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Sitting comfortably with the grey stone in my hand, I waited for Kaylee
to finish getting ready. Returning from her car, I half expected her to
come in with a cauldron, robes and a pointed hat. Instead, the last thing
I expected her to pull out of her purple bag was a small knife, with a
white handle and a blade, which looked a lot like bronze.
"What's that for?" Clutching the rock to my chest, I couldn't keep my
eyes off the blade. So I didn't like sharp pointy things. If this was a
joke, it had going too far already.
Seeing the concern in my eyes, Kaylee smiled. "Don't be such a baby, this
is just a Secespita."
"Sounds Latin." I relaxed a little as she set the knife down on the
coffee table.
"Roman Priestess used a similar knife for sacrifices." Kaylee said
nonchalantly, pulling out an index card with strange writings on it.
"Sacrifices?" I sort of squeaked.
"Relax; I just need a little bit of your blood. Actually, you will have
to do it to finish the enchantment. Right now it's just waiting for the
ritual to be completed."
"Does it have to be blood?"
Kaylee looked at me then shrugged but I could see she was hiding a grin.
She knew me only too well, how I hated anything to do with needles or
knives. "Well no, it doesn't actually; we just need some of your sacred
bodily fluid. I thought this way would be less embarrassing."
"What do you mean by bodily fluid?"
"Blood or...." She pointed to my groin.
"You're kidding?"
"Sexual fluids or blood, both have been used as part of potent magics
since ancient times, your choice."
Right, if this is a joke I am so going to kill her. Reaching for the
knife, I looked at the index card. I had no clue what any of it meant.
Flipping the card over, Kaylee pointed to a transliteration of what was
on the front.
"That's it, only those three lines."
"Yes, plus you need to cut yourself a little, and spread the blood all
over the front of the stone."
We went over the words a dozen or so times until I had the pronunciation
perfect. Sitting back, she pulled out what looked like a Celtic cross.
Kissing it, she nodded for me to proceed.
Grimacing, I cut my finger, didn't feel a thing. That little knife was
sharp. After trying not to make a bloody mess on my carpet, I picked up
the index card while sucking on my finger.
Saying the three lines, one of them I thought said something about
Athena; I waited for something. However, nothing, nothing at all
happened, just me sitting with a bloody thumb and a grey rock.
"You got me good." I started to laugh; well at least this whole thing
took my mind off the divorce. Still, I planned to get Kaylee back later.
"What do you mean?" Taking the knife out of my hand, she walked over to
the sink cleaned it, and then put it away.
"I'm still a guy."
Shaking her head, Kaylee reached once again into her bag, pulled out a
small bottle, sprayed it on my finger, and then covered it with a band
aid.
"Eric, do you really think such a spell would instantly change you into a
girl?"
"Of course, isn't that how it's supposed to work?"
Reaching over, she kissed me on the cheek. "Only in the movies, sweetie."
Looking into my eyes, she kissed my forehead. "Thank you, trust me Eric,
it's going to be a lot of fun."
"Wait, where are you going? How about I make us a nice dinner? Actually,
change that. How about we go out, my refrigerator is a little bare."
Kaylee stood in front of the door with the bag in her hand. "I would love
to; however you're going to be asleep in about ten minutes."
"Are you still going on about the spell? I got it, great joke."
"No, I'm serious. I'll come by in the morning and pick you up, we can do
brunch together."
Brunch? Even on Saturdays, I don't sleep that late.
"Still don't believe me. OK, how about this, when you wake up tomorrow
and you are not a girl; I will buy you that new electronic thing-a-ma-bob
you keep drooling over. Plus, I'll pay for brunch."
"I didn't know selling crystal and incense paid so well." Laughing, this
really sounded like easy money to me, although funny thing I was getting
pretty tired. Magic no, too much alcohol, yes.
"And if I lose, and by some miracle I wake up as a girl, then what."
"There is a cute Fendi mini shoulder bag that I want and then you can buy
me brunch instead."
A purse for a new Windows tablet, sounded fair to me. Even if I turned
into a girl, I would still come out ahead.
"Done." Happily, I yawned. Way too much booze.
"Good night," she sang out, closing the door.
Nodding, I headed into my room. For some reason, I couldn't remember
getting into bed.
Some of the oddest dreams plagued my sleep that night, although most had
vanished when I woke up. What I did remember didn't make a lot of sense.
Standing on desolate plain, covered in knee high white wheat, I stood
next to a tall black tree. Atop one of the branches stood a black bird,
could have been a raven maybe a crow.
Across from me, stood a young girl, like me, she wore no clothes. Next to
her, a white tree and strange white bird. Surrounding the familiar
looking girl, knee high black wheat. When I raised my hand in greeting,
she raised her hand. When I waved, she waved. Suddenly now the girl, I
looked across the white wheat, and saw my male self standing there.
The strange dreams did in no way match my first experience in waking up
female. All my life, I have slept on my stomach. This morning, I lay on
my back. Immediately, I noticed an odd weight sitting on my chest,
strange but also familiar at the same time.
"Weird." Sitting, up I felt the weight shift. "You have to be kidding."
Looking down, I found two perfectly formed female breasts poking out of a
flannel nightgown.
Rolling out of bed, ignoring the weight on my chest, I looked around the
room. The duality, hit me once more, feminine but not terribly so, it
seemed ordinary and strange at the same time.
Black lacquer furniture, replaced with rosewood. The tall dresser,
replaced with a lower one, with a brass mirror above it. The bed, turned
into a sleigh bed. Pictures on the wall of Eric now replaced with a girl
who could be my Cousin Stephanie's twin. Photos of the new me stood on
the wall, dresser and vanity. Standing with my parents at college
graduation, Kaylee and me at the beach with friends, other relatives all
the images the same but different.
"Wild."
Perhaps I should be freaking out, but everything seemed so normal. Then
last night's comment on how the magic would take care of things made
sense. Only being a girl for a week, freaking out about it, the entire
time wouldn't be too productive. With new knowledge coming to me about
how much the purse might actually cost, I was now actually more upset
about losing the bet then turning into a girl.
Still, very strange.
Walking over to the closet, I opened it revealing a full-length mirror.
Slipping off my nightgown, I took a first glimpse of my new self. Trust
me, you would too. I poked and prodded myself a little, seemed all too
normal.
Nice looking breasts, flat tummy, wide hips turning into a very feminine
'V' confirmed the spell worked. Staring down, I also noticed that I
seemed to be clean-shaven.
"I can guess who came up with that idea."
Although I have never seen my cousin in the buff, I did look a lot like
her, not bad. If someone decides to turn you into a girl, an attractive
one would be the way to go.
Still, very strange.
Slipping on a long fuzzy pink bathrobe, I walked into the bathroom to
start my day. Coming out, taking much longer than normal, I had to
giggle. Married twice, the differences between how men and women shower
in the morning was readily apparent. Admittedly, I did smell quite nice,
liking the coconut conditioner. At least for a week, I would could deal
with it.
Slipping on clean clothes, ones not stuffed into drawers or thrown on the
floor, I smelled freshly brewed coffee. Did my new self, actually use a
timer on a coffee pot? My jeans definitely fit my body a lot better,
hugging all the girly parts quite nicely. A clean bra, which all my life
I had only taken off, and not on, followed by a nice light green blouse
finished the outfit. Putting my shoulder length hair into a ponytail, I
decided to take care of the rest later as I walked into the living room.
"What are you doing here?"
Hadn't gotten used to the girl voice yet, nor that I appeared to have
lost about six inches in height. Everything seemed so much taller,
reminded me of when I was in elementary school.
"You gave me the key. Wow." Kaylee set down her coffee mug, getting a
look at me for the first time. "Spin around girlfriend, let me take a
good look at you."
Grinning, I gave her the model twirl, only to find myself in her arms.
"Thank you...thank you Erin, you don't know how much this means to me."
Stepping back, but not letting go, I grinned. "Erin's not bad, I had a
great Aunt named Erin. So who came up with that name?"
"You did silly." Kissing me lightly on the lips, she giggled running back
to the kitchen. "Want a cup of coffee?"
"Sure. You know I should be a lot angrier with you?"
Kaylee set down the coffee mug for a second, confused, and then smiled
seeing that I wasn't really angry. "Why?"
"A Fendi mini shoulder bag, really, from Nordstrom right."
"Of course." Laughing, she set the cup in front of me. "Well, I could
have said Michael Kors or Louis Vuitton."
"Like I would have known the difference."
"You do now."
Taking a sip of coffee, I nodded. "Well of course."
"Got to love magic," she said, taking a seat next to me.
Interestingly enough the divorce papers were gone. Check, Erin had never
been married to Lori. We talked for a few minutes about the change and my
lack of excitement about turning into a woman. Kaylee spent most of the
time wanting to hear about my dreams.
"I thought we were going to go for brunch?"
"Sorry, we need to wait for Aunt Miranda first." Picking up the cups, she
cleaned them off before putting them in the dishwasher.
"Why are we waiting for your Aunt?"
I had met her Aunt a few times, very nice person in her mid-forties. Her
husband on the other hand, I knew very well. He worked on computers for a
living and freelance setting up servers and the like for my company. Her
Aunt, well she was a....
"Wait, you're not telling me? No way, Kaylee, I have only been a girl for
what a few hours and you're already going to subject me to that."
"Every woman has to have a checkup once a year. She really just wants to
make sure everything turned out OK."
I sat back confused. "Wait? How does she know, who else knows I suddenly
turned into a woman?"
All manners of nightmares filled my head, people I have known for years
thinking I suddenly went off to Thailand or something. What would I tell
my parents?
Kaylee came over and hugged me. "Relax, it's because she is also a member
of my Circle. Only you and all those who were part of the ritual know. To
everyone else, you have always been Erin."
"Let me tell you Kaylee, I am working really hard not to freak out.
However, it appears I am on some sort of magical Prozac."
"True me sweetie, this won't take that long and we will go to the mall
for some retail therapy."
"Retail therapy huh, I'm not really a big fan of malls."
In, out, grab a book or electronics had always been my MO. Also, stay as
far away from the mall during the holidays.
"I imagine that might have changed."
Walking across the living room, she answered the door. I could hear her
Aunt's greeting.
"Where is Erin, let me see her."
Standing up, I waved to Miranda only to be engulfed in a hug. Did all
women greet each other this way? Not that I minded.
Stepping back, she gave me a once over. "Can I cook, or can I cook."
"You're in charge of the Circle."
"Circle?" Miranda rolled her eyes. "That girl has a thing for the word
Witch. It's Coven sweetie, don't worry. I won't be offended if you call
me a Witch."
Kaylee grumbled as she walked by.
Noticing the bag in her Aunt's hand, I made a face. "Do we have to do
this? I mean, I'm only going to be a girl for a week." I tried not to
whine but wasn't too successful.
"Yes we do, you worked with some very powerful magics last night. I want
to make sure everything is OK."
Sighing, I reluctantly allowed her to lead me to my bedroom. If I knew
this was going to happen, I would have remained in my nightgown.
"Stay here Kaylee, give Erin a little privacy."
I won't go into what she did, trust me this is a big old black mark on
being a girl. Turn your head and cough doesn't shine a light to what
Miranda did to me.
Happily, as I put my clothes back on, Miranda walked out of the room to
give my best friend the news.
"Congratulations Kaylee, it's a girl."
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