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This story is part of the continuing adventures of Katie and Jeanette, two
college-age witches. They are now members of the Mu Phi sorority, and use
their powers to help the girls. To fully understand the story, you should read
"The Consequences of Date Rape", archived at fictionmania. I've tried to
make this story stand-alone, but as a sequel, it really helps if you read its
predecessor.
The story of Katie, Jeanette, and the Mu Phi sorority is open, should
someone wish to add to the tales of the girls. Just don't mangle the
characters.
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Date Rape Aftermath
by Elrod W
With the greatest of reluctance, Katie lowered herself from the kiss. She
smiled demurely, while inside she felt an almost electric jolt. "Thank you for
dinner," she said, smiling.
Ron Withers, starting linebacker for the football team, smiled modestly.
"Thank you. You're a lot of fun, Katie. I enjoy going out with you."
Katie grinned. "The feeling is mutual." She started to turn, ever so slowly
and hesitantly, toward the front door, then she saw one of the front curtains
flutter. A mischievous grin flitted across her face, and she turned back to
Ron. In a blazingly fast move, she reached up, wrapped her arms around
Ron's neck, and simultaneously pulled him down as she lifted herself to her
toes, her lips upturned and reaching for his. She kissed him, long, hard,
passionately. After a very long time, she lowered herself again, then smiled
as she opened the front door. As she slipped through the door, she glanced
over his shoulder, smiling at Ron.
It was late, and the inside of the Mu Phi sorority house was dark. But Katie
knew there were a couple of the girls in the living room. She had seen the
curtains move, and knew that they had spied on her. Katie just smiled to
herself as she walked to the staircase. "Evening Nancy, Jane," she said
nonchalantly.
Katie glided into the room she shared with Nancy. And as she expected, her
cousin Jeanette was sitting on her bed, watching her impassively. Katie
decided to ignore Jeanette for the moment, and took off her jewelry.
"Well?" Jeanette finally asked.
"Well what?" Katie asked as she pulled her sweater over her head.
Jeanette frowned. "Well, you know."
Katie turned, her face angelic. "I don't know what you're talking about," she
said innocently.
Jeanette tossed one of Katie's pillows at Katie. "You do too. Did you?"
Katie ducked, then shrugged her shoulders. "None of your business."
Jeanette smiled. "Okay. I'll quit prying. But next time..." she paused.
Nancy interrupted as she came in the room, dressed in her nightie, and
crawled into bed. "Have a good date, Katie?" she asked.
Jeanette turned to Nancy, frowning. "She won't talk. But she must have
had fun. You should have seen how her hair was mussed. And her clothes
were all wrinkled."
Katie spun, her own nightie half on, and frowned at the two. For a few
seconds, she stood, glaring at the two girls. Finally, she nodded her head
almost imperceptibly. "Okay, you two. If I tell you what happened, will you
quit bugging me?" Nancy glanced at Jeanette, then nodded. "We didn't do
it." Katie grinned at the two girls. "Okay? Can I go to bed now?"
Jeanette crawled off Katie's bed and stomped to the door. "Must have been
some serious groping, then," she muttered as she closed the door behind
herself.
Katie silently finished getting ready, then slipped into her bed. But before
she turned out the light, she glanced at Nancy. "Ron asked how you were
doing. I think he wishes he'd done something to stop Chuck."
Nancy looked down. "I know. But he couldn't have stopped him." Nancy
felt a tear roll from one eye at the memories. Weeks ago, Chuck, Nancy,
Katie, and Ron had been on a double date. After dropping off Ron and
Katie, Chuck had raped Nancy. And then, when the administration wouldn't
do anything, Katie and Jeanette had. Using their powers, they changed
Chuck into Charlotte, then made him endure the humiliation and pain of being
a sexual plaything. Thanks to the love demonstrated by her sorority sisters,
Nancy was slowly recovering. But it still hurt.
Katie watched Nancy carefully. "He said that Chuck said he was sorry, and
asked if you were okay."
Nancy's head made a tiny nod, so slight that Katie almost missed it. Then she
turned off the light, and Nancy flopped her head on her pillow.
Katie listened for a moment, to make sure that Nancy wasn't crying again.
"Ron said something strange," she continued. "He said Chuck hasn't been
out on a date for along time. He said he's acting a bit ... weird."
*******************
Katie and Jeanette were chatting as they walked to their next class, not really
watching where they went. So it was no surprise that Katie bumped into
someone. She looked up, more annoyed at herself for being so clumsy. Her
annoyance turned quickly to surprise, then irritation.
Chuck Baker turned quickly, surprised himself at bumping into someone. He
opened his mouth to apologize, then recognized Katie and Jeanette. His jaw
dropped in fear, and he visibly flinched. "I'm sorry I wasn't watching where
I was going," he muttered quickly, looking down to avoid meeting their
gazes.
Katie started to say something, then caught herself. "It was an accident," she
finally said, her voice devoid of any emotion. Jeanette was just glaring at
Chuck, her eyes narrowed in a display of distaste for him.
"I'll be more careful," Chuck muttered as he backed away quickly. "I'm
sorry." He turned and fled.
Jeanette was still glaring after him, then she observed Katie. Katie was deep
in thought, watching after Chuck. Jeanette glanced after him, then back at
Katie. "Something's up, isn't it?" she said cautiously.
Katie nodded. "Something isn't right." She stared for a while, her eyes
having a far-off look. "Did you notice anything strange?"
Jeanette thought for a second. "Now that you mention it, he did seem
strange. Like he was scared of us." She laughed. "Who could blame him?"
Katie shook her head. "No, that's not it." She turned back to her cousin.
"Sure, he was scared. But that wasn't what I was talking about." She bit her
lip, lost in thought as she tried to figure out what was bothering her. Then
the pieces clicked into place. "Ron said he was losing his edge. That he
wasn't playing aggressively anymore."
Jeanette was trying to follow her cousin's train of thought. "Like he's a bit
more humble? Meek?"
Katie shook her head again. "No." Her face went blank, devoid of
expression. "Submissive." Jeanette's eyes widened as she slowly accepted
what Katie was saying. "Did you notice how he was carrying his books?"
Katie asked.
Jeanette's mouth hung open for a second. "Like..."
Katie nodded solemnly. "Uh huh."
***********************
Katie, Jeanette, and Nancy were sitting on the beds in Katie's room, waiting,
when Cindy, the chapter president, came in. "What's the secrecy about?" she
asked quietly. Katie tilted her head toward the door, and Cindy obligingly
shut it. Now she was more confused. "What's going on?"
Katie looked at Jeanette, then at Cindy. "I think we've caused a big
problem," she finally confessed.
Cindy looked at her, then at Jeanette and Nancy in turn. She turned back to
Katie. "Chuck," she said with certainty.
Jeanette and Katie nodded in unison. "He's ... different. Ron says he's lost
his aggressive drive. He lost his starting position. He's about to lose his
scholarship." Katie's voice was very still and somber. Chuck, like most
football players, was on an athletic scholarship.
Cindy frowned. "But..."
Jeanette shook her head. "There's more. The other day we bumped into him
outside the science building. You remember how he used to be? Arrogant?
Stood his ground? Intimidating?" She shook her head slowly, sadly. "He
wasn't any of those things."
Cindy's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, and we taught him a little humility,
remember?"
Nancy spoke up, softly. "I've noticed it, too." She looked out the window
for a moment, still pained at confronting the memories of her rape. "He's not
humble. He's submissive." Cindy's jaw dropped open.
Katie continued. "When we saw him, we noticed something else. How he
was carrying his books." She lifted a notebook and demonstrated. "Against
his chest. With both hands. Like a girl."
Cindy looked at Katie, disbelief etched on her features. "You're saying..."
She couldn't finish the thought, impossible as it sounded.
Jeanette nodded. "And it's our fault. Katie's and mine." She glanced at
Katie, then looked back at Cindy. "Now you see why we don't use our
powers more often?"
Cindy looked at Katie, then Nancy and Jeanette. "So now what do we do?"
she asked with an air of resignation.
Jeanette glanced at Katie, who nodded. "We have to check out a few things.
Since we were all part of this, we wanted to make sure you didn't have any
objections."
Cindy looked at her for a moment, then nodded. "What do you have in
mind?"
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Katie knew that any other girl would have felt extremely uncomfortable in
this part of town. So far, she had used some minor magic several times to
discourage any unwanted 'attention.' A short distance ahead of her, Chuck
glanced around, then ducked into a seedy-looking establishment. Katie bit
her lip - this was what she had feared. She waited a couple of minutes, then
whipped her arms upward, gesturing quickly, and cast a spell.
If anyone had been watching her, they would have seen Katie vanish. But
she didn't really vanish - she just became invisible to mortals. She hastened
her step and followed Chuck into the sex shop. Not knowing precisely
where, she stepped briskly through the lobby and into a dark hallway. Doors
lined both sides of the hall. "Oh, shit," Katie thought to herself. Without
hesitating, she stepped right through a door, then backed out almost as
quickly, her eyes wide. "Oops," she said to herself, then she moved to the
next door. Each time, she had to steel herself before entering the room, each
time she retreated more quickly and more wide-eyed.
At about the tenth door, she stepped through. This time, she stayed in the
room for a few seconds, then backed out, her hands clasped over her mouth
and her eyes wide with surprise. And yet, she had expected this. She walked
through the door once more, for confirmation.
*********************
Jeanette felt a bit guilty for using her magic to make Chuck go out on a date;
he was still confused about why he had asked her out in the first place. But
so far, he had done nothing untoward. In fact, Jeanette had had to pick a
restaurant. As they left the restaurant, Jeanette frowned to herself. He was
being too submissive. She was having to make all the decisions. She tugged
on his arm. "How about we skip the movie," she suggested, pulling herself
closer playfully.
"Okay," Chuck answered quietly. "If that's what you want to do?"
Jeanette was frustrated by this behavior. While she didn't like any macho he-
man I'm-in-charge crap, she did like a guy who could decide for himself
where to go for dinner. "Sure," she said coyly, covering her inner feelings.
They walked to his car and drove out to the local lover's lane. Jeanette
waited for Chuck to make a move. But he didn't. He just sat there,
nervously. Finally, Jeanette practically attacked him. And Chuck was totally
submissive. Whatever Jeanette wanted to do, Chuck let her do.
While Jeanette occupied Chuck, Katie cast her invisibility spell and sneaked
to Chuck's dorm. She was careful to avoid bumping into others, even
though she was invisible. As she stood inside the lounge area, she realized
that she didn't know where Chuck's room was.
One of the men, watching the TV, happened to glance toward Katie. To his
amazement, he saw the phone receiver lift from its cradle, then some of the
buttons were pushed. He stared, then looked down, at the beer in his hand,
then back at the phone receiver hanging in mid-air. After gawking for
another couple of seconds, he shook his head and turned back to the TV,
while he set the half-full beer carefully down.
Katie hung up the phone, then walked over to the elevator. When the doors
opened, she had to scramble to get out of the way; almost a dozen men
poured from the elevator. She pressed herself against a wall to avoid
collisions, then when all the men were past, she raced for the elevator. Too
late. The doors shut just before she got there. Katie frowned, then chided
herself. She was a witch - what did she need an elevator for. She lifted one
arm, and snapped her finger.
And appeared in a dorm room. Dark, crowded, messy. Katie frowned. She
wasn't even sure that this was the right room. Nancy had told her that Chuck
had a single room; Katie didn't have to worry about a roommate. She
wiggled her finger, and the lights overhead came on. She knew she'd have
to work quickly, so she stepped directly to Chuck's dresser. Carefully, so as
not to leave any trace, she opened the drawers one by one and went through
the clothes, clearly searching for something. But after searching the last
drawer, Katie stepped back, frustrated. She glanced around the room, her
eyes narrowed, scanning for anything which seemed out of place. Nothing
caught her eye. Finally, she chanted a brief spell, then scanned the room
again. This time, her gaze stopped on Chuck's desk. She stepped quickly to
the desk, then opened one of the drawers. Knowing where to look, she
pulled out a couple of magazines, and then gasped. Slowly, deliberately, she
retrieved the articles she suspected she would find, but her mouth hung open
at the numbers of items. She thought she'd find one or two - not dozens.
Katie closed her eyes and let her head drop. The problem was far worse than
they thought. After a silent moment, Katie rearranged everything so there
would be no trace of her visit, then waved her arm, snapping her finger, and
vanished from Chuck's room.
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For reasons he couldn't understand, Chuck walked slowly up to the door of
the Mu Phi sorority house. It was almost like his body wasn't obeying his
mind, but had a mind of its own. And when he approached the door, it
opened of its own.
Though it was mid-afternoon, the inside of the house was ominously dark.
Chuck shuddered, but his body continued, into the dark entrance hall. And
the door shut itself behind him.
From dating Nancy, Chuck knew the house. He was walking into the main
room, a combination living room, party room, and social area. But now the
furniture was gone. On either side of the room stood a row of robed figures,
deep blue robes which were nearly invisible in the dim light. And the figures
had drawn the hoods up, concealing their faces. Another shudder went
through Chuck.
And still he stepped forward, not in control of his own body. Stepped
forward until he was at the only furnishing in the room - a raised dias, with
three robed figures. One sat in an enormous chair. The other two stood,
flanking the chair and holding candles. Chuck was now past nervous. Past
scared. Chuck was terrified.
"Kneel," a woman's voice commanded.
Obediently, Chuck knelt at the foot of the dias, looking upward into the
shadowy faces. Fear clutching at his throat, Chuck trembled. "I haven't
done anything," he protested weakly, his voice cracking.
The three figures on the dias threw back the hoods of their robes. "I know,"
Katie said firmly. She stood to the right of an unknown elder woman seated
in the chair. On the left of the older woman was Jeanette.
Chuck was confused. Their faces were not grim, not angry, but sad. "Then
what?" he asked.
The older woman, her face lined and wrinkled, her hair white, leaned
forward in the chair. "You wronged a girl of this house," she said evenly.
"These two took it upon themselves to punish you. To avenge their sister.
True?" Her voice was strong as iron, commanding.
Chuck looked down, flushing with embarrassment. "Yes," he said so softly
that it was barely audible.
The old woman nodded. "So it has always been with us. To rights the
wrongs, to punish those who act against us. But these two acted rashly.
Their youth made them forget to act judiciously." She gestured, and an
image appeared in front of him - an image of himself pushing a measly
freshman out of his way. "This is you?"
Chuck shook his head. "I don't know," he said softly. "I don't remember
that."
The old woman nodded knowingly. "Because there were so many." Chuck
looked up at her, then looked back down in shame, nodding. Another vision
appeared. This one was Chuck backing away from Katie and Jeanette,
mumbling apologies. "This is you?"
Chuck looked up, and saw himself. He nodded mutely.
Another image flashed, and a collective gasp filled the room, not least from
Chuck. Chuck lay in a bed, handcuffed, his naked groin fastened in what
appeared to be a medieval instrument of torture, a very feminine bra around
his chest and stockings on his legs. At the foot of the bed, a leather-clad
woman stood holding a whip, her features concealed by a hood. Chuck
looked down, feeling his face redden.
"And this?" the woman asked sternly.
Chuck looked up as another image formed. Again, the girls in the hall
gasped in surprise. Chuck and Jeanette were intertwined in the back seat of
his car. And as Jeanette slid his pants down, it was revealed that Chuck was
wearing a pair of lacy red panties. Chuck stared, open-mouthed. "How..."
he started to ask, then he let his head drop. He knew how. These women
were witches. He had no secrets from them. Tears of embarrassment welled
up from his eyes. "Yes," he sobbed.
The old woman waved a hand, and she was suddenly clutching some
underwear. Bras, panties, garters, stockings. Lacy, frilly, feminine. "And
this?" she asked, her voice still monotone, untouched by emotion, "this is
yours?"
Chuck felt shame like he never had before. He recognized the clothing - the
women's underwear the old witch held. He stared at it for a second, then
dropped his head again, ashamed to let his face be seen. "Yes," he mumbled.
A chorus of surprised muttering filled the hall.
The old woman raised her hand, and the hall was again silent. She nodded,
grim-faced. "Katie, Jeanette?" The two girls turned to face their elder,
kneeling as they turned. Chuck glanced up nervously, too. "You have
unwisely tampered in the affairs of this mortal. While punishment for his
crime was deserved, the punishment you inflicted was excessive. As your
elder, and as a member of the council, I command you to make amends."
Katie and Jeanette nodded solemnly, then stood and stepped off the dias.
Katie lifted Chuck from his knees. "Do you want to be someone's sissy
slave?" she asked softly. Her voice sounded strangely compassionate, not
mocking or taunting as Chuck had expected. Certainly not the tone that the
question should have begged. The question would have sounded absurd, but
somehow it didn't. With a flourish of her arms, Chuck was clad in a skimpy
French maid outfit; he could feel the corset binding his waist, the silky
panties against his crotch, and the draft on his legs around the too-short skirt.
The outfit excited him, Jeanette saw; his male organ swelled and pushed out,
lifting a visible bulge in the skirt.
Chuck stared at Katie, then dropped his head. "No," he answered softly. A
quick wave, and he was in his normal clothing again.
"You wanted to get aggressive with me last night," Jeanette said knowingly.
"You wanted to force me to do something drastic."
Chuck didn't raise his eyes to her. "Yes," he said softly. "But I couldn't."
Katie eyed him, her face impassive. "You know what we would have done."
Chuck stared at the floor silently, afraid to answer. "Why?"
Chuck looked up at her for a brief second, then dropped his head. "To make
you do it," he mumbled softly.
Katie reached out and gently lifted his chin until he was looking into her eyes.
"Why?" she asked simply.
Chuck looked at her, and felt the tears welling up in his eyes. He dropped
his gaze again. "Because I ..." his voice cracked, "I liked it." Tears were
streaming down his cheeks - tears of shame at having to reveal such a secret.
The old woman nodded slowly. "Chuck Baker," she said in her
commanding voice. He looked up at her obediently. "You have always
wondered. You always felt inferior to your sister. That she had all the
power, because she was 'daddy's girl'." Chuck nodded mutely. "And you
compensated by being aggressive. Being a bully. Demonstrating your
power." Again Chuck nodded. "And all the while, you were jealous of the
power you thought women had. But your punishment should have taught
you that women are not so powerful as you thought."
Chuck nodded silently. "But I was in control," he said softly. "I didn't have
to bully anyone." More tears. "I could be myself - passive, not a bully. My
act - being aggressive, being a he-man - I could drop it." He looked down at
the floor again. "And I liked the feeling of sex," he said very softly, so
quietly that Katie could barely hear. "It felt ... right. Natural. Not like when
I was a guy." He lifted his gaze to Katie. "I liked not being the aggressor."
Katie glanced at Jeanette, then back at Chuck. "You know being a girl isn't
easy, don't you? It won't be the answer to all your problems?"
Chuck bit his lip, then nodded slowly. "I know. But I feel like I'm out of
place in this body. After being Charlotte."
The old woman nodded. "Very well," she said. She waved her hands,
speaking the ancient language of magic, and Chuck vanished. In his place
stood Charlotte. Chuck looked down, saw the cascades of brown hair
swirling around her face. He saw the breasts growing, pushing outward
from his shrinking chest even as his waist narrowed. In disbelief, Chuck
lifted his hands - delicate feminine hands with long fingernails - and cupped
his new boobs. And he grimmaced as he felt his male organs pull into his
body, rearranging themselves into female parts. Everything in the room
seemed to grow; in fact, he knew that he was shrinking, losing the masculine
proportions and height and becoming more feminine. And then the feelings
of change stopped.
The old woman stood. "Katie, Jeanette," she said. The two young witches
looked up at their elder. "Charlotte Baker is to become part of your sorority.
You are to teach her. To instruct her on being a woman. On being happy as
a woman. Do you understand?"
Katie and Jeanette both nodded. "Yes, maam. We understand." With a
flourish of her hands, the old woman vanished.
Cindy was the first to recover. She stepped up beside the dias and took
Charlotte's hand. "Congratulations," she said enthusiastically. "Welcome to
the Mu Phi sorority."
After giving Charlotte a hug, Katie turned to Jeanette. "You know, we've
got a lot of work to do," she said with an air of resignation.
Jeanette frowned, not comprehending. "I don't follow," she said.
Cindy, the sorority president, poked herself into the conversation. "What are
you talking about Katie? Your elder did the right thing."
Jeanette suddenly understood, and exchanged a glance with Katie. "That
'elder' was our grandmother."
Cindy looked at her, bewildered. "So?"
Katie nodded glumly. "So I'm willing to bet Jeanette and I have a lot of
loose ends to tie up."
Jeanette added her nod. "To punish us for being careless, and to make us
think before we act." She sighed, then looked back at Katie. "Come on,
cuz. I bet we've got a couple of tough weeks ahead of us, so we might as
well get started."
FIN
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