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Class Magic
By Ariel Davidson
Mark and Cheryl Thomas sat curled together on their living room
couch watching a late night TV movie. A few years ago they might
have gone out to a movie or dancing on Saturday night, but lately
they spent almost every evening at home. Even though they were
childless and didn't have to worry about the expense and trouble
of finding a baby sitter, they didn't feel like going out much.
Mark worked as a service writer for a Ford dealership and Cheryl
worked in the bakery of the local supermarket. Together they made
just enough money to support their modest home with very little
to spare. They didn't have much money left over for dinners out
or movies and even if they did, they really didn't feel much like
going anywhere.
Mark was starting to drift off to sleep when his wife picked her
head up off his shoulder. Something on television had grabbed her
attention. It was one of those cheap ads that often play in the
wee hours of the morning, soliciting business for bankruptcy
lawyers or peddling the latest kitchen miracle device. But this
one was even flakier than most; it was advertising a magic class!
And not card tricks or slight of hand aids. This commercial
promised that you could learn real magic, such as teleportation,
levitation, or transformation.
"Like those real psychics that you can call for two dollars a
minute." said Mark disdainfully. "Let's turn that junk off and go
to bed."
But Cheryl was already looking for a pencil to write down the
phone number.
"I'm going to call them first thing Monday morning. The first
class is free and it can't be a bigger waste of time than
watching these stupid movies on TV."
She did have a point there. So during the day on Monday she
called Mark at work to tell him that they were both enrolled. The
first class was scheduled for that very evening in a nearby
storefront. The last time Mark had noticed the place it was being
used by Jenny Craig.
They arrived about five minutes before the class was scheduled to
start. In addition to the instructor, there were nine new
students in attendance. In addition to Mark and Cheryl, there
were three other couples and a single man in his late twenties.
His nametag identified him as Charles Ross and Mark didn't like
him from the start. He figured that a single guy could only be
there for one reason; to pick up women. All the women in the
class were married. Which, Mark figured, won't necessarily stop
him from trying.
The instructor started the class by demonstrating some of his own
abilities. In front of each of the students was an unlighted
candle. He quickly glanced around the room. As his eyes settled
on each candle, it would immediately burst into flame. He then
told them that in two or three weeks, each of them would be able
to perform this simple act.
"But I realize that is not very impressive. So watch me closely."
Where he had been standing just a blink of an eye before, now
stood a young girl, perhaps ten years of age.
"In as little as two months, many of you will be able to do this,
or maybe even more unbelievable things."
He said all of this in the young child's voice. And then, just as
quickly, he returned to his original form. He then proceeded to
start the class. The first lesson was for each student to learn
how to light the candle in front of his or her seat. Even though
none of them were able to produce as much as a puff of smoke, by
the end of the class, all nine of them enrolled.
By the time the next Monday came, Mark was convinced that they
had fallen victim to a scam, but since he had already paid for
the class, they showed up just the same. Five minutes into the
class, Charles succeeded in lighting his candle. Mark now figured
that in addition to picking up women, Charles was there as a
plant, placed there to convince everyone to stay in the class.
But before the class was over, Cheryl's candle was also burning
in front of her.
The next Monday, the instructor pulled Cheryl and Charles away by
themselves to start working on some simple transformations, while
the remainder of the class continued to work with the candles. By
the time two more lessons had passed, the entire class had
learned to light the candle. All, that is, except Mark.
"You're just too skeptical." Cheryl told him. "That's the only
reason you can't do any magic."
By now Cheryl could consistently turn apples into oranges and
perform other similar transformations, both in and outside of
class. In fact, she was the most advanced of all the students,
except for Charles. He was progressing at a rate that amazed even
the instructor.
At the next class, the instructor brought everyone together to
demonstrate what they had learned. Cheryl turned her mousy brown
hair to a brilliant blonde and received everyone's admiration.
Mark, of course, had nothing to show. He still hadn't learned to
light his candle. When Charles' turn came, he smiled and
concentrated for a bit. Then everyone in the class, except for
Mark, began to chuckle. Cheryl looked at Mark, and then pointed
at his legs. Instead of the khaki dockers that he had been
wearing when he came in, Mark was now wearing a light colored
knee length skirt and tan pantyhose!
The instructor chuckled as well. "All right Charles, you've had
your little joke." he said, but even after Charles reversed the
transformation of Mark's clothing, the instructor's shy smile was
a clear indication that he was pleased with the progress of his
star pupil.
"Okay, class, have a little social time." When everyone's eyes
were off him, the instructor motioned to Cheryl, indicating that
he want to speak with her privately outside the classroom. They
conferred together for about ten minutes. Then Cheryl returned
and told Mark that the instructor needed to speak with him now.
"I'm removing you from the class." he told the still embarrassed
Mark. "You're just not making any progress and that little
demonstration today should have given you a small taste of what
could happen to you if you stay around those of greater ability."
Mark was relieved. At least he could avoid any further
humiliation. "I suppose Cheryl knows."
"Yes. I wanted to tell her first so that she could have some time
to decide if she wanted to stay in the class without you. But she
came to a decision very quickly."
"I'm sure she must be very disappointed."
"Oh, you don't understand! She decided to stay in the class, and
I think she made the right choice. A talent like hers could
actually become dangerous if she doesn't receive the proper
training."
Neither of the Thomas couple said one word during the drive home.
The next Monday, Cheryl went to the class alone. She came home
bubbling with excitement.
"The instructor is going to give special instruction to me and
Charles after class, starting next week."
"After class? How late will you be?"
"I should be getting home around 1:00."
"Don't you think it's dangerous for you to be out that late by
yourself"
"I already thought about that. But Charles has offered to pick me
up and take me home! Isn't that sweet?"
Mark didn't think so, but he held his tongue. He wasn't at all
pleased with the way this was going.
The next week, Mark was asleep by the time Charles dropped Cheryl
off. The week after that, he resolved to stay awake. At 1:30,
Mark started to become concerned. Cheryl should be home by now!
Just after 2:00, he heard voices coming up the walk. He couldn't
recognize Cheryl's voice, but whoever was coming apparently had a
key to his front door. When the door opened, a very attractive
black couple entered. The woman was dressed in short shorts and a
tight top, displaying a traffic stopping body. The man was tall
and athletic, and his tight pants showed that he was also well
endowed.
"Oh, Mark, I didn't think you'd still be up!" exclaimed the woman
in a southern accented voice, "But I'm so happy you are. Just
look what we did!"
Mark then realized that the couple was Cheryl and Charles,
showing off some of their new skills. Mark was visibly
displeased.
"Are you feeling left out?" Charles apparently wanted to rub it
in. "Maybe you'd like to join the family."
Mark knew that Charles was going to perform another one of his
little demonstrations. And he was right. He found himself
transformed into a black teenaged girl, just past adolescence.
"That's not funny! Change me back right now!" demanded Mark in a
high-pitched voice.
"Why would I want to do that?" replied Charles. "Just sit here
and watch some TV, while me and Mamma have some fun back in the
bedroom."
Now it was Cheryl's turn to look displeased. "Change him back,
Charles. I think we've had enough fun."
Charles complied with her request. But he wasn't through.
"What do you want with him? I'm clearly better equipped to take
care of a woman's needs."
"I think you better go now, Charles."
As soon as he was out the door, Cheryl restored her normal
appearance.
"I promise that won't happen again." She tried to reassure Mark,
but he was still very upset. Cheryl had taken his side this time.
How long would she continue to do so?
Mark didn't have to wait too long for the answer. On Sunday
afternoon the phone rang. Cheryl answered it.
"Oh right, Charles. How could I forget? I'll be over in half an
hour."
"Mark, I need to get something from Charles. I'll be back in an
hour or two."
Mark didn't like the idea of Cheryl spending any time at Charles'
place, and asked to go along. Soon they pulled up in front of
Charles' townhouse. From inside they could hear a large dog
barking. Then they heard Charles yelling at the dog to be quiet.
Soon afterward he opened the door.
"Come in. Don't mind Lady. She's just a little excited because
she's in heat. I was going to have her bred, but the dog I wanted
isn't available. Hey, you don't suppose..."
He turned and looked at Mark.
"No! Absolutely not!"
"Come on Mark", Cheryl chimed in. "I'm sure it would be fun. And
I promise I won't get mad at your for being unfaithful to me."
Mark couldn't believe his ears. His own wife wanted him to mate
with a dog! He briefly considered escape, but where could he go?
He could go home, but he would still have to face Cheryl
eventually.
So Mark decided to go along. At Cheryl's suggestion, he removed
his clothing so that Charles wouldn't have to make it vanish as
part of the transformation. The next thing he knew, he was on all
fours on the floor. After he was changed back, his memory of his
time as dog was very unclear. Cheryl explained to him that in
order to get him to mate with Lady, Charles had to actually make
him a dog, rather than a human in dog form. To get the proper
sexual response, Mark needed a dog brain, which of course did not
include a human speech center. Not only was he unable to talk, he
was also incapable of verbal cognition.
So Mark's memories consisted of images of the world from a dog's
perspective and the experience of sounds, some of which were
human speech that he was incapable of deciphering. But the most
vivid was of an overpowering scent that almost directly dictated
his actions. One thing was clear to him. From a combination of
the images and sounds, along with some very intense (and
pleasurable) sensations, he knew without a doubt that he had
"done the deed' with Lady. And to add to Mark's "experience"
Cheryl and Charles decided to wait to restore Mark to human form
until Monday night after class.
Cheryl seemed to think that the whole thing was a big joke. Mark
could no longer avoid the painful truth that his relationship
with his wife was starting to break down. He wanted to contact
the class instructor, but the storefront was apparently unused
except for the Monday night class. Before then, there was another
event that Mark had to deal with; Cheryl's birthday was Saturday.
Mark was hoping that Cheryl wouldn't let Charles interfere with
what might be their last celebration together. For a while, it
seemed that he would get his wish. Then, Charles asked Cheryl out
for Friday night, so that they could celebrate early. This was
not exactly the way Mark wanted things to turn out, but he was
too afraid of the rapidly developing powers of his wife and her
paramour to object.
Mark's fear was overridden by his jealousy as he watched Cheryl
prepare herself for her date with Charles. She spent over an hour
showering, shaving her legs, and working on her hair and makeup.
He couldn't remember when she had gone to so much trouble for
him. She even put on a new set of lingerie that he had never seen
before. He really didn't care if Charles had given her such an
intimate gift, or if she had purchased it herself with her meager
personal spending allowance. Either way, he resented the way that
Charles had come between him and the love of his life.
"I don't want you to go out with him", Mark said with
determination.
"What's wrong with me going out with a friend? That's all he is,
Mark. A friend that I share a common interest with."
"Is that all you share with him? A common interest! What about
that night you came home as a black couple? Where did you go
before you came home?"
"We did stop at a club for a while, to see how people would react
to us. And I enjoyed it! But it doesn't mean that we are having
an affair, if that's what you think. Would you feel better if you
went along with us?"
Cheryl turned away from the closet to face Mark. She saw that his
face was red and flustered.
"Yes! Yes I would feel better!"
"The choice is yours. Of course, Charles did make the
reservations for two." Cheryl smiled in a way that Mark had never
seen before. A chill went up his spine.
Mark fell back against the bed and collapsed. He tried to get up,
but he couldn't move a muscle. He could only look straight up at
the ceiling. Soon he saw Cheryl bending over him with that
strange smile still on her face.
"I really am getting good at this!" she said, obviously very
pleased with herself. She bent down and easily picked up Mark and
held him against her body. She turned to face the full-length
mirror and Mark could see that she had turned him into a little
black dress. This time, she had given him the form of a dress,
rather than actual making him into a dress. He could see and hear
as he normally would, although he was completely incapable of
speech. She dressed herself in her husband's latest form, and
continued getting ready for Charles.
Their evening out did seem to be perfectly innocent, but Mark was
upset by the fact that Charles had taken her to a much nicer
restaurant than he had been considering for the next evening.
There was no way that Mark could possible afford to show Cheryl
such a good time, and she clearly enjoyed it. It wasn't until the
end of the evening that Cheryl let Charles know how she had
obtained the stunning dress that he had been admiring all
evening.
"Why, hello Mark!" was his response. "I hope you had an enjoyable
evening. Maybe I should have let you pick up the check."
Mark was thankful that Charles didn't accept Cheryl's invitation
to come in as Charles dropped her off. Then, she surprised him by
being somewhat apologetic as she undressed and restored Mark to
human form. She even tried to make love to him, but not
surprisingly, Mark was unable to perform.
The next day Mark made up his mind to confront the enticing
magician who was stealing his spouse. He told Cheryl that he
needed to run a few errands, then drove to Charles' townhouse,
walked up to the front door and rang the bell. He was relieved
not to see any sign of Lady when Charles answered the door.
But Charles was not going to leave that situation alone. "Here to
see your lady friend?" he asked with more than a little sarcasm
in his voice.
"No! I'm here to see you about my wife! I want you to stay away
from her! Starting immediately."
"It's not my fault that you don't have what it takes to keep her.
Why don't you admit it? You've lost her. And I think I know just
how to make her realize it"
Suddenly, Mark's world went entirely dark. Just like when he had
been in the form of a dress, he was unable to move, but there was
a difference. This time he felt like he was tightly folded up on
himself. Then, everything around him started to move. After a
while he realized that he was in a box, and someone, probably
Charles, was carrying him. His suspicions were confirmed when he
heard the muffled voices of Charles and Cheryl in an excited
conversation. He could understand enough to realize that Charles
was presenting whatever he was now to his wife as a birthday
present!
He could feel the vibrations as Cheryl unwrapped her present.
Light flooded in as she opened the box and, for the second time
in as many days, lifted him up by his 'shoulders'.
As she shook him out she shrieked, "Oh thank you Charles! It's
lovely"
"I want you to try it on right now."
She blushed for a few seconds, then swallowed and replied "All
right." Leaving Charles in the living room, she went back into
the bedroom to change, clutching Mark in one hand.
Once in the bedroom, she removed all her clothing and dressed
herself in Mark's latest incarnation. When he could finally see
their combined reflection in the mirror he was horrified. He was
now a very revealing ice blue teddy with white lace trim. Cheryl
was enthralled with the image in the mirror. She started to
gently caress her body through the sensuous garment. Mark found
her touch was exciting him, as if she were stroking his most
exogenous area with cool smooth satin.
When Cheryl returned to the living room, she found that Charles
had changed clothes as well. He was wearing a dark colored silk
robe, which was open to display his matching boxer shorts. He was
sitting in the corner of the coach, inviting her to join him. On
the coffee table was an iced bottle of champagne. She thought
just for a second about Mark's expected return. Hoping that he
wouldn't return too soon, she curled up next to Charles. Soon the
two of them were making out like teenagers.
As their love making progressed towards the inevitable, Cheryl
started to remove the teddy. "No, please", purred Charles. "I
want you to leave it on."
Soon, Cheryl was lying back, invited Charles to enter her. She
moved Mark's crotch aside to facilitate her lover's penetration.
Mark was in total despair as his wife, wearing him, was pleasured
by another man. Her eventual orgasm seemed to be more intense
than any that Mark could recall her having in all the years of
their marriage.
Afterwards, Cheryl and Charles lay together in each other's arms.
"Maybe you should go now", suggested Cheryl. "Before Mark gets
back"
"But Mark's already here."
"What!" Cheryl reflexively jumped away from his arms.
"Settle, down, dear. It's all right. You're wearing him."
She pulled at the bodice of the teddy. "You mean this is Mark?"
"Yes"
"I want you to turn him back. Now."
"No. I want you to think about it for a while. Let me stay the
night. If you still feel the same way in the morning, I'll change
him back then. Just give me a chance to show you my love."
Cheryl agreed. If Mark still had eyes, he would have cried them
out that night.
Things got a little better for Mark the next morning. Over
breakfast coffee, Cheryl told Charles that she wanted him to
restore Mark to human form, and then leave the two of them
together for the day. She said that she realized that continuing
their marriage wasn't really possible the way things were now,
but she still loved him. She didn't want to leave him like this.
Cheryl went back to the bedroom to take Mark off and change into
shorts and a top. She came back out carefully carrying her
husband as if he were fragile and would break if she dropped him.
Charles restored him, then left without a word. He had lost a
battle, but he was still confident that he would win the war.
Mark and Cheryl had a pleasant day together. They had both
resigned themselves to the future. How could they continue their
lives together with the chasm between them that was created by
Cheryl's new abilities?
Late in the day, Cheryl excused herself to make a private phone
call. When she was finished, she told Mark that she had spoken
with the instructor. He wanted to see both of them together. He
would come to the house in an hour.
As soon as the instructor arrived, Cheryl's entire attitude was
transformed. She clearly held him in the highest regard and
treated him with complete deference. Mark was certain that
whatever advice he gave would be accepted by Cheryl without
question. Initially, he seemed to ignore Mark's presence. Cheryl
told him their story from her point of view, but Mark felt that
she presented the facts fairly and accurately. When she was
finished, the instructor turned his attention to Mark.
"I fully expected this, Mark. In my experience, relationships
between adepts and non-adepts just do not work. The adept's power
gives too much advantage in what should be a balanced
partnership, and can even put the non-adept partner in danger, as
you are beginning to discover. It would be in your best interests
to grant Cheryl a divorce, move on, and forget her."
Mark was not at all willing to accept this. "No! I can't just
forget her. It's not that simple. I will fight this. It's all
your fault! You continued to teach her when you knew what it
would do to our marriage."
"I suppose I should assume some responsibility. Since you are not
willing to give Cheryl her freedom, I will try to make things
easier for you."
Mark's world suddenly shifted. It was not nearly as drastic as
becoming a dog, but everything around him became a little bit
taller. Not knowing exactly what he would find, he looked down at
his body. The first thing that he noticed was two large breasts,
followed by a trim stomach and waist, a strangely flat crotch,
and two smooth legs.
"Cheryl, say hello to your cousin, Marcie"
"But my name is Marcie, I mean Marcie! What have you done?"
"It is quite simple. I have given you a push towards a new life.
You are now Cheryl's 20 year old cousin, Marcie. Since you are in
a sense starting over, I gave you back several years of life to
make up for the time you spent married to Cheryl. You can even
stay with here with her for a few months until you get more
established on your own. But at the same time, I made sure that
you couldn't continue your marriage or your relationship as you
did before. You are a very attractive young woman and I'm sure
you won't have any trouble finding a new partner."
Without any further discussion, the instructor left Cheryl and
Marcie to sort things out. They found that the once empty spare
bedroom now contained a bed and dresser, plus a reasonable
wardrobe for a woman Marcie's age. But there were other practical
matters to address, and Cheryl brought them up right away.
"Without Mark's income, you're going to need to get a job right
away," She was right. The instructor had done nothing to pad
Cheryl's meager back account, and Cheryl was not comfortable with
trying to live on her magical abilities until she had a little
more experience.
So Marcie spent the first few days looking for work. Her options
were somewhat limited, given her lack of background or
experience. She ended up using the one asset she did have, her
figure. Marcie was hired as a waitress by the local Hooters
restaurant. Soon she realized that it was an excellent situation
for her. The work was somewhat physically demanding, but her
youthful athletic body was well equipped to handle it. The tips
were good and her constant exposure to the public forced her to
deal with the issues of living as an attractive female. She even
started to make friends 'her own age', which was a good thing
since much of Cheryl's non-working time was spent with Charles.
However, Cheryl did refuse Charles' request that she move in with
him. She wasn't going to even consider it until Marcie was able
to take care of herself on her own.
For the most part, Marcie was happy. Cheryl was even a little
envious of her developing youthful enthusiasm. One Wednesday
afternoon she mentioned this to Marcie.
"Well, why don't you try it for yourself? It's well within your
power to match your age to mine. Tonight is my night off and you
don't have any plans. We can go out together. It'll be fun!"
"I wonder why I didn't think of that?"
Soon both young women were ready for a night on the town. They
did the kinds of things together that Mark and Cheryl once did
when they were dating. They went from club to club, had a little
food, and drank a little together. They even found a place where
two attractive young women could dance together without appearing
out of place. Later they found themselves in a dark corner of
that same club in each other's arms. They decided that they
should continue their activities in greater privacy at home.
When they got home, Cheryl was too distracted by her impatience
to resume things with Marcie to notice that the light on the
phone answering machine was flashing. By the time Charles
arrived, Cheryl and Marcie were both naked in bed together,
enjoying each other's bodies. Cheryl had given Charles his own
key to the house, so he let himself in without knocking. He burst
into the bedroom, startling the two young lovers. Then he started
screaming.
"I've been trying to call you all evening! What have you been up
to?"
Quickly he realized how silly that question must sound. Still
furious, he began thinking about how to take his revenge on both
of the Thomas girls.
"A couple of bitches in heat, that's what you are! And that's
what you'll be!"
He immediate tried to perform the transformation, but to his
surprise, nothing happened.
"I don't think so", said Cheryl calmly. "But on the other hand,
you seem to have trouble finding mates for Lady. I think I can
fix that, permanently!"
There was now a male German shepherd standing in place of
Charles, barking furiously.
The following Monday, Cheryl and Marcie got an explanation from
the instructor.
"Initially, Charles had more ability as an adept than Cheryl. But
it is well known that lesbians make the most powerful magicians.
Once her passion for Marcie unlocked her full potential, Cheryl
was easily able to block anything that Charles could do and deal
with him anyway she chose."
"So you had it planned this way all along?" Marcie asked shyly.
"Not at all. I was just doing as I thought best. But I did
realize that the situation had a certain... uh, potential."
And that was all the explanation that they ever got.
Alma
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