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The Return of Oz
By Caleb Jones
Oz finished an inexpensive, but well cooked meal in a small Paris
restaurant. He downed the last of the wine, got up from the table,
and cleaned up in the restroom. If his plans went as expected
tonight, he realized this would be the last time he would use the
men's bathroom. No great loss.
No, the only great loss in his life happened the day he drove away
from Sunnydale, and from Willow, the beautiful young woman he
loved. The only woman he could ever love. And he had himself
and two women to thank for losing his Willow. The first woman
was a teenaged witch much like his Willow. Her name was Tara
and she had taken his place in her heart after he had broken it.
The other woman was the girl, no -- the creature -- who had broken
them up. She was a singer with a beautiful voice and the same
curse as his own. But she gloried in her curse and gave in to its
dark side. He had finally been forced to kill her to save Willow's
life, but the animalistic needs of his cursed side for his feminine
counterpart had doomed their love. Willow no longer wanted him.
The very sight of him reminded her of his betrayal, no matter how
much against his will it may have been.
After all the anger and pain he had caused her with his
uncontrollable animalistic urges for his female counterpoint,
Willow had turned away from all men and fallen for another
woman. Tara. Oz was cool with homosexuality. It wasn't for him
but if it was what others wanted, who was he to have any
objections. Love was hard enough to find in any form.
He had found his ideal love, held her in his arms, and lost it all in a
moment of madness. But he couldn't bear to lose that love
forever. If Willow wanted a woman, then so be it. There was one
solution. As impossible as it might seem to most, the woman who
Willow loved would have to be him!
~~~~~
Oz looked over the artifacts he had located from various antique
and magic shops that were abundant in the older parts of cities in
France and other European countries. He had spent every penny
of the money he made with his band to find the right spell and
gathered together the proper ingredients. In a few hours the
moon would be full but that would no longer be his problem. His
two great problems would be solved by one spell.
Tonight was perfect. Oz was prepared. Soon Willow would be his
lover once again!
He took his wallet and the rest of his limited finances and mailed
them back to one of his band members for safekeeping. He didn't
want the soon-to-be-replacement Oz catching a flight back to the
United States and breaking up his reunion with Willow before it
could begin. A penniless foreigner with no identification or
passport would have far more to worry about than stopping his
spell. Once the monthly were-curse possessed his body, the new
occupant would want nothing more than to escape the chains and
the cell she, or rather he, was locked inside of. The old abandoned
WW2 building was too run down for tourists and not on any
tourist map, but it was just right for securing a rampaging
werewolf.
By the time Tara managed to escape and get to a phone, more
than twenty-four hours would be up, the exchange would be
permanent, and he would be Willow's true love once again!
After preparing the spell and securing the chains, Oz was more
than ready. He started chanting the ancient words, which would
employ the magics needed to exchange the souls of the spellcaster
with another being. The weeks spent translating them would soon
pay off. He had learned quite a bit about magic from Willow and
her mentor Giles. He threw the silver dust onto the ground and
walked through it. It would weaken his cursed wolf-spirit just
enough to allow his human soul to leave and accept a new soul to
take its place. Then he locked himself up in chains and secured
the cell door. No werewolf would attack the innocent people of
France tonight, no matter which soul was in charge of the body he
planned to leave behind.
He relaxed and tried to allow the spell to take effect. Soon Oz
felt his self, his soul, float away from his body and France, and he
swiftly sent his spirit soaring towards his former hometown of
Sunnydale. He psychically homed in on the bright soul of the girl
he loved, Willow. It was early morning in California, and Willow
and Tara would be likely be asleep in the house they both were
renting if his information was correct. Oz drifted through a side
wall and a door, and found two women sprawled in a deep sleep in
a single bed. He saw his former girlfriend Willow and was
pleased. She looked happy even in a deep sleep.
His spirit floated over the other body on the bed. She was
attractive enough. He hesitated a moment as he hovered over
Tara's body long enough to burn her image into his mind. He
didn't want to do this to her, but the sight of his real body caused
Willow to cringe with pain from the memory of betrayal. Then,
after once again deciding he had no other option if he wanted
Willow's love, Oz threw his soul inside the body of her bedmate
Tara, the other woman in his ex-girlfriend's life, and his
unfortunate victim. For a moment, their two spirits were one. Oz
took advantage of this to absorb many of the memories attached
to her body as the spell had suggested. Tara's memories would
help him keep up the masquerade of her identity when he woke up
inside her body, living her life. He forced an image of his own
body into the other spirit, anchored his astral cord into the other
entity, and cast the surprised and overwhelmed soul away. Tara's
spirit was unwillingly drawn back towards Oz's bodily shell back
in France. The body of Tara wrapped a slim, feminine arm around
the young woman who loved her and settled into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, the first thing Oz noticed was the smell of
perfume. He recognized Willow's scent, as well as the scent of
another woman's perfume. His half awake mind thought Buffy
must be around until he rolled over onto his stomach and felt soft,
sensitive flesh on his upper chest press into the mattress. As he
moved, hair readjusted itself and fell across his face. His hair was
much too short to move like that. 'The spell!' he thought... 'It
must have worked!' He snapped wide awake and pushed himself
up from the mattress and into a sitting position on the bed with his
feet behind him. Oz felt his chest move again as his feet felt the
contact of a rear end that was much thicker and softer than he
was used to possessing. Opening his eyes and swiftly glancing
down, he saw two nicely sized mounds of flesh pushing out the
T-shirt he was wearing.
He trembled slightly as he realized he had breasts. From the
looks of them, his new boobs were quite a bit bigger than Willows.
He brushed loose hair from in front of his eyes. Dirt blonde
strands of hair confirmed the obvious. The spell had indeed
worked. Oz was now a female, his soul now residing within the
physical form of Tara, Willow's new significant other! A picture
of Willow framed on a bureau with her arm around another
woman with the same dirty blonde hair as he now possessed
confirmed the accuracy of the exchange. He was once again the
lover of the beautiful Willow!
Oz heard the sound of dishes rattling in a kitchen and the smell of
coffee brewing. A big smile appeared on his new face as footsteps
approached the bedroom door and Willow popped her head in
through the doorway. She cheerily spoke to him.
"Oh, good, you are finally awake, you sleepyhead." She said with
a girlish giggle. "You have just enough time to take a shower and
get dressed before breakfast is ready. Your first class starts in an
hour, Tara, so don't just sit there, start moving, girl!" Willow
tossed a stuffed toy at him and went back out to the kitchen.
God, she was still as beautiful as she was the last time he had seen
her.
And so much happier, he reflected. She had been struggling to
hold back tears when he had left that fateful day so many months
ago after his body had betrayed them both. But this new body
could give him a second chance! Willow was obviously happy
again and that was all that mattered.
He stood up and gently moved his new body around. He felt his
boobs move under the shirt again as he stood up and they settled
down once more. Quite strange, but not at all unpleasant! The
T-shirt fell down over his hips and fell to his upper thighs. It
turned out to be some sort of nightgown in the style of a shirt. A
check of his other extremities showed him that his new feet were
smaller, as were the hands. His hips were of course now wider,
and he took several steps around the bedroom to adjust to the
way they moved.
Of course he had known there were many differences between
the bodies of men and women, but until experiencing both, he
hadn't begun to realize how unique each gender was.
Somehow he had thought he would just be missing something down
below and have to deal with something extra up above after the
swap, but there was far more to it than that. The very way his
body walked about was different from before. His hips gave off a
gentle swivel that he knew would attract the eyes of men once
hew was outside. Not that he wanted men to look at him of
course. He just wanted a body that Willow liked and could bring
herself to love, and this body was obviously it. And so, now it was
his.
He felt more amazement at the way the new breasts moved up
and down and back and forth in reaction to every movement his
body made. Could it be that a woman could get used to that
amazing feeling of almost independent movement? Would he
come to accept it as a normal part of his new existence as a
woman? It wasn't going to happen at this moment, he knew. This
was better in some ways than the first time he had explored the
body of a young woman years before he had met Willow. New
feelings from within and without awaited his discovery.
He reached up and held one breast in his hand as he went in
search of the shower Willow said he should have. The bathroom
wasn't hard to find. It smelled of shampoo and powder, deodorant
and a variety of other feminine odors. No man used this
bathroom, he knew. And with the body he now had, it would
remain the domain of females. He was without a doubt a member
of that gender now, physically at least. Oz took off the nightgown
Tara had fallen asleep in the night before, pulling it over his head
like any man would. It caught on his protruding breasts and
yanked them up painfully until the gown came off and the boobs
went bouncing around like mad on his chest. Oz would have to be
more careful from now on. These things needed special attention.
As he comforted them with his hands, he hoped Tara was a girl
who wore bras. Between the pain and the distractions he was now
aware of from his feminine chest, he wanted them to remain
secured and immobile for the rest of the day. The shower should
take the pain away, he expected, as he gently rubbed the soft
mounds as if comforting a scared pet. Oz turned the water on and
adjusted the temperature until his silky skin seemed comfortable
under the spray, and he stepped inside the stall. As he soaped up
his new form, Oz wondered how Tara was doing with his former
body.
~~~~~
Tara screamed as she came awake! Everything she knew was
suddenly different!
She had struggled to pull her damaged soul together in her
nightmare until she finally awoke and realized she was no longer
safe at home in her bedroom. There was no bed! It, the entire
room, and Willow, were gone. She was chained up on the floor of
some sort of cell. The only light came from a skylight through
which moonlight could be seen. She loved the moonlight! She and
Willow would often stare at it before going to sleep. It was so
romantic! But now she was in chains and the moonlight just
seemed scary...
Her skin began to crawl and itch and it seemed much hairier than
usual as she scratched. Her blood began pulsing in her veins until
it started to hurt. Then the pain truly began and she felt the urge
to howl once more! Her thoughts became unclear and filled with
anger...
Then her world went dark and only pain remained.
When she could finally think again, Tara realized she was curled
into the fetal position, her knees hugged into her bosom.
Something about that felt strange, like something that should be
felt but was missing. She had more to worry about though. She
was still chained up, and a prisoner. What the devil had happened
to her, and was her Willow safe?
~~~~~~
Willow hummed to herself as she heard the shower run. Her
sweetie was up and about. She looked down at herself and figured
there was just enough time to get dressed before the bacon was
done. She praised the gods for microwaves once again and ran to
their bedroom. Willow tossed her bathrobe on the bed and donned
a bra. She borrowed a skirt Tara didn't like anymore but looked
great on her, and put on a nice blouse to go with it. Her make-up
would just have to wait, the omelets needed to be turned over.
She swiftly ran back to the kitchen, but Buffy was there. Her best
friend had let herself in and was flipping over the eggs.
"Morning, Willow! I hope you don't mind but I didn't think you
wanted to set off the smoke alarm with our breakfast." Buffy
giggled, so her best girlfriend would know she was joking. Willow
was surprisingly flexible, much like her namesake, but her high
intelligence sometimes let her hear nuances in words that no one
intended to say. It was usually good to be clear what you meant
when chatting about something that could be taken the wrong
way. Like burned eggs, for example. Buffy changed the topic and
commented on Willow's outfit. "Nice skirt, Will! Is that new?"
Willow twirled around and was pleased by Buffy's question. Buffy
had great taste in clothes, as did Tara. "No, this skirt is Tara's.
It is nice, isn't it?"
Buffy giggled again. "Just another benefit of having a female
lover, right, Willow? If I wore Angel's or Riley's pants, they
would be so big on me I would trip in them and probably look like a
clown. You, on the other hand, can wear her clothes and look
fantastic! It's almost enough to make me consider a change in the
gender of my next significant other if Riley and I ever break up...
Not that we will, of course," Buffy quickly added, trying not to let
her doubts about her own relationship show. She wasn't ready to
talk about it yet.
Willow and Buffy started to prepare the table for breakfast and
the sounds of a shower stopped. "Tara should be down shortly,
Buffy. We both have classes to get to soon." The two girlfriends
discussed their courses while they waited for Tara to join them.
Oz toweled off his new body slowly. It was far more sensitive to a
towel than his male skin ever was. He supposed it was because of
a combination of softer skin and less hair on the body he now
possessed. His legs were so incredibly smooth! He marveled at
the soft white skin. Apparently Tara wasn't a fan of the sun.
That was all right, as long as she wasn't a vampire, of course! His
new skin felt as if he was fatter than usual but a long look in the
full length mirror at the attractive nude young woman reflected
back at him and he knew his new form had no excess weight
problem!
Oz realized he was now quite a beauty, though Willow was of
course far more the beautiful of the two of them. The young
woman in the mirror was an image he would have to start to think
of as his own, a vastly different one from the slender male body he
had lived with until this morning. He rubbed his smooth hairless
chin and realized he would never have a goatee again. In fact, the
only shaving he would have to worry about would be his legs and
under his arms.
Oz wrapped a towel around his body, quickly readjusting it around
his bosom to fit the girl that he now was. It easily covered up the
empty triangle of hair between his legs as well as the ample
curves his chest offered. He quickly went back to the room he
had awoken in and the chill of the corridor hit his body after
leaving the warmth of the bathroom. He looked around the
bedroom and located Tara's bureau from the lack of familiar
Willow artifacts atop it. Poking around, he found a drawer filled
with bras and panties. He remembered his intention to wear bras
with the full chest he now had and tried to put one on. It was a lot
harder to get into than it was to take one off.
Oz thought about what he knew about bras and finally
remembered one night when he had watched Willow put one on
after they had made love. It seemed to trigger some memories in
the body he wore and felt like the right way to put one on. So he
put it on backwards as Willow had, and twisted it around. Then he
bent forward a bit and positioned his new body parts into the
proper place in the bra. After adjusting it a bit for a more
comfortable feel, he pulled on the panties. The bra worked! The
boobs no longer swung around like they did in the shower while he
washed his legs. He hadn't minded them bumping into each other
as well as his arms and legs while washing, in fact it was rather
pleasant, but it was also very strange and he had to deal with
more than just a stranger's body this morning. He had to handle a
brand new life and identity as Tara.
It seemed a formidable task. A few foreign memories popping
into his mind were becoming helpful, like knowing that he, or
rather Tara, had planned to wear a blue pantsuit, but so many
other things were still unknown to the spirit of the man inside the
body of Tara. Even the report he'd received back in Paris from a
private detective he'd hired to gather information about her life
contained only surface information. He hadn't been able to let the
man dig deeper because of his fear that Willow would find out or
the man might uncover Buffy as the slayer. He had an idea of
where he should go to attend classes and the names of a few
friends and teachers, and the report also included her fashion
tastes and styles, but beyond that, he would have to wing it.
He could hear Buffy's voice downstairs and pulled on the lowest
heeled shoes he could find that fit his small feet. Looking at all
the shoes in the closet, it was hard to believe that Willow's feet
were even smaller than his were now. He would have to start
thinking of shoes as pointed things with heels instead of the round,
wide and flat, and more importantly, comfortable, shoes he had
worn as a male. He brushed out Tara's hair as best he could,
trying to match it to the picture on the bureau. He wondered
again how she was doing with his former body as he went
downstairs to have breakfast with the love of his life and his old
friend Buffy.
~~~~~
Tara screamed as she stared down at a dirty, hairy, and very
masculine body! Her beautiful curves were gone. There was no
doubt at all that she was no longer female. She was a lesbian but
that didn't mean she hadn't seen a few penises in her short life.
And hers wanted to go to the bathroom. There was a drain in the
corner that seemed to be the closest thing to a bathroom in the
cell she was locked in. Embarrassed though she was, she had to
go, and so she did. It was weird and strange. It was a more
powerful feeling than she had ever felt while going to the
bathroom, and it was over faster as well. It was more efficient
than the old squat and piss method women had to employ when
there were no bathrooms around. There was nothing else to do
but go to another corner and wait. Someone had to have put her
here, and in the wrong body, probably one of Buffy's enemies, and
she hoped they planned to let her go. She prayed her Willow was
safe and sound...
~~~~~
Oz entered the kitchen and Willow came up to him and kissed him
on the mouth. It was a brief kiss with Buffy nearby, but a nice
one. A very nice one. She tasted the same as he remembered but
it felt a little different. He realized his lips were... thicker...
now, and perhaps a little more sensitive to the touch of the lips of
another. He felt his breasts press against Willow's smaller bosom.
Another weird yet wonderful feeling. It excited his new body in
ways that were almost familiar and yet so very different at the
same time. He looked forward to exploring those feelings with
Willow later on. As a man, he had been rather short and his new
body was about the same height as the last time he had kissed her
as a man, but that was about all that hadn't changed greatly since
the spell had been cast. He had to restrain a chuckle at his little
joke as he took a quick look down at his curvaceous female body.
He still had two legs, two arms and a head. It really wasn't
beyond his ability to adjust to a new gender, he thought. Now that
he had Willow back in his life, he felt like he could adapt to
anything!
Buffy complimented Oz on the pantsuit he was wearing. "Thank
you, Buffy." he said as demurely as he could. His higher pitched
voice sounded strange to his ears. The investigator's report had
indicated Tara was a shy and retiring type of girl, so Oz planned
to speak as little as possible for a while. He needed to catch up to
speed on the new life he was going to live as Tara.
Getting adjusted to being a female would be more difficult than he
had expected. A simple meal was a new experience and there was
much to learn. Every word he spoke, every move he made served
to remind him of the new female physicality he now possessed.
Even the food tasted different than before. Willow had put cream
and sugar into his coffee apparently copying the way Tara like
hers prepared, and so he had to drink it like that now that he was
she. But to his surprise, he liked the coffee prepared in that
fashion. Oz remained quiet through the meal, happy just to watch
Willow chat with Buffy. Soon, the meal was over and Buffy left
for school.
Willow linked an arm through Oz's and escorted her lover's body
back to the bedroom. She picked out a pair of earrings and
handed them to Oz. "I think my new earrings would look great
with that suit, Tara. Why don't you try them on, dear?" Luckily,
Oz had worn an earring for years so putting on a pair of
somewhat more elaborate jewelry wasn't too difficult a task for
the former man to handle. Putting on make-up was something
else. He managed to cover his lips with lipstick well enough.
Reading through several women's magazines back in Paris had
been very informative. Still, the real thing was something quite
different.
Willow had also made up her lips and had done her eyes up a bit as
well. "Aren't you going to do your eyes as well, Tara? You have
such pretty eyes!" She loved Tara but the girl lacked self esteem
due to an abusive father. Willow tried to build up her girlfriend's
self confidence whenever possible. Besides, Tara DID have very
pretty eyes!
Oz blushed at the thought of having eyes that could be called
'pretty'. He needed to give an answer that would cover his lack
of knowledge about cosmetics. "No, I think I'll go the natural
route today, these wonderful earrings are going to gather enough
attention. They really are nice. Thanks for loaning them to me."
Hopefully, that would throw her off the track of him not knowing
how to make up Tara's eyes.
"You're welcome, Tara. Oh my, look at the clock! We have to
hustle if we want to get to our classes on time. Here's your
purse." Willow grabbed two purses and handed Oz one that
presumably belonged to Tara. Then she took him by the hand and
led the new Tara out into a new life, a life where a man named Oz
was just a distant memory to two women who loved each other.
~~~~~
Tara heard a click on the second day of captivity and a key
dropped from a box built into the ceiling. She cautiously unlocked
her chains and opened the cell with the key. A pair of pants and a
shirt waited in a corridor leading outside. She had no money and
was afraid of turning into an animal again.
She had been shocked to find herself stranded in France. It was a
foreign land and no one seemed to speak English. She stole some
change from a table in an outdoor cafe and tried to call Willow to
warn her of the attack that had turned her into a man who turned
into an animal. But when she heard her own voice answer the
phone and Willow laughing at something in the background, she
hung up. If Willow was happy, how could she go back and destroy
that happiness. She couldn't. If Willow was happy with an
imitation of her, than that was the way it had to be. Her father
was right. She wasn't worthy of happiness. Losing her body and
her life and especially Willow all in one night proved that to her
beyond any hopes her fragile ego could find.
Tara found a job at a local French vineyard, and when she felt the
urge of her body to become less than human, she ran away and
locked herself back up inside the cage she had woke up in during
her first night in a new body. As a werewolf, she howled through
the night for the loss of her mate. Then in the morning she cried
over the loss of her former life. Lonely months passed by for
Tara until eventually she met a French waitress at dinner one
night after work who spoke English. After several weeks and
many meals a physical attraction to the woman eventually led to a
romantic relationship. The French woman wasn't Willow, but she
was nice and had a good heart. At least no one seemed upset that
she loved a woman anymore. That was at least one benefit of
having a man's body besides the obvious ones she had discovered
once their relationship had moved from the living room into the
bedroom.
~~~~~
Back in Sunnydale, there were some close calls for the new Tara
but no one suspected Willow's lover of being a different person on
the inside.
Tara's generally shy demeanor, and the fact that the former Oz
already knew so much about almost every one of Willow's friends,
at least those which cared about Willow the most, paid off well for
the gender-bent Oz. He was quietly able to observe them all long
enough to catch up on what he had missed while he was away.
Oz had a harder road to follow as Willow's girlfriend than he had as
her friend. To Oz, the new relationship as lesbian lovers was quite
different than the couple of years they had shared as boyfriend
and girlfriend. Now he had to be the girlfriend! Willow was upset
for a while that Tara had suddenly lost the feminine skills that made
her a superior lover, but to gain time, 'Tara' put the blame on the
stress of school. What Willow was unaware of was that it had taken
some time for Oz to adjust to his new, very feminine body. A few
weeks after he went through his first period, a very important event
in a young woman's life, 'Tara's' bedroom skills began to flourish
again as Oz learned what his own womanly body desired.
Not long afterwards, the two females were soon happy, full
time lovers again.
As Oz became more comfortable in the role of "Tara", he
gradually 'grew out' of the shy reputation created by his
predecessor; and after studying witchcraft for a while with Willow,
the new Tara became a vital part of the vampire hunting group of
friends and supporters to the Slayer.
The End
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