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This is a story I wrote a while ago (3rd story I ever wrote actually). Truth is I never intended to even write a sequel to this story, but it has turned out to be a story that started a series of stories that I have collectively titled "WITCH CHRONICLES". Here is the series and the titles they were originally published under: WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1 WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2 WITCH CHRONICLES 006 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3 ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- A TG WITCH'S TALE Good day. I'm not exactly sure why I'm writing this. Maybe it's confession, maybe it's just a way for me to get my thoughts on paper before I try to fix the problem. I don't know. To start with, a little information about me. I'm a Witch. Not a member of the Wiccan religion, but a real live, bonafied, card-carrying, spell-casting Witch (ok, the reason I'm card-carrying is that I like to cast a spell that produces a card that says WITCH in nice Old English style print. It's a neat party trick, but really a frivolous use of my abilities). I am the offspring of a female Witch and a human male (please, no "Bewitched" jokes). Before we go any further, let me disabuse any readers of some of the common myths about Witches. As a rule, we don't have cloven hooves, third nipples, use black cats, stand over weird cauldrons mixing bubbling brews, or many of the other commonly held misconceptions about Witches. Where do these ideas come from? Two things, the Transformation and the Crutch. What, you may ask, are these two things? I'll start by explaining the Crutch. Every Witch (and the male counterpart, Warlock) uses a casting aid, something to focus the mind, so as to allow a spell to go off. The Crutch is always something hard for the Witch to do, but not impossible. A Witch who is lousy at cooking might be required to concoct a nice food while casting a spell (hence the cauldron bit), a Witch with a mild allergy to cats might have to stroke and pet a cat in order to use her magic. My crutch? I have to rhyme my spells. And believe me, it's not as easy as you might think. Now onto the Transformation. During the birthday of the year following any multiple of six (7, 13, 19, etc.) the Witch gains their powers and undergoes a physical transformation and picks up an unusual physical trait (a third nipple, a tail, cloven hooves, etc). Although not a hard and fast rule, the older the change, the more powerful the Witch, and the more radical the transformation. As for when the Transformation occurs, about 10% occur at age 7, 55% at age 13, 25% at age 19, 9.5% at age 25, and less than 1/2% occur during later years. My own occurred at the age of 31. And believe me, looking back at it, the extra power wasn't worth it. I'd've much rather it occurred at an earlier age or not at all. "Not at all?" you ask. "How is that possible? Aren't you a Witch?" Yes, but I'm also the offspring of a human/Witch mating (not as uncommon as you might think) and only about one in ten of us ever become Witches. My own sister is... was a normal human. And when I got past my 25th birthday without a Transformation, I figured I was as normal as she. What was my Transformation? Let me put it this way, I'm a Witch, not a Warlock, but when I was born I was given the name, Alexander. That's right, I became a woman. A she-male actually. I still have my penis. I suppose I shouldn't complain. The two others I know of who Transformed after their 30th birthday (one at 31, one at 37) suffered much worse. One became a centaur, the other's arms became 8 foot octopus tentacles. But both of them were descended from a Witch/Warlock mating and were prepared for the eventuality of a late-life Transformation. Me, I was in bed with my fiance when I woke up with my new body. And it took quite a bit of explaining when she woke with her arms wrapped around me. Needless to say, she's no longer my fiance. Oh, we're still good friends, but the Transformation was more than an appearance change. I have the normal sexual desires of a 31 year old woman. (Oh, not that I just went through my Transformation; I've been a Witch for almost fifteen years now, but I've cast spells to keep my body from aging. By the way, that's where the myth of Witches being immortal comes from. Most Witches don't live past 90-100 years, but don't look any older than they did when in their twenties or thirties.) And believe me, losing all sexual interest in your partner does tend to put a crimp in a relationship. I also lost my job. I was a teacher at a high school, and I don't think they would've understood my sudden change in appearance. Oh, I suppose I could've cast a spell to make everyone think I had always been a woman, but tampering with minds has three problems; one, it's very tricky, particularly when done en masse as I would've had to do; two, it tends to fail at the most inopportune times; and three, it's just plain wrong. Besides, I didn't just become a woman, I became a living sexual fantasy. I'm 6' tall (and this after loosing 6" in the Transformation) and my measurements are 40EE (that's right, I have a double E cup size)-24-36, and I've got a face that would make a super-model jealous. And when you look like that you do not want to have to deal with classes filled with hormone infested teenage boys. So I call them up with a story about a family emergency, tender my resignation, and move. Now as to my problem. Seven years ago, my little sister and her husband were killed by a drunk driver, a drunk driver who now is plagued by a magical demon that only he can see every time he gets drunk (the ass got off with 7 years probation thanks to political pull and a wishy-washy judge). She was survived by two children, one boy, then 11, and one girl, then 6. And since I was their only living family, it fell to me to take them in. David (the son) became sullen and moody, and after learning I was a Witch spent a few months blaming me for not having saved them (little help, since I had been doing the same thing). Elizabeth retreated into her dance. When Elizabeth turned 13 was when it all started. Elizabeth started developing early, at around 9, and by age 13, she had developed a D cup, and it was really throwing off her balance for the dance. Now, I suppose I should've seen it coming, and better prepared both of them for the possibility, but I just didn't even see it as a possibility. It was the day before Christmas, and it was Elizabeth's birthday, and I was down in the kitchen, spelling up a cake (I always made a big deal about Elizabeth's birthday since it came the day before Christmas), when I heard something that scared me like nothing else in my life. Elizabeth screamed in terror, and David yelled "OH MY GOD!" Without even thinking I recited, "Firecrackers pop and bombs go boom, Let me now be in the kids' room" and I was there. (Pretty bad, huh? Believe me, I've come up with worse rhymes) Elizabeth was standing in the middle of the room, the back of her leotard torn out, where a devil's tail (long, slender, prehensile, and with a pointy tip) had grown through it. David was on his ass by his bed, his shirt ripped open, a pair of HUGE tits, tits almost as big as my own, hanging from his chest. Now, the beginning of what had happened was obvious, Elizabeth was a Witch, and had just undergone her Transformation, and cast a spell on her brother, probably unintentionally, causing him to grow tits. Why didn't I see it coming? Because the offspring of the human offspring of a human/Witch mating has less than a 1 in ten thousand chance of being a witch. "What happened?" I yelled. Elizabeth ran over and wrapped her arms around my legs. Through a sobbing voice, she said, "Oh, auntie. I was dancing and David was standing there making fun of me and then I felt this strange sensation and all of the sudden my leotard ripped, I had this tail and David had tits and... and..." "Calm down, calm down. The sensation you had, did it start in your crotch, run up your spine, go over the top of your head, and stop right here?" I touched her forehead, the spot between her eyebrows commonly known among human mystics as the "third eye". "Yes." "And what were you thinking about when you had that feeling?" "Well, Davey was making fun of me because of... of my..." "Of your having large breasts for your age?" "Yeah, and I was wishing he knew what it was to have to deal with big tits." David said, "Oh my god. What happened?" "It seems your sister is a Witch. She just underwent her Transformation, and apparently her Crutch is dancing. So her wish became a spell she cast on you." On the verge of hysteria, David asked, "Can't you get rid of these things?" "Maybe." "Maybe? I thought you were supposed to be the most powerful witch alive!" I think I should mention here something about human/Witch half-breeds such as myself. At first thought, it might seem that being half-human would dilute the powers of the Witchly side, but, in point of fact, the exact opposite is true. The human half acts like the grounding prong in a three-prong plug, allowing the Witch to handle a much higher level of power. So between my late-life Transformation, my human half, and my birthday falling on a high holy day for witches (Halloween), it was no boast when David called me the most powerful Witch alive. But seeing David on the verge of a breakdown, I said, "By the morning's dawn, Hysteria be gone" Almost immediately, David calmed down, caught his breath, and asked, "Please, aunt Sarah, can't you get rid of these?" "David," no one called him Davey except for his sister, "even before my Transformation, I was a teacher, and that didn't change after. My specialty is teaching new Witches how to control their powers." "Well, doesn't that include counter-spells?" "The basics, yes. But spell casting is an art form, and spells that work against other spells is a particularly tricky branch of magic. Now don't worry, I'll go call someone and see what the best course of action is. Wait here." I then walked downstairs, picked up the receiver, and said, "One of the saddest films is Old Yeller, Connect me with a master counter- speller" The phone rang, and the other end picked up. "Hello, Dawn's Magic Shop." "Yes, this is Witch Sarah. I'm looking for a master counter-speller." "This is Witch Dawn speaking." Now another aspect of the Witch sub- culture is that, when we call each other on the phone, we simply call ourselves Witch (or Warlock). It saves time and energy, not having to cast spells that let us know whether we're talking to a human or Witch. Now you might wonder why we're not worried about a human hearing us say we're Witches. Well, point blank, most humans just don't believe we exist, so they just blow it off when we say it. Quickly I outlined the problem, and Dawn told me about some problems and gave me the number of a specialist in Ireland. I contacted him, dialing the number manually. I explained what had happened, and he told me some bad news. David was making his way downstairs when I hung up. "Well what's going on? How do we get rid of these?" "We don't." "What? Why not?" "I contacted both a master counter-speller and an expert in Witchly Transformations. Both agree. Elizabeth's powers are in a state of flux. Any counter-spells cast against her before it stabilizes could cause her irreparable damage." "Well, can't they be hidden or something?" "Hiding the effects of a spell is a form of counter-spell." "Well, how long till they can be counter-spelled?" "Three to six months." "Three to six months? You mean I've got to deal with these tits for up to half a year?!" "Possibly longer." "What? Why?" "After three to six months, your body and the spell may adapt to each other, in which case the only person who can counter-spell it safely will be Elizabeth. And it could be as much as three years before she has enough skill and experience to counter a major transformation like the one you've undergone." "Three years? Can't you do something?" "Elizabeth, why don't you go upstairs and get ready for your birthday party while I talk with your brother." "Auntie?" Elizabeth said tentatively. "Yes, hun?" "What about this?" She brought her tail around in front of her. "Wrap it around your leg and wear loose pants. I'll cast a veil-spell just before the party to make it less noticeable." "Yes, ma'am." After Elizabeth went upstairs, David asked, "If you can cast a spell to cover her tail, why not to cover these breasts?" "David, after your sister wraps her tail around her leg and gets those pants on, the only thing that'll show is a small bump at the base of her spine. I can cover that with a spell that basically starches the back of her pants. These," I waved at David's new chest, "are not exactly small things to cover up." "Isn't there anything you can do?" "David, I'll be honest. Even if those specialists had told me I could counter- spell this immediately, I had decided before I called that you were at least going to spend the rest of Christmas vacation with tits." "Why?!" "Ever since your parents died, you have been sullen, moody, and at times, just plain nasty to everyone around you. Now I did my best to be understanding and tolerant because of your loss, but a few months ago, you started getting nasty to your sister, who, in case you've forgotten, has lost just as much as you have." "But, I didn't..." "Didn't what? Want to hurt her? Didn't mean it? David, there is NO excuse for the way you have treated your sister. Your teasing has been just plain mean. Hell, you've been worse than a lot of the bullies she goes to school with." "Okay, I get the point. But 6 months? I'm supposed to graduate in 5. Isn't there anything that can be done?" "Well, I wasn't going to tell you, but the second expert I contacted said there might be something we could do." "I'll do anything." "It's not something that we can do today, so why don't you go upstairs and help your sister get dressed for her party." "Yes, ma'am." Luckily for all of us, the party went off without a hitch. Nobody noticed that every so once in a while, Elizabeth's right pant leg moved a little strangely. I traded recipe's for cakes with some of the mothers who stayed around to help look after the kids, and flirted with the single fathers. And believe me, if I hadn't had a houseful of kids, I probably would've fucked one or more right in the middle of the kitchen. I feel I should mention, a Witch can cast spells that cover her Transformation. The spells just won't last longer than 12 hours, and can only be cast once every other day. So I can make it with three guys at a time (and have done so), with them being none the wiser. Now maybe you think I'm a slut because of that, but remember, I have the normal sex drive of a 31 year old woman, and a woman reaches her sexual peak at the age of 35. (And I haven't had sex in the last seven years. I'm a little frustrated, as you might imagine.) After the party, everybody went home. A few offered to help clean up, but didn't press the issue when I refused. Not that I blame them, it was Christmas Eve. I cast the spells to clean up, create and decorate the tree, and move all the presents from their hiding places to under the tree (after seven years of this, I could rattle those spells off in my sleep). I waited for Santa (he is a real being, it's just human disbelief that prevents him from visiting human homes) then went to bed. The next day, we passed out presents, and I saved one special one for last. David was actually in good spirits that morning, even though his tits kept slipping out of the robe he was wearing. After everything was passed out, I handed the present to David. He opened it, and held up the contents. It was a full-length dress that was all the rage with the 17-19 crowd, well amongst the women at least. "What is this?" he asked. "Your possible cure." "What do you mean? I have to wear a dress?" "Not exactly. The second expert I talked to, the one who has studied Transformation, and Transformation induced spells, is of the opinion, that if Elizabeth's wish is fulfilled then the spell could be broken and you'd return to normal." "Her wish?" "Remember, she wished you'd know what it's like to have to deal with big tits." "Well, I've gone almost a day with these, and I am sorry for the teasing I did. Isn't that enough. Haven't I learned enough?" "David, you haven't learned a fraction of what it's like. You haven't learned what it's like to talk to a man and know that he doesn't even see your face. You don't know what it's like to hear small minded women whisper just loud enough for you to hear that you must be some kind of slut just because you're big busted. You don't know about the teasing, the harassment, anything about looking like a big busted sex kitten." "But a dress?" "David, the only way you're going to be able to go outside with those tits without drawing a lot of really bad attention to yourself is if you let me cast a spell to make you look like a woman." "I thought you said you couldn't change me." "I can't tamper with your tits, but I can change the rest of you to match your breasts." "And if I do this, I'll change back?" "Maybe, no guarantees." "And what happens if this doesn't break the spell?" "We experience a sudden family emergency, and move to another town. The school will send your records to the new school we enroll you in, but the school gets the records of a girl rather than of David." Elizabeth asked, "Please, Davey. I've always wanted a sister. And it won't be forever." Now, despite his cruel treatment of his sister, David did love her, and really couldn't deny her anything she asked for (it was why, at the age of 18, he was still sharing a room with her). So, it was no surprise when he sighed, and said, "Okay. I guess it's best for all concerned." "How complete do you want your disguise?" "Complete?" "Well, you've seen me in the nude. Do you want a body like mine, where you retain your manhood? Or do you want to go all the way?" David gulped. "All the way?" "Do you want a cunt and vagina?" Elizabeth started something with, "David, could you -?" But I quickly stopped her. "Elizabeth, this is David's decision. Let him make it on his own." David asked, "Do I have to get rid of my cock?" "Of course not. I wouldn't offer if you did." "Then I'll keep it." "Don't be so hasty. There are some drawbacks. If you keep your dick you'll have to be very careful about where you go and what you wear." "What do you mean?" "No going to the public pool. You won't be able to shower in the group showers they have. If you go to the gym, you'll have to go in sweats rather than change there. You'll have to avoid tight pants. In fact you should avoid pants whenever possible. And if you ever go into a public restroom where the stalls have no doors, you'll have to be very careful that no one sneaks a peek." David thought about it for a minute, and said, "I still want to keep it." "Okay. Stand up," I told him while standing myself. David stood and I began. "Painter's paint and Carpenter's nail, Let David's form now be female" The magic leapt from my fingers and swirled around David. He then shrunk down a half foot (from 5'10" to 5'4"), his waist and shoulders contracted, his hips widened, his legs and arms thinned and tapered, the hair on them disappearing, his face took a more definitely female cast, and his nails and hair lengthened. David brought his arms up, his hands no longer long enough to pass the cuffs. "What about my clothes?" he asked in a very womanly voice. "Ice will chill and cocoa will warm, Let David's clothes fit his new form" Most of the magic (in the form of many sparkles) shot upstairs to David's room, but one magic sparkle flew over and touched David. Since his new form was so much smaller than his old, the robe he was wearing had fallen open and I could see his boxers. But when the magic touched him the boxers shrank and became a pair of sheer, hi-cut panties (silk of course). His robe shrank and shifted to match his new body, became thinner and translucent, and picked up a nice pink ruffle along all its edges. David cinched up the robe. "Okay, now I guess I'm ready to face the world as a girl." Something was wrong though. I gave him the once over, then noticed what it was. "By the power of the witches of yore, David, now gain a woman's behavior" A blast of magic shot from my fingertips, and struck David in the head. In his new lilting voice, David asked, "What was that for?" "Untie your robe." David gave me a quizzical look, but did as I said (we were not a family that had any taboos on nudity). "Now retie it." David shrugged and did as asked. "Much better." "What's better?" Elizabeth told him. "Davey, a girl ties her robe right over left. After Aunt Sarah made you look like a girl, you still tied it left over right like a boy. Now you're tying it correctly." David looked down and saw that the right panel of his robe was on top. A little bit of fear entered his voice as he asked, "Am I going to start liking boys?" "No. You'll just be sure to behave like a girl in all those actions that we normally don't think about. Now you look, act, and even sound like a girl. Which brings up another question. What do you want to be called?" "Called?" "We can't call you David. Or for that matter, Davey or Dave, or anything like that. Those are boys' names. So, you need to chose a girl's name." David thought about it and said, "How about Daphne?" "It's a beautiful name. Daphne it is. Now, one last thing. Although doing so may seem to be horrid, Let this family produce Daphne when we think of David" (Ouch. That one barely made it) A magical feeling passed over us. "There. Now we'll always remember to say or write Daphne instead of David when thinking of you." "So now I'm Daphne?" "For the time being. If you ever get lost, and wonder what a girl might do, just go ahead and lose yourself in the spells." "Okay, so what do we do now?" "We get ready for our Christmas movie." One of the biggest advantages to being able to cast spells is that you save lots and lots of time. A Christmas feast that would take a normal human all day to make, I can whip up in a few seconds. So our family had made it a Christmas tradition to spend all day at the movie theater, catching two or three matinees before going home for our Christmas meal. "You mean we're going to go out with me like this?" "What do you think all this spelling has been for?" "But?" "Relax, you'll do fine." "Well, okay, if you say so. Come on, Lizard," David's pet name for Elizabeth, "let's go get ready." As the newly rechristened Daphne took Elizabeth upstairs, I cast another spell, "Because a surfer likes to shoot the curls, Let Daphne's room now be a girl's." After about an hour, Daphne and Elizabeth came down. Elizabeth was in a new floral print dress that I had picked up for her birthday and looked the perfect image of young beauty. But Daphne... Daphne was stunning. He had decided on the new dress I had bought, which hugged his new form beautifully. His make-up and hair had been expertly done (thanks to the spells, Daphne now had all the knowledge he needed to pass as a girl) and strode down the stairs with divinely feminine grace (and this despite the 3" heels he had decided on). He had chosen a small purse with a thin strap that was now slung over his shoulder. Daphne walked up, saying, "That was amazing. My entire half of our room had changed. Different sheets, blankets, my dresser was covered in make- up, hair spray, and other girl stuff." "The benefits of magic." "Y'know, I thought I'd have a lot of trouble getting the bra on, and walking in heels, but it just seems natural now, like I've been doing it all my life. And I just seemed to know how to apply my make-up. Was that your doing, too?" "Of course. An eighteen year old girl who doesn't know how to apply make- up or walk in heels would draw way too much attention." "Of course, there is a drawback now." "What's that?" "Now I can't really get mad at girls when they're late. I never realized how complicated it was getting ready to go out as a lady." I laughed a bit, checked to make sure that Elizabeth had her tail wrapped around her waist, under her blouse and then sent everybody out to the car. We went to the movies and watched the first two movies without incident. Shortly after the start of the third, Daphne had to use the bathroom. She returned a little while later and started munching on some popcorn. Shortly afterwards the manager came up and asked us to come to his office. "What's the problem?" "Please, ma'am, I'd like to discuss this in my office." As we walked upstairs, I asked Daphne, "Do you know what this is about?" "Uhm, maybe." "What?" "Well, after I got done in the bathroom, one of the guys from the concession stand tried to press up on me. I tried to let him know I wasn't interested, but he wouldn't take the hint." "So what did you do?" "Kneed him in the groin. Got a round of applause from the ladies he works with." And I want to let everybody who is reading this story know that I tried to keep a straight, serious face, but I couldn't help smiling at what had happened. I am of the personal opinion that any man who gets a knee to the groin, in all likelihood, deserves it. And this sounded like no exception. When we got up to the office, the manager sat down and waved his hand at the seats across from him (making me realize that this man was no gentleman). "Miss, we have a problem." "Oh?" I asked, as coyly as possible. "It seems your daughter," waving at Daphne. "Niece," I corrected him. "Your niece assaulted one of my workers. Now, I don't want to make a scene, so I'll just refund your money if you and your family leave quietly." As he started to reach into his desk, I said, "No." He stopped short. "Excuse me? Do you want the police involved?" I looked at his nameplate. "Mister Jackson, my niece informed me of what happened. It seems your employee tried to, in the common vernacular, push up on her. Now I may be older than I look, but I am not so out of touch that I don't know what that particular phrase means." The manager tried to say something, but I went on without letting him speak. "She then attempted to tell him that she had no interest in him, but he refused to get the hint and refused to let her return to the theater. So she responded in the only way possible. Getting a round of applause from the jerk's co-workers, I might add. So if you want to get the police involved," I picked up the phone and handed it to him, "you go right ahead." "But she-" "She nothing. Mister Jackson, how would you like me to contact some of the local women's groups and tell them that not only do you employ overgrown boys who have nothing to do but harass young women on the job, but defend their hormonally charged bull rather than disciplining them for inappropriate business behavior. I'm sure the owners of this theater, your bosses, would love to see the news reports of women picketing the theater over your sexist business practices." The manager gulped. "Well, I suppose we could just forget all this happened." "Oh, no, no, no. You ruin our movie, accuse my niece of inappropriate behavior, try to run us off, then think you're just going to blow this off?" Did I neglect to mention that, ever since my Transformation, I have gained the opinion that the similarities between the pronunciation of witch and bitch are not a coincidence? "You will reimburse us for the movie, you will apologize for wasting our time, you will, in front of your employees, apologize to my niece for your employee's improper behavior, and then you will make especially sure to discipline said employee for said improper behavior. Got it?" The manager stammered out an acknowledgement and an apology, refunded our money, then apologized to Daphne in front of the employees. We went back and finished the movie. As we left, I gave the manager a look that let him know I hadn't been kidding about starting a boycott. When we got home I asked Daphne, "So how did you like your first day as a woman?" "Well, except for that bit with the movie guy, it was kind of fun." "Well, I hate to say it, but get used to it. Boys don't tend to start acting more mature for a few more years. And even at my age, you run into far too many like him." "Yeah, but you really put that manager in his place." "Well that, my dear, was one of the advantages of being a woman. When people mistreat you, as long as you handle it intelligently, you get to act like a bitch and nobody says boo. Now it's time for you and your sister to get ready for dinner." "Okay." As Daphne and Elizabeth prepared for dinner, I cast the spells that made dinner (dinner always tastes better when I use a separate spell for each dish). We had a really good dinner (I must say, I spell up a great dinner), and Daphne took Elizabeth upstairs when she fell asleep at the table (another Christmas ritual we've got). After a few minutes, Daphne came down and asked, "Can I talk to you?" Now this was surprising. Usually, David stays upstairs after Christmas dinner and reads, and my spells wouldn't have changed his behavior that much. "Sure. What about?" "Well, while we were getting ready for dinner, Elizabeth and I were chatting. She's a lot more vocal with her sister than she was with her brother. And, well, I think there's something you should chat with her about." "What?" "Well, it seems there's this boy she really likes at school, and she's worried about a little something." "What? There's not much I can tell her about being a teenage girl. Don't forget, up till my 31st birthday, I was a boy myself." "It's not that." "Well what then?" "I'll give you a hint. Her problem and these," Daphne lifted his tits and dropped them, "came into existence at about the same time." "Oh, her tail." Daphne nodded. "Don't worry, I'll talk to her in the morning." "Okay." When Daphne just stood there for a while, I asked, "Is there anything else?" "When I was at the theater in line for popcorn there was this one girl at the concession stand who I felt was really attractive. And, if the guy in front of me hadn't jostled my tits when he turned around, I think I would've asked her out." "Yes?" "Well, didn't your spell make sure I'd act like a woman? Shouldn't I be attracted to guys now?" "Like I said before, no. That'd be way too fundamental a change. You'd lose a major part of being David if I had done that." "So what's to stop me from hitting on some babe I meet in the mall before I remember what I've become?" "Nothing." "Nothing? But I'm Daphne now." "So Daphne's a lesbian. I'm sure that'll break a few boys' hearts when they find that this big tittied babe only likes other babes, but, oh well." Daphne's face brightened immediately. "Thanks." He turned, took a couple steps, then turned back and asked, "Do you really think I'm a babe?" "Honey, you're as good looking a woman as you were a man." "You think I was a good looking guy? I didn't have that many dates." "That's because you never asked the ladies out. Really, the sullen, moody routine played itself out long ago." Daphne walked over and looked in the wall mirror. After looking at himself for a while, he said, "Was I really this good looking as a boy?" "Sure. If it weren't for the fact that I knew you had no interest in dicks, I'd have asked you to share my bed long ago." Daphne blushed crimson. "Aunt Sarah!" "Oh, don't Aunt Sarah me." "But we're related." "Hun, Witches are not subject to any of the problems inherent in inbreeding, so we never developed any of those taboos against incest. And norm descendants to the second generation share that advantage, so you could make it with any of your distant cousins with no risks at all. In fact, your mother and I lost our virginity to each other back when she was dating. She wanted to know what it was like and whether or not it would be worth it to let her boyfriend get into her pants." Daphne blushed again. "Okay, this is way more than I needed to know." I gave a light hearted laugh. "Okay, sorry." Daphne considered it for a while, then asked, "Aunt Sarah?" "Yes?" "Would you... teach me to make love to a woman? I mean if I ever get a woman to go out with me as Daphne, and I don't know how to make love to her as a woman, it'd really show I wasn't born like this." It was a silly excuse. If Daphne got a woman into his bed, it wouldn't be his lack of knowledge about being a woman that betrayed him. "Are you sure?" Daphne nodded and I took him by the hand and led him upstairs. As we went, I cast the spell to give me the body of a full woman. (A Mastered spell of mine. A Mastered spell is a spell that a Witch has taken the time to study and build so that she no longer needs to resort to the Crutch to cast it. Spells that hide the Transformation are part of most Witches' Master repertoires.) I knew Daphne was having trouble resolving his feelings of lust towards me, so I wanted to make it as easy as possible on him. When we got upstairs we embraced passionately. Daphne needed no help from me in knowing how to kiss. I helped him out of his dress, as he helped me out of mine. After he removed my slip, he said, "Where's your dick?" "I got rid of it for now. You want to know how to make love to a woman, so I made myself all woman." He said, "You didn't have to do that," but I could tell from his tone of voice that he was grateful I had. But I smiled and said, "I know, but I wanted to." We finished undressing and sat on the bed together. Daphne's hands started wandering my body. I had to grab his hands and slow him down. He seemed very anxious to experience everything about sex as quickly as possible. "Relax, Daph. We've got all night." Daphne got the hint, and took his time exploring every inch of my body. He then kissed me, slowly pressing me to the bed. He was about to mount me, and oh, how I wanted him inside me, but I had a responsibility to teach him the proper way to treat a lady, so I stopped him. "More foreplay, hun. Take your time with a lady." "Uhm, what would you like me to do?" "Kiss your way down my neck, and then kiss my tits with a lot of little, gentle kisses. While you're doing that, gently rub my side with your hand. Stroke with firm, but gentle pressure. Love is not a race. Take your time." Daphne slowly kissed and loved my right tit, then repeated the procedure with the other. He soon had me begging for him. He climbed up on top of me, slowly rubbed his dick against my clit, until I was panting with desire and need. He then pushed into me, pressing his body on mine, pressing his tits to mine. We started moving together, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. To his credit, Daphne tried to keep it slow to give me as much as she could. But after a seven year dry spell, I couldn't help myself, and was moving like an out of control wildcat underneath him. After we came together, we lay there for a little while until Daphne re-initiated our love making. After some brief foreplay, he was hard as a rock again. This time he wanted to be on the bottom trying the female superior position. I straddled myself over his hips and slowly took him into me. Now I was curious about how sensitive Daphne's tits were and started rubbing them. And judging from the sudden gasp, and the way he arched his back, I guessed that he felt much the same thing I did when someone rubs my tits. Soon, he was bucking under me, as I had just done under him. After we spent a few minutes just cuddling, I told him, "You better go back to your bed. You know how upset your sister gets when she wakes up and you're not there." "Yeah, you're right." Daphne got up and started to pick up his clothes, but I told him to just leave them. "Are we still going out shopping tomorrow?" "Of course." Another tradition of ours. Elizabeth usually got a few gift certificates for her birthday and Christmas, so we made a tradition of going out the day after Christmas and blowing them all, as well as a few hundred of my own dollars (I feel I should mention that all Witches have a certain amount of prescient ability they can tap, so predicting things like the stock market, or horse races is really easy. The only time you find a poor Witch is when the Witch decides to be poor). Although David had never shown any real interest in going on these trips, neither had he made any effort to get out of them. "Do you want out of it? You should try to spend as much time in public as possible so as to really get the big busted experience." "Oh, I'm not complaining, I was just thinking about what I wanted to wear tomorrow." Daphne then returned to his room. Curious, I got up and looked at his bra size, which turned out to be a 36G. A larger cup size than mine, but with a smaller frame, meaning overall, his tits were slightly smaller than mine. The next morning I got up and looked for a certain photo album I had. When I heard Elizabeth and Daphne moving about upstairs, I went to their room and knocked on the door. "Come in," Elizabeth yelled. I walked in, the photo album in hand. "I've got something I want to show both of you." "What is it?" Daphne asked. "A photo album, filled with special photos." I sat on the edge of Daphne's bed, and Elizabeth and Daphne sat on my sides. "Now before I show you these photos there are a few things. You must never discuss what you see in this album outside the family. You must never show any of your friends this, or even hint that it exists. Understand?" Both Daphne and Elizabeth nodded. Daphne asked, "What's in it?" "Family photos." "Photos? What's the big deal?" I opened the album saying, "They're photos from your Grandmother's side of the family." We spent the next few hours looking over photos of the Witches in our family. Photos that showed Witches openly displaying their Transformation changes. Included amongst them were things like bat ears, cat's eyes, cat's tails, and even a few full-body Transformations (where the body becomes a human/animal crossbreed). Finally we came to a photo I knew was in there, and Daphne said, "That guy looks pretty normal. What's his Transformation?" "Nothing. That's your Grandfather. A normal human being. And the lady with him is your Grandmother." Then Elizabeth noticed it. "Gramma has a tail like mine!" "I was hoping you'd notice that. Daphne told me that you were worried about telling people about your tail. Now you have to be very careful about who you tell about it, but there are a good percentage of people who will be tolerant and understanding of your... difference." "Cool. Whatever happened to Gramma and Granpa?" This was a bad spot for me and I started crying. Daphne put her arm around me and asked, "Aunt Sarah, what's wrong?" "When I was sixteen, dad was involved in a job related accident. He was an architect, and a section of building collapsed when he was checking out the sight, killing him instantly. After that, mom... well, she just wasn't the same. She was depressed and sad all the time. The depression disrupted the spells keeping her disease-free and young. She died a couple years later from an infected wound she got while cutting up some chickens for dinner." I sniffled back the tears and said, "You two go ahead and look at that. But don't take too long. We want to get to the after-Christmas sales early." As I was leaving Daphne ran up to me and asked, "Aunt Sarah, what'd Grandpa really think about Grandma's tail?" "Publicly, he told me he found it really sexy, and loved to feel and stroke it." "And privately?" I dropped my voice to a whisper. "Your mother and I once snuck a look when we heard them doing it in their room. Dad was on top of mom pumping away, with her tail firmly buried in his ass. I asked him about it later, and he told me that some of the best sex he ever had was when she had her tail firmly inside him." "Wow." I shoved him back into the room. "Now get dressed, young lady." About an hour later, Elizabeth and Daphne came down the steps. Elizabeth was dressed in a simple sun dress with crew socks and low heels, but Daphne... Daphne was stunning! He was dressed in a simple blue dress, but the way it accentuated his new feminine curves was amazing. The dress also did something for Daphne that I thought would make him decide never to wear such a thing. It actually displayed Daphne's new cleavage. Not at lot, mind you, but that just made it all the more suggestive. I pulled her aside before we left and asked if he realized how suggestive his outfit actually was. He shrugged, saying, "If I'm supposed to learn what it's like to be a woman, I should go all out. Right?" I just agreed, not wanting to tell him that he'd probably look sexy no matter what he wore and we left for the mall. We spent the better part of the day shopping. Now, usually David went along and just sat outside the stores and moped, barely agreeing to carry packages for his sister, but Daphne really got into the spirit of the trip, going into every store, making lots of purchases of his own. After which, we went down to the food court, and Daphne volunteered to get the food (usually David sat around not eating anything). In the mall we were in, the food court surrounds an indoor ice rink (I live in a city where it's warm all year round and these are the only places to ice skate in town), and while he was in line, Jason Newell, a friend of David's, skated up. Now I think I should mention that most of David's friends are basically nothing more than teenage hoodlums, but Jason is one of the few friends of David's that I don't have a problem with. He's kind, polite, and actually had the decency to be embarrassed when I caught him ogling me when he thought I was looking away. "Hey, Elizabeth, Sarah." I let all the kids' friends use my first name, even the hoodlum ones. "Where's David?" "David went out of town for the holidays. Checking out some colleges with some distant relatives." "Cool," he said in that nonchalant way kids have of responding to things when they don't have another thing to say. At this point Daphne returned to the table, and Jason's eyes perked up upon seeing him. "Hello. I don't believe we've met. My name's Jason Newell." Jason extended his hand, and Daphne, not knowing what else to do, took it. "My name's Daphne." As Jason took her hand, he brought it to his lips, and, like a gentleman kissing a lady's hand, gently pressed his lips to Daphne's fingers. "It's a true pleasure to meet you." "Daphne," I said by way of explanation, "is a cousin doing the same thing David is, checking out the local colleges." "Charming. If you decide to attend one of the local colleges, let me know. It may help me decide what college to attend in the fall." Daphne blushed a deep crimson. "So, Daphne, ever done much skating? They've got skate rentals here." Daphne could only stammer out, "Well, uhm, I..." Saving him, I said, "Daphne hasn't been on skates in years," since before his parents' death, actually, "and she's grown a bit since then. She might not be real steady on her ankles." Jason smiled. "Well, if you're worried about falling, I assure you, I will stay by your side and be there to catch you." "I don't know. Aaa," he said almost saying aunt, "cousin Sarah?" "You're an old enough girl to make your own decision. Jason's gentleman enough not to try to take advantage of you, if that's what you're worried about." Jason stood up as straight as he could. "Milady, I assure you, your honor is safe with me." "Uhm, okay, I'll go get changed." As Jason skated away, Daphne leaned down and asked, "Aunt Sarah, may I borrow your credit card?" "You have enough for a couple hours skating rental in your purse." "Yeah, but not for a new skating outfit." I sighed. He was right, of course. The blue dress he was in really wasn't something he could skate in. But as I fished the card out of my wallet, I teased him, saying, "You've sure got the woman's shopping thing down." He just kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks." Before he ran off, I pulled him close, saying, "You be careful out there. When I told Jason you had grown, we both know it wasn't just in height. You're a little more top heavy than the last time you hit the ice." "Okay, I will." After Daphne ran off, Elizabeth (who had been scarfing burgers during all this) asked, "Can I go with her?" "No, hun." "Why not?" "Because whether or not she realizes it, Daphne's about to have her first date. And that's not something a little sister should be part of." "Oh." Elizabeth finished off all her food and then Daphne's while Daphne skated (magic takes a lot of energy to do). When Daphne came from the locker rooms, he was dressed in a sweater designed with his school's colors and a short skirt to match. At first, Daphne was unsteady on his feet, and, true to his word, every time Daphne fell Jason was there to catch him. But then Daphne got his "ice legs" back and he and Jason became a vision on the ice, skating together like two professional figure skaters. (David had been a great skater, and his Mother and he had made regular trips to the ice rink when he was young. But after his parents' death, David refused to even consider putting on a pair of skates.) After about a half hour, Elizabeth went and played in the arcade, while I chaperoned. An hour later, Daphne and Jason went back to the locker room. A few minutes later, Jason came out, then, a little later, Daphne followed. Jason escorted him back to the table, where he gave Daphne a good-bye kiss (causing her to blush furiously) and went on his way. "So how'd you like your first date?" "That wasn't a date. It was just two friends skating together." "Hun, David and Jason might be friends, but Jason barely knows Daphne. And friends don't give friends good-bye kisses." Daphne blushed deeply. "So are you going to go out with him again?" "Aunt Sarah!" "What? Again with the Aunt Sarahs? Are you going to go out with him again? We both know Jason would never lay a finger on you, no matter what you look like." "Well, if he calls before I turn back, I might consider it." I smiled. "Go get your sister. She's in the arcade. It's time to go home."We went home, laughing and joking all the way. We spent the rest of Christmas vacation doing much the same, getting out and about to get Daphne as much real world exposure as possible. Surprisingly, Jason made no effort to contact Daphne. And, by the end of school break, when David had not reemerged, we called the school, giving them our fake story of a family emergency, and proceeded to move out of town. I decided to move back to L.A. where my ex-fiancee, Andrea, still lived. Andrea, like me, was a teacher, and I figured she could help smooth Daphne's experience at his new school. When we arrived, she met us at the airport, and we returned to her house. After getting settled in, and getting the kids to sleep, she and I went downstairs and had a cup of coffee. After a bit of idle chatter, she asked, "So what happened to your nephew, or should I be taking a closer look at Daphne?" I smiled. "You guessed it. Daphne is really David." "So David's a Witch like you?" "Actually, Elizabeth is the Witch. David's just an unfortunate victim of his being nasty at exactly the wrong moment." Quickly, I outlined what had happened. "So if Daphne really learns what it's like to have big tits, she'll revert back to a he?" "That's the rub. I have no idea. All I can say is that it's one possibility." "By the way, I want to thank you." "For what?" "I look like a 35 year old, despite being 45. I assume that's your doing?" "Well, it's the least I could do. A simple age slowing spell. I felt I owed it to you." I yawned deeply. "Oh, I'm a lot more tired than I thought. I better get to bed. Or to couch." "Y'know, you don't have to sleep on that couch. I've still got the bed we bought, before... Well, you know." "Andrea, I appreciate it. But I still don't have any interest in women. At least, not in that way." Andrea looked disappointed. "Well, then we'll be a couple of girlfriends sleeping together." She took my hands. "I missed you these last fifteen years." I suddenly felt really awkward, but said, "Well, I guess if you understand there's to be no hanky-panky." She crossed her heart. "Promise." We slept together that night, and the only thing that happened was that Andrea snuggled in against me, pressing her tits to my back. It was a nice feeling, being in the arms of someone who loves you, but it really did do nothing for me. The next day Andrea got Daphne and Elizabeth registered at their new school while I went house hunting. I was briefly tempted to stay at Andrea's on her generous offer, but one week after regular school restarted would be the restart of my Witch school, and I needed to get a house with a big basement that I could load up with defensive spells, just in case some student lost control of a spell they were trying. Over the next month things went pretty smoothly. Daphne was getting along fine. Surprisingly, Daphne turned out to be a straight A student (David only had a 2.6 GPA). Elizabeth was doing great in her own studies (both mundane and supernatural). And Andrea was a regular visitor to our house. Then she sprung a little surprise on me, for which I will be eternally grateful to her. It seemed innocent enough. Her nephew was coming into town on the same day as a parent/teacher conference, so she asked me to pick him up at the airport. I had no problem with it and no prior obligation so I agreed. Now I met her nephew, Peter, but at the time, he was a pimply faced little 14 year old who insisted on bothering his Aunt Andrea and her fiancee at every opportunity. So I go to the airport with a sign with his name on it and wait at the gate. Then I saw him. This absolute hunk with pecs that begged to be stroked and an ass of steel stepped from the airplane. I think I was lucky not to be drooling as I stared at his chiseled physique. Then, when he came over and introduced himself as Peter I could barely stammer out a greeting. I felt like a bloody fool, barely saying two words at a time as we got his luggage. When we got to Andrea's house, she had left a message on the machine saying that she would be real late, and suggested that I take Peter out on the town. When Peter agreed, I decided that I was going to do everything short of magic to seduce him. I quickly called Daphne, letting him know not to wait up for me, then we went out. Over the course of the evening, I tried every trick I could to get him to ask me back to his room. And you know what it got me? Nothing. Nada, zip, zero. The big goose egg. As we left the movie theater, and got into the rental he had (Peter was a successful lawyer and got a big luxury car) I decided to try blunt honesty. "Peter, I don't know if you've realized it, but if you decided to take liberties with me, I would put NO effort into fighting you off." Peter blushed a little and said, "I noticed." "Don't you find me attractive?" "Oh no, it's not that. Hell, you're probably the best looking girl I've ever met." "So what?" I dropped my voice a little. "Are you... gay?" "No. Well, maybe. Well..." Peter let out a deep breath and said, "It's just that I've got this... thing for transsexuals. Chicks with dicks." My heart jumped into my throat. Could it be? Could Peter maybe be interested in me as I was? No spells to get rid of my dick? "And I don't consider them guys," he went on, "which is why I really don't consider myself gay." I took his hand. "Handsome, you should've told me a lot earlier." I put his hand in my crotch. "We could've saved ourselves a lot of game playing." Peter looked at me, amazement in his eyes. He looked me up and down, clearly not believing that a woman who looked like, well, like me, could possibly be a she-male. He leaned forward at the same time as I did. Our lips met in a gentle way. We kissed, Peter's hand never leaving my crotch. Peter's free hand started stroking my body as he started rubbing my dick through my skirt. We started crawling all over one another. We probably would've started humping each other right there in the parking lot, if Peter hadn't bumped the horn as we moved. We stopped, looked at each other and laughed. Peter drove us to a hotel where we got a room. We were French kissing even before we got into the room. As soon as the door closed behind us, we started disrobing each other. Peter pulled my blouse off as I practically ripped his shirt from his body. I kissed and rubbed his chest as he unzipped and removed my skirt. In just my underwear, I went to my knees before him, took off his pants and underwear, and sucked his now erect dick into my mouth. I slowly moved up and down on his dick. I quickly had him moaning and thrashing. Before I could get him to cum (I love the taste of semen) he reached down and pulled me up so quickly that I found myself flying through the air. He caught me in his strong arms and we kissed as he carried me to the bedroom. He carefully lay me on the bed and with practiced ease unsnapped my bra. As he pulled the bra from my arms, he gently kissed and loved my tits. And, just as quickly as I had earlier, he had me thrashing on the bed, but unlike me, he got me to cum, spraying the inside of my panties with my cum. He lay beside me, and we kissed. "As soon as you're ready," he said, "I'd like to fuck you silly. If you don't mind, that is." "Mind?" I said as I removed my panties, exposing my still hard dick (one of the advantages of becoming a woman through Transformation, I was multi- orgasmic), "I'm ready now!" Peter was amazed. "Wow. I've never seen a dick that big on a she-male before." (I only have a 6" dick, but most she-males' dicks shrink due to the hormones they take. Another advantage of a Transformation sex change). "Does that turn you off?" "No way. Anything but." He took my dick in hand and started stroking. I moaned loudly. "Oh, that's so good." He kissed me as my hips started thrusting up into his hand. "Please," I begged, "I want you inside me." He let go of my dick and said, "Anything for a lady." I flipped over and got on my hands and knees. He got behind me and started tonguing my ass. After a little while of this I was writhing about in ecstasy. Peter then got on his knees behind me, pressing his dick against my asshole. He pressed in slowly, far too slowly for my tastes, and he was surprised as I shoved my hips backwards, jamming him in to the hilt inside me. I started squeezing his dick with my ass muscles, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. Peter then reached around, took my dick and one of my breasts in hand, massaging each as we started moving together. Soon, I was cumming, spraying all over the bedsheets, but I surprised Peter as I lost none of my hardness and just kept bucking in sexual fury. I came twice more before Peter finally came inside my ass. We collapsed together on the bed (me lying in my own cum). We rolled apart and kissed. Seeing I was still hard, Peter then sucked me through two more orgasms. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day, we had a quickie, showered together, then drove back to my house. Seeing Andrea's car there we went inside. "What are you doing here?" I asked. Andrea smiled. "I figured you'd want some time alone together, so I stayed here last night." I went over and, whispering, asked, "Do you know about Peter's... sexual desires?" "Of course." "You're a sneak." I gave Andrea a kiss on her lips. "And I love you for it." "Well," she said with an impish look, "I figured that if I couldn't have you, at least I can keep you in the family," to which we both smiled. The next couple weeks went about the same (with Peter and I becoming a real item) until Daphne did something (to me) totally unexpected. He started dating guys. On the first date, I was worried about him. If this had been Jason I wouldn't have worried, but this was Jack Davis, the local captain of the football team, a boy who tended to swagger about like he owned the world. He also had a reputation as a womanizer that even I had heard of. So, I did something I'm not proud of. I cast a spell to spy on the two of them. The first part of the date went innocently enough. They went to a movie, and the only thing the boy did was put his arm around Daphne's shoulder. After the movie, the two of them went out for pizza. Then they went to Eldsmore Park, the local make-out point (Peter and I had visited it a couple times). They started kissing and groping each other. Then, when Jack's hands started working their way down Daphne's body and I thought I'd have to get involved, Daphne grabbed Jack's hand and returned it to his tit. "Uh-uh," he told Jack, "everything below my waist, I'm keeping for the person I intend to spend the rest of my life with." "Good girl," I thought. But then Jack resorted to the old teenage boy standby, "Oh, come on, baby. You've got me all hot and bothered. It's not fair to leave me hanging." I was furious, and about ready to step through and throttle him. But then I was shocked when Daphne reached down and undid Jack's pants. "Handsome," Daphne said, "I said everything below my waist. In case you haven't noticed, my mouth doesn't count." Then Daphne did something that stunned me into immobility. He pulled out Jack's dick, leaned down and gave Jack a blow job. I stood there and watched with the fascination of someone staring at an auto accident. Daphne moved with the motion of an expert cocksucker (of course Jack just sat there not reciprocating) and soon had Jack blowing his wad, and Daphne actually swallowed it all. After Jack came, the two of them snuggled together, Jack finally making some effort to stroke Daphne's tits. Then Daphne told him, "Jack, I know that boys get together and talk about their conquests." Jack started to deny it, but Daphne interrupted him, "If you want to tell others about my cocksucking, I don't mind," shocking me yet again, "but if you ever tell anyone you got further then that," Daphne grabbed Jack's hand and pressed it firmly to his tit, "you will never touch me again." Daphne gave Jack another blow job and then they came home. Daphne went upstairs without an explanation, but with a big smile on his face. I couldn't say anything, after all, I had been spying on him, and he had done nothing under duress, and it was up to him what he did on a date. Daphne and Jack broke up after a month, but Daphne quickly had another steady (when you look like a total knockout with 36G tits and have a reputation as a superb cocksucker, finding teenage boys that want to go out with you is no chore). This went on for the next three months when Elizabeth's powers stabilized. But, by that time, Daphne's body had adapted to Elizabeth's spell (I had tied mine to hers, so if hers were canceled, mine would go too). But Daphne didn't seem disappointed in the slightest when I told him. Daphne graduated a half month later, with all of us (Peter and Andrea too) attending the ceremony. Then, a couple days after the ceremony, Daphne surprised me yet again. "Aunt Sarah?" he asked. "Yes?" "Could I ask a big favor?" "Sure." "Would you talk Peter into doing me?" I sat there amazed. "Doing you? As in..." "Fucking me." I'm not sure how long I sat there just staring at Daphne, but eventually I asked, "Have you thought about this?" "Yes, I have. I was thinking about it, and I felt that maybe I had to experience sex with boys with these," waving at his tits, "to break the spell. I've been sucking cock on my dates, but apparently that's not enough. Since I know Peter won't freak at my having a cock, I was wondering if I could... "borrow" him." I thought about it. His logic was sound. Part of learning what having big tits was about might have been sexual (particularly since the spell had been cast by a teenager). "Okay, we'll ask him tomorrow." Daphne smiled and ran to his room. The next day, we asked Peter to fuck Daphne. After Daphne exposed himself to Peter, and after Peter made sure I was okay with it, he took Daphne upstairs and made love to him as a woman. After he came down and I saw him to the door, Andrea called me upstairs (she had been there and went upstairs right after Peter came out). I went upstairs and sitting in the middle of the bed, holding his knees, was David. The spell had been broken. I thought David would be ecstatic, but he sure didn't show it. In fact, David reverted to type. Worse, he became even more sullen, moody, and nasty then he had ever been. Now my problem. As David, David is a troubled youth who is a problem to all around him, but as Daphne, he's much happier, as well as more pleasant. So, do I change him back (almost assuredly against his will) or leave him to work it out on his own? ***************** Hi. Daphne here. This part of the story is being written five years after the last. As you may have guessed, Aunt Sarah decided to change me back, mostly due to my own nastiness, but that's getting ahead of the story. First, I'll tell you why I'm writing this addendum to my story, then go back and fill in details that Aunt Sarah didn't know about. First, what happened to Aunt Sarah. A couple months after I graduated, Peter proposed. It took a while for Aunt Sarah to say yes, because there's a rule that if a Witch marries a human, she's required to tell the human what she really is. Personally, I think it's a little silly, but apparently there's been some bad history with Witches not telling human mates, and them finding out later. Peter was shocked, but eventually got used to the idea, and they were married next March. Shortly after their marriage, we all moved in together. By all, I mean, me, Lizard, Aunt Sarah, Peter, and Andrea. A couple years later Peter asked if there was any way the two of them could produce a natural child (adoption of non-blood relations is prohibited amongst Witches except in extreme cases). Since Aunt Sarah's status as a she-male is the result of her Transformation, the only way to manage it was for Peter to under go a spell making it possible for him to carry the child. After a few weeks considering it, he agreed (shocking all of us). He sold off his law practice, and had Aunt Sarah turn him into a fully functioning hermaphrodite, complete with dick, cunt, womb, and small breasts (A