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TGTV: Bewitched
By Heather St. Claire
"Oh, Rob!" I sobbed, taking great, heaving breaths; it seemed if I was going
to hyperventilate.
I'm not even sure what had set me off this time--all I knew was that I was
crying, and falling into the comforting arms of my husband Rob.
Thanks to the magic of my new TGTV cable, I had spent nearly a week as Laura
Petrie--the very young, beautiful, sexy wife of Rob Petrie on "The Dick Van
Dyke Show." (TGTV is a cable service that allows you to enter any television
program, taking over the body of any female character; and to change the sex
of any of your fellow cast members.)
I loved this body, I loved this life, and I especially loved being able to
change the whiny son of the Petries, Richie, into sweet, well-behaved Rachel.
But I was also getting curious...itchy....I wanted to be another beautiful
television woman. But who? I couldn't decide right away, but chose, somewhat
reluctantly, to exit my television for the time being.
To be male again, and to be back in my humdrum apartment, was a
disappointment, to say the least.
The beautiful woman who had hooked me up to the service had promised to
deliver a comprehensive instruction book, but so far, it seemed that she
still hadn't appeared with it. So I did what I had done before....started
channel surfing until a likely program came along.
(It didn't take too long, by the way. One of the other wonders of TGTV
appeared to be an unusually wide channel selection, including programs I
hadn't seen in years. If I ever did want to just watch television, there
would be no lack of choice.)
I quickly settled on another enduring classic, "Bewitched," which had run
from 1965 to 1972 on ABC and in reruns uninterrupted ever since. I focused
the remote on the set, pressed the ENTER button, and felt myself being drawn
into the set....
....as much as I tried to get a feel for the experience, it was over too
quickly; there was a brief sense of being out of body, and that my
consciousness was traveling, things I had already surmised; but I couldn't
see or feel anything....
.....until I opened my eyes, and found myself standing in the Stevens living
room. It had worked again! I was Samantha! This second time as a woman was
just as wonderful as the first. I hurried to the first mirror I could find,
to take a close look at my new body.
I felt womanly, beautiful, and powerful. I had slim, shapely legs that were
shown off to fine advantage by the green polyester mini-dress that Samantha
wore. (Oh, the sixties!) This was a lush, curvy figure, with full hips and
buttocks, a nice narrow waist, and two full breasts, supported by what I
immediately realized was an underwire bra.
My new, oval face was framed by long, flowing blonde hair that was upswept
right before it reached my shoulders.... longer, but not all that dissimilar
from Laura's style, and another sixties classic.
The classic features of Samantha's face--my face now--seemed just about
perfect. Nice, full lips, a slim nose; two luminous eyes, set off by a pair
of carefully thinned brows.
I was so absorbed in my face and the sensations of this body that it took me
a minute or two to notice that I was wearing an apron. What was going on? I
concentrated for a minute, and it came to me. This was a Thursday
afternoon....Darrin was at work....Tabitha was asleep upstairs.....and I was
baking cookies!
That realization came too late, unfortunately, to keep those cookies from
being burnt. I must have missed the timer while I was staring at myself in
the mirror...and the first thing I knew, I was smelling smoke. I hurried into
the kitchen (my time as Laura had helped me master the art of running in
heels), but by the time I pulled the cookie sheet from the oven, all I had
were a series of blackened circles of dough.
Before I could decide what to do about the burned cookies, I heard a voice
from upstairs calling, "Mommy! Mommy!" Tabitha was awake.
I headed up the stairs and into Tabitha's bedroom. There she was--my
beautiful, angelic, daughter--ready to wreak havoc on the world! I knew this
was the stage of life where Samantha was still batting to contain Tabitha's
budding witchly powers. "Can I have a cookie, Mommy?" she said. "You promised
when I got up from my nap!"
I thought for a moment and opened my mouth, thought about the burned mess
downstairs, and heard a "Wellllll...." come out. I had to stifle a chuckle.
It was one of Sam's trademark lines. "Just a minute, dear," I said, lifting
Tabitha out of the crib.
Back in the kitchen , I looked at the cookies, and pondered. It would be so
easy to use magic to fix this mess. But Darrin--my husband!--was resolutely
opposed to me doing that; he wanted us to live as normal a life as possible,
despite my powers. I could understand it intellectually; and in this body, I
felt Samantha's true desire to follow her husband's wishes.
But I was Samantha now. I had a hungry daughter....and to be honest, I was
dying to try out my new powers.
I looked at the mess, thought about a perfect sheet of hot fresh cookies, and
twitched my nose.
I expected a "tinka-tinka" sound....but nothing. That is, if you call the
miraculous transformation that took place "nothing."
Soon, I was back upstairs, with a glass of milk and a plate of hot, steaming,
absolutely perfect chocolate chip cookies for Tabitha. After she finished her
snack, she wanted to have a pretend tea party; I happily lost myself in a
world of girlish childhood fantasy, and once again felt a small pang of
sadness that I had never been able to have a girlhood of my own.
But that slight empty ache was soon overwhelmed by the happiness I felt in
this body, and the closeness I felt to my lovely daughter. Yes, I thought, it
would be nice to stay here for a while. But something was still nagging at
me? What? It seemed that if I concentrated, I could access Samantha's
memories. It didn't take too long for it to come to me....Samantha and Darrin
hadn't had sex in nine weeks!
How could that be? They had their ups and downs, sure, like any television
family...but they appeared to be genuinely in love, and....nine weeks? In
heaven's name, why? I asked myself...but no answer seemed to be forthcoming.
I heard a sudden loud thud, and was momentarily startled; but I remembered
that unusual phenomena were the norm in this house. I left Tabitha to play,
while I went to see what the source of this disturbance was. Standing in the
middle of the living room was Samantha's Uncle Arthur, possessor of the
sharpest wit and tongue since Oscar Wilde. With him was Cousin Serena, my
raven-haired twin. I knew that the arrival of either of them usually meant
mischief.; together, it was a dose of double trouble.
"What's up with you two?" I said warily.
Uncle Arthur looked stricken. "Oh, Sammy. Please don't be mean to me now. Not
now."
Adopting a softer tone, I said, "Why Uncle Arthur, what's the matter?"
He bit his lip and looked at me with hesitation and fear written on his face.
Serena seemed to be totally out of things, as usual, filing her nails.
Finally, Arthur spoke. "I've come to a realization, Sammy.....I'm a witch
trapped in a warlock's body."
I felt my eyes pop out a bit at this revelation.
"Uncle Arthur," I said, "You're 467 years old. Just how did you come to this
conclusion now?"
"Well, Sammy," he said with a wistful sigh. "I've just never felt...right in
this body. I've always wanted to be able to wear women's clothing. It was one
thing to skip the era of petticoats and hoop skirts, but if I miss out on the
min-skirt age, I don't think I'll be able to forgive myself . Darn it," he
said, stomping a foot, "I want to feel pretty!"
"Okay," I said with a resigned air. "It's your life."
"So why are you here, Serena?" I asked.
She sighed deeply. "Because I'm bored, bored, bored.....Nothing seems
interesting anymore."
I thought of a solution that might help both of them. I proposed it, and to
my relief, they both agreed.
This would be my first chance to try a spell.
I concentrated as deeply as I could, and declared,
"It's more than a wish,
More than a whim,
Let him be her,
And her be him."
There was a flash of lightning, a thunderclap, and both of their bodies
jerked. I looked at Serena, who seemed particularly dazed, and asked, "Are
you in there, Uncle Arthur?"
He--or she--giggled. "Oh yes, Sammy, and it feels just wonderful!"
Meanwhile, Serena, now in Arthur's body, seemed to be taking the measure of
her new form, carefully smoothing out the lapels of her jacket. "Hmmm....not
bad. Not bad at all. I think this will be a nice change."
Serena gave me a big kiss, Arthur waved goodbye, and they both vanished in a
whirlwind.
I wondered why we witches had to make such a big show of everything...but was
inwardly very relieved I had been able to get rid of them so quickly.
After checking on Tabitha, I headed back downstairs to fix our dinner; meat
loaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and sherbet for dessert. It seemed like
the Stevenses had upper class aspirations, but Darrin still had middle
American tastes. It was fine with me; this was the kind of food I had grown
up on.
Before too long, I heard the front door, and a cheery, "Honey, I'm home."
I briefly wondered if every television husband used that greeting; but my
flash of sarcasm was quickly overwhelmed by a warm, happy, secure feeling
that I recognized as a wife's love for her husband. I took off my apron, and
took a moment to check my hair, before heading out to give him a cheery
greeting. I put my arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes (this was
the first Darrin, so I didn't have as far to look--the second one was a lit
taller) and said, "Hi, darling, how was your day?"
"Well, this is the best part of it," he said with a slightly crooked grin
that I realized had been a big part of his charm. Then he kissed me, and I
forgot in that instant that I had the power to move the world out of its
orbit; I was completely under the spell of this strong, caring man.
When we finally broke the embrace, I said, "Well, Mr. Stevens, was the rest
of your day so rough? Was Larry being an ogre again?"
Darrin went to hang up his coat while I returned to the kitchen (I didn't
want to have to resort to magic to fix burned cooking when he was home!). He
called from the living room, "I swear that man is never satisfied!..." He
went on to share the latest tantrum by his boss at the advertising agency
where he worked. Darrin seemed to be the idea man, it had always seemed to
me; Larry Tate's sole purpose in life seemed to be making our lives more
complicated.
As we proceeded through the dinner, we exhausted the usual store of family
small talk. When there seemed to a natural lull, I finally broached the main
subject on my mind.
"Darrin, honey?" I began. "Doesn't it seem like we haven't had very much time
for us lately--if you know what I mean?" I snuck a glance in Tabitha's
direction.
His shoulders slumped, and he looked downcast. "I know just what you mean,"
he said quietly.
Good! I thought. Then he was feeling the same way. "Darling?" I suggested.
"It never seems to work out when we try to get away...so what if we let
Tabitha spend the weekend with Mother, you get away a little early tomorrow,
and we have a nice romantic weekend right here at home!"
He smiled broadly and said, "Let's do it, Sam!" he realized, just as I did,
that having Tabitha with mother for the weekend would keep her out of OUR
hair for the entire time.
The rest of the evening passed pleasantly enough; before I knew it, I found
myself in a light blue, silky floor-length nightgown with lace trim, sitting
in front of my vanity, and brushing my blonde hair. I was carefully counting
the strokes, and wondering why any woman would find this a chore. I was
feeling wonderfully feminine and relaxed.
I would have felt better if Darrin had been able to join me in bed; but he
was downstairs in his study, slaving away at a series of storyboards for a
new commercial campaign. He said he had to finish it tonight if we had any
hope of being free for the weekend.
Before I knew it, it was Friday afternoon. I had what I thought was a rather
classy duck dinner cooking in the oven.....I had put on a little black dress;
this one had a short skirt (no reason to hide these lovely legs) and was
sleeveless. I wore a single strand of pearls that Darrin had given me for our
third anniversary. (It was amazing how I seemed to know there things!)
Mother had already picked up Tabitha; soon Darrin would be home. I heard the
front doorbell ring. That would be Darrin...no, it wouldn't! Why would he
ring the bell?
I opened the door to find a very agitated Larry Tate standing there! "Hi Sam,
isn't Darrin home yet?"
"No Larry," I said, "You managed to beat him here."
He burst in, uninvited. He seemed as dithery, and I hated to say it, as
womanish as ever. "Oh dear. Look at your beautiful dress. I bet you two have
plans. I'm really sorry about this Sam, but..."
Before I could ask, "But what?" the door swung open and Darrin walked in.
Darrin's smile disappeared as soon as he saw Larry.
"Not that I'm not glad to see you Larry, but I'm not...what are you doing
here.?"
He then spilled out the whole sad story of an angry client at a meat-packing
firm in Chicago; of course, the account would be lost unless action was taken
immediately, and of course, Darrin was the one who had to fly there to fix
things.
I saw a look in Darrin's face....an anger of such intensity I had never seen
it before. I was scared for a moment; he signaled for me to follow him into
the kitchen. Yes, Darrin, was angry, but not at me; rather, at our situation.
"Sam, this is too much! Between my job and your family and all the rest of
the craziness in our lives, we never have time for ourselves! That's why
we've gone nine weeks without.....you know." (I smiled to myself, wondering
if there was some unseen censor out there keeping us from actually uttering
the words.) "Sam, I want you to get rid of him! I don't care what it takes!"
It took a moment for the full import of those words to sink in. "You
mean...use magic?"
"Yes," he said with a tone of angry defiance in his voice. "Use magic! I
don't care anymore!"
I told him about the spell I had used on Uncle Arthur and Serena the day
before, and suggested it might be appropriate in this situation. He nodded in
agreement, so I began:
"It's more than a wish, more than a whim...."
Pretty soon, there was a thunderclap; we felt the house shake, and headed out
in the living room, doing our best to act as if nothing had happened.
We greeted Louise Tate, Larry's wife, who now occupied his body. "So, Larry,
what was it you were telling me you wanted me to take care of?" Darrin said
with what I thought was a particularly wicked grin.
Larry, naturally, looked dazed. "I--I don't remember, Darrin. I'm sure it's
nothing that can't wait until the weekend is over. You and Samantha have a
nice time." He turned and found his way out.
Darrin had closed the front door, and took me in his arms. "Well, Mrs.
Stevens," he said with a grin. "I think we're finally alone." He had closed
his eyes and was about to kiss me when I looked over his shoulder and spotted
a familiar figure lurking in the bushes outside. "Oh no!" I shrieked, heading
for the door.
"Mrs. Kravitz!" I said crossly. "What on earth are you doing out there?"
She started babbling some lame excuse, but by this time, I was totally fed
up, and so was Darrin. I didn't even wait for his approval before I began the
now familiar chant, "It's more than a wish, more than a whim...." Instantly,
a very surprised Abner Kravitz stood there in his wife's body. He didn't say
a thing before running back to his--or her--house. This was starting to get
confusing!
I closed the door. "I think we're alone."
"At last," Darrin said.
We headed upstairs, hand in hand, and I soon learned one more reason why the
Stevens marriage was so happy.
Darrin was a gentle, but passionate lover. He showered my face and neck with
kisses; he continued his slow descent until he was covering every square inch
of my supremely sensitive breasts with his soft lips. I found myself
beginning to lubricate quickly.
Before I knew it, Darrin was slipping his manhood inside of me; his strokes
were expert in their steadily rising and falling intensity and frequency;
just when I thought he was carrying me to the edge of a climax, he eased off
again. It was exquisite torture, and I loved every second of it.
I had to admire my husband's timing; he managed the oh-so-difficult feat of a
simultaneous orgasm; we held each other tightly as the house rocked with a
power just as intense, if not more so, than that generated by any of my
spells.
After we held each other for a long moment, I turned away for a second,
hoping that he wouldn't notice my nose twitch.
I don't think Darrin ever wondered why he was ready to go again so soon; or
why he remained that way for the rest of the weekend.
I hated to send him off to work that following Monday, but I knew that even
in TV land, life goes on. I decided to indulge myself in a long shopping
trip; Endora--mother--had offered to keep Tabitha for another day.
I called Darrin from a phone booth to see if we could have lunch together.
"Oh sure!" he said cheerily.
"So how's Louise--I mean Larry?" I asked hesitantly.
"Just fine," Darrin replied. "Louise is a lot more together than Larry, to be
honest. He's just doing his job...and leaving me alone to do mine. It's
strange...but awfully pleasant. So what about the Kravitzes?"
"As far as I know, they're both still zonked on tranquilizers."
"And Uncle Arthur and Serena?"
"Well, as I understand it, Uncle Arthur got a job as a Playboy Bunny at the
Los Angeles club...and Serena was last seen in a leather bar in a rather
seedy part of the city."
"Well, I guess everyone's happy then," Darrin said.
"Yes," I agreed. "And most of all, you and me. See you later."
Among my purchases had been some new lingerie. I decided to return to the
changing room to put it on. I held the boxes in my hands. "Living Bra";
"Living Girdle." I thought for a moment, twitched my nose, and soon I had two
garments that lived up to their names.
I enjoyed constant breast and vaginal stimulation every moment I had them on
after that.
After all, what's the use of being a witch if you can't have a little fun
with it?
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