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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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I WAS A TEENAGE SORCERESS, PART 2

Daphne and Jenny walked into the restaurant.  It was a 
Japanese/American restaurant that Daphne knew well.  Daphne ordered 
one of the private rooms that the restaurant had, then they went in 
back.

After they had ordered, Daphne said, "Okay, I've got a few more 
questions about your story."

"Well, I'm not so sure about you yet.  How did you manage to get my 
records changed to get me out of jail?"

"I told you, it was my aunt, not me.  And since you're going to meet 
her in a few hours, your questions will be answered then."

"Why not just go now?"

"My aunt is a teacher.  She's right in the middle of a class, and 
short of life changing emergencies, you do not interrupt my aunt 
during one of her classes.  Now I've got a few questions for you."

"Well, okay, then.  Shoot."

"Okay, one, why do you now have a little sister when your story 
indicates a little brother?  Two, why does your little sister have an 
official sex of female when you have admitted that you can't change 
official records?  Three, what kind of battles do you and the White 
Sisterhood wage against the forces of darkness?  Four, if you're such 
a powerful sorceress, why didn't you just teleport out of the cell on 
your own?  For that matter, why were you in the cell in the first 
place?  And, going back to the matter of official records, Jeremiah 
Welker has a full driver's license.  Yet, in your story, you said you 
only had a learner's permit at the time of your transformation.  If 
you can't change records how did you manage it?"

"Well, the last was easiest.  You remember I said that when a 
sorceress's power is awakened, her body gets set in native state?" 
Daphne nodded.  "Well, until the day a sorceress dies, her body 
doesn't change.  That's what native state means.  I can eat as much 
as I want and never gain an ounce.  I never have to worry about my 
breasts sagging due to gravity.  For that matter, the weight they put 
on any bra I might wear is a fraction of what someone else with my 
breast size would have, because they will never be anything other 
than the perfect condition they were in when they were created 
through magic."

"A big help with breasts as large as yours.  I'm jealous."

Jenny laughed.  "Well, anyways, a sorceress can cast spells to 
temporarily change her own form, but those spells-"

"Let me guess, can only last 12 hours, and can only be cast every 
other day without risking damage to the Wi-, Sorceress they're being 
cast on."

Jenny gave Daphne a suspicious look.  "How did you know?"

"I'll answer that question after you've answered mine."

Jenny shrugged.  "Alright.  As to your last question, I temporarily 
transformed my body back to my old male form and took the driver's 
test."

"And the rest?"

"Well, it started the day I got back from my apprenticeship..."

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

I returned to the apartment Wanda and I were to share and called mom, 
letting her know that I was back.  Wanda and I shared a couple hours 
together just snuggling until mom called back and said that it was 
okay to come home.

Wanda drove me back to my house.  She took my hand as I walked back 
to the house.  In the entire 9 months I had been away, I had never 
felt as afraid as I did now.  I had learned to manipulate the very 
fabric of reality, but facing my family was something I wasn't 
relishing.  I knew my mom, as a fellow sorceress, would help me face 
my brother, but it still wasn't something I was looking forward to.

I walked in the front door, and mom greeted me with a hug.  "So 
how've you been?  How'd your training go?" she asked

"I've been fine, mom.  My training went... fast."  We went inside, 
but Wanda stayed outside, there if I needed her, but not wanting to 
intrude.

"I guess so.  You completed what's normally a year's training in 9 
months time."

"So, what have you told Jimmy?"

"I told him you were going away for some special training.  I think 
he thinks it's some kind of special training camp for football.  I 
told him that you'd probably look very different when you got back."

"But you didn't say how different?"

She shook her head.  "I didn't know how I could tell him without his 
figuring out something."

"Well, no sense putting it off any longer.  Why don't you go get him?"

Mom left the room.  When she returned, my brother was following, his 
eyes tightly shut.  "Mom, what is this about?"

"Just a few more steps.  Okay, Jimmy, open your eyes."

Jimmy did so, then asked, "Wow, mom, who's the babe?"

"The young lady in front of you is... your brother."

I saw a look of... some kind pass over his face.  He shrugged and 
said, "So big brother is a sorceress.  Whoop-ti-do."

Mom and I were both shocked.  "You know about Sorceresses?" I asked.

Jimmy shrugged.  "Didn't you?  Mom, and I guess you, are sorceresses, 
and dad was a sorcerer."

"What?!"  Now this was news to me.  I turned to mom.  "Is he?  Was he?"

"Yes, he was."

"But why didn't anybody tell me?"

Jimmy said, "Probably because they figured if you knew, you'd do 
something stupid."

I figured Jimmy was back to his old tricks, doing everything in his 
power to get a rise out of me.  I just ignored him and asked, "Well?"

"Your brother's not wrong, Jenny.  Your father was killed by the dark 
forces.  He sacrificed himself so as to give me the time to build up 
enough power to set off a spell that protected an ancient power 
temple that was necessary to keep the demons in their prison 
dimension."

I remembered my instruction.  1,500 years ago the demons walked the 
earth and were engaged in a war of great mystical powers.  The end of 
the war was that the demons were locked away in another dimension, 
but at some point the sorcerous might of humanity was nearly stripped 
away.  If the demons ever returned to this dimension with humanity's 
might as limited as it was, they'd overrun the planet and turn all of 
humanity into their slaves.

"But, why didn't anybody tell me?"

"Because the evil sorceress who killed your father is still out 
there.  I tried to kill her, but she... got away.  Nobody told you 
because we were afraid, particularly when you were training with 
teleportation spells, that you'd run off and try to fight her without 
the proper training or experience.  Even now you have the training 
and power, but not the experience to deal with her.  Now, please, 
Jenny, promise me that you won't go after her till for a few years 
yet."

I wrestled with it.  Now, as a sorceress, I was bound by my promises. 
My own magic would alter the fabric of reality to make my promises 
come true.  And, since it turned out that I was the most powerful 
sorceress on the planet, that would make it impossible for me to 
break my promise.

"Jenny, please!"

"Mom, I can't promise that."

I felt Jimmy's hand on my arm.  "Jerry...  Jenny, I didn't know you 
didn't know.  Please promise."

This was almost as shocking as the revelation of my heritage.  My 
brother asking politely?  Ever since he was a kid, my brother had 
been an unholy terror, but now he was asking politely?  I sighed and 
said, "Okay.  I promise I will wait until at least my 20th birthday 
before searching for the woman who slew my father."

As soon as I made the promise, I saw my brother's face harden.  "If 
that's it, I think I'll head back to my computer."

"Wait a second," mom said, "how did you know about sorceresses?"

"Next time you contact their computer with ours, clear the call 
history on the modem register."

"But the security on the database-"

"Is better than most, but not good enough to keep me out.  And with 
my photographic memory, I dare say I know more about the White 
Sisterhood than either of you do."  I didn't doubt it.  Ever since he 
was a kid, my brother learned anything and everything at an 
incredible rate.  "Can I go now?"

"Yes, I suppose."

As Jimmy left the room, it happened.  Both mom and I felt it, a 
magical twisting of reality that signified a teleportation spell 
being used in the immediate vicinity.  Suddenly, there was a tube 
floating in mid-air with mom's name on it.  As Wanda ran into the 
room, mom grasped it.

Wanda asked, "What is it?"

Mom opened the tube and silently read the note inside.  "There's a 
big convocation of the senior supervisors, everybody of 
state/province level or above who isn't on emergency assignment is 
summoned to an emergency meeting.  Unfortunately, that means me."

Mom looked up at me and Wanda.  "I know you two were planning on 
spending your first night together alone, but there's no way I could 
leave Jimmy home alone, particularly with his recent revelation. 
Jenny, I need to impose."

"Sure, mom, as long as Wanda can stay over.  We both made a promise 
to each other to spend as much time together as possible."

"Then we mustn't risk it.  Of course she can stay over."

"How long do they expect to need you?"

"They say to make arrangements for a two week absence.  And since I'm 
going to have to discuss Jimmy with the council, it may take a few 
days beyond that."

"Okay, no problem."  We made some quick arrangements, then mom 
spelled herself away.

Wanda asked, "What did she mean when she mentioned your brother's 
recent revelation?"

I told Wanda about what my brother learned of the Sisterhood.  "Damn. 
I hate doing mind wipes."

"Won't work.  He's got a photographic memory."

"Double damn."

I think I should mention that for some reason, those with 
photographic memory are all but immune to memory tampering.

"Yeah, no kidding."

Wanda and I went upstairs to my old room.  Mom had converted it to a 
guest room, with a king sized bed.  We cast a spell to bring some of 
our stuff to the room, and got settled in.

The next day, Wanda and I were downstairs.  We hadn't done anything 
more than snuggle the night before, but apparently Jimmy heard us, 
because he came down saying, "So this is the girl of your dreams?"

Wanda blushed, but knowing that Jimmy was only trying to get a rise 
out of me, I responded, "Yes, she is, and I know you're just jealous."

Jimmy slyly said, "Maybe I am, but I think you're going to spend a 
little of that magic energy of yours to help me fix that."

"Really?  And why would I do that?"

"Because if you don't public information on the Sisterhood gets 
dumped to a hundred different public newsgroups at noon tomorrow."

Wanda grew irate.  "Why don't I just blast you instead?"

Jimmy remained cold as ever.  "You could do that, but, as much 
trouble as I've been, I somehow don't think mom would be too pleased 
with you blasting me."

"Then maybe I just ought to blast your computer!"

"That would be worse.  You see I've already hidden a half dozen 
different logic bombs in twice that many servers.  Now if you knew 
half as much as I did about computers, your security would've been 
quite a bit harder to crack, so I doubt any of you have the ability 
to envision what it would take to stop them.  Which, of course, means 
you can't cast the required spells to do the job."

Wanda grew angrier, but I stepped between them.  "Enough!"  I turned 
to Jimmy.  "Okay, what do you want?"

Wanda said, "What?!  You can't seriously be thinking of giving in to 
this blackmail?!"

I turned back to her.  "Trust me.  I know what I'm doing."

Jimmy said, "What do I want?  It's simple.  I want anybody who I 
desire to make love to me then forget afterwards that they had done 
so."

I thought about it and said, "Okay, get ready."

Then I cast the spell.  "Nehw ym rehtorb selbasid sih cigol bmob tel 
yna taht ym rehtorb sehcuot dna serised to hsiw ot evah xes htiw mih, 
tub tegrof eht tca retfa ti si enod, tub tel ym rehtorb ylno erised 
esoht mohw eh reven dluow evah derised erofeb, dna tel mih wonk taht 
sih serised evah dehctiws ylno gnirud eht xes flesti ro ni ym 
ecneserp."

My brother asked, "Is that it?"

"Yup, that's it.  To prevent problems I made it so that you had to 
touch the person you desire in order to get them to have sex with 
you.  Wouldn't do to have you walking down the street, see somebody 
you like and have them suddenly run across the street and tackle you."

"Okay, I can live with that."

"Also, in order for it to work, you will have to disable your logic bomb."

"Okay."

"So have fun with it."

After my brother left, Wanda, who had understood the twist I had put 
on the spell, put her arms around my waist and said, "That was sneaky 
and nasty."

"I take it you approve?"

"Making your brother have sex only with those who are the opposite of 
those he used to desire?  Beautiful.  And I love the twist that he 
won't know what's going on except once he's in bed with the person or 
in your presence."

"And with his photographic memory, he'll remember what he used to 
desire, he just won't be able to help himself."

"You've got a real mean streak, Jenny."  Wanda kissed me.  "Glad I'm 
not on your bad side."

"Well, my brother's been an unholy terror for most of his life.  He 
seems to have an insane desire to take it out on me.  It's about time 
he got his come-uppance."

I avoided my brother for about three days, so as to let him stew in 
his own juices.  Finally, i saw him come home, apparently shaken and 
distraught.  I decided to confront him.  I briefly considered waiting 
for Wanda to get back (she was out doing some shopping which for her, 
can be an all day affair), but realized that if I couldn't handle one 
irate 14 year old alone then I would be of no use fighting the forces 
of darkness.

I walked into his room.  He was sitting on the edge of the bed, 
looking out the window.  "Hey, little brother, what's up?"

He turned to me.  His eyes were bloodshot red.  "You...  You bitch!"

"Something wrong?" I coyly asked.

"The people I'm having sex with."

"What's wrong?  Aren't you having sex with everyone you desire?"

"But you made me desire women!"

"What?!"  I was shocked.  I had had no idea that my little brother 
was gay, and I could tell from the look on his face that he hadn't 
intended to reveal his secret.  "You're... gay?  You always seem to 
act so... macho."

I could see tears start to well up in his eyes.  "And you never 
suspected the truth?!  All my life, you've never understood me. 
You've never made any effort to understand me!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I started acting like a hellion from an early age, but did you have 
any idea why?  Did you even bother to ask why?!"

I tried to think of an answer, but couldn't.  Problem was, deep down, 
I had to admit he was right.  I had always resented my brother for 
his little tantrums he threw.  He'd act like a class A Brat and 
everyone would just blow it off as the eccentric behavior of a young 
genius.  "Alright, then.  Why?"

"Because I was afraid."

"Afraid?  That's an excuse to treat those of us around you, 
particularly me, like shit?"

"You don't get it.  As a kid, I always had a greater... affinity for 
things soft and sweet.  Nice, pretty clothes.  Dolls.  Even..."  He 
gulped.  "dresses and skirts."

I thought back.  Being only 3 years older than he I didn't really 
remember back that far, but I seemed to vaguely remember that up 
until the time he entered school, Jimmy was a nice, kind boy.  "So 
what happened?"

Jimmy's voice started to crack.  "School.  Bad enough being the 
smallest kid in class.  Bad enough being a genius.  Do you know what 
they would've done to me if they'd've found out I was a... a sissy?"

"They'd've beaten you up."

"Daily.  So to protect myself I became worse than the worst.  And I 
hoped...  I prayed that these feelings would go away if I just got 
bigger.

"Then, when I hit puberty a few years back, I could no longer deny 
it.  I liked being around women, but mostly as friends, not as 
lovers.  I wanted to be with a man.  I wanted to lay on my back and 
have him enter me.  I wanted him to... to..."

"To what?"

Jimmy struggled to get it out.  In a whisper, he said, "To play with 
my tits."  He choked back a sob.  "I was so jealous of all the girls 
for getting breasts, when I couldn't."

"So why'd you treat me like shit?  I am... was your brother.  I'd've 
accepted you no matter what.  Gay or not."

"You still don't get it!  When I was a kid, I wanted a big, strong 
body, so no one would hassle me.  When I grew up, I wanted a 
beautiful, feminine body that would make the guys drool for me.  I 
wanted big breasts.  I wanted a trim, athletic figure.  And, I wanted 
someone to love me and accept me for what I was.  Then, when I found 
out about the White Sisterhood, I wanted to be a sorceress, so I 
could make it all happen."

"But what does this have to do with-  Oh."  I finally got it.  Jimmy 
was describing my life.  I had always been bigger than most anyone 
else in the class, and had even made it to first string on the 
school's football team during my sophomore year.  Then I met Wanda. 
Originally she was just going to turn me into a woman, so that the 
Sisterhood could induct me, but we wound up falling in love and 
promising to spend the rest of our lives together.

"Yeah, every time I wanted something in my life, you got it!"  Jimmy 
ran up to me, and started beating on my chest.  Not hard.  More... 
More like a little kid throwing a fit.  "I hate you!  I hate you!  I 
hate you!"

I grabbed him and held him to my breast.  He struggled a little 
before finally breaking down into tears and sobbing into my blouse. 
I just held him until he finally calmed down.  He looked up at me and 
said, "Oh, God, I want to be you."

I took him back to his bed.  "Jimmy, this is... a problem.  I'm no 
expert, but I think you may be a honest-to-gosh transsexual.  If it's 
true, then we need to get you checked out by someone who can help.  A 
psychiatrist, I mean."

Jimmy sniffled.  "Can't you just transform me into a girl?"

"Jimmy, having been transformed by magic, legally I'm a non-entity as 
you would be, if you were just transformed.  Further, mom's already 
having problems with one son having just disappeared.  Having another 
would be way too many problems.  Going the mundane route may be 
slower, but it's a lot safer."

"Oh."  Jimmy seemed disappointed.

"Hey, I may not be willing to transform you permanently, but there's 
no reason why you can't spend some time temporarily as a girl, 
particularly when we're at home."

Jimmy brightened up.  "Really?  You'd do that for me?"

"On two conditions."

"Anything."

"One, drop the petulant child bit.  We'll spend the next two or three 
days dressing you up as a girl.  No magic.  And if you're a good 
girl, and a helpful, polite sister, I'll magically give you a female 
body.  And since you've finished your finals, you can spend all your 
time as a woman.  At least till mom gets home."

Jimmy hugged me.  "Agreed.  What else?"

"You are going to have to tell mom all about this when she gets home. 
I'll be there to help if you want it, but you have to do the telling."

Jimmy gulped but nodded.

"Okay, then it's time for me to go shopping.  I trust I can leave my 
sister home alone for a few hours?"

"Yes."

"Is my shaving stuff still in the bathroom?"  No longer needing it, 
thanks to the spell transforming me, I left it behind when I moved 
out before my apprenticeship.

"Uh-huh."

"Then take a bath and take the time to shave your legs while I'm 
gone.  Use some of mom's bath beads.  They'll soften your skin as 
well as give you a light perfuming."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, have fun with it."  Jimmy smiled.  "You should probably also 
think of a new name for your female persona."

"Okay."

"Now I've got a question for you."

"What?"

"If I'm gonna buy your new clothes I need to know what you want to 
look like.  What kind of style of clothes and hair do you want me to 
buy?"

"Uhm...  Honestly?"

"Uh-huh.  No secrets, little sis."

"Something that shows off my body.  Something..."

"Slutty?"  Jimmy blushed, but nodded.  "So my little sister's an 
exhibitionist."  I winked at him.  "What about your hair?"

"I'd like a hair color like Wanda's.  That fiery crimson red of hers 
is so sexy."

"It is, isn't it?"  I kissed Jimmy on the cheek.  "See you in a couple hours."

I went out, made one stop at a store that specialized in clothing and 
accessories for helping the transvestite look more feminine, then 
went to the mall.  Now with an L cup size, there's very little that 
will fit me, so I have to buy smaller clothes and modify them to fit 
me.  And since a spell requires proper visualization, I've gotten 
very good at judging sizes.  So buying clothes to fit my "sister" was 
no problem.

When I got back home, I peeked in on Jimmy, who was still in the 
bath.  He was shaving his legs and humming happily.  I went to his 
room and unloaded my packages.  He must've heard me, because he 
called out, "Is that you, sis?"

"Yeah, but there's no hurry.  Take your time."

"That was a quick trip."

"Not really.  Two hours may not be the longest shopping trip I've 
made, but I wouldn't call it quick."

"Two hours?  I've been in here two hours?"  I heard him get out of the tub.

I smiled.  I remembered my first bath after my transformation.  I had 
been doing heavy spell casting all day and really needed to relax.  I 
felt too tired to stand, so I ran a bath and got in.  Next thing I 
knew it was three hours later, and time for bed.  Believe me, men 
have lost out when it comes to their insistence on showers.  A long, 
luxurious bath is a treat not to be missed.

Jimmy came in, a towel wrapped around his waist.  I shook my head. 
"Stand with your arms out stretched."

Jimmy was a little confused, but did as he was told.  I walked over, 
undid the towel, pulled it up around his chest and re-secured it. 
"There, now you've covered properly for a lady."

"But it barely covers my crotch, now."

"So remember to bring a bigger towel into the bathroom next time."

"Well...  What if I want my breasts hanging out?"

"When you're alone, that's fine.  But better to get into the habit of 
being modest and forgetting to be immodest, then vice versa."

"Well, I guess."

I gave him a kiss on the head.  "Trust your big sis.  Now let's get started."

After drying him off, I got out a corset.  This version, unlike most 
I had seen, had no cups for the tits.  I had purposefully chosen it 
so as to be able to modify Jimmy's breast size (with breastforms) and 
bra types.  We got Jimmy into it and tightened him up.  He complained 
a bit, but after I was finished and he got a look at himself, he was 
amazed.  His waist, originally a slim 28, had been shrunk down to a 
22.

I got out a pair of breastforms, and some special glue.  It wasn't 
going to let the breastforms just come off, even with soapy water, 
but was dissolvable with a special solution.  After I glued them to 
Jimmy's chest, he looked at them and said, "They look... smaller than 
I wanted."

"I figured that.  They're only B cups.  But on your 5'2" frame they look fine."

"Well, I don't want to seem ungrateful.  I mean, you've done so much 
for me already.  But I wanted big, not fine."

I smiled.  "Relax.  I got larger breast sizes, but you should get 
used to the small sizes first."

"You think maybe I could have tits your size?"

I laughed a bit.  "Hun, I don't think they make breastforms that large."

Jimmy smiled and poked me in the side.  "I suppose not.  So what's next?"

"Well, now that you've got tits, you need," I reached into a bag and 
pulled out, "a bra."

"Oh, it's so pretty."

It was a pink, lacy thing.  More pretty than functional.  "I thought 
you'd like it."

I helped him into it.  He tried snapping it in back, but needed my 
help.  "Aw, gee," he said, "that's harder than it looks."

"It just takes practice.  You'll get the hang of it.  The way you 
learn, it'll probably take you less time than I did.  Of course, I 
also cheated and used magic, so it took me a lot longer than it 
should've."

"Cheater."  Jimmy stuck his tongue out at me, and we both laughed.  I 
was briefly struck by the irony of it.  Just this morning, I would've 
referred to Jimmy as unholy terror who I wouldn't have wanted to 
spend a minute longer with than I had to.  Now, here I was joking and 
discussing clothing and breasts with him.  Go figure.

We quickly got him dressed in stockings, panties, heels, a slip, and 
a simple, blue dress.  I stood by him, as he got used to walking in 
his new heels.  Then I got out the piece de resistance.  A long, red 
wig.  I don't know what it is, but I've always preferred really long 
hair, and since I was footing the bill, I had bought Jimmy a wig that 
went long down his back, touching his butt.

I carefully affixed the wig to the top of his head, then turned Jimmy 
to face the mirror.  He was speechless.  "Is...  Is that me?"

"Uh huh."

"I'm... pretty."

"Yes, you are.  Very pretty.  And we're not even finished yet."

"We aren't?!"

I got out a small make-up kit.  "Nope."

Jimmy took it and slowly opened it up.  He took out some of the 
make-up and asked, "How...  How do I put it on?"

I then took a few minutes and gave Jimmy a crash course in the 
application of make-up.  When we were finished, Jimmy looked at 
himself in the mirror, amazed at the beauty we had created.  Then he 
threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly.  "Thank you, Jenny. 
Thank you, thank you."

"Now, wait there."  I stood, did a little visualizing, and said, 
"Moor, naelc pu, dna emoceb eninimef."  The first part of my spell 
took effect and Jimmy's room cleaned itself up.  His dirty clothes 
deposited themselves in his hamper; his new clothes put themselves 
away; his bed made itself; and his dressers and bookshelves neatened 
themselves up.  Then part 2 kicked in.  The paint on his walls, as 
well as his bed sheets became a pretty pink.  His bed transformed 
itself into a feminine four-poster with a draping canopy.  His entire 
room changed, becoming a woman's boudoir in less time than it takes 
to tell about it.

I turned back to him.  "Do you like it?  I can change it back or to 
something less frilly if you'd like."

"No.  No, it's perfect.  Thanks."

"Okay, but you've got to keep it clean.  A proper, young lady keeps 
her room spotless."

"Oh, I will, Jenny.  I will."

"Which brings up another point?  What do you want your new, femme name to be?"

"I've been thinking about that, and I have a name I'd like to be called."

"What is it?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I promise."

"I want to be called Bambi."

I didn't laugh, but I couldn't help but smile.  "Not a very... 
enlightened name."  I had been joking, but I saw by Jimmy's 
crestfallen face that he was hurt by what I had said.  I quickly 
hugged him to me. "Oh, Jimmy,... Bambi, I was just teasing.  If you 
want to be called Bambi then Bambi it is."

"Really?  You don't think it's too... silly?"

"Hun, I've always been honest with you, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, yes, I do think it's a little silly.  But it's not my name. 
If you're going to wander around wondering whether or not everyone is 
thinking you've got a silly name, then change it.  But if you can 
proudly stand up and say, 'My name is Bambi,' then stop worrying 
about what anyone else, including me, thinks."

Jimmy thought about it for a few seconds and then stood up tall and 
said, "My name is Bambi."

I smiled and said, "Well then, Bambi, let's go have dinner."

We went downstairs.  I offered to spell up some food, but Jimmy, now 
Bambi, insisted on cooking something himself.  It turns out he's not 
a bad cook.  Nothing to write home about, as the saying goes, but not 
bad.  We were sitting at the dinner table talking when I heard Wanda 
say, "Well, isn't this cute?  Little, sissy boy all dressed up?"

Bambi shamefacedly looked away.  I gave Wanda a withering glare which 
she didn't understand, and said, "Bambi, could you take these dishes 
into the kitchen while I talk with your sister-not-quite-in-law?"

Bambi nodded, and silently took the dishes into the kitchen.  I 
turned to Wanda, and angrily said, "Don't tease him!  He's having 
enough problems with this as it is!"

Wanda was confused.  "But... isn't this a punishment for something he 
tried to do when you confronted him?"

Then I understood where Wanda was coming from.  She assumed that I 
was feminizing my little brother as a punishment.  "No, my love.  It 
turns out my brother is... or may be, a transsexual.  At the very 
least, a transvestite.  Turns out, he was jealous of my 
transformation.  He was a terror because of the problems he was 
having dealing with it."

"Oh, geez.  And I come in here and start making fun of him.  Now I 
feel like a heel.  I've got to go apologize."

Wanda went into the kitchen, and I followed.  Wanda walked up and 
said, "Jimmy?"

Bambi was rinsing off dishes in the sink for the dishwasher.  Without 
turning around, he said, "I prefer Bambi."

"Bambi, I want to apologize."

"Okay, you apologized.  So leave me alone."  I could hear the 
behavior of the old, moody Jimmy creeping back into his voice.

"No."  Wanda walked up and put her hand on Bambi's shoulder.  "I 
thought this was a punishment.  I thought your sister was trying to 
educate you as to what it was like to be a girl.  I shouldn't have 
jumped in without knowing what was going on.  I'm sorry."

Bambi sniffed.  "Okay."

"Forgive your sister... not-quite-in-law?"  Bambi nodded.  "Let me 
help."  Wanda took the dishes and started loading the dishwasher.

They weren't on the best of terms, but they were getting along so I 
went back into the dining room and sat down for a while.  When they 
came back in they were getting along much better, which, as it turns 
out, wasn't good for me.

Wanda entered first, laughing.  "You're kidding."

"Nope.  Mud all over him, and smelling of hay.  It was a sight to behold."

"What are you two talking about?" I asked.

Wanda said, "Oh, I just asked your little sister if she had any 
embarrassing stories about you."

I groaned.  "What did she say?"

Wanda sat on my lap and kissed me.  "Oh, she was just telling me 
about the time you entered the greased pig contest at the state fair 
five years ago."

I groaned again.  At the state fair that year I entered the greased 
pig contest.  About halfway through, when I was covered in mud, I had 
gotten knocked back out of the pen and into a big stack of hay.  I 
was an absolute mess.

"So this is how it's going to be?  You two constantly conspiring to 
embarrass me?"

Wanda kissed me again.  "Of course.  And after a few years of us 
living together, I'm going to come back here and tell her all the 
embarrassing stories I've got about you."

"Thanks."  Despite my being totally embarrassed, we all had a good 
time that night.

Over the next three days, I built Bambi's chest up to a DD cup 
breastform.  On the fourth day, I decided on a treat since Bambi had 
been an exceptionally nice sister during those three days.  I got up 
early and went and used mom's lab.  Normally a sorceress's lab is a 
private place, but since I hadn't set up my own yet, mom had agreed 
to let me use hers.  The lab is used for rituals and enchantments, 
ways for a sorceress to increase her power.  Now I didn't need it. 
What I was planning could've been done with a spell, but an enchanted 
item, namely a bra, would have been a bigger surprise.

After I was finished, I went into Bambi's room.  "Wake up, sleepy head."

Bambi woke up and stretched.  I was amazed.  After only a few days, 
my "brother" had become so effeminate in his behaviorisms.  She (at 
this point it was getting harder and harder to think of Bambi as a 
him) had taken to sleeping in nothing but a babydoll nightie and 
breastforms.  She said, "Morning, Jenny."

"Morning.  It's time to get up and get dressed."

Bambi leapt out of bed.  After she pulled off the nightie, I handed 
her the bottle of solvent.  She took off her breastforms, took a 
shower, and came back into the room.  "Will I be getting DDD 
breastforms today?"

"Not exactly."

"Oh."  She seemed disappointed.  I smiled thinking of her reaction to my magic.

I handed her the bra.  "Put this on."

"Where are the breastforms?"

"We're gonna fill this bra out after you get it on."

"But-"

"Trust your big sister.  Have I steered you wrong yet?"

"Well, okay."  Bambi put on the bra.  She started with, "Now, what-" 
but was interrupted by the tingling sensation I knew would be present 
in her chest.  She looked down and saw her chest expand to fill the 
bra she was wearing.

"What do you think?  They are DDD, although they're not breastforms. 
Will they do?"

With tears in her eyes, she said, "They're...  They're beautiful!" 
She leapt into my arms and hugged and kissed me.

"Now, they're only temporary.  Take off the bra and they shrink back 
to normal.  But you've been such a good girl, I thought you deserved 
a treat."

She hugged me.  "Can we go out today?  I want to show my new body off."

We went out that day, all three of us, and had an all day shopping 
spree that rivaled my first as Jenny.  We had fun for the rest of 
mom's time away.

Mom came home on schedule.  Bambi and I had talked it over and agreed 
that I would explain some stuff to mom first before she made her 
grand entrance.

Wanda and I picked mom up at the airport.  As I loaded her luggage 
into the back of Wanda's minivan, she asked, "So was Jimmy his usual 
trouble, or worse than ever?"

"Actually, mom, Jimmy was surprisingly helpful."

"I don't believe it."

"No, it's true.  We had a... confrontation of sorts early on, but we 
took the time to sit down and have a long talk.  We got some stuff 
straightened out.  Now, Jimmy's a lot better person.  He's actually 
taken on the lion's share of the housework during your time away."

"Unbelievable."

"But, mom, not all of Jimmy's changes have been purely mental or emotional."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Jimmy and I worked together to create... a new look for him. 
And it's... different."

"You mean in comparison to that faded jeans and T-shirt look he used to sport?"

"Particularly in comparison to that look."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're going to have to see it to believe it."

Mom dropped her voice.  "Any magical changes?"

"A little was used, but nothing Jimmy didn't want, or even anything 
he had to be coerced into, and nothing permanent."

Mom gave me a quizzical look, but just accepted my word for it when I 
said that she'd have to see it to believe it.

We drove back home, discussing what was going on at the council 
meeting she had attended.  (Apparently there were some big portents 
of major upcoming events.  Nothing specific, just something big in 
the air.)  Then we got on to more local news.

"So what did they say when you told them about Jimmy?"

Mom sighed.  "They wanted me to make sure that he hadn't told anyone 
else.  Then, if he had, I was instructed to transfer him to another 
college somewhere.  They also recommended we change his appearance 
some way."

"What if he didn't tell anyone?"

"Then the instruction becomes a recommendation, the recommendation 
becomes purely optional.  I just don't know what I'm gonna do if we 
have to move him, and he doesn't want to go."

Wanda let it slip, "Probably not going to be as hard as you think."

I slapped her as mom asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Mom, just... wait till we get home."  Mom got a confused look, but 
didn't press the issue.

We drove the rest of the way in silence.  When we got home, mom 
walked in and yelled, "Jimmy, come on down and give your mom a hug."

Bambi called out, "Jen, is it okay yet?"

"Not quite."  Mom gave me that 'What the hell is going on?' look. 
"Mom, sit down."  Mom slowly sat down on the couch.  "First off, I 
want you to know that when Jimmy and I talked we got to a possible 
root of his problem.  We took some steps to help, but he's 
definitely... changed.  I also want you to know that absolutely no 
coercion, magical or otherwise was used on Jimmy to get him dressed 
as you're about to see him."

"Okay."

"So, just be warned.  This is kind of... shocking."  Mom nodded, and 
I went over to the base of the stairs, and said, "Okay, Bambi, come 
on down."

Mom mouthed the word Bambi, just before she saw the real thing walk 
down the steps.  She was dressed as we had dressed her on the first 
day, complete with the B cup breastform.  Mom didn't recognize the 
new Jimmy at first, but after a few seconds, she said, "JIMMY!"

Jimmy stood by me, took my hand and said, "Actually, mom, I prefer Bambi now."

Mom looked back and forth between the two of us.  "But what-  But I- 
How?"  We briefly outlined what had happened to bring Bambi to life. 
"So you think you may be a woman?"

"Mom, I know I'm a woman.  And I'm tired of pretending otherwise."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't you ask?"

"Honey, don't be flip.  This is serious."

"I'm not being flip, mom.  And I am being serious.  You know geniuses 
are such a small percentage of the populace, but you'd be amazed at 
how many people think they know exactly what a genius thinks and 
feels."

"What do you mean?"

"Nobody ever asks me what I think, or what I feel, or what I want. 
Everybody just assumes.  Did anybody ask me how I really felt about 
being skipped ahead in class?"

"I thought that you wanted it."

"Thought, mom.  You didn't bother asking."

"But why didn't you say anything when we discussed it with the principal?"

"Mom, I was 9 years old.  Suddenly I get dragged into the office with 
you and the principal.  He spends half an hour telling me about how 
this is the best thing for me.  You just sit back with a hopeful look 
on your face.  Then finally he asks, 'What do you think?'  And do you 
remember my response was?"

"I seem to remember you wanting it."

"No, mom, my response was, 'Yeah, I guess so.'  Hardly a rousing 
endorsement.  And you were so proud, how could I object?  Nobody 
bothered to mention the downsides.  Nobody bothered to mention that 
I'd be losing all my friends.  Nobody bothered to mention the fact 
that all the kids who I'd be attending high school with would look at 
me like I was some kind of freak for being 9 and in the same grade 
they were.

"And then, when I finished high school, everybody just assumed I 
wanted to go on to college, and before I knew what happened, and 
before I could object, I was already enrolled.  And you want to know 
what?  I hate it.  I hate attending classes with people 5 to 8 years 
or more older than me.  I hate the patronizing way everybody treats 
me because I barely qualify as a teenager.  And I hate... feeling... 
so... alone."

"But... you've got such potential."

"Oh, God, mom!  Do you know how much I hate that word?!  Do you know 
what people are saying when they say that?  Potential implies a 
potential for something.  And if it's a potential something, it means 
you're not doing that something.  It's a nice way of judging somebody 
while convincing yourself that's not what you're doing."

Mom just sat there and said, "But-"

"No buts.  For once in my life, I want to stand up with no 
expectations of what anybody else wants and just be me.  And, this," 
Bambi waved her hands down her body, "is me."  She then turned around 
and stormed back up the steps.

Mom just sat there before turning to me and asking, "What do I do now?"

"How about you go after her?  Tell her that no matter what she 
chooses to be you'll always accept her and love her."

Mom got up and went upstairs.  After a little while she came back 
down and went into her lab.  I went upstairs to see how Bambi was. 
She was sitting on the edge of her bed, fingering the edge of her 
dress, lost in thought.  "Hey, Bambi.  You okay?"

"Yeah.  Mom and I talked.  She's going to make an appointment with a 
doctor tomorrow to get me, in her words, checked out.  I'm still not 
sure she accepts me as Bambi yet."

"Hey, give her a chance.  This is a big thing to accept, particularly 
for a mother.  Learning that you dont know your own son is a big 
problem."

"Yeah, I suppose."

I sat beside her and put my arm around her shoulders.  "Hey, she'll 
come around."

Bambi put her head on my shoulder.  "Thanks for being there for me."

"Hey, what are sisters for?"

It took a bunch of visits, I don't remember how many, but the 
psychiatrist eventually agreed with Bambi, and approved the starting 
of her on her official road to becoming Bambi.  After a year of 
dressing as a girl, an intensive hormone therapy, some surgery and a 
little magical assistance, Bambi came forth.   A girl with a 33-28-33 
body, and D cup tits.  Bambi wants larger, but mom said she better 
grow up a little first.

And that was how Jimmy Welker became Bambi Welker.

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

Daphne asked, "So did your mom ever accept Bambi?  And did Bambi go 
back to school?"

"Oh, yeah.  Mom accepted Bambi even before the psychiatrist approved 
her for the procedure.  And Bambi went back to school, but only part 
time."

"So what about my other questions?"

"After we're finished eating.  Our food is here."

The food came in, leaving Daphne to wait for the rest of the story.
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