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Witch's Promise
by Adrienne Shaw
Chapter 1
"Stephen!", my wife hissed.
"What?" I said, turning away from the floor show.
"Don't look now, but that exotic-looking girl is sizing you up" she grinned
"I said don't look!!"
Too late.. I glanced over and saw a very attractive girl smiling at me from
across the room.
"Don't be silly, love, she can see I'm with you" and to emphasize the point
I shuffled up closer to her and put my arm around her.
"She's coming over"
Sure enough, when I turned again she was there smiling at us. "You are
enjoying the show?" she asked in slightly accented English. "I am Greta,
my brother he is the owner of this club"
"Nice to meet you, I am Stephen Philips and this is my wife Susan" with
a slight emphasis on the "wife".
"You are here on vacation?"
"Yes, we are celebrating our second wedding anniversary. We have always
wanted to visit your country, so here we are"
Before long, she was sitting at our table, and we were all chatting like
we had known her for years. When the band started playing, Greta asked
Susan's permission to dance with me. I was a little wary, we'd only
been married two years, and to tell the truth I was very attracted to
Greta, those dark brown, almost black flashing eyes and the mass of
black hair.
But Susan said "Sure, go ahead, I'm not much of a dancer but Stephen is
a dancing fool"
As Greta led me to the small dance floor, I could feel every man's eyes
on me; I thought it was envy at the time.
We quickly found that we worked well together, she seemed to anticipate
my next move, and I hers. She could have been a professional, the dance
climaxed with her spinning faster and faster, black hair swirling, white
teeth flashing at me, ending in my arms as the music finished.
"Wow, that was really something!" said Susan when we went back to the
table. She had ordered drinks for all of us, and I certainly needed mine.
When Greta slipped off to the ladies room, I took the opportunity to make
sure that Susan wasn't getting jealous. "Of course not, darling, I love
you and I trust you, just as I know you feel the same about me. I know
you love to dance, and she is fabulous, enjoy yourself."
And I did, Greta and I danced about half the time, only guilt taking me
back to the table to spend time with Susan.
Finally the band announced the last dance, and of course I took Susan's
hand to lead her to the floor for the obligatory slow number, but she
said " No' I've had too much to drink, dance with Greta again" After a
half-hearted protest, I led Greta to the dance floor.
We seemed to fit so well together, gliding around the floor as if we had
been doing it all our lives. I looked down at her and she was gazing up
into my eyes. "Stephen, do you think I am pretty?" she asked, "You are
a very beautiful woman, Greta" I replied, uncomfortably aware of my
erection pressed between us.
"Would you like to sleep with me, Stephen?"
"No, I love Susan, she is my wife, and she is over there"
"Do not worry about her, she has drunk too much, she will never know.
I will have you tonight" she said, and I felt her hand creep down and
squeeze me.
"Stop that!" I whispered, "somebody will see. And I will not sleep with
you! Let go"
Suddenly she was no longer the kittenish coquette, now she was all cat,
wildcat.
"You will not fuck me????? You will fuck no woman ever again!!!" She
squeezed my balls harder and muttered something in a language I have
never heard before or since. Her black eyes seemed to flash red for an
instant, and then she was gone, storming off across the dance floor and
out into the night, leaving me standing there with an aching groin.
I hobbled back to the table and sat down very carefully. "What did you
say to upset Greta?" asked Susan, slurring her words a little.
"She came on to me, very strong and I told her No. Let's get out of here"
I paid the bill and we went back to the hotel. As we undressed for bed,
Susan looked and said "She certainly did come on strong, you're all
bruised down there" I examined myself, and there were definite finger-
shaped bruises on my private parts.
"Let momma kiss it better?"
"I don't think so, let's get some sleep"
Chapter 2
My sleep was disturbed by strange dreams, images of Greta, snarling at me,
laughing at me, dancing in front of me. I wanted to touch her, but
somehow I couldn't. In some of the dreams, Susan was with me, holding
out her arms, but again I was unable to touch her. Other women, girls
I had almost forgotten, came out of my past to haunt my dreams, all
reaching out to me, but I could never reach back to them.
I awoke the next morning relieved to find that Susan was snuggled up close
to me, her head resting comfortably on my shoulder, her arm possessively
over my chest.
I moved a little, and she opened her eyes "Boy, I had too much to drink
last night"
"Hung over love?"
"Yes, but I know just the thing to fix it" she grinned, "want momma to
kiss those bruises better???"
" I think they're OK, love, feeling no pain anyway"
She licked her lips and moved down, taking the sheet with her, kissing
her way down my chest, my belly.
"STEPHEN!" she screamed
"What's up?"
"They're GONE"
"What? What are gone?"
I looked down at the horrified expression on her face, then I saw what
she was talking about. My cock and balls. Not there. Not only not
there, but replaced with what looked very much like a vagina.
"Stephen, what's happened to you?"
This had to be a dream. "This can't be happening" I lay back on the
pillow and collected my thoughts.
"Susan, this is a dream, it's a weird, crazy dream and I'm going to
wake up now"
"Honey, if this is a dream, then I'm dreaming it too"
"Look, this is a logical impossibility. There is no way that I can be
a woman"
"You're not a woman, you're just the same as you have always been,
everywhere except here"
"It must be an optical illusion, hypnotism, I don't know"
She was up beside me again, holding me. "Honey, it looks very real, let
me just touch it, OK?"
Taking my silence as assent, she moved down again and I felt her finger
gently touch me in a way I had never felt before. I reached down and
grabbed her wrist. "Stop that!! Leave me alone!!" The roughness in
my voice surprised me, I had never talked like that to Susan before.
She was on me in an instant, and slapped my face hard. "Snap out of it
Stephen! Something has happened to you, and until you accept there is a
problem we can't do anything about it"
The slap was so unexpected, I started to cry. She held me in her arms
as I sobbed my heart out for more than an hour.
Eventually, I stopped crying and started to listen to her.
"Stephen, whatever the cause of this, you have to deal with it. Why don't
you start by actually looking at what has happened to you" She helped me
out of bed and led me to the full-length mirror.
I couldn't help it, I looked immediately at where my male genitals should
be, and saw what was there now. A vagina, a pussy. perfectly normal on
a woman, but it was mine.
Susan saw where I was looking and said, gently "Stephen, look at the
whole reflection. You are still the man I married in every way except
that."
She was right. Tearing my eyes away from the nothingness between my
legs, I took inventory. The same face, the same shoulders, the same hairy
chest, the same incipient potbelly the same legs that I saw every morning
in the mirror. Only one thing was different, the one thing that defined
me in my mind, in the minds of others. I began to shake, and Susan sat
me down on the bed.
"I'm a freak, a fucking sideshow freak, I'm not a man any more, and I'm
not a woman, I'm a freak"
"Do you want me to slap you again? You are a man, you are my husband
and I love you!! Here, put on some clothes, then take another look"
She dressed me like a mother dresses a child, I wasn't much help, but at
last she had me in the clothes I had been wearing the night before.
"Now look in the mirror again. That's Stephen Philips, isn't it? Husband
of Susan, successful businessman, hunk and general all-round nice guy.
GUY!"
I had to admit that nobody would see any difference, "But I don't want
to leave the room today, I need to figure this out, how it happened ,
what to do"
"OK, I guess I can live with that, but you should really see a doctor,
you know"
"For one thing, do you really believe this is going to be fixed by any
doctor? Do you think a medical professional is even going to believe
this? This is beyond medicine, it's like witchcraft"
"Do you suppose Greta is some kind of witch? Did she say anything before
she left in such a hurry?"
I cast my mind back "Something about if I didn't want her I would have no
woman. And then she squeezed my balls really hard and said something I
didn't catch, not in English. . . and something with her eyes, they seemed
to go red for a second. But that's ridiculous, there are no witches"
"Well, until now I would have agreed with you, but everything seems to
point to something supernatural"
We spent the rest of the day talking, crying together, cuddling, trying
to work out where to go from here I kept my pants on, somehow I felt
better hiding the evidence of what had happened.
Inevitably, I had to use the washroom, Susan made a point of reminding
me to wipe myself afterwards. I took as thick a wad of paper as I could,
I couldn't bear to touch myself. Later , I had a shower, but again,
avoided the area between my legs.
When we went to bed that night, I wore my boxers for the first time in years.
Susan didn't comment, just kissed me on the cheek and closed her eyes. I lay
awake for a while, long enough to hear her crying in her sleep.
Chapter 3
My sleep that night was dreamless, and I was feeling good until I
remembered the discovery of the day before. I lay there trying to sense
my cock and balls without exploring with my hand, but at last had to
check the front of my boxers. No reassuring bulge.
Susan awoke and looked at me with concern in her eyes "Feeling OK hon?"
"As OK as can be expected, I suppose"
"Are you ready to try to get this sorted out?"
"How?"
"We have to find Greta, get her to change you back. Let's go to the
club, and see if she's there"
There were a couple of false starts. First I felt too vulnerable,
somehow, knowing what was between my legs, so Susan suggested two
pairs of shorts under my pants. Then I felt self-conscious about the lack of
a normal bulge, so she rolled up a sock and I put it in place. "Are you
ready now, Elvis?" she smiled, and I had to laugh, the bulge was probably
a little exaggerated.
Finally we left the hotel. Nobody stared, nobody laughed, nobody pointed
at me, and I began to feel more confident
We walked the few blocks to the club. The restaurant section was open
for lunch, we sat at a table and ordered coffee and sandwiches. Susan
recognized a waiter from our previous visit and called him over.
"We're looking for the lady who was here with us two nights ago, Greta "
At the mention of her name, the waiter paled and crossed himself "She is
dangerous, that one, she is the daughter of Satan, a witch! You do not
want to see her." And he scuttled off to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, a well-dressed man came to our table. "Good
afternoon, Sir and Madam, my name is Rafael Sonescu, I am the owner of
this establishment. You were asking about my sister. I must advise you
that it would be better not to have dealings with her"
"But we MUST see her" I said,
He looked at me strangely, his eyes seemed to bore into my very soul.
"I see it is too late to warn you, Sir. I am very sorry that this thing
should happen to you, but please understand that she will never reverse
what she has done "
He knew. He knew what I was hiding in my pants. Suddenly I felt naked,
vulnerable. Susan sensed my fear and held my hand tight.
"The only thing I can suggest to you " he continued, "is to contact this
woman" he took out his pen and wrote an address on a napkin. "Maybe she
can help, maybe she cannot"
He stood "If she cannot help you, you must console yourself that you still
have your life. My sister has done much worse than this to people who
displease her"
Chapter 4
We went immediately to the address on the napkin. It was a ramshackle
house in a seedy-looking street just a few blocks from the hotel. Over
the door was a sign with faded symbols, I recognized a pentagram, but
none of the others. As I raised my hand to knock on the door, it opened.
A short, motherly lady motioned us in.
"I am Zorah" she said, "and you are Stephen and Susan"
"How did. . . ?"
"I have the vision' she tapped the middle of her forehead, "I know many
things"
She showed us into a dingy, ill-lit room and we sat on an old leather sofa
as she eased herself into a well-worn chair opposite.
"So you have met my niece, Greta." It was a statement. "I must tell you
some things about her. My family has had unusual powers for centuries.
At least one woman in every generation is . . .different. My power is
that of seeing, sometimes healing, but Greta has power of a very different
nature. She could be a great healer, for she has the power to change
physical reality, but she does not choose to do this." An expression of
sadness came over the old lady's face. "When she is angry, she lashes
out with her power at whoever crosses her. You are not the first man
she has treated in this way. Let me examine you"
"Um, I don't know if I want ..." but it wasn't a physical examination.
She closed her eyes and a vein in her temple started to pulse visibly.
"You are still a man outwardly, but she has made a woman of you inside"
"You mean he has all the internal organs of a woman?" Susan asked.
"Yes, and more, in your terms, he is now genetically female"
Genetically female?
"Is there anything you can do? You say you are a healer, can you heal
Stephen, make him whole?"
"I will try."
A feeling of lassitude came over me, I almost drifted into sleep as a
warmth engulfed me. I sensed a tingling through my whole body, growing,
growing stronger. The feeling peaked and slowly died away.
"I am sorry, I cannot overcome her power. She is watching, even now.
If I try harder, she will make the change complete. This has happened
before."
"You mean she would make me totally female?"
"Yes" she paused, "if you wish, I can do that"
"NO"
"Stephen, let's go, Madame Zorah has tried her best"
"I don't WANT to be a woman, I want to be me again!!" I was shouting
now.
"Take care of him, Susan, show him the love you have in your heart"
Eventually I calmed down enough to apologize for my outburst, and we went
back to the hotel.
Chapter 5
Looking back, I behaved like an asshole for the last two days of our
vacation, I wouldn't let Susan touch me, I even slept on the couch in our
room. The sound of her crying at night just made me even worse. What the
hell was she crying about, I was the one who'd been cursed.
Things came to a head three days after we got back home. That morning I
was slouching around in jeans and a T-shirt when she came and sat next to
me.
"Stephen, I don't quite know how to say this, but have you been washing
yourself properly?"
"What the hell do you mean?"
"I'm talking about feminine hygiene, and I guess you know nothing about
it because quite frankly, you smell"
"Feminine hygiene? Don't I have enough to deal with without smartass
comments like that?"
She shouted back at me "You can get sick if you don't keep yourself
clean. You either learn do it or get the fuck out of this house!! I
will teach you, help you, but by God you have to work with me"
I had never seen her like this before. I suddenly realized how much I
needed her. "Look, I guess I may smell a bit gamy, I just find it hard
to well, touch myself there"
"Stephen, darling, I know this must be terribly hard for you, but you
must learn to take care of yourself. You've been so distant the last
few days; I love you and I want to be with you, but really " she smiled
" you're not nice to be near!"
"OK, OK, what do I have to do? Tell me and I'll do it. These things
should come with a manual"
"It's better if I show you. Let's shower together like we always used to."
"I don't know, I'm not really comfortable seeing it myself, let alone you"
"Come ON!"
She set the shower going and got under the spray "Come on in, the water's
lovely"
Reluctantly I undressed and joined her.
" Now, watch me and copy what I do" and she proceeded to wash her
vagina, carefully soaping and parting the folds of her labia.
Gingerly, I followed suit. The first touch of my fingers was a huge
hurdle, but soon the desire to be clean and please the woman I loved
overcame my fear.
In truth, I began to enjoy the feel of the soap sliding around in
unfamiliar places. Susan, observant as always, missed nothing.
"Honey, it's OK for it to feel good" she said "I've been doing it all
my life and I still love it "
Suddenly ashamed, I quickly rinsed off and got out of the shower.
I threw myself on the bed and wept my frustration, shame and anguish.
She was with me in an instant, this time I didn't push her away, I
settled my head into her shoulder and cried.
Slowly, my sobs died away and we lay there for what seemed like hours,
holding each other.
"Stephen.. , Steve..?"
"mmmm?"
"Feeling better?"
"I suppose so.. I guess I smell better, huh?'
"Yes, much!" she grinned. "Look, I don't want to start it all up again,
but what happened in the shower there was perfectly natural"
"For a woman, yes, but excuse me if I'm a little shaken up by it OK?"
" I know, but to me you are still the man I married, and I still love you"
Any further comment from me was muffled by her lips on mine.
Chapter 6
It had been so long; we devoured each other, our kisses and caresses
erased the cares and woes of the last week. I licked and nibbled my way
down her neck to her beautiful breasts, my lips coming to rest on her
left nipple as her hands roamed up and down my back in soft, sensuous
strokes.
She moaned as I gently circled her breast with my flicking tongue,
punctuating the way with tight kisses. Unable to resist her pleasure,
I worked my way down her flat belly and found her clitoris. As I
alternately rubbed and sucked in the way I knew would drive her mad,
I unthinkingly moved to position my body for the familiar 69.
I was shocked by a totally new sensation between my legs. Instead of
feeling her hands and lips enveloping my cock, I felt them somewhere
totally different, totally alien.
"What the hell are you doing? Stop it!" I tried to get away, off the
bed, away from this, this perversion, but her arms were tightly around
my legs, and I couldn't break away without hurting her.
I continued to struggle, but with less and less determination as her
tongue began to twirl and tickle inside me. The new sensations, while
still alien and disturbing, were distinctly pleasurable, and I began to
feel the way I had in the shower.
Now almost totally relaxed, I became absorbed in what was happening, and
then tried to mimic what she was doing. We were making love in unison,
in a way I could never have imagined, and as I felt her responses
quickening, I could feel them in myself.
The slow build-up was intriguing and exciting, I felt a warmth building
deep in my stomach, just above my groin, tingling waves of pleasure,
ever stronger, ever stranger. I heard someone moaning, and realized it
was me; suddenly I was awash with a feeling I can only compare to the
only time I ever tried cocaine, a total explosion of pleasure, my whole
body shuddering and shaking with the force of it.
Susan too was in the throes of orgasm, clutching me as I was clutching
her, I could feel her cries, her body stiffening then relaxing with mine
as the climax subsided.
"Dear God.. Is it always like that?" I said as we lay in each other's
arms afterwards.
"Now you know why I love you to do that" she smiled, "you're a cunning
linguist darling"
"You're no slouch yourself.. um, did you ever.. before, with another.. ?"
"No, never! I just did what makes me feel good. And the best thing is,
we can do it again, and again.."
"And again, and again!"
And we did. I suppose we finally went to sleep about 10 hours later, only
to wake in the middle of the night for another session.
For the next two days we frolicked like newly-weds, well _almost_
like newly-weds, trying every position we could think of. Looking back,
we were like kids with a new toy.
-to be continued
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