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Note: Thanks to Jo Ann for suggesting this story idea on
the FictionMania message board. The blame for its execution
is all mine however.
Her Strange Familiar
By Emma Smith
Tuesday, 20 August 2002
Chapter 1: A Disagreeable Communication
I was sitting quietly and cosily with my girlfriend Susan
one evening watching a film when there was a knock at the
door. It was someone with a telegram for her and I could
tell straight away that it wasn't good news.
"My parents, they're coming to visit tomorrow. Oh no!" She
said. "We're doomed!"
"Damn!"
"You know they forbid me to ever see you again. They said
they'd throw me out of the flat if they caught you here.
They're paying for it remember?"
"Yeah, But it's not my fault they've got no sense of
humour."
"Actually you weren't very funny. My Father thought you
were an escaped lunatic. What are we going to do?
"Panic?"
"No. Can you go somewhere else for a couple of days?"
"Where? I moved all my stuff into your place. All my
friends are on holiday right now."
"Maybe... no it would never work."
"What?"
"No, it's silly."
"Come on Susan, tell me!"
"I could use magic, turn you into someone my parents will
like and then they'll go away happy."
"Someone like what?"
"Well," She started counting off on her fingers. "Someone
nice and witty and charming and intelligent and friendly."
"Hey!"
"Just a minute. I hadn't finished."
"That magic stuff is stupid, it never works properly in
books I've read. You'd turn me into a newt or something."
"The odds are shortening every time you open your mouth."
"I bet you can't turn me into anything. I don't believe in
that mystic stuff anyway."
"Bah! I can easily turn you into a sad loser with no
girlfriend."
"How?"
"Well, for the first part I do nothing. The spell for the
second part goes: Open the door, push the sad loser out,
slam the door."
"I'm not doing it, no way!"
"You want to sleep outside tomorrow night?"
"Okay, I'm doing it."
"I'll get ready." She looked very excited. "My first really
big spell!"
"Oh, that's just great!" I groaned.
Chapter 2 Misdirected Magic
It took her about an hour to go through various books and
set up the equipment she needed to start the spell. None of
it made much sense to me. Somehow I don't think it did to
her either. She's still learning all this stuff and I
wondered if she should really be trying to do something
like this now.
I supposed I would have to go along with it. I quite like
it here. I like her too; it's her family that really gives
me the creeps.
"Right, I'm ready. Stand inside the circle like a good
boy."
"Circle?" I looked sadly at the badly chalked design on the
floor.
"It was the best I could do. I don't have a very steady
hand."
"Does it matter?"
"Hmmm. I don't think so. But heck, it's only you!"
"Oh great."
"Right. I now just make the mystic passes, and pronounce
the magic words Xoros, Alantha, Stregonas, PTO."
"PTO?"
"Sorry, The spell goes over the page. I'll try again. Take
two everybody!"
"You need to take this much more seriously. You're messing
with occult forces here! You're not reading out a shopping
list."
"Shut up. Right! Xoros, Alantha, Noamis, Stregonas, Mutatis
Mutandis, Zenloss."
For a brief minute I thought nothing had happened. Part of
me vaguely noticed that she'd been standing inside the
circle when she said the words. I wondered if that
mattered. This wasn't exactly a high quality magic session.
She could probably get thrown out of the witches union for
this bit of work. She stared at the book again.
"No, that should have been Zehthoss. Damn!"
There was a brief flash of light, a sensation of things
shifting and changing then there was blackness. I don't
know how long I was out but I woke up with a headache.
"I think you need a bit more practice at that one. Hang on,
what's the matter with my voice?"
I managed to stand up and by a process of touch and feel I
worked out what had happened. I think I just went through a
thirty-second weight loss program. Some of my weight also
appeared to have moved.
"Oh great, I'm a girl now. Your parents will just love
this. Hi, meet my um, teenage girlfriend. Don't throw us
out, we're just friends and I haven't slept with her since
the accident. Hey! Are you just going to lie down there all
day? Get up!"
I looked around frantically and didn't see anything except
a very nicely groomed Siamese cat sitting looking at me in
a strange way.
"Oh no! Tell me this isn't happening. Tell me anything in
fact. What are we going to do?"
"Miaow!"
I looked down at myself. I found I was now wearing a short
black, jersey dress and sandals. Well, that was convenient.
The spell had taken my new size into account, and had also
gone to the trouble of giving me a complete matching
outfit. My hair was falling over my eyes. I brushed it
back.
This could be troublesome I thought. I'm younger. I might
not be able to buy booze any more. It might be a crisis!
I screamed.
Chapter 3: Toil and Trouble
After the first shock had hit I became oddly calm. I tried
to forget the strangeness of my transformation and got down
to work. Fear is a great motivator. We had until tomorrow
morning to get ourselves out of this interesting situation.
Otherwise I could be sleeping under the stars for a while,
maybe in a nightdress.
We couldn't even get onto a daytime talk show with a story
like this, "I was a man and my girlfriend turned into a
cat." We'd be laughed out of the studio. Hmmm, maybe there
was one show. No, there's no time for this. Got to get to
work and get us back to normal.
"Why couldn't you just have turned me into you? We'd have
got away with it and we'd have had time to sort it all out
when they'd gone."
I soon discovered that if I looked directly at the cat and
we stared into each other's eyes we were able to
communicate in some strange way.
"I can't cast spells in this body. I don't have mystic paws
you know. You've got to get us out of this."
"Me? I don't know any magic."
"You've seen me do it, get on with the studying. You want
the red book on the stack over there and let's get it right
please."
"Look who's talking."
"Well, I got one thing right. Better looking was on my list
as well. Shame about everything else."
"Ha!"
Then I turned to the books and found them really heavy
going. After a couple of hours of work I thought I'd
managed to come up with something that might work. My head
hurt with reading all the strange writing. I ran it past my
friend the cat.
"That might be it. Give it a try!" She told me excitedly.
I set everything up; I rubbed out the circle and drew it
properly, being careful not to get any chalk marks on my
dress. A girl has to keep up appearances. I picked up the
cat and placed her in the circle. She started to preen
herself. I stood in the circle as well and picked up the
book, trying to exude an air of confidence.
"Okay." I was still a little unnerved by the sound of my
voice, it was quite musical now. "We'll start." My new
little body was shivering a bit as I spoke.
I made the appropriate mystic signs. The cat watched me;
somehow I could tell it wasn't very sure of me. I said the
magic words, or what I thought were the magic words. Some
of them were not very easy to pronounce. Why can't these
ancient mystical magicians speak proper English? This book
is an accident waiting to happen. I fully intend to
complain to the shop.
"Miaow!"
"Shut up!"
I waited expectantly. It hadn't worked immediately last
time so I gave it some time. I was pleased. Soon I too
would be an occult initiate, master of hidden forces and an
all round powerful guy, err, girl. Well, if it worked
properly I'd be a guy.
A couple of moments later a plate on the other side of the
room lifted into the air, then smashed itself into the wall
and sank to the ground. In the kitchen a tap turned itself
on and water gushed into the sink.
"Well I am only a beginner at this!"
"Miaow!"
"Shut up!"
Chapter 4: Bringer of Darkness
I had failed miserably at my first attempt to master magic.
But we weren't beaten yet. Disappointed and scared maybe,
but not beaten.
"Why don't I tell them you've gone on holiday and I'm
looking after the flat."
"For one thing because I want to get myself back to normal.
For another thing because they'll throw me out for being
irresponsible."
"Your parents are just one big bundle of fun. I don't think
they could even laugh without booking it three weeks in
advance, and paying a fine afterwards."
"It's not my fault, it's yours."
"How do you work that out?"
"Simple. When men and women argue, it's always the man's
fault."
"Oh really?" I pointed at my new breasts and then ran my
hands down my body. "It looks like maybe this time it's not
my fault then doesn't it?"
"Oh you! Get me out of this shape! And you're just as
annoying when you're a woman."
"I'll try dear. Or maybe I'll go out for a while and have a
nice walk, to clear my head. Ouch! You scratched me. Okay,
I'll get right back to work, I was just kidding."
I spent another couple of hours with the books. I checked
the circle; there was nothing wrong with it. It matched the
one in the book exactly. I'd drawn it very carefully, even
measured out the boxes for all the squiggly little symbols.
It must be the mystic gestures or the magic words I was
getting wrong.
"Come here and let's try again."
I put the cat in the circle again. It looked bored somehow
and I didn't think she thought this was going to work. I
stood in the circle as well. I couldn't let on but I didn't
think this was going to work either.
I made the magic gestures and unfortunately made eye
contact with the cat while I was doing it.
"You're not meant to be doing a dance routine. Keep your
body still. Just wave your arms, mystically."
"Yes dear."
I waved my arms, somewhat theatrically, but hopefully in
the manner approved by the book. I spoke the magic words,
very carefully this time.
Then I noticed that I'd forgotten to light the candles. I
looked at the heavens in despair. I waited to see what was
going to happen. For a long minute nothing did. Maybe it
just hadn't worked. Maybe it didn't matter.
"Sorry," I told the cat.
All the lights in the house came on for a few seconds and
then every bulb in the flat blew one by one. I screamed,
funnily enough like a girl. Then we were in pitch darkness.
I lit the candles so we could see again. I was not happy,
and the cat wasn't either.
"Damn it all!"
I reset the circuit breakers. Then I went to a cupboard and
got the spare bulbs. There weren't enough to do the whole
flat so I just replaced the ones we'd need tonight. My
feline companion wasn't amused.
"How could you make a mistake like that?"
"I'm sorry, I forgot."
"Do you want to be a girl forever?"
I smiled slyly, "Do you want to be a cat forever? I bet I
can get a boyfriend. You'll have to get a cat friend."
"Okay, I'm sorry. Let's have another try."
Chapter 5: Spells Aren't Us
I thought I had it now. I spent another couple of hours
with the books and thought that this time it was right.
Then I went to the fridge to try an experiment. I opened it
and looked at the chocolate bar sitting in it. It was
definitely true! It now seemed about fifty percent more
appealing than when I'd been a man. "Oh no!" I thought. "I
am changing!" I did a Jekyll and Hyde impression, clutching
at the refrigerator madly and sliding down it, slumping to
the ground. It didn't make me feel any better.
I forced myself to stop. "Think of your figure. Oh, what am
I saying?" I could see that I needed to change back soon,
I'd acquired some new behaviours and feelings with this
body. They could be extremely distracting and perhaps
pleasurable but I had to stay focussed. I went back to the
other room and picked up the book.
"Miaow!"
"I'm working on it!" I told the cat.
"Please, if you don't get me out of here soon I'm going to
start chasing after mice. You're going to be chasing after
men. By the way, I know what you were doing in the
kitchen."
"Rubbish!" I dropped the chocolate wrapper behind me where
I thought she couldn't see it. I was wrong. She pounced on
it, playfully.
"Aha! Now get me out of here!"
"I'm getting ready for the third try. You know they say
third time lucky?"
"Yes."
"I think that's total nonsense."
"Oh!"
This time nothing was going to go wrong. I'd memorised
everything and written out a helpful list of how to
pronounce the magic words. I'd learnt the mystic gestures
and how to do them. All the candles were lit. We were
ready. Everything was set.
"Right. For the third and hopefully final time tonight I
will put you right here in this cute little circle that I
have drawn with my own fair hand. I shall stand just here
right beside you. You will notice that we do not have a
safety net tonight."
I summoned up my courage and went through the whole mystic
routine again with what I hoped was a bored confidence. I
thought I was right this time.
All the words were just perfect. I waited for the spell to
take effect. Then I noticed that the circle in the book was
the opposite way up to the one I'd drawn. I must have had
the book upside down when I did it. I didn't think that
would matter. Of course it did.
"Miaow!"
"Oh no, I did it again. Look I resign as a witch. It's just
not my scene. I'm going to take up dressmaking instead. In
fact, I might have to!"
I waited for the terrible effects to occur. I half expected
the house to fall in on me. Nothing much happened except a
small frog appeared inside the circle and hopped out,
croaking.
"Well, it's a start."
"Miaow!"
"Shut up!"
Chapter 6: Try and Try Again
Things were starting to get desperate. It was the middle of
the night and we didn't have that long to sort things out.
As well as being very boring her parents were really early
risers. They might be here in another few hours. I
considered several options. I rejected all of them. Someone
was bound to find the bodies eventually.
I sat down with the books again and redid everything. I set
out the circle, again. I lit the candles, again. I read and
read until my head hurt, again. The cat watched me
reproachfully. I wanted this to be over too.
It isn't that I hated being a cute girl, I just didn't want
to be a homeless cute girl. I couldn't leave my girlfriend
like that either. Cat food can be very expensive. They're
very picky animals.
Right, this was going to do it. I pointed at the cat. She
slunk reluctantly to her customary spot inside the circle.
"Thank you for your time." I brushed my long hair back out
of my eyes determinedly. "We are all ready. This is
definitely going to work. Do we believe that?"
"Miaow!"
"Shut up!"
I did the whole routine all over again. I put everything I
had into it. The gestures were very good I thought, though
maybe a little over the top. I spoke the words, clearly
enunciating each syllable. "There!"
I slammed the book closed and put it down, with a final
flourish that clearly indicated I was the mistress of
sorcery around here. Why shouldn't I flourish a bit? This
body was good at flourishing; it was made to flourish. I
realised that I was babbling away to myself.
"That was definitely it. Just call me Ms. Magical. But not
for long hopefully."
I waited for what was going to happen. To be honest, I was
shaking a little with fear. I'd had a crash course in the
power of magic spells and I wasn't entirely sure that I was
going to survive it.
There was another flash of light; a twisty feeling and I
blacked out again. When I came around I found that I was
the old me again, and my girlfriend was back to being
human, at least as much as she ever used to be.
Chapter 7: Parental Advisory
I hugged her for quite a long time. "You're you again!"
"And you're back to being a guy. Somehow I'd call that a
demotion. Hey! You've lost your looks too."
"Oh, let's not argue." We kissed, briefly but passionately.
"You were still cute, even as a cat."
We cleaned up all the stuff and rubbed out the chalk
circle. Her parents didn't approve of magic. Guess what? If
they found her doing it they might throw her out of the
house. There's a shock.
"You should make your folks write them all down."
"What?"
"All the things that will get you thrown out of the house.
It would fill a couple of books. Is it safe for me to walk
round the dining table anti-clockwise or is that one of
them? I'm now going to sit down in this chair, if that's
allowed of course."
"Shut up and get this stuff out of sight."
We'd got the place looking fairly normal and tidy. I made a
note to buy some more light bulbs. Then there was a knock
at the door. I opened it and saw her parents. My heart
sank; most of my other organs sank with it. I felt like I'd
been buried at sea, without much of a ceremony. For one mad
second I heard a band playing "Abide with me".
Everything became a blur, then I sort of snapped. I started
to talk, but I don't think my voice and brain were quite on
speaking terms yet after the impact of my transformation.
"Mr Jones. I think you don't like me. In fact, I know you
hate me. That's fine. But that's not the point. What I'm
trying to say is."
"But!"
"No let me finish. It's your daughter. I like her, a lot.
We've been through a great deal together lately and I
really need to say."
"Can I just?"
"Sorry I am trying my best here. Where was I? Oh yes. I
know you're going to throw us out of the house for this but
I don't care. We're going to live together, as from today,
and I think we're going to get married. Yes, in fact we
are. I know you don't like that and you're going to kick us
out of here. Well I can only say this. Err." I ran out of
steam completely and stopped ranting.
"Just a minute son? Who are you?"
I turned round and saw that Susan was standing there,
trying to look innocent with a spell book behind her back.
She dropped the book on the sofa and put a cushion over it.
Then she walked over to the door.
"Mum! Dad! Don't stand there outside. Come in and sit
down."
They allowed themselves to be led in and seated.
"Now, I want you to meet Steve. He's my new boyfriend that
you haven't met before. He's a completely different man
from the guy called Steve you didn't like last time.
They're two different people entirely and they're unrelated
to each other. They're not connected at all." She finished
lamely.
'You've made your bloody point woman,' I thought. 'Don't
overdo it.'
"Haven't met?" I said to her in a loud whisper.
"I just took the easy way out. Instead of trying to change
you into the perfect man it was much easier to change them.
They don't remember you now. Just try to be nice, for once
in your life."
I shook hands with her Father. Her Mother looked at me,
smiling. "Pleased to meet you."
She took my hand and whispered to me again. "Oh, and by the
way, I accept your proposal. We'll go pick a ring tomorrow,
and don't skimp."
I was wondering what a good response would be when I saw
her Father had found the book under the cushion. He looked
at it with evident distaste.
"What am I sitting on? What's this about magic? Surely in
this day and age nobody believes that superstitious
nonsense?"
"Well Mr Jones, I know it sounds strange but sometimes it
can really work."
"Rubbish! Listen to this stupid stuff."
He started to read out one of the spells from the book. He
was mangling the words even more than I had done. I grabbed
Susan and we both fell on the floor and hid under the
table. We heard a noise and saw a flash of light, and then
we heard a girlish sort of scream.
The End
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