship with 
Jason, about David's relationship that is.  I had no idea why Jason 
wanted to be friends with me (I found out a couple days ago, but 
that's getting ahead of the story).  Jason was a straight A student 
who hung out with the best people, I barely managed a B minus 
average, and I hung out with..., well with hoodlums.  But, as David, 
I did enjoy Jason's company.  But as Daphne, while we were skating, 
strange thoughts kept entering my head.  I kept seeing myself on my 
back, with Jason laying on top of me, kissing me, and, I can freely 
admit now, fucking me.  At the time, I thought that something had 
happened to Aunt Sarah's spells, and they were at fault.  Now I 
realize that it was just my bisexual nature emerging in my female 
body.  I spent the rest of Christmas vacation hoping he would call, 
and was heartbroken when he didn't.

After we moved, on the night Aunt Sarah hooked up with Peter, Andrea 
came over for a visit.  Since Aunt Sarah used mostly narrative, I'll 
try the same.

Andrea walked in the door.  "Hi, Andrea.  What's up?" I asked.

"Oh, I set your Aunt up on a date with my nephew and thought I'd come 
over and we could have a slumber party."

Lizard clapped her hands.  "That sounds like fun!" she said.

We popped up some popcorn, and watched cheezy horror flicks until 
Lizard fell asleep.  I carried her upstairs, and put her in bed.  I 
then came down and Andrea and I talked.  Eventually, she said, 
"Daphne, I know about your once having been David."  I was a little 
worried, but figured that Aunt Sarah knew what she was doing.  "I was 
wondering, how complete was your change?"

"Complete?"

"Do you have a cunt?"

"No.  I've still got my dick."

"Are you... like your Aunt?"

"Well, I said I've still got my dick like she does."

"No.  I mean, are you interested in boys?"

"Hell no!  Pardon my French."  At this point, I was still unwilling 
to admit I was attracted to guys.  "I only like girls."

"What about women?  Older women, in specific?"

"Well, if they're pretty enough."

"What do you think of me?"

"Oh, if they were as pretty as you, I'd have no problem."

Then Andrea shocked me by leaning forward and planting a kiss right 
on my lips (okay, yeah, I was shocked.  Any readers probably saw this 
coming a while ago).  Then, before I could recover, she reached up 
and started massaging my tits.  At that point my dick got so hard 
that I'm surprised that I didn't rip my panties.  She then undid my 
blouse and bra, freeing my tits to the open air.  I squirmed down on 
my back as she licked and sucked my tits.  She kept one hand on my 
tits as she removed my skirt, slip and panties, keeping me unable to 
think with pleasure.  She then mounted me (she hadn't been wearing 
any panties under her skirt), while keeping up the loving on my tits. 
She brought me to the edge, then kept me there, not allowing me to 
cum until she came, then we collapsed together, hugging and cuddling.

"Thanks," I said.

She kissed me.  "No problem.  I've wanted to do that for a while."

"But we only met a month ago."

Andrea got a guilty look on her face.  "Well, I've wanted to make it 
with a chick with a dick ever since your Aunt originally became your 
Aunt.  Do you mind?  I mean, I do find you attractive as well."

"No, I guess not."

"Besides, I had another motive for doing it with you."

"What was that?"

"Sarah told me about what it might take to get you back to normal."

"And?"

"Well, I don't have huge tits like you.  Mine are only 34B, but I've 
always considered part of the fun in having tits was the sex. 
Letting your partner play with them while you made love."

"Well, I guess it didn't work, but thanks anyways.  It was fun trying."

"Well, maybe."

"Maybe what?"

Andrea sighed.  "I hate to have to tell you this, and, mind you, it's 
only a theory, but, since most girls only do it with boys,..."

"I might need to have sex with a boy to get rid of these," I 
completed.  Andrea only nodded.  "I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Well, don't rush yourself.  It's only an unproven theory.  Besides, 
I find you really sexy as is."  Andrea kissed me again.  We did it a 
couple more times that night before Aunt Sarah returned in the 
morning.

It took me a couple weeks, but I finally decided to put Andrea's 
theory to the test.  Actually, that's not 100% accurate.  I finally 
decided to put her theory to the test when Jack Davis asked me out. 
Now, by Aunt Sarah's story, you get the gist of Jack.  He really was 
a sleaze.  But, oh god, was he a cute sleaze.  But I think what 
really decided me was seeing the look of total jealousy on the face 
of this girl who had been really nasty towards me because of my 
"assets" when Jack asked me out.

Anyways, after I sucked Jack's dick, I did feel this strange, but 
brief feeling in my tits.  I felt then that I was on the right track, 
but hadn't gone far enough.  I decided to put off going all the way. 
I told myself that the reason was that I didn't want to go through 
all the trouble of moving again when I became David again, but the 
truth was that I was having too much fun as Daphne.  Trouble was, 
shortly after I started sucking off Jack, I became a real cocksucking 
slut.  While Jack and I were steadies, I couldn't get enough of him. 
And when we broke up, I became a real tramp about it.  I even once 
sucked off the entire baseball team after a win of theirs.

Now that really scared me.  And, once I graduated, I asked Aunt Sarah 
about getting Peter to have sex with me.  It only took a few minutes 
after the act for the spell to be broken, and I reverted to David.  I 
resolved to try to be more pleasant and a better student as David.  I 
really did.  But something always seemed to keep me from succeeding, 
and, as Aunt Sarah pointed out, I actually became nastier than ever.

Then came that fateful day.  I still remember it well.  Aunt Sarah 
came into my room as I was getting dressed to go out and meet with 
some new "hoodlum" friends I had met at the mall.  "David, I'd like 
to speak to you." she said.

"Later."

"No.  I don't think so."

"Too bad.  I'm an adult now.  I go where I please."  I tried to 
shoulder my way past her, but she was having none of that.  I 
suddenly found myself flying through the air, and landing in a chair 
in my room, unable to move.  "What?  What's going on?"

"A simple spell."

"But you didn't recite any rhymes."

"David, I'm a teacher of Witches, most of whom are 13 years old.  A 
group not known for its calm, sedate behavior.  I've Mastered spells 
to stick recalcitrant students in their seats, unable to move."

"Let me go!" I demanded.

"Not until we talk."

"Screw you!"  I know.  Not the brightest thing to say to the most 
powerful Witch on the planet, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight.

Then she did it.

"By the power of the hellfire's burn,
Let Daphne and all she had now return."

The magic swirled around the room, changing it back to the more 
feminine version I had as Daphne, and changing me and, thankfully, my 
clothes into Daphne.  Then I felt the spells holding me in place 
release.  As I stood, Aunt Sarah stepped up to me.  "Now, if you 
promise to be good, I'll change you back into David."

"NO!" I screamed as I tried to back away from her.

She then gave me a confused look.  "You want to be Daphne?"

"I...  It's just...  Oh, Aunt Sarah!"  I collapsed into her arms, 
crying and bawling like a baby, and confessed just what kind of girl 
I'd become.  "I want to be Daphne.  I'm just scared of what will 
happen to me.  I don't know why I act like I do."

"I think I do."

I looked up at her, barely able to see her through my tears.  "What?"

"The same thing that makes you such a nasty David.  You've never 
resolved your feelings about your parents' death.  And, now more than 
ever, I'm sure it's more than just grief.  Would you please talk to 
me?"

I collapsed into her arms.  "Oh, Auntie.  It was my fault, all my fault."

"Your fault?  You mean your parents' death?  What makes you say that? 
They were killed by a drunk driver.  You know that."

"But I made them late.  We were playing soccer at school, and I 
scored the point that sent us into overtime.  If our game hadn't run 
over, they would've left earlier and wouldn't have been in the 
intersection when that drunk plowed into them."

Aunt Sarah held me close.  "Oh, hun, is that what you think?"  I 
nodded, unable to speak.  "Well, that's silly.  But since I know just 
saying that won't change things, I'll show you...

"As a criminal is tailed,
Let the changed past be unveiled."

I wiped the tears from my eyes as a magical circle appeared in the 
air.  I saw the image appear of me at my game.  But this time, 
instead of me making that last second goal, the opposing goalie 
blocked it.  We, meaning me, mom, dad, and Lizard, went home 
dejected, instead of in high spirits.  Mom and dad got dressed for 
their PTA meeting, and left at the same time as in the "real" 
version, once again getting killed by the drunk at the same time.

As the circle faded, I sniffed and asked, "Is that really what 
would've happened?"

"Yes, hun.  You may not remember, but your dad was a real time freak. 
Always insisting on doing everything at exactly the same time.  I ran 
that spell a few dozen times after they died, changing different 
details every time.  There were a few things that could've been done 
to stop it.  But they were things like the bartender not serving him 
after he got drunk, or friends not letting him drive drunk.  But 
there was nothing that any of us could've done to stop it."

After that, both of us cried for a while.  Then Aunt Sarah asked, 
"Now do you really want to remain as Daphne, or do you want to change 
back to David?"

I rubbed my eyes, and said, "I think I want to be Daphne, but I 
better give it a try as a nicer David first."

Aunt Sarah then changed me back, but a month later, I asked to be 
changed into Daphne for good.  And, as simple as that, David 
disappeared.  All my stuff became a girl's, in fact, all my records 
(birth certificate, school transcripts, etc.) now said I was Daphne. 
I changed everywhere except one, in the hearts and minds of the 
people who knew David.  Which brings us back to Jason.

I graduated pre-law about two years ago, after only three years in 
college, with a 4.0 GPA.  I quickly got a job as a paralegal at a 
local law firm, and am now working on my law degree.  About a year 
ago, one month after most of the kids I went to high school with 
graduated from college, we got a knock on the door.  I opened the 
door, and Jason barged in.  "Where's David?" he demanded, anger and 
desperation evident in his voice.  I just stammered a bit, I mean, 
what could I say?  "I've been looking for him for the last month, and 
there's no evidence of him even existing.  The school records even 
list you as the student that went to school with me for three and a 
half years."

"Jason, calm down."

"I will not be calm. I want-"  Suddenly he stopped moving.  I saw 
Aunt Sarah enter the room.

"Different version of the spell I cast on you a few years back.  He's 
not even aware of what's going on."

"Can you cast a spell to make him think I was always Daphne?"

Aunt Sarah shook her head.  "You know I won't tamper with minds 
unless I have to."

"Can't you just change the image of how he remembers me?  That 
wouldn't be too much, would it?"

"And how do you think that'll work when he remembers the two of you 
changing in the locker rooms before the gym classes you took 
together?"

I briefly suppressed a giggle.  "Well, what can I do?  I can't tell 
him the truth."

"Why not?"

I stopped.  "I can reveal that you and Lizard are... Witches?"

"Yes.  If he doesn't take it well, removal of the last few minutes 
from his memory can be done safely."

"Okay.  Can you calm him down when you release him?"

Aunt Sarah cast the same spell she had on me when I was freaking 
about having tits and released him.  "-to know what happened to 
David," Jason continued in a much calmer voice.

I took Jason by the arm, and sat him on the couch.  "Jason, what I'm 
about to tell you may seem fantastic, but, I assure you, all of it is 
true."  I quickly outlined the story of my time as Daphne, and how I 
got to be like that.

"You expect me to believe that."

I looked to Aunt Sarah.

"Tugs in the harbor bring ships in tow,
Let Daphne's old form now briefly show."

I felt the magic embrace my body, as it shifted back into its old, 
male form.  I was still in my dress, and hadn't gained any height 
back, but there I was.  Jason started and stared dumbfounded.  After 
a few minutes, he finally said, "But, why did you choose to stay as 
Daphne?"

"Because I'm happier as Daphne.  Even after I resolved my guilt over 
my parents death I was just not as happy as David as I was as Daphne."

"But don't you think you might be happy as David?"

My body shimmered and I was Daphne once more.  "Maybe, but it's a 
moot point.  I'm Daphne now."

"But, couldn't you give it a try?"

I was getting a little annoyed now.  "No.  This is who I am now.  Get 
over it."  I expected some kind of reproachment from Aunt Sarah for 
being so insensitive, but she had slipped from the room at some 
point.  I then expected some kind of argument from Jason, but what I 
got was totally unexpected.  He broke down into tears, burying his 
face in his hands.  I felt very ashamed and put my arm around his 
shoulder.  "There, there," I said, as comfortingly as possible. 
"What's wrong?  Why is my being David so important to you?"

Jason took a few seconds to get it together, but finally said, 
"Because I love David."

I was shocked.  "You love David?  But, I've seen you ogling my Aunt. 
And you never said or did anything to let me know you were gay in 
High School."

"I was afraid to admit my feelings.  But every time I got near you, I 
wanted to wrap my arms around you and kiss and hug you.  As for 
ogling your Aunt, I'm not that gay.  I'm not sure anyone is."

I laughed.  "Yeah, she is a looker, isn't she?"

Jason sniffed a bit.  "Yeah, but I didn't really think of her 
sexually.  Every time I saw her, I could only think of you."

I grabbed a Kleenex and started wiping his eyes.  "And even after 
four years apart, you still wanted me enough to come look for me. 
That's sweet."

Jason kept his eyes on the carpet in front of him.  "I told you.  I 
loved you.  In college, I was able to be more open about my feelings, 
but every time I sucked off a guy or fucked, or got fucked by another 
guy, you were the fantasy that popped into my head.  Now, I guess my 
fantasies about sucking your dick will never come to pass."

"Well, if you don't mind it being on a more feminine form, I'd be 
willing to let you do it now."

"What do you mean?  I thought you said you became a girl?"

"Actually, she-male would be a more appropriate term, I guess.  I 
decided to keep my cock.  My girlfriend and I have too much fun with 
it."

Jason's eyes drifted to my crotch.  "So you still like girls?"

"Oh, yeah.  I like boys, too.  But getting it on with a girl, and 
having our tits rub together as we fuck is an excitement you wouldn't 
believe."

"May I... see it?"

I smiled and raised my skirt and slip.  Jason looked at my dick, 
encased in my sheer panties.  His hand began to drift towards it, 
when he stopped and asked, "May I touch it?"

"Jason," I told him, "if you're willing to go up to my room where 
it's a little more private, I'll let you do just about anything you 
want with it."

Jason stood and extended his hand to me like a proper gentleman.  I 
took it and he gently helped me to stand.  He then picked me up in 
his arms, getting a surprised gasp from me.  "Where to?" he asked.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "Top of the stairs, first 
room on the right."  I should mention here that when Lizard turned 
fifteen, she finally insisted on getting a room of her own (of 
course, acting like it had been my idea all along that we share a 
room).

We kissed as he carried me up the stairs to my room.  That first day, 
he sucked and fucked me silly.  He was a great cocksucker and a fair 
lay, after all, he had never been with a woman before.  But, more 
importantly, he was an avid student, willing to learn what it takes 
to really please me.  He even went so far as to have Lizard change 
him into a she-male like me for a month, so he could learn what I go 
through in my life.  Although he admitted liking the feeling of 
breast rubbing between us, he chose to stay as Jason, and we became 
steadies.

I now spend my nights alternating between his and Andrea's beds 
(Andrea became my girl and Aunt Sarah couldn't be more pleased). 
Thankfully neither is jealous of the other.  For my sake, Jason tried 
to become Andrea's lover, but full girls just aren't his bag.  Now 
he's attending medical school, while I attend law school.  About a 
month ago, he proposed.  We intend to wait till we're both out of 
school, before tying the knot.  He's agreed to move in with all of 
us, and become part of our extended family.

I couldn't be happier.

Daphne
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