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The Linking Spell - Leslie's Revenge by Anon Allsop I was directed into the grand den, instructed to seat myself at a long white ornate couch. I drummed my fingers at the edge, marveling at the splendor of the room I was seated in. A slight noise to my right alerted me that someone was approaching, an elegant older woman in her late 50's walked in and sat down upon a high backed chair that matched the couch. I heard the doors shutting behind her, as I looked up a butler gently pulled at the handles until we were secure in the room, Alone. "You are the one they call Leslie"? The older woman asked somewhat surprised. I nodded, "Like... Leslie Nielsen, the actor." I smiled nervously, "I think my parents wanted a girl." The woman only smiled as a courtesy to my vain attempt at humor. "What, no last name?" She settled back in the chair, folding her hands over her knee. "I'm told it is Fanning, but I'd change it if anyone ever adopted me." She raised her shapely eyebrows and gave me a hint of a smile. I noted her smile and added, "I have no real ties to the name, since I don't remember my folks at all." I studied her a moment, something about her smile made me very uneasy. She sat in silence, her steady gaze making me uncomfortable, finally she spoke, "You are probably wondering why I had the orphanage send you here." She waited as I nodded slowly, "I have a relative there who is in charge, she informed me of the special circumstance that gave you cause to get away from there." I felt my face warm and lowered my eyes to the floor, "Oh, don't be ashamed." Her smile took the edge off of the subject and she pulled at the hem of her dress as if to show the subject didn't bother her in the least. Again she smiled, sending a chill down my spine. She stood up and walked to a great bookshelf, a ceramic tea service sat upon a large tray. "Would you care for tea?" I nodded slowly, she smiled and began to pour two cups, one for each of us. "Do you care for sugar?" Again I nodded and tentatively held up two fingers. She quickly stirred them and carried it back to me. "Careful, it's hot." I took the cup from her and watched little ripples appear on the surface from my trembling. She noticed, but said nothing. Instead, she settled back into her chair and slowly stirred her cup. "I bet you are wondering why I'm not embarrassed about your little..." She motioned with her hand and smiled. Again I nodded, feeling my face flush. She looked down and placed her spoon in the saucer sitting on the little table that separated us, "I have a son who has a similar type of problem." My eyes widened, she only smiled. "He seems to only be interested in...I will use the term loosely...girls who... How can I say this?" She looked toward a crystal lamp next to me as if for inspiration, "Girls that are...well, former boys." Now my face grew extremely hot, I quickly took a drink of tea almost burning my lips in the process. "Careful now," She advised. "So, now I bet your wondering where you fit into all of this?" I cleared my throat, "Y..yes ma'am." Again she studied me for a moment, "How old are you Leslie?" I licked my lips, which seemed suddenly dry, "15 ma'am. I'll be sixteen in three months." She seemed pleased and nodded, sipping her tea like the refined lady she portrayed. She sat her white cup down onto the saucer and again leaned back into the chair, "Mark my son, should have married by now. He's been trying to date for several years without any lasting success." I looked at the swirling pattern in the carpet, as if it would help me from my uncomfortable conversation. "I will not have him marry some freakish creature, created in an operating theater by a doctor." I sat in silence, "If he were to marry a woman, I would be very appreciative." My mind raced, "Where is she going with this conversation?" She bent her slender leg over the other and fingered the edge of her chair, "I have suggested to him, that a woman is exactly what he needs, Mark has agreed. However, he's looking for a...what is it called? An effeminate boy?" I almost spit my tea, so sudden had she blurted it out." "Ma'am, I'm neither...what does..." She never let me finish my sentence as she held her hand up for me to be silent. "True, young man, you don't fit into any of those categories...but my relative had implied that you may be interested in what I do have to offer." She leaned forward and folded her fingers at her chest, resting her elbows against her knees, waiting to see if my interest peaked. I fidgeted in my seat, feeling my face again growing warm. "What...what did they tell you about me?" My voice choked out. She chuckled, and grinned slowly. "Nothing too terrible, I assure you." She smiled and continued her eye contact, "I've been told that you enjoy the finer feminine luxuries." As she spoke, I felt myself slide down into the chair, as if my whole life was being exposed. "Don't be embarrassed by who you are, I really don't mind." I could feel her scrutinizing eyes bore into me as she continued. She spoke slowly, like a cruel laugh was stuck somewhere in her throat. "I know you like to partake in scented oils and perfumes, like what you're wearing now." I turned my head and sniffed the air, "How could she possibly notice that scent on me, it was supposed to be very subtle?" I wondered, rolling my eyes at the secret only I alone was aware of or so I mistakenly thought. Still she further went on to expose my life, "I know that your legs have been devoid of hair for a long, long time. As well as your armpits and chest." I raised my hand up, as if to defend myself. She laughed, "I can help you." She smiled as she took another sip of her tea. "H...how?" I stammered, afraid of her answer, not sure if I should really trust her. She only smiled and placed her cup back on the little saucer, "Of course Leslie, nothing good comes without a price." "What ki...kind of price?" I fought for words that seemed to be escaping me. "I can make you female." She replied bluntly, "So complete that no one would ever question it." I coughed, "Comp...complete? How complete?" My mind raced with the possibilities. She smiled slowly, her grin made me tremble. "Total." The word came from her mouth like a hiss. I sat blinking at her, stunned to silence. She smiled, "You see Leslie, you would get what you want and I will get what I want." "And, what is it that you want?" My cup quivered against the saucer I held, "What is the price I would pay?" She smiled, "So, you ARE interested?" I used my fingers to wipe the perspiration from my forehead. "How...how can you make this possible?" I scooted forward to the edge of the white couch. She again stood up and moved behind her chair, leaning against the back. "Would you care for a demonstration of what I can do for you?" I rubbed my chin, in disbelief, "I guess so." I felt that a small demonstration would help, but knew that I could never be a part of something this strange. She smiled and returned to her great bookshelf, pulling open a great dusty book she opened it to a marked page and read silently to herself. After awhile she closed the book and replaced it on the shelf. "I am done." I looked down at myself, nothing was different. I laughed, but even before I said anything she interrupted me. "The book I read from is as ancient as time itself, the incantation will work only when you meet my son." I nodded, still smirking at the failure of her spell. She began to give me a hateful, almost vile glare. "Don't be so smug young man, the spell is designed to change you into what he looks for in a woman." She walked to her chair and again took a seat. "The spell is very complete, as you shall soon witness." "Uh...ok, sure it is." I said, still smiling. This woman was apparently, off her rocker. I felt foolish for even listening to her inane story. "I...thanks for the chat ma'am, but I don't think I'm interested in useless magic." "Don't mock the power I posses, young man." Now her smile became something more sinister, almost evil, "If my son is looking for a redhead, you will have red hair." She grinned again, "If he is looking for a woman who is fat, you will be fat." She began smiling as the smug expression melted from my face, showing me that she clearly was insane. "The spell is called a Linking Spell, it is designed to give those under the spell exactly what their future lover's heart desires. Your body in essence, has become a slave to his fantasies...his mind. The only thing I control is the power to make you a fertile, childbearing female." "I don't get it?" I shuddered. "What's in it for me?" She laughed and took another sip of her tea, "I'll get the woman who can bear his offspring...my grandchildren, YOU get to be that woman and HE...he gets the knowledge of knowing that you were once male. That alone will fulfill his fantasy of a effeminate male as his new partner in life and love." I began to become afraid, "What if I'm not interested in him?" I trembled in the fear of not knowing what might happen to me. "What if he and I don't like each other? What if I can't 'make' it with him." I cringed at the thought of being alone with another male. She laughed wickedly and reached across the table to pat my knee, "The Linking Spell would never leave you like that." She sat back in her chair, "It will guarantee that he'll like you, no, love you immensely!" Then chuckled, "Whether you wish for it or not." Her words spilled out toward me like cold ice. "But...but I don't want to be with a man, as a woman! I...I only liked the clothes!" I swallowed, the fear beginning to knot in my throat. "I can't...I won't allow...your son!" My mind began to scream for me to run. "No need to worry, the spell will see to it!" She hissed. I stood and began to pace, "I know nothing of being female, this is impossible to even comprehend!" Again she smiled, "You will, The spell will see to it." I gave the door a quick glance, "Why? Why do this to your own son? How could a mother be as spiteful as you appear to be?" She glared at me, her eyes boring into my very soul, "This family has an image to uphold. Like it or not, Leslie, you are going to be part of that image!" I took a step toward the door, my movement caused her to laugh hysterically. She scowled and took a menacing step toward me, "Do anything to ruin that image, Leslie and there will be hell to pay!" She clenched her jaw in a very unladylike manner. I again glanced toward the freedom that the door represented, wondering whether to bolt in panic. "I won't do it!" I yelled, placing the couch between us. "I don't care a thing for your precious image. I'll not be a part of this scheme! I want out, NOW!" She sat her cup down on the coffee table, "You ungrateful little twerp!" Her face suddenly contorted with menace, "The magical spell I used will force you to comply, like it or not, you have NO choice. I'll not have my son's future plaything talking to me that way! You'll see, the control is all mine!" She began to laugh maniacally. The building fear of her was too much for me to contain, I made my dash toward the door. I raced for the handle, pausing to scowl at the delusional woman. "Try and force me, I'll fight you all the way!" She laughed, throwing her head back. "Silly girl, it has already begun!" "Go to hell!" I shouted as I placed my back toward the door, just as my fingers touched the handle, it swung open. "Oh, I'm sorry Mother. Am I intruding?" A young man stood at the door, his pained look moved from me to her. He had dark eyes, wavy hair, to go along with his deeply tanned skin. I would guess him to be around 22, no more than 25. I glanced back over my shoulder toward the woman as she stood silently smiling, I could feel a smile slowly pulling at the corners of my mouth by unseen hands. A sudden calmness enveloped me, I couldn't help but smile at her son. Inside my stomach was churning, pleading with my mind to run. He too looked uncomfortable, almost sad. She broke the silence, directing her comment to the young man, "I would like to introduce a friend of mine to you." He nodded in my direction, his dark eyes reflecting the light from the window. "Leslie, this is Mark, my son." I noticed him swallow hard, his hand extended out as if he was fighting against it himself. He took my hand as if to shake it, I felt a slight tingle. His sad eyes met mine, a slow uncomfortable smile crossed his perfect lips, "Leslie, welcome to our humble home." I could say nothing, my heart had felt as though it had just melted in my chest. "If there is anything I can do for you, Leslie, just ask." His voice was smooth and mellow, I caught myself sigh. He tried to look away, but his eyes continued to stay fixated on me. He nodded to his mother and gave me a quick forced smile, "Sorry for the interruption," He backed from the room and gently pulled the doors closed behind him. I turned and again faced his Mother. She smiled, "Try and stop it now, fool." I frowned as she pointed toward the mirror. "You are as good as his now!" I quickly crossed to the mirror, "I see nothing different." She moved in behind me, "Your hair is longer." I looked, pulling a lock off my shoulder, "No it isn't." She only smiled, "The spell is that way, often you don't notice the change until it's too late. I looked at her, "I don't think I want to do this anymore." "Then leave." She spoke softly, "Or rather, try to leave." "You're intending to stop me then?" I asked the chuckling woman. "I won't have to, the spell won't allow you to leave." She sat upon the arm of the chair and laughed. "Or, should I say, your unrelenting 'love' won't allow you to leave." She got up and started moving toward me. "Mark is the key, the more you're around him, the faster the changes happen!" She scowled. "Face it Leslie, accept the changes. One way or another, you will or, they will embrace you!" "But that's your son!" I pointed toward the door. She smiled, "Yes and your future husband." She took a step toward me causing me to back away from her. "Does...does he know?" I asked, feeling like crying. "Maybe, maybe not." Her giggle unsettled me. "What does it matter at this point." She looked back toward the book and laughed, "I should let you know, I added an incantation that speeds up the process. By nightfall, you will know just what it means to be female. I scoffed and threw the door open, "Where will you be going?" She asked, walking just behind me laughing sarcastically. "I'm going back to the orphanage." I growled over my shoulder, trying not to show my fear of her. "You can take your little offer and shove it up your ass." I tried to be forceful, but in my fear my trembling voice only came out just above a whisper. "That's fine." She snickered, "But don't you think you should say good bye to Mark, first?" She tried to touch my shoulder as she spoke. I squirmed away and wheeled around, "Why? So I give more time for your strange spell to do it's damage?" I frowned at the woman who was still smiling at me, "No thanks, I'll be heading home." I backed my way to the foyer, she was only steps from me, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Leslie, are you leaving so soon?" A smooth deep voice behind me questioned. I turned, there stood Mark. "I...uh...I've got to be going home." I sighed, brushing a long golden tress from my face, he looked as though he was under some type of control himself. "Surely you can't leave before I show you the grounds?" He spoke softly, looking all around himself at the lovely gardens on each side of the walk. "Mother?" He looked past me, toward the woman who was still smiling. I could see him trying to fight her magic, but she possessed all the control, her and her damn magic spell. "It's entirely up to Leslie," She smiled and slowly turned, heading back inside the house. "Now's my chance" I thought, "I can make a run for it!" But no, my feet wouldn't move. He stood looking at me, holding his hand out for me to take it. I began to scramble for excuses, nothing was coming to mind. "Was it the spell?" I wondered. My mind raced, "Control your breathing girl, uh...shit! Why would I think that?" Mark gave me a gentle smile, my heart began to beat wildly. "Get hold of yourself Leslie!" I thought, trying to calm my fears. Gradually my hand rose up to touch his, again I felt the little jolt of energy pass through us. He waived me past him and pointed toward a huge rose garden, "This is one of the most beautiful spots on the entire estate." I let myself be drawn in by the fragrance of the roses, the sound of his melodic voice, "It's beauty is only surpassed by the most lovely of women." I glanced back at him, he was smiling. His smile caused my nipples to tingle, a strange feeling indeed for me to have. I knew it was the spell, as I was directed toward a glistening white bench. He walked over and picked up a hedge clipper from the base of a huge bush, "A rose's beauty knows no end, but you should know that." He clipped a bloom and handed it to me, as I took it I noticed my slender hand gently grasping the thorny stem. I felt tears well in my eyes, her spell was changing me and I had no control. "Would you care to see the pond? It's quite lovely this time of year." I felt myself nodding as he took my hand and began to lead me down a flower lined path. Suddenly finding myself caught in the strange web his mother had woven. His hand hovered closely to my rapidly thinning waist. I could feel the spell working it's magic, my steps became gradually shorter, each one seemed to be falling directly in front of the other. As we stopped near the edge, he slipped his hand around my waist, pulling me close. I could smell his after shave, the scent dancing upon my senses. He walked me down to a small arched bridge that led from the path to an island that contained an ornate gazebo. He glanced at me and winked as we began to cross the little bridge. At the apex, we paused and he pointed out the great Koi fish that swam past, their golden scales sparkling in the sun. "You're a very pretty young girl Leslie, I'm glad mother introduced us." His pained smile sent little pulses of energy throughout my body. I tried to speak, control of my mouth would only let me sigh. A sigh sounding so hopelessly feminine that it sounded as though I was enamored with this handsome man. I leaned against the rail, looking into the water, my reflection revealing how complete his mother's spell had become. A quick glance showed me that my breasts were spilling from the seemingly transparent dress that I now wore. My delicate features were now framed by wavy hair, golden as the sun. He tugged at my hand, pulling me on across the bridge and into the gazebo. "I couldn't think of a more beautiful place on this earth and to have you here in my favorite spot only makes it better." His words, spoken almost as a sigh. I wanted to run from him but something was holding me fast, he looked down at me and gently took my chin in his large hand. Slowly, as if guided by an unseen hand, he lowered his face to mine where we kissed. Strange as it was to kiss him, more strange was the fact that I returned his kiss as seductively as he had given it. I desperately wanted to break from his grasp and run, but I couldn't force myself from him. I seemed to be enjoying his company. "Oh God, what's happening to me?" My mind pleaded. That he was a part of the spell I was sure, he seemed to be changing as rapidly as I was. At first, he didn't seem to be a very willing participant, now, he was becoming very enamored with me, almost as much as I was with him. I tried desperately to force myself away, as I turned to head back over the little bridge. He shouted at me from behind, "Wait Leslie, don't run away!" I lightly ran across the bridge, my golden hair bouncing behind me. It almost seemed as if I were playing some sort of game with him. He chased me until I hid behind a great hedge and held my slender hand upon my panting breast, a lusty smile erotically dancing upon my lips. A twig snapped to my left, as I turned my head he was standing there. He scooped me into his arms and I playfully struggled to leave. "No, no my love, not before a kiss." He laughed. He pulled me close, my hand was trying to push him back as his tongue slowly pushed into my mouth. Again, the strange electric tremble centered in my breasts and crotch. My long slim fingers dropped to his waist, a moan escaped from my throat. I could feel his hand tentatively caressing the exposed skin of my chest...tenderly, I moved his hand gently to my pert breast. His mother seemed to have won this magical battle, I, no, we had lost. He lowered me to the ground, covering my neck and upper chest with kisses, "I am completely captivated by you," He whispered, again kissing my full lips. "I find it hard to imagine life without you, my dear Leslie." I smiled and gently caressed his tight bottom, he bounced his eye brows. "Some day soon we will go much farther than this, my young love. Much, much farther." I seemed to have been removed from the control of myself, as I slowly began to spread my legs, letting his body straddle mine. He smiled and kissed my exposed nipple, the gentleness causing swelling under his moist tongue. I let out a long, slow gasp. He suddenly sat up quickly, "Mother's coming." He began looking over his shoulder as a young teen might if caught in the back seat of his parents car with a young lady. I sat up next to him and began to straighten out my clothing. "Oh, there you two are?" She smiled as she saw us, I was looking down, trying to smooth out my dress. Inside, I felt like crying, the dress I was wearing seemed to have appeared from nowhere, like the love I was feeling for him. I looked back at her still smiling at me. I wanted to tell her what I really thought about what she was doing to me, but instead of my contempt toward her that I wanted to scream, I only sat smiling like some stupid female. Then, as if to top it all off, I listened in horror as my soft feminine throat voiced an embarrassed, and yet girlish giggle. "Hi Mrs. Foster." I chirped in a voice sounding like Honey. She smiled her reply and nodded toward her son, "Don't be long dear, we wouldn't want Leslie to get to bed late." He looked over, smiling at me lustfully, "I'll make sure she gets to bed...plenty early." He spoke low and grinned, pulling me against his chest as we sat on the ground. His mother paused and walked away, unsure of what she just heard come from her sons mouth. Almost as soon as she rounded the corner, Mark pushed his warm hand into the collar of my dress, fondling my round bosom like some sex starved teen. Slowly we undid the buttons to my waist. I leaned in further, as his other hand methodically trailed down between my legs, pulling the dress higher and higher up my smooth thigh. "I can't believe you know what I am and still want me." He spoke as he kissed my neck gently, my knees slowly spread to allow him greater access. He hesitantly pulled his hand away, "I want to wait until we can finish what we have started." I looked up at him, panting with lust, my erotic short breaths only provoking us further. Smiling, he kissed my full lips, "We shall finish this," He gave my smooth crotch a stroke, slightly pressing me with his fingertips, "When we are husband and wife." I sat up and slowly turned to face him, my one hand resting against his hardened muscle, my eyes were dancing from his dark eyes to his playful smile. Slowly I leaned against him and we kissed. Even though I could feel the magic washing over me like a great wave, I had gained back slight control of my mind. "I have something that I should tell you." "What is it my love?" He smiled, brushing a long blonde hair from my face. "This is all a lie, your mother..." I felt tears welling at the corner of my eyes. "I already know." He laid his finger to my lips, I felt myself kissing the tip. "She means well Leslie, mother knew that I had this problem, she was a bit embarrassed by it." "But why?" I asked, sounding breathy and sexy. "Why do this to me?" "She wanted Grandchildren." He pulled my chin up and kissed my upturned mouth. "The 'girls' I had been dating, could never give her that." "Why not change one of them?" I sighed, resting my head against his powerful chest, tender kisses falling lightly against his bronze skin. I hated acting like this lovesick female, but her control over my body had not released enough for me to fight back. His kisses fell softly on my neck, "I tried to warn you, but by then, it was too late." Slowly he worked his way to my chest with his butterfly kisses, my crotch suddenly felt charged with minute erotic pulses. "When I entered the room, I felt her spell wash over me, I knew then that she would succeed in her plot," He sighed into my breasts as he continued to kiss them. He raised his head up, looking deeply into my eyes. "Those others, they weren't naturally female, she needed a natural, unchanged person to start with. Not some medically altered subject. Especially if she wanted my wife to give birth to children." He looked down, and gently caressed the side of my breast. "I wanted it to be a man, so I could live the fantasy. I guess, you fulfill both of our desires." He gradually laid his palm on top my breast, causing me to shudder from his touch. "But, what about my desires?" I closed my eyes to his gentle caress, "What about my needs? She has killed everything I had ever wanted, replacing it with only thoughts of you." He looked at me lovingly and smiled, gently caressing my soft cheek. "Leslie, your desires, are my desires. Your needs are my needs. Mother's spell is seeing to that." I smiled and gave his chest a slight squeeze, realizing for once that somewhere deep inside of me, I really did have a tiny glimmer of control. He sat quietly, fondling my breast, kissing my ear. "Leslie, do you find me desirable?" I sighed my reply, my small delicate hand resting firmly on his stiff tool. "Even though you remember all that's happened, will you marry me?" Even as I listened, I knew it was her spell at work. I rolled over and straddled him, knees on each side of his waist. "Yes Mark, I'll marry you." I suddenly felt a warm breeze across my leg, I was hopelessly aroused. He raised his hands to cup my naked breasts. I could feel my lust building, I began to fight against her spell with my mind. I looked down, our clothes had suddenly vanished under the completeness of her spell, we were nothing more than a man and woman seething in the passion of our own love. But, I had a plan, If I could only try to... He noticed that we were unclothed and gave a short laugh, "I guess mother's spell may be wearing off." He sighed as he kissed my slender neck. I pulled away and gave him a curious look. He recognized my questioning look and shrugged, "I thought about us laying here in the nude and it just happened." My mind began to race, "He had control?" I thought. I looked down at his wonderfully muscular chest, running my slender fingers across his bronze skin. "I can feel her spell's power diminish," He said grinning. I smiled to myself as I realized that I too was able to control what my hands were doing. I could still feel the lust built up from the spell, there was no getting away from that. But somehow, I just knew that if I concentrated, I could still control my actions, especially, if I could get him to just think he wanted it. He smiled up at me, his hands slowly gliding up my slim waist as he spoke, "What is it that you want most from me Leslie?" His smile making me aroused beyond belief. I could feel him buried to the hilt, thrusting deep inside of my body. I looked aside, my own body being rhythmically joined with his. Slowly, I could feel my hips began to rock, he gave me a sly smile. "Well...Leslie?" I closed my eyes, the words came as one great breath. It meant the death of the male me, but I wanted her to pay and pay dearly. "I want your child." My mind was linked to both his lust for the male me and his mother's want for a grandchild. If I could only get him to think he wanted it as much, maybe I could get my revenge. He smiled slowly, "You will, but not just yet." His soothing voice reminding me that his mother still had control over both of us. I concentrated harder, I couldn't let her win. The spell caused me to frown and pushed my lower lip out like some pouting little girl, this typical feminine reaction, just caused him to smile. "But why not now?" I pleaded, rocking my hips upon his bulging muscle, trying to make his mothers well thought out plan backfire. He slowly closed his eyes, smiling. Then almost as soon as he began to fall into rhythm, he stopped and frowned. "Leslie, honey, if we were to become pregnant now, it would be a huge embarrassment to mother." He pulled me close and kissed a gently sloping breast. "That's the idea," I laughed inwardly. I thought hard, with what was left of my male mind. "I had to get back at her for doing this to me, but how could I get him to go along?" His ragged sigh caused me to tremble, I gasped as he took my nipple into his mouth. Leaning back, my long hair fell against my smooth skin, gently touching his thighs. "I so much want you right now, to feel you!" I gasped, my mind suddenly filled with lustful need. I kept picturing the two of us telling his mother that I was pregnant, the anger I imagined was priceless. I moved my soft lips near his ear as he suckled my exposed breast. "Inside," I whispered. The control over my body was coming back, I could feel my magical restraints dissolve into thin air. I raised myself up and saw that his was very close to exploding, "Leslie, what are you doing?" He gasped as I continued to rock my hips, building the pleasure he was feeling, higher and higher. I may never be able to break the bond of love that her spell imposed on the two of us, but maybe I could embarrass the hell out of her with his help. Again I leaned down to his ear and whispered, allowing my erotic breath to tickle inside his ear. "Impregnate me, you know you really want it." Slowly I touched my tongue on the sensitive opening of his ear and then pulled his head closer, continuing to drive him crazy with lustful passion. "Go ahead, fill my womb, make our baby." I sighed erotically, I was getting inside his mind, his rhythm became more aggressive. Almost as soon as I suggested it, he began to pump his seed deep into my womb. The look of horror on his face made me smile wickedly. "But Leslie, why?" We both knew that if he went off inside of my body, I would become pregnant. Especially, if he had been thinking it when he shot his seed inside of my body. I rolled off of him as soon as he stopped pulsating inside me, "I told her that I wasn't interested and still she used her spell on me!" I kissed him tenderly, realizing that our fabricated love for each other was still controlled by her spell. "I only liked to wear female clothes, I tried to tell her that, but she wouldn't listen. I never wanted to be... this." Again I kissed him deeply, my tongue caressing his. "I couldn't let her win, and this is the only way I could think of to pay her back." He pushed his hand gently through my now long hair, "I see." He held my soft face and kissed my tender lips. "By embarrassing her with your slowly swelling pregnant body." He laughed in a knowing way, stood up and took my hand. I struggled to my feet and looked down as he slowly rubbed my exposed belly. "She'll be burned by her own spell," He laughed, as I slowly rubbed the small waist her spell left me with, hoping and praying our baby would soon be growing inside." He smiled and gave a soft chuckle, "Yes, dear Leslie, you'll do. Mother will hate the way you went around her, doing this inside the perimeters of her own spell!" He gently stroked my stomach as he looked down, leaving me smiling mischievously. He pulled me close and kissed me, "Yes, I think you'll do just fine!" Inside, I shrugged at my own fate and looked at him, thinking to myself, "Mark really wasn't that bad after all, I could live with these results." Slowly we sank back down to the thick grass under a flurry of kisses. "Who knows, maybe our children will terrorize the old 'dear' to death." I smiled wickedly to myself, enjoying what he was doing. Mark again, slowly and gently began taking me in the soft lush grass of the garden. I couldn't help but to love him, enjoying the benefits of his body, her spell saw to that. Most of my mind was still my own, her spell losing control slowly. Maybe I would never be able to escape my lustful feminine need for him, then again, maybe I would never want to. I only knew that I wanted to embarrass her with all my heart. His mother brought this on us with her spell, but we didn't have to accept it with our minds. I looked down at his face, smiling in enjoyment of what our bodies were doing to each other. Slowly, my building need danced upon my senses, growing in excitement until we were both racked in sexual energy that knew no bounds. I felt him again pulse deeply inside me, sealing my fate with pleasure. I smiled slowly, she would rue the day she cast her spell on me! The End [email protected]