Confessions Of A Fashion Witch
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Which Way Is Witch?
By Jennifer White
Boys at school often tease girls. Even after they've
reached an age when they should know better. Lena wasn't
the prettiest girl in her senior class in highschool, but
she wasn't ugly either. Her mother had taught her that it
was best to be 'average'. If you were too pretty or too
ugly, you stood out too much. And that was not good, when
you came from a family of witches.
So Lena was very average, ordinary, teenage girl. Terry on
the other hand, was sometimes mean. For no good reason at
all, he often picked on her. She didn't know why. She tried
to be nice to him, but that didn't work. She tried to
ignore him, but no luck either. She hadn't done anything to
him, but he kept it up. One day, he went too far.
As they walked down the hall to third hour class, they
accidentally bumped each other.
"Watch where you're going, you stupid witch!" he said.
She just seethed. She had talked with her mother, who
insisted that she should not use her magic. But this latest
insult was too close to home. She decided that enough was
enough.
As Terry sat in class, concentrating on World History, he
didn't notice that she was mumbling at him from the seat
behind, in some strange, incomprehensible ancient language.
He didn't notice the letters and sketches she had put down
in her notebook.
Just when class was ending, she brushed his hand with hers
as she passed him in the aisle. For a moment he went blank
as the spell came over him. But he didn't even notice.
"So Terry, why don't you come over today after school, and
we can do our homework together."
"Sure thing Lena! I'll be at your house at 3:00. Thanks!"
Now Terry would normally have laughed at her, and ran off.
But he was under a spell now. One where he suddenly longed
to be with her, and one which overrode his normal thought
processes. He didn't even realize what he was getting
himself into.
***
After school, Lena ran home, and told her mother all about
what had happened. Her mother agreed that she shouldn't
have to put up with boys calling her a witch. Yes, it was
true that she was one, but nobody knew that. And it would
be very dangerous if others picked up on his new taunt to
her. So it had to be stopped.
Lena's mother started gathering the ingredients she needed
for her spell. This Terry had a lesson he needed to learn:
don't pick on girls. Oh yes, he would learn it well...
***
At 3:00, right on time, there was a knock on the door. It
was Terry. He looked at the nicely kept up house. It was an
older Victorian era house, but no signs of aging or
deterioration showed. The people who lived here took care
of things.
The yard was nicely kept too, the bushes trimmed, and grass
neatly edged. In back was a vegetable garden. Herbs were
growing everywhere, in the garden, the flowerbeds, and
along the fence. As he admired the house, the door swung
open.
"Terry! Come right in. Here, sit with me in the living
room."
"Thank you Lena." he said, following her inside.
There was a smaller room off to the side of the house,
which had a television, a couch, and several tables. Terry
put his books on the coffee table, and sat on the couch.
Lena took the seat to his right.
"Hello kids." said Lena's mom, who walked in holding a tray
with teacups, and a white steaming teapot. "How'd you like
some herbal tea, from the garden?"
Lena's mother was a knockout. Now to anyone else, she
looked average and ordinary. But as part of the spell he
was under, she looked like a ravaging beauty to Terry. Her
breasts! Her curves! Her face! Her long blond hair!
"Here, have a sip." she said to him. How could a boy with
raging hormones resist a request from a woman like that? He
sipped the herbal tea. It tasted wonderful, unlike anything
he had ever drank before.
"Thank you ma'am," he said. "This is wonderful. What kind
is it?"
"Oh, it's something I made myself, from our herb garden. I
can give you some extra to take home if you would like."
"Yes, I would like that very much ma'am. Thank you!" he
said, sipping again.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone to have your fun. Let me
know if you need anything."
"Thanks, mom." said Lena, as her mother glided out of the
room.
"I'm sorry, she's a bit much. But you know adults!" said
Lena.
Terry laughed, but he didn't see anything that he didn't
like! He would have loved to spend more time with her.
Perhaps later.
The television was tuned to the Home Shopping Channel. They
were selling jewelry cleaner, and demonstrating how it was
used. For some reason, Terry was riveted to the show. He
had never really watched it before, when his sisters had it
on. Boring!
But now, it seemed interesting. He didn't realize that the
tea he was drinking was in fact a witch's potion. And that
the more he drank, the further he was falling into a
powerful spell. He was so focused on the TV, that he didn't
feel himself starting to change. He didn't notice that in
his pants, his penis was rapidly shrinking, and pulling up
within himself. He didn't feel his testicles pull back
inside, and change into ovaries either. In fact, he did not
notice at all that he now had a full set of female
reproductive organs. Even the first splash of estrogen
within his bloodstream went undetected by him. Nor the fact
that his boxers had morphed into silk panties.
***
"Terry, why don't we go into my room." said Lena, as Terry
sipped the last of the tea from the pot. He got up, and
followed her up the stairs.
Once in her room, she shut the door, and turned on her
stereo. She had the original cast recording of "A Chorus
Line", her favorite Broadway show.
She chatted with Terry about school. They talked about
which classes they liked, and didn't like, and about the
teachers.
"Oh wait, this is my favorite song!" she cut in, when
"Dance 10, Looks 3" came on. The song about "tits and ass".
She mouthed the words, and went through the dance steps.
"Here, let me teach you." she said, putting the song on
'repeat' mode.
Terry was never interested in dance before, but for some
reason, it seemed interesting at the moment. He stood next
to her, and imitated her movements as she went through the
complex series of steps. To his amazement, he found out
that not only did he enjoy it, but he picked it up rapidly.
They moved in sync, even to the part where you jut out your
chest to show off your boobs, and then stick your butt out.
They smiled and laughed.
As Lena went to change the CD over to her favorite boy
band, Terry sat on the bed to rest. He didn't even notice
that his breasts were beginning to bud. His aereolas had
become much larger now. His chest hairs had all pulled back
inside, making his chest smooth. And now, bit by bit, his
boobs gradually swelled, until at last, he had C cups. 38C
to be more exact.
Lena went to her desk, and came back with a copy of
'Seventeen' magazine.
"Terry, I wanted you to look at something. What do you
think about this outfit?" she asked, showing him the one in
the photo spread on the new fashions for summer.
"Oh, I think that's pretty," he said, "but I don't know
about that bare midriff. That is so last year!"
"I know what you mean. Brittany is on the way out, but the
designers think we all still want to be her."
"Yeah! When are the going to do something innovative,
instead of just copying? I mean, so many stores have the
same stuff these days. I'm tired of sequins on everything."
They went on with a lively discussion of girl's fashion.
And Terry didn't even notice that his face had changed.
Instead of his male features, he was now as pretty as any
of the girls in the magazine they were leafing through. His
hair was becoming long, and falling below his shoulders.
As he read, and Lena used a red ribbon to pull it back, he
didn't even notice. The spell had changed all of his hair
in fact. His little 'peach fuzz' on his face had
disappeared, becoming soft and smooth like a girl's skin.
The hair on his legs and armpits had disappeared too, as if
he had used Nair on them that morning. Even his pubic hairs
were neatly trimmed and waxed. But he did not feel any of
this.
***
"Terry, you're in Mr. Miller's 5th hour class, aren't you?"
"Yes." he replied.
"Isn't Keith Alberts in that class?"
"He sits right next to me."
"Wow! You are so lucky! Isn't he like the cutest guy in the
school?"
"Yes, and he's very nice. I love how he dresses too. He
wears the most adorable shoes," said Terry.
As they discussed Keith, Terry didn't notice the final
parts of the transformation. He didn't notice that he now
had curves in his hips, making him look inviting to a man.
He didn't notice that his hands had become smaller, his
wrists thin, his legs long and lithe. In fact, you couldn't
really say 'him' anymore. Because in fact, 'her' was more
accurate.
She didn't feel that her blue jeans were changing too, into
women's jeans to fit her curves. Or that she was now
wearing a bra, to support her large breasts. With the white
shirt she wore, it was clearly visible beneath. Her boobs
jutted in the way that young woman's new ones do. The way
that would make any man want her.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Lena's
mother.
"Girls, why don't you come downstairs and have some dinner?
I've already called Terry's mom to say that Terry will be
staying with us."
"Thank you, that is so kind of you." said Terry.
"Now run along, your salad is ready for you."
The girls went downstairs, and began to eat. They had
salad, a low fat chicken, broccoli and cheese casserole,
and ripe melon for desert. After the girls ate, they helped
clear the table, and wash the dishes. Then they went back
up to Lena's room.
They chatted some more about school, boys and things for a
while. Terry found herself playing around with some of the
jewelry that was on Lena's dresser. She put a necklace on,
and a couple of rings.
"Here, look in the mirror," said Lena, holding up a mirror
to Terry.
What Terry saw was a shock. Instead of himself, there was a
picture of a girl in the mirror. But it was some trick,
where no matter what angle it was held at, it looked like a
girl.
"I need to use the restroom," said Terry. "Where is it?"
"Second room down the hall on the right" said Lena. She
knew that Terry was about to discover what had happened to
him. She tried not to smile too much, or to gloat as Terry
strutted down the hall.
Terry closed the door, and went to the mirror. In the full-
length mirror, he again saw the girl. As Terry turned to
the side, the image in the mirror did so too.
"That's me?" she said softly, realizing all of a sudden
that her voice was soft and feminine. That it was part of
her, like the breasts she saw in the mirror. She looked
down, and confirmed that the girl in the mirror in fact
*was* her. She was a girl.
Terry almost passed out from the revelation.
"I'm a girl!" she shrieked. The shrill female voice made
her recoil. She felt like she had to run away! Run! Get
away from this! But everywhere she turned, she realized
that she was now in this new body. There *was* no where to
run. She was in a panic.
"I'm a girl! "I'm a girl!" kept running through her head.
It was true.
She thought about her afternoon to figure out when this had
happened. It was hard to think clearly with all these
emotions running through her at once. She remembered
watching home shopping channels with Lena. Nope, that
wasn't when it happened. She remembered dancing to show
tunes. Nope, not then. Was it when they discussed clothes?
Or the cute boys?
Cute boys? She had talked about cute boys? No! It couldn't
be! She was a girl now, and she was attracted to boys! No!
Stop it!
The tears flowed down her pretty cheeks as she sat on the
floor in defeat.
***
Lena's mother opened the door, and entered the bathroom.
She used a soft towel to wipe Terry's tears away.
"There, there, poor dear, what's the matter?"
"I'm a girl!" sobbed Terry.
"Well, of course you are. Just look at you. You're a pretty
girl, Molly. There is nothing wrong with that."
"Molly?"
"Yes, you Molly. Tell me what's wrong dear."
"I'm Terry. I'm a boy"
"Terry? A boy? I'm sorry, but just look at yourself. You're
Molly! You are Lena's girlfriend."
"Her girlfriend? I hate her!"
"Now, now. Girlfriends always fight with each other. Buy
tomorrow, you'll forget all about your little squabble. I
think you should go home now. Come back here tomorrow, and
you can work this all out with Lena."
Molly, gathered herself together. Lena's mom helped her put
some makeup on, and handed her a small black bag with a
long think strap.
"Don't forget your purse," she said, thanking Molly, and
sending her off.
***
Molly started to walk home. But what would she do when she
go there? How would she tell her parents that she had
become a girl? What would her sister say when she saw her?
No, she decided to go over to Dan's house.
Dan was Terry's best friend. He would understand. Molly
rang the doorbell, and waited.
"Well hello there gorgeous!" said Dan, seeing the ravaging
beauty standing on his doorstep. "What can I do for you?"
"Dan. Let me in. Get me into your room before your parents
see me!"
Just what every 12th grader with raging hormones wished he
would hear from a hot babe standing on his doorstep. He was
only too glad to oblige.
When they were inside the room, Molly looked at all the
posters of the half naked babes on the wall. She was
prettier than any, and had bigger boobs than the majority
of them. It made her shiver. Which made her boobs jiggle.
Which almost made Dan come in his pants.
"Okay babe, what's up?" he said.
"Dan. Slow down. I'm not really a girl. It's me! Terry!"
"Okay, who put you up to this?"
"No! Really, it's me! Ask me something that only Terry
would know."
"Okay, who's my favorite ball player of all time?"
"Basketball, football, or baseball?"
"Basket."
"Wilt the Stilt."
"Base."
"Pete Rose."
"Foot."
"Dan Marino."
"Damn you're good. Okay, who's my favorite band?"
"Your own band, but you guys suck."
"Terry, it's really you in there?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"How did this happen to you?"
"Lena did it to me somehow."
"Lena? You hate that bitch."
"Try witch. I think she turned me into this."
"You're so hot! Can I see your, you know..."
"Dan! Come on! I came here for your help, not to get laid."
"But think about it! We always talk about getting laid. We
both want sex all the time. This is our big chance! I'll
get the babe of my dreams, and you'll get to feel something
that a guy never gets a chance too. Think about it."
"I don't know..."
"Look, in every book I've read with a witch in it, she just
teaches someone a lesson. As soon as they learn their
lesson, the spell is broken, right?"
"I guess so."
"And what if you need to have sex as a chick in order to
learn your lessons and break the spell? This could be your
way out!"
"All right, I guess we can give it a try. Lock your door."
"Done!"
Dan had never been with a girl before, and Molly had never
*been* a girl before. They both had a lot to learn. Dan was
ready to just jump in and 'do her', but Molly discovered
that she needed to be aroused first. She needed to be
touched. She needed to be caressed. She guided Dan, and
they explored one another.
Almost by accident, Dan found Molly's clitoris. She grabbed
his hand, and told him to keep doing what he was doing. It
was only a few minutes later that she felt her first
orgasm. It rocked her! She shook and quivered, letting out
a little giggle. What a feeling! She had masturbated many,
many times as a boy, but it was nothing like this! This was
a hundred million times better! And the best part was that
after the first orgasm, a second one came. Then another.
Then another! Some were bigger than others. One large one
made her almost scream in pleasure.
She had to move his hand aside, she was so tender. She lay
on her back, spread her legs wide, and said, "Okay big boy,
I want you inside me, now!"
Dan didn't need any encouragement. He was already there. It
only took a few thrusts until he came, which was a
disappointment to Molly. She hoped that he would last
longer than that! She wanted him to keep doing it.
Now she had the urge to cuddle him, and wanted to talk. He
wanted to clean himself up, and get dressed. She felt
somewhat hurt that he acted that way to her. But he
afterglow of the sex was enough to keep her tongue in her
mouth.
***
Dan's sister was out with a friend, so while Dan took a
shower to clean up, Molly explored his sister's room. It
was a really neat room, with cool posters of hot guys. She
had lots of makeup laid out on her table. Molly painted her
nails as she looked at the poster of Brad Pitt.
Next, she rummaged through the closet, until she found a
really cute little skirt, and a top with thing straps. She
tried it on, and it fit great. She would just borrow it for
a while.
She went back to Dan's room, and ended up spending the
night there in his lower bunk bed. She slept in until 9am
the next day, and waited until Dan's folks left for work
before she took off herself.
She looked in her little purse, and found that she had one
hundred dollars there! She decided to go to the mall to
hang out until school was done. Then she would go to
Lena's.
At the mall, she tried on all sorts of cool clothes. She
ended up buying these really cool shoes. They cost $75, but
they were so awesome! And they matched the outfit she had
on.
Time had just whizzed by, and before she knew it, it was
3pm already. She hurried over to Lena's.
"Molly, just look at you babe! I love that outfit. And
those shoes!"
"Thanks. I just picked them out at the mall."
"You've got good taste."
"Thanks!"
The girls went inside, and sat on the couch again. Lena's
mother came in, but today, she didn't seem as glamorous.
She was a lot plainer. Molly was seeing her through her own
eyes now, not through the haze of a spell. She sat down on
the chair next to them.
"So Molly, how did it feel to live as a girl for a day?"
"It was wonderful. I never knew that things were so
different! I feel emotions I've never felt before. I've
found out that I like doing things like shopping for
clothes."
"And shoes!" added Lena.
"...and shoes!"
The both laughed, as Molly modeled her new pumps for them.
"But I know that this isn't me. I know that I'm supposed to
be Terry. I realize now that I shouldn't have been mean to
Lean. I don't know why I did that. I am so sorry."
"Since you have learned your lesson, I will change you back
now. Take this tablet, and drink it down with water." she
said, handing her a small, white pill. Lena gave her a
glass of water. Molly nodded in thanks, took the pill, and
swallowed it.
Nothing happened.
***
After fifteen minutes, Molly was still unchanged.
"Um, how long does this take?" she asked.
"Something is wrong. Hold on." said Lena's mother. She
returned with a large, ancient book. She scanned through
several pages.
"Molly, tell me something. Did you have sex last night?"
"Um... yes I did."
"With who?" asked Lena.
"Dan."
"Ew! Not him! Gross!"
"Now Lena, that's what started this trouble. Remember to
act nicer to the boys."
"Yes mother. I'm sorry," she said.
"So Molly, you had sexual relations. According to the spell
book, the spell cannot be taken back if you become
pregnant."
"But it was only once!" she protested.
"You didn't use protection?"
"No..."
"So you didn't think what a man's sperm would do inside
your female body?"
"I didn't know..."
"Didn't you go through sexual education classes?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then you did understand the consequences. Unfortunately,
there is nothing I can do now. You must give birth to the
baby."
"What about an abortion?"
"What? End a human life? You cannot do that. With this
spell, it would mean the end of you too. No, you must give
birth to the baby."
"But I don't want to be a mother."
"You already made your choice. You will carry the baby to
full term. You will raise it and nurture it. Your daughter
will be pretty, just like you."
"How can you tell?"
"I have ways. I will call the school, and make the
arrangements. You will enroll in school, and go with Lena
to all her classes. You will be best friends now. In fact,
you will be like sisters, since I am adopting you."
"You mean..."
"Yes. You and Lena will live here together as sisters. You
will be part of our family now. And your baby. We will
teach you everything you need to know about being a woman.
And being a witch. We will allow you to enter into our
coven. You are one of us now Molly."
Molly touched her stomach, where she knew there was a seed
of new life growing. Her daughter. She had a lot to learn,
and a short time to prepare.
"Which room is mine?" she asked, resigned to her new fate.
***
Molly had uneasy dreams all night. She kept waking up, with
the thoughts running through her pretty little head: "I'm a
girl now. I'm going to be a girl for the rest of my life."
She had dreams about holding a baby, something which
freaked her out, because there is nothing a boy wants to do
*less* than hold a stinky baby in his arms. But he wasn't a
boy anymore. He was a girl now. He was a she.
And she was pregnant. Oh god.
During the night, she was also uncomfortable because of the
shape of her new body. She never had breasts before, and
they made sleeping uncomfortable in certain positions. Or
her hand would brush between her legs, and there was
nothing there! She just could not adjust to the feeling of
going in between her legs instead of sticking out.
Then there was the matter of what was going on in her mind.
In a man's mind, there are far fewer connections between
the hemispheres of the brain than for a woman. Now that
Molly was a real girl, she had these additional connections
as well. So information was moving in her head in a way it
never did as a boy. Her emotions were so strong! Something,
which made her happy, could make her cry! Looking at a
picture of s starving child made her heart melt. A
commercial on TV with a couple kissing made her heart race.
Did women who grew up female from day one feel this way, or
was this because she just became a girl that it was so
strong within her?
And now she felt so vulnerable. When she walked down the
street and saw a man, she felt something within her pants.
Something about how she was afraid to be violated by him.
Why would she feel that way?
And there was the way that when she saw an attractive man,
she *did* want to feel him up inside her. No! How could she
want that? But she had sex her first day as a girl. Her sex
drive had overridden her male brain inhibitions, which were
still in her head.
That's when it hit her: the remnants of her male brain were
being slowly rewritten to a new female version of herself.
She had already stopped thinking of herself as "he". She
had given in to her feminine urges. Her emotions ruled her,
not the logic of her previous self.
"I'm becoming a girl," she said out loud.
"Uh, earth to Molly, you *are* a girl." said Lena, shaking
her head.
"No, I mean inside. In my mind. In my heart. In my soul."
She started to cry.
"Are you crying because you're sad?" asked Lena.
"No. I'm crying because I'm happy!" said Molly. "I don't
know why, I can't explain it, but I feel so *happy* that
I'm a girl."
Lena held her hand, and they smiled at each other.
***
Over the following months, Molly forgot more and more about
her former life. It grossed her out that she had ever been
a boy. Her female body just felt *right*. But it was
changing constantly, as she progressed through her
pregnancy. The hormones, which course through the
bloodstream when a child is in your womb, bring great
changes to your body and your emotions. Molly went through
all of these.
Lena's mother spent a lot of time with her, training her as
the new mother that she was going to become. There was so
much to learn! She felt bad that she only had a few months
of female life. She wished that she had been born that way,
so she could have had the privilege of growing up as a
girl.
At last, it was time, and midwife came to the house to help
Molly deliver her baby. Just as Lena's mother had
predicted, it was a beautiful baby girl, with blue eyes and
blonde hair.
The next day as Molly breast fed her darling baby, an
observer would not believe that the nursing mother ever had
any trace of maleness in her, let alone that she had once
been a boy. Nor in her mind. If you could have read her
thoughts, there was no trace at all, and no memory of any
time that the body it dwelt in was ever male. Her past was
gone. All she knew now was her growing bond with the
infant, which had grown in her womb.
She was a girl. She was a woman. She was a mother. She was
complete.
Charlize
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