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

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

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

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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

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

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

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

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Now onto the fun stuff

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I WAS A TEENAGE SORCERESS PT 3

After Daphne and Jenny finished their meal, Daphne turned to Jenny 
and said, "Okay, spill it.  You said you'd tell me the rest of your 
story after dinner."

"Okay.  You wanted to know about my battles with the forces of 
darkness?  Also, about why I was in the cell, and why I didn't just 
teleport out?"

"Exactly."

"Actually, the two are related.  But first let me explain that the 
demons I spoke of earlier, although locked away in their otherworldly 
prisons, still feed on human misery, so most of our time is spent 
trying to limit the effects of humanity's own selfishness upon 
itself.  A spell to punish a man for infidelity, a sudden windfall to 
keep a family out of poverty, that kind of thing.  Oh, there's the 
occasional sorcerous battle, where we engage the diabolists one on 
one, but those are few and far between."

"Diabolist?"

"A sorcerer who has given himself over to the forces of darkness.  In 
return for a grant of power, they work to spread misery, and, if 
possible, release the dark ones back into the world."

"Has a dark one ever gotten back into the world?"

"Twice.  One managed to cause the Black Plague before he was stopped. 
The other broke free in 1944 after years of being fed by the horrors 
of the holocaust."

"What happened?"

"We finally destroyed him in 1973.  Most of the world's troubles 
between the two years are directly attributable to him."

"1944?  Was Hitler a diabolist?"

"No.  Hitler had some sorcerous potential, but not enough to bother 
with.  I know.  It's easy to want to blame all of men's ills on 
demons, but don't assume that simply because there are real inhuman 
monsters out there that all monsters are inhuman."

"Well said."

"It's a White Sisterhood maxim."

"So why were you in jail?"

"Well, it started a few months back.  Just after my 20th birthday. 
Bambi had started a job as a waitress at an under 21 dance club.  She 
was legally a woman now, complete with realistic appearing plumbing."

"Now that's something that's also confused me.  It's not really all 
that hard to fake a document that says you've gone through the 
procedures of a sex change, so as to officially change your sex.  Why 
not do that?"

"It's against the precepts of the Sisterhood to spell up an illegal 
official document, unless given no choice.  And since we refuse to 
deal with any doctor who would just sign such a document for cash 
without the documentation to support it, I'm kind of stuck."

"Well that does explain that."

"So on with the story..."

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

I was at home with Wanda.  Mom was out of town on one of her regular 
trips to the council, and Bambi was staying with us.  Bambi wasn't 
supposed to be home for another couple of hours, and Wanda and I were 
naked on the couch doing... well, what comes naturally to two 
sorceresses who have pledged their lives together, when Bambi storms 
into the house, and throws her purse on the chair.  She didn't even 
notice us as we lay there, and she muttered, "Stupid fucking asshole 
so-and-so," as she walked into the guest room.

Wanda looked up from underneath me and said, "Well, that's a mood breaker."

I got off and... out of her, and said, "Come on."

We threw on our robes and went to Bambi's room.  I knocked on the 
door.  "Bambi, are you okay?"

"Yes, but if I ever meet my damned ex-boss again, I'm gonna kick him 
in his balls so hard, he's going to be tasting his own semen for 
months."

I opened the door and peeked my head in.  "Can we come in?"

"Sure."

Wanda and I walked in and sat on the edge of her bed.  "Now what's 
this about an ex-boss?"

"I got fired."

"What happened?  I thought you were doing great at that job?"

"I was, and I really liked it, too.  But just because I'm dressed in 
a skimpy outfit, some jackass comes into the club and starts pawing 
me.  I object a bit, and he just tells me, 'Oh, you know you like 
it.'  He keeps pawing me all night, eventually dragging me onto his 
lap, and openly fondling my breast.  So I showed him how much I 
'liked it.'"

"What did you do?"

"I cold cocked him.  That was what got me fired.  The boss brought me 
into the office and told me I got what was coming to me for leading 
him on."

"What?!  Didn't you explain what had happened?"

"Sure.  The boss's response was to wave me off, saying, and I quote, 
'Oh, all girls want to be treated like that.  They just don't want to 
have to admit it.'"

"WHAT?!"

"Uh-huh.  He also said, 'Girls are good for only one thing.  And 
being ogled and fondled in a place like this is only a small part of 
it.'  Again, I quote."

I was getting red in the face.  And even when I was a guy getting me 
this pissed was a dangerous prospect.  Becoming the world's most 
powerful sorceress didn't change that.  If anything it made it worse. 
"Little sister, let me handle your pinhead ex-boss."

"Sure.  What you got planned?"  I briefly whispered my plan in her 
ear.  "Oh, that's cruel.  I love it."

I kissed Bambi good night.  As Wanda and I walked from the room, she 
asked me, "So what do you plan on doing?"

"I plan on proving her ex-boss right."

Wanda stared at me and said, "You're getting cryptic again.  That's 
not going to be good.  For him, that is."

"I'm glad you agree.  Because I'm going to need your help, as well as 
council approval.  This is going to involve a near total body 
transformation."  Anything that caused a change to someone's body 
that they couldn't hide needed council approval.  And he definitely 
wouldn't be able to hide what I planned.

When I went to the council, I found out that Bambi's boss was a 
member of a group called, "True Men For True Women."  A bunch of 
sexist pigs who believed that all women were nothing more than whores 
who were pretending otherwise because they were afraid to admit their 
true feelings.  Unsurprisingly, their little group had one of the 
highest percentages of sex offenders in all of America, and the White 
Sisterhood planned on targeting and eliminating them during their 
next official get together.  Which was scheduled to occur two weeks 
after the council meeting.

The council had originally planned to castrate them magically, 
turning them into living Ken dolls, but when they heard my plan they 
voted to go with it.  It was much more blatant, but much more 
punishing.

Two weeks later I got together with a group of sorceresses who were 
like me, men who had been too powerful to be inducted in to the male 
order, so were transformed into women in order to be absorbed into 
the White Sisterhood.  I did this for two reasons.  One, these ex-men 
tended to be amongst the most powerful of the order, and, two, it'd 
make my plan all the more embarrassing for the "True Men" (what a 
joke that name was).  My plan had been passed on to them, so any who 
didn't have the power to cast the spell had plenty of time to prepare.

Now the "True Men", for their annual get together, go out and get a 
bunch of whores to perform at their party.  We intercepted their man 
and spelled him into believing that the sorceresses of our group were 
the whores he was supposed to have hired.  Then at the party, we put 
my plan into motion.

It started by having everybody pair off with one of the sleazes.  I 
chose Bambi's ex-boss.  I climbed up on his lap when he was sitting 
alone, and, in my best slutty tramp voice, said, "Hi.  My name is 
Jenny.  What's yours?"

"I'm Jack."

I reached my hand down to his crotch and started stroking him. 
"Would you like to do this here or take a walk into the yard outside?"

He gave me a lewd smile, and said, "Let's take this outside."

I got up and pulled him to his feet.  As I escorted him into the 
yard, I noticed most of the others were now paired off with one of 
the girls.  Most were heading to other rooms, but a few were getting 
hand jobs in front of everyone.

We walked out into the yard and out of sight of those at the party. 
We were at a mansion with a large wooded yard, so it didn't take 
long.  When we got into a secluded grove, I turned to Jack.  He 
immediately grasped and started fondling my tits.  Actually, pawing 
would be a better description of what he was doing.  I told him, 
"I've got a secret."

"What?" he asked, obviously not caring what my secret was.

"Jack, ezeerf morf eht kcen nwod."  And as easy as that, Jack was 
unable to move any part of his body below his neck.

"What the fuck?"  His face contorted as he attempted to get his body 
working.  "What have you done to me?"

"Just a little spell."

"You're a witch?"

"Oh, no.  I'm a sorceress.  Slight but distinctive difference."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why?  Do you remember a young lady you fired from your under-21 club 
a few weeks back?"

"You'll have to be more specific.  I fired a bunch of girls from that 
place.  None of 'em were responsible enough to stick around."

"Or maybe they just got tired of your sexist policies.  I'm talking 
about a girl named Bambi."

"Oh, yeah.  The big-tittied slut with the attitude problem."

"Do you happen to remember her last name?"

"Nope."

"Figures.  It was Welker."

"So?"

"Allow me to introduce myself with my full name.  Not that you 
would've cared a few minutes ago.  My name is Jenny WELKER.  I'm 
Bambi's sister."

Jack gulped.  "Are you gonna hurt me?"

"Oh, no.  I'm simply going to give you a chance to prove you're right."

"What do you mean?"

"You told my sister that you believed that women are good for only 
one thing.  So I'm going to turn you into a woman and see if you 
behave as you're supposed to."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

I simply smiled.  I envisioned the new body I wanted Jack to have and 
cast my spell.  "Tel siht s'nam ydob emoceb taht fo a gib detsub 
pmart fo a elamehs dna tel eht noitamrofsnart truh."

Suddenly Jack screamed in pain as the transformation started.  He 
couldn't move, or he probably would've doubled over in pain.  I 
wanted this to HURT.  His chest was the first thing to change.  It 
started to swell, causing his shirt to tent from his body.  It 
eventually caused his shirt to rip open, exposing his two new tits to 
the world.  His waist shrunk but his hips and ass expanded quickly. 
His arms and legs shrunk and became female in proportions.  His face 
rounded, and his hair grew long and soft.  And he felt every cell 
change to his new form.  It was too much for him, and he passed out. 
Unconscious, but unable to fall.

After the transformation was finished, I cast a spell destroying his 
clothes, then started slapping his face in order to wake him up.  He 
slowly returned to consciousness.  I then conjured a mirror for him. 
He had become a real beauty.  He had dimensions of 38-24-36 with an M 
cup size.  His hair was raven black and went all the way down to his 
wide ass.  The rest of his body was now hairless, except for a small 
patch in his crotch.  He was now a living wet dream, except for the 
fact that he still retained his cock.  Something he knew, because I 
could tell from the pained look on his face that he was trying to get 
a hard-on from looking at himself in the mirror, but he was unable to 
thanks to my freezing spell.

"You're quite a looker now.  You'll make quite a little sex slut."

"I may look like a woman, but I'm not really one."

I took his face in my hands and stared into his eyes.  "Ouy lliw 
rebmemer lla taht ouy erew, tub ouy will tca ta lla semit ekil a 
diputs, xes devrats tuls, gnilliw ot kcuf gnihtyna, emityna, 
erehwyna, dna ylrettu evissimbus ot revetahw ouy kcuf."

I saw a stupid look come over "his" face.  I stepped back and 
canceled the spell that held Jack in place.  "Now would you do me a 
favor and kneel before me and suck me off?"

At the merest suggestion of sex, Jack's new persona took over.  He 
threw himself to his knees before me, pushed my dress up, and pulled 
my panties down.  I saw a brief pained look pass over his face as he 
saw my dick spring free of my panties.  But the spell forced him to 
lean forward and take my dick into his mouth.  Despite the fact that 
I knew he hated this, the spell forced him to behave as though he 
loved it.  He wasn't bad and soon had me spraying down his throat, 
and he swallowed all of it.

He started to lean back when I said, "Suck me back to hardness."  It 
actually didn't take that long.  It's never taken me long to get hard 
a second time after coming.  After I was rock hard, I told him, "Now 
I want to fuck you."

He turned in place, stuck his ass in the air and wiggled it.  "Oh, 
fuck me, Mistress.  Fuck me, please!"

I knelt behind him and said, "You may speak as if you were Jack, but 
your body will still behave under the constraints of my spell."

"Please don't do this," he begged.

"Do?  I'm not going to do anything."  I placed my dick at his ass. 
"But your body is going to impale itself on me and fuck itself silly."

He screamed, "Noooooooo," as his body lurched backwards, filling his 
ass with my dick.  "Please.  Please stop this," he begged as his body 
rocked back and forth on my dick.

I, of course, ignored him, and said, "Look at those huge tits. 
Certainly those are the tits of a whore."

"No, I'm not a whore."

"Don't be silly, of course you are.  Now be a good whore and play 
with your tits while you fuck yourself on me."  He started to sob as 
his hands refused to obey his mind and started to play with his tits. 
"Don't be prudish.  That's not how a whore plays with her tits.  Maul 
them like you were mauling mine earlier."  His hands grew rough in 
the way they acted upon his tits, eliciting a moan of pain from Jack. 
"Now stop talking like Jack and talk like the sluttish whore I've 
made you."  The moan turned from one of pain to one of pleasure. 
"Tell me how do you like this?"

"Oh, I love it, Mistress.  I love to fuck myself on your hard cock, 
while roughly mauling my own tits."

"Do you really?  All you have to do is tell me you don't like it and 
I'll change you back."

I knew Jack would've loved to say he hated it (not that I would've 
changed him back if he had), but he was bound by the slutty bitch 
personality, and could only say, "Oh, do not change me back, 
Mistress.  I love my new life.  I love being your slutty whore."

"As you wish!"  I laughed, almost able to hear Jack's mind scream in 
protest.  To be honest, this little magic dom scene was really 
exciting me, so it wasn't much longer till I was cumming in his ass.

After I was finished, I asked him, "Why didn't you cum?"

Jack didn't know, and I wanted him to hear it with his own voice from 
the slut he now was.  "Because Mistress did not give me permission."

"And will you ever cum without permission?"

"Oh, no, Mistress."

I smiled an evil smile.  "Follow me back to the party.  Play with 
your cock so you don't grow soft, but you do NOT have permission to 
come,  but feel free to moan in pleasure at your own hand's touch."

"Yes, Mistress."

We walked back to the party with me being serenaded by the sounds of 
Jack's self-pleasuring.  When we got there, I saw that the other 
sorceresses had done the same thing to their subjects.  Each of the 
"True Men" was now a true she male slut, sucking the dicks of or 
being fucked by their she male Mistresses.

Seeing that everyone was busy, I whistled for the dog.  The "True 
Men" had announced their plans to have the dog fuck one of the whores 
at the party, and I saw no reason to make the dog (a rather well 
endowed Great Dane) go without.  "Look, slut girl.  Doesn't the doggy 
have a big prick?"

With sounds of desire in his voice, "slut girl" said, "Oh, yes, 
Mistress, a huge cock."

"Would you like that cock inside of you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress."

"Why don't you suck doggy to hardness?  After he's nice and hard 
you'll turn around and let doggy plow your ass."

As he dropped to his knees, slut girl said, "Oh, thank you, 
Mistress."  He stuck his head under the dog and started sucking.  The 
dog, barely understanding what was going on, quickly grew hard and 
started humping into slut girl's face.  Now that the dog was hard, 
slut girl pulled off of him, barely able to get his mouth from around 
the huge knob at the end of his huge rod.  The dog whimpered briefly 
as slut girl spun in his place.  Realizing he was now in a more 
properly canine position, he grabbed onto slut girl and started 
stabbing his prick into the place where slut girl's cunt would've 
been, had he had one.

"Oh, lookie.  Doggie's having trouble getting into you.  Reach back 
and help doggy fuck you, slut girl."

Slut girl reached back, grabbed the dog's cock and placed it at his 
ass.  The dog didn't quite understand, but when he felt himself 
moving forward, he humped into slut girl's ass.  It took quite a bit 
of forcing, but he finally got the knob into his ass.

As the dog pumped into his ass, slowly forcing inch by inch into him, 
I leaned forward and whispered to slut girl, "You may speak as Jack."

Jack sobbed and begged, "Please, let me go.  Return me to normal."

"Sorry, Jack.  That ship has sailed.  You should've said something 
when I offered."

"I COULDN'T!"

I shrugged.  "You should be happy.  Surely you must realize you're 
now more woman than man.  Isn't this how women are supposed to 
behave?  Isn't this all they're good for?  You're proving your own 
theory."

He sobbed.  "Please.  I've learned my lesson."

"Lesson?  This body isn't a classroom.  It's a jail cell, where you 
will serve out the rest of your life trying to make amends for the 
pain and suffering you have caused others."  He sobbed.  "Now return 
to being Slut Girl."  He returned to moaning in pleasure and begging 
for more doggy prick.

Wanda brought her little slave boy-girl over.  She told "him", 
"Doesn't that mouth look inviting?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress.  May I stick my clitty into it?"

"Yes, you may."

The new "girl" knelt before slut girl and swung "her" prick in front 
of his face.  Slut girl practically leapt forward and sucked it into 
his mouth.  The other transformee started pumping into slut girl's 
face.  Slut girl, of course, was happily sucking away, even though, 
we both knew she didn't feel that way.

The other sorceresses brought their "girls" over.  One wiggled 
underneath slut girl, and started getting fucked by him.  Another 
couple got underneath that girl and started sucking "her" tits. 
Thinking of it, I looked around at all the transformees.  The 
smallest set of tits amongst them was EE, the largest was slut girl 
at M cup.

This, of course, was planned.  Each sorceress would give their victim 
a cup size one size larger than their own, allowing them to 
experience what it would be like to look like some kind of porn star 
or exotic dancer.

Anyway, another couple of girls placed their dicks in slut girl's 
hands and got a free hand job while fondling his tits.  Everybody but 
slut girl was given permission to cum, and as they came, they 
switched positions.  Everybody but slut girl got to try most of the 
positions.  He was stuck being fucked by doggy and fucking and 
sucking others.  Not that he ever complained, of course.

After he was finished, each sorceress took their "girl" and left with 
them.  We had found a victim of each of the "True Men", and would 
give the new "girls" to a victim to make up for their past crimes.

Of all of them, Jack's crimes were amongst the least, and what he had 
done to Bambi was amongst his worst crimes, so he was going to Bambi.

After everybody left, and it was just me, Jack and the doggy (I had 
to wait for Wanda to get back), I asked him, "So what's the dog's 
name?"

"He doesn't have a name.  We get the largest male dog we can for our 
party from the pound.  Then, after we're finished we turn him loose."

"To become a stray again?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"So, you add cruelty to animals on top of cruelty to women.  You 
really are slime."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, I'm going to bring the dog home with me.  I'm going to talk 
with your new Mistress.  I think you should be the one to take care 
of doggy "Jack" from now on."

"You mean sexually, Mistress?"  She sounded so hopeful I couldn't 
help but laugh.

"You may speak as Jack."

"Oh, please don't make me fuck that dog every night!  My ass is still 
sore from earlier."

I laughed.  "Actually, I was just thinking of more mundane matters. 
Feeding him, walking him, picking up his poop.  That sort of thing." 
Jack breathed a sigh of relief.  "But, of course, if Bambi ever wants 
to be entertained, you'll be on all fours sucking Jack's dick or 
being fucked by Jack."

Jack moaned.

"Well, it may be a while before Wanda gets back.  Why don't you suck 
me until she gets here?"

"Please, no," Jack begged as his body betrayed him and went to his 
knees to suck me.  I let him continue to speak as Jack, and I could 
hear him beg around my dick until I sprayed deep into his mouth.

Wanda walked in shortly thereafter, and we took the two Jacks home. 
Doggy Jack was allowed on the back seat, but slut girl Jack was 
forced to kneel on the floor.  We went inside the house.  "We're 
home!" we announced.

Bambi ran down the stairs.  "Wow, sis, who's the babe?"

"This babe is your ex-boss, Jack."

An evil smile crossed Bambi's face.  "An... appropriate punishment. 
So why'd you bring him back here?"

"He's a gift for you."

"Really?"

"Yup.  He is now your willing and obedient slave.  Isn't that right, Jack?"

In his new femme voice Jack said, "Oh, yes, Mistress.  I will do 
whatever you ask to the best of my ability, no matter how degrading 
or demeaning."

"Nice," Bambi said.

"I think you should probably rename him.  I mean he can't go around 
as Jack anymore."

Bambi thought about it.  "I'll call him Candy.  Candy, step forward." 
Candy stepped forward.  "From now on, if anyone asks you your name 
you will say, 'I am Candy the she male slut.'  You will then raise 
your skirt and say 'Look at my silly dick.'  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good, now introduce yourself to my sister."

The newly christened Candy turned to me, and said, "I am Candy the 
she male slut."  Then, although naked, reached for where her skirt 
would be, raised the imaginary piece of fabric, and said, "Look at my 
silly dick."

"One more thing."  I whistled for the dog.  He came bounding in. 
"This is a dog that Candy and her friends were going to have fuck one 
of us.  Then they were going to abandon it.  So after Candy got 
finished getting fucked by it, I decided she should take care of it. 
In matters both sexual and mundane."

A wicked smile came across Bambi's face.  "I've got an idea."  She 
came over to me and whispered her idea in my ear.

"Just go ahead and order it.  You don't need a spell for that."

Bambi turned to Candy.  "Candy, if you ever go 24 hours without 
fucking or being fucked, unless you are doing something else I have 
ordered, you are to crawl to the dog on your hands and knees, suck 
him till he's hard, then let him fuck you till he's spent.  What do 
you think of that?"

"Oh, thank you, Mistress, for ensuring that your little slave is 
always well fucked."

Bambi turned back to me.  "What's the dog's name?"

"I named it Jack.  It's not like she's going to need it."

Bambi laughed.  "True.  So tell me Candy, speaking as, but only 
speaking, as if you were still Jack, how do you feel about all this?"

Candy gulped.  "Please let me fuck you.  I'll be a good lover.  Just 
don't make me fuck that dog."

Bambi laughed.  "I don't think so.  I don't mind the occasional 
dalliance with a girl, but I'm really a broad shoulders and strong 
arms kind of girl.  You weren't even my type when you were a guy, 
much less now.  I dare say you'll be spending a lot more time with 
"Jack" than with a girl, or even with a guy."

"With a... guy?"

"Mm-hmm.  My boyfriend is bisexual.  I think he was a little 
disappointed when I got the operation to change my plumbing.  I'm 
sure he'd love to get his hands on you for a while."

"Operation?"

"Oh, didn't you know?" Bambi asked coyly, knowing that Candy didn't 
know.  "I'm a transsexual.  This," she said waving her hands down her 
body, "used to be the body of a boy.  Now you may no longer talk like 
the old you.  Be Candy in speech, too."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Come along, Bambi, my room needs some cleaning.  And if you do a 
very good job, I may let you lick me to sleep."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress."

After Candy and Bambi went upstairs, I returned to the van and 
returned to my home.

It was early the next day when I got the call.  Wanda and I were 
recovering from an early morning sex session when the phone rang.  I 
answered it with my usual, "Wanda and Jenny, lovers at play," 
eliciting my usual slap on the chest from Wanda.

"Jenny."

"Yeah, mom?"

"Get Wanda and come to the state council chambers."

"What's up?"

"Just get here as fast as you can."

"Okay."  After mom hung up, I said, "Get up, hun.  We've been 
summoned to the council chamber.  I'll start summoning the energy for 
a teleportation, while you dress us."

We stood and I closed my eyes and envisioned the spell as I felt 
fabric wrap itself around me.  (Both Wanda and I sleep in the nude.) 
I cast the spell to carry us to the council chamber, opened my eyes, 
and we were there.

Mom, as the head of the state council of sorceresses, usually sat at 
the rounded end of a wide U of a table in the state council chamber. 
The fact that she wasn't there and was sitting one seat down the left 
arm (as I looked at it) told me that this was a big deal.  A bigger 
sign was that Ann, the head of the U.S. council, sat one seat down 
the right arm.  Sitting in the head seat was a woman I knew by 
reputation and picture only, Elisa, head of the entire North American 
continent!  Elisa, was not only one of the oldest, and most 
experienced sorceresses on the planet, she was also one of the most 
powerful.  I think she was fourth on the planet overall with a J cup. 
(Remember, a sorceress's might can be judged by her cup size.)

I started to greet her with the standard greeting for the council, 
but she waved it off.  "Jennifer Welker,-"

"Excuse me, ma'am, but it's just Jenny."

I could see a shocked look on many of the council members' faces, but 
Elisa just said, "My apologies.  Jenny Welker, I understand you have 
knowledge of one Ben Chalker?"

"That's putting it mildly."

"So you still remember him?"

"Yes, ma'am."  Remember?  How could I forget?  After being 
transformed, but before having my sorcerous might awakened, I had run 
afoul of Ben, an apprentice sorcerer.  While Wanda was away 
consulting with his teacher, Ben cast a spell on me, turning me into 
his sexual slave.  He made me give him a blow job and nearly raped my 
ass before Wanda and his teacher stopped him.

"Did you ever learn what happened to him?"

"No, ma'am.  I assume he was punished as was promised, but since I 
was in training at the time, I was incommunicado."

"He was punished.  But that is only the beginning of the story."

"Oh?"

"As you know, a neophyte sorceress, such as yourself at the time, who 
is being convinced to enter the order, is granted the same 
protections as a full sorceress.  The Collegiate Brotherhood grants 
the same protections both to their own and to ours,as we do for them. 
The punishment for what Ben did to you was to have his sorcerous 
might stripped from him."

I gasped.  A person's sorcerous might is an intrinsic part of their 
soul, and stripping a person of their sorcerous might is the 
equivalent of a spiritual lobotomy.  Never a step to be taken lightly.

"Had we found any redeeming qualities in Ben, we would've perhaps 
reduced the sentence, but we found none.  So after stripping him of 
his power, we set him back in the world.  We later learned that we 
should've kept an eye on him.  Having tasted true power, Ben wanted 
more and would not be so easily denied."

"But with his sorcerous might gone, where would he find power?"

"He found power in the only place possible for him.  He turned to 
diabolism, and is currently under a death watch."  A death watch, the 
standard punishment for a diabolist, one who accepts power from 
demons, means that any sorcerer or sorceress who has the power must 
do their best to kill the offender.  "Unfortunately, as a diabolist, 
Ben is much more powerful than he was as a sorcerer, and his 
sorcerous might is now at over 20,000.  Greater even than my own. 
Enough to keep him hidden from any magical detection we tried.

"But now, thanks to you, we have a mundane connection to him."

"Thanks to me?"

"It seems that Ben has joined the... ahem... "True Men's" Society.  A 
chapter in another city.  Had we gone through with our plan of 
castration, we never would've gotten access to their private records. 
But by turning our local chapter into submissive slaves, they 
willingly turned over all the records they had.

"We now have a locale on Ben Chalker, but we must move quickly, 
before he learns what we have done and moves out of our reach.  In 
order to do that we need someone at least as powerful as he.  The 
only person we know for sure that has that kind of power is you."

"I'm ready for him."

"In terms of power, yes.  In terms of skill?  Maybe.  And when 
dealing with a diabolist, maybe isn't good enough."

"But how can I gain more skill, ma'am?"

"There may be a way, but it is very risky.  For both you and Wanda."

Wanda joked, "I was beginning to wonder why I was summoned."

Elisa frowned.  "This is no joking matter.  There is an old ritual, a 
ritual of bonding.  Legend has it that a version of this ritual once 
formed a permanent bond between the participants.  Unfortunately, the 
version of the ritual we have is imperfect.  It will allow you two to 
share power, skill, and even thoughts, but if you hold the bond too 
long, you risk burn out.  Your own power will literally eat you alive 
from the inside out."

"How long will we have?"

"We're not sure exactly.  A minimum of 8 hours, but most likely more."

"Most likely?"

"The exact length of the bond is proportional to the emotional 
attachment felt between the participants.  This was originally used 
as a form of magical marriage ceremony.  Due to the fact that you two 
share a strong emotional bond already, you should be able to go 12 
hours at least.  But since we can't objectively judge love, we can't 
say exactly how long it'll be safe."

I put my hand in Wanda's.  This was going to be a real test of our 
love for one another.  "Well, we'd better get started."

The entire ceremony took 18 hours including set up time (which 
happened to include us being naked).  As the ceremony concluded, I 
felt a rush of power, as well as another presence inside my head.  It 
took less than a second for me to know it was Wanda.  In that first 
second, I knew everything there was to know about Wanda.  I knew her 
history, her life.  I knew her as Walter, her name before being 
transformed for the sisterhood.  And I knew I loved her even then.

More importantly, at least for me, I knew she loved me.  I knew she 
had originally planned to use some excuse to transform me into a 
woman as a punishment.  Something like rejecting her when she 
revealed herself to me.  Or refusing to accept her inside me after 
she had done so for me.  But when I kept beating her to the punch, 
kept asking her for what she wanted to do to me before she could 
mention it, she realized that I was something special, and only her 
betrayal by the woman who had convinced her to remain Wanda had 
prevented her from realizing it earlier.

I looked her in the eye.  "Wanda?" I thought.

"Here, my love."

I was suddenly overcome by the emotion of it all, and took my beloved 
in my arms and kissed her.  I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to 
both ravish and be ravished by her.  And I knew Wanda felt the same 
way towards me.

Wanda decided first, and leaned back, pulling me to the floor on top 
of her.  Her legs split wide open as my dick found her asshole with 
an ease we had never known before.  I started to pump into her as her 
hands found my breasts.  This was an incredible sensation.  Not only 
was I fucking her, I was linked psychically, and felt the sensation 
of being fucked at the same time.  Every time I kissed her, I felt 
the kiss on my own lips (or cheek or neck or wherever).  I loved it.

After we came together the first time, I flipped us over, and spread 
my legs, so she could get into me.  We repeated the same process 
until she was spraying deep inside me.

We proceeded to make love for a while longer until we settled down 
from our spell induced sexual high.  When we got up, everybody else 
had left.  Considering the urgency of the situation, I'm surprised 
they hadn't kept us from consummating our new union, not that I 
thought they could've succeeded.

"Wanda," I thought to her, not even bothering with speech.

"Yes, I know," she thought back, already knowing what I was going to think.

Then together we thought, "We have got to find a way to make this permanent."

We walked back into the foyer.  Everybody who had been with us at the 
start of the proceedings was now there.  Both Wanda and I blushed 
furiously.  Elisa laughed a bit.  "Don't worry, Jenny.  We were 
hoping you'd lose control and need to partake of sex with one 
another."

"You were?"

"Remember, the stronger the emotional bond, the longer it lasts.  The 
strongest, longest lasting bonds are between lifemates.  If your love 
and feelings for each other were so intense that you could not 
restrain them, it means that your bond should be particularly long 
lasting."

"Well, that's good news.  How long were we... otherwise occupied?"

"A couple of hours."

"A couple of hours!?  It sure as hell didn't seem that long."

"I know.  Your time sense gets all fucked up in the high following bonding."

"So what now?"

"Wanda will remain here.  It'll be best if she remains secluded and 
protected during your confrontation with Ben.  That way there will be 
no distractions, and she can focus her entire attention on helping 
you."

"Okay, then what?"

"Then you head out and confront Ben.  Here's the address."  She 
handed me a piece of paper.  "It's closer to here then it is to your 
home, so you will leave directly from the upstairs door.  I believe 
you know how to ride a motorcycle?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"There's one waiting for you.  Go!"

I ran upstairs and out the front door.  Outside was a hog waiting for 
me, running even.  I looked around, making sure no one was about, 
then transformed my clothes into a set of riding leathers.  (There's 
reason why most bikers wear leather.  If you take a spill on a bike, 
leather transmits the least amount of friction to the person wearing 
it.  And even the most powerful sorceress in the world is not immune 
to the vagaries of random chance.)  I got on the bike and checked the 
address.  It was, almost appropriately, in one of the worst areas in 
town.

I got on and took off.  It took me almost an hour to get there, but 
Elisa was right.  Had I gone from home it would've taken almost three 
times that long to get there.  It seemed Ben was now living in a 
seedy, run-down, almost deserted, old apartment building.  There was 
no apartment number on the address I had, and I couldn't very well go 
door to door asking if people knew him, neither could I cast a spell 
because if Ben was anywhere around he'd sense it and, most likely, 
teleport away.  It was then that Wanda gave me her first suggestion. 
"Go in and tell the landlord you're Ben's cousin.  Get the apartment 
number from him."

It was a good suggestion and we both knew it, but I never had time to 
implement it.  Right then Ben chose to make his entrance, or, perhaps 
more accurately, exit.  From the building at least.  He went to a 
beat up old car, and got in.

As he walked, I noticed there was something "wrong" with him.  I 
focused my magic senses on him.  Kind of the mystical equivalent to 
squinting your eyes.  Had Ben been aware of me, he might've noticed. 
Just as you might notice a person squinting his eyes to stare at you 
if you're paying attention to his face.  Thankfully, he remained 
blissfully unaware of my increased attentions.  It was then that I 
noticed it.  He was under the affect of a body transformation, and 
judging from the "look" of the spell it was at least a year old!  I 
wondered how he managed that when I remembered my training.  An 
infernalist (another word for diabolist) is driven insane by touching 
and connecting with the dark powers.  It can be a blatant insanity or 
a subtle one, but he does go insane.  That insanity acts as a buffer 
upon the mind (or whatever's left of it) and the stress of a 
transformation spell.

Both Wanda and I had a thought at the same time (or was it that one 
of us had the thought and it was instantly transmitted to the other, 
it was hard to tell at times), "We need to know what changes he's 
enacted upon his body.  The infernal powers might've granted him 
claws or a tail or something else that he could use against us in a 
fight."

Now I couldn't cast any spell that would warp reality.  It'd be like 
screaming, "You're being followed by a sorceress!" but I could cast a 
spell to enhance my senses to see Ben's normal form, so cast it I 
did.  What I saw almost made me fall off my bike laughing.  Ben had 
tits!  Ben, the big macho studly man, the "True Man", the ass who 
thought nothing of magically hypnotizing unsuspecting young women, 
had a pair of DDD cup size tits!

But as I chuckled inwardly, it was Wanda who brought me down to 
earth.  "Don't laugh, hun.  Remember what the size of a sorceress's 
breasts signify."

I remembered.  A sorceress's breasts are a direct measure of the 
power she wields.  The larger the breasts, the greater the power. 
But a DDD size alone wouldn't be enough to explain his power.  That 
cup size would be a power of 1728 give or take a little.  I 
remembered that Ben's power before his infernal awakening was about 
two hundred.  So the powers couldn't be additive or even 
multiplicative, which would result in powers of 1924 or 338,688 
respectively (math was the only subject I excelled at in school).

"Enough, my love," Wanda said.  "Satisfy your mathematical curiosity 
later.  Focus on the task at hand."

Wanda was right, of course.  I focused on following Ben without being 
seen.  It wasn't as hard as you might think.  Ben seemed oblivious to 
the world around him.  But I could take nothing for granted.  He 
might already know I was here and just be leading me on.  But somehow 
I doubted he was capable of that level of subtlety.

For the next couple hours I trailed him around town as he went from 
task to task, post office, supermarket, mundane things.  After that I 
knew he was planning something, because he cast a spell that 
transformed his car from a beat up old clunker to an expensive sports 
car.  This let me believe he wasn't aware of my presence.  If he had 
known I was here, there's no way he would be squandering his power on 
so frivolous a use.

I followed him to a bar.  Trust Ben to waste his power on 
transforming his car just to impress the ladies.  I parked my bike 
and went inside.  Ben had a couple women sitting at his table and one 
on his lap.  I guessed from the subtle way the magic was flowing that 
between them Ben was using mind control spells on the lot of them.

The one on his lap was fawning over him like a love struck teen, 
while the other two were gazing at him longingly.  The lap girl said, 
"Oh, Master Chalker, you're so handsome and strong."  As she started 
to fondle his crotch, she said, "Oh you're so big, too."

"And it's all me, baby.  All 14 inches of it."

"Ooh, really?  14 inches?"

"Yup.  Ooh, would you use it on me?"

"If you're a good girl, I might."

Oh, geez, I was becoming ill.  I decided to take action.  What did I 
do?  Simple.  I walked in front of him.  Now I had been a woman for 
only 4 years (and 9 months of the first year had been solely in the 
company of other women), but one thing I knew about the way most men 
treat women (especially when they're as bad as Ben) was that most 
take a long time to look above the tits, some never making it at all. 
Particularly when who they're looking at is as well endowed as I.  I 
knew, just from looking Ben in the eye as he gazed upon my massive 
mammaries, that he hadn't even seen my face, and thus had no idea who 
I was.

But, of course, from the minute he saw me, his attention was focused 
on me.  The energy stopped flowing between him and the girls (meaning 
he had released them), and he stood up, dumping the girl on his lap 
to the floor.  I could sense him collecting the power for another 
spell.  Apparently, he intended to crush any resistance I might've 
had to his mind control spell.  "Hey, babe, come here often?"

"Nope.  I came here for one reason."

"What's that?"  He got closer and closer.  I wanted to blast him 
where he stood, but Wanda held me back.

"Easy, love.  Keep your focus.  Catch him in the casting and 
counterspell it.  It'll do more damage to him."

"I came here looking for a man.  A very specific man."

"Oh, will I do till he gets here?"

"Actually," I said as he touched me.  He loosed the spell.  I lashed 
out at him as his energy lanced towards me.  I disrupted the spell he 
was casting, staggering him.  I decided to rub it in a little.  I 
couldn't cast any overt spells against him, his own mystic might 
would protect him.  But by focusing my might against the spell 
holding his body in its altered form.  I almost laughed aloud as he 
staggered backwards, his shirt ripping open, his huge DDD's flopping 
out for everyone to see.  "I was looking for you,"  I said, 
completing the thought.  He stared at me, anger evident in his face. 
I just smiled, and said, "Nice look, Ben.  It suits you."

He stared at me for a while until the anger left his face and a look 
of understanding crossed his face.  "Jenny, isn't it?  How are you?"

"I'm surprised that you remember me."

"Remember you?  I've wanted you as my love slave ever since the day 
we met.  And now you've done me the favor of showing up in order to 
make my dream come true."

"You seem awfully cocky for a male with a power of only 200."  I 
wanted him thinking that I didn't know about his increase in power. 
I hoped it'd make him over-confidant enough to make a stupid mistake.

I was right.  He lifted his tits and dropped them.  "As you can see, 
these combined with my previous power have combined to give me a 
power of over 28,000.  And now that you've revealed my secret, I no 
longer need to waste energy holding it."

"So you don't mind looking like a freak?"

Ben rushed over and grabbed me, lifting me into the air.  I suddenly 
felt his power besiege my mind, and I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was laying on a bed, dressed in nothing but a 
nightgown.  I tried to get up, but was unable to move.  Ben walked 
into the room, dressed in nothing more than a smoking jacket.  I 
stretched out my hand to him in a beckoning gesture.  As I moved, I 
felt a difference in my crotch.  I looked down briefly and saw that 
my prick was gone, replaced by a vagina.  "Oh, my god!" I thought. 
"He's going to do it to me again!  He's going to rape me!"

I mentally screamed for Wanda.  I could feel her, but she was being 
blocked from helping.  I started to cry internally.  I tried to force 
my limbs to move the way I wanted.  I put all the effort I could into 
it, but got nothing.  No result whatsoever.  My body continued to 
beckon him forward.

He got on the bed and crawled up beside me.  He grabbed my nightgown 
and ripped it open.  He grabbed my tit and roughly mauled it.  Really 
painfully, too.  I outwardly moaned in pleasure as I inwardly 
screamed in pain.  He slowly proceeded to hurt every inch of my tits, 
and from the look on his face, I could tell he was enjoying it.  I 
wanted to scream and run away, but I couldn't.

Then I heard Wanda scream, "LEAVE HER ALONE!"  The wall suddenly blew 
down, and Ben was hit with a magical blast of incredible power, 
knocking him back off the bed.  Wanda strode into the room, magic 
flashing like some avenging god of old.

Ben stood up, Wanda's bolts bouncing harmlessly off of him.  "Sorry, 
bitch," he said to her, "but this is my fantasy."  Her bolts bounced 
harmlessly off of him, but I couldn't tell if that was because he was 
countering the spells or just absorbing them with his mystical might.

Unless I could help, this fight was a foregone conclusion.  I tried 
forcing my body, but once again, nothing.  I wanted to scream in 
frustration, but that would get me nothing.  I instead stopped to 
think.  How did Wanda get here?  I had felt no twisting of space and 
time that was the telltale signs of a teleportation spell.  Ben had 
not dulled my mystical perceptions.  I knew that.  So how had Wanda 
gotten here?

Could we be closer to the Council?  No.  With the amount of energy 
flying in here, every sorceress in the building (and a few sorcerers 
on liaison duty for the Collegiate Brotherhood) would come running. 
So how had Wanda gotten here?

Then I had it.  Wanda was here, because here was the one place where 
Wanda always would be.  Wanda was not only first in my heart, but 
also first in my MIND.  This wasn't a real battlefield. (Well, it was 
real, but not physical universe real.  It's kind of hard to explain.) 
Once I realized that, it was no wonder that all my EFFORT had gone to 
naught.  In the mind, effort is a waste.  It is only WILL that 
matters.

I willed myself to move.  I willed myself to normal.  I willed my 
power to lash out at Ben.  And...  It happened!  I blew Ben back 
through the back wall.  Wanda nearly collapsed from relief, now that 
she wasn't fighting Ben.

She looked up at me and smiled.  "Get him, girl.  I'm too burnt out 
to help anymore."

"But I need you."  I walked over and kissed her, flowing energy into 
her.  She became instantly refreshed.

"How?  No magic can restore magical energy once spent.  Only rest can do that."

"No sorcerous magic can.  But this is the Magic of love."

Ben flew back into the room and screamed, "NO!  This is MY fantasy!"

"But it's being played out in MY mind.  My mind, my rules."

Ben lashed out at me, and I fought back.  Power for power.  Strength 
for strength.  And with Wanda backing me up, we were collectively 
more powerful then he could hope to deal with.  Problem was, Ben may 
have been crazed with dark power, and he may have been a sexist ass, 
but he wasn't stupid.  He knew where I was getting my extra power. 
So once he fainted with an attack, sidestepped and blasted with raw 
power against Wanda.

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

Daphne felt the pain in Jenny's words, and heard her voice take on a hard edge.

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

I felt Wanda's pain as her entire body seemed to explode.  Then I 
felt... the link... shutdown.  I screamed.  I wanted to die.  I think 
I would've just folded up and died had Ben not chosen that moment to 
say, "Now that your bitch lover is gone, you don't have a chance 
against me alone.  I will make you my slave!"

Then it happened.  The rage, the anger, the frustration.  It all 
boiled to the surface.  I (thankfully) remembered my training.  I 
used my rage allowing it to focus my power.  I lashed out at Ben with 
everything I had.

Suddenly I was back in the physical world and Ben was flying across 
the room.  My blouse had been ripped open and my bra pulled from my 
tit.  NOW I was back in my realm of expertise.  All sorceresses could 
function in any field, but each chose a realm of practice to 
specialize in.  Wanda's was physical transformations.  Mine was 
combat.  If you've ever seen one of those Japanime flicks, the ones 
with flying, energy-tossing martial artists, that's me.  I have 
mastered spells that turn me into a raging fury of power in a 
physical fight.

By the way, a mastered spell is one that has been built and rebuilt 
to the point where it can be cast without resorting to incantations. 
They're so practiced they can be tossed off with only a few moments 
thought.

Before Ben could react, I cast the spells to restrain my tits (better 
than the best sports bra), enhance my strength and speed, and leapt 
across the room, kicking Ben before he could even land.  I then threw 
a fireball at him, blasting his body with energy.  I rushed across 
the room, and proceeded to kick and punch Ben into submission.

After I was finished, and Ben was wheezing for breath, I held my hand 
up, preparing for the blow that would finish him, and asked, "Any 
final words?"

Wheezing, his power fleeing him, he said, "I... can give you... her name."

"Whose name?"

"The woman... who slew your father...  I can give you... her name... 
and address.  Just... let me live."

I slowly put my hand down and placed it on his chest, right between 
his tits.  "There's a maxim in the Sisterhood, Ben."  I leaned in 
close and whispered in his ear, "NEVER deal with an infernalist." 
Then, with images of Wanda dancing through my head, I blasted him. 
Point blank with everything I had left.  The explosion was massive. 
The amazing thing was, he wasn't utterly disintegrated by the blast. 
As I collapsed on my butt next to him, he was even able to mutter 
out, "She'll come for you now."

"Who?" I asked, not really caring.

"The woman who killed your father.  The same woman who awakened my 
infernal might.  She will come for you."

"Why?  You two were in love?" I asked contemptuously.

"No.  Because I was her property.  I was her love slave as you 
should've been for me."

I made a disgusted noise.  "Bring it on, bitch boy."

Ben laughed, then wheezed in pain.  "You will learn.  She... has a... 
sorcerous might... of over 60,000."

I should've been more concerned, but at that point I was too 
depressed over the loss of Wanda, and too exhausted from the battle 
to care.  I told him, "Oh, why don't you just shut up and die."

Ben wheezed one last time and died as the police ran into the 
building.  I was escorted to the jail cell, and that's why I was 
there.  And I couldn't teleport out because I was too exhausted from 
my battle.

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

Daphne placed her hand on Jenny's.  "I'm so sorry.  So Wanda is dead?"

"I assume so."

Daphne gave Jenny a confused look.  "You assume?  You don't know?"

Jenny shook her head.  "The link shut down.  But at her power level, 
with that much energy flowing over it?  How could she still be alive?"

Daphne considered it.  "That doesn't sound right."

"What?"

"Do me a favor, tell me about the bonding ceremony.  In as much 
detail as you can without revealing any secrets of your Sisterhood."

"Why?"

"Just do me that favor."

"I've done a lot just telling you what I have."

"Well, if you were going to wipe my mind anyways, what's the harm in 
revealing a little more."

Jenny sighed.  She then proceeded to go into detail about the bonding 
ceremony.  After she was finished, Daphne said, "Well, it sounds 
right."

"What?"

"Close your eyes."

"Why?"

In the voice that Daphne used to convince juries, she said, "Close 
your eyes!"  Jenny found herself complying almost automatically. 
"Now, go deep into your heart.  Find that spot in your heart that 
belongs only to Wanda.  The spot which is the love of your life."

Jenny did as she was told.  When she got there, she sobbed and said, 
"It's empty.  It's barren."

"Look for something to look through."

"But-"

"Look!  A mirror, a window, anything!  Just look!"

Jenny looked.  More just to try to get out of this than anything 
else.  She was amazed when she found it.  An ornately carved mirror 
just sitting there.  "I found it.  A mirror."

"What color is it?  The glass part itself."

"Silver.  But what's that got to do with it?"

"Good.  Now look in the mirror."

Jenny complied.  "It's...  It's...  Wanda.  But she's laying on a 
bed, looking away from the mirror."

"Bang on the mirror.  Yell to her.  Scream for her.  Do whatever 
it'll take to get her attention."

Jenny obeyed.  She banged on the mirror.  She yelled and screamed 
Wanda's name.  It took a while to get through to her, but eventually 
Wanda turned and saw Jenny.  As soon as she did, she ran to the 
mirror and touched it.  As soon as she did, the mirror dissolved and 
they were together.  At the same time they thought, "I thought you 
were dead!"

They then thought at each other in a rapid-fire jumble, neither one 
sure where one's thoughts began and the other's ended.

"I felt the link go down."  "I was evicted from your mind."  "I 
wanted to crawl up and die."  "I nearly crawled up and died."  "Ben 
is dead."  "The Sisters prevented me."  "He told me about my father's 
killer."  "I haven't stopped crying."

Then together they thought, "Oh, Jenny/Wanda, I missed you!"

Then when they settled down, Wanda asked, "Jenny, who is this Daphne 
person?  How does she know so much about us?"

"I have no idea.  I think her aunt is some kind of sorceress, but 
Daphne denies it."

"Love, you have to find out.  I hate to say it after she brought us 
back together, but she's too much of a security risk to the 
Sisterhood to just go free.  If necessary, she has to be brought 
here.  Do you think you have the sorcerous might to accomplish it?"

"You kidding?  After seeing you again, after touching you soul to 
soul, I think I have the might back to do anything."

"Hun, I just realized something."

"Yeah, I know.  We're well over the expected time limit for when this 
bond goes away.  And since Daphne knew it'd still be active when the 
senior sorceress's were sure it wouldn't be..."

"That means that Daphne knows things that even the Sisterhood doesn't."

Jenny, somewhat unwillingly, let go of Wanda and drifted back to an 
awareness of the physical world.  "Was your reunion with Wanda 
joyous?"

"How did you know she was alive?"

"Because you'd've known if she wasn't.  The link shut down to protect 
Wanda from the energy surge.  Ben wasted his energy uselessly.  But 
your senior Sisters are wrong.  The bonding link, when forged between 
two people who love each other, never goes away."

"Alright, that's it!  How do you know so much about Sorceresses?  Who 
are you?  Why are you so willing to help me?  I need to know-"

"Or you'll drag me off to your council, where they'll question me 
through magical means?"  Jenny's mouth dropped open in obvious 
surprise.  "Don't be so surprised.  I didn't get to be one of the top 
criminal lawyers in the state by being blind to the obvious.  Clearly 
security is very important to the Sisterhood, and I've already 
revealed that I know much more than I ought to."

"But... if you knew you were revealing more than you should, why did 
you say anything at all?  And how DO you know so much to begin with?"

Daphne smiled.  "Come on," she said as she began to rise, "let's take 
a trip to the bathroom."

"But-"

"I'll reveal the answers there, but the proof you'll require to 
believe me shouldn't be revealed even here."

Jenny just shook her head and followed Daphne to the restroom.  Once 
they were inside, Daphne checked under the stalls for people's feet. 
Once she was sure the stalls were empty, she told Jenny, "Lock the 
door."  After Jenny locked the door, Daphne leaned against a sink, 
and said, "You asked me earlier why I decided to help you."

"Uh-huh."

"Well, I sympathize with you.  You see, like you, I was born," Daphne 
gathered her skirt and lifted it, "a boy."

Jenny looked under Daphne's skirt.  She saw, inside Daphne's panties, 
a dick!  "Okay, you're a transsexual, like my sister."

Daphne started unbuttoning her blouse.  "Not exactly."  Daphne 
removed her blouse then took off her bra.  "Check 'em out.  No 
implants."  Jenny tentatively walked over and looked.  "Go ahead and 
feel them.  I don't bite."

Hesitantly Jenny felt Daphne's breasts.  "Okay, no implants.  The 
only way a trannie could have breasts that large naturally is through 
magic.  This only convinces me you know a very powerful sorceress. 
Your aunt?"

As Daphne redressed, she said, "I told you.  My aunt is NOT a sorceress."

"Then how did you get those?"

"An accident actually.  My sister, when she underwent her... well, 
her equivalent to the "awakening", she accidentally gave me these. 
In order for me to go out with them, I needed to look like a girl.  I 
later decided I liked being a girl and made it permanent."

"Spells can't be cast accidentally.  They take active visualization 
and conscious thought.  Besides, even if your story were true, why 
not just change you back immediately?"

Daphne just smiled again.  "What do you know about Witches?"

"Members of the Wiccan persuasion?  Not a lot.  There are more than a 
few in the Sisterhood, but I've never had cause to discuss religion 
with them."

"No.  Not Wiccans.  Witches, a sub-breed of humanity with the power 
to manipulate and twist the weave of reality."

Jenny gave Daphne a strange look.  "It sounds like you're describing 
the Whit-chara.  But they were eliminated as a race at the end of the 
Mage Wars.  They sacrificed themselves entirely in order to provide 
the mystical might to lock the demons away."

Daphne turned and started to wash her hands.  "Not entirely.  Not 
even mostly.  And the ironic thing is,"  Daphne grabbed some towels 
from the dispenser, "they think the same thing about you.  That there 
are no humans with the power to manipulate reality to the degree you 
can any more."

"You're telling me that the Whit-chara still exist?  Impossible. 
We'd've seen some evidence of it by now."

"You don't get it, do you, kid?"

"Hey, I resent that kid remark."

"Then stop thinking like a kid.  Think about it.  1,500 years ago, 
the forces of darkness attempted to enslave humanity.  They were 
stopped, and only just barely, by a unified front of Witches and 
Human sorcerers."

"So?"

"So.  Think about it.  You're a member of the forces of darkness that 
are left over after a sound trouncing.  You find that the two 
factions who opposed you have lost track of each other.  What better 
way to make sure that they never get back together, then to make sure 
each faction always thinks the other doesn't exist!  Particularly if 
you know that you won't be able to manage an overt offense again for 
centuries to come!"

Jenny stopped.  It was devious.  It was insidious.  And... it made 
sense.  "The Whit-chara, Witches, exist?"

Daphne smiled.  "How do you think I got these?" she said waving at her tits.

"And your aunt..."

"And my sister are both Witches."

"Are you a Witch?"

"Nope.  My grandmother was a full blood Witch, but my grandfather was 
full human. There's only a 1 in 10 chance of the offspring of a 
human/Witch mating producing a Witch, and my aunt beat the odds.  And 
there's only something like a 1 in 10,000 chance that the offspring 
of the human offspring of a human/Witch mating will produce a Witch. 
So, my sister really beat the odds."

"So about a 1 in 100 million that you're a Witch?"

"Something like that.  So come on, my aunt's class will be over by 
now.  It's time to reunite the Witches and the White Sisterhood." 
Daphne took a somewhat stunned Jenny by the arm and walked towards 
the door.  Suddenly she stopped dead, grabbing Jenny's arm for 
support.

"Daphne, you okay?"

Daphne just looked up and said, "Crap!"  Jenny was surprised as 
Daphne lurched towards one of the stalls, practically throwing 
herself through the door.

As she slammed the door shut and locked it, Jenny asked, "What's 
wrong?"  Jenny was about to try some magic on the door when she felt 
a magical twisting unlike any she had ever felt before, and it seemed 
to originate on Daphne!  She heard the sound of fabric ripping. 
Something slapped the inside of the stall door where Daphne was. 
After the magic twisting was over, she asked, "Daphne, are you all 
right?"

 From inside the stall she heard Daphne say, "Crap!"

TO BE CONTINUED...
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@micronet.net

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