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Ground Hog Day ? Wiccan Style By Jerrie526 Ground Hog Day will never be the same after seeing the movie with Bill Murray several years ago. It was nearly a freak show; but that changed, the day I received a little gift from the *CUTEST* little girl I have ever seen. She was about the age of 9, with flowing golden blonde hair and the tiniest little harp-bow mouth. Her big, soulful, blue eyes beseeched me to take the gift from her. "But honey, what is it that you are showing me?" I asked. "Sir, this is called a Brideo'gas. It is part of my religions spring rites for bringing in the spring. We are giving them to any house that will accept them. Would you like to have it?" Damn those beautiful eyes. So expressive. Not to mention the PLEADING look she was giving me using her whole face. "Okay, honey. I will take it. How much do I owe you for it?" I figured that any religion that was sending their children out like this, had to looking for outside donations to further their operations. "Oh, sir, it will not cost you anything. We are giving these away to celebrate our Holiday of Imbolc. We cannot accept any money for them, or our Gods would be much angered for our turning this Holy Day into a commercial project, much like your Easter or Christmas." "You mean you do this just for fun? That is a little bit odd. But if you insist that it is given away, I will take it. Is there anything special that I have to do with it?" "No sir. You just need to make sure that you do not destroy it or throw it away. Our Gods will be highly displeased with you if you do that. All you have to do is put it on your table, and it will bless your house in its own special way." This young girl could have a great career as a salesperson when she grows older, especially with her ability to con this onto me like she did. I took the basket that was lined with flowers from her. "Thank you sir. May the Gods Bless your house." With that, she turned away and left my yard. I watched her for a few minutes while she joined several other girls, each carrying the same type of baskets, as they went to other houses. Finally tiring of watching them, I went back in the house and closed the door. I could not help but stop and look at the basket I had in my hand. Inside it was the ugliest piece of work that I have ever seen. It looked like it was a human figure that was made out of straw. It was nestled into the flowers like it was lying down sleeping. I set the basket on the table and went back to my business. Unbeknownst to me, the Brideo'gas was bestowing its blessing on my house. I thought it was just a quirk of religious fanaticism, which would send little girls around the streets in the beginning of February, carrying baskets of flowers with straw toys in it. I had been watching TV, trying to find something to watch until people got home from church. Since it was early morning on a Sunday, there was nothing much on it, except the infomercials that seemed to be on every channel, I started getting sleepy. Yawning widely, I stretched and pulled the lazy-boy lever to put me into a horizontal position for a nap. I slept. *** Waking up feeling refreshed, as well as surprisingly energetic, I popped up out of the chair, only to be shocked by what I found. My chest jiggled, and I felt something brush the back of my neck. What in the world? I reached up to my neck, and brushed against a protrusion on my chest with my arm. Stunned, I stopped doing anything; and stared at the BREASTS that now were somehow on my chest. My mind was whirling viciously, and I was not able to comprehend what I was seeing. I did what any warm-blooded human male would do when confronted with the impossible: I fainted. What seemed like forever, I finally came to full consciousness, thinking, 'what a weird dream that was'. As I sat up, I was again assailed with the sensations that had shocked me earlier. It was not a dream! I really did have breasts! What would cause this? A sudden thought sent me hurtling to the bathroom. The first thing I discerned was the female face in the mirror. None of my features had changed, just had been feminized. My hair color was still the dark brown that it had always been, only longer. It came down to mid back on me. It was wavier than it had ever been. Not to mention how shinny it was. It literally glowed with health. My attention turned back to my face. It reminded me so much of my mother's when she was young. I still had the scar that was next to my left eye, from a childhood accident that nearly killed me. My eyebrows were narrow lines of perfectly shaped arches. Nothing at all like the massive caterpillar brows that had crawled across my forehead before. The brow ridge that had stood prominently under them was no longer in existence. My forehead was smooth, and very feminine. Surrounding my eyes were the most luxurious lashes that I have ever seen. They had not a single hint of exaggeration, such as mascara, on them. They were naturally thick, and long, framing startlingly blue eyes. I had always wondered what I would have looked like, if I had been born female. I guess this might be what I would see if I had been. Moving my scrutiny down to the nose, the petite thing that the word pert was not even close to describing, it was a beautiful nose. Below that, thick full and shinny lips graced my mouth. A narrow chin even below that completed the visage. I brought my hand up to run along the lines of my jaw. The fine lines screamed 'Woman' at me. I turned my attention to my hands. The fine delicate fingers again reminded me of my mother's hands when she was younger. They were attached to slender arms, going upwards to my shoulders. No longer the broad shoulders that helped me with my work. WORK! How was I going to be able to go to work looking like this? As a telephone installer, I was known as a man, and not the woman that I was now. Or was I a woman? I turned my attention to the breasts that had shocked me so much. They seemed to be the same size as mom's were years ago. Not big, but not small either. Just right for my frame. Age has not been too easy on her. Of course, her genetic background was not the best for aging. She was of Norwegian descent and was thick boned, and sturdy like all women were there. I had the physical shape of my father's mother, who was of Asian stock. Finer boned, but far enough away from the original stock, that it was not the Asian look. My father had black hair, but was Caucasian featured. I noticed a bit of my father in me now, but in the form of one of my sisters. Dreading the last part, my hands moved down my sides. The tiny curve of my waist was impressive. I had been wearing a pair of biker's shorts when I was changed, and they were relatively tight on me. My hips had spread to an enormous size in comparison to my slender hips as a man. One of my former girlfriends had been curious about the size of my hips in comparison to hers and measured me. Mine had been 32" around while hers had been 38". Now, mine looked to be at least as big as hers was. Come to think about it, my ribs were not even the broad chest I had before. Too many changes, too soon. One thing left to check. My hands went down into my shorts. I felt the comfortable male briefs that I had always worn, but it was bunched up in the crotch and was tight on my hips. There was nothing in the pouch except a sparse patch of pubic hair. Below that, was the familiar slit of a woman's inner sanctum. Well, it was familiar, but not from this angle. I did not want to get too carried away with this. A sudden sensation came to my attention as I started to pull my hand away. It was so intense, that I shivered with the feeling. I had just brushed my new clitoris. If this was what women felt when they had it touched, I was going to have to explore that further. At the moment, the urge to pee became my focus of attention. As I sat on the toilet, I explored the sensations of the urine spraying out rather than in a stream that was relatively clean in comparison to what I was experiencing right at that moment. I felt drops hitting my legs and butt cheeks. Once I was done, I had to wipe myself clean. All in all, the experience was something new, and it was hard to wave off as inconsequential. Suddenly, I heard someone knocking at my door. Grumbling that someone would come to my house at such an inopportune moment, I stood up and pulled my shorts back up. I felt the tightness of the briefs and the looseness of the crotch, and I resolved to find something better fitting for me. When I got to the door, I realized that I was not exactly the same person that I was before, and whoever was at the door would not know me. Another knock startled me. On instinct, I opened it. Standing there was a short man I did not recognize. He was at least 6" shorter than me. That meant that I had not lost any height and was still the 6' tall that I had always been. Wait, he looked familiar to me. He sort of looks like my last girlfriend, maybe her brother or something. "Tom? Is that you?" He asked me. "Yes, who are you?" I was puzzled as to how he knew me. I cringed slightly at the sound of my voice. It was the first time I had heard my voice this high pitched, since I was a child before puberty. "It's me, Tracey. I take it you accepted one of those Brideo'gas' the little girls were giving out earlier." What he said took me by surprise. "I did get one. How could I refuse when it did not cost me anything? Now I am standing here looking like someone who might walk down a fashion runway." "Well, look at it from my point of view, you are better looking than I used to be. And, you are still taller than I ever will be, it seems." Maybe, whatever it does, only changes the sex of the recipient; but it cannot change the size of the person. I am going to have to look up information on the Brideo'gas on the Internet, and see what I can find out about them. This is an unusual occurrence to me, and I feel that it is not supposed to have happened. Maybe I should go look for the girl that gave me the basket, and talk to her parents. "Tracey, please come in. It is too cold out there to stand there. Besides we need to talk." I told him. He came into the house and I closed the door behind him. "Please have a seat wherever you feel comfortable. Is there anything I can get you to drink?" "Thanks Tom." He went to the couch and sat down. "If you don't mind, could I trouble you for a glass of water?" Before I could get it, there was another knock on the door. I was certainly popular today. I went to answer it. This time, there was a young woman, probably around the age of 30 standing at my door. "May I help you?" I asked her. "Are you Mrs. Mills?" She asked me. "No, I am Mr. Mills." I said. "Oh, good, I am glad that I came to the right house. My daughter forgot to bring along the instruction sheet for the Brideo'gas she gave out this morning. There are some very important items there that must be followed or things can go very wrong for you." "Oh, so you are the one that is playing this horrid joke on unsuspecting people with your witchcraft! I really need to chew you out for that. I am not a woman, but yet a short time ago, I was transformed into one, and my girlfriend has been turned into a man. You have a lot of explaining to do. If I had known that this was going to happen to me, I would never have accepted the so called 'gift' your daughter foisted on me. I expect you to turn me back into my normal self immediately, if not sooner." "I am sorry you feel that way about it. May I come in and explain what this is about? Please?" "Certainly, but I will warn you, if you do not change me back, you will pay dearly for it." I moved aside and let her enter the house. Tracey had heard my conversation or more exactly, my yelling and had come to see what was wrong. "What's wrong, Tom?" "Oh, nothing much Tracey, this is the woman whose daughter game me the Brideo'gas this morning. She has some explaining to do to both of us." "Well, she sure does. Get her in here, and let her explain. I really want to hear this!" I could tell that Tracey was just as upset at becoming a man, as I was at becoming a woman. Once we were all settled into the living room, she started talking. "First thing I should do is introduce myself. My name is Terina Jackson. The reason my daughter was out giving away the Brideo'gas' was because today is a very special day to people of my religion. To mundanes, it is simply Ground Hog Day; but we call it Imbolc. It is basically a celebration of growth and renewal of life." I had to ask her, "If this is a celebration of life and renewal, why does it involve us? I mean, keep it amongst your own people, and leave us alone." She seemed prepared for the question. "Mr. Mills, regardless of what you think, you are a part of our group. Our group is the human race. We feel that it should be shared with the whole race and not just for a select group of people. It is also everyone's world, and each year we see life renew itself in the springtime, and grow again." "I understand, but may we be changed back now?" I reiterated. She cast her eyes down at that question. I had a bad feeling about whatever she was about to say. She looked back up. "I cannot Mr. Mills. The Brideo'gas has to run its course, which will run until the first day of Spring. But..." "The first day of Spring! How do you expect me to go out and work? Nobody knows me like this, and I would quickly be kicked out of my employer's office if I showed up there in this condition." "I am sorry but it is something that you are going to have to deal with. You look enough like your old self still to be recognizable, and you will have to convince them that you are who you were, and that this is a temporary change." "If that is so, then why have you not ever done this before?" "We have Mr. Mills. All you have to do is appear at work in the morning, and people will understand. Every one of the people at your work and all through the town have gone through this at one time or another. We just limit it to about a dozen or two houses per year. Some people manage to hide out, or to take a vacation for the time that they are changed; but most people are open about what has happened to them, and are proud of the way they handled things." "Have you done other parts of the world, or are you just limiting your activities to here?" I said. "Oh, we are all over the world. We just are not so numerous to be able to transform everyone at once. If we did, the magic that controls Imbolc would go away, and we would not ever be able to change back." "I see. So, in the mean time, both Tracey and I have to remain as we are for the next, what, six weeks or so?" "That is about it. But there are other things that you need to be aware of before I leave." "Why do I get the feeling that you have told us all the good news first, and now you are about to tell us the bad news." "I am afraid you will not like it, no matter how I put it. Both you and Ms. Carter will be subjected to a ten-fold increase in your sex drives during this time frame of the Imbolc. That will mean you will desire sex so much that you will be willing to bed anyone of the sex opposite to what you are now." "Great! And when is that going to start?" I exclaimed. "You will start feeling it fairly soon. Each person has different times at which it hits them, but usually the average is about twelve hours." "So, after it takes affect, we will be like horny old goats wanting to rut at the drop of a hat?" "That is about the size of it. But one of the down sides of it, is that you, Mr. Mills, will be susceptible to becoming pregnant easier than a normal woman would be. The best thing to do, if you do not want to get pregnant, is to hide yourself away, lock all doors, and utilize things, other than a normal man's part, to try to ease the sexual feelings." "You just love giving away bad news don't you? If you say all this, what happens if I become pregnant?" "It is simple, if you become pregnant, you will have to carry the baby to term, but your partner will change back to the person he was before the change. That is, if he is a changee." "Then after the baby is born, I will change back?" "There can be ways that you might not change back. But you will not change back immediately. You will wind up waiting until the first day of Spring of the following year before changing back. You must also keep the Brideo'gas with you and safe, until the next Imbolc, or you will be female for the rest of your life." "What if I get pregnant, and I do not want to go through the problems of having a baby, and I abort the baby?" She was completely shocked at the question. "That would be the one reason that our Gods would keep you permanently as a woman. They value life and to destroy a new life like that would be the greatest sin against them and you will be stuck forever as a woman. Then they will make sure that you will never do that again since they will keep you pregnant no matter what you do. You will be having babies until your body cannot have any more. It is a simpler task to just have the one, and then change back." I had a lot to think about with everything she had said. I did have one other question for her. "Now, what would happen if the changees decided that they were happier as the new sex and did not want to change back after the period of Imbolc was over?" "All you would have to do is destroy the Brideo'gas, the straw doll, and any change would become permanent." "Okay, fair enough for me." I turned towards Tracey. "You seem rather nonchalant over the whole prospect of things." I told him. "Why should I care how things go? If you look at it from my point of view, I have nothing to worry about. I get to have the fun, and I will not have to worry about getting pregnant for once in my life. I can sit back and watch you go through the ritual of trying not to get pregnant." "I see your point." I turned back to Terina. "As I understand it, I can do nothing about getting rid of a baby once it is conceived. But, what about making sure that I don't get pregnant in the first place? Like some sort of birth control?" "You can try but chemicals will not work, prophylactics will rupture, diaphragms will become an infectious foreign object that the body will reject. If you try permanent sterilization, you will be left permanently as a woman but you will receive a still higher libido than before. It would be enough to turn a person insane." "Your Gods seem to me to be a little narrow minded over things." I scoffed at her. "Laugh at me as you will, but the whole issue is about the renewal of life. It is not for the prevention of life. We celebrate life, and what better way is there, than to involve those people, who are or have been, unable or unwilling, to bring new life into the world. We will see what happens to you as you go through the Rite of Imbolc. Now, if you will excuse me, I have other houses to visit to go through this whole explanation again." She got up to leave. She hesitated at the door. "Before I leave, Mr. Mills, I feel I must tell you this: I was at one time a young man. I went through the Imbolc the same as you. I got pregnant and aborted the baby in my fright. I was left as you see me now. I have long ago accepted my life, and even joined the people that celebrated the Imbolc. Now, I see things from the inside, and I find it is better to just allow things to be as they are meant to be. Good day, and good luck. May the Gods bless you in everything." She said the last, smiling widely before turning and leaving the house. I stood there dumbfounded at her last statement. Could I believe her, or was it just some sort of psycho-babble she was feeding me, leading me into falling prey to her traps? I would not know for sure. I just knew that I was now a woman, regardless of anything she told me. Later in the day, while talking with Tracey, I started having an edgy feeling that I could not understand. My crotch was feeling awfully warm, and I could feel a wetness that was penetrating the area. My chest started feeling tight in the vicinity of my nipples. Since I had never felt these sort of sensations before, I had no idea what it was that I was feeling. All I could do, was sit there getting progressively warmer, to the point of being fidgety. I found myself staring at Tracey, and daydreaming about his crotch. I started to play with my breasts while thinking about him. Before I knew what I was doing, I was fingering my crotch. My body was soon taking control of my actions, and soon I was sitting next to Tracey, rubbing myself against him. My nostrils were filled with his musky male scent. I could not help myself at all. Something outside me was dictating my movements to me. I was like a puppet in my own body. I watched myself take a hold of his head in my hands and plant a kiss right on his lips. It was returned with an equal force on my lips. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and probe the insides. At the same time, I felt his hands come up to my chest and start groping my breasts. The feeling was incredible and it spurred me on to greater efforts. His hands moved down and lifted my shirt up and slid it over my head, leaving my breasts exposed. His hands continued their explorations of my new protrusions. The new connections from the nipples to my crotch overloaded my senses, and my mind blanked out from over-stimulation. As I finally came to myself again, I was laying in my bed, naked, with Tracey beside me sound asleep. I had a pleasurable tingling in my chest and my crotch that seemed to indicate that I had been doing something that I could not recall. I remembered what Terina had said about the body becoming easily turned on, and the sex drive being increased over normal. With a sinking feeling, I realized that Tracey and I had been having sex. I can only hope that what we did, did not make me pregnant. I would have to wait to find out. I could not help but look at Tracey. He was sleeping so peacefully, that I did not dare wake him up. A flutter in my heart occurred as I looked at him. She had been a good looking woman and that had translated into a good looking man. I reached up to touch his strong jaw. There seemed to be no beard there and it felt smooth. But that was belied by the five o'clock shadow that seemed to be showing along his jaw. Where I would normally be bristly, I was now smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. An urge got me up off the bed, and into the bathroom. Since I was already naked, I did not have to take my clothes off, but as I was looking down at the toilet, I knew there would be no way that I could ever aim down at it. I turned around, backed onto the toilet, and tried to figure out how to let go. While I was figuring it out, my body decided that it was just going to do it, and a spray of water came out. Not knowing what to expect, I managed to spray water all over my cheeks and my legs. I found out that if I were to spread my legs a bit, the spray decreased, and did not get all over me as before. But the damage had already been done. I gobbed up some paper to try to dry myself off with it, and encountered a thick, sticky substance that was oozing out from the new orifice that populated my crotch. Slightly grossed out by it, I cleaned as much as I could from the area, before dropping the paper into the toilet. I decided that the best thing to do was to take a shower, and try to clean the rest of it away from me. A couple minutes later I was scrubbing away with my normal soap and wash cloth. The cloth was rough on my new body, and I was feeling like I had taken sand paper to my skin. The soap was burning my skin like acid. I had never had a problem like this before; and the pain from the cloth, and the soap were causing my eyes to tear up. I tried hard to clean the area below that had been sticky, but it nearly sent me through the roof with the sensitive nature of my new genitalia. I had to stop using the cloth since it hurt me severely as I tried to clean myself off. I took to using my hands to scrub myself off; and while it was not as painful, the soap was still uncomfortable. I was going to have to talk to Tracey to find out how she did it when she was female. I am finding that so far, being a woman is not easy. *** The days of sex were numerous for me. I could not get enough, but within a month, I had started feeling sick in the mornings. I could not figure it out, but after a discussion with Tracey one day, at her recommendation, I bought a pregnancy test. After reading the instructions, I proceeded to run the test. To my horror, it was positive. After having become more mentally a woman, I burst out crying at the results. "Why did I ever accept that stupid doll from that girl?" I asked myself. I was miserable! I no longer was the owner of my life. This baby that was growing inside me was. If I wanted to get my life back, I had to carry it through to term. If I did not want to carry it, I would become a horny woman for the rest of my life. Let alone getting pregnant as much as the body would let me be. I needed help; and there was only one person who I could turn to. That was Tracey. He had been with me day in and day out since the change. I had not been with any other man, so I knew whose baby this was. If I knew what sort of trouble this was going to cause me, I never would have gone to him. He was sympathetic to my situation, but I could tell he was a bit amused by the whole idea that he was going to be a father. He swore he would stick by my side after the end of the Imbolc, and he became a woman again. I should never have believed him! In the two years since I became a woman, I have found out many things about men. You can never really trust them. They will tell you one thing to your face, and then go behind your back and do exactly the opposite. Tracey had said he would be by my side through my pregnancy; and HE was. I found out afterward, that he had gone home that day and destroyed his Brideo'gas, so that he would remain a man for the rest of his life. On the day of the end of Imbolc, he did not change back to a woman; and he confessed to me that he was happy as he was, and so much freer to do in everything he wanted to do. He loved being a man and refused to go back to being a mere woman. I was angry with him, and stamped my little foot several times, but it did no good. It was done. The next eight months of my pregnancy were horrible for me. I had never felt such agony, nor dealt with so many different problems that I had come up. The actual pain of the birth was enough to make me scream out that I was going to kill Terina for doing this to me. The nurses got quite a laugh out of that. Normally, the woman would be screaming that they were going to kill the man for doing that to them. I was not a normal woman. The time of the Imbolc came around again, finally. Remembering back to what Terina had told me, I only had to wait for the last day to roll around, and I would become a man again. Sundown of that day still saw me as a woman. Sunrise the following day, I remained the same. Confused and greatly disappointed, I cried, I screamed, I tore at my hair in frustration. Mostly, I sat in complete silence. I fed my daughter in complete silence. I did not say a word to anyone for several days. Finally, Tracey was concerned enough to come over. The baby had been fussing loudly because of my silence, and once Tracey picked her up, and started talking to her, she quieted down. She had been craving a voice to calm her down. Tracey had a look of sadness on his face that I could not explain. I still did not want to talk to anyone; and my depression hung like a cloud over my head. "Tom, you are going to have start taking care of yourself or you will wind up hurting both yourself and the baby." "Why should I even care? You take the baby. She is yours too. I could care less about myself. I am stuck this way, and I do not know why. Terina said I would change back after the end of the Imbolc this year, if I had gotten pregnant. It is over, and I am still a woman. I did nothing else, and I followed her instructions. I do not know who I upset that I should be punished in this manner." I burst out crying again. I thought I was finished with my tears, but more flowed from my eyes. "Tom, you did not upset anyone. It is just the opposite. Someone fell in love with you as you are." He lowered his head a bit. "What? Who would want to fall in love with a woman who was once a man?" "I would. I loved you when I was a woman; but you would not let me get close enough. You were always aloof, no matter what I did. The time I spent with you in those first six weeks were the happiest of my life. I was free of the womanly problems, and you seemed to need to have someone around. When I destroyed my Brideo'gas, I did the same to yours; but I substituted a replica for it so that you would not know it was missing. I'm sorry, but you are this way because of my love for you." "YOU! You cursed my life to be a woman because of your petty love for me? How DARE you put your feelings, and your greed before the life of another human being! Give me MY daughter. You cannot call her yours anymore. You are a lying, deceitful Bastard! Do not ever come around me again or you will be sorry. Get out of my house. Get out NOW!" I had tears running down my face in my anger. How dare he put his lust over my life! My daughter started crying with me. I stopped my crying and held her close. She was the one who was the most innocent of this situation. I could not ruin her life by being miserable. Once I was able to get her to stop crying, I was able to come out of my blue funk. She was such a good baby and though I hated being a woman, she was the light of my life. I would not give her up for anything. If I had become a man again, I would have had feelings for her in any case. She is from my body, and she will remain connected to my soul. I shook myself out mentally. Tracey was right. I needed to take care of myself or both of us would suffer, and an innocent is one that should never suffer. I was a mother whether or not I enjoyed the thought of it. I had a baby to protect, and I would give my life to do so. That was a year ago. My daughter is now walking, and has been starting to talk. I have long since forgiven her father for his deceit; and just last January, I married him. I have come to terms with being a woman, a mother, and now a wife. I just found out that I am pregnant with my second child. Tracey wants it to be a boy this time, but we will have to find out when I give birth. I have decided that I did not want to know the sex until it was born. That way we can celebrate it's life and not anything else. Little Terina will be so happy to have a baby brother or sister. Yes, no matter what, Terina Jackson had made a major change in my life by sending her daughter to give me the Brideo'gas. I meant to give my daughter a different name, but I felt that she needed to have a good role model to look up to one day. She was a very impressive young woman, and I felt she deserved to have a namesake. I no longer go by my old male name Tom. I am now calling myself Trinesia or Triney Speaking of Terina, I had been able to get in touch with her after the failure of being able to turn back, and she had not been able to give me any advice on changing back. But she has become a very good friend to me, and has started teaching me about her religion. I will become a member in the next six months, when the leaders feel that I have learned enough. I am happy. One day, I will be able to send my daughter out with the others, to give away more Brideo'gas' to the unwary or rather the uninitiated. Then I get to see the fun that occurs with the changes. I look forward to it. The End.