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Good Morning Dear, Guess what I've turned you into today? Somehow I should have known there would be problems with a wife who earned advanced degrees in both human sexuality and occult studies. It was a common misconception that Gwen's degree was in practicing the occult, whereas if you let her explain it was studying the history of occult and pagan religions. It helped that she didn't project an air of strangeness, she seemed as any academic woman with just a touch of an elitist about her. I'm an architect, my specialty is in incorporating historic elements into new designs. We both teach at the same university as instructors (not professors, we're not that far along yet). Though I do it only part time and contract work independently. About a month ago we'd taken a trip to England. It was a vacation, but a working one. I went to take sketches of old buildings and Gwen took the opportunity to study old books. One night when we were passing through the country side we saw a notice up for an auction at a minor Baron's estate. In the course of remodeling they needed to clear out an old room that had been used as storage back before world war two. I wanted to go to see if I could find out how they were planning to update the manor, that fitting with my architectural interests and Gwen wanted to rummage through the sale. It turned out the place was a dump, a huge beautifully neglected dump. The room they were clearing out had been home to rats and almost all the items turned out to be large furniture covered with teeth marks and the vague oder of rat droppings. The auction was dead, a few people had shown up hours ago, but quickly left after they'd examined the goods. The Baron and his wife were a nice enough couple, not nearly as rich as you'd imagine, in their early fifties. It turns out they'd inherited the home and title from the man's senile uncle and were in over their heads. They'd grown up in the city and weren't quite sold on the idea of country life. After I told them about my architecture interest they asked me the tour of the home and give them ideas on what they might do with it. Which I was only too happy to do. Gwen borrowed some overalls and pair of rubber gloves and went through the room itself. We'd heard her scream and all rushed in, turned out she'd found a pile of dead rats. She was laughing by the time we got there and shooed us away so she could continue. By the time I'd finished my architectural discussion she'd collected a small pile of books and a few smaller items. She'd asked what they wanted for them, but they insisted on giving them to us for free as a thank you for my time. We ended up having dinner with the couple that night and they kept telling us how we reminded them of their children. After the trip Gwen had been going through the books and one in particular had taken her interest. It looked like a large journal or diary. The cover was either dingy pink or faded red with a gold inlay. There were no words on the cover, instead it was adorned with an iron clasp that bound the book shut. The clasp was stuck and she couldn't figure out how to get it open. I'd offered to help but she said she wanted to open it herself. One lazy Saturday afternoon she came into my study with the book open and a smile on her face. "Hey Michael, look at this, I finally got it open." "That's great Hon. How'd you do that?" "Turns out it's a puzzle lock, sort of like those iron puzzles where you have to figure out how to remove a piece." "So it's kinda like that puzzle box? You know the one that turned out to be a doorway to Hell." She smirked. "Well actually it is a little like that." "Excuse me?" "Well the first couple pages are a letter written from one lady to another. You remember the couple we got it from?" "The Gordons?" "Yep, anyway turns out this book was a gift to his great grandmother, but it looks like she never figured out how to open it." "So who's it from?" "I'm not quite sure, the sender never uses her name, she always writes in the first person." "Then how do you know it's from a woman?" "Well if you can read Latin the writer refers to the book as the lady's book of proper magic." "So does it open gateways to Hell?" "I doubt it. The author explains thanking Lady Gordon for helping her get out of some sort of persecution. Sounded like a witch hunt or something. Anyway she goes on to say to Lady Gordon that the book is a compilation of spells picked to neither be evil in the casting or in the effect. Something she could play around with without too much worry." "Oh that doesn't sound like very much fun." "Well I suppose that depends on how you look at it. The author doesn't exactly seem stable, she goes on a bit about getting revenge on her persecutors and how she'll delight in their anguish as their bones rot beneath their flesh. Sadly this book doesn't seem to contain any fun spells like that." "So what sort of spells does it have?" "Well they're all written in code, the code changes spell to spell. The first one is simple letter replacement and it gets harder from there. I've been able to read through the first five, which look like they only deal with things as evil as basic grooming." "Basic grooming?" "The first spell hides body odor." "Evil body odor?" "Yeah I know, could just be a recipe for deodorant soap right? But by the third spell things do get mouch more interesting." "Doorway to Hell?" "Almost... hair removal." Gwen is an academic nose in the book kind of girl. She never had too much time for personal grooming and she detested shaving her legs. However in her studies of human sexuality she'd often tried 'interesting' experiments that required it. For instance she'd spent a week working with the local police department posing as a hooker, research for a book, but it was quite taken aback to come home and find my normally academic wife all slutted up. We'd tried experimenting with different sexual fetishes from time to time: bondage, body painting, latex; we'd even tried a bit of cross dressing, though we never went very far with it. Gwen just wanted to get a taste of everything. Most of it required hair removal, which Gwen hated. She held out the book in front of me. "See Honey, the spell doesn't even require anything too odd, it's almost like a shopping list." "You know I can't read Latin." "Oh sorry, well it seems so simple and I just thought it would be fun to try." "You expect it work?" I asked in manner as if to say 'please don't tell me you've gone insane.' "Geez Michael, no but the ceremony looks like fun and it's simple enough. No sacrificing of goats or anything, just some candles incense, chanting and body oil. It almost sounds like something you'd try at a spa. I just want to know what it's like to cast a real... real-ish spell." I agreed and that night we cleared out the kitchen. We turned off of the electric lights and set candles on the floor in the shape of a certain star constellation. I helped Gwen apply a sweet smelling ointment (she wouldn't tell me what was in it) all over her body and burned incense. All the while Gwen chanted something in Latin while smiling at me. She fell asleep on the kitchen floor. I woke her up once and she started chanting and fell asleep again, so I put a towel around her and carried her to bed. The next morning sure enough the towel was speckled with peach fuzz and Gwen's legs were smooth as a baby's. "Wow," I said. "Yeah I didn't expect it to work. What do you have to say about magic now?" "Well either magic exists or we've just rediscovered the world's best hair removal creme." "Yeah I tend to think the latter too. But damn either I'm a witch or we're both millionaires. Care to try it again?" "We probably should.... wait... You mean on me?" That night we tried the same ceremony, only with me chanting and Gwen rubbing oil on me. I didn't really care one way or the other about removing my body hair, but it seemed a good way to test it. Oddly enough the next morning I woke up hairy as ever. Gwen explained in disbelief, "Well according to the book these spells will only work for its owner. I actually had to sign my name to a little contract in the front cover. So it's not supposed to work for anyone but me." "So the 'magic' only works on you?" "I'm sure there's another explanation, but yeah it looks that way." The next night we decided to test things again. Gwen decided on a spell of youth and beauty and we went through another ceremony. The next day when we woke up damn if she didn't look five years younger and a point or two hotter. If she was a 7 before she looked like a 9 now. It was hard to put your finger on the changes, she looked like the same person, only better. It wasn't enough for either of us to conclude magic. That day she tried an incantation that was supposed to turn her hair red. At first we thought nothing had happened, but about an hour later she called me into the bathroom and showed me how her roots had turned from blond to red, even if the rest of her hair was the same black brown she'd dyed it two weeks ago. We tried the same spells on me but nothing worked. "It not fair you're having all the fun," I joked. "I'm just amazed all this stuff is working. It's still really hard to call it magic. It might just be treatments that work on me but not you." "It's like you've found the fountain of youth and hotness." "See it's not so bad. Having a hot wife." "I wonder if we're not just imagining it?" "When I went to my office down at the school Judy, one of my students, remarked on it. She asked if I'd gotten a makeover or something. I just told her I went to the spa. A couple of guys in class started to hit on me until they realized who I was. You should have seen the looks on their faces." That night I took her out in celebration. We went to the most expensive upscale place in town. I was enjoying showing off my hot wife and everything was going well until we overheard a couple saying to each other, "Look at that, how did she end up with him? He must have a lot of money." It not that I'm ugly or anything, in fact I'm usually described as cute, but in a kind of nerdy unimposing sort of way. Gwen used to be the exact same way but not anymore. We both heard the words, Gwen's face turned red and the color dropped out of mine. I didn't say much on the ride home, though Gwen made a point to rub up against my shoulder frequently. We tried making love when we got home, it didn't take long. I wasn't really in the mood and Gwen went off for the rest of the evening and read her book. That night as we were getting into bed she had something to say. "I'm sorry, about the thing at the restaurant." "What thing?" I pretended not to know. "You know the couple." "Yeah, them. Well it's okay at least I have a hot wife." "And a wife who loves you. Look honey, I know this is bothering you. I'm still freaking out about all the implications." "Implications?" "You know... magic. Look I was reading the book and if you really really want there might be something we can do." "Yeah what's that?" "Well the spells are only supposed to work for the owner of the book. Which became me as soon as I signed my name. It's also a lady's book of spells, so the owner has to be female, meaning I couldn't even give it to you. But..." "But..." "Well I wouldn't even suggest it, except what happened tonight." "Suggest what?" "Well the book does have this one section. It's about familiars." "You mean like a witches pet like a black cat?" "Exactly. But according to this book the familiar is just a loyal companion and servant, and as for it needing to be an animal the book often refers to mankind as just another beast. So if you really wanted to you could... be my familiar." "That's really weird and kinky. What does that entail exactly?" "Well you have to volunteer willingly. Then we cast a spell to... and I say this with the deepest respect... to put a collar on you. That binds you to me and then I can cast spells on you, make you young and attractive and what not." "A collar?" My face turned red again. "Well I can design it, make it look like a necklace or something, it just has to be tight enough where you can't slip it off your head. Look I know this is really weird, but it seems like a good way to test whether or not the magic is magic. Plus we can always stop it by taking the collar off." I agreed, saying it would be fun to try and we turned out the lights and went to sleep. The next evening when I got home I found Gwen at the kitchen table weaving a cord of silver wire together. She said it was the collar and held it up to me. We discussed it as seriously as we could, though we both chuckled a little. She measured it out long enough so that I could hide it below the neckline of most shirts. The cord itself was amazing, most of it was very thin silver wire. Woven into it were threads and what appeared to be tiny flower stems, oddly it had no clasp or other way of attaching the ends. That night we went through a ceremony in bed where she placed it on me and I went to sleep at her foot holding the ends of the cord together between my thumb and forefinger. The next morning Gwen woke me up and we checked the collar. The ends were gone, it was now just one continuous cord circling my neck. The silver seemed to have gotten softer and it rolled easily between my fingertips. Gwen smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. "Okay Honey, let's see if you really are my familiar." "How do we test that?" "Try and take the collar off." "It's too small to fit over my head." "Yeah but it's a good sign you didn't even try." She raised an eyebrow devilishly and batted her eyes. "Okay try and cut it off. If it worked you shouldn't be able to cut through it." She handed me a pair of wire snippers. "Well if we can't cut it, how do we ever get it off?" "Quit stalling, just try and cut it off." She pulled my hand up to the collar and placed the snippers into it. "You really want me to cut it off?" "Just try Honey." I grasped the snippers and she pushed the silver cord of the collar between the blades. Trying to cut it felt like trying to pee with about a hundred people and my mom watching. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Gwen's eyes got wider and wider as she saw me struggle with the cord. "Perfect, you can stop trying to cut the collar off now." "Did it work?" "I'll say!" She smiled and licked her lips. I couldn't stop touching the collar at work, it just felt good. It wasn't uncomfortable at all, plus it was about the most amazingly beautiful piece of jewelry I'd ever seen. One of my students asked to see it and I showed it to her. She asked where she could get one and I just told her it was a present from my wife. That evening we decided to try the hair removal spell on me again. It made sense because it hadn't worked before and if it worked now it would be very good evidence that something supernatural was going on. The next morning not only had it worked but it had a strange side effect as well. Not only had my body hair fallen out, but my whiskers were loose as well. As I stroked the skin on my face they started falling out. Gwen saw this and joined in pinching my face like an aunt pinches the chubby cheeks of a growing child. She rolled the smooth skin between her fingers until all the whiskers were gone. I was a little concerned, but Gwen said she didn't think it was permanent, the spell said something about having to do it every couple months. In fact most of the spells in the book needed to be maintained to keep working. That evening she tried both the hair color and youth and beauty spells on me. When I woke up not only had my hair gone from light brown to sandy blond but it grew a few inches in the process and while it had been thinning out just a touch it was now as thick as it had been in high school. "Good God Gwen. This is awesome. Either that or we're both going crazy." "Glad you like the hair. Have you taken a look at the rest of you?" She had a point, if anything I looked leaner. "Yeah, shouldn't the youth spell would add some muscle tone or something." "Yeah well, sorry Michael but I think most of those spells are meant for women." "Yeah??" I said timidly. "Well if you really look at yourself, with the smooth body and longer hair. Plus your features look softer more delicate. You kind of look girlie." I looked in the mirror, she was right. "Fuck." "It's not too bad, I mean you still look like you. It's not too girlie. I'm just saying." "Just saying what?" "Well if we tried I'm sure we could pass you off as a girl." "Fuck," I said meekly. "Opps... well it's not like it's permanent. Good thing it happened during summer session hunh?" "How long is this going to last?" "I dunno, maybe week. Maybe a month. That shouldn't be so bad." I weighed myself. I'd actually lost ten pounds and I wasn't that big to begin with. My face had looked boyish, but now without any hint of a beard, short for a girl, lengthy hair and softer features, it looked tomboyish. I hadn't gained or lost any 'special' parts, but my frame seemed more slender. It was a quiet breakfast. We both looked embarrassed as Hell. I could tell Gwen was really sorry. "What do you think I should do? I can't really go to the school looking like this." "Oh you don't look that different. I guess the new look might raise some eyebrows, but I doubt anyone would say anything to you... to your face... except for the hair, how do you grow four inches of hair overnight?" "Yeah, we could just cut that." I felt better. "We could. But don't. This is kind of interesting. It'd be a shame not to explore it." "How so?" "Well here you are looking very womanly and magically I might add. I'd like to see where we can take it. Tell you what, we won't go anywhere where anyone knows us, and we'll stop as soon as someone figures out that you are a guy." "Ahhh.... stop doing what as soon as someone figures out I'm a guy?" "It's better than hiding out all day." There was just something about the way she looked at me, my whole body felt warm. She led my back into the bedroom and had me strip. My own clothes felt too loose and looked ridiculous. She rooted through her dresser and pulled out several pairs of panties and held each up against my waistline. She settled on a lacy white pair and had me pull them on then tucked my penis back in between my legs. My heart skipped when she started putting a bra on me. It was lacy and white as well. I loved the sensual feel as she hooked up the back. Maybe it was the way my now soft skin felt, maybe it was the way Gwen was touching me, I don't know but it felt good. She stripped down to her undies and we took a moment to examine each other. We almost had the same bony thin build, like what you see with super models. She was just slightly curvier than me and I had just a little more muscle than her, but with the bra on that was easy to overlook. She handed me the clothes she'd laid out for herself, a floral baby doll top and flared jeans, then fished out a similar outfit for herself. "You know Honey, it's been a while since I've done anything really girlie. It might be fun to to try with you." She called us in sick, and we drove to the next town over. I kept thinking everyone would think I was a guy but no one did. Gwen would give me little pointers on how to walk and how to talk, but I wasn't that far off to begin with. The first order of business was shoes. I was a good size larger then Gwen and my sneakers stuck out from the rest of the outfit. We bought ourselves each a pair of strappy heels. Gwen arranged for makeovers at a local salon. She gave them the names Gwen and Michele. I thought I'd be found out for sure, but no one said a thing. Gwen had them cut my hair into a short bob style cut. It softened my features to the point were even I thought I looked more like a woman than a man. Makeup was next. My newly smooth face seemed like the perfect canvas. Gwen told them we were going out on the town tonight, so they went all out. The foundation smoothed my features like a fine china doll. Deep dark eyeliner lay crisp and clean across my eyelids and I couldn't help but bat my eyes to see the long black lashes. They finished me with a burgundy lipstick and matching nails. If I looked beautiful, Gwen looked gorgeous. She was done up like a 50's pin-up with her now wavy red hair, cat eyes and sultry lips. I was still stunned as Gwen dragged my into a neighboring department store. We tried on clothes for the next hour. Gwen made sure I ended up in a proper little black dress, to show off my legs. She went with a red dress and we headed out for sushi. We spent the whole meal rubbing our legs together under the table. The smooth nylon stockings encircling my legs felt wonderful, and she lifted my legs onto her lap, picked off my shoes and caressed my newly polished toes. The whole experience was sensual and exciting. When I kept looking at myself in the mirror, I looked just like a women. I still looked like me, but in a way where if you knew me you'd think I was some relative who looked freakishly like me. Probably the weirdest moment was going to the lady's room with Gwen. I tried to go in and out quickly, but she held my hand and just started chatting. Then we fixed each other's makeup. When no one was around we made out. Then we fixed each other's makeup again. It looked like it was going to take a while for things to wear off, so that weekend she changed my hair back to its normal color and we got it cut, but not too short. In fact I started wearing it longer. Gwen seemed to enjoy the changes to my physical appearance and after I got used to it didn't seem to be such a big deal. No one made any comments about or seemed to notice my changes at the school. On rare occasions we'd get strange comments in public though, people would refer to us as "you girls" and we'd never bother to correct them. For the most part people just thought I was an extremely cute boy, unless of course Gwen had me in a skirt. * * * "Honey, I do believe you're becoming more compliant," Gwen said as she was lying on the living room couch reading through her spell book in her lingerie. I had just brought her a glass of wine and was cleaning the house. I was visibly embarrassed. "Not that I'm complaining, it just seems like you've fallen into the roll of faithful servant awfully easily." She sipped at the wine and went back to reading through her book. "Maybe I just feel like being nice to you." "Well it is magic after all. What's it like?" "The spells having been entertaining if that's what you mean." "I guess I was wondering more about the collar. Like when I asked you to bring me that glass of wine, how did you feel?" "Oh I don't know, it didn't seem like much of a bother." "Don't get me wrong Honey, it's just that you seem extra attentive. "I'm going to ask you to do something and I want you to tell me what it's like to not do it." "How does that work?" "I want you to go up to the bedroom and get me my slippers." "Show should I go now? Or wait and not do it?" She just smiled at me. "Come on Gwen, I don't know what you want." I was confused. "No worries Honey, but forget about the slippers. See what I mean about the feelings though?" "Yeah I guess I panicked a bit." I looked flustered and started nervously playing with my hair. "See I ask you the slightest thing and it seems like the most important thing in the world to you." "I just feel guilty for not doing it." "So it's just guilt then?" Gwen looked concerned. "No, when I do things for you it makes me feel really good. Warm inside. Also..." "Yes?" "I think it turns me on a little." Gwen giggled. "Is that so? Well I don't think I'm going to leave that collar on you forever." "Why not, don't you like it?" "Yeah, maybe a little too much. Just sometimes I miss the old you. But the new you is fun too. We'll leave it on for now." I felt relieved. "Well I'm enjoying it." "Really? I could ask you to do just about anything then?" I tried to act coyly. "Sure, why don't you give something a try?" "No matter how outrageous?" Gwen was looking me up and down, she seemed to be undressing me with her eyes. "Sure." "Alright, if you're going to be my servant I want you to look like one. Go upstairs and get out my French maid's uniform. Put it on and do yourself up right. Then come back down here." "Really?" I wasn't sold on the idea. "That's a bit much." "I'm not gonna to get upset if you don't, but I'd like you to do it, just to see if you will." I sat around the room quietly for a moment, and Gwen went back to reading her book. I didn't know if she was serious or not. I felt like I was insulting her by not doing it, so I went up to my study for a while to work. The maid's uniform was in the next room. I went in and just looked at the box where it was stored, then I took it out and just sort of held it for a while. It was a fairly elaborate dress Gwen had ordered as a Halloween costume from Japan last year. It had a short skirt, but the sleeves were longer then what you'd see on most traditional 'sexy' costumes, and they were cuffed in white. Everything was trimmed in white lace, and it had a very proper feel to it. I found myself putting on the bra and panties again. They didn't feel nearly as foreign this time. The costume came with a white lace garter belt and stockings. It took me a while to figure out how to get them on. Actually I had to sneak over to my computer and look it up on the internet. I took the panties off again and hooked the belt around my waist, then rolled the stocking up each leg and hooked them to the belt. The garters tugged back and forth at the nylon as I walked around the room. I pulled the panties on over the stockings this time and settled them into place. There was a little package in with the maids uniform. I open it up and found a pair of black maryjane shoes in my size and silicon breast forms that fit snuggly into the bra. The uniform fit perfectly. I adjusted the apron and slipped on the maryjanes and went to the bathroom to do my makeup. I tried to keep it serious and not overdo it. I teased my hair out a bit to give it a girlie feeling and positioned the headdress into place. I felt very self conscious making my way down the stairs like that. Gwen waited until I made it to the bottom. "Oh wow, look at you!" Her eyes jumped with excitement, but settled down into a smug grin. "I know this is pretty silly isn't it Hon?" Gwen giggled and said in a snide snooty voice, "You may call me madam when you are dressed for work." "Yes Madam." Gwen tried to keep a straight face, but she was fighting off a case of the giggles. "Okay I want you to sweep and vacuum the house then come and make me dinner." I couldn't help but start giggling too, but I went and did the house work as she'd asked and then we sat down for dinner. "See what I mean about you becoming more compliant?" She pointed to my reflection in the dining room mirror. I was a grown man, who now passed for a grown woman, sitting in a french maid's uniform having dinner with my wife, that I made for her. "Yes madam, I guess I do." "You do look really sexy by the way. That outfit just looks awesome on you. I suppose this is alright for now. Until we can figure something else out." "You want me to wear the uniform from now on?" Gwen almost choked on the wine. "No, no that's not what I mean. Just I'm going to have to be careful about asking you to do things. Don't wear the uniform unless you want to, okay?" "Should I still call you Madam?" "Just when you wear the uniform." Gwen shook her head in disbelief and smiled. * * * One lazy Sunday we were watching cartoons on TV and Gwen was thumbing through her book. She slammed the cover shut and exclaimed, "Now that's what I'm talking about!" "What is it Hon?" "Finally I found a good spell. Not like hair coloring, or hair removal, or magical freaking deodorant." "Opening a gateway to Hell?" "Well not that entertaining, but still something that we'd definitely call magic!" "So happy girl what is it?" "Well I found it in the section on familiars, you see often times a witch will end up with the wrong sort of familiar." "I don't know if I like where this is going, but what do you mean?" "Well like she'll pick a toad and toads will really go out of fashion and she'll find she really wants an owl." "Okay so what does the spell do?" "It turns my familiar, being you dear Michael into any animal I want, at least for a time." "And you think this will work?" "Honestly no, but everything else has. I just want to keep trying things until something doesn't work." "So what are you going to turn me into?" "Ahh... there are some many choices. But I can't stand snakes or toads or lizards so those are right out. Also no dogs, I don't want to have to walk you." "Good thinking. Maybe you could turn me into a Dragon?" "Don't be silly. I was thinking a kitty. I could even take you into work. No way is this going to work though. Besides you're human and this is more an animal to animal thing." "And yet I did end up as your magical pet?" "Would it mess with your plans? Being a cat I mean? Did you have a lot of human stuff to do?" "Well I was planning on doing a lot of walking on two legs and talking tomorrow. But I don't have to go into the university until Wednesday." "Alright, I'll let you know when I'm ready." I spent the next couple hours watching television and Gwen spent them in the study. She'd wander past me to the kitchen a few times only to tell me that she was still working on it. Finally around ten Gwen came downstairs. She was dressed in red lingerie complete with pinup hair style and bright red lipstick. She didn't say a word but turned off the television and sauntered over to the couch, all the while keeping one hand hidden behind her back. She straddled me between her stocking clad thighs and took a perfectly white ball of yarn out from behind her back. "Kitty want to play?" She started picking the buttons off my shirt, then helped me off with my pants and underwear until I was lying flat on my back with Gwen over me. She we rubbing my belly. She took the ball of yarn and made a short stroke across my belly. At first the yarn felt amazingly soft and fuzzy, then I realized I wasn't feeling the yarn at all. "Oh honey, look at this," she said in a sultry voice as she passed her hand over small patch of white fur that covered my belly where she'd touched it with the yarn ball. "That's amazing," I gasped. She pushed the yarn in long firm passes over the rest of my belly until it was completely covered in white fur. Her fingers tickled my fuzzy belly as I wigged underneath her. Her eyes lit up with excitement. "What does it feel like?" "It tickles a lot, but it feels good." "I just can't believe this. You're so soft!" She flipped me over and started doing my back and my sides. Taking the time to pet me along my newly formed fur. She held out my arms so I could watch as the yarn ball pulled up fur from them. I hadn't noticed any difference in my form, except for the fur. My arms were still arms, even if they did now bear a distinctive tabby pattern to them. "Oh Honey I think you're going to be a fine kitty. We'll have to take photos of you and post them on the Internet with funny captions. I'm just so happy this is working. Just wait until were finished!" The fur on my belly started to tingle as she methodically applied the yarn to my legs. Gwen stopped for a second and looked into my eyes. She brought the ball up under my chin and I felt fur springing up gently under the yarn ball. "You're such a pretty kitty, yes you are!" she said and started brushing the ball across my face, much like someone would use a makeup brush. I started picking at the ball with one hand, then with the other. Gwen played at keeping it away from me and then tossed it to my chest. I could hardly fit both arms around it. Gwen seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. I tried to ask what was going on? What did I look like? But all I could do was purr. "Well chalk one up for magic," she said petting me behind the ears. "Would you you like to see yourself kitty? I bet you would! I bet you would!" she said in a baby voice, touching her nose to mine. She lifted me up in her arms. My first instinct was to try to jump out and get away, but she held on firmly and brought me up to a mirror. What I saw was Gwen holding the most precious white tabby cat. It even had a cute little silver collar around its neck. We spent the rest of the evening watching television together. Gwen held me on her lap and stroked my fur. She'd throw the ball of yarn out and I'd chase after it for a while and then come back to the couch. We fell asleep in bed together like we always did. In the morning I felt someone nudging my chin. "Wakeup Furball, you're still a cat. That's kind of odd. I expected it to wear off overnight. Maybe it lasts a full day. Don't worry honey, a transformation this severe can't last too long... I don't think." She brought me into her office that day and told everyone she was cat sitting, and that my name was Furball. Judy, one of her grad students, kept coming in to play with me. The weirdest thing was that everyone talked to me in a baby voice. That night we went to bed same as before. We were both a little nervous because the spell should have worn off. The next morning I woke up to Gwen looking at me with curiosity and concern. "Sorry Honey, you're still a cat. I don't mean to alarm you but I'm guessing I missed something about that spell." She called me in sick and brought both me and her spell book to work. Honestly I wasn't having a bad time. Besides not being able to open doors being a cat was a lot of fun, and Gwen was very affectionate. I was starting to get worried however that this would be the rest of my life. The next day I was even more concerned when Gwen attached a little name tag to my collar. "Don't worry Furball, this is just so no one accidentally takes you to the pound. I wouldn't want them putting my Honey to sleep now would I?" she said in the baby voice scratching my whiskers. The next day started getting depressing. Gwen kept joking about how she'd gone from having a loving husband to being a crazy cat lady. Also she started sneezing whenever she held me. I snuck away in the afternoon and started exploring the university just to get away from it. About an hour later I saw Gwen and Judy frantically running around looking for me. Judy found me. "Bad Furball!" she scolded. "You shouldn't run away like that." Gwen came over and started laughing. She took me from Judy. "Bad Furrball! You gave me quite the scare, yes you did." She was giggling as she brought me back to her office. When Judy left she just started crying. "I'm so sorry Honey. I've been looking through this stupid book for days. The book talks of undoing the spell, but I think it just means using the spell to change you again. There's a spell for cat and dog and snake and every other kind of animal, but nothing for human." Over the next couple days Gwen cried a lot. Honestly being a cat wasn't so bad for me. For some reason I just didn't feel too bad about it. I think it made it worse for Gwen whenever I wanted to play. We went through a whole week like that. The next Sunday she seemed to be a little more playful, but she stayed quiet and would just pet me or play with me little a normal cat. She picked up the white yarn ball from the table and started shaking it in front of me. I grabbed it and run off with it. The loose end got caught in a corner and I ran all over the house unraveling it. It was right fun. I jumped out a window and eventually I found myself buck naked and completely human again on the back porch playing with a pile of string. I had to ring the doorbell to get Gwen to let me back inside. * * * Gwen had developed an interesting way of speaking to me. We were both pretty sure that the collar made me want to do whatever Gwen asked me to do, so she'd starting asking if 'I would like to do' things instead of asking me 'to do' things. This however didn't really work because it wasn't really about the letter of the law, it was about what I thought would please her. Take tonight for instance, she'd asked if I'd like for her to have Judy over for dinner. Of course I said yes because that's what she wanted, and by the time she got home at five I had already cleaned the entire house and had diner prepped, all while wearing the maid's uniform. She said Hello and kissed me and pretended not to notice the dress. After she'd unpacked her school bag, she joined me down in the kitchen. "You know Honey, sometimes I think you got the better part of this whole deal." "You're not enjoying having a servant?" She looked me over. "Well I mean yeah it's nice to not do house work, and I'm still amazed how smoking hot you look in that dress and all, but none of that stuff really matters to me." "What does matter then?" "I miss arguing with you. I miss you arguing with me. I even miss your snideness." She genuinely looked unhappy. "Hmm, I suppose I can see that. I'm having a lot of fun though." "I imagine you're having a lot more fun then me actually. I mean I know I'm in charge so to say, but you've gotten the more fun out the spells. That cat thing seemed like a lot of fun, given that we know how to undo it." "Haven't you found any fun non-familiar spells?" "A few. I found a nice eavesdropping thing that's fun, actually as the book goes on the author breaks some of her notions about not doing evil." "How so?" "Well I came across a spell that effects other people. It should give them really bad BO." "Didn't we did this whole familiar thing because that was the only way for me to play along?" "Well it seems like the best way. The author keeps leaving queer notes for Lady Gordon." "Queer?" "Not gay queer, queer queer. If you ask me the book is shaping up to be one long seduction. Like the author wants to hook the reader on magic or something. Saying things like this spell is a bit nasty but just give it a try, it's great fun." "Are you having fun?" "Yes I suppose. Just I feel like I been tricked." "How so?" "Like someone handed me a toy gun, but it fires real bullets. Just I think I'm going to be a little more careful. Anyway Honey things like the housework and attending to my every need really don't matter to me." "I think I get you. You like playing, but taking it past that into real life starts to be less fun. I suppose it makes playtime less special too." Gwen relaxed into happiness, her shoulders fell and her face loosened. "Exactly. I really like playing with you when your in that maid's getup, but it's not so much fun if you do it all the time." "That makes it easier you know." "What?" "Well just I'm trying to make you happy, but I guess you already were. So it's really not as big a job as I thought." "I'm so glad to hear you say that." "Yes, madam," I said and then stuck out my tongue. Gwen smiled and ran her fingers along the edge of my skirt, then held me around the waist and kissed me. "You know Judy's supposed to be here in about twenty minutes, plus she's always early." I went upstairs and started changing. Before I finished I heard the doorbell. By the time I got downstairs Judy and Gwen were already sitting around the super table. Gwen introduced us, as I'd only ever meet her as a cat I didn't feel like introducing myself as Furball. She was a nice sort of girl, a bit gothy around the edges but in a social way. She studied under Gwen, but she was just a few years younger and they got along like friends. She was a history major interested in the occult. "What is it with women and the occult?" I asked. Judy answered, "Well I can't speak for everyone, but I want to be a witch." "You don't say?" "It's just my little joke, but I suppose it's true. I used to dream about that when I was a little girl, after I saw the wizard of Oz." "So were you going to be a good witch or a bad witch?" "I don't care really as long as I get flying monkeys." "You should go into genetics, I bet they'll have those before too long." "You think that's silly?" "Not if I know what's good for me. Look at who I'm married to." "But there is something to that. I'm sure that if anyone of us showed up in New England a couple of hundred years ago we'd be burned at the stake." Gwen broke in and I ate while she talked, "Drown you mean, the witch burning was more of a European thing." "I was just going for effect," Judy retorted. "I am a history major. There is something to that genetics thing though. You can hardly tell the difference between tech and magic these days." "Are you saying you've seen magic?" "No... I was saying. Most accounts of it are bogus. Probably all of them are, but every once in while I'll come across something that sounds legit. I know it's silly but I think a lot of my drive comes from my childhood fantasy." "Of being a witch?" "I know it's dumb, you don't have to tell me." "No, it's not. Wanting to be an astronaut or president, that's dumb. Those are hard jobs, hard to get too. If you're going to want to be something you don't have much chance at it might as well be fun." * * * I was working in my study one evening when Gwen came in with her book. "Hey Honey, I was thinking maybe we could try something a little more interesting?" "More interesting then being your cat for a week?" "Yep." She just smiled at me. "Alright, what is it?" "Just come with me." Gwen led me up the stairs to her den, had me strip naked, and sat me down on a high soft backed chair. "Good boy, I think you're going to enjoy this," she said stroking me. "It'll look like this is going to hurt at first, but trust me it won't." She held up a needle with red thread and took my hand in hers, then pulled my hand open and touched the tip of the needle to the tip of my finger. "Do you trust me?" I nodded. Then looked away. I could feel the gentle tug of thread as the needle passed though the skin, but the was no pain. I felt it again and again. "See that's not so bad. Take a look," she said caressing my hand. My finger tip seemed to be covered in red silk. I could see the edge of the fabric flush against the skin just above the first knuckle, but when I picked at it with my other finger I couldn't grasp the edge. She massaged the silk with her fingertip. The feeling went right through to my skin. "How does that feel?" My face turned red. "It's so sensitive. That feels really nice." "Mmmm... I'm glad you like it. Ever since I read about this I've so been looking forward to it. Here let me show you something." She pulled out the stitches and the red silk retreated into nothing. "See, nothing to worry about. It's as easy to undo as pulling out the thread." She proceeded to stitch down the finger and onto the wrist, and each time as the needle looked like it was going to prick flesh it instead caught red silk. My hand now looked like it was covered by a tight silk glove. As she worked her way up the arm more and more became enclosed by the red silk. She grasped my hand and the red glove felt empty at the fingertips as if it was too large. By the time she reached the elbow the glove was empty and fluttering like an open sleeve. She caressed the fabric and as she pinched and rolled it between her fingers I felt it like she was running her hands over my bare skin. As she worked her way up to my shoulder I could see the sleeve becoming shorter and flaring at the end. "Oh Honey, you have to feel this!" She brought my other hand over and had me feel the edge of the sleeve. I felt inside and it was covered in smooth silk. The feeling was wonderful. "Enjoy it while you can. I'm going to start on the other arm." Again she took my hand in hers held out the tip and picked at the edge with the needle, finding only silk instead of skin. As she worked her way up this arm I noticed the silk starting to cover my chest. At first it was like I was wearing a skin tight silk shirt. Gradually it loosened and she massaged the silk on my neck. She pulled up my legs and placed them on her lap together. First she touched the needle to the tip toe of my right foot, then to the tip toe of my left foot lacing the thread between them. A swash of red silk began flowing out between them. Gwen held it and rubbed it against her legs as she worked her way up. The red silk spread out and enveloped my legs like stockings. As she played with my toes I could feel the fabric becoming looser like the stockings were becoming too large for my feet. She paused in her work to pick and play with the ends of my legs. I started to feel cool air circulating up them, the ends becoming a single round loop of silk. My legs relaxed into one and draped loosely over the seat. She took the fabric and rubbed it between her legs, it was like she was rubbing my entire lower body. I started to fall over in the chair, but she caught me and pinned me up against its fabric back. "Sweetie you are really turning out well. I'm amazed." I tried to respond, but all I could feel was smooth silk against my face. It was wonderful. As she worked her way up my torso cool air wisped around inside of me. I felt very relaxed and tingly all over. When the thread made its way up the back of my head I felt like I was falling for a second. Then it I felt cool air flowing all the way through me. Her hands held me and caressed me and rubbed the smooth silk of my body against itself. It felt wonderful. I was surprised that I could see when she held me up in the mirror. "See Honey, you're looking through these." She pointed to two small beads near the neckline of the dress in the mirror. It was a short silky red dress with cap sleeves, and as Gwen held it up to her body it looked like it, like I would fall just above her knees. She just held me and rubbed me in the mirror for a good ten minutes before hanging me up on a hook overlooking the bathroom. "We're going to have the best time tonight! We're going to go to the department dinner with Judy. I told her Michael was out of town so it's going to be a girl thing. We all might go out dancing afterward." Gwen made sure I could see her as she did her makeup in the bathroom. Her hair was blond now and she did her lips in a bright red to match the red of the silk. She made a show of putting on her nylon stockings in front of me, and kept talking to me like everything was normal. Finally it became time to put me on. "I'm just going to step into you, then zip you up the back. It's too bad you can't help with that." Her body touched all sides of me like we were having sex. She picked and pulled at the edge of my skirt and rubbed it against her nylon clad legs. It was a warm night and she paid extra attention not to cover me up. The department dinner was an annual awards dinner. Everyone won something, Gwen won an award for being student friendly. Judy was a pretty girl and she kept throwing glances at Gwen. Gwen explained to me while walking to the lady's room that Judy was a lesbian with a harmless crush on her. Judy has a girlfriend and Gwen was going to help out with that. During the course of the dinner Judy kept complimenting Gwen's dress. She asked to feel the fabric and when she did her touch was like electricity. One exchange caught my attention: "So Gwen I've got a really hot date tomorrow night with this girl I like a lot. What do you think I should wear?" "Just be yourself. What do you like to wear?" "Well that dress is really cute. If I do extra credit will you let me borrow it?" Gwen paused for a minute. I could feel her heart racing. "Well, it was a gift from Michael. If anything happened to it, it would break his heart." There was a champaign reception after the awards. Gwen and Judy were giggling out on the balcony. "Seriously Gwen, if you let me borrow that dress I promise I'll take good care of it." "All kidding aside. Michael would kill me." "Aww you said he was out of town for the week. He'll never know, I promise. Plus I'll put in an extra two hours on Saturday." Again I could feel Gwen's heart race. "You're getting closer, but I'd still feel guilty. Let me think about it." "So then it's a possibility at least?" Judy looked at her with hopeful puppy dog eyes. Gwen ran her fingers along my side. "Let me think about it." Afterwards they left the reception with a few other girls from the school and went dancing at a downtown club, and Judy tried again. "So what if we make it a bet?" "Make what a bet?" "Next one to get a free drink from a guy wins. If I win I get to borrow your dress. If you win I'll come in and work all Sunday." Gwen had already gotten two drinks from a man at the bar and was quite tipsy. Judy hadn't gotten anything. "Alright you're on." About a minute later the waitress came by with a drink for Judy. She pointed to a boy across the room who waved. "Okay so maybe I tricked you a little, that's my cousin and he did just asked what I was drinking. Plus it's my birthday next week so he said he wanted to buy me a drink." "That's a little unfair. Creative though." "A bet's a bet." "Give me two hours of work this weekend and you can come by the house tomorrow and you can pick it up, hehe sorry Michael." "Deal! Oh thank you thank!" Judy pulled Gwen to her and gave her a big hug. An hour later Judy stopped to drop Gwen off at home. Gwen was completely sloshed and Judy still had a bit of buzz about her. "Have a good night Gwen. Can I come by for the dress tomorrow around noon?" "Oh that?" Gwen was giggling. "Actually you better come in and get it now, while I'm still drunk and before I change my mind." Judy helped Gwen up to the house, otherwise Gwen would have been stumbling over her heels. Gwen asked Judy to unzip her before she went in, but made Judy stand outside while she disrobed in the foyer. She kissed me just below the neckline. "Good night Sweetie, I know Judy will take good care of you, see you in a day or two." She stuck her hand out the door and Judy grabbed me. Gwen closed the door and we went back to Judy's place. I spent most of the next day draped over Judy's chair in an adult dorm room. I was laid backwards so that everything was upside down. It wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been so boring. Thankfully I could still manage to sleep. Someone kept trying to call Judy during the day, but Judy wouldn't answer. I wondered if it had been Gwen. At about noon Judy hand washed me in her sink. Thankfully I didn't need to breath, so the whole thing felt like getting in a hot tub. Judy's date was interesting. She was right about about her girlfriend really liking her dress. The next day an odd thing happened. Judy was cleaning me, getting ready to return me, when she noticed a loose thread on my sleeve. She didn't even think about it and started to pick it out. I felt the sleeve open up a little and could now tell the left was longer then the right. She looked at it with curiosity. Then started pulled a thread out from the other sleeve. "I wonder if it's supposed to be like that?" She started picking again and before long both sleeves were long with what looked like gloves on the ends. She tried me on again and stretched her fingers into the gloves. She started picking at a thread along my hem line. The skirt started to getting longer and enveloped her legs. As she pulled more and more strings I started flowing around her body until I was a form fitting silk suit covering her in entirety. I didn't seem to be changing back to human, thankfully. I wondered if I would? She spent another hour modeling to herself in the mirror without saying a word. She seemed freaked out about the whole situation, but excited too. As she breathed fast and heavily I was pulled tight against her diaphragm. Luckily the zipper was still in the back and she managed to get me off, though it did take considerable effort. She tossed me on her bed, looked away, looked back, and did her very best effort not to scream. I could see the scream start forming in her feet at she tiptoed up, her whole body arched back like she was launching a rocket, the scream traveled up her spine and had almost made its way out her mouth when at the very last moment she snapped her lips shut. It was like watching a rocket explode on a launching pad. She didn't faint. She just snapped her head from side to side like a bird and stared at me. "Hey now Judy, I'm not the one who got my wife drunk, just so you could borrow me." She continued staring and snapping her head back from side to side. "See Gwen likes experimenting. It's usually a lot of fun, and I swear we'd never tried this one before." Judy opened her mouth slowly and thought for a second. "Experimenting with what?" She lent me some clothes and we made our way back home where Gwen and I tried to explain the whole thing. It felt like we were confessing in front of a jury, a silent stunned jury. Finally Judy responded. "I know that's really freaky and perverted, but you know what? If I could do those things I totally would, in a heartbeat. I'm just amazed by the whole thing." I spoke, "Well I'm just really sorry about the whole thing last night." "No. Honestly if anyone is innocent in that, it's you. Plus I got Gwen really really drunk. So I can't hardly blame her." "I still have a hangover." "What's it like though to do all those things?" "Well Michael gets to have all the fun if you ask me. The owner of the book can do some things, but they aren't as interesting. I mean I wish I could be a cat for a day, or a bird." "This will sound weird but all in all this is the happiest day of my life, I mean if magic exists, maybe I can be a witch. I dare to even ask but could I borrow the book?" "It only works for the owner. I suppose I could give it to you for a while. I mean if you promise to give it back. It is a lot of fun." Judy sat and thought for a second. "You know Gwen if you think Michael was having all the fun... and I don't mean to freak you out. So feel free to say no. Why don't you sign the book over to me... for a while... and I'll make two collars." Gwen looked up shyly and smiled. First posted on fictionmania. If you enjoyed the story please leave a review or comment. [email protected]