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Note: This story is different than most. It's not a true female to male
story or she-male or any kind of gender swaping. It's more along the
lines of Gender Mixing. It has bearded women (or girls in this case) and
the story line is unique. It would be intresting if people who read this
are inspired to write more stories about women growing beards.
Danielle Logan the Teenage Witch: The Beginning of the Spell Disease
written by Freaky_Girl (a.k.a. Mandy)
Part 1
"Alexandra, wake your sister up!" I heard my mother scream. "She's going
to be late for school."
"Why can't she get up herself?" my sister complained as she trudged up
the steps to my room. I heard a pound on the door, then the door slam
open. "Mom says wake up and get out of bed before you're late for
school," my sister said bluntly. I groaned and pulled my comforter over
my head.
"I'm not getting up," I said, half-asleep and half-mumbling.
"Yes you are. I'm not going to miss my meeting this morning."
"What meeting Alex?"
"The meeting that my friends and I have once a week before school."
Alexandra Logan is my 18 year old sister. She's a senior at Jackson High
and one of the most popular and beautiful girls in school. Alex belongs
to the most popular clique at Jackson High called "The Pink Ladies". With
a 5'6" frame, her weight complimented her height. She had beautiful
almond shaped eyes which were hazel colored and light brown hair that was
shoulder length. It was fashionably styled and I always wondered how she
kept it so immaculate throughout the school day. Her nails and toes were
perfectly French manicured and her makeup was always well done. She had
no boyfriend, but almost every guy in school wanted to be her boyfriend
or wanted her. She seemed perfect.
"Can't you guys pick a different day for your dumb meetings?" I asked.
"Um...let me think.......NO! So get up!"
Alex yanked my covers off and pulled me out of bed. I fell to the floor
and have no choice but to surrender to her.
"I'm up, are you happy now?"
She crossed her arms across her chest and frowned.
"No, I'm not happy. Just hurry up and get dressed."
She stalked out of my room and I shut the door behind her. I walk over to
my mirror and look at my reflection. I wasn't ugly, but I wasn't
absolutely gorgeous. My name's Danielle Logan and I'm 16 years old. I'm a
junior at Jackson High. I had the same beautiful almond shaped eyes that
my older sister had except my eyes were brown. My brunette hair was
shoulder length and I tried to keep it styled how it was fashionable. I
was 5'3" and weighed 125 pounds. Unlike Alex, I was extremely self-
concious and I didn't like to show my body off. Especially my thighs,
which I thought were so huge. I sighed at my reflection and got dressed
for school. My mom had a bowl of cereal in her hand when I walked down
the steps.
"Danielle, can't you get up on time?"
"Mom, I was having a really good dream."
"Too bad. You need to stop living in your 'dream world' and learn to live
in reality. Now get in the car before your sister starts to complain."
I rolled my eyes at my mother. I think that she sometimes played
favorites and her favorite was Alex. I slid onto the backseat and my mom
pulled out of the driveway. We were on our way to school when Alex asked
what day it was. She wasn't all that bright sometimes.
"Well, CSI: Miami was on on Monday and CSI:NY is on tonight, so it's
Wednesday."
"You are such a nerd," Alex said, rolling her eyes. "Those shows are so
stupid. There aren't any hot guys on them and there's dead bodies."
"Do you know nothing. The dead bodies are PART OF the show. And there are
hot guys! My ABSOLUTE favorite is Carmine Giovinazzo. He's so hot and he
has a great personality. My second favorite is Adam Rodriguez. " Alex
snickered and laughed.
"How would you know if he has a great personality? You don't know him at
all and he doesn't even know you exist!"
I shut up after that. She knew she was right and it wasn't worth trying
to prove her wrong. Alex was seemed to be always right. It wasn't fair.
And just for the record, just because I didn't know him didn't mean that
one day I couldn't. Hell, I'd get even with her one day.
We arrived at school and Mom said good bye to us. I walked over to my
best friends Victoria Carson and Marina Davis. Victoria and I had been
friends since seventh grade and nothing has changed since. She still had
a bunch of pimples on her face and the same brownish curly, frizzy hair.
She was 5'5" tall and 130 pounds. Marina on the other hand was the exact
opposite. I had know Marina since seventh grade as well. Marina was 5'0"
tall and 120 pounds. She was shorter than Victoria and I, so she was
affectionatly named "Pygmie."
"Hey Danny," Marina said. Danny was my nickname. "What's up homie?"
"Marina, please don't try to sound gangster."
Victoria gave Marina the "I-don't-know-you" look as some football jocks
walked passed us. Victoria was more into guys than Marina and I, so we
let her try to impress them.
"Danny, is your sister dating Jack Morrison? You know, the guy from the
football team?"
I gave her a surprised look. "If she is, this is the first I'm hearing of
it. Alex hasn't had a date since freshman year."
"Why?" Marina asked. "Does she have crabs or some kind of STD?"
I laughed. "No. My sister may be the biggest flirt in school, but she's
still a virgin."
"Wow. That's a surprise. Normally the two go hand in hand."
We all looked at each other. We knew plenty of girls who flirted and
slept around. We talked some more about our classes and about what we
were going to do after school. The bell rang and we went our seperate
ways.
I was in the middle of second period when I first experienced it. I was
sitting behind Katherine Daniels, one of the "Pink Ladies." Katherine and
her boyfriend David Roberts were sitting in the same row, next to each
other, when she threw him a note. He read the note, looked at me, and
laughed as he wrote back to her. I knew it was something about me. I
whispered under my breath, "I wish I knew what that note said."
I looked down at my notebook and I found writting that wasn't my
handwriting at all. It was Katherine's and it was what the note said. The
note read:
Kath: Have you seen what Danielle is reading? It's like......so
like........dangerous.
David: She reads too much. She'll never get laid if she's too smart.
Kath: Who would ever want to fuck her? She's not even pretty. Her
eyebrows are too thick and her arms are too hairy.
I was pissed off at reading that. How dare she say I would never get
laid? It's not like I'm trying to. I have too many plans and for a guy
interrupt and ruin them, he would never screw another girl again. I was
thinking about what I would do to her if she said that to my face when I
must have drifted off. I woke up to find a little haggard old lady
sitting on a stool next to a bubbling cauldron.
"I've been expecting you Danielle. Come sit." She conjured up a stool and
I sat down, not knowing what she wanted to do to me.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" I said, my voice shaking with
fear. I looked around to see if I was still in Mrs. Pinkley's English III
Honors class, but the surroundings were different so I guessed I wasn't.
"Danielle Logan, did you wonder how you saw what was written on that
note?"
"Yeah. But..............."
"Only one kind of person can do that. Do you know those kind of people
who can do that?" She was two feet away from me and I could see that she
had an extra finger on her right hand. I swallowed hard and I shook my
head.
"No ma'am. I don't know."
"A witch. And a powerful one at that. You had no idea you were one?"
"No Miss.............um..........what's your name?"
She smiled, revealing yellowed teeth and there was things stuck between
her teeth.
"My name's Sorceress Candice. I'm 450 years old and still young." She
chuckled at her little joke. I smiled, knowing that this old woman could
strangle me with her arms, which were unusually hairy and large for a
woman's.
"I'm sorry but I don't believe I'm a witch nor do I believe in magic."
Her eyes flared and she walked over to the caludron. I had said something
with had apperantly pissed this old woman off. The Sorceress snapped her
finger and a young woman suddenly appeared. She was tall blonde woman who
seemed to be in her mid-20's. Sorceress Candice had the young woman stand
10 feet from me and I looked at her.
"You don't believe in magic, eh? I'll prove to you it exists."
Candice pointed her finger at the woman and the woman shreeked in pain as
her small A-cup breasts grew to large C-cup sizes. Her shirt looked as if
it was about to burst. Then the Sorceress, apperantly not done her
demonstration, snapped her fingers. The woman's shirt came off and I
covered my eyes. I peeked between my fingers and saw that she was wearing
a bathing suit. "Thank god," I thought. "I'm not a lesbian who needs to
see that." The girl came closer until she was 5 feet from me. I saw that
she had a brown spot of something in the middle of her chest. The spot
grew larger and the color went from brown to blond. In two minutes, this
poor young woman went from pretty and petite to large chested and a hairy
chest to match.
"Do you believe in magic now?" Candice asked, a hint of sarcasm in her
voice.
"I think so," I said meekly, unsure of what she was capable of.
"I think so is NOT a good enough answer. Perhaps I have to do more to
this girl to prove to you magic exists." The Sorceress clapped her hands
and the young woman had begun to change. Her blond hair was getting gray
streakes in it and her blond bushy chest hair was already gray. She still
had her mid-20's body, curvy in the right places, skin still tight, and
breasts not sagging. However, her face was getting a few almost invisible
wrinkles. She now looked as if she were in her mid-30's, but her chest
hair gave her the apperance of a 40-something year old.
"Now," the Sorceress said, "time for a little mixing. What would make
this woman unique? Ah! I have just the thing."
The old witch reached into her cauldron and scooped up a cup of the green
goo. The woman in front of me drank the goo and then began moaning in
pain again, this time she was holding her private area. I noticed that
her tight jeans, which clung to her curves in the back, began to hug a
small bump in the front. The bulge grew larger until her jeans split in
half, leaving the poor woman in nothing but a bikini bottom, which held a
piece of equipment that was growing larger by the second. The woman
moaned and screamed but it was no consolation. Her "package" finally
stopped growing and you could say without a doubt that it was longer than
six inches.
She was also feeling her face, which had a 15 inch beard. She stroked her
beard and moaned with slight delight. The more she stroked her beard, the
longer it got. But also the longer she stroked her beard, the more of her
chest hair vanished, her breasts grew, and her hair got grayer. By the
time she was done, she wasn't a pretty picture anymore. The Sorceress had
conjured up a rocking chair. I looked at the woman and couldn't believe
my eyes. She was sitting in the rocking chair, her once beautiful blond
hair now dark gray with lots of white invading. Her beard now measured
three feet, but unlike men's beards, her's was thick, full, lushious and
it didn't get stringy at the tips. It tapered to a point but it didn't
lose it's fullness or thickness. She had another tight pair of jeans on
that showed her "package" grow ever so slightly if you looked closer. Her
scoop neck shirt showed the largest size C-cup breasts and no chest hair.
Her face was now more wrinkled and she kept stroking her beard. This
woman was still a woman. Only a few things had been altered. She still
had her womanly curves and other womanly things, but those two male
attributes were still there.
"There," said the old woman. "I've proved to you that magic exists.
You'll make a great witch. But I warn you, a dark time is ahead. Beware
of witch wine. There is a great hazard to society which can be released
anyone. It's called the Spell Disease. You can't tell if you have it
until things start to happen to you. You are the only person able to fix
it if the need arises. This black magic can come in any form. Be on your
guard. But no pressure dearest. Take care."
"Great," I thought. "No pressure dearest. Please, how isn't there any
pressure. If something bad happens in the world, I'm the only one who can
fix it." I said good bye to the lady and returned to my blackout phase.
My head snapped up. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was back in
Mrs. Pinkley's class. I had decided weither what I had seen was real, so
I gave it a try.
"Katherine, you said I'll never get laid because I'm not pretty. Well,
you'll never get laid again either with the wrong parts," I whispered and
pointed my finger in her direction. I saw a small cloud of purple dust go
toward her crotch area. I was watching and waiting for something to
happen when the bell rang.
"Shit," I said. "I wanted to see what was going to happen." I walked to
my next period class, Physics, and sat through it until the lunch bell. I
had to tell Victoria and Marina what happened.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Victoria asked, placing her lunch
tray down at our table. "How can you be a witch? Magic isn't real." She
sat down and took a huge bite out of her hot dog.
"Yeah Danny," Marina said. "Magic isn't real. Did you fall asleep in Mrs.
Pinkley's again? Cuz if you did, then it was probably all a dream."
I blushed. I wasn't one for falling asleep in class, but I had been
really really tired recently. So, yesterday and today I fell asleep in
Mrs. Pinkley's English class.
"I was tired, ok? Give me a break," I said, trying to sound like I had
been tired. That whole weird dream/reality thing wasn't exactly something
you wouldn't forget.
"Whatever," Marina said, walking over to the snack stand. She bought
french fries and was walking back to her seat when Troy Davenport, the
star quarterback on the football team, tripped her and him and his
buddies started laughing.
"Have a nice trip nerd?" he roared with laughter and his friend next to
him slapped him on the back for congatulations.
"Freak of nature," Marina mumbled as she sat down next to Victoria. I
looked over at Troy. He was still laughing, bringing himself almost to
tears with laughter. "No one does that to my friend and gets away with
it." Victoria and Marina both looked at my with surprised expressions.
"You can't do anything about it," Victoria said. "He'd kill you in a
minute."
"Oh yeah? Watch me."
I mumbled, "Troy, prepare to meet your ladies," and snapped my fingers.
Troy howled in pain and stood up as he grabbed his chest. Everyone in the
cafeteria stopped talking as they watched Troy's chest swell until he had
two bouncy largest possible sized C-cup breasts. His shirt had burst and
everyone laughed as he looked at his new boobs and the hair that covered
them.
"What the fuck just happened? Is this some kind of sick joke?" He tugged
at them and instead of him thinking they would come off, he had aroused
himself and was patting his crotch to keep "it" down. Troy bolted out of
the cafeteria and the minute he left, Katherine came in. She was crying,
her mascera making black lines on her face. She too was holding her
crotch, but not because she was aroused.
"I have a fucking dick," she screamed, everyone's head turing to her
attention. She indeed had a dick. The bulge in her tight denim short
shorts wasn't a vagina, that's for sure. I smuggly smiled, knowing that
my spell had worked.
"OMG!! Danny, I'm sorry I didn't believe you," Marina said, hugging me.
"Mar, it's alright. Nothing's going to happen to you for not believing
me." We continued to talk about what each of our teachers were like and
we went to our only class together, U.S. History II. We said good bye
after school was over and I headed home. I normally saw Alex walking
ahead of me on my way home, but today I didn't. "That's strange," I
thought but I continued on my way home.
Alex came home later than usual that day. I looked at Alex. Her upper lip
was darker than usual, which meant she hadn't gotten it waxed yet. She
was haggard looking too, which was something else that was unusual.
"Danny, I think I've must have some kind of disease or something."
"What do you mean you've been affected with a disease? Is it crabs?
AIDS?"
"How the hell would I get crabs? I'm still a virgin Anyway, Danny, you've
got to believe me! Something happened after school today. The girls and I
were having a bottle of wine that Miranda bought at this store in the
mall called Witch Wine. She thought that it meant 'witch wine to choose',
if you get my word play. So she bought a bottle with her fake ID. It
tasted great but when I started to walk home, I felt really funny.
Something is wrong." For the first time in my life, I heard the fear in
her voice.
I opened my mouth in shock. The old Sorceress woman said something to
beware of. Come to think of it, she said to 'beware of witch wine.'
"Lovely," I thought, "trouble is starting in my own house." Could it be
the Spell Disease? But how would I know if it was? I looked at Alex. If
she could show me that she has something wrong with her, maybe I could
tell if it is the Spell Disease.
"Can you prove to me something is wrong with you?"
"YOU want ME to PROVE that something is wrong? Are you freakin' crazy?"
I gave her a grimace smile and realized that I would have blackmail on
her if she proved to me she was sick.
"Yeah. I guess I am freakin' crazy. Prove it."
"Fine. I'll show you what I mean." She walked out of my room and into the
bathroom. I followed her and she shut the door behind me when we were
both inside.
"Sit down on the toilet seat."
I did as I was told, knowing that if I didn't, she might not show me.
Alex opened the medicine cabinet and took a can of men's shaving cream
and razor off of the top shelf. I was confused with what she was trying
to show me. She took the lid off the shaving cream can and squeezed some
out of it. She rubbed the cream between her hands until it foamed and
rubbed it on her face.
"Alex, what are you doing?" I asked. "Why are you shaving?"
She shot me a look of pure venom and then spoke. "You said you wanted to
know how I'm feeling funny. I'll show you how I've been freakin' sick."
Alex picked up the razor and began to shave. She washed the remaining
cream off her face and turned to face me.
"Alex, you've just shaved your face. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Danny, I'm showing you. Just like you asked."
I opened my mouth to speak, but when I saw what was happening, I had to
say something.
"OMG!"
to be continued...............
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