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Here's the next part of my Witch Chronicles series.  It isn't the end 
and I'm not sure how long or how many installments there will be, but 
here's this one.

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
WITCH CHRONICLES 007 - Dark Beginnings
WITCH CHRONICLES 008 - Prelude to War

If you missed any or all of the previous installments let me know and 
I'll email you copies.

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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Government file 00008:
    Document classification: Events leading up to the Restoration

See also:
    Diaries of characters of the Restoration:
       Government file 00001: A TG Witch's Tale
       Government file 00002: Elizabeth's Story - Elizabeth
       Government file 00003: Elizabeth's Story - Lynn

    Events leading up to the Restoration:
       Government file 00004: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 01
       Government file 00005: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 02
       Government file 00006: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 03
       Government file 00007: Dark Beginnings

Note:  The events contained in these files are either personal
        diaries or the transcription of recordings made of personal
        awareness of events leading up to the Restoration.  As
        such, at times they tend to ramble and also contain a
        suitable content of material that is not suitable for
        perusal of minors.  In an effort to keep events as accurate
        as possible, no attempt to edit these files for content has
        been made, and any use of these files in any place where
        children might have access to them (history books,
        libraries, etc.) should be strictly regulated.

GOVERNMENT FILE 00008:
Subtitled: Prelude to War

[Bambi Welker]

[The following is from a copy of Bambi (once James) Welker's personal 
diary.  The events contained within the first splice are introductory 
and show an insight into Bambi's personality.  Those immediately 
following in the second splice happen simultaneous with the events 
contained in Elizabeth's diary at the end of File 00007.]

As I sit here, writing my diary, I am amazed at all the changes that 
have occurred in my life in the past 3 years.  As my hand moves, my 
arm casually brushes my breast, and part of me is very happy.  Not 
because of any sexual excitement at touching my own breasts (although 
there's no shortage of that), but because three years ago they 
weren't there.  I'm 17 years old, and a transsexual.  I was born male 
and given the name James Christian.  Problem was, I wasn't supposed 
to be male.  Okay, maybe that's not fair, maybe my body was supposed 
to be male, at least as far as the genetics were concerned.  The 
problem was, it got a woman's soul.

The thing is, even I didn't figure it out, not entirely, until 
puberty.  I've always been different.  You see, I'm a genius.  A 
hundred and seventy-four IQ at last test.  When I was a kid, I always 
had an affinity for soft, feminine things.  I preferred playing with 
Barbie to playing with G.I.Joe.  I preferred the feel of mom's 
panties to the feel of those briefs mom got me to wear (I think if 
her panties had fit, I might've stolen a couple pair to wear).  And I 
preferred skirts and dresses to pants.  I never shared my feelings 
with anyone, figuring it was part and parcel of being a genius.

Where did I get that idea?  Television (hey, I was 5, give me a 
break).  I mean take a look.  All geniuses on TV are either portrayed 
as pencil-necked loser-geeks, or total nut cases (usually the 
mad-genius foil to some super jock).  Then I entered school.

Now, already, I had an education years ahead of any student there (I 
was an avid reader with a photographic memory).  Then I saw the way 
the big kids treated the "smart" kids, and the way they treated the 
"sissy" boys (the smaller boys who weren't much interested in 
sports).  It didn't take much figuring to realize that being smart 
and small was already two strikes against me.  If they found out I 
really was a sissy, I'd get pounded into the ground on a daily basis. 
So when I was confronted on the playground by one of the bullying 6th 
graders I dropped him with a shot to the solar plexus, earning 
instant respect (kind of silly the things that'll impress grade 
schoolers).  I then became "macho boy", worse than the worst of the 
bullies.

The worst part was, I really took the most of my frustrations out on 
my big brother, Jerry.  You see, even though I made a big ass of 
myself, anytime a new "big kid" came into town he had to try me to 
see if he could beat me.  And I hated beating them up, but I knew 
that I had to.  I also knew that if I could just get a really big 
body they'd stop harassing me.  But it was my brother who inherited 
the big body.  In 3rd grade he was larger than most 6th graders, and 
was big enough to make first string on the high school football team 
his sophomore year.  And I hated him for getting what I couldn't.

Then, when I was in fourth grade, I got pulled into the principal's 
office.  I thought it was for fighting, and, in a way, it was.  The 
principal thought he knew what was causing me to feel the need to 
lash out.  He thought that I was so far ahead of the rest of my class 
that I was lashing out because of boredom and he wanted to skip me 
ahead right into 7th grade.  He spent a half hour going over with me 
and mom the why's and wherefore's of the benefits of skipping me 
ahead.  I wasn't too keen on the idea, but mom was right there, and 
she seemed so proud that I just couldn't say no.  So, next year, I 
was in 7th grade.

That was when I discovered that I liked boys more than I liked girls. 
Romantically, I mean.  That was also when my feminine soul really 
started giving me troubles.  Being in junior high with a bunch of 
kids going through puberty introduced me to the concept of sex early 
on.  And when I fantasized about having sex, it was with me on my 
back, with a guy on top of me playing with my breasts.  Okay, I 
suppose I knew on some level I wasn't going to get any breasts, but 
that didn't stop the fantasies.  But in 7th grade Health class, the 
sex ed. part, was when I was forced to confront the fact that it 
wasn't going to happen.

That was also when mom bought a computer.  One of the top of the line 
for its day.  She mostly bought it for work, but gave me free reign 
of it for schoolwork.  Then one day, after I got on after mom, I was 
curious about what she had been doing, so I started digging.  Mom had 
been talking to another computer with our computer, and the number 
was still in the modem register.  I called the number and got the 
computer of a factory of some kind.  Well, mom had never been 
specific about where she worked and what she did, and the site was 
too non-specific to appease my curiosity.  So I attempted to get into 
the secure areas of the other computer.  The security was good, but 
it was way too run of the mill to keep me out for long.

And what I found out shocked me.  Mom was a sorceress.  That's right, 
a spell-casting, reality manipulating sorceress.  As head of the 
state's council, it was her job to coordinate the White Sisterhood's 
(the name of the all-female organization) activities with the 
Collegiate Brotherhood (the all-male counterpart) against the forces 
of darkness.

I was fascinated and spent as much time as I could finding out as 
much as I could about both groups.  But it was something else that I 
found out that really excited me.  It seems that somewhere in history 
the Brotherhood had lost the ability to safely awaken the power of 
men with the highest power levels.  Since the forces of darkness 
would forcibly induct this power level if they weren't awakened, the 
men were transformed into she-males and given a couple weeks being 
courted to convince them to remain women in order to get them to join 
the Sisterhood.  This, of course, restarted my fantasies of becoming 
a woman all over again.

I spent the next four years wishing I had that upper power-level, but 
praying that if I didn't, that I had no power whatsoever.  You see, 
when a sorcerer or sorceress gets awakened, their bodies get stuck in 
a condition called "native state".  They don't age, and can't be 
transformed for more than a half day out of any two day period 
without causing a mental breakdown.  Just as I had fantasies about 
being a super-powerful sorceress, I also had nightmares about being 
awakened as a medium powered sorcerer and having to spend the rest of 
my life as a guy.

Well, I spend the next four years wondering as I completed all 6 
years of high school.  When I completed high school I figured I could 
maybe take a year or two off (if 18 year olds can do it, why not a 13 
year old?), but everybody, mom included, just figured I'd go right 
into college, so before I knew what was happening, mom was dragging 
me from campus to campus checking out which one to enroll me in. 
That was when IT happened.  Mom dragged me off to check out some 
campuses in New York, which scared me senseless.  Bad enough to be 
entering college 5 years early, but to be enrolled in one on the 
other side of the nation?  I think I might've killed myself.  Luckily 
mom didn't seem too serious about it, and, in fact, she seemed kind 
of preoccupied.  When I asked her about it, she said it was just some 
job stuff.  I wanted to tell her I knew what her job really was, but 
I didn't.

When we got home, mom brought me to the sitter (despite protests that 
I was too old for a sitter) then went off.  When she got back, she 
told me that Jerry was off getting some special training.  I thought 
it was for football.  But then I started getting suspicious when he 
didn't return after a couple weeks.  I really got suspicious when mom 
quickly changed the subject every time I asked about Jerry.  I did 
briefly think he might be a sorceress, but his name didn't show up on 
the name rolls for either the Sisterhood or the Brotherhood, so I was 
left to wonder.

Then, 9 months later, shortly after finals, mom takes me down to the 
kitchen, with my eyes tightly shut, and introduces me to this 
fantastic babe.  Then she tells me that this fantastic babe is, or 
more accurately, was, my brother.  I nearly screamed and attacked 
him.  Here I had been wishing for the past four years to become a 
sorceress and my brother gets the wish.  Then I revealed that I knew 
about sorceresses.  We had some words, then I went upstairs to the 
computer.

Well, mom was called away on some business for the Sisterhood, and 
left me at home with my new sister, Jenny.  But Jenny had a friend, a 
beautiful redhead named Wanda, and I heard them talking that night. 
The two were in love and planned on spending the rest of their lives 
together.  I felt that this was the last straw.  I had been wishing 
that I could find my one true love, and once more, my brother gets 
what I want.  The next day, I tried to blackmail Jenny into giving me 
the ability to have sex with whomever I pleased.  I claimed that I'd 
planted knowledge about the Sisterhood in public servers and it'd go 
to every newsgroup I could find if she didn't comply.

So Jenny granted my wish, but added her own twist.  She made me 
desire people who were the opposite of who I used to desire.  I 
started desiring women, the more feminine the more I desired them. 
For three days, she let me fuck women, but I remembered what I used 
to desire, and, when actually in bed, desired what I used to, namely 
men.  Then she confronted me, and I broke down and told her what had 
been going through my head over the last ten years of my life.

We talked, for the first time in our lives, and she agreed to help me 
realize my dreams, and for the rest of mom's time away, I dressed up 
and acted as I wanted.  Acted as my soul directed.  Became a girl. 
Then mom came home and, with Jenny's help, I told mom how I felt. 
She was a little freaked.  I don't suppose I can blame her (although 
I did at the time).  But she agreed to take me to see a doctor. 
After discussing it with me the doctor agreed and started me down the 
road to becoming Bambi.  That's my name, and I chose it.  Yeah, I 
know.  In my sister's words, it's not a very enlightened name, but 
there's something about it that just seems right.  For me, at least.

Well, a year and a half later, after living as a woman, and months of 
hormone therapy, mom agreed to get me implants.  Actually, she agreed 
to get them so as to provide a cover for the spells to enhance my 
breasts.  I only had B cups before the implants.  I wanted huge, huge 
breasts, but mom only agreed to up me to D.  She said that if, after 
a couple years with those, I still was determined to get larger we 
could discuss it then.  I've got to say though, she was right (but 
unless she's peeking into this diary, she'll never hear me admit it). 
After dealing with my D's, seeing my sister deal with her L's (the 
size of a sorceress's breasts are in direct proportion to her power, 
and Jenny is the world's most powerful sorceress), and mom deal with 
her E cups, I'm satisfied with what I've got.  And when I'm not, I 
use a magic bra Jenny gave me that gives me a pair of DDD's.

Well, shortly before I got those implants, I met the man who was to 
become my boyfriend.  Travis Beckman, the sixth grader I dropped when 
I was in Kindergarten.  Now that's irony.  At first, he introduced 
himself wondering if I was related to Jimmy.  I told him that I was 
Jimmy's cousin.  He then asked me out.  I put him off, since this was 
before the operation to give me a vagina, and I didn't want to take 
any chances on him finding out who I was.  He kept pestering me 
though, and on the Friday before Spring Break (when I'd be getting my 
implants) I said I'd go out with him on the Friday after Spring Break 
was over.

I got my implants on Monday.  On Tuesday, I was eating chicken broth 
(I had had a nauseous reaction to the anesthesia, and that was all I 
could keep down) when he knocked on the door with a bunch of flowers. 
It seems he was a volunteer at the hospital and had sneaked a peek at 
my chart.  He came in, we talked, and he started pestering me for the 
reason why I had decided on implants.  Well, I was too sick to take 
it for long and confessed who and what I was, figuring that it'd keep 
him from bothering me any more.

He just laughed a bit when I told him.  I asked him what was so 
funny, and he pointed out the irony of his having a date with the boy 
who had laid him out over a decade ago.  I was shocked, asking him if 
he didn't mind me being a transsexual.  He then confessed to me that 
he was bisexual, and my transsexuality, far from being a turn-off was 
a major turn-on.  He then kissed me and left, and I nearly tore my 
stitches out in a pleasure fit.  FINALLY, I had found someone who 
would accept me for who I was.

I went home next day with the doctor warning me what I could and 
could not do and how long not to do it for.  Of course, not fifteen 
minutes had gone by once I was home before mom had transformed my 
breast implants into real breast tissue, and completely healed me, so 
it was kind of unnecessary.

Next Friday, Travis and I went out on our date.  He wined me, he 
dined me, and he danced me to my heart's content.  Then he took me 
out to the local make-out point and we watched the moonlight dance on 
the water.  Finally, he turned to me and said, "Bambi?"

"Yes?"

"I...  I know what I'd be trying to do if you were a real girl-"

I cringed and shoved him away from me.  "DAMN IT!  I am a real girl," 
I tapped my chest above my heart, "in here," then tapped my head, 
"and up here, where it counts!"

He flopped back on the seat.  "Oh, great, five seconds into the 
conversation and I've already screwed up."  He then turned to me and 
said, "Bambi, I am SO sorry.  It's just... I don't know how to treat 
you.  You've admitted you haven't had sex since starting your sex 
change, which kind of makes you a virgin, even if you did have sex as 
Jimmy.  You're also a genius.  You're also UNDERAGE."  He put his 
hand on my cheek and gently stroked.  "And what I want to do with you 
can scare off girls who have had sex, who aren't geniuses and aren't 
underage.  And that is the absolute LAST thing I want to do with you."

I looked into his eyes and saw need, combined with lust, with a 
healthy touch of fear.  I took his hand from my cheek and placed it 
on my tit.  "Travis, if you really want to treat me right, then 
forget who I used to be, forget about my "virginity", forget about my 
intelligence, and forget about my age.  You want me to love you, both 
physically and emotionally?  Just treat me like you would any woman 
you brought up here."

He sat there for a few seconds before tentatively sliding his arm 
around me, pulling me close and kissing me.  He gently fondled my tit 
before unbuttoning a couple buttons on my blouse and sliding his hand 
in.  I was shocked as a wave of pleasure coursed through me.  I mean, 
I had played with myself before and got quite a bit of pleasure from 
it, but it was nothing like this.  I moaned and pressed my body up 
into him.  I loved the feeling of his strong hands on my body.

After the kiss, with his hand still on my bosom, he asked, "Do you 
want to take this to the back seat?"  Travis was driving a 50's 
muscle car, with one of those HUGE backseats.

I nodded my assent, and Travis slid his hand from my blouse.  He got 
out, turned around, and I was already in the back seat with my blouse 
half off.  Yeah, I know, it was slutty, and the kind of thing that 
can earn a girl a fast bad rep if she does it with the wrong guy.  I 
don't care.  Didn't then.  Don't now.

Travis just smiled and got in the backseat with me.  He took me in 
his arms and gently held and stroked me as we kissed.  He carefully 
slid my blouse off, and laid me on my back.  He kissed down my neck, 
then laid a line of kisses along my breasts where my bra was.  He 
then kissed up to my nipple, sucking it through the lacy fabric. 
While he sucked on my breasts, he slid his hands under my skirt, and 
up to my panties.  His slid his finger into the leg holes, and 
briefly stroked the sides of my dick.  I hardened a little (the 
hormones making it nearly impossible for me to get really hard) under 
his touch, and moaned, shoving my hips into his hands.

After a few seconds, he pulled my panties down, while kissing his way 
down my body.  As he flipped up my skirt, I put my hands on my 
breasts and rubbed.  He leaned in and kissed my dick before sucking 
it into his mouth, causing me to take a sharp breath and arch my 
back.  He then gave me my first blow job.  He was gentle and loving, 
while being firm and strong.  He cupped and lifted my ass, massaging 
it while sucking me.  It wasn't long before I was screaming like a 
hellcat and cumming into his mouth.  Not much came out (another side 
effect of the hormones) but it still felt great.

After I came, he slid up beside me and held me.  I stroked his broad 
chest, and said, "Travis, how long does it take you to get hard again 
after cumming for the first time?"

"Depends on the person I'm with.  Usually about 15 to 20 minutes.  Why?"

"Because I want to both suck you off, and feel you inside me, and I 
was just wondering if we had time for both tonight."

"Man, you are better than I could ever believe.  Aren't you afraid of 
getting a bad rep?"

I thought about it.  "Maybe.  And maybe I'm just overcompensating for 
a decade and a half of  being in the wrong body.  But right now I 
just want to be with you, having sex, a woman with her man."

Travis smiled and kissed me.  We sat up and my hand went down to his 
crotch, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.  It was already 
hard, so it took a little work.  It was about 7 inches, and about as 
thick around as my own had been before my transformation.  I leaned 
over in the seat and licked at his cockhead.  I was pleased and 
excited when he moaned in pleasure.  To think that I could get that 
kind of reaction from a man.  I continued to suck and suck.  I tried 
to duplicate what Travis had done to me.  I must've been doing 
something right, because it wasn't too long before he was saying, 
"Gonna cum, gonna cum."

I then stopped, straddled his hips, and grasped his cock.  He asked, 
"What are you doing?"

I responded, "I can't wait," and proceeded to ram myself down on his 
cock.  It hurt, but it was a good pain.  The pain of lost virginity. 
The pain of becoming a woman.

As soon as I was all the way on him, I was about to start moving on 
him when he grasped my hips and held me in place.  "No, don't move," 
he said.  "I'll cum too quickly."  I didn't care.  I wanted him 
cumming inside me, spraying his man seed into my feminine bowels, but 
he wouldn't let me move.  When I settled down a bit, he moved his 
hands up and unsnapped my bra, letting my new tits swing in the 
breeze.  He then kissed and fondled them, still refusing to let me 
move on him.  "Warn me when you're close," he told me.

It took a little while, but I finally said, "I'm there," and he took 
me in hand and started moving me up and down on his dick.  It was 
only a short while later before he and I were cumming together in our 
first simultaneous orgasm.

I collapsed on top of him, his dick growing soft in my ass.  It was a 
lovely feeling.  Finally, he picked up my bra and blouse and put them 
back on me, not even making me get off of him till I was dressed.  He 
then gently set me on the seat, knelt on the floor, and helped me 
back into my panties, giving my dick a quick kiss before pulling them 
up around me.  He then got out, ran around and escorted me back to 
the front seat.

When he got back in, I snuggled up to him, and he drove me back home. 
When we got there, he escorted me to the front door, said, "See you 
tomorrow in the school courtyard?" and kissed me after I nodded my 
assent.

The next day, he wasn't there when he usually was.  I didn't know 
what to make of it.  Part of me wondered if he was just late, but 
another part thought that maybe this was his way of dumping me.  Of 
course, that was when sleazy Sam had to appear.  An ugly troll of a 
boy reeking of garlic.  He came up to me and just put his arm around 
my shoulders.  I shoved his arm off of me, saying, "Get off of me, 
sleaze."

"Oh, come on, baby.  I was up at lookout point last night.  I saw you 
and Travis on your first date.  The whole campus knows what kind of 
girl you really are."

I blanched a bit, but wasn't about to let this ass get the best of 
me.  Luckily I didn't have to worry about it.  Travis chose that 
moment to make his appearance, clamping his hand down on Sam's 
shoulder.  "And what kind of girl would that be?  And before you 
answer that, keep in mind that this woman is my girlfriend, and if 
you say anything bad about her I'm gonna make you eat your teeth."

Sam gulped.  When he didn't say anything, Travis said, "You have 
somewhere else to be, don't you?" making clear by the tone of his 
voice that it was an order, not a request, either for information or 
compliance.

Sam beat it out of there, and Travis sat beside me.  "Sorry I'm late. 
I had to make a stop."  He then pulled out a long, narrow jewelry 
box.  He opened it up, and inside was a simple gold necklace.  He 
took it out, then took off his senior class ring and slid it on to 
the necklace.  He held it up by its ends and asked, "May I?"

I was shocked.  He was asking more than if he could put on a bit of 
jewelry.  By asking me to wear his class ring, he was asking me to 
declare myself his steady.  I sat there for a few seconds before 
whispering, "Yes."  I moved my hair out of the way, and he hooked the 
necklace around my neck.

Mom freaked a bit when I showed it to her, saying I was too young to 
go steady.  I just pointed out that I was older than Jenny had been 
when she and Wanda declared their life mating.  And I wasn't 
declaring a life mating, just saying I had a steady boyfriend.

That was about a year ago.  Travis and I are still together.  We've 
shared a few lovers, but Travis is still my main fuck.  Since going 
steady I've gotten the operation to get a vagina.  I think Travis is 
a little disappointed in that, but he understands why I felt I had to 
do it.

But I've got a surprise for him.  A gift from my sister.  A little 
while ago, I lost a great job due to a sexist asshole.  It later 
turned out that the man was part of a private social club that 
treated all women like crap, so sis took him and his cronies and 
turned them into submissive she-male slaves, giving them to girls 
they hurt.  I got my ex-boss, and I'm going to share "her" with 
Travis tonight.

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

Today has been mind-blowing.  Travis and I never managed to get 
together with Candy.  And right now I'm sitting by his bedside 
nursing him back to health.  It started with the last class of our 
day.  Travis met me outside as he usually did.  And he kissed me as 
he usually does.  We walked to the cafeteria, which was closed, but 
had some tables and vending machines.  Travis bought me some fruit (a 
girl's got to watch her figure), and bought some cookies for himself. 
We sat down side by side, and ate with his arm around me.  When we 
finished I told him, "I've got a surprise for you."

"What's that?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise.  Let's just say I've found 
someone for a 3-way that you should find really fun and exciting."

"Who is he?"  We had both found lovers for the occasional 3-way.  I 
had made love with girls that Travis had brought to the relationship, 
but more for the sake of him than for any interest in women.  So far, 
though, I've only brought men into the relationship.

"She's someone my sister introduced me to."

"She?  Am I influencing you into a more bisexual nature?"

I smiled.  "Maybe you are."  That was true enough.  Since dating him, 
my attraction to women had increased.  "But don't worry.  My 
attraction to you hasn't lessened at all."

He laughed a bit.  "That's good to hear."  He then kissed me.

At that point, a couple people walked up.  One said, "Bambi Welker?"

I looked up.  From the moment I saw them, I was creeped out.  There 
was a darkness about them that bothered me.  "Yeah," I said.

The first one, a tall man, said, "Come with me."

I was shocked.  "I don't think so."

The man said, "You have no choice."

Travis said, "Now wait a second," and stood up, placing himself 
between me and the two strangers.  The other person, a voluptuous 
woman, stepped forward.  Suddenly Travis screamed in pain, and I saw 
the pointed end of a sword come out his back.

Travis dropped to the ground, and I went to the ground beside him.  I 
looked up.  The woman's arm had become a sword.  Knowing that the 
Sisterhood and the Brotherhood have strict rules about using magic in 
front of normals, I knew that these people were dark sorcerers.  The 
man grabbed me by the arms and lifted me up.  "You will come with me."

I kicked him in the balls.  A useless maneuver, but all I had.  My 
foot slammed into something solid.  I don't know whether he had a 
force field or had shapeshifted into something without balls, but the 
result was the same, nothing.  I struggled a bit, then heard a woman 
say, "Put the girl down."

I twisted my head around to look at the voice.  It was a pretty 
redhead, maybe mid-20s.  The man told his partner, "Kill her."

The female sorceress walked over to the other woman.  "Get out of 
here!" I screamed, but the woman didn't move.

The sorceress transformed her hand again and shoved it through the 
woman's body.  The woman didn't even flinch.  But then, she changed. 
Her skin, clothes, and hair all became the color of red clay, and she 
grew and shifted, becoming an asexual, four-armed thing.  It raised 
its arm, and smashed the woman's head in.  The man yelled "Crap!" and 
spun me around.  He put his hand around my throat and said, "Don't 
move or I kill the girl."

Suddenly the thing extended its arm into a column that blew past my 
ear.  I felt blood spray the side of my head and the man went lax.  I 
went to my knees beside Travis.  The thing shifted back to its human 
form and said, "We have to go.  More will come."

"I'm not leaving Travis!"

The thing came over, lifted Travis up, and placed its hands on his 
wound.  Its hands broke off, and flowed into patches for his wound. 
It grew new hands, grabbed Travis's collar and threw him onto its 
shoulder.  It then shifted into a pegasus.  It waved its head towards 
its back where Travis now was and waited for me to get on.

After I did, the thing flowed restraints around me and Travis and 
took off at a gallop.  It took to the air, making me glad it had 
restrained us.  We flew east, out of the city proper, till we reached 
a huge estate.  I felt this strange tingle and suddenly the yard was 
filled with people, and others.  I saw a gryphon on the ground. 
Someone leapt onto its back and it took to the air.  It flew straight 
towards us.  When it got close, it growled out, "Who are you?"

Before I could say a thing, the woman, an Asian with huge breasts (I 
assumed a sorceress) on the Gryphon's back yelled out, "That's Bambi 
Welker, Jenny's sister!"

"Please!" I yelled out.  "I have an injured man!  Please help me!"

The gryphon nodded and flew towards the ground.  The pegasus 
followed.  As we got close, I saw both mom and Jenny on the ground 
making their way towards the open space we were going to be using as 
a landing strip.  As we pulled to a stop, the restraints let us go, 
and I leapt to the ground.  I pulled Travis to the ground beside me 
and yelled, "Mom!  Travis is hurt!  We were attacked!"

Mom ran up and took a look at him.  "Can't you do anything?" I asked.

"This is beyond my ability to visualize."  She turned to the Gryphon. 
"None of our council members are healers, can you do anything?"

"For someone we've met, yes, but not with a stranger.  Healing with 
one of our breed is a form of physical transformation.  if it's 
someone we don't know, the transformation can be influenced by our 
subconscious desires, resulting in transformations to someone or 
something they're not."

Desperate, I begged, "Can't anybody do anything?"

I heard a man yell, "Coming through!"  A tall, good-looking man burst 
through the crowd and ran to Travis's side.  He stuck his finger in 
the clay and said, "What the hell is this?"

The pegasus extended its wing to Travis's body.  The clay became 
liquid and flowed into its wing.  The man then started to check the 
wounds.  A tall woman with large breasts stepped up.  The man said, 
"Send us to the E.R.  Now!"

The woman said,
"Arnold Shwarzennegger is a movie star,
Send these two to the E.R."

Suddenly Travis and the other man were gone.  "Where did they go?"

The tall woman said, "Don't worry, hun.  We have a fully stocked 
Emergency Room in the house, and Jason is one of the best E.R. 
surgeons in the state.  There's a Witch friend on call who's a nurse. 
Your friend's in the best hands possible.  You can wait inside for 
him to get finished."

Mom came up and wrapped her arm around me, escorting me to a large 
mansion.  As we walked, I noticed that more than a few people here 
had very strange bodies, wings, tails, animal heads amongst the most 
common variations, and I asked, "Mom, what's going on here?"

Mom smiled.  "When you were traipsing through the computer records of 
the Sisterhood, did you find any reference to a race of beings known 
as the Whit-chara?"

"A race of natural magical manipulators with the power to cast spells 
without training.  They were thought annihilated at the end of the 
Mage Wars in the Dark Ages.  I assume they weren't."

Mom nodded.  "Apparently, after the Mage Wars, our two groups lost 
track of each other.  When the dark Sorcerers found out they used 
that fact and kept our two groups in the dark about the existence of 
the other."

"But why are they all transformed?  Don't they have limits on how 
long they can stay that way?"

"Yeah, the same limits we do, but they're not transformed."

"But... the wings, the tails...  The Gryphon!"

"That's their native state.  A Whit-chara, or a Witch as they call 
themselves now, on the birthday following a multiple of 6, 7, 13, 19, 
etc., they undergo their version of the awakening.  Part, or even 
all, of their body transforms and they gain the ability to tap their 
mystic potential."

I thought about it, and then said, "Mom, the people who attacked us. 
They were Dark Sorcerers."

Mom stopped dead in her tracks.  "Oh... no.  Bambi, I have to go tell 
the others about this.  If the Dark Alliance is targeting normal 
relatives, others need to be warned."

"I understand."

Mom ran back to the group and I started wandering towards the house. 
That was when SHE came up to me.  I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I 
turned and saw a woman a little over 6' tall, with tits almost as big 
as Jenny's.  I briefly felt a pang of jealousy when I saw that she 
was also very pregnant.  The one thing mom couldn't give me was the 
ability to get pregnant.  How do you explain someone people knew used 
to be a boy getting pregnant?  But it was when I saw her face that I 
really stopped.  It's not that there was anything really spectacular 
about it, it was just beautiful.  For the first time in my life, a 
woman was exciting me sexually.

She said, "Hi, my name's Elizabeth.  I bet you're a little freaked by 
all of this."

"That's an understatement."

She laughed a bit.  "Come on.  I'll show you where you can wait for 
Jason to finish."

"Is he really any good?"

"Jason's the best.  And he's got a Witch friend as a nurse.  If they 
can't pull him through, he can't be pulled through."

"There's a pleasant thought."

"Sorry.  He'll be fine."

She put her arm around me and led me into the house.  I waited in the 
house for a few hours when the man, looking much more like a doctor 
in his hospital scrubs, came out.  I breathed a sigh of relief when 
he said, "He's going to be okay.  He lost a lot of blood, but the cut 
was clean and there was minimal tissue damage.  He'll be a while in 
recovery, but he should be fine."

"Where is he?"

"He's being moved upstairs.  He's already in Liz and Lynn's room. 
They volunteered.  Liz is with the Councils in meeting, but Lynn can 
take you upstairs."

He waved towards the door, and I turned and saw a lovely Eurasian 
girl, about my height, and, for the second time in my life, I got wet 
over a woman.  She walked up to me and extended her hand.  "Hi, my 
name is Lynn.  I'm Liz's wife."

I took her hand and shook it.  She led me upstairs and into a well 
furnished bedroom.  Travis was already waiting on the bed asleep.  I 
sat beside him, and took his hand.  Lynn came over and put her hand 
on my back.  I looked up at her and said, "Not that I'm complaining, 
but why did you volunteer to put Travis up in your room?"

"Because of you.  Liz says that as soon as she met you, she felt a 
connection to you."

"The feeling is mutual."  I turned back to Travis and said, "The 
strange thing is, I've never felt that way about a woman, any woman, 
before."

"I know the feeling.  I've never felt that way about a man before, 
but strangely enough, I think I could actually spend time in bed with 
you and your friend there.  I asked Liz about it.  She calls it an 
innate soul link.  No one knows what causes it.  Some people believe 
that it's the remnants of the soul link ritual forged in a past life. 
Others, a blessing from god."

Travis then started to stir.  "Bambi?"

"Here, my love."

Weakly, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, love.  But you're the one who needs rest."

"Was I... in surgery?"

"Yeah."

"Before I went under... I had the weirdest vision.  I thought I saw a 
girl who was part cat."

I turned to Lynn.  She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "That's 
Jen, a friend of ours, and the nurse who helped with his surgery."

I wasn't sure how Travis was going to be able to handle magic, so I 
just said, "That's okay, love.  We'll talk about your visions after 
you've had some rest."

He nodded and fell back into a deep sleep.

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

[Dorina Tempus]

I got tired of waiting in my office for news of our attacks on the 
mortal relatives of high ranking sorceresses and Witches so I went 
out to the comm center.  "How goes the collections?"

A woman turned to me, and with fear in her voice said, "Uhm, not 
good, ma'am.  We were only able to get about ten percent of our 
targets before the magic users started bringing their norm relatives 
into shielded areas."  She handed me a sheet of paper.  "This is who 
we got."

I looked over the sheet.  It would've been all worthwhile if just one 
name had been on that sheet, but, of course, "Where's Bambi Welker? 
She should've been one of the first captured."

"Uhm, we don't know.  The agents we sent after her were found with 
their heads smashed apart."

I crumpled the paper in my hand and it went up in flames.  I could 
feel the terror rise from the men and women present, most of whom 
were mortals who had no mystical power.  I decided an exercise in 
power was necessary to maintain intimidation.  Whether she knew it or 
not, the girl (this one) would not suffer from my anger.  If I 
targeted the bearers of bad news, everyone would be afraid of telling 
me things I needed to hear.  Better to choose a random target to 
inspire my minions not to fail me.

I looked around the group and selected a man in the corner.  I 
pointed my finger at him, cast my spell, and he was dragged forward 
by invisible strings.  I forced him to kneel before me.  I cast the 
spell to summon a cat-o-nine-tails to my hand.  I then disintegrated 
the clothes on his body.  I let the ends of the whip dangle on his 
back, before pulling my arm back and delivering 5 strokes across his 
ass.  I decided not to deliver any more.  No point in being 
gratuitous.  Besides, the wretch was beginning to enjoy it.  That's 
the problem with punishing agents of our Dark Alliance, far too many 
of them are masochists.

I then walked back to the woman who had given me the message.  I 
could tell from the fear from her that she was afraid she was next. 
I reached out and grasped her breast.  I gave her a slight bit of 
pleasure before saying, "You are relieved for the day.  Go get 
cleaned up and dressed in something slutty then come to my room."

With heavy breath, she said, "Yes, ma'am."

I smiled and returned to my room.  The girl would learn pain tonight, 
but she would also learn to enjoy it.  As I entered my room, I heard 
my brat whine for food.  Not deciding to waste time, I disintegrated 
my shirt and bra.  I grabbed my brat and slapped him to my tit.  I 
felt him start to gnaw on my tit and realized the little punk was 
starting to teethe.  It was almost enough to go through the process 
of getting pregnant again.  But I endured the torture, since I 
figured this was too sensitive a time to be taken out of the action 
with a bun in the oven.

After I finished feeding the brat, I heard a knock on the door.  I 
put the kid to sleep and opened the door magically.  The woman came 
in, dressed in a red tube top, black mini, stockings, red heels and a 
garter belt, whose straps were plainly visible between the top of her 
stockings and the bottom of her skirt.

"Very nice," I said, complimenting her.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Come in."  The girl hesitantly stepped forward.  "You need not be 
afraid.  I am not going to punish you."  She walked up a couple of 
steps.  I stepped up to her.  "You showed great bravery, telling me 
what I needed to know without hesitation, even though you knew it 
would probably anger me."

"Well, I felt that if you found out later it would probably anger you 
even more."

"That it would have."  I stepped up behind her, and reached my arms 
around her.  I took her breasts in hand, and started to massage them. 
She moaned and I said, "Your bravery deserves a reward."  I kissed 
the nape of her neck.  "I am going to give you a promotion."

Panting heavily, she asked, "To what?"

"To my sex slave.  Do you want the job?"

"Oh, Yeeeessssss."

She was probably only responding to the sexual stimulation I was 
giving her, but that didn't matter.  By saying yes to me she accepted 
the job and all it entailed, even if she didn't know what it meant. 
She was now my property.  I could do anything to her that I wanted, 
short of killing her, and she couldn't protest or even resist.  And I 
showed her my power over her by increasing her breast size.  She 
watched in amazement as her tits swelled till they were larger than 
mine, popping from her top.

I disintegrated her clothes, and turned her around.  I lifted my tit 
and brought her head down to it.  She immediately took the nipple in 
her mouth and started to suckle.  I may have hated feeding my kid, 
but I did enjoy the feeling of a sexual partner sucking on me.  Her 
hand strayed to my crotch, and as soon as she touched me, she said, 
"Oh, you feel so large."

I just smiled.  She would soon see, and feel, how large I truly was. 
I fondled her tit a bit, before saying, "Take down my pants and suck 
me."

She went to her knees before me, unsnapped my pants, and pulled them 
down.  She gasped in shock at the size of me.  "I...  I don't think I 
can take that."

I grabbed the hair on her head and bent her neck back, forcing her 
mouth open.  I lifted my dick and dropped it into her mouth.  "You 
can and will!"  I cast a small spell that gave her more flexible 
throat muscles and suppressed her gag reflex.  Now she could have 
deep throated anything she could've gotten her mouth around.  Not 
that she could do so without discomfort, but she could do it.  Of 
course, I wasn't doing it for her, but for my own pleasure.

I slowly pressed into her.  Her eyes widened as she felt my dick 
slide down her throat.  I continued to press into her until I was all 
the way inside her, her nose pressing into my abdomen.  I started 
moving her on me, growing hard as I did.  The girl was amazed as the 
muscles in my dick lifted her from the ground.  When I got hard, she 
was standing on her feet, bent at the waist, as I continued to move 
her back and forth on me.  I must say, she was good.  Despite barely 
being able to breathe around my dick, she managed to retain enough 
muscle control to massage my dick.  I was soon spraying deep into her 
throat.

I threw her off of me.  "Get on the bed!" I commanded.  She got up 
and ran to the bed, throwing herself atop it.  I stepped out of my 
pants and walked over to the bed, my erection jutting out in front of 
me.  "On your back," I told her.  She lay herself out, spreading her 
legs, assuming I wanted to fuck her.  I smiled, got on the bed and 
straddled her abdomen.  I lay my dick between her tits and pressed 
them together.  As I started to move back and forth between her tits, 
she reached up and massaged my tits.  As I pumped she licked my 
dickhead which kept bumping her nose.  I was soon dumping my second 
load of the night, this time, all over her face.

I then got between her legs, and pressed my dick to her slit.  I 
slowly pressed in, savoring the pain she felt as my dick stretched 
her wider than she had ever been stretched before.  Soon she said, 
"Oh, no, too much, too much."

I smiled, pulled back on my hips a little, then jammed all of me into 
her, eliciting a shriek of pain.  I started pumping into her.  Soon, 
she was moaning, first from pain, then from pleasure.  I continued to 
pump until I was spraying into her, and she was thrashing in orgasm 
underneath me.

After I finished I pulled out and lay beside her.  I noticed my dick 
was covered in blood from her ripped open cunt.  I used a bit of my 
power to heal her.  (No sense ruining her for tomorrow.)  Then she 
said, "Thank you, mother."

I grabbed her by the throat.  "What did you call me?!"

Haltingly, she said, "Mother.  I... am... your first born."

I stared at her.  She was just old enough to be my first born.  I 
squeezed harder.  "Did you hunt me down?"

"No.  It was... chance.  Random... chance."

I released her.  She rubbed her throat.  I said, "Tell me how you 
came to be here.  How you came to even know I was your mother."

"Before I can even remember, I had been a part of the Alliance's 
child porn industry.  And I was good at it.  And I liked it.  By the 
age of 12, I was the world's premiere child porn star.  But as I 
entered my teens I wanted more.

"I was tagged, so they always knew where I was, so they had no 
trouble letting me go out between shoots.  I started going to the 
library, working on getting my G.E.D.  I applied and passed at 14.

"They never let us have much money, but from 12, I saved all that I 
could, investing wisely.  I entered community college at 15, making 
sure to schedule my classes wisely.  I went for a degree in mass 
communication, with a minor in computers planning on learning how to 
direct and mass market the films I loved.

"But I was found out after three years.  I thought they'd order me to 
stop, but instead they said nothing.  But when I graduated last 
December, they moved me into the comm center.  I regretted not being 
able to be involved in porn anymore, but one does not refuse an order 
from the higher ups in this organization."

"And how did you find out about your lineage?"

"I hacked into the database."  Then she quickly said, unnecessarily, 
"They encourage that, so long as we report every try, and the 
results."  I knew of that rule.  The theory being that if our own 
people can't hack into secure areas with their greater access, then 
an external hacker can't either.  And if they do get in they find a 
hole we can patch.  Their minds can always be wiped if they discover 
anything they shouldn't.

I quickly scanned her records.  The reason she had been moved into 
the comm center was because her grades in school had been 
astoundingly good.  It would've been too much of a waste to keep her 
as a simple fuck star.

I rubbed her tits.  "Ingenious."

"Thank you, mother."

"Don't ever call me that.  When you accepted the job as my slave, I 
became your master."

"Yes, Mmmm... Mistress."

She looked at me in fear, but I just said, "A side effect of my 
awakening transformation.  No one in the Alliance can refer to me 
with a male pronoun or title if they know the female version of it. 
I was hoping you didn't know the female version of Master.  I will 
not punish you for it."

"Thank you, Mistress."

My brat started whining about his diaper.  "Go take care of your 
brother."  She got up and went over to his crib.  I was tempted to 
order her from my room and from my life.  I didn't want any reminders 
of my motherhood.  But she was a sexy little tramp.  And she'd be 
useful taking care of the brat.

After she was finished, he started whining for food.  "Bring him over 
here," I said angrily.  She brought him over and I slapped him to my 
breast.  "Little punk eats too much."

"Ma'am?"

"What?"

"Couldn't you cast a spell to turn him into a girl?  I know that 
there's a much greater demand for girls in porn then for fat, little 
boys."

"Girls don't necessarily eat less than boys.  This one eats more than 
any other, but my third, a girl, was number two.  But you do give me 
an idea."  I cast a spell, changing all his clothes and accouterments 
to female colors and styles.  "He will be raised as a girl.  And the 
little brat has caused me so many problems with "her" appetite, that 
she'll be given as much to eat as she wants, and when she turns 12, a 
spell will be cast to cause all her fat to migrate to her tits and 
ass."  I couldn't help but laugh evilly.

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

[Daphne Newell]

After Bambi's arrival things got really hectic.  When Elizabeth 
Welker told us that Bambi thought she had been attacked by dark 
forces, everybody scrambled to get norm relatives into protected 
areas.  Luckily most everybody I cared for in the norm world lived 
under the same roof as me.  But I was curious about the pegasus that 
Bambi had come in on.  I was going to inspect it when I heard others 
saying that it had disappeared.  Well, yelling, actually.  People 
were scrambling to find the flying horse that had suddenly 
disappeared.

I looked around.  As a lawyer, I have been trained to notice things 
that are out of place, and I noticed her.  A strange face just 
watching others moving around her.  I yelled out, "You!" forgetting 
how my body had changed.  My voice now had this intense, deep rumble 
to it that caused it to carry over the crowd.  Everybody just 
stopped.  I walked up to this woman.  "Who are you?"

As matter of factly as you please, she replied, "I have no name.  I 
think perhaps the more apt question would be,'What are you?' to 
which, the answer would be, I am the Clay Metamorphic Servant, unit 
designation number 37, commonly referred to by my creator as CMS-37."

"Okay, what are you doing here?"

"I have been assigned by the Master to act as the personal bodyguard 
for the girl named Bambi Welker."

"Why?  What makes her so special?"

"Unknown.  The Master did not choose to confide in me his reasons for 
ordering me as he chose."

"Who is the Master?"

"My creator."

"But who is he?"

"Beyond the knowledge of his existence as my creator and Master I 
have no personal data as pertains to his identity."

"What are his plans?"

"Unknown."

"Can we trust him?  Can we trust you?"

"As to the first question, unknown.  I do know however that the 
Master harbors a deep resentment and hatred of the Dark Alliance.  As 
to the second, my Master has ordered me to act as bodyguard for the 
girl, Bambi Welker.  He has ordered me to be obedient to the girl's 
desires, except where such obedience would place the girl in danger, 
or place me in such a position that I couldn't act to protect her 
from danger.  He has ordered me to be truthful at all times, except 
for when such truthfulness might place the girl in danger or might 
contradict the girl's desires.  To the extent you believe me and my 
orders, I can be trusted."

"Were you the pegasus that brought Bambi here?"

"I was."  That brought a few startled looks from the group.

"What are your capabilities?"

"As an advanced CMS unit, I have the capability of shifting my form 
to a variety of preset forms.  I have the capability of watching and 
absorbing the forms of others.  Should I stay in one form for at 
least 6 hours, the form is added to my repertoire.  Because of the 
fluid nature of my body, I am nearly unstoppable, although sufficient 
force can disrupt me to the point where I need to expend most of my 
energy on reforming."

"Would one of these forms you can assume be a 7 foot tall, four armed 
clay statue?"

"Yes."

"Were you one of the three who saved me and my compatriots earlier today?"

"I was."

"Was the man in the hood the one you call Master?"

"He was."

"Was that a Hexatar staff he was wielding?"

"Unknown.  The Master has never given me its name."

I stopped and considered it.  "You must stay here.  We can't just 
accept that you are on our side in this."

"Understood.  As long as the girl is within the bounds of the dual 
shields of this house, I have no problem waiting between the two 
sets.  But if the external shields are ever breached, I will be 
forced to penetrate the internal shields in order to be close to the 
girl."

I wasn't sure that this CMS could do as it claimed, but I figured 
that if the external shields were ever breached, we'd have a whole 
lot more to be worried about than this thing.  I turned and walked 
back towards the house.  I went inside.  It was getting late, but I 
knew that the combined councils would be meeting soon.  Jason would 
still be operating on the boy Bambi brought with her.  I supposed I 
could still start the night's festivities with Andrea,  but it was a 
birthday gift they gave me that they would spend the night together 
with me in the same bed.  Since Jason was gay and wasn't attracted to 
anything without a dick, this was a rare occurrence.

 From the side, I heard, "Hey."

I turned and saw Jenny and Wanda approaching.  They were dressed in 
different outfits from the last time I saw them.  Not surprising 
since they had disintegrated their clothes when they came together. 
"Hey, yourself.  Oh, Jenny, your sister is here."

"Bambi?  What's she doing here?"

Quickly I outlined what had happened.  "So now we know who it was who 
saved us," I said.

"Yeah, but we don't know why."

"Agreed."

At that point, aunt Sarah came in and said, "Ladies, the councils 
want to start the meeting immediately, and they want you there."

I escorted Jenny and Wanda to the area outside where the council 
would be held.  Things were discussed and decided.  Luckily, years of 
listening to boring testimony made it possible for me to pay 
attention to all the details of the meeting.  It was almost three 
hours later when the head of the White Sisterhood's council said, 
"Mrs. Norman, there is an issue I'd like to broach with you."

Lizard answered, "Yes?"

"It's about your wife.  She has the potential to be a sorceress of 
some power, but she has expressed a reluctance to be away from you 
and her children."

"So?"

"Mrs. Norman, we cannot afford to deplete any potential resources we 
may have access to.  I'd like to ask you to encourage your wife to 
accept our offer to awaken her power."

"At which point she's forced to abandon her family for a year in 
order to train.  I couldn't ask that of her even if I were willing, 
which I am not."

"But-"

"No.  The subject is closed."

"Mrs. Norman, I don't think you understand the severity of the 
situation.  We are about to enter into a war for the fate of all 
humanity.  Perhaps, being a Witch, you don't care-"

Lizard leapt to her feet, livid.  She slammed her fist down on the 
table.  "HOW DARE YOU!  My wife is human!  My children are human!  My 
uncle, my cousins, my niece and nephew, all human!  And now, you dare 
come into my home, threaten to take my wife away from me and say I 
don't care?!  I should destroy you where you stand!"

Lin Su jumped up, clearly not willing to back down.  I saw others 
about to jump in (whether to help the combatants or stop them I 
wasn't sure) and I stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled loudly, 
getting everyone's attention.  "Ladies and gentlemen, as stated 
earlier, we are about to enter into a war for the fate of all 
humanity.  We CANNOT afford in-fighting."  I turned to Lizard and 
said, "We cannot afford threats that will start it."  I then turned 
to Lin Su and said, "We cannot afford base insults that will start 
it."  Both looked down, chagrined.  "Now, if you're finished 
bitching, I have a potential solution for you."

"Alright," Lin Su said.

"We awaken Lynn's power, but she stays here and is trained here.  She 
doesn't have to leave her family and can devote her non-family time 
fully to her studies."

"Impossible, the rules for training new sorceresses have been in 
place for almost five hundred years."

Sam spoke up.  "And you have not worked with one of our breed for 
three times that long.  No offense, Mrs. Lin, but all our previous 
rules, both Witch and Mage, must be reviewed, revised, and if 
necessary, discarded to adjust for that fact.  We need to not only 
train new Transformees, to use a Witch term for new magic-wielders, 
in the use of magic, but also in how to work their magics with the 
other factions.

"Elizabeth Norman is, by far, our most accomplished Witch.  She has 
also spent the last 13 years of her life working with her aunt, our 
head trainer.  Combined with her link with Lynnette, this will allow 
her to form and develop techniques for our groups working together, 
for it is only our union that will allow us to defeat the Dark 
Alliance."

"But we cannot afford to spare a teacher to instruct just one sorceress."

One of the sorcerers said, "So we move our instruction areas here.  I 
have seen the teaching area for all of our groups.  The one here is 
by far the best.  The shields are better.  The layout is superior. 
We can establish permanent warp links between all the training areas, 
making this our center of operations."

Lin Su said, "Well, it seems I am out voted.  I shall defer to the 
trainers in this matter.  But tell me, how did you manage to gain 
such an impressive training area?"

Aunt Sarah said, "I have been discussing just that with your 
trainers, and it appears that it comes from the differences between 
our magics.  Where sorcerous magics require active visualization of 
all aspects of a spell, Witchly magics... flow into the cracks, 
finding the rough spots that would make a spell incomplete.  It only 
requires active visualization of the goal, rather than every part of 
the spell."

I asked, "Doesn't that make Witch magics more powerful?"

"In some ways, yes.  But that power has its drawbacks.  You may have 
noticed that Witches tend not to cast spells that tamper with the 
minds of others.  It is our bleeding effect that spawns that 
prohibition.  If a Witch winds up making a mistake in the 
visualization of a spell, she might wind up rearranging someone's 
mind."

"But where do sorcerers excel over Witches?"

"Rituals and enchantments.  A Witch cannot enchant items.  A Witch 
also cannot create rituals.  Through the use of ritual magics a 
sorceress could theoretically increase her power to the point where 
any spell could be cast."

"Theoretically?"

Lin Su said, "There is a practical limit.  To increase a sorceress's 
power by two times, she needs to spend 2 hours working on the ritual. 
But for every factor after that it requires doubling the time.  Three 
times the power requires 4 hours, 4 requires eight, and so on.  The 
entire ritual must be done at once, and since there is no way to 
restore fatigue magically, at some point the sorceress has to stop."

I said, "But we have rituals.  The marriage ceremony for instance."

Sarah said, "All invented by humans during the Witch wars of the Dark 
Ages.  That's also why we know more about the rituals than do the 
human mages.  Since we can't invent or reinvent the rituals, we're 
much more protective of the rituals we've got."

"Aunt Sarah, I've heard you mention the Witch wars, the Mage wars to 
the sorceresses, before, but you've never gone into much detail about 
it.  What happened then?"

Aunt Sarah sighed.  "It's not a proud moment in our history.  After 
the fall of the Roman empire, Witches and humans stayed separate. 
Like America after the emancipation proclamation, separate but equal. 
Marriages were strictly prohibited.

"But, about 1,500 years ago, a Witch and a human sorcerer fell in 
love.  The sorcerer developed the bonding ritual and used it on the 
two of them.  When it was found out, the two were forced apart. 
Strangely, they didn't fight it.  No one knew how powerful the ritual 
had been, and that it was now impossible to separate them entirely.

"But it was also discovered that the Witch was pregnant.  Up till 
that time, no Witch had ever Transformed later than their 
twenty-fifth birthday, and when the birthday went by and nothing 
occurred,the Witch was... beaten to death for polluting Witch 
bloodlines."  I gasped.  "Her father disappeared shortly thereafter. 
But six years later, on the girl's thirty-first birthday, she 
Transformed.

"The girl, having been tormented all her life for being a half-breed, 
went ballistic with her new power.  She attacked Witches for what 
they did to her and her mother, and attacked sorcerers for the father 
that she never had.  They tried to stop her, but, as you know, but 
they didn't, a human/Witch crossbreed is far more powerful than a 
full breed.  It was then that the first Dark Alliance struck, in the 
chaos of her assaults.  But they were beaten back when the half breed 
attacked them.

"The Witch disappeared, but a group of Witches decided at that point 
that she had been too dangerous to allow a repeat, so they decided it 
would be best if all Witches got together and used their combined 
might to strip all humans of their magic using ability.  When the 
Council refused to agree they struck on their own, starting a civil 
war amongst Witches."

Lin Su said, "That was when the Dark Alliance struck again.  In the 
aftermath of the half breed's attack, combined with the chaos of the 
civil war, they were careful to strike only human targets.  Witches 
that might've been sympathetic were too preoccupied with their war to 
help with something that was a "human" threat.  But then... something 
happened."

"What?"

Sarah said, "Humans.. lost their magic.  No one really knows how.  At 
first, it was thought that the Witches seeking to annihilate human 
magic potential had succeeded in casting some kind of spell, but they 
were as mystified as the rest.  That was when the Dark Alliance 
turned to us.  With their human foes suddenly having nowhere near 
enough power to stop them, they decided to go for the whole thing. 
Depleted as we were by our own war, we didn't stand enough of a 
chance alone to even bother, so we sought out the humans and formed 
an alliance of our own.

"We fought together, but it still wasn't enough.  The dark Alliance, 
thanks to the intercession of their demon masters, still had full 
access to all their magical might.  Even when the Witch rogues 
realized what the war they had started had allowed to happen, and 
rejoined us, it still wasn't enough.

"But working together allowed the rogues to get to know humans and 
realize their mistakes.  The leader of the rogues eventually 
discovered a way to strike a blow against the Dark ones.  As you 
know, when a Witch dies, her body disintegrates, releasing her 
magical energy into the world around her.  Working with a human 
sorcerer, the leader of the rogues discovered a way to collect that 
magical energy and utilize it.

"So the rogues got together and collectively sacrificed themselves to 
produce the magical energy necessary to strike at the Dark ones' 
source of power, the demons them self.  They weren't able to destroy 
them, but they were able to forge the other-dimensions that now serve 
as their prisons."

Lin Su said, "It was then that the human sorcerers struck.  They had 
arranged a meeting between our two alliances, ostensibly to discuss 
terms of surrender.  They were flooded with the power of the dying 
Witches and struck against the Dark Alliance.  Many sorcerers lost 
their lives that day, but we finally managed to blast the demons into 
their otherworldly prisons.  Their subjects, no longer having the 
protection of their dark masters, fell under the sway of whatever it 
was that had stripped the rest of humanity of their power, and we 
defeated them.  But it was then that we lost track of the Witches. 
We were too depleted to search for them magically, and by the time we 
got to where they were, we found nothing.  We assumed that they had 
all been forced to sacrifice themselves for the war effort."

Sarah said, "And, after the Sorcerers had their fight with the Dark 
ones, the area was so devastated magically that we couldn't even scan 
it.  And after a couple days, when we heard nothing from them, we 
just assumed that they had been destroyed in the fight.  So we 
returned to our lives with a new respect for humanity, the old laws 
about no mixing abolished."

I asked, "But if this battle was so devastating, why isn't there any 
evidence of it?"

Lin Su said, "There is.  Where do you think the Sahara came from? 
The area was so devastated that any evidence that it had ever been 
anything other than a desert had been destroyed."

"Woah."

At this point, Sam stood up and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, our 
discussion has indeed borne fruit, but it is nearly 2 A.M. locally, 
and many of us are tired and long past the point where we should have 
gone to sleep.  I suggest we adjourn for 10 hours and return here at 
noon later today so that we can all get some needed rest."

After the motion carried, Sarah said, "We can make space here for 
anyone who feels they're not up to teleporting home."  Then we went 
our separate ways.

I went upstairs to my room, and as soon as I walked through the door, 
Andrea and Jason yelled, "Happy Birthday!"

I couldn't help but smile as they embraced me.  "I was afraid you two 
had gone to sleep.  I wouldn't have blamed you."

Jason helped me out of my dress and said, "And forget our favorite 
girl?  Perish the thought."

Andrea said, "Besides, my pregnancy is running the same as my other 
two have, and you know what that means."

"Yeah, you're horny as hell."  I knew that different people responded 
to pregnancy in different ways, but so far, in both of her previous 
pregnancies, Andrea had responded the same way.  For the first two 
trimesters, she couldn't get enough sex, then round about the middle 
of the seventh month, she just dried up.  So far, her third pregnancy 
had been no different.  In her second month, she would ambush me 
practically as I walked in the door, and screw my brains out.  I also 
heard from both Lynn and uncle Peter that she had had them service 
her, too.  Not that I was complaining, we were a very open family.

She stepped close and grabbed my now exposed breast, massaging it. 
"You know me too well.  Besides we both wanted to know what sex with 
your new body would be like."

"Well, in that case..."  I drew her close to me and kissed her deeply.

"Hey," Jason said playfully, "I want to have sex with your new bod, 
too.  Don't I get a kiss?"

"Sorry, love."  I turned and kissed him, as deeply as I did Andrea. 
"Now since you two are already naked, let's get into bed."

Andrea said, "About fucking time," and yanked me towards the bed.

Jason said, "What am I?  Chopped liver?" and followed us.

Andrea got on the bed on her back and spread her legs.  I climbed on 
the bed between her legs and said, "You are a little slut, aren't 
you?"

"Don't pretend you don't love it."

I bent over and buried my face in her muff.  She was already wet, but 
that only added to the taste sensation.  As I licked her with long, 
slow strokes, Jason got on the bed behind me and applied his mouth to 
my ass.  We continued to lick for a while until Jason got up on his 
knees and pressed his dick into my ass.  I moaned in pleasure.  I 
always loved the feeling of Jason inside of me.

I stuck my tongue deep inside Andrea and moved it in time with 
Jason's strokes in me.  Jason reached around and took my dick in hand 
as he moved me on his rod.  It didn't take too much longer before I 
came in orgasm, spraying onto the bed beneath me.

Suddenly, the sensation of Jason's dick disappeared.  He didn't pull 
out, he just disappeared.  Suddenly Andrea said, "Daphne, look!" and 
pointed behind me.

I got up and looked behind me.  Kneeling there on the bed was a naked 
woman.  She had cat's eyes and cat's ears.  She was staring at her 
own arms in amazement, as though she couldn't believe what she was 
seeing.  Tentatively, I said, "Jason?"

The woman looked at me and said, "Daph, what happened to me?"

"I... don't know.  Wait here."  I ran into the hall and yelled for 
aunt Sarah and Lizard.

Both came running.  Aunt Sarah asked, "What is it?"

I pulled them inside and said, "SHE," pointing to the new girl, "used 
to be Jason."

"What happened?  Did you accidentally cast a spell?"

"I don't think so.  I certainly wasn't imagining anything like this."

At this point Lin Su, Lynnette, sporting a new, more massive pair of 
mammaries (I assumed she had been awakened), and Jenny, Wanda, and 
Mrs. Welker came in.  Aunt Sarah asked, "Have you ever wondered what 
it would be like if Jason were a girl?"

"NO!  I'm happy with Jason as he was!"

Then Jenny said, "There's something wrong.  This isn't just a 
transformation.  This is a permanent change."

Aunt Sarah looked over and said, "You're right.  But... that 
shouldn't be possible.  At least not accidentally."

Finally, Lizard spoke, "Daphy, did you experience an orgasm today?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Jason, when she orgasmed, what were you thinking about?"

He (she?) thought about it, and said, "I was looking at Daph's new 
wings and wondering what it would be like to be a Witch going through 
Transformation.  Then I suddenly felt my body shift, and a tingly 
sensation run up my spine.  Then I was... this."

Lizard looked at me in awe.  "You're... teth-kiran."

Aunt Sarah said, "That's just a legend, isn't it?"

"You got another explanation?"

Then Lin Su said, "Somebody want to clue the non-Witches in?  What's 
a teth-kiran?"

Sarah said, "Unlike your groups, Witches don't give specific numbers 
to our power levels, but we do have four general classifications of 
power levels amongst our kind, low, moderate, high, and ultra.  I and 
Sam are ultra.  Liz and Karasina are high."

"And teth-kiran?"

"According to legend, there was a fifth level, the teth-kiran.  It's 
old Witch for "wish granter".  As you may have noticed, Witches' 
Transformations go a long way to explaining creatures of legend. 
Centaurs, Gryphons, et cetera.  Well, teth-kiran are where legends of 
wish granters come from.  Djinni, Efreet, wish granting demons, and 
the like.  According to the legends, if a person has sex with a 
teth-kiran, and makes a wish when the Witch orgasms, the wish is 
granted."

"Impressive.  Are there any limits on what can be wished for?"

"Three.  At least three that are common to all the legends.  One, you 
can't kill someone or grant a wish that you know will result in the 
death of someone.  You couldn't, for instance, grant a wish for an 
anvil to suddenly appear over someone's head, because you know it 
will fall on them and kill them.  Two, you can't bring someone back 
from the dead.  You can bring them back from the brink of death, but 
once they've passed through the Veil, that's it."

I said, "And the third rule is that I can't make someone fall in 
love?  Like in that old Disney flick?"

"No.  You can't create true love, of course, but you can easily 
create the simulation of it.  No, the third rule, and the legends are 
clear on this," she looked to Jason, "you can't undo a wish you've 
granted.  Sorry, Jason."

"So Jason's stuck like this?"

"'Fraid so.  Now, depending on the legend, there is some debate as to 
whether or not another teth-kiran can undo your wishes, but since 
you're the only teth-kiran we've got, we can't find out."

Jason sighed.  "Well, I suppose there are worse things than being a girl."

"Thanks," I said.

"Oh, I'm kidding.  As long as I'm with you, what I look like is no 
big deal.  Of course, the hospital just lost one of its best 
surgeons."

I laughed.  "A beautiful lady and modest, too."

Aunt Sarah asked, "You girls going to be okay?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

"Just remember, if you have more sex tonight be careful what you're 
thinking about when Daph orgasms."

"Thanks, aunt Sarah."

After everybody left, Andrea said, "Not to be too much of a slut, but 
I'm still horny.  Are you two up for some more play?"

I turned to Jason.  "I am.  Jason?"

"Actually, I'd like to see how this body performs."  She took my hand 
and led me back to the bed.  "Can you lay on your back with those 
wings?"

"I don't know, never tried."  I got on the bed and got on my back. 
Thankfully, there was no discomfort from my wings.  Jason got on the 
bed beside my head.  Her hands reached out and stroked my breasts. 
This was kind of surprising.  Never before had Jason started with my 
tits.  In fact, he kind of avoided them.  But now "she" was stroking 
them fondly.  She smiled down at me, then leaned over and kissed me.

Andrea took my dick in hand and started stroking it.  It had already 
been getting hard thanks to Jason, and Andrea had it rock solid in 
seconds.  She then got above me and lowered herself onto my rod. 
Jason followed her lead, straddling my head and lowering her cunt so 
I could get my tongue into her.  I then used all the skill I had 
gained over the years from licking Andrea on Jason.  I used long, 
slow strokes, getting close, but not actually touching her clit until 
she was thoroughly excited.

When both girls were thrashing about madly on top of me, I looked up 
and saw them hugging and kissing.  This surprised me even more than 
when Jason stroked my tits.  Before, whenever Jason got into bed with 
both of us, he barely paid any attention to Andrea.  Now she was 
Frenching her openly, shoving her tongue down Andrea's throat.

Soon I felt Andrea spasming in orgasm.  She stayed right where she 
was riding me through another couple orgasms.  Then Jason experienced 
her first orgasm as a woman.  She screamed loudly (as a man, Jason 
had always been a bit of a moaner, but never a screamer), and smashed 
her cunt down on my face.  I continued to lick her and she was soon 
experiencing her first multiple orgasm.  That pushed me over the edge 
and I started spraying into Andrea.

We collapsed together on the bed.  Jason turned around on the bed so 
her head was by mine and kissed me.  I reached down and slid a finger 
into her cunt.  "So how'd you like your first orgasm as a woman?"

"That was... incredible."  She moaned and humped her hips onto my hand.

Andrea reached over and started stroking Jason's tit.  Looking at 
them, I guessed they were a B cup, about as big as Andrea's had been 
before she had breast fed two children.  Andrea then leaned over me 
and kissed Jason.  Then Jason surprised me by saying, "Andrea, can I 
lick your cunt?"

Judging from Andrea's look, she was as surprised as me, but said, "Sure."

Andrea climbed over me and straddled Jason's head (that was her 
favorite position for cunnilingus).  She lowered herself slowly, and, 
as soon as she was close enough, Jason lanced her tongue out and into 
Andrea's cunt.  Andrea moaned and wiggled her little hiney.  I then 
heard, from between her legs, Jason say, "Fuck me."

"What?" I asked.

"Fuck me.  Before I change my mind, stick your dick in my cunt."

I slid my wing out from under Jason, then got between her legs.  I 
fingered her cunt a little, eliciting a low moan.  I put my dick to 
her slit, rubbed it up and down her crack before gently pushing in. 
I watched Jason lick Andrea as I slowly moved in and out of Jason. 
The scene was very erotic and it was only a little while before I was 
cumming.  I remained hard and continued to fuck my new wife until all 
three of us were cumming once again.

I lay on the bed, and Andrea and Jason shifted around and lay on my 
wings.  Andrea asked, "Is this uncomfortable?  Us laying on your 
wings like this?"

"Not at all."

"Good.  Because these wings are really comfortable."

Jason said, "I agree.  They're kind of a silky, velvety feel.  Not at 
all what they look like."

"I'm glad you like them."  We kissed and snuggled up together.

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

[Elizabeth Norman]

[Transcriber's note:  The events contained here happen concurrently 
with the events contained in Daphne's story above, and pick up right 
after the end of the Council meeting.]

I left the council room and headed up to my room.  As I walked, I 
heard from behind me, "Mrs. Norman?"

I turned and saw the head of the White Sisterhood, Lin Su, 
approaching me.  Between the blow up we had just had in the meeting, 
the late hour, and my swollen ankles, I really didn't feel like 
talking much, but I resolved to try to be civil.  "Yes, Mrs. Su?"

"I wanted to apologize.  I was out of line during the meeting."

"Well, it's late, and we've all had a rough day."

"I'm afraid I cannot use that as an excuse.  I'm from Tokyo and it's 
only 7 P.M. there.  And although the day has been hard, I've had 
worse."

"Would you mind if we walked while we talked?  I need to get off my feet."

"Sure.  I was wondering if we could go talk to your wife about 
awakening her anyways."

We started heading towards the room Lynn and I shared.  "Certainly, 
but I want you to know, if she decides she doesn't want to be 
awakened, to spend no time away from our children, I will defend her 
choice.  To the death if necessary."

"Mrs. Norman, are you aware of how serious this upcoming WAR," she 
said emphasizing the word, "is?"

I sighed.  "Of course I do.  But if we sacrifice who we are, 
sacrifice our integrity and basic beliefs, then we become no better 
than the dark forces we fight."  She thought about it for a few 
seconds.  Then I asked, "Mrs. Su-"

"Mrs. Lin, in Japanese culture the family name comes first.  But I'd 
prefer it if you'd just call me Su."

"Alright, Su, do you have any children?"

"No, I'm afraid that's a problem between me and my wife."

"I'm sorry, but if you did, then you'd know that your children become 
the focal point of your life.  It is unfair and wrong to force a 
parent from their children without good cause."

After a few seconds of her not talking, I asked, "So why don't you 
and your wife have any children?"

"It's a problem between us.  Don't get me wrong, I love my wife, but 
she tricked me into making it impossible."

"How so?"

"I was born in Okinawa during the late 1910's.  At the time marriages 
were arranged, and I got married at the age of 15 to a lovely young 
woman."

"I'm assuming you were born male?"

She nodded.  "At the age of 21, my power came to maturity.  I was one 
of those upper power levels that the Collegiate Brotherhood couldn't 
handle.  So I was transformed into a woman, inducted, trained, and I 
returned home.  It took a bit of talking, but eventually I convinced 
her of who I was.  She then told me that she was okay with me being a 
woman, but she wanted to be sure that she would be with me when 
having sex, so she made me promise never to have sex with her except 
in native state."

"Well, aren't you a she-male?"

"No.  In the late 70's the rules were changed.  Now, a male is 
scanned to find out whether he'd be more comfortable as a she-male or 
as a woman, but when I was awakened the rule was simple.  To enter 
the Sisterhood, you became a woman.  Period.

"Well, anyways, I made the promise.  Knowing that some mages 
specialized in self-transformation, I figured that she just wanted 
some assurances.  Well, I found that I liked sex with a woman as a 
woman, and having an understanding wife there really did smooth my 
life as a woman, but a few years later, I got the urge for a child, 
so I asked her to give me the right to give myself a penis to 
impregnate her.  She refused.  I tried to convince her, but she was 
adamant.  Eventually, she confessed that she was a lesbian.  She had 
married me out of duty and honor for her family.  She had had sex 
with me as a man because it was her duty as my wife, but she found 
the presence of a dick inside her to be a somewhat detestable 
sensation.

"I've asked her a few times since then about it, but she remains 
adamant, declaring that she will never have another dick inside her 
ever."

We had reached my room.  "Well, why don't you give her a dick and 
carry the child yourself?  Or aren't you fertile?"  I lightly knocked 
on the door and poked my head in.  Travis was asleep on the bed, 
Bambi laying beside him, the covers between their sleeping bodies. 
Lynn was on a chair, reading one of her text books.  I walked in, 
saying, "Hey, hun.  What's up?"

Lynn said, "Hi, love.  Bambi crawled up on the bed a few hours ago 
and fell asleep.  I didn't see any reason to wake her up."

"Probably isn't any.  I've got somebody here who wants to talk to 
you."  I turned and noticed that Su wasn't beside me.  I returned to 
the door.  She was still outside, lost in thought.  "Su?"

"Oh, sorry.  I was thinking about what you said.  It makes perfect 
sense.  I just never thought about it before.  My wife was the wife, 
and I was..."

"The husband?"  She nodded.  "Su, you have been a woman for over a 
half century, almost three quarters.  Don't you think it's time to 
get used to it?"

"Funny.  But you're right.  I can birth a child."

"Come on."  I escorted her inside.  "Lin Su, meet Lynnette Thompson 
Norman, my wife."

Lynn, who had stood up while I was getting Su, came over and said, 
"Mrs. Lin," and extended her hand.

Su took it and said, "Please, call me Su."  Then she smiled and said, 
"At least you got the family name right."

I sat in the chair Lynn had vacated.  "Oh, rub it in."

"Before we start," she waved her hands a bit and voiced an 
incantation, "there, one sound-proofed bed, so we don't have to worry 
about waking the kids.  Mrs. Thompson, I'm here to try to convince 
you to allow your innate power to be awakened."

"I've heard the arguments, and I'm not prepared to leave my children."

"You don't have to.  We have arranged to make this the center of our 
learning area for all our groups so as to better train our three 
groups to work together.  Further, your connection with Elizabeth 
will allow us to form better techniques faster."

"I don't know.  I mean I've still got my classes."

I spoke up.  "Hun, not an option."  Lynn looked to me.  "The Dark 
forces have been targeting the normal relatives of both Witches and 
the sorcerers and sorceresses.  If you leave here without the 
protection of a magic-user then there's every reason to believe that 
they'd attack you just to get at me.  We can't afford to spare 
someone just so you can attend classes.  I'm sorry."

"I understand.  I don't like it, but I understand."  Then with a 
frantic tone, she said, "Wait a minute, what about my parents?  Are 
they in any danger?"

"We don't know, but we've contacted them and they're flying here now."

"Flying?  Why can't you just bring them through?"

Su said, "Bring them through?"

"Witch slang for teleportation," I explained.  "Lynn, we can't bring 
them through because there've been too many teleports in the 
immediate vicinity already.  It puts undue stress on the reality 
sub-structure.  You know that.  You were the one who refined the 
teleport time schedule.  If an emergency comes up, the Witch 
escorting them has instructions to bring them through, but otherwise 
it's safer if they're brought here the mundane way."

"Yeah, okay."

Su said, "Back to the issue at hand.  Lynn, will you allow me to 
awaken your latent potentials?"

"Well, I'm still not sure."

"Lynn, not to be too blunt, but we need you.  It's a horrible thing 
that we need you for, but we do need you.  And before you say no 
again, how would you feel if your wife is fighting and gets injured, 
and you weren't there to help her, particularly if you knew you 
might've been able to."

"That's uncalled for!" I yelled.

"No, it's not.  I'm sorry, Elizabeth, but you have had only one fight 
against the forces of darkness.  I have been fighting them for over 
twice as long as you have been alive.  It doesn't happen often, but 
one of the worst feelings in life is having one of your friends 
killed by the dark forces, and knowing that you could've done 
something had you just been there."

I was about to say something when Lynn said, "No, Liz, she's right. 
I've only been thinking about the effect this would have on my life. 
I didn't consider you at the time.  Besides, what better way to 
research my chosen field of study then by learning magic?"

"It kind of blows your unbiased standpoint though."

"Yeah, like I was ever going to get it published."

Su asked, "What's your chosen field of study?"

"I was researching the subatomic principles behind real magic.  I was 
wondering if I could duplicate magical effects with science."

"Interesting.  But you will allow yourself to be awakened?"

"Yes."

Su then positioned Lynn in the center of the room, took off her 
blouse, and incanted some more of that strange language.  For a 
couple seconds I felt the magic energy swirl about Lynn before 
settling into her body.  I felt her body tingle across the link we 
shared.  Then I watched as her breasts grew noticeably.  Then I felt 
the energy surge across our link.  I was lost in mystic energy.  Soon 
I felt Lynn slapping my face.  "Liz, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just didn't expect that."

Suddenly I felt Daphne yell for me (the result of a spell aunt Sarah 
cast a while ago, if anybody needs to get a hold of anyone else then 
they can just call out and be heard, no matter where in the house 
they are).  I got up, and ran to Daphne's room.

[Since the events detailed in this portion of Elizabeth's diary are 
detailed in Daphne's section above, they have been omitted from this 
file.  The full diary is available from the national archive upon 
request.]

I returned to my room, arm in arm with Lynn, amazed at what had 
happened.  Su followed us.  We went inside, and Bambi was stirring on 
the bed.  She mouthed some words and I realized that the sound 
proofing spell went both ways.  I looked to Su, and she canceled the 
spell.  "Now what was that, hun?  We had a spell up to keep from 
disturbing you."

"I just asked if Lynn was awakened now?" then Bambi waved at Lynn's new chest.

"Yeah, I was," Lynn said.

"Have you cast your first spell yet?"

"Not yet."

Su said, "Which is why I came back with you.  It's standard practice 
to have a new sorceress cast the spell to adjust her wardrobe to fit 
her new body as her first spell."

"Okay, so what do I do?"

"First we measure your new bosom to give you the proper size to 
visualize.  Do you have a tape measure?"

"Not convenient," I said.

"I do," Bambi said.  "Hand me my purse."  I got her purse and handed 
it to her.  She opened it up and fished out one of those mini-sewing 
kits.  "I know it's almost cliche, but one of the first things I 
learned to do after starting down my road to becoming a woman was 
learn to sew.  It helped me and mom get close, and it really seems to 
relax me."  She fished out the tape measure.  "I'm not sure if it's 
going to go all the way around."  She handed it to Su.

"That's fine.  It's always easier to change something you've got than 
to conjure from nothing."  Su pulled it out.  It was a 3 ft. tape, 
and went around the base of her rib cage, but didn't come close to 
going around the widest part of her new breasts.  A simple spell 
later and we found that Lynn had changed from a 34C to a 34F cup 
size.  "That gives you more than enough power at slightly more than 
5,800 to cast the spell."

Then we heard, "What spells?  What are you ladies talking about?"

Bambi turned and said, "Travis!" and hugged her boyfriend.  When she 
finished, she said, "I don't suppose I could talk you into believing 
that this is all a big dream?"  Travis shook his head.  "Well, 
Travis, the world is a hell of a lot stranger than you think."

"What do you mean?"

I walked over.  "Perhaps I can explain while Su and Lynn continue 
with their lessons.  Would you care for a drink of water, Travis?" 
Before he answered, I slipped my tail from under my skirt (I keep it 
there out of habit), poured a glass of water, and gave it to him, all 
without touching it with my hands.  Then while he was shocked, I 
explained to him about Witches, Sorceresses, the Mage/Witch wars, and 
the dark forces we were about to fight.

When I finished, he asked, "So the lady with the sword for an arm, 
and the woman who was part cat, I wasn't imagining those things?"

Bambi said, "No, and if I'd've known how this was going to affect you 
I never would've let things get so serious between us."

"And rob from me the chance to love you?  That seems rather selfish 
to me."  Bambi tried to protest, but Travis put his fingers to her 
lips.  "No, Bambi, I will not let you feel guilty for what those 
killers did to me.  If someone had explained to me everything that 
was going to happen today, all the pain I was going to go through, 
before I went through it, it wouldn't have changed a thing, because 
changing would've meant abandoning you.  And I would never...  will 
never do that."  Travis pulled Bambi's head to his and kissed her. 
"I was going to ask this on your 18th birthday, but Bambi Welker, 
will you marry me?"

Bambi just sat there, shocked.  Eventually she said, "I'll think about it."

"Okay."

I said, "Now, Travis, both your doctor and your nurse left strict 
instructions that you were to get your rest.  Now curl up and go to 
sleep.  We'll all be here in the morning."

"Okay."  Travis did just that and Bambi curled up beside him and they 
fell asleep together.

I turned back and saw Lynn in her blouse, which now fit her larger 
bosom.  "Well," she asked, "what do you think?"

"Looks good."  I walked over and kissed her.  "But I think you'd look 
good in a burlap sack."

"Flatterer."

Su said, "We all better get to sleep, tomorrow's going to be a big day."

"Agreed.  Do you want to spend the night here?"

"No, thanks.  Your aunt gave me one of the guest rooms.  But thanks, anyways."

After Su left, I conjured up a mattress for Lynn and I to sleep on, 
and then I fell asleep with her in my arms.

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

[Daphne Newell]

I woke up in the middle of the night.  Andrea was still sleeping 
comfortably beside me, but Jason was missing.  I slid out from 
underneath her (amazed at how easily I could do that), and went 
looking for Jason.  I found her in the family room, watching T.V.  An 
old episode of Baywatch was on.  It was from an earlier season.  I 
could tell because it still had some of the original cast members on 
it.

I stepped up behind her and said, "Hey, wife of mine, what's up?"

Jason sighed.  "I used to love watching this show.  I used to stare 
at David Hasselhoff in his bathing suit and wonder what he was like 
in bed."

"And now?"

"Now I love watching it, but I'm wondering what Pamela Anderson is 
like in bed.  Y'know I always liked Andrea, but I never felt anything 
towards her, sexually, I mean.  But after I Transformed, it was all I 
could do to keep from pouncing on her.  Daph, what happened to me?"

"I don't know."

 From behind me, I heard Aunt Sarah say, "I do."  We turned, and she 
came over saying, "The same thing happened to me.  Before my 
Transformation, I had never been interested in any guy.  Then I 
became a woman, and, all of the sudden, I was interested only in 
guys.  Jason, you've defined a good part of your life as being gay, 
and now that you're a woman that hasn't changed.  But you're a gay 
woman, only interested in other women."

I thought about it, and, scared of the answer, asked, "Jas, how do 
you feel about me now?  Now that you're a woman?  I mean, you loved 
me as a man, and you're saying your sexual viewpoint is all turned 
around and backwards now."

"Oh, hun, I love you.  Always have, always will.  I never told you 
this, but there was one girl I was very attracted to."

"Should I be jealous?"

"No.  It was David's cousin Daphne.  Before I knew you were one and 
the same.  We've always been connected, and no magic is powerful 
enough to change that."

I hugged her to me.  "Wait a minute.  Aunt Sarah, if Jason's 
Transformation couldn't change his feelings towards me, how come they 
changed your feelings towards Andrea?"

 From behind me, I heard Andrea say, "Because ours wasn't a soul 
link."  She came over and said, "I loved Alexander, and I love Sarah, 
but it's not the deep emotional connection I share with you."

"Are you sure ours is a soul link?"

"Yeah.  But where yours and Jason's was instantaneous, ours was 
forged when I held Trina in my arms." [Transcriber's note:  Trina is 
the name of Daphne and Andrea's first born child.]

I hugged them both to me, and noticed something.  "Jason, are you 
wearing perfume?"

"No.  Why?"

"You smell different.  Good different, but different."

Andrea sniffed at Jason, and said, "I don't smell anything."

Aunt Sarah said, "Neither do I.  It's probably your new nose.  It may 
be more sensitive than your old one."

Jason said, "Can you cast a spell to see if there's something wrong with me?"

"Sure.

Bears, bovines, birds, and bee,
Anything wrong?  Let me see."

I felt the magic swirl around aunt Sarah and Jason.  Eventually, the 
magic stopped and Sarah said, "Hmm.  Welcome to womanhood, Jason. 
You're pregnant."

Jason, threw her head back on the couch and said, "I was afraid of 
that.  When I was licking Andrea earlier I was wondering what it'd be 
like to be pregnant, then you came.  I was wondering if those two 
were close enough."

Andrea sat beside Jason and hugged her.  "Don't worry, hun.  I'm only 
a couple months ahead of you, so we can live through our pregnancies 
together."

Jason hugged her back.  Then she said, "I have been thinking about 
something.  Daphne, now that you're a Transformed Witch, as well as I 
am, would you and Andrea go through the Witches' marriage ceremony 
with me?"

I said, "I'd love to."

Andrea said, "Me, too."

Then I asked, "Aunt Sarah, what are you doing up this late?"

"Well I just got settled into bed with Peter when Elena, our newborn, 
decided to wake us for her first middle of the night feeding.  I 
heard the T.V. on and came down to see what's up.  I heard you 
talking and decided to put in my two cents."

Jason said, "Thanks."

"No problem.  Now you three better get some sleep.  Jason and Daph 
have both got classes in the morning and Andrea shouldn't get 
overtaxed."

"Oh, I'm fine."

"Humor an old Witch."

Andrea smiled.  "I may go to bed, but no guarantees on when I'll go to sleep."

Aunt Sarah shook her head.  "Just don't keep those two up too late. 
They'll have a full day tomorrow."

Andrea blew aunt Sarah a kiss and aunt Sarah went back to her room. 
Then the three of us went back to our room, my arms and wings wrapped 
around them.  We fooled around a bit before we fell asleep together.

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

[Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams]

INTERVIEWER:  Ladies and gentlemen, you have been listening to the 
world's most powerful sorceress and her review of the events that 
served as a prelude to the event known as The Restoration.  Now allow 
me to introduce Jenny's wife, Wanda Adams.

[Enter stage right, Wanda Adams, a beautiful redhead.  Jenny stands, 
the two kiss, and sit down.]

INT:  Welcome, Mrs. Adams.

Wanda:  Please, call me Wanda.

INT:  Alright then, Wanda.  Jenny was just telling us how you two 
reunited after the period where she had met Daphne.  Where you two... 
became overly amorous right in front of everyone else.

Wanda:  Yes, I heard.

INT:  Well, why don't you tell us what happened next?

[Note:  Events described above have been omitted from this particular 
transcript.]

INT:  So after you found out about Jason's Transformation, what did you do?

Wanda:  There wasn't much we could do.  We went and got in bed.  Mrs. 
Lawrence, Daphne's aunt Sarah, had arranged to get us a room of our 
own.  We went and got some sleep.  I suppose normally we would've had 
some sex, but we were too exhausted.

When we woke the next morning, we were refreshed and ready for the 
day.  Lucky thing, too.

INT:  Why is that?

Wanda:  Shortly after breakfast we all felt a mystical surge against 
the outer shields.  We felt a penetration through the inner shield, 
and that clay woman ran in.

She... it said, "There is a Dark Alliance assault force outside your 
shield.  I estimate less than 5 minutes before they penetrate those 
shields.  I am going upstairs to protect the child."

As she ran upstairs, we all went outside.  We saw a full assault 
force, 30 of the best the dark ones had to offer.  And it was just 
Jenny and me, Sarah, the two Elizabeth's, Welker and Norman, and Lin 
Su.  Everyone else had gone home.  We had Daphne, Lynnette, and Jason 
as an emergency reserve, but none of them had any training.

INT: 5 to 1 odds.  Not good.

Jenny:  Tell me about it.  We figured if we let them break through it 
would be worse for us.  So we attacked them with a preemptive strike. 
We held our own for a while, the few getting past us were taken out 
by Daphne.  But as was inevitable, they started to overwhelm us.

Wanda:  But just as things seemed their bleakest, we heard a screech 
from above us.  Everybody, and I mean everybody, looked up.  Sam and 
Karasina Kravitz had teleported in, far enough away so that no one 
sensed it, and were diving at the dark forces.  They were so shocked 
that three died without moving from Sam's claws.  Karasina dived 
through, touching people and forcing them to fight transformation 
spells.  About half failed and became bunny rabbits.  The other half 
were too paralyzed to fight the rest of us.

Things evened out then as other sorcerers and sorceresses teleported 
in.  Soon we had our first victory against a major dark force.

INT:  And we'll find out what happened next right after these messages.

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

[Dorina Tempus]

I entered the comm room.  My slut of a daughter was in her nightgown. 
She was too vital a resource to keep out of the comm room, but, as a 
sign of her servitude to me she would never be out of her lingerie.

"How goes our assault on the Lawrence home?"

"All forces lost."

"Good."

One of the men said, "Good?  I don't understand."

I glared at him.  "You're not paid to understand."  He remained quiet 
as I turned to my slave and said, "Come with me."  I used my magic to 
silently summon three men to my room.  I then returned to my room and 
my slave followed.

When we got there, I reached under her nightgown and ripped her 
panties off of her.  I threw her to the bed and told her to spread 
her legs.  I pulled my dick out of my pants, climbed atop her, cast a 
spell and fucked her brains out.  When I finished I noticed the three 
men were waiting outside.  My brat of a "girl" started whining for 
food.  For once in her life her timing was impeccable.  I cast a 
spell on my slave's breasts and summoned the men inside.

"Strip!" I told them.  As they did, I told my slave, "Feed your 
sister.  Your breasts now give milk."

"But, Mistress, that means-"

"I know what it means!  Do it!"

She looked at me in shock, but walked over, picked up the brat and 
placed him to her tit.  As soon as he latched onto her nipple, and 
the milk started to flow, I felt the familiar urge rise.  I pulled my 
pants down, stepped out of them and walked to the men, ripping my 
shirt off as I went.

I grabbed the first man and threw him to the bed.  I climbed onto the 
bed, grabbed his cock, stroked it to hardness and impaled myself on 
it.  I started to ride up and down on him as another man got on the 
bed behind me.  The man grabbed my hips, pressed his dick to my hole 
and shoved in.  I rode the two, lost in the sexual fever.  I looked 
around, saw the other man waiting.  I reached out, grabbed his dick, 
and pulled it over, shoving it into my mouth.  The three moved 
together in rhythm, fucking until they sprayed deep into me.

At that point I lost myself totally to the fever, fucking and 
sucking.  When I recovered, I was laying in bed with the three men. 
In disgust I disintegrated them, blowing the ashes from my bed.  I 
stood and saw my slave feeding her sister.  "How long was I out of 
control?"

"Almost a day and a half."

I stood, feeling semen leak from every orifice, my body drenched in 
the stuff.  "Draw me a bath," I told her.

She ran into the bathroom.  I slowly walked there, hearing the water 
run.  When I got there, I got into the tub without even pausing.  As 
I settled in, she asked, "Ma'am, why are you getting pregnant now 
when the war is about to start?"

"The war has started.  But it won't get into full swing for another 
year or so.  If I had continued to feed the brat, she might've weaned 
herself from my tits, forcing me to get pregnant at an inopportune 
time.  This way when the war goes into full swing, we'll both have 
given birth to our children."

"WE?!"

"Yes.  I have found it somewhat cathartic to have someone else 
suffering alongside me.  Of course, in order to make sure you will 
suffer more than me, you will carry and birth triplets."

She put her hands to her belly.  After a while she said, "Ma'am, may 
I ask why you threw those men uselessly against the Witch's home?"

"No, you may not.  Now scrub my back."  As the girl leaned in and 
scrubbed me, I smiled, thinking of the war to come.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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