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As you might I marked the subject on the email as SRU although I did not so mark the story itself. Why, you ask? Well simply, the old man makes no appearance in this story. At best he gets an oblique reference. But I did use a character from a couple of my earlier story posts in the SRU Universe, and intend on using some of the characters here in future SRU stories. Those who wish to publicly archive the following may do so, providing they freely provide the story, without any modification, to any and all who would read it. And, of course, let me know they're archiving it. ---- Bill [email protected] Once Cursed by Bill Hart Part 1 As he was returning home from his walk, Jeremy Chandler continually played back in his mind the peculiar events that had transpired this afternoon. He wondered how and why he had managed to find his way to that odd old gypsy woman's even odder little shop in the old section of town. He couldn't remember ever having laid eyes on it before, but somehow he'd walked directly there as if someone had led him by the hand. It was just like he'd been going somewhere he'd been hundreds of times before, even though he knew he hadn't. But that wasn't the strangest part of what had happened. The old woman had known all about his deep dark hidden secret. He'd never told anyone, not even his girlfriend Sylvia, who wasn't very likely to have understood it anyway. And he'd never mentioned it to anyone in his family either. He worried that if they knew, they'd think him strange or have him locked up somewhere where they thought peculiar person should be. But somehow the old gypsy woman had known all about it. She had actually called out to him by name as he was passing by her weird looking old shop. But almost as strange as the outward appearance of her shop was the oddly shaped and even more oddly painted sign in front of it. "Madame Helga." it had read. "Knows all. Sees all." And in very small, nearly unreadable lettering beneath it, was a small addendum, "Statuary for all occasions." With a toothless grin that made Jeremy nervous, the old gypsy had held out to him an oddly misshapened statue. When he came close enough to take a good look at it, he could tell that the statue was an anatomically correct male from the waist down, while above the waist it was totally female with the same accuracy of anatomy. "It is yours, Jeremy." said the old crone as she continued to hold the statue out to him. "Almost free." she smiled. But then she'd scared him worse then he could ever remember being scared before. She'd grinned toothlessly at him and in a very thick gypsy accent pronounced, "It will grant to you your _most secret_ desire, Jeremy Chandler." "What?" "Remember, I know all, Jeremy. There is nothing that is hidden from me." She held out the weird little icon to him again. "You must hold this by that half which matches your whole, Jeremy. And then your girlfriend Sylvia need only touch of that which is as female as she. Once that is done, your bodies shall be exchanged. She shall be you. And, as is _your_ desire, you shall be she." Was that even possible, thought Jeremy? "But you don't know Sylvia. She would never agree to swap bodies with me." The old lady's smile still unsettled him. "You need not worry about that, Jeremy. Sylvia need not agree to the swap for the magic within this little idol to take effect. That is why I told you she need only touch what is female while you _must_ hold what is male." Once again she held out the weird little statue. Jeremy stared at it, then reached out and grabbed the strange statue from the old gypsy. Without hesitation, he turned and ran as if being chased by the hounds of hell. He didn't believe the old woman would be able to run him down, but was surprised when he never heard her call for help. Even worse, he couldn't believe what he'd just done. He'd stolen from an old woman. But the statue ... he'd had to have it ... and he'd had no money to give her for it ... what else could he have done. He had run until he'd left the old part of town far behind him, but no one had followed him or paid him the slightest attention. He sighed with relief as he slowed to a walk. The statue was his now. And with the old gypsy's instructions, he'd soon swap his form for Sylvia's. But Jeremy might not have been so happy or relieved if he'd stopped to think things over a little more. The old gypsy, whose statue he had stolen, had known both his and Sylvia's names without ever being told. And if by some chance she really wanted that little statue back ... * * * * * When Jeremy arrived home, he couldn't wait to show off his stolen prize to Sylvia. He held it up for her to see. But Sylvia was not impressed. "Where did you get that obscene monstrosity?" she asked with plain and simple disgust. "I bought it from an old gypsy woman in the old section of town." he lied, ashamed of having stolen it and knowing Sylvia wouldn't approve of him stealing something. "It's supposed to have the power to swap the minds of those holding it, each mind into the other's body. You'd be me, and I'd be you." Sylvia stared at him aghast. "Are you out of your mind Jeremy?" "C'mon Sylvia. Please." He grasped the bottom half of the statue and held the top out towards her. "Just touch it, Sylvia. It'll be fun. And we can change back later. You know, we have that party we're supposed to go to tomorrow night. Don't you think it would be a real gas if we went as each other? And it won't hurt nobody." "No, Jeremy." she said adamantly. "It's not right." "But it should be loads of fun." he pleaded. "No, Jeremy." she repeated even more forcefully. "You should throw that hideous thing away. Or better yet, you should burn it. If I were supposed to be a boy with you my girlfriend, then we would have born that way." She put her hands on her hips in disgust. "But I was born a girl and I'm very happy being Sylvia Lorraine Marlowe. I'm more than happy being a girl, Jeremy. And I don't want to exchange bodies with you at all. I like _my_ body just the way it is. _I'm_ a girl and _you're_ a boy, just like it was always intended for us to be." "But we'll learn a lot about each other." pleaded Jeremy. "And at the party we might also learn what some people really think of us." "I said no, Jeremy Chandler. And I meant no." replied Sylvia, who was starting to sound very annoyed. "We've been living together for last six months. I _thought_ I knew everything I needed too know about you. But somehow, you've turned weird on me. What's happened to you, Jeremy?" Sylvia was near tears. "You must know that it would be very deceitful of us to find out what people think under false pretenses. As I told you before, Jeremy, if I were meant to have been a boy, even for the shortest of times, then I would have been born a boy. And nothing you say is ever going to make me change my mind about that." Sylvia turned away from him and stormed quickly out of the room. "Damn it." muttered Jeremy as he heard the door slam behind Sylvia as she left. "I just know she'd have a great time being me for a little while. And I'd certainly have just as good a time being her. Besides, it's not as if we're going to be in each other's bodies for the rest of our lives." Suddenly a wickedly mischievous smile crossed his face as he remembered something the old gypsy had told him. Sylvia didn't need to willingly agree to be switched. All she needed to be was receptive, which required only a simple touch. He looked at the little statue. "I'll wait until after she's fallen asleep tonight, then touch the female part of the statue to her hand while I hold on to the male half. Once its done, then she'll have the all the time she needs to see for herself just how much fun we can have being each other at that party tomorrow night. * * * * * That evening, after the still incensed Sylvia had gone to bed without speaking another word to him, Jeremy silently slipped into their room. Holding the small statue by its lower male half, he gently leaned over her and gently touched the female head of the statue's upper half to Sylvia's hand. As soon as it came into contact with her hand, Jeremy suddenly felt strange, a odd sensation of being disjointed and out of body. And when the feeling passed, he felt something fall onto the bed beside him. _Beside_ him? Opening his eyes - when had he closed them - he found himself sprawled out on their bed as Sylvia had been. Reaching a hand up slowly to his chest, he found instead Sylvia's ample breasts. And as he moved, Sylvia's soft hair flowed down about his shoulders. He was even wearing Sylvia's flimsy nightie. It _had_ worked. He was now in Sylvia's body. But what of Sylvia? As he turned to look for her, he saw his former body staring angrily at him. And in her hand, she held the little statue that had, just as they had, exchanged the genders of its halves. Its lower half was female now, while its upper half had become male. "Even after I told you 'no' several times, you just had to go ahead and do it anyway." said Jeremy's former body. "Didn't you, Jeremy?" "Of course, Sylvia." replied her former body. "But I knew you'd like it if only you'd give it a chance." Jeremy's body rose from their bed and walked over to the mirror. "I can't believe you did this to us." She stared at the male body she now possessed. "Change us back, right now, Jeremy." she demanded. "C'mon Sylvia." he replied in her voice. "Give it a chance for a little bit. We aren't hurting anyone. And no one will ever know." "But I'll know, Jeremy." She began to cry. "I told you before this wasn't right. I don't want to do this even for a little while. I don't want to be a boy." Her sobbing intensified. "I thought you loved me." she wailed. "I want you to change us back now." Jeremy couldn't understand why he was doing this to Sylvia. Even though he loved her, he just couldn't stop now. "Maybe in a little bit." He looked at her sullen face and knew he couldn't bear to hurt her anymore. "Okay, give me the statue and I'll change us back." "And you won't ever bring this up again?" she pleaded. But before he could answer, she suddenly felt dizzy and shook her head, thinking it might help. Looking unsteady on her feet, she clutched at the nearby mirror for support. For several moments, her eyes glazed over. "What's wrong, Sylvia?" asked Jeremy with mounting concern. He started to get up in order to comfort her. "You don't have to get up, Jeremy." she said in a strangely compelling voice. "I'm perfectly alright, Jeremy." she smiled. Jeremy was totally surprised to feel Sylvia's body, as if on command, relax and settle back down onto the bed. But even more surprising was the look he saw in his former body's eyes. Inexplicably, it was a look of lust - total and undisguiseable lust, which shocked Jeremy. He found it impossible to believe that Sylvia, even if she was now in his body, could be lustfully staring at her former body, which he now inhabited. Something couldn't be right. Sylvia had always preferred boys. "I think that there's definitely something wrong here, Sylvia." said Jeremy with renewed concern. He started to rise from the bed once more. "I told you, Jeremy. There _is_ nothing wrong." she told him, her voice even stronger and more compelling now than before. "I told you, you have no need, as yet, to get out of bed. You want to stay in your bed and be comfortable." Again Jeremy felt Sylvia's body relax on command, as it slipped back down into the most comfortable position on the bed it could find. He couldn't believe how contented he suddenly felt. He decided that the bed was so incredibly comfortable that he'd just stay put for awhile. "I think its time for your nap, Jeremy." she told him. And quickly, Sylvia's eyes closed and after a moment Jeremy lay in the soundest of sleeps. Jeremy's former body looked down at the sleeping form that now housed Jeremy's mind. A wide grin spread across _his_ face as _he_ watched the rhythmic rise and fall of the sleeping girl's breasts. "You know, Jeremy. You really should have listened to Sylvia." He continued to stare in appreciation at the sleeping and _very_ female form that he'd once been bound too. "But _I'm_ really glad you didn't." He looked first at himself in the mirror, then back at the sleeping girl's form. "I can think of many things I'd like to do to get better acquainted with you, Jeremy. But first things first. I need to go out and see a little of this existence from _my_ newly restored male perspective." He sighed as he moved quickly towards the door. Once again, he was male. And after so long since the last time ... Part 2 Whoever it was that now had control of Jeremy's body returned several hours later. He had been out carousing all night and much of the following day in an attempt to catch up on all the fun he'd been missing. As he stepped across the threshold into Sylvia and Jeremy's apartment, the sun had just started to sink below the horizon. He would probably have returned earlier, but he'd lost track of the passage of time, which was unlike him and would have never surprised anyone who'd ever known him. He'd had a fascinating time while being able to experience life from the masculine perspective that had been denied him for such a long, long time. He looked in on Sylvia's body and found _her_, he couldn't bear to think of someone as pretty as her as a him, still sleeping peacefully on their bed right where he'd left her. As her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, the new possessor of Jeremy's body looked on with an ever increasing interest. He smiled as he wondered what Jeremy would think of being a young woman now. Would she enjoy being a woman, as much as he would soon enjoy her being a woman? He decided it was time to find out. "It's time to wake up Jeremy, sweetheart." He leaned down and kissed the girl gently on her lips. And Sylvia body's began to stir. For a moment, her body responded as it always had when being kissed by Jeremy, but as Jeremy's mind woke more fully and resumed control of the body he was in, he audibly gasped as he looked up to see that he was kissing and being kissed by himself. It had to be a dream. How else would that be possible, he wondered? And then he remembered meeting that old gypsy woman and stealing her oddly shaped statue she'd said would allow him and Sylvia to exchange bodies. Vaguely he remembered that it must have worked, but, with few exceptions, nearly everything else was a total blank. He was very worried, when he realized that he had virtually no memories of anything that had happened to him from shortly after the swap until being awakened with this kiss from his former body. "What happened?" asked Jeremy in Sylvia's dulcet voice. "What happened was exactly what you wanted to have happen, Jeremy." replied his former body smugly. "We have swapped bodies. You now occupy my former body, just as I now possess your former body. It's really remarkably simple." Jeremy eyed his former body suspiciously. "You can't be Sylvia." he deduced, then told her calmly. "Even if you are in control of my body now, you, whoever you are, don't act or sound anything like the Sylvia I know at all." Jeremy's old body forced a smile back at him. "I'm almost hurt that you no longer recognize me, Jeremy. Although, I guess I should have expected as much. But at the moment you touched the head of that little statue you stole from the old gypsy to my hand, I _was_ Sylvia and all I could really care about then was being the best Sylvia I could be. And then, with a stroke of exceptionally good fortune for me, you and I swapped bodies, Jeremy, just as _you_ planned. Only now that I've taken control of your old _male_ body, the mental bonds and compulsions that long imprisoned me within the feminine frame that you now wear so well are gone. And all that once bound me to the contrite feminine personality you knew as Sylvia Marlowe no longer constrains me. Once more, I am a free _man_. I am free to be me. And for that I want to thank you, Jeremy Chandler." "What are you talking about?" asked Jeremy confused and angry. "What have you done with Sylvia?" "Jeremy, Jeremy." sighed his former body. "You must be a little dense. I just told you. I _was_ Sylvia. In fact, I have been the girl you've known as Sylvia Marlowe from the day I was born until just a few minutes after you invoked the idol to switch our bodies. If you hadn't done that, Jeremy, I would still be the same old Sylvia that you've always known." "That doesn't make any sense." said Jeremy. "Of course, it does. But let me try and explain it to you somewhat more simply." replied whoever it was in possession of his body. "We should have plenty of time for a more complete explanation, before we should start getting ready for that party tonight. I mean, last night you were so looking forward to partying _in_ Sylvia's body. I'm sure you're still just as anxiously awaiting tonight. Aren't you, Jeremy?" Jeremy said nothing, but felt the heat as Sylvia's body reddened. "So listen up, Jeremy." said his former body. "And I'll tell you a sad tale of someone, who, despite knowing the potential pitfalls of dating a witch, got involved, if you know what I mean, with one of them all the same. She was too young and hotheaded. I knew I should have walked away from her then, yet I didn't. But whoever listens to their hindsight until after the facts have revealed it so clearly? But then, I also knew that it was never a sage idea to totally piss off that selfsame young and very vindictive bitch of a witch. "But let's begin at the beginning. My name is Mahtok. And countless lifetimes ago, I was, as I am now again, a sorcerer. I've never been very powerful and I've always sought ways to increase my power. But until the day I found some way to do so, the powers that I had would provide me with most of what I desired. "If you haven't guessed by now, I was male then. Women found me quite pleasing to look at and I, of course, did nothing to dissuade them. I was quite the lady's man in my day. And when a female I found desirous somehow resisted, for some strange reason, my own natural charms and appeal, I'd lend myself a sorcerously helping hand. "Those were the good old days, Jeremy. "But that was before I met Tanilla, the young witch of whom I spoke of earlier. She was absolutely gorgeous - truly the most beautiful female I'd ever seen in my life. But she also possessed more power in her little finger than I had in my entire body. With her power, I knew we'd perfect for each other. And I fell in love with her. Or, at least for me, I fell into whatever passed for it at that moment. "So I confessed my love to her. "And in return, she laughed at me. At first, I'd thought she might still be interested in me when she called me a third-rate sorcerer, since it had been years since my last promotion. "But I soon realized she wasn't interested when she called me inept. As you might well imagine, that infuriated me. Never in my long life had I ever had _that_ problem with women. Someone was obviously undermining me. And I was determined to know which of my unmanly rivals was spreading such despicable gossip and lies about me. "And then she'd topped that off with some really odd remark about me being unworthy of her hand. I wasn't totally certain, I knew what she meant by that remark, since it was neither of her hands that held me so enthralled. "That is where my generally flawless 20-20 hindsight comes into play. Instead of using the spell of eternal love on her, I'd done what I had always done in similar circumstances with difficult girls of the _mortal_ persuasion. I'd cast the spell of passing fancy love on her." Jeremy's eyed rolled back in Sylvia's head. "Don't look at me like that. You weren't there." replied Mahtok defensively. "It was just a small mistake. Have you any idea how long an eternal love spell lasts? It lasts for ... eternity. And that's a long time for someone who wasn't, and still isn't for that matter, much into making long term commitments. Besides, I'd never had any trouble with the passing fancy love spell before. Usually, by the time it wore off, most of the girls I'd cast it on had fallen to my natural charms and were in love with me for real." "I take it something went wrong?" interrupted Jeremy. "If there was ever understatement that could be said, Jeremy, that was it." answered Mahtok. "I'd failed to take into consideration the possibility that Tanilla, descended from powerful witches and just coming into the fullness of her own power, might not succumb to the inevitable by the time my puny little passing fancy spell had run its course. "After several weeks of unending happiness, I returned late one evening to our shared abode and found her angrily tearing things apart with a vengeance I could tell boded me the gravest ill. What was wrong, I wondered stupidly, since most girls that I'd ensorceled the way I had her had inevitably fallen for me for real. "But, you see, there was the rub. Tanilla was not most girls. "As a matter of fact, she was one royally pissed off little witch. And I doubt that you would ever believe that someone so beautiful knew words that would make a drunken sailor blush. I knew I had to get away and let her cool off for awhile, but when I tried to sneak quietly away, I tripped over my own two feet in the attempt and, thus, alerted her to my presence. "She caught me easily enough, since I was no match for her power. And except for allowing me to speak in my defense, I could move no other muscle of my body. But that, at least, gave me a chance. For among my many charms and talents, I possessed a certain glibness. As I calmly spoke to her of us and what she meant to me - things I knew she wanted to hear - I could tell her anger was gradually subsiding. I felt relief pass through my very being, as I now believed I had at least an even chance of escaping this situation without her causing me undue harm. "But then, there was an insistent knocking at our door. She didn't seem at all surprised that someone was at the door so late. And since I, quite inconveniently, couldn't move, Tanilla went to answer the door. "When she returned alone, she was even more furious then she'd been before. I still remember her returning words 'That was the witch doctor.' she told me bluntly. 'I'm with child.' I knew it was mine, since there was no way the spell would have allowed her to become intimate enough to anyone else that might impregnate her. But a child ... that meant a long term committment. 'Is it mine?' I asked her. "She stared at me. If looks could have killed, I would have been dead a hundred times over. I don't think she cared much for my overly cavalier indifference to her condition. But then, a lot of my friends had always tried telling me my mouth would someday get me into a lot of trouble. And that day was _the_ someday. "Stupidly, I opened my mouth and inserted my big foot well past my ankle. 'So you're with child.' I told her with a broad smile. 'What do you want me to do about it. After all Tanilla, giving birth to children _is_ a woman's job.' "But even as the last word had passed my lips, I knew immediately that I was in deep, deep shit. I wanted to apologize, but when I tried, I found it impossible to speak. "With great ease she stripped away my powers, which, as I'm sure I mentioned before, when compared to hers, weren't even strong enough to be considered paltry. As I stood before her unable to move, she stared at me with a malicious smirk across her face. "And then the pain began. "Tanilla was recasting my body, at the time, I didn't know into what. But I felt every part of my anatomy change very slowly and quite painfully. I'd been told Tanilla could be cruel and vindictive. And since I'd caused her pain, she now, in return, was causing me pain I'll never be able to find the words to describe. At that moment, I swore vengeance on her, but with no power I knew that it was nothing more than just an empty hollow threat. "But I didn't realize fully what she had done to me, until she removed the spell that held me frozen in place. She stood before me and stared straight into my eyes. That shouldn't have been possible for I'd always stood at least a foot taller than her. She reached down, picked up one of my hands, and placed it gently on one of my _breasts_. I couldn't believe I had the ample breasts I now felt beneath my hand. When I looked down I felt long hair swish across my back and shoulders. I now had a female form, but it was one that was overly exaggerated and radiated sensuality. "And then Tanilla began to laugh at me. 'You haven't yet checked inside your shorts, Mahtok.' she gloated. 'When you do, you'll find that it's gone.' And then she stared at me again. 'So, my dear, birthing children is a woman's work, is it, Mahtok. But now that you've become a woman, Mahta, it shall be one of your new duties. Housing within you, Mahtok shall observe and always be present, yet be unable to make his presence felt by others or in any way influence your actions. Mahta, or whoever the female who houses your soul at her birth, will never desire power nor want to be anyone other than the she who is she, who houses your spirit.' "It's a very odd feeling to be pushed off into a corner of your own mind, Jeremy. But that was exactly what Tanilla did to me. To everyone else I was now Mahta, one of many of Tanilla's buxom servant wenches. You might think that would have been enough, but she wasn't through with me yet. "It was then she cursed me. I can hear her words as if she spoke them only yesterday. 'No other woman will ever know from you what I have known from you. Through as many incarnations as it might take for you to bear one child for each woman you've deceived as you deceived me, you shall remain female. But, I'll give you an out, you may also be freed from my curse on the day hell itself freezes over.' "In all the time since, I've been praying for one hellish cold snap. I thought that was more likely to happen. "After awhile, even being female wasn't all that bad. But I could never tell anyone what I've just told you. I remembered being my old male self Mahtok, but I was just unable to tell anyone. But only an hour after becoming Mahta to the world, Tanilla gave me away to one of my oldest rivals. When he asked me my name, I could only answer Mahta. All I could tell him about myself was that I loved being Mahta and never wanted to be anyone other than Mahta. Then I pleaded with him to fuck me, something I now wanted more than anything else in the world. And he obliged me - several times. I never saw Tanilla again, although I knew someone like her had to be watching me and laughing at what she'd done to me. "I was so relieved the first time my body died. Giving birth to sixteen children in twelve years tends to wear a body out. At that time, I thought it was mercifully all over with. But then I was reborn with full remembrances of everything that had happened to me. This time I was born female and consequently raised female. And on my sixteenth birthday I was given away in marriage to a filthy swineherd who fucked women like they were sows to one of his favored hogs. I felt most fortunate that I died again giving stillborn birth to our first child. "I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've died and been reincarnated as, and consequently trapped within, some luscious female incarnation that guys always flock to and want to seek out and possess. After a while, you tend to lose track and interest. By the time you've been fucked a couple two or three million times, there's not much new for an observer to do or look forward to. And making matters even worse, in my last two lifetimes, hell actually warmed up a couple of degrees. "You would have thought that I would have had a least one friend who would have missed me in all the time that has passed since then. But obviously, no one ever did. And I'd pretty much given up all hope and resigned myself to my fate of being forever born female and observing as I indulged the urges only which I had no control. "But then you came along, Jeremy. And using that little purloined statue, you swapped bodies with me. And now ... "I'm male again ... at long last." Part 3 Jeremy stared at Mahtok as if unable to fully comprehend what he'd just told him. "But we are going to swap back again?" asked Jeremy. "Aren't we, Mahtok?" Mahtok smiled back at him. "Jeremy. Jeremy. Jeremy." He slowly shook his head. "You really are slow. Weren't you listening closely to the story I just finished telling you? Even someone as slow as you should realize that I don't want to swap my mind back into Sylvia's body. I'm male again now, Jeremy. And I intend on staying a male. I have absolutely no intention of ever becoming trapped within a girl's form again." "But you have to, Mahtok." Jeremy implored of the man who now threatened to commandeer his body as his own while leaving him in Sylvia's body forever. "But you were born Sylvia, Mahtok. You're supposed to be the girl here, not me." he argued. "And it was just supposed to be for a little bit. It wasn't supposed to be forever." "Not that yours were the best laid plans." retorted Mahtok. "But they still managed to go astray just the same. But supposing for the sake of discussion that I might be willing to swap back, which I'm not, how would you propose we accomplish that feat." "We'd have to use the odd-looking little statue again." said Jeremy. "You mean the one you stole from that old gypsy woman." "I didn't steal it ... exactly. I borrowed it." replied Jeremy. "Yeah, that's right. I borrowed it. And I'll take it right back to her once we swap back into our own bodies." "And have you seen this little statue ... you borrowed ... since you used it to swap us?" asked Mahtok. "You had it last." said Jeremy sounding hopeful. "You were holding it the first time I saw Sylvia in control of my body." "Then I guess I must still have it somewhere." replied Mahtok. "I'm a pack rat of sorts and can't ever seem to throw anything away." One by one, he searched through his pockets, before finally, from the last one, extracting the small statue showing its female bottom half, as he clutched it firmly by its male upper half. "Is this the one you mean?" asked Mahtok. "That's it." answered Jeremy. "Just keep holding onto it like you're doing and touch me with its female part, then all will be put right." Mahtok smiled. As he did, the little statue suddenly burst into flames, while Jeremy watched on in stunned silence. In less than a heartbeat, it had been totally consumed and all that remained of it was the ash slowly drifting down to the floor. Jeremy was crushed. "Why?" he managed to ask. "I told you I'd never be trapped in a female's form again." replied Mahtok simply. "And as long as that _thing_ continued to exist, I would be constantly at risk of being ensnared again." But what about me?" whined Jeremy. "I'm not a girl, Mahtok. I'm a boy." Mahtok smiled at her again. "Not from where I'm standing, babe." retorted Mahtok, as he began a leering appraisal first up, then down the girl's body that Jeremy possessed. And almost on instinct alone, Jeremy felt Sylvia's body redden in response to his attentions. "You'll adjust, given time. But in the meantime, allow me to show you what there is to look forward to in starting your new life." Mahtok pointed at the mirror. "Go stand before the mirror, Jeremy." Dejected and depressed, tears filling his eyes, Jeremy obligingly went and stood before the full length mirror. It was no help to his deepening depression to look into the mirror seeking out his reflection only to have Sylvia's image staring back questioningly at him. How could he adjust to this? How could Mahtok even think that he could ever begin to adjust to this? From now on, every time he'd look at himself in the mirror, he would be reminded of what he'd done to Sylvia. "To get the best possible feel of your new situation," said Mahtok, "I believe we should rid yourself of those clothes for the next few minutes." And with that, the nightgown Jeremy had been wearing slowly faded from sight. Mahtok stared at her with evident appreciation of her newly naked form standing before the mirror. "Look at _your_ body, Jeremy." he told her. And Jeremy obediently stared at his new body, feeling himself becoming strangely aroused as he did. He had always loved Sylvia. And now her body was his. What could be wrong with that, he wondered?. A sudden dizziness threatened to overwhelm him, but he rid himself of its effects as he shook his head and cleared away the forming cobwebs. It's not right, that's what was wrong with that, he answered himself. Without Jeremy being aware of how it happened, Mahtok was suddenly standing next to him. "_Your_ body is very sensual, Jeremy. I just know that you adore having this body as _your_ very own." Mahtok gently slid an arm around her shoulder and softly began caressing her breasts. "What are you doing?" asked the mystified Jeremy in Sylvia's dulcet tones. "I am merely caressing _your_ breasts." explained Mahtok. "I have always known that _you_ loved having your breasts and nipples stroked this way." "It feels so nice." whispered Jeremy softly as his breathing deepened and his thoughts muddled under the constant barrage of pleasant, even if unfamiliar, sensations. But his mind rebelled. "This isn't right. Sylvia never wanted me to do anything like this to her. You must stop this at one." he commanded of Mahtok. "Oh, just ignore him." she said sexily. "This feels too good to make you stop." Why did I say that, thought Jeremy, his mind suddenly beginning to fill with odd thoughts about Mahtok that Jeremy felt reasonably certain _he_ shouldn't be thinking. Mahtok began to nuzzle on Jeremy's neck. "What are you doing now?" he asked, his confusion growing as his breathing continued to deepen. His mind felt strangely foggy. And before Mahtok could respond, he felt odd and peculiar, then heard herself say, "Just shut the fuck up and let him do it." "How does this make _you_ feel?" asked Mahtok. "It makes me feel absolutely hot, Mahtok." she answered sounding like a wanton seductress. "I feel so incredibly sexy and so totally feminine." With increasing desire, she stared into Mahtok's eyes. "I want you in me." she told him lustfully. Jeremy's control suddenly snapped back. "Don't you touch me again." he shouted at Mahtok. At that moment, the dizziness and oddness that had almost claimed him was gone. "This isn't right, Mahtok. And you know it, as well as I do." He pulled away from the embrace of the man who held him. "I want you to stop whatever it is you're doing to me." he ordered. "And right now. Or else." Mahtok amusingly smiled. "Or else what?" he snickered. "You know, Jeremy. I think you must be one of the most stubborn young women I've ever met in the vast entirety of my life. And here I thought you were just slow." "I am _not_ a woman." spat Jeremy back at him. "Spare me, Jeremy. I know the rest." He stared at the girl's body and knew he must have her - at least once. "So what did you mean, Jeremy?" he asked. "What?" "When you said 'or else.' What did you mean?" "I could show you." replied Jeremy with a mischievous grin as those thoughts began to return. "Okay, show me." grinned Mahtok. Even though he knew he'd have to live out the remainder of his life in Sylvia's body, Jeremy wasn't certain that he could continue to keep fighting off the strange urges that kept returning. And someday she might actually want to have a sexual relationship with a man. But he was determined that Mahtok, even though he possessed Jeremy's original body, which she thought was kind of cute, would _never_ be that man. He had to stop him. And Jeremy thought she knew how it might be done. Mahtok was trying to force him mentally into a female role and his success seemed imminent. But if she could plant a couple of well-placed kicks into Mahtok's groin, he could make him almost as female as she was now. And Mahtok would never suspect her of being capable of doing something so drastic to his former body. "Well?" asked Mahtok growing impatient. "Are you going to show me. Or not." "Ready or not, Mahtok." said Jeremy. "Here I come." But after one step, Jeremy felt the dizziness return in force. As he tried to fight it off, he walked with an increasingly feminine gait towards Mahtok. "This isn't right, Mahtok." she purred. "So what are you going to do about it?" Jeremy grabbed Mahtok deftly by the collar and shifted his leg into position for the debilitating kick she planned to deliver. Mahtok would never know what hit him, he thought smugly. And when Jeremy lifted him by his collar, Mahtok reacted with the expected complete and total surprise, as _she_ pulled his lips to hers and delivered a kiss of passion more intense than the sum total of his last three feminine incarnations. Jeremy's head swam joyfully in her confusion. _He_ had wanted to hurt Mahtok. And _she_ wouldn't let him. _She_ wanted Mahtok to fuck her. And _he_ was no longer certain he could stop whoever she was becoming. At his expense, she was growing ever stronger. As Mahtok recovered from his surprise, he saw Jeremy holding her head in an obvious battle of wills he didn't believe she could win. With no complaint or objection, he lifted Jeremy's head and stared deeply into her eyes. He sensed both Jeremy and her battling for control. And as he'd expected at first, she was winning. Maybe he could help determine the winner. Meeting little resistance, he pulled her closer. And as held her tight, he began to kiss her. She struggled weakly for a while, but Mahtok knew that Jeremy, already quite vulnerable, could not long sustain a mental counteroffensive on two fronts. And in the end, _his_ struggles were replaced by _her_ passions. Mahtok smiled as he stared deeply into her eyes again. She had won, but he'd known that the outcome had never been in doubt. It had been inevitable, even if Jeremy hadn't decided to fight his will. He would never let another woman emasculate him as Tanilla had done. As for Jeremy herself, she was huddled up and locked within a small corner in the deepest recesses of her mind. Without being prompted, she kissed him again. He felt her breathing intensify as he held her. And he could tell by the increasingly rapid rising and falling of her breasts against him that there would never be doubt of her sensuality and femininity. There was passion behind her every kiss. The deceitful Jeremy was gone, welcomely replaced by she who was the fiercely passionate and, just as obviously, easily aroused woman of his dreams. Mahtok pulled back from the girl he held in his embrace. He smiled as he asked her a question for which he already knew the answer. "Do you know who you are, my dear?" "Of course, I know who I am." she smiled back at him. "Just what kind of a silly goose do you think I am that I wouldn't know who I was?" "Then tell me your name." "Sylvia Lorraine Marlowe." she replied with pride. Mahtok smiled. He'd been Sylvia for so long and the sum total of her personality, which he knew so well, had been even simpler to implant within Jeremy's struggling mind than he'd expected. "How long have you been Sylvia?" Sylvia looked at him perplexed. "That is a very strange question." she replied. "I've always been Sylvia." She thought for a minute. "At least I've always been Sylvia since the day I was born this time. But before that day, I can't guarantee what my name was or even what kind of a girl I was." Mahtok smiled again. Everything was working according to his quickly developed plan. "What would you say, Sylvia, if I told you I could change you into a boy for awhile." Sylvia stared at him aghast with fear showing in her eyes. "I'd say hell no." she exclaimed. "Look at me, I'm a girl." she said, but a sudden inexplicable notion made her want to turn and look in the mirror in search of confirmation of her statement. She smiled, and was quite relieved, when she saw for herself that it was true. "I like being a girl. I like being me, Sylvia Lorraine Marlowe. And I would never ever want to be a boy. You know, if it were meant for me to be a boy, then I would have been born one." "One last question, Sylvia." he said. "What is my name?" "Are you ever full of silly questions today." she giggled in reply. "You are my boyfriend Jeremy Chandler, of course. And just for the record, we've been living together for the last six months. Don't tell me you've forgotten your own name." she chided. "Not at all, Sylvia." he said, not admitting anything to her. "But I should let you start getting ready for the party tonight. We wouldn't want to be late." "We won't be more than fashionably late." replied Sylvia, as she strolled over and parked another kiss on his lips that was delivered with a fervent zeal he was beginning to really like. "I'll come get you after I fix myself up. Then we'll be ready to be on our way." Mahtok smiled as he left Sylvia so she could get ready for the party. He was looking forward to this night on the town, especially if it brought some new action his way. But Mahtok also realized he would have to get used to being called Jeremy from now on. It shouldn't be difficult, but he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. It just wouldn't do to have anyone hear him be called Mahtok. One never knew where or when Tanilla's spies might pop up or who they might appear to be. Mahtok also realized that he'd been most fortunate in dealing with Sylvia. All of Tanilla's old spells and curses had been duplicated on his unsuspecting benefactor. And he was totally free of her curse. But, in the back of his mind, he felt absolutely certain that Tanilla or one of her spies had continued to keep tabs on him throughout his many lifetimes. She probably knew he'd been born into this life as Sylvia. And even with the duplicated spells and curses he'd placed on _his_ new Sylvia, she might not be fooled very long if she decided to examine very deeply the spells comprising the curse. The spells should fool her ... at least for a while, he thought. But it might be far safer for me, if I wasn't Sylvia's boyfriend. What a revolting development and such a terrible shame. I had been looking forward to being with her after the party tonight. "Ah yes, the party." he mumbled. "Without too much problem I should be able to find myself a new girlfriend, tonight. But I really must find a new boyfriend for Sylvia tonight in order to keep Tanilla off my track. I wonder how I go about playing matchmaker." Part 4 When Sylvia strolled out of her room an hour later and announced she was ready to party, Jeremy suddenly began having second thoughts about finding himself a new girlfriend ... at least for a while. Sylvia was one hot babe. And the way she was now dressed - a skin tight leather mini with a matching skimpy halter - advertised, more than adequately, the finely crafted feminine attributes he'd soon be missing. But the circumstances, which plainly dictated his actions, were out of his control. It saddened greatly him to realize he'd have to give her up before they would even consummate their new relationship. If only he might dare stay with her for just one evening of pleasure. He knew, if it were not for the threat Tanilla posed to him, that he more than gladly stayed the night, perhaps even two or three, screwing her brains out. And he knew he would have loved every pleasurable minute of doing it to her, almost as much as she would have loved having it done to her. How could she not enjoy herself, thought Jeremy? At least outwardly. Inwardly, her feelings might be another matter. With the original Jeremy mentally huddled up and tucked away within that small corner in the deepest recesses of her mind, Sylvia might possibly be subjected to momentary disorienting flashbacks of being Jeremy or male for the next several weeks. That is, if only Jeremy could figure out some way of projecting her thoughts coherently to the rest of Sylvia's mind. But that might prove not to be a problem for very long, since, Jeremy's mind, a merely mortal female mind at that, was very fragile. It could snap at almost time. And when it did, she would not only accept herself as who she was, but she would merge with Sylvia's mind, resulting in a single mind embracing the totality of her feminine aspect for as long, most likely forever, as her spirit survived. But Jeremy knew that if he stayed around too long, then the end to Sylvia's mental duality might also mark the end of his continued existence as the male he had now become. Tanilla, who he firmly believed must still be keeping an eye on Sylvia, would always expect her to be a mental duet. And the moment her mind finally went solo, then the shit would most certainly hit the fan as Tanilla, very belatedly, would only then find out he'd escaped her vengeful curse. No matter how much a babe Sylvia was or how much he wanted her, the possibility of having to surrender his newly regained manhood again was a more markedly important factor to his immediate plans than porking any mere mortal girl. It was far better to give her up completely now, then ever risk having to become her again. To Jeremy's chagrin, Sylvia hung all over him at party. And the longer she continued being so close to him, the harder it would be to send her on her way. Since she was all but forbidden to him by circumstance, she cramped his style as he sought out a new girl to replace her. And she was driving him to distraction. Maybe getting rid of her wasn't the worst thing that could happen to him. And then his eyes widened as he spotted his soon-to-be-new girlfriend entering the room all alone. As soon as he saw her, Jeremy knew that Tanya Charles would be the perfect girlfriend for him. She was a statuesque, blue-eyed, blond-haired cheerleader, who turned heads wherever she went. And, even better, a normal mortal female. Tanya would soon be his. How could she not be? And shortly after she'd committed herself forever to him, which shouldn't take _him_ very long at all, he'd have the rest of the party to find a new boyfriend for Sylvia. He turned to Sylvia, who still clung tenaciously to his arm. "Didn't you tell me earlier that you needed to visit the little girls' room for about fifteen minutes." "You're right, Jeremy. I almost forgot all about it." She kissed him quickly. "Thank you so much for reminding me, Jeremy." she said as she hurried off in the direction she assumed the little girls' room to be." As she neared her destination, Jeremy very casually approached Tanya. "Hello Tanya." he said smoothly. "Oh. It's you. What do you want?" she asked with annoyance. What an odd response, thought Jeremy, surprised by her reaction. "Why, you, of course." he said thinking her negative attitude nothing more a simple aberration. Tanya stared at him for moment, then slapped him hard across the face. "I don't know how or even why Sylvia puts up with this kind of crap from you, you fucking asshole. How many times do I have to tell you, Jeremy Chandler, that I'm not interested in you at all and, unless hell freezes over someday, I'll never be interested in you. But since you obviously won't or can't listen to me, I think this time I'll tell Andy all about your trying to make moves on me. Maybe you'll be lucky and he'll only beat the crap out of you. Do you think that might make you understand that I _am_ not interested." "Andy?" questioned Jeremy as he rubbed his painful jaw. "You're just fucking unbelievable, Jeremy." swore Tanya. "Are you just stupid? Or are you trying to tell me you don't remember Andy. My _boyfriend_ Andy Holmes. The Andy Holmes who's the star of the football team. He's a big man, Jeremy. You can't miss him. Is that what you're trying to tell me." "That's okay, Tanya." whimpered Jeremy still thinking of the pain in his jaw. He decided he'd have to rethink his opening moves on her. "We don't have to bother Andy about this." he said contritely, then turned and walked quickly away. "I didn't think so." mumbled Tanya. She's laughing at me, he thought. I'll show her. And then suddenly, Jeremy began to smile. He'd just thought up a new plan and this one, he believed, would be even better than the first. With this he'd be able to kill two birds with just a couple of simple spells. First, he would enspell Sylvia and Andy with a matching set of eternal love spells, which would let them paw each other to their hearts' content. And then on Tanya, after making her suffer a bit, he'd cast his tried and true passing fancy love spell to make her his. "This plan," he mumbled, still rubbing his aching jaw, "should work out just perfectly." A minute or so later, Sylvia returned from the little girls' room. Sliding her arm around him, she asked, "Did you miss me while I was gone, lover?" Without waiting for his reply, she started kissing him. "Of course, I missed you." Jeremy smiled as he spotted Andy come through the door and stride haughtily over to where Tanya stood. He snarled as he watched them kiss in greeting, then decided it was time to set his new plan into motion. "Why don't we go over there and talk with Tanya and Andy?" he mentioned to Sylvia. "Whatever for." snapped Sylvia back at him. "Why should I waste my time talking to a pair of stuck up asshole snobs who think they're better than everybody else." "I just thought it would be a good idea to try and make friends with them." he replied. But you'll soon be having a change in your opinion of Andy, he thought. "But if you don't want to ..." He made a small unnoticeable pass of his hand at Sylvia, who, within moments, began to stare with increasingly noticeable interest in Andy's direction. "Maybe I might have misjudged _him_." sighed Sylvia, then sensually ran her tongue across her upper lip. And all the while, she was unable and unwilling to take her eyes off him. "C'mon Jeremy." She suddenly grabbed his arm and began tugging him along. "Let's go over there and say hello to him ... er, them ... right now." She pulled him along to where Andy and Tanya stood. "Hello, Tanya." she blurted quickly. "Hello, Andy." she sighed breathily, all the time staring deeply into his eyes. "What do you want, Sylvia?" asked Tanya bluntly. And then she noticed that Jeremy was with her. "Oh, it's you again." she added angrily. "Don't you ever learn? And I can't believe you brought Sylvia in on this with you." In her tirade, she hadn't seen Jeremy make a small motion with his hand towards Andy, but she smiled when she added, "Andy, would you take care of _this_ person for me please." "Certainly." replied Andy, who was now as unable to take his eyes off Sylvia as she was to take her eyes off him. "Would you like to dance, Sylvia?" he asked as Tanya looked on aghast. "Why, I'd just love to Andy." cooed Sylvia with a widening grin of conquest as she strolled off dreamily to the dance floor on the arm of _her_ Andy. "That wasn't what I meant, Andy." yelled Tanya after him in surprise. Pointing a finger at Jeremy, she said, "I wanted you to do something about _him_." But Andy was now so thoroughly engrossed with Sylvia, he made no indication of even hearing what she'd said. "Just what the hell do they think they're doing?" she asked in exasperation. "I think they call it dancing, Tanya." grinned Jeremy. "You should try it sometime. You might even like it." "Very funny asshole." she retorted. "You don't suppose," began Jeremy, "that ... just maybe ... the two of them wanted to give _us_ some time alone together. Do you?" Tanya stared daggers and knives and anything sharp she could imagine at Jeremy. "Don't make me gag." She squirmed and pretended to choke, then all of a sudden turned to look for Andy on the dance floor with Sylvia. But they were no where in sight. "Where did they go?" Tanya screamed at Jeremy. "I don't know." he smiled in response. "I've been busily talking to you. I didn't see them go anywhere." "Shit. This can't be happening." mumbled Tanya as she walked over to an old friend of hers standing nearby. "Dan?" she asked. "Did you see where Andy and _that_ girl went?" "Sure did, beautiful." he answered with a big smile. Tanya was taken aback at the tone of his remarks, before she realized that Dan was actually hitting on her. "Andy and his girlfriend decided to take a little walk outside. But from the looks I saw passing back and forth between them, I wouldn't expect to see either of them back here any time real soon." "What?" she exclaimed in total surprise. "That can't be, Dan. I'm his girlfriend." she stated. "That must be wishful thinking on your part, Tanya." replied Dan with a smile that suddenly made Tanya even more uncomfortable. "You and I both know that that cute little fox Sylvia Marlowe has been Andy's one and only for the past three years. They seem very happy together. And, if you'll remember, even your childish attempt at scheming last spring couldn't break them apart. Tanya was stunned. She, not Sylvia, _was_ Andy's girlfriend. Wasn't she? Jeremy smirked as he continued to make Tanya pay for slapping him. "What about Tanya's boyfriend?" he asked Dan. Tanya stared at him in confused anger as Dan answered his question. "She's between boyfriends at moment. It's a situation she's not used to finding herself in. That's probably why she made her furtive play for Andy." Dan smiled at her with _that_ look again. "I've told her time after time I could help her out with her little problem, but she has always rejected me." Dan looked across at Jeremy. "You know, the two of you look mighty good together. Have either of you ever thought about becoming a couple." "No fucking way." swore Tanya. She didn't see the quick little pass of Jeremy's hand as he finally decided she'd suffered enough for her earlier transgressions. "Damn it. I don't know how, but somehow I just know you're behind all this shit that's going on. I want you to stop it." she screamed at him. "If I wanted an asshole like you for a boyfriend, I'd ..." Her head began to swim. "I'd ..." Her thoughts began to muddle. "I'd ..." She stared at him with pent up lust, then pulled him close and kissed him hard on his lips. Jeremy felt the rhythm of her alter, as it increased dramatically while he held her close and they kissed. "Now where were we lover?" she asked with ardent zeal as their lips parted once again. Now that's much better, thought Jeremy, as Tanya passionately kissed him again and again. All is perfect, he thought. But then, ... "It can't be." mumbled Jeremy. And yet, out of the corner of his eye, he had just seen _her_. He looked again and audibly gasped. Shit. It really was _her_. _Tanilla_. Part 5 Jeremy watched with mounting dread as Tanilla moved quickly among the partying crowd stopping briefly and questioning each girl as if she were looking for something ... or _someone_. It couldn't be possible that she had already discovered his escape out from under her curse. Could it? He was glad that Sylvia was now outside somewhere with Andy, for as long as she remained unfound, Tanilla could ask her no questions and he should remain reasonably safe. But, having noted she was currently ignoring anyone male, Jeremy concluded that his own safety was more dependent on her interest not becoming refocused on males in general or him specifically, although he was certain that she would never recognize him physically in _this_ form. But he knew he must flee from this place immediately. Being as unpredictable as she was beautiful, there was no telling when her search would be expanded to include the young men now being ignored. And he was also afraid, if she managed to scan him closely enough mentally, in addition to physically, that the odds of his detection increased dramatically. However, not having had the time to enjoy Sylvia's company and female charms, he wasn't about to leave Tanya behind. "Why don't we get out here?" he asked as he turned hurriedly towards her. A lusty smile of eager anticipation suddenly appeared and quickly spread across Tanya's face. "Whatever you want lover." she purred. "You wanna go to your place? Or do you want to come to mine, sailor?" she asked playfully. "Either." he answered in the same vein. "Wherever you want to go is fine with me." But as they turned to leave, Jeremy, overly intent on paying as much attention as possible to Tanilla's actions, while at the same time trying to avoid drawing hers, crashed into another young woman and knocked her tumbling to the floor. "Shit." mumbled Jeremy. "Well, excuse you, Mahtok." replied the girl as she quickly regained her feet. Jeremy nearly freaked at hearing this girl speak his _real_ name aloud. There was nobody here that should have known _that_ name. And there was absolutely no one anywhere who should have been able to connect him with it. He looked more closely at the girl. He thought he recognized her, but couldn't believe his eyes. "Jedina?" he questioned. "Who else might you be expecting, Mahtok?" "Who is _she_, Jeremy?" inquired Tanya icily as waves of jealousy washed through her. This is a hell of time to run into another old girlfriend, thought Jeremy. Fortunately for him, since Jedina was even more powerful than Tanilla, this old girlfriend posed no direct threat to him. Long before he'd met Tanilla, he and Jedina had had their fling of inflamed passions together and then, after parting in an amicable and civilized manner, they'd gone on about their normal lives, even though he knew she'd been crushed by his departure. "How did you know who I was?" "If _I_ were out looking for _you_, Mahtok, _I_ would know _you_ in any form you possessed, even the lovely Sylvia's, at the _very_ moment that I found you." she replied. "But I doubt that's the answer you're seeking. It's too simple and a little to obvious, even for you." she smiled. "Who do you think it was that set it up for you to be freed from Tanilla's curse? Who do you think it was that allowed the former occupant of _your_ fine new body to steal that little statue, which let him indulge _his_ little fantasy? Although I wish you hadn't destroyed it. But it took a little longer to find you than I thought it would after hearing about your little run-in with Tanilla and her curse on you. "By the way, you did an excellent job with Sylvia's adjustment. And if you aren't already aware of it, I suppose I should tell you that what was left of Jeremy's mind has merged with Sylvia already. You know, I really didn't think you had it in you, Mahtok." "Don't call me that here, Jedina." he snapped at her with fear very evident in his voice. "My name's Jeremy Chandler." he told her. "Tanilla is here. I've seen her. She must have sensed their merger. Or maybe it was just Sylvia's sudden mental singularity." he guessed. "Shit." "And _who_ is this Tanilla person?" asked the green-eyed Tanya. "Is she another from your seemingly large collection of bimbos that you've somehow failed to tell me about? Is this Mahtok person one of them too?" "I really don't need this." grumbled Jeremy as he placed one of his hands across Tanya's forehead. "You have never heard either of the names Tanilla or Mahtok. They are unknown to you and, therefore, unimportant. And once Jedina leaves your sight, you will not remember _her_ or anything that has been said between the two of us. Now, just stand here next to me silently, looking incredibly sexy and beautiful, while we continue our little chat. You don't want to interrupt us again." "You're still afraid of Tanilla." It wasn't a question from Jedina. Instead, it was a bald statement of unequivocable fact. "You would be too, Jedina, if your level of power, instead of being so much greater than hers, were as low as mine is relative to hers." "I suppose there is something to that, Jeremy." she replied. "But what would you say if I told you I could fix that nagging _little_ power problem of yours. In exchange for a few small and very simple unnoticeable alterations in your appearance, I can elevate your level of power beyond that of Tanilla. You would never again have to worry about her finding you or fear her power." Jeremy's eyes widened with surprised expectation at her apparent offer. "You can actually make me more powerful than Tanilla?" he asked. That would be perfect, he thought as his daydreams began suddenly filling with thoughts of all the possible forms of revenge _he_ could exact on that vengeful little bitch. And with him as the wielder of superior power, she would be like putty in his hands. "When can you do this for me, Jedina?" he asked, hooked by the lure of increased power. "And how long will it take?" "It's a very simple spell, Jeremy. I can easily cast it here and now, if you'd like." Jedina smiled, knowing full well that the achieving and keeping of more power had always been Mahtok's Achilles' heel. She'd tossed him the bait, which he'd swallowed even more readily than she'd expected he would. And it was better than likely that he hadn't heard another word she'd told him. "I want her to be with me ..." He wrapped his arm around the silent, yet quite sexy, Tanya's slim waist. "... for a while anyway. Will that cause any problems?" "As you will be the one wielding the new and increased power I shall give you, there should be no problems with your being with whomever you wish to be with whenever you wish to be with them." she assured him. For a moment, Jedina studied Tanya carefully, then decided she would be the perfect model for what she had come here to do. Jeremy couldn't hide his glee at the thought of becoming more powerful than Tanilla. He smiled as he thought about finding her and finally being able to pay her back for all the indignities she'd caused him to endure in silence through countless mortal lifetimes. "Let's do it." he exclaimed. "Right here and now." "If that's what you want, then close your eyes." Jeremy quickly closed his eyes, as Jedina lifted her hands and gently placed one of her palms aside each of his temples. "You should feel your power growing within you." she told him. "And as it continues to grow stronger and stronger within your being, while, at the same time, infusing itself irrevocably within your soul, you will also start feeling those other changes you've agreed to in our bargain as they begin to slowly manifest from deep inside you outwards. As Jedina had told him, Jeremy felt the power begin surging within him. Its continual build up was so utterly intoxicating he felt nothing else. That nearly constant heady feeling that it brought to him took his senses far beyond anything he believed possible. But lost to the complete infatuation of the continuous exhilarating sensations as he was, Jeremy failed to notice as other changes in him, both physical and mental, took place totally unperceived by him. And they were such that had he been able to take notice of them as they swept across his body and through his mind, he might have been disturbed by their sensual familiarity. As his changes completed, Jedina stepped back and smiled in admiration at the final results of her handicraft. How easy, even easier then she'd first imagined, Mahtok had been to manipulate in ord