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It Looks Like a Witch's Moon: by Marti B
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Any
resemblance of the characters and event portrayed
in this story to any person living or dead or any
actual event is purely coincidental.
Witch's Moon
Richard was scared! No, that's not quite right,
Richard was absolutely terrified as he laid
ramrod straight in bed. The covers were pulled
tightly across the bridge of his nose leaving
only the top of his head visible.
"Just like a five year old afraid of the ugly
green monster in the closet" said Richard to no
one but himself.
At fifteen, Richard was no five year old. He
knew that the covers had no magic powers to
protect him just as if he knew that there were no
ugly green monsters lurking in his closet. His
monster looked like a beautiful woman and she
lived inside the north wall of his room. Her
looks, though, didn't make her any less
dangerous.
What a way to face your last hours of existence!
Cowering in bed like a sissy. Richard felt so
alone and vulnerable lying there. There was no
one to tell, no one to protect him. Why did his
parents have to buy this house? Why did his dad
have to get transferred to New England and why
did he end up living in some place called Good
Witch Cove? In the end, it really didn't matter.
All these things had happened and now, just two
days after turning fifteen, Richard's life was
about to end.
He remembered how he literally ran through the
house the first day his parents showed it to him.
He had three rooms to choose from but something
drew him to this room. Was it the lady in the
wall calling him even back then? He didn't know,
but here he was.
Everything started out great. School was neat
and he quickly made a lot of friends. He made
second string on the football team at strong
safety. He even played in the homecoming game
when Tom twisted his ankle. Richard was too
short and really didn't care about basketball but
he had a hard time containing his enthusiasm as
the first signs of spring heralded the coming of
baseball season.
None of that seemed to matter any more. He just
wasn't ready to die. There were so many
adventures to experience. Richard stole a glance
at the clock on the dresser. It said eleven
twenty-three. About an hour and a half to go he
thought.
Richard thought about the first time he saw the
woman in the wall. Several times over the
previous week, he had awakened with the certainty
that someone was in his room watching him as he
slept. Once or twice, he had even felt the light
brush of a hand across his cheek. What was it,
three weeks ago when he saw the figure disappear
into the wall? He had leapt from his bed and
followed the faint scent of perfume across the
room to the spot where she disappeared. In the
darkness, the wall looked solid. He pushed with
his shoulder and then dug his fingernails in to
try to gain some leverage, but the wall wouldn't
yield its secrets. Richard woke the next morning
with a vague recollection of the previous night's
events. He did remember that he had to look at
the north wall for a secret door. He searched
without much enthusiasm the next morning without
much luck.
Two nights later, he felt her presence again. He
slowly opened his eyes. He could just make out
her shape even though she stood only a couple of
feet away. Richard started to get out of bed but
a strange force seemed to suck the strength from
his muscles. As Richard struggled, unable to
escape the clutches of the covers the woman
smiled. Her laugh was musical as she lightly
brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"Oh, I can see that you'll do just fine." She
said. "Now, now girl. Quit squirming before you
hurt yourself. I'm not going to hurt you
tonight. However, wait until you turn fifteen.
The I'll be back seeking revenge for all the hurt
you and your people caused."
Richard continued to struggle as the woman slowly
glided over to the wall. She passed right
through the solid wall, which seemed to swallow
her completely. Even after she disappeared, he
was unable to free himself. Exhausted, he fell
into a troubled sleep. When he woke the next
morning, again he had a vague recollection of the
night's events but the details were blurred.
Since everything looked normal, he put the
incident behind him. He had no problems getting
up and out of bed. He felt tired, as if he had
just finished a work out but Richard attributed
that to just a bad dream.
A week later Richard woke in the middle of the
night for no apparent reason. As he opened his
eyes, though panic seized him. He wasn't in his
room! It looked like his room but it seemed to
be decorated for a girl. The windows had eyelet
curtains with floral tiebacks. The walls
appeared to be a hue of pastel lavender. His
bed, no this bed had a canopy! Even he felt
different. His hand unconsciously moved to his
head only to get tangled in his long flowing
curls. He sat up in bed and felt the weight of
his breasts. His hand moved from his head to his
chest. He gently touched his breast but his hand
seemed to pass right through his new skin.
Richard called out for help but the sound was
much higher pitched than his own crackling
adolescent male voice. Richard panicked! He
needed his mom, now! Richard's legs refused to
respond to his mind's commands. He sat in bed
held by an invisible force. A voice whispered in
his ear. A hand lightly stroked his cheek. The
panic lessened but fear firmly gripped poor
Richard. He felt rather than saw the mysterious
woman from the wall.
"Just a few short weeks, and all this will be
yours." She said. "Do you want to thank me now
or wait for your present before you express your
appreciation."
Richard tried but was unable to answer. He
wanted to call out for help. He wanted this
nightmare to end. He needed his mom!
Richard struggled to break free from the spell
that held him helpless. The lady once again
seemed to hover as she moved effortlessly through
the wall.
Again, Richard fell into a deep but troubled
sleep. The sun was just peeking above the
horizon when Richard woke. His first act was to
carefully peek from under the covers. Whew, it
was his room. Richard jumped from the bed and
headed to the place on the north wall where the
lady had disappeared. His purposeful stride
turned into a timid tiptoe approach as his
confidence slipped away. He wanted to run. He
needed to tell someone about his visitor the
previous night. But who?
All of that was in the past now. Tonight was the
last he'd spend with his family. A tear slowly
trickled from the corner of his eye. Richard was
too scared to release his grasp on the covers to
wipe it away. Richard stole another look at the
clock. The digital display told him it was
twelve fifteen, less than an hour to go. Richard
fell into a troubled sleep.
It must have been the chill that woke him!
Richard slowly opened his eyes. He didn't
recognize his surroundings. Where was he? He
realized that he was standing naked, facing the
north wall where the lady lived. Involuntarily,
his eyes lowered as he felt the lady emerge from
her lair.
"Well, well, I see my little girl is ready for
her big night. But, you'll catch a cold standing
here. Come child, get back into bed and pull the
covers up."
Richard followed the lady's instructions while an
inner voice screamed at him to resist. The lady
helped Richard snuggle into the covers. She
pulled the heavy quilt up to Richard's chin. She
brushed a wisp of hair from Richard's eye.
"Isn't it amazing, the trust we place in
inanimate objects." She said. "Take these
covers for example. An hour ago you clung to
them for protection and now, now they will be the
instrument of your change!"
Richard felt the covers tighten around his body.
He tried to escape but the soft material held
like steel. He opened his mouth to scream for
help, but a tendril of blanket filled his mouth.
It continued to snake its way down his throat.
Richard panicked! Was he going to die choking on
a quilt? He struggled vainly.
Suddenly, there was a new penetration as the
animated covered entered his rectum. He felt the
material swelling as it worked its way through
his lower body. Another penetration as the
covers entered the opening at the head of his
penis. This time, the covers seemed to be
pulling Richard's developing penis back into his
body. His body totally filled with the magic of
the covers convulsed violently on the bed. The
lady just stood there and smiled. Slowly she
began to fade as Richard lost consciousness.
"Rachel, Rachel Ann. Are you up yet! You're
going to be late for school!"
Richard shot up in bed at the sound of his mom's
voice. He was still dazed from his experiences
the previous night. He was also confused. He
was sure it was his mom's voice, but he didn't
recognize the name. Who was Rachel Ann?"
The answer to this last question came swiftly as
his bedroom door swung open and his mom's head
appeared.
"Come on Rachel. Get out of bed now and get into
the shower. Don't get your hair wet because we
don't have time to dry and style it. You'll have
to wear it in a clip again today."
"Mom!" Richard cried. "What happened?"
"You overslept again young lady. That's what
happened!"
His mom disappeared before Richard could ask any
more questions. He sat up and immediately felt
the changes in his body. He looked down to see
the cute breasts poking out of his nightgown.
His hair fell in a cascade of auburn curls across
his face. He looked up. He was in the room of
his dreams. The eyelet curtains, the canopy bed,
him, all the things in his dream had come true!
Richard went into the bathroom to shower.
Without thinking, he stood under the spray
soaking his body from head to toe. He emerged
from the shower and began to dry. He rubbed his
hair with the towel to get most of the moisture
out only to get his long hair hopelessly tangled.
He tried to pull a comb through but only managed
to get the comb stuck.
"Mom! Can you help me?"
"I swear Rachel, at times you just seem so
helpless." His mom said while carefully brushing
the tangles out of Richard's hair. She managed
to get the tangles out and started to braid her
daughter's hair in a single large braid.
"We don't have time to fix your hair today so
we'll just put it in a braid while its wet."
Breakfast was a quick glass of juice and a kiss
for mom as Rachel headed off to school. The feel
of the skirt brushing lightly on his legs was a
new and pleasant experience for Richard. He
loved the feel of the material as it softly
flowed back and forth in rhythm with his
footsteps. The shoes though were another story.
Richard had selected a pair of platform sandals
from the closet. He had seen girls wearing this
style before and thought is would be easy. It
was weird feeling the heel of the shoe dropping
away with each step only to reattach itself to
his heel on the ground. He almost tripped
several times because of the almost three inch
thickness of the soles of the shoes.
Richard also noticed how his body seemed to glide
down the sidewalk. He felt the sway of his hips
as the female anatomy did its job.
As he approached the school, Richard was seized
with panic. He normally hung out with Joe and
Tom before the morning bell but that was as a
guy. He had noticed that the girls seemed to
form into three groups; the cheerleaders and the
sports groupies, the geeks, and the "bad girls".
He really didn't know which group to join and he
didn't want to stand out in the middle of the
schoolyard by himself.
The problem was quickly resolved when he met
Jennifer just outside the school.
"Hi Rachel, running late again I see", said
Jennifer motioning toward the braid. "Me too."
Pointing at the twist of hair held in place by a
large brown alligator clip.
Jennifer led Richard over to the cheerleaders
where they joined Beth, Brittany, Alicia, Dawn,
and Amber. The whole time the girls talked
Rachel felt the stare of Amber who seemed to be
looking at the new girl with a smile.
By the time third period came around, Richard was
beginning to think that he had the problem. He
seemed to be the only one who knew that, up until
last night, he had been a boy. Everyone acted
and talked as if Rachel had been around forever.
Richard wanted to scream. He needed just one
person to talk to. He wanted to find out what
happened to him.
Richard went to his locker after third period
Literature. As he opened the locker, a small
folded piece of paper tumbled out. Richard bent
down and picked up the paper. As he opened it
his books crashed to the floor causing the normal
commotion to pause briefly as people looked at
the startled girl. The note hit him like a heavy
door.
"Hi Richard, Oh, I guess its Rachel now since the
little dick is gone. Quite a difference isn't
it. What's the worst part, being a girl now, or
realizing that no one misses poor Richard"
The note wasn't signed. Richard looked around,
scanning the faces to see if someone was
watching. Someone else knew! There was someone
who he could talk to. Richard headed off to
lunch.
The rest of the day was a blur as far as
schoolwork went. Richard watched the other
students trying to find out who had left the
note. He needed to talk. When was he going to
change back to his old self?
Richard walked home slowly after cheerleading
practice. Several times other girls would come
up to him to talk but none gave any sign that
they thought of him as anything but the girl he
had become.
About a block from his house, he heard a familiar
voice calling Rachel from behind. It was Tom!
"Hi Rachel. You looked great at practice today!
I had a hard time concentrating out there in left
field."
They talked about school and the weather.
Richard knew here was another agenda working here
but couldn't figure out what it was. Was Tom the
one who left the note? Richard almost asked but
then realized that it was a different agenda at
work. He knew that Tom was hitting on him. He
enjoyed flirting with the ruggedly handsome boy.
As they reached Richard's front walk Tom seemed
to muster his courage.
"Rachel, do you have a date for the spring
dance?"
"No, not yet." Richard answered.
"Would you go with me?"
"I'd love to!"
A quick kiss on the lips and Tom was off running
down the street. Richard turned toward his front
door with a smile. He was attracted to Tom. He
wanted Tom. As the full realization hit, the
smile dissolved into fear. Richard ran into the
house and sped up the stairs and into the safety
of his room. Safety? After last night? Now,
that was a joke and Richard couldn't help but
laugh.
Dinner with mom and dad was tough. Didn't they
care about their missing son? It seemed like
they had forgotten ever having a son. Mom asked
about Tom. It was obvious from her questions
that she saw the events on the sidewalk. It was
just as obvious that she approved.
Richard woke in plenty of time to get ready for
school the next day. He showered and carefully
brushed out the tangles in his hair. He blew his
hair almost dry then began rolling it on a set of
large heated rollers. His hands seemed to move
without thought indicating years of practice.
Was this whole boy thing just a delusion?
Richard sat at the vanity in his room and began
applying makeup. He began with a light powder.
He added just the right amount of blush to
accentuate his cheekbones. Eyeliner went on
smoothly as did the red lipstick. He sat back to
look at the results and was pleased. God, he was
a good-looking girl. He selected a demi-bra from
the drawer and hooked it in the back. A matching
thong was next. The day was supposed to be warm
so Richard picked out a bright green tank top and
a contrasting mini-skirt. He went back into the
bathroom to remove the rollers just as mom called
from downstairs.
"I'll be right down mom!" He called as he brushed
his hair. A few touches with the curling iron, a
light misting of hairspray and he was ready for
the day. Well, not totally ready because there
was still that voice that reminded him that guys
didn't dress this way.
Richard almost lost control in Literature. He
was sitting there listening to the lecture when a
flood of memories assaulted him. Boy memories
like fishing, hiking, playing football. Memories
of times spend with friends in guy talk. The
realization that he would never experience these
boyhood pleasures again bore down on him like a
tremendous weight. He raised his hand and asked
to if he could be excused. A couple of boys in
the class made some comments about "that time of
month." Richard ran into the hall, leaned up
against the lockers, and sobbed.
"The second day is the toughest", a voice said.
Richard looked up to see Amber standing next to
him.
"What?"
"The second day. I just told you that this is
the worst day following the change, Richard."
"You know? How?"
"I know because I went through the same thing two
years ago. Come on, we need to get away from
here before the bell rings and the place turns
into the normal zoo."
Amber led Richard out a side door and then
through a gate. The two girls walked down Maple
to the park. They found a secluded bench and
sat.
"What happened to me?" Richard began.
"It's a long story." Replied Amber. "It all goes
back to the late seventeen hundreds and the
Pilgrims. The area around here was originally
settled by the Brammert family a couple of years
after the landing at Plymouth Rock. The
Brammerts built the large stone house that you
live in today. Anyway, people followed the
Brammerts to the area. Back then it was called
Brammert Cove."
"It was a couple of years later that the witch
panic hit the town. The smoke from the fires in
Salem was visible to the north. I couldn't find
out what caused the accusation, but the Brammert
twins Ethan and Elvira were accused of being
witches. Their mother pleaded with the mob to
spare her children but to no avail. As the fires
were lit, the mother's voice raised above the
noise of the crowd. She cursed the town and
everyone in it. She swore that because the town
had stolen her children she would steal their
legacy. Not one surname of the people present
would survive."
"The crowd turned on the old woman. A third fire
burned that afternoon and the glow could be seen
as far away as Salem that night."
"Well, the town quickly forgot the curse but a
strange thing was happening. All the children
were girls. This went on for several years. One
by one, without a male child to carry on the
family name, the surnames began to disappear.
The problem was no one seemed to care."
"The town almost disappeared in the 1830s but had
a resurgence after the Civil War. The cove was
renamed Witches Cove then and was changed to
Goodwitch Cove in about 1885. When the people
returned, the curse returned as well. In 1897,
the Goodwitch High School was renamed Brammert
Girls Academy. There are no records, but the
implications are clear if you understand the
curse."
"In the 1930s, the strange predominance of female
children caught the attention of a young
researcher from Harvard. He came to Goodwitch
Cove and was amazed to see all the girls. There
were a few boys but they all seemed to be under
twelve. The young researcher went over to
Crawfordsville to the hospital and made a strange
discovery. The hospital birth records indicated
that the ratio of males to female children in
Goodwitch Cove was about 47/53 percent. He
returned to the town and began to follow-up by
looking for specific children in their mid-teens.
He couldn't find any of the male children listed
in the hospital records. What he did find is
that the families who should have had male teens
were raising girls. He conducted physicals on
several of these teens and determined that the
teens were genetically female. The researcher
settled in Goodwitch Cove to continue his
studies. Three years later, the study appeared
in the New England Journal of Medicine. Nothing
happened for another four years. A recently
graduated geneticist happened on the article
while doing research. He came here looking for
the author. He found her living in the big stone
house without any recollection of the previous
research."
"That brings us to today. As you can guess, the
curse is still active but less powerful. There
are boys around but they tend to live in the
outskirts of the town. There are no boys living
within the original boundaries of the town. At
least not teenage boys. Sometime between the
thirteenth and sixteenth birthdays, the boys
change into girls. Most remember being boys for
about a year but the memories fade quickly. As
far as the rest of the people are concerned, they
don't have a clue. To them, the girls have
always been there."
"The change is permanent Rachel. There is no
going back. In fact, ever since you appeared, my
male memories are fading quickly. I think I
retained my awareness to help guide you through
the process just like you'll be here to guide the
next girl through the transition."
"There is one other effect of the curse that you
may have noticed. You are attracted to boys and
have an almost uncontrollable urge to have sex.
You'll do almost anything to lure a boy to your
house and into your bed. The only problem is,
you may go to sleep with a boy but you'll wake
sleeping next to a new girlfriend."
Rachel and Amber returned to school just in time
for afternoon classes. Rachel asked Amber about
their talk during practice but the confused
expression on Amber's face told Rachel that the
knowledge had been transferred. After practice,
Tom walked her home. They flirted all the way to
Rachel's front walk. By this time, Tom was
almost as hot for her as she was for him.
Together they turned up the front walk. They
held hands all the way to Rachel's bedroom.
Tom was gentle as he took Rachel's virginity that
warm spring day. Lying under Tom, Rachel smiled
as she thrust back matching him stroke for
stroke. She only caught a brief glimpse of the
lady from the wall floating near the bed. She
was determined to give Tom the gift that she
never experienced. As Tom collapsed on top of
her, Rachel smiled at old Mrs. Brammert. At
least Tome would have this memory for another
year.
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