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Subject: {ASSM} WITCH CHRONICLES: Christmas Intermission (tg, fantasy, no sex)
Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2000 15:10:05 -0500
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Here's that Christmas Story I mentioned.  Actually I had two other 
ideas for Christmas stories, but thinking about it, I determined that 
the story ideas would work better as more fully fleshed out stories, 
non-seasonally oriented.

I was almost going to skip it and move right into Witch Chronicles 
12, but this idea popped into my head.  There's a lot going on in the 
Witch Chronicles world not directly revealed in those stories.  So I 
took an idea from the first story and wrote this, one of those 
sub-stories.

In terms of the other stories, this one takes place during WC 9, the 
Christmas of that year.

Enjoy.

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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WITCH CHRONICLES: CHRISTMAS INTERMISSION

[Tracie Leder]

Dear diary,

It's a week before Christmas and Thelma and I just got back from our 
night of helping.  Every Christmas Eve, my family and I used to go 
out and help at a soup kitchen, and before I went into training, mom 
told me that if she and dad could manage a subtle use of magic to 
help someone in need, they'd do what they could.

That was before I lost them.  That hurt a lot, diary, but thanks to 
Wanda and Jenny, I can at least look back without breaking into tears.

Despite all the help they've given me, I wasn't sure I could confide 
what I wanted to them.  I wanted to go out and commemorate my family 
by helping out someone, or some ones, in need.  Problem is, I'm too 
young and too powerful to go out without an escort.  At least that's 
the belief around here.  I don't suppose I blame them.  I may be a 
fully trained sorceress, but I'm still only fourteen years old.

Y'know, that's the weird part, well, aside from the fact that I'll be 
fighting in a war alongside centaurs and gryphons and other beings 
right out of myth and legend.  I mean the fact that I'll have a 
thirteen year old body for the rest of my life.  I'll be an eighty 
year old grandmother with grandchildren, maybe even great or great, 
great grandchildren, yet I'll always have the body of a thirteen year 
old.

Anyways, I digress.

I thought about asking Jenny and Wanda, my adopted sisters, but 
couldn't make a decision.  What if they said no?  This was really 
important to me.  So I talked about it with Thelma, a Witch friend I 
met in class.  She agreed that I'd never be allowed out alone, so if 
I took her along, we could sneak out and she wouldn't rat me out. 
Okay, looking back, it was stupid.  She'd get in as much, if not 
more, trouble than I would.  Fact is, we'd probably only get a stern 
lecture about needing to stay under cover, but Thelma made it seem 
like I'd get in a world of trouble.  She's good at that, playing the 
minx, prodding me and getting me into trouble.  I think that's one of 
the reasons why I love her.

Okay, I said it.  I love her.  Especially after tonight.

We snuck out on Christmas Eve at about 5 PM.  It wasn't that hard, 
there's a lot of chaos over the upcoming war, and it's really easy 
for two teen girls to get overlooked.  We went to the soup kitchen, 
both of us transformed so our differences were hidden.  My breasts 
were down to a moderate B cup, and her elfin features (pointed ears, 
light green hue to her skin) were now gone.  She's still pixie 
beautiful, just normal, too.

When we got there, I immediately recognized Lewis Moore, head of the 
volunteers for the place.  We had met a few years ago when he came to 
work at the soup kitchen, and he was always there with a friendly 
smile for anyone who needed it.  He saw me and waved me over.  As 
soon as I got within range, he said, "Hey, Tracie, I was beginning to 
wonder if you were going to make it since I didn't get a call from 
your parents this year.  Where are they anyways?"

I didn't know what to say.  I didn't know mom or dad called to set it 
up.  Thelma bailed me out by saying, "Her parents are out of town 
taking care of a sick relative.  I guess they forgot to call and set 
this up, but they did say it was okay to come and help."

"And who is this little lovely?"

I said, "This is Thelma, a friend and neighbor.  Her family is 
looking after me while my parents are out of town.  Will it be okay 
if we help out?"

"I really ought to get an adult to okay this."

"Please, mister Moore?  My parents are too far away to call, and 
Thelma's won't be home until 7.  It seems such a waste to come down 
here just to turn around and go home."

"Well, since I know you, Tracie, I'll allow it, but without your 
parents here to say it's okay, I'm going to have to rush you out of 
here at 7."

I was a little disappointed.  I was used to helping until I dropped 
and dad had to carry me out.  But I accepted and Thelma and I set to 
work helping dish out food, carry food, and clean up.  Thelma quickly 
got too bored to keep doing that, but she helped by going out to the 
crowd and lifting spirits by chatting, or singing carols, or playing 
games, or the such.

It was a little after 6 when I saw a young girl, younger than me, 
come into the shelter.  She looked around, saw who she was looking 
for, and made a beeline to a man at one of the tables.  They talked 
for a bit before the girl started tugging on the arm of the guy, 
although the guy wouldn't allow himself to be moved.  Thelma went 
over and talked to them, then waved me over.

I came over to her and asked, "What's up?"

"Is there a place where we can talk privately?"

I knew about a storage room that we could use, and led them there. 
Once inside, the guy took off his hat and I was surprised at how 
young he was.  I guessed he was, at most, sixteen.  I put that aside 
and asked, "Okay, so what's wrong?"

The little girl quickly said, "My brother won't come home with me. 
Make him come home with me!"

The brother said, "It's not home; it's an orphanage."

"But we've got some people who'll adopt us."

"No, they'll adopt you."

I asked, "What do they think is wrong with you?"

"Nothing wrong.  It's just that they're an older couple and they feel 
that they won't be able to handle a teenage boy."

The girl said, "So I won't go with them."

"Yes, you will!  That's why I left, so you wouldn't worry about me 
and could go with them."

She threw her arms around him.  "I can't lose you, Shawn.  I already 
lost mom and dad.  I can't lose you!"

My heart went out to her.  Having lost my own family, I could 
understand her not wanting to lose her last touch with her family, 
her brother.  I could also understand the brother.  He didn't want to 
stand the way of his sister's adoption, so he went off so that the 
couple could adopt the girl.

I also really missed my parents right then.  Dad was a top notch 
probability manipulator.  Probability manipulation is one of the 
easiest types of magic to cast, but also one of the most dangerous. 
Since nobody can control all possible outcomes of an event, things 
can easily snowball out of control.  Mom probably would've gone to 
the couple and talked them into taking both kids, maybe even not 
needing magic.

Me?  All I could think of, that I was sure I could do, was one thing, 
a physical transformation.  Before Shawn could pull away, I asked, 
"Shawn, do you want to stay with your sister?  Be honest now."

"Of course I do.  But it's hard enough to find someone to adopt one 
eleven year old girl; few want to adopt a teen; fewer want to adopt a 
teen boy AND a preteen girl."

"What about adopting two girls?  Do you think this couple would adopt 
two girls?"

"Sure.  They originally thought Shawn was a girl's name, spelled s, 
e, a, n.  It wasn't until they met me that they said they couldn't 
adopt me.  But so what?  I'm a boy and can't really keep up the 
pretense of being a girl."

"You might with a little bit of help.  Would you be willing to give 
up your manhood and be a girl in order to stay with your sister?"

"I suppose, but unless you've got some magic potion, it isn't going to happen."

I couldn't help but grin.  "Not a potion, but something just as 
good."  I turned and said to Thelma, "Can you handle the physical 
stuff?"  She nodded and started singing, her crutch.  I concentrated 
on my part of the deal, and visualized and formulated my spell.  I'm 
sure both Shawn and his sister were wondering what we were doing, but 
they didn't run and did stick around.

Thelma finished her spell and the magic went to work.  There was a 
twinkling around Shawn.  There was a surprised look on his face as 
his body changed.  It was hard to see under the baggy street clothes 
he was wearing, but the shifting of his facial features, hair growth, 
and development of an ample, but not overly large, bosom were all 
noticeable.  I then cast my spell.  It's effects weren't visible, but 
would be necessary to pull this off.

After we finished, Shawn stared at himself and said, "How?"

"We can do magic.  Thelma cast a spell to change your body, while I 
added a spell that would make it hard for people to remember your old 
form.  People will remember you being different from before, they 
just won't know how.  If you stay bold and act as though this is how 
you've always been, and people will just accept that you've always 
been a girl."

"But...  But..."

"But this is really freaky?  I understand.  Don't worry.  We can 
change you back, but you should give it a try, for the sake of your 
sister.  I recently lost family of my own and I don't have a brother 
to help me through it.  Even with someone there to help, the hole in 
your heart still hurts.  Don't make it worse for her or you."

He thought about it for a while, then said, "I guess I can do it. 
For Lilly."  I assumed Lilly was his sister's name.  Lilly threw her 
arms around Sean and they went back outside.  We returned to the main 
room and helping out.

A little before 7, they walked in.  Two dark mages.  Sometimes dark 
mages can be pretty stupid.  They either forget or ignore that spells 
can be read for age.  Doesn't take a lot of power.  Since dark mages 
are the only ones who can ignore the twelve hour time limit on 
transformations, when two mages walk in with active spells on them, 
and you scan and the spells are weeks old, it screams, "Dark mage!"

They had probably detected the spells we had cast on Sean, so we 
needed to get out of there.  I pulled Thelma over and we went in back 
to let Lewis know we had to leave.  We were in the middle of telling 
him we needed to leave just a little early in order to catch a bus, 
when they intruded, entering and yelling, "Freeze!"

One thing they teach you in training: if you're out somewhere and 
facing odds that go against you, run.  So that's what we did.  Thelma 
and I went straight for the back door.  We heard and felt explosions 
go off right behind us, and we saw the light flash around us.  I 
prayed that Lewis wasn't hurt, but we had to get away.

We burst through the door into the alley, canceling our cover spells 
(we might need the energy).  I yelled for us to separate, and we took 
off in different directions.  I heard people following me and knew 
they had both decided to follow me.  I tried to lose them and only 
managed to get myself thoroughly lost in the process.  I wound up 
going down an alley, only to wind up getting trapped in a dead end. 
I turned to try to get out before I got penned in, but it was too 
late.  The dark mages entered the open end of the alley, cutting off 
my access to the street.  I backed away from them, looking for a way 
out but didn't see anything.  Even with my strength amplifying spell 
on, I'd need a running start to get anywhere near the rooftops, and I 
just didn't have the space for it.

I was almost at the back of the alley, the dark mages closing in on 
me, when we all heard, "Heads up!"  We all looked up, just in time to 
see a huge chunk of building slam into both mages.  I saw Thelma, and 
she yelled to me, "Shake your can, girlfriend!"  I didn't need to be 
told twice.  I ran and jumped off the pile of rubble towards Thelma. 
Even with the run, I knew I wasn't going to make it, but Thelma 
managed to grab my outstretched arm and pull me up to the roof.

As soon as we were both up and safe, relatively speaking, I told her, 
"You should've run for help, not come back for me."

"Couldn't do that."  She kissed me on the lips.  "I love you too much 
to risk losing you."

It was the first time we kissed, and part of me wanted to kiss her 
again, but we heard a crashing sound, peeked over the edge, and saw 
the darkies pull free of the rubble.  One stepped into the other's 
hand and was thrown up towards us.  We didn't wait and took off 
running, jumping to the next building.  This one had a fire escape, 
so we used it to make our way to the ground.  As we left the ladder, 
the darkies barraged us with blasts.  Somehow we made it to the 
street without getting fried, running as fast as we could to get away.

I don't know how we got there, like I said, I had gotten hopelessly 
lost in my run, but before I knew it, we were back at the shelter. 
We couldn't go in, it would risk too many lives, so we prepared to 
run right by.  Before we could, we saw one of the darkies in front of 
us.  He had separated from his partner and gotten ahead of us.  We 
turned to run back the way we had only to be confronted by the other 
one.  We stood back to back, ready to make our last stand.

They closed in on us.  One asked, "Ready to die?"

Then, almost from nowhere, little eleven year old Lilly ran up and 
jumped on one of them, beating on him, screaming, "Leave her alone!" 
She was brave, but it was a useless gesture.  He just grabbed her and 
tossed her at our feet.

Then we got another reprieve.  Bullet fire rang out from the shelter, 
I looked over and saw two of the homeless people shooting at the 
darkies.  Lewis was there and yelled, "Get over here!"  The bullets 
weren't penetrating their shields, but it did provide the distraction 
we needed to grab Lilly and run for the shelter.

Inside I handed Lilly to Sean and made towards the kitchen to go 
through the back door, but Lewis stopped me.  "Forget it.  The 
kitchen's a wreck.  You'd never get through it.  Tracie, what's going 
on?  Who are those men?  How are they doing what they're doing?"

As others moved stuff to block the door, I blurted out, "They're 
demon worshipping sorcerers hunting us down because we're part of a 
group trying to stop them from taking over the world."

Lewis looked at me like I was crazy, but then said, "You're not 
kidding, are you?"  I shook my head.

A booming of spell blasts against the door reverberated through the 
shelter.  Sean asked, "Don't you have any spells like they do?"

I started working counter spells to blunt the blasts on the door. 
Thelma explained, "Tracie and I are healers.  Our combat spells are 
limited.  We can make them up as we go, but they won't be as powerful 
or as fast as those of those killers out there."

Then, despite my spells, the darkies broke through the door.  They 
stepped in and said, "Give us the girls and no one else gets hurt."

I tried to step forward, prepared to sacrifice myself to save 
everyone else, but Lewis stopped me, pulling me and Thelma back. 
"We're not going to let you hurt them."  Most of the people in the 
shelter put themselves between us and them.  A few had guns, but most 
only had whatever sticks or such they picked up.

The dark sorcerer said, "Your funerals."

Then I heard it.  Sleigh bells.  Then HE stepped into the door. 
Santa Claus.  He said, "You two boys have been very naughty this 
year.  Time to go home."

I thought it was just a guy in a suit, but when the dark mage tried 
to blast him, he swatted the blast away like it was nothing, 
dispelling that idea.  The two charged Santa.  The "Jolly Ol' Elf" 
grabbed the first around the throat, then lifted his foot and the 
other rammed right into it, chest first.  Santa stomped down, pinning 
the second beneath his foot, then lifted the first high above his 
head and choke slammed him into the ground.  Santa then cast a spell, 
powerful, powerful magic.  The shields of the dark mages were blown 
away like the proverbial dust in the wind.  They then both changed. 
Both grew breasts and long hair, becoming women.  They then both grew 
younger, regressing through their teen years, through puberty, 
through childhood, through their toddling years, finally stopping 
when they were helpless babes.

Santa, who had long since removed his boot from the one, bent over 
and picked up the babies.  He said, "Now with the dark taint removed 
from your soul, you will have another chance at life.  Perhaps more 
than you deserve, but I am often a victim of my own generous nature." 
He stepped over and handed the babies to Lewis.  "Make sure these two 
get to good families.  Love is their only hope for salvation."  He 
then waved his hand and the building was fixed.  Not only was the 
damage done by the dark sorcerers undone, but cracks in the walls, 
broken plaster, and even the chipped paint was gone.  He then stepped 
to me and Thelma and said, "Come along, girls.  Time to go home."  As 
we followed Santa out, I noticed that most of the people stared at us 
in stunned silence.  I hoped that this didn't mean I wouldn't be able 
to return.  I really liked helping out there.

Outside, we levitated up to the roof where Santa's sleigh and 
reindeer awaited us.  Once we were on the roof, Thelma threw her arms 
around Santa and said a very familiar, "Thanks, Santa."

I was incredulous.  "You know him?!"

"Sure.  Santa's a Witch.  All Witches know him."

Santa said, "Actually a sorcerer-Witch.  There have been maybe a 
score of us throughout time and only a few of us still alive."  He 
helped us into the sleigh.  "Shortly after the Witch war, I beseeched 
powers higher than my own and turned my powers on myself to become 
what I am today."  He handed the reigns to Thelma.  "You're going to 
have to drive, my dear.  After those spells, I'm far too tired to 
guide the sleigh.  By the way, Tracie, you did a good job 
transforming that boy, but you forgot to give him knowledge of his 
new body.  His first period could've been a real shock."

I could only say, "Oops."

"Don't worry.  I fixed it."

"Santa, couldn't you have somehow helped him get adopted as a boy?"

"Yes, but this is better.  When he enrolls in school next January, 
there's a young lesbian.  As a boy, they'd have been friends, but his 
desire for her would've created a lot of tension.  As a girl, they 
can both be together as both will want."

Thelma asked, "But I get to drive Santa's sleigh?  This is so cool." 
She snapped the reigns and we jerkily took to the air.

"Easy, child.  Extend your senses to the team.  Guide them with your 
magic, not your arms."  The sleigh instantly became steadier.

I asked, "Santa, surely you must've known of the Dark Alliance.  Why 
didn't you warn us?  Bring the sorceresses and the Witches together?"

"Part of the agreement for getting to where I am.  I can only appear 
tonight, December 25, and I cannot interfere with the larger 
development of mankind.  Believe me, I knew what was coming and it 
hurt not being able to do anything about it.  Besides, if the Dark 
Alliance knew that sorceresses and Witches knew of each other, they 
would've started the war early.  No one would've been ready and the 
war would've been far bloodier with more civilian casualties."

Thelma asked, "Why don't you deliver to sorceresses?"

"Same reason I don't deliver to non-Witches.  Part of me is now pure 
magic.  I have a real hard time manifesting in the presence of 
disbelief, disbelief that even those in the White Sisterhood and the 
Collegiate Brotherhood share.  My influence there is the same as with 
other humans, a subtle hint of what their children will want 
whispered in their sleeping ears."

I asked, "Why don't Witches disbelieve?"

"Witches sense their own.  That can be blocked, but only with strong magic."

"Can you teach us those spells you used?  Removing the dark taint? 
They could really help."

"Unfortunately, no.  Being both sorcerer and Witch gives me a much 
more flexible control over my magic.  A sorceress casting that same 
spell would need over 80,000 magic, possible only by the most 
powerful and only then with ritual, and I doubt a dark sorcerer will 
sit still for an hours long ritual designed to rob him of his power." 
We arrived at the mansion that had become home to me.  Outside, all 
the Witches and their human mates and relatives who lived here were 
waiting on the lawn.  "Alright, kids, time to dismount and depart." 
Santa lifted me down; then lifted Thelma down.  He whispered 
something in her ear, and she looked down, chagrined.

While Santa socialized with the Witches, I pulled Thelma aside and 
asked her what he had said to her.  She said, "He told me to quit 
getting you into so much trouble.  He said you enjoy being with me 
without me needing to play the minx all the time."

I hugged her.  "That's true, but don't try too hard to not get me in 
trouble anymore.  I enjoy the way you make my life... interesting."

A little while later, Santa gave me a small gift box.  I opened it 
and found a small locket.  Inside the locket was a picture of me, 
mom, and dad just before I had gone into training.  I thought that 
picture lost when the darkies destroyed my home with mom, dad, and 
grandma.  I yelled a good-bye to Santa as he took to the sky.  I was 
then shooed inside.

I was too wired to go to sleep, so I wrote everything down while it 
was still fresh in my mind.  Imagine, I'm one of a handful of 
non-Witches who knows Santa personally!

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Send all comments, suggestions, etc. to
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
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