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SABRINA SET FREE By Leslie Thompson Sabrina Spellman was lying on her bed. She was supposed to be doing homework, but she was actually fantasizing about her boyfriend Harvey. She held the heavy history book in one hand while her other idly rubbed between her legs. With a deep sigh, she let the book slip to the mattress and began to massage her right breast with her left hand while moving her right more vigorously between her legs. She was startled by a sudden "pop" and a puff of smoke. A merry voice said, "You know, if you make yourself another arm, you can play with both tits at the same time you caress that pretty little pussy." Guilty at being caught, she flipped off the bed, only to stumble into an attractive, dark-haired woman who had appeared beside her. "Who, who are you?" Sabrina stuttered, still flustered. "Why, I'm your dear Auntie, dearie." The woman grinned impishly. She had large blue eyes, jet black hair, a nice figure and was wearing a flamboyant orange, red and yellow tank top, purple miniskirt, black mesh stockings and blue suede high heel shoes. Her coif was teased in a 1960's- era bouffant and her makeup, while skillfully applied, was overdone and garish. "My aunt?" "One of them, anyway. You have dozens, you know." She pushed Sabrina down to a sitting position. "Come down out of your tree, darling. Chill. Or go ahead and have that orgasm you were working on. Either way, you'll relax and we can talk." Sabrina flushed. "I, I wasn't..." The woman laughed. "Of course you were, honey. And I don't blame you. If I had a body like yours... Hmmm, come to think of it, I can." She made a twisting motion with her entire body, as if starting a kinky sixties dance and transformed into a double of Sabrina, except for two differences -- she was still brunette with the bubble-do and she was totally naked. Sabrina stared open-mouthed as her doppleganger began to rub and caress herself all over her body, moaning and groaning with exaggerated pleasure as she did so. Suddenly angry, Sabrina stood up and gave the woman a shove. "Hey, that's my body you're fooling around with. If you want to play, use your own or pick somebody else's." "Okay!" The woman suddenly transformed into a nude duplicate of Sabrina's Aunt Zelda. Sabrina watched, fascinated, as she ran her hands across Zelda's long, lithe thighs and up her slender hips and waist. "Or how about this?" The woman was now Aunt Hilda, her hands full of Hilda's massive breasts, lifting and kneading them, virtually pushing them into Sabrina's face. "Gross!" said Sabrina, dodging away. "Don't got milk?" the woman laughed in Hilda's voice. "Maybe you'd like some meat." Instantly, she was Harvey, Roughly, she shoved Sabrina down onto the bed and hovered over her, forcing her penis, engorged with a massive hard-on, into the young witch's face. Sabrina stared at the huge penis, fascinated. She slowly reached for it, then pulled her hand back in a jerky, uncertain motion. Harvey quickly morphed back into the woman, again fully clothed, this time in a Los Angeles Laker Girl uniform. She stepped back, and considered Sabrina with a wry smile. "I do believe that was the first time you've seen Harvey's Little Harvey. In fact, I think it's the first time you've seen anybody's little guy, no?" Sabrina sat up, trying to keep her dignity, but still breathing hard. "That's none of your business. Why don't you just go away, who ever you are?" "I told you who I am. I'm your aunt, your Aunt Serena." "Wonderful. A pleasure to have met you. Now get out." Sabrina jumped up, flung open the door and pointed. The woman flopped onto the bed. "Oh, now I've hurt your feelings. I'm sorry, chickie, really I am. I just wanted to help you have a little fun, that's all." "Well, thank you, but no thanks. Now if you don't mind, I have homework to do." Again, Sabrina motioned out the door. Serena ignored her. Instead, she picked up the history book and shook it. A half dozen pages fluttered from it onto the bed. She picked them up, sorted them quickly and proffered them to Sabrina. Sabrina looked at them, gawking in amazement. They were notebook pages, neatly written in ballpoint pen in her own handwriting. "Wha--?" she gasped. "It's your homework," said Serena, in an exasperated whine. "It's done. Now--" "I can't take those," said Sabrina. Serena was astonished. "Why in Beelezebub's name not?" "Because it's cheating. I didn't learn anything." "Sure you did," said Serena. She concentrated for a second. "How did Alexander Hamilton die?" "He was killed in a duel with Aaron Burr," said Sabrina without thinking. She realized what she'd said. "That's amazing," she said, grinning despite herself. "I didn't know that an hour ago." Serena waved a hand. "You now know the whole stupid book. When you have assignments due, just shake them loose and turn them in. Tests will be a snap, too." She grinned. "Congratulations, sweetie, you just made the honor roll." The implications hit Sabrina immediately. "Can you do that with any book, with all my classes?" "No," said Serena, rising. She laughed at the crestfallen look on Sabrina's face. "But you can. It's a simple little spell." "Well, I never learned it," pouted Sabrina. Serena looked disgusted. "I'm not surprised, with your training left to those two stick-in-the-muds Zelda and Hilda." Sabrina was immediately defensive of her aunts. "They've been wonderful to me and have helped me a lot." "Undoubtedly. but not as much as they could have." She suddenly brightened. "Look, why don't you let me take over your guardianship for a week or two? Then I can help you really learn to use your powers." Sabrina was puzzled. "Let you take over? I don't think I have any say in it." Serena sighed. "Your education really has been neglected." She stepped forward and took Sabrina's chin in her hand. "You're a witch, cupcake, and nobody can tell you what to do or say except you. If you want me to be your guardian, I am. It's automatic." Sabrina thought about it for a moment. It was tempting, but she didn't want to hurt her aunts' feelings. They had been awfully good to her, and if they hadn't taught her certain things, it must have been for her own good, and-- "Oh, for Satan's sake, kiddo, what a load of crap," shouted Serena. Sabrina started... had Serena read her mind? Of course I did, silly, came an eerie echo of Serena's voice inside her head. Sabrina couldn't help breaking into a smile. "That's cool. Can you teach me that, too?" Serena's lips twisted into a coolly evil smile that Sabrina found first chilling, then oddly thrilling. "I can teach you lots of things. Okay by you?" Sabrina nodded, suddenly excited. "Okay by me." There was a puff of smoke and suddenly the two of them were standing in the hallway of Sabrina's high school. "What happened?" Sabrina asked, confused. She realized she was wearing her favorite pink dress and had books under her arm, Serena, now looking sixteen or so, and wearing a cheerleader uniform, patted her on the shoulder. "Time lapse. I just took care of everything with Hilda and Zelda, then jumped us forward to now, which was tomorrow, yesterday, so the fun can start right away." Sabrina shrugged. "Hey, let's do the time warp again." Serena whirled on her, furious. Lightning flashed outside the building and thunder rumbled overhead. "Never, never quote that stupid song to me again!" she hissed viciously. She looked as if she could kill Sabrina. "Okay, okay, I won't." Sabrina gulped, frightened. Serena grinned, patting Sabrina on the shoulder. "Sorry, chickie. But that movie just shakes my tree. I mean, can I help it if Frankenfurter looks just like me?" Sabrina stifled a laugh. She hadn't thought about it until now, but there was a resemblance... Serena laughed. "Yeah, I know. But I fixed it. I made that goofy, buck-toothed English faggot get too fat to ever fit into a bustier and garter belt again. But I digress. Here we are at dear old Riverdale High or whatever they call this place. Time to get to work." "To work?" Sabrina asked. "One of the best things about being a witch is that high school doesn't have to suck. For us, the old cliche is really true... this is one of the best times of our life." Sabrina shook her head. "I'm not sure what you mean." "What I mean," Serena purred, "Is that you can now do anything you want to do.... and to anyone you want to do it to. You have full permission from your guardian." The possibilities were beginning to occur to Sabrina. She smiled slowly. "Anything?" Serena grinned slyly. "Anything. Why don't we start with something you've wanted to do since the moment you first moved to this quaint little school..." She pointed a long-taloned finger down the hall to where Libby was imperiously pushing her way through the throng, followed by her sycophantic followers. Sabrina, looking a Libby, said, "You mean..." "All the stops are off," said Serena meaningfully. "Have fun!" She vanished in a puff of blood red smoke. Sabrina stood, a faint smile on her face, as Libby walked up to her. "You're in my way, geek," Libby sneered. Sabrina continued to stand, the smile still on her face. "I need to get into my locker," Libby said, more loudly. Sabrina responded by leaning backward against Libby's locker. Libby stared, furious. Her friends looked at each other with open-mouthed astonishment, then grinned in expectation of the bloodletting to come. "I said get out of my way, freak!" Libby grabbed Sabrina by the arm and tried to push her out of the way. Sabrina, with surprising strength, shrugged off Libby's grip. A crowd of students had started to gather around the two of them. "Fuck off, Libby," said Sabrina coolly. Libby's face flushed bright red. She again moved to grab Sabrina, but before she could complete the movement, Sabrina shifted her weight and swung her right arm, loaded with three heavy textbooks. They smashed into Libby's face with stunning force, instantly breaking her cheekbone and badly gashing the inside of her mouth. The students gasped in shock as Libby staggered, gasping in pain, blood gushing from her mouth. Sabrina reached forward and stood her up straight. She turned her around and pushed her into the arms of her friends. They recoiled as blood splattered onto their cheerleader uniforms. "You hurt Libby!" one of them accused Sabrina. Sabrina grinned. "No, she's okay. Look." She pointed her finger and Libby suddenly stood straight up, facing the students. Her injured face instantly healed, the bruises and blood disappearing. Murmurs of astonishment came from the kids. "In fact, she's better than okay. Watch." Sabrina made a casual motion. Libby's face suddenly erupted with a hideous case of acne, hundreds of whiteheads and blackheads appearing over a layer of angry red scar tissue. A pair of thick black glasses appeared on her face, and her teeth suddenly yellowed and became crooked, and fitted with a heavy set of braces. Her long black hair seemed to break off in sections, ending up short, coarse and choppy. The seams of her cheerleader uniform ripped as her body quickly ballooned with masses of fat, The crowd recoiled as they had a quick glimpse of disgustingly huge legs, thighs and arms before Libby was reclothed in a loose yet ill-fitting puke-green dress. Her bare, sickly-white legs revealed varicose veins beneath rolls of fat and her feet slopped over cheap sandals. She slowly turned to Sabrina. When she spoke, her voice had a watery lisp. "Why did you do thith to me?" "Because you are a bitch, and you deserve it. Now get lost -- freak!" "Yeah, get away, freak," one of the cheerleaders echoed. "Freak, freak!" the crowd of students chanted. Amid the laughter of the students, Libby ran away, her fat thighs waddling, tears streaming down her now-hideous face. Sabrina looked at the students. She raised an eyebrow. "So who's next?" she asked sweetly. In seconds, the hallway was empty except Sabrina and her friend Valerie. "So whatta ya think?" asked Sabrina. Valerie shrugged, uncertain what to say. "Honestly? I don't know if I should be happy or horrified. Libby was an awful person, but..." "But you don't think she deserved that?" asked Sabrina. Valerie shrugged. "Like I said, I don't know." "She got what she deserved," said Sabrina flatly. She looked at Valerie appraisingly. "Wouldn't you like to get what you deserve?" Valerie couldn't keep herself from recoiling slightly. Sabrina laughed. "Take it easy, you're my friend. Look, I've been wanting to make a few suggestions, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings. But now..." She motioned and changes began to take place in Valerie. Her drab sweater and slacks vanished, revealing plain white bra and panties. She blushed, trying to cover herself. "Nope," said Sabrina, "None of that. You've got a great little body, Valerie, better than most of the girls in this school. It's time you were proud of it." Valerie shook her head slightly, as if surprised at a new thought that suddenly popped into it. Then, with a confident and knowing smile, she straightened up, breasts upthrust, butt jutting, hips canted. "That's better," said Sabrina. With a motion, she changed the plain underwear into sexy black lace bikini panties and uplift bra, causing Valerie's lovely breasts to lift higher. Then a tight red dress swirled around Valerie's body, molding itself to her shape. The dress seemed to push in, push up and subtly rearrange wherever needed, resulting in a sleek, perfect figure which Valerie now displayed with pride and power. Her long, straight hair shaped into perfect waves, and her clumsily-applied makeup was replaced by just the right combination of designer cosmetics. Sabrina turned a locker into a full- length mirror and Valerie gasped, then purred with delight at her new appearance. A new knowledge shone through her eyes, along with new lusts and new hungers. "Thanks, Sabrina," she said, running her hands across her breasts and hips. She smiled, a sexy, confident smile. "I can do some serious damage with this." "Well, go out and wreck somebody, girl friend," grinned Sabrina. "And if anybody gives you any shit, give me a call." Valerie, hips swinging, sauntered off down the hall. She was passed by Mr. Kraft, who stared at her undulating rear end for a moment before hurrying up to Sabrina. "Sabrina Spellman," he huffed in his officious manner, "I understand that you struck Libby. Is that true?" "Sure is," said Sabrina. "I knocked the crap out of her." Kraft's eyes widened in disbelief. "This is a very serious matter, very serious," he huffed in his fussy, pedantic manner. "I can't understand why a straight-A student like you--" He hesitated for a moment, as if he seemed to be saying things he didn't quite intend and didn't quite know why -- "Would attack a poor, overweight girl like Libby. You know that Libby has problems, and--" "Libby's problem was that when she was a pretty, popular cheerleader, she was a conceited, overbearing spoiled jerk, and I solved it for her by turning her into a fat little loser," said Sabrina. Kraft was taken aback -- he certainly didn't remember Libby as pretty or popular, but.. but he continued uncertainly. "Nonetheless, I feel you owe her an apology." He didn't notice the sudden anger in Sabrina's eyes. "Now, I know how you young ladies feel and the pressures that you are under, but--" "You don't know shit about young ladies and their pressures, Mister Bigshit Fucking Kraft," hissed Sabrina, "But you will... first hand." Suddenly, Kraft was afraid. "Now, young lady, that's no kind of language to use to a principal. I'm afraid I will have to speak to your aunts and--" "Shut up, you dumbass. I've got something to do and I have to concentrate." Sabrina's comment was almost offhand, which frightened Kraft all the more. "Do?" he asked, "What do you have to do?" Sabrina smiled. "Same thing I did for Libby and Valerie... Give you a makeover. Yours will just be a little more radical, that's all." Kraft raised a finger. It was shaking. "Now, wait a minute, young lady--" "No, you wait a minute... Young lady!" Sabrina twirled her finger and watched with pleasure as her commands took hold. Kraft stood frozen. First, his clothes vanished, leaving his dumpy, fishy-white body visible to Sabrina. "Yuck," Sabrina said. "No wonder Aunt Hilda didn't want anything to do with you. But I can work with this. First, looks like you need a little sun." Kraft's skin suddenly turned a golden brown, except for slightly less dark tan lines around his chest and hips. They were bikini tan lines, and looked ridiculously out-of-place on the fat principal's nude body. "That two-toned look from occasionally sunbathing nude," smiled Sabrina. "Just the thing to drive the boys wild." "Let's see," mused Sabrina, walking slowly around the frozen figure. Kraft was still unable to move; only his frightened, panicky eyes followed her. "What do guys like? Long blonde hair, a pretty face, a slim figure, big tits, a nice ass, great legs... But most girls don't have those things, Miss Kraft. They're just average. And so shall you be. Average breasts, Average face, Average figure, Average legs." As she mentioned each item, Kraft's body changed to reflect them. By the time Sabrina had completed her list, Kraft had been transformed into an attractive, but highly Average female teen. Sabrina clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, my! We can't have our dream girl with one of those icky things hanging between her legs!" She made a scissoring motion with her fingers and the vice principal's rather small genitals simply dropped off, leaving a vagina. Another motion, and the girl was clothed in a white sweater and wine- colored skirt, stockings and flats. Her hair was shaped in an out-of-style Farrah cut and her face was made up a little bit too much. "Now, Mister Vice Principal Kraft, let's let you experience what an average teenage girl goes through in this little hellhole." The eyes, now blue and highlighted with too much mascara and eye shadow, pleaded with her. "Something to say?" Okay, you can speak." "Miss Spellman--" Kraft was startled by the sound of his new, high- pitched female voice. "Sabrina, please. You can't--" "Of course I can," she said merrily. "Now listen up. You're Missy Kraft, a sophomore. You're shy, not real bright and really boy crazy. You like to fuck, but you can't ever get the boys you really want and have to settle for the hood types and geeks nobody else wants. Oh, and as a little bonus, every teacher in school will take a dislike to you and treat you like shit. And unless you really, really learn your lesson, at some point during the next, oh, twelve months, you'll forget to take your birth control and really learn what it means to be a woman. And even though you'll act like little Missy Dumbhead Hotpants in every way and live her life, you'll remember exactly who and what you used to be and why you're now a little slut. Enjoy your new life, Missy." Textbooks appeared in her arms and she jerked slightly as her form regained movement. There was a slight hesitation, then she gave Sabrina a smile. "Nice talking with you Sabrina, but I have to go meet Tommy now. He promised he might ask me to the dance next week." As the newborn girl flashed another smile and turned away, Sabrina laughed silently at her haunted eyes. Somewhere inside of them, Mister Kraft was screaming. "Nice work." Sabrina, now more confident in herself and her powers, didn't even flinch as the voice came out of nowhere and a tiny, extremely well-endowed teenage girl appeared next to her. With one glance at the bosomy blonde, Sabrina somehow knew it was Serena, even though she looked nothing like she had before. "How come I cold recognize you so easily now?" she asked. "You're becoming more powerful," answered Serena in a high- pitched, breathy voice. "Using your powers in the way you really want to makes them grow exponentially." At Sabrina's puzzled look, she said, "Witch power is all in the mind. The more engaged your mind is, the more power you have. Zelda and Hilda wanted you to engage the slow, dull way... My way is faster and more fun, because it is fun... You're never more interested or engaged than when you're doing something that is fun, right?" Sabrina nodded. "Yeah. I never thought of it that way." She suddenly had her doubts. "But why would Aunt Zelda and Aunt Hilda teach me any other way?" "Because they're squares, that's why! Forget about them." Wanting to change the subject, Serena put her hands under her huge breasts and jiggled them up and down. "Would you look at these puppies? I tell you, there's nothing like the imagination of a horny teenage boy." Sabrina looked puzzled. "Imagination?" Serena indicated her lush figure. "I'm a fantasy babe, the ideal fuck of an absolutely gorgeous football player type I found in a shower stall a little while ago. You talk about hung...!" She licked her lips. "Wait until he sees me coming at him. I'm straight out of his subconscious, a combination of Jenny McCarthy, his first crush and his mother!" "Sounds like fun," said Sabrina, rather wistfully. Serena slapped her beautiful head with a tiny hand. "By the Cauldron, I forgot. You're a virgin, aren't you?" Sabrina shrugged. "Well, yes... technically." "Believe me, honey, the tip of Harvey's middle finger doesn't count, technical or not." Sabrina blushed, Serena grinned. "I repeat, the stops are off. You can do anything you want to do... Anything," she repeated. Sabrina blushed even more. "But I wanted to... you know, save myself." Serena laughed. "So save yourself. Look, pumpkin, get it through that pretty little head of yours. We're witches, we can do anything. Have your fun, then just... fix yourself up, you know, patch the area up." "That's not what I meant," said Sabrina. "Now who's being technical? I don't want to be with a boy at all until I know he's the right one." Serena shrugged. "So Sabrina Spellman will stay a virgin. But Sabrina Jones doesn't have to." She made her dancing motion and waved a hand at Sabrina. Sabrina quickly morphed into a tall redhead with long supple legs, high, full breasts and huge green eyes. "Now, Sabrina Jones, go and have a little fun with your boyfriend. After all, you're his fantasy girl now." Sabrina was looking at her new self with approval in the locker- mirror. Over her shoulder, she asked, "My boyfriend?" "Harvey, you goofball. I changed you into his fantasy woman. It's simple... You show up, he gets a humongous hard-on, you screw like minks. Got it?" Sabrina pouted. "I don't want to." Serena stared in open-mouthed amazement. "You don't want to? Why?" Sabrina's voice was filled with self-pity and resentment. "I thought I was Harvey's fantasy girl, you know, the real me." Serena laughed. "Believe me honey, when it comes to Harvey's fantasies, you're the number one star. This model comes straight from the subconscious. The tits are yours, at least." "That's nice to know," said Sabrina, "But I want him to want me, but--" "But you don't want to do it with him." Serena finished the thought with a sigh. Sabrina nodded. Serena thought for a second. "How would you like to have sex with Harvey without sacrificing your precious virginity?" Sabrina wasn't sure. "Yes, but I--" "Leave it up to me, chickie. I'll set it up and anytime you want out, just yell 'Stop', okay?" She gyrated wildly. "But--" Sabrina barely began her protest when she found herself transported to a luxurious bedroom. A large canopied bed occupied one corner of the room; two other corners were floor to ceiling glass, overlooking a view of Paris. The Seine and the Eiffel Tower were visible in the distance. Slow, romantic music was playing from somewhere. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace and a bottle of champagne was chilling beside the bed. A breeze swirled in through the window and gently swept away Sabrina's clothes, leaving only a delicate white lace teddy, through which her breasts and pubic bush could plainly be seen. Sabrina's fears suddenly vanished, and she found herself filled with a sense of well-being and peace. Her entire body tingled pleasantly and she had never felt more beautiful. A pair of curtains behind the bed parted and a tall young blonde woman entered. She had a beautiful figure, with long lissome legs and deep, full breasts. Her face, although lovely and perfectly made-up, was somewhat angular and carried a hint of familiarity. As she moved closer with a slow, sinuous walk, Sabrina suddenly realized that she --he! -- was a female version of Harvey. "Like it?" the girl said, his deep melodious voice sending shivers up and down Sabrina's spine. "Your aunt said you would." The female Harvey moved forward to Sabrina's side and took her hand. "Is.. is that really you, Harvey?" "Yup. Really me. Just a little..." The enchanted man swept his hands enticingly across his breasts, down his tiny waist and across his lush hips. "Different, that's all." He smiled and moved very close to Sabrina. The tips of his breasts brushed against Sabrina's, causing an uncontrollable shudder to ripple through the young witch. Muscles between her legs tightened and she became wet. "Don't you think I look pretty?" Harvey asked in a breathy, sexy voice, his face close to Sabrina's. "Uh... yes. Very." Sabrina's voice was shaking. Harvey moved a half step closer, pressing himself against Sabrina. Their breasts crushed softly against each other's and Harvey gently wrapped one arm around Sabrina's waist. The other he let slowly and gently slide down Sabrina's hip and onto her soft mound. "Really? Would you like to kiss me?" Harvey asked, his lips an inch from Sabrina's. Sabrina hesitated a long second, her thoughts racing and confused. Suddenly, she breathed "Yes!" and thrust her lips forward hard against Harvey's. Sabrina closed her eyes and the kiss became so familiar, so right. It was Harvey, yes, but a Harvey with soft skin and full lips that tasted of lipstick and a somehow more knowing, probing tongue. Sabrina's senses whirled, her body responding in a sudden rush, much more than normally with Harvey. When Harvey's gentle caress against her mons suddenly became an insistent probe into her vagina, Sabrina writhed against him, her own hands moving to the large breasts, molding them, caressing them, feeling Harvey's nipples hardening into tips of desire, just as her own were doing. As the kiss deepened and grew more passionate, Sabrina's own hand found Harvey's newborn sex and moved into it. She was hesitant at first, as she had never before touched another girl's sex in passion, but as Harvey responded, she became more sure-handed and aggressive. The kiss suddenly broke, leaving both of them gasping for breath. "Wow," said Harvey. "That felt great! This girl sex stuff isn't bad at all; I tingle all over, especially my tits." He looked at Sabrina, whose face was flushed and eyes glazing over. "Let's go over to the bed. I just thought of a few more things we can do." "Me too," breathed Sabrina. They fell onto the bed. Sabrina pulled the nightgown over Harvey's head, flung it free, then marveled at his splendid, womanly body. Harvey, proving he was still a man at heart, simply reached up, pulled, and ripped Sabrina's teddy from her with one frantic movement. He gasped as her large, firm breasts swayed freely, inches from his face. "My god, your boobs are beautiful! Even better than I thought they'd be!" Sabrina giggled. "So are yours!" They both laughed as they moved into another kiss. Their hands moved over each other's bodies and their long legs entwined tightly. Hours passed as they experimented, mixing bouts of passionate, frantic sex with leisurely exploration and playfulness. Sabrina, with a knowledge she had never had before, but suspected came courtesy of Aunt Serena, conjured up a variety of sex toys and devices, each of which they utilized and enjoyed to the fullest. Sated for a while, they relaxed against the silk pillows of the bed, which, magically, remained cool and crisp, as it had not become mussed or soiled by their love juices or perspiration nor by their frantic lovemaking. "Oh, this is wonderful," breathed Sabrina, idly caressing Harvey's left breast. "It sure is," said Harvey with a grin which made his lovely female features suddenly boyish again. "Who'd ever have thought that the first time we made it, we'd both be chicks?" Sabrina flicked his nipple with a finger. He yelped. "Women," she corrected. "We're both women." He grinned again, rubbing the injured breast with his fingertips. "We sure are." Sabrina turned slightly, leaning on one elbow and resting her head on her hand. "You're taking this awfully calmly," she said. "Calmly? I just about had a heart attack when you ate my--" "I mean being a girl," she corrected with mock indignation. "You're taking being a girl awfully calmly." Harvey settled back against his own pillows, and put his arms behind his head. This made his breasts do things that made Sabrina's groin ache, but she ignored the feeling for a moment and tried to pay attention to the less, but only slightly less, exciting female face of her former boyfriend. "Oh, your aunt fixed that up for me. She knew somehow that I occasionally fantasize about being a girl and even knew how I wanted to look. She said that I'd feel comfortable and would know what to do and how to act, even though I'd remember I'm really a guy." He looked at Sabrina intently. "How come you never told me you're a witch?" She shrugged. "It isn't allowed. At least, it used to not be." She looked at him pleadingly. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?" "Only if you'll do two things," said Harvey, as sternly as his sexy new voice would allow. "What's that?" "One, use your magic to whip us up a big breakfast. I'm hungry!" Sabrina laughed and they were suddenly seated at a round table on the balcony outside the room. They were both wearing silk dressing gowns -- Sabrina's a wine red, Harvey's a flattering green -- and their hair and makeup were perfectly arranged. A warm, soft morning breeze caressed them. A busy Paris street was below, filled with romantic music and calls of lovers. Next to the table was a tray holding covered dishes containing all of Harvey's favorite breakfast foods, piping hot and perfectly prepared. "Perfect," said Harvey, looking most unladylike as he piled scrambled eggs and bacon onto a plate. "And number two?" asked Sabrina. "Oh," mumbled Harvey through a full, but luscious mouth, "You have to fill my pussy with whipped cream and then lick it out." "Oh. Okay." Despite her nonchalant agreement, Sabrina grinned wickedly. Harvey suddenly spit out a mouthful of food and screeched as loudly and as fetchingly as any teenage girl encountering her favorite rock star. He jumped to his feet and pulled open the dressing gown. He gasped breathlessly as he spread his legs, his hand wiping at his vagina, from which slowly dripped thick, foamy whipped cream. He shot Sabrina a dirty look, as he continued to gasp helplessly. "What can I say?" she grinned. "I like my whipped cream really, really cold." She rose and took the still gasping Harvey's hand and pulled him to the floor of the balcony, where her busy tongue soon replaced his gasps of shock with gasps of delight. Half an hour later, they were both again immaculately tidy and were finishing up their meal. "That was great," said Harvey, settling back into his chair. He almost managed to stifle a belch, which fortunately came out as a ladylike hiccup. "It's all great," said Sabrina. Harvey seemed to want to say something, but was hesitant. Sabrina sensed his nervousness and was amused to see he was toying with the collar of his gown in a most feminine fashion. Apparently, being a girl was growing on him. She waited patiently, sipping a delicious cappuchino. "Yeah, this girl-girl stuff is the best, but..." Sabrina suddenly knew what he wanted to say. "Look, Harvey, I love you and this has been fun, but like I told my aunt, I really don't want to--" "I want to," he blurted. "I know," she said patiently, "But--" "No," he interrupted again, "I want to. I want to, you know, as a girl." Suddenly, Sabrina understood, and was unable to hide her shock. "You mean you want to have sex, real sex, as a woman?" Harvey shrugged, embarrassed. "Yeah, sure, why not?" Sabrina stuttered, "Well, I mean, why not, but when, with who?" "With you, silly. Who else?" Sabrina gaped. "But I'm not..." She halted slowly, realizing his meaning. Harvey grinned. He took his breasts in his hands and hefted them. "I'm not really a girl, but I've got these. And this," he gestured toward his groin, "And it feels like it would like to be filled with the thing it was meant to be filled with. Your thing." Sabrina shrugged, saying in an uncertain tone intended to hide her own growing excitement, "If that's what you really want..." "Yes, I do," said Harvey, his eyes shining. "Okay." Sabrina closed her eyes and thought. She'd been a boy before, but that was due to the effects of the "Boy Brew" whipped up by her Aunt Hilda. But she found the knowledge within her to repeat the spell on her own and, hesitating only long enough to ask Harvey to close his eyes, she quickly wove it. Her transformation this time was slower and more affecting than that caused by the "Boy Brew." She felt a moment of panic as her hair began to pull into her head and her lovely breasts begin to shrink. Her hips and belly flattened and her waist expanded slightly. Her legs became slightly longer and more muscular and hair grew on them. Her arms became buff, hair grew under her arms and her chest, now flat, filled out with muscle. She sensed that her face was reshaping into flatter planes, her neck became shorter and the Adam's apple prominent. She sat flatter on the chair as her butt lost fat and her feet became larger and more coarse. As her dressing gown flip- flopped into a masculine smoking jacket, she felt suddenly powerful and slightly aggressive as the suddenly transformation of her clitoris into a large penis and the emergence of a scrotum sent male hormones surging through her body. She knew that this time, she was larger, more handsome and more rugged than her former transformation into a boy. More accurately, this time she had become a man. And what a man she was, she suddenly realized. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Harvey's breasts, barely concealed by the dressing gown, and just thinking about what was down below made her new penis engorge to an alarming size. She tore her gaze away from Harvey's cleavage and looked at his face. Although she had realized that, as a woman, Harvey was beautiful, the knowledge of that beauty suddenly hit her again. "I'm done, you can look now." Sabrina's deep, masculine voice surprised even her and made Harvey start violently. Slowly, Harvey opened his eyes and they grew wide as he stared at his transformed lover. "My, God, you're... you're..." Harvey stopped, unable to put into words the sudden rush of feeling surging through his suddenly all-too-female form. Sabrina, experiencing a similar rush herself, stood up and took Harvey by the hand. As they now shy and blushing young woman slowly trailed the handsome, powerfully-built man to the bed, unable to take his doe- like eyes off of her enormous hard-on, Sabrina laughed, deeply and manfully. "I'm horny," she said, pulling Harvey down on top of her. "And you're the chick who's going to do something about it!" After hours more of lusty and inventive heterosexual lovemaking, Sabrina began to notice a strange phenomenon. She was becoming not only comfortable with her male form, but beginning to actually prefer it to the increasingly vague memories of her female one. The process was also working on Harvey, apparently even more so, as he had long since completely taken on the mannerisms, speech patterns and apparent thought processes of a teenage girl, so much so that when Sabrina pointed it out to him, he was unbothered. "Well, I am a girl, at least for now, and I like it." His lovely face clouded and he looked at Sabrina anxiously. "You like me this way, don't you?" His voice trembled with girlish uncertainty and alarm. "I mean, you can change me if you want to. I can be bigger here--" he touched his chest "- -or different hair or eyes or whatever you want. Really, it's okay!" Sabrina, her male hormones firmly in control, laughed knowingly. "Why are women such wimps?" she thought, almost despising the too-eager- to-please girl that Harvey had become. But Harvey had given her an idea, one which caused an immediate twitch in her magically-renewed and continually ready penis. "A little different might not be bad," she mused. Harvey eagerly nodded, smiling. "Whatever you want, really." Sabrina grinned. "I want Libby." Harvey was confused and crestfallen. "Libby? But she's fat and ugly and--" "Oh, shut up," Sabrina, irritated that Harvey didn't remember the original Libby, waved a hand and he closed his mouth, looking hurt. "Just relax, okay?" she said. "Okay," said Harvey, close to tears. Sabrina concentrated and Harvey's lithe form began to become more compact, shorter and stockier in build. His large, deep breasts began to shrink slightly, but at the same time growing firmer and forming into a conical shape that rode higher on his chest. His hair turned coal black and formed into heavy waves. His long legs became more muscular, widening smoothly into a large, but still shapely and firm butt. Lastly, his classic Female-Harvey features melted into the saucy chipmunk cheeks and freckled face of Libby, as she had looked before Sabrina made her grotesque. "Now," grinned the male Sabrina, once again feeling her large penis engorge, "I'm going to fuck you over, Miss Libby, just like you tried to fuck me over for the last three years." As Harvey struggled to become acquainted with his new form, he was suddenly lifted from the bed and held, legs akimbo. He cried out in sudden fear as the rippling male muscles in Sabrina's arms held him effortlessly. He began to panic, squirming helplessly, scratching and clawing, crying, "No, no!" Sabrina, laughing, thrust herself deeply into Harvey's suddenly-tight and heretofore untouched virginal new Libby- vagina. As the massive organ penetrated, Harvey wailed in pain and terror, and Sabrina allowed herself to experience fully the male triumph of taking by force the one person she most desired and feared. She thrust repeatedly into the new Libby, who found himself responding avidly, screeching his intermingled fear and pleasure with each hump. It took only a few intense thrusts for Sabrina to come, and Harvey came simultaneously, with a long shuddering orgasm that was fueled by fear and lust. Sabrina looked into his face, which was contorted with passion, and sneered. "Bitch," she said, letting the girl fall roughly to the floor. Harvey stared up at her in shock, then began to sniffle as his eyes filled with tears. Sabrina laughed roughly, leaving the dark-haired girl to cry as she magically whipped up a cold beer and drank deeply. Harvey struggled to his feet and, still snuffling, used a napkin to gingerly wipe his vagina. "You hurt me," he said in a soft voice. "That wasn't very nice at all." Sabrina finished off the beer and burped. "Oh, quit your whining. You're lucky once was enough, with the way you look." Harvey's face, red and mottled, the chubby cheeks stained with tears, crumpled into despair. "I look the way you made me," he sobbed. "If you don't like Libby, it's not my fault. I--" "I said shut up!" Sabrina shouted. Harvey ran to the bed and flopped face down into the pillows, crying loudly and miserably. Sabrina sighed deeply, then with an abrupt, irritated flick of her hand, used her magic to jerk Harvey upright. The crying stopped, his face cleared and became once again perfectly made up, and a broad smile suddenly appeared on his apple-red lips. "Feel better now?" asked Sabrina. Harvey blinked brightly. "Of course! Thank you, this feels so good!" "Ecch!" said Sabrina. "Too much Libby. Well, I've had my fun..." With another gesture, she restored Harvey to his former feminine self. The restored girl still stood smiling, awaiting whatever Sabrina thought of next. Sabrina decided that, although sex was fun and she and Harvey would be doing this, and more, again very, very soon, it was time for a different kind of fun. She quickly changed back into herself, dressed in a fashionable sweater, short skirt and sandals. She then moved closer to Harvey, who was still dazzled under the effects of the happy spell. "You were a great girl, Harvey. Really hot, really sexy." Harvey blushed prettily. Her eyes shone as she looked at Sabrina with a mixture of love and lust. "Thank you," she whispered. "But let's make a few changes..." "Not Libby again!" Harvey's fear was palpable, even through the forced smile. "No, not Libby." Her smile reassured the girl, although Sabrina promised herself that she'd have another bout with Libby -- maybe the real one next time. "No, we'll just make you a little more suitable for high school." She pointed a finger and Harvey became slightly younger. His breasts shrank a bit and lifted and his figure slimmed. His face lost the angular planes and became round and soft, completely feminine. He was suddenly wearing a white blouse, black skirt and taupe hose over pretty but functional white underwear. A pair of chocolate-colored Candies with two- inch heels encased his feet. Sabrina removed the remainder of the happy spell, then made one final adjustment. Smiling, she waved vigorously and suddenly they were both standing in front of Sabrina's locker in a hallway at Riverdale high, their arms full of books. A small black purse hung from Harvey's shoulder. Students, apparently not noticing their appearance, milled through the hall. Harvey stood for a moment, looking dazed. He noticed their surroundings, then Sabrina. "Whoa!" he said. "How did I get here? A minute ago, I was watching 'Baywatch' and..." He stopped, looking odd. "What's the matter with my voice?" "Nothing," said Sabrina, smiling innocently. "Sounds fine to me." "I sound..." He stopped, cleared his throat. "I sound... weird... almost like... a girl, or something." He cleared his throat again and as he raised his right hand to feel it, he bumped into his right breast. He looked down, his eyes widening in amazement. He tentatively touched the breast, then poked it harder with his forefinger. With a cry of dismay, he grabbed both breasts with his hands, squeezing them so hard he made Sabrina wince. With a moan of dread anticipation, he lowered a hand to his crotch. He jerked it away and looked down, craning his neck to see past his breasts, as he encountered the strange feel of the skirt. He slowly felt himself, found nothing but a strange shape and sensation, and raised his eyes to Sabrina. She grabbed his arm and pulled him along the hallway. He stumbled along behind in his unfamiliar heels, trying to simultaneously ask questions, call for help and look at different parts of his body. "Come on, Harvey," said Sabrina, laughing. "This is going to be fun!" "Fun?" wailed Harvey. "How can we have fun? I'm a girlllll!" "Hey, look on the bright side," chirped Sabrina. "We're on our way to gym class." Harvey's lovely feminine face went from a grimace of consternation to a broad smile. "Gym class? Cool." He and Sabrina shared a girlish giggle as the disappeared through a pair of double doors labeled GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM. Aunt Serena appeared in he hallway, chuckling merrily. Sabrina's Aunts Hilda and Zelda appeared next to her. "Well, I have to hand it to you, cousin," said Zelda. "Your plan worked." "Of course, chickie. Unlike that dreary 'family secret' crap of yours. But I never fail." Hilda snorted. "Oh, yeah? I seem to recall Cousin Samantha's still married to that mortal." "Temporarily," sniffed Serena. "One of these days..." "Whatever," dismissed Zelda. "Anyway, Sabrina's well on her way to overcoming her moral mortal handicap and becoming a full-fledged witch. And I do appreciate your help, Serena." "So do I," added Hilda. "In fact, dinner's on me." She gestured and three good-looking, husky football players came running into the hallway and skidded to a stop. Another gesture, and the three witches were transformed into hot teenage babes. Taking the arms of the open-mouthed players, they led them along the hall. "What first?" asked Hilda. "Dinner, or...?" "Dinner can wait," said Serena, licking he ear of her player. "I haven't eaten in hours!" The three of them giggled wickedly. As the rounded a corner, Zelda said, "I just love a happy ending, don't you?" (the end)