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Touching the Moon By Morpheus Part 1 All through history there have been stories of beings who could do things that that were far outside the normal, things that would be considered miraculous or even impossible. Nearly every culture has legends of people who could transform into animals or perform unbelievable feats of magic. Gods... demons... monsters... witches... There were almost as many names for these beings as there were stories. And as with most stories, these ones contained a grain of truth. For the most part, these old stories are filled with gross exaggerations and details which have been vastly twisted from countless retellings. And of course, there are even bits of intentional misinformation in order to keep people from discovering the truth. The truth is that these beings are neither monsters nor gods. The truth is, they are just people... with all the good and bad that entails. These people are not otherworldly creatures but are your neighbors... your friends... and sometimes your own family. To any outsider, we'd appear to be a perfectly ordinary family with a working mom, a stay at home dad, and a slightly nerdy sixteen year old son. And for the most part, that was exactly what we were. However there was also much more to us, though we were very careful to keep any normal from discovering this. At the moment, I was in my bedroom, playing on the new laptop that my parents had given me for my birthday two weeks ago. I was intentionally trying to keep myself distracted and not think of what was to come tonight. Or what might not come tonight. I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness, made all the more potent due to the uncertainty. "Aaron Erland Morris," I told myself aloud, using my best impersonation of my mom's tone of voice when she was exasperated with me. "Focus on your homework and don't worry about tonight." But then I couldn't resist adding my own side of that argument as well. "But how can I not worry about tonight?" With that I leaned back, adjusted my glasses and stared at my monitor without actually paying attention to what was on it. In spite of my talk about doing my homework, that wasn't at all what I'd been working on. In fact I'd just spent the last hour watching Doctor Who... the Tom Baker version. After a minute, I decided to go see what my dad was up to. He worked from home doing editing work for some publishing company, and at this time of day he was probably busy doing that in his office. Dad usually got annoyed when I interrupted him while he was working, but today was a little different from normal and I knew he'd understand. Tonight was the full moon. Specifically, tonight was the first full moon after my sixteenth birthday. For most people, that didn't really mean anything. For a Were... it meant everything. For a Were, the first full moon after they turn sixteen is their Changing Day... the coming of age when their special nature is revealed for the first time. Every Were transforms into an animal under the full moon and has the ability to change every other night if they choose. However every Were also changes into a different animal. Their Changing Day... the first full moon after their sixteenth birthday, is when they transform for the first time and discover what animal it is that they will become. For a Were, their Changing Day is very special since it is the rite of passage that proves they are a Were. Unfortunately I still wasn't even sure that I was going to have a Changing Day. My dad is a Were who can turn into a bear. Not a big and powerful grizzly, but a much smaller and somewhat less intimidating black bear. My mom on the other hand is not a Were at all, which means that I only have a fifty percent chance of being a Were, hence my mixed feelings about tonight. I was honestly uncertain as to whether I wanted to be a Were or not. "I hope I don't turn into something stupid," I muttered, knowing how much trouble it could be to turn into the wrong animal. Dad always had to be very careful when he changed, because people tended to get antsy when they saw bears running around loose. That was one of the main reasons that we lived well away from any other houses. Dad still had it easy, since one of his friends turned into mouse and he had to be extremely careful of being seen by cats or owls. "A bear wouldn't be too bad," I mused, though of course I knew that wouldn't happen. Weres didn't inherit their animal forms from their parents and whatever they turned into seemed to be completely random. I was going to my dad's office to talk to him about my worries when I heard his voice coming from the living room. Someone else was talking as well, which startled me since I hadn't realized anyone else was here besides us. I went to the living room doorway to see who dad was talking to and then paused as I recognized her. Dad was sitting in the recliner and the woman sitting across from him on the couch was about his age with reddish brown hair. Vivian Carrol was dad's cousin or second cousin... I wasn't completely sure which. She was also a fox. Literally. Or at least she was under the full moon. I didn't intend to eavesdrop, but when I heard my name, my curiosity got the best of me. I took a step back, further out of view, and listened intently. "I'm glad you came by for a visit," dad told Vivian, sounding rather proud. "It's Aarons Changing Day... but I suspect you already know that." "I do," Vivian agreed pleasantly. There was a pause before she added, "To be honest, that's why I'm here instead of waiting." "What do you mean?" dad asked cautiously. "Well, you know that group I work with," she stared her explanation. I peeked around the corner, and though I couldn't see dad's face very clearly, I could see him nodding his head. "Yes," he responded thoughtfully. "I remember you telling me about it before. You've been doing surveys at all the gatherings... recording what other forms we have and tracking family trees to see if you can find a pattern in what animal forms we develop." "Right," she said. "We've been especially interested in mythics." At the mention of mythics, she suddenly had my full attention. A mythic is a Were who changes into an animal that doesn't really exist in nature... a mythical creature. They are very rare, and as a result, a subject of great interest for most Weres. "I'd imagine so," dad told her, sounding even more curious. Of course mention of mythics was enough to do that to most Weres. "Well," Vivian explained with clear excitement in her voice, "we've found that over the past ten years, the percentage of new mythics has increased greatly. This isn't an increase of ten percent... but over three hundred." "Three hundred?" dad exclaimed in surprise while I just stood there gaping. "Maybe there are just more mythics reporting it... " "No," Vivian assured him. "It's more than that. Most of these new mythics are actually humanoid mythics... something that was almost unheard of before this. I mean, we have a dryad, a mermaid, a pixie... There are twin sisters who became a naga and a centaur respectively. And just last month, one girl became a satyr on her Changing Day." "A satyr?" dad blurted out. "I thought satyrs were supposed to all be male." Vivian chuckled at that. "They are. From what I hear, she's extremely embarrassed by it. Not surprising." "That poor girl," dad said sympathetically. "Well," Vivian continued a moment later. "We were tracking down the family trees of these mythics to see if there was any family history of it... when we found something that caught our attention." There was a long dramatic pause before she added, "A lot of them... especially all the ones with the humanoid mythics... intersect." "What exactly does that mean?" dad asked. "It means," Vivian responded excitedly, "if you go back just a few generations... they're related. Most of the mythics in this new surge... and all of the ones with humanoid or partly humanoid forms are all descended from the same bloodline. We estimate that the common ancestor may have lived only two hundred years ago." "Unbelievable," dad responded while I nodded along, desperately wanting to step forward and ask some questions, but not wanting to admit that I was eavesdropping. "We aren't ready to make this general knowledge yet," Vivian explained in a grim tone. "Before we release this, we wanted more evidence... not to mention the identity of the common ancestor. The reason I'm here telling you this is... well... you're descended from this bloodline too... on your father's side." "Aaron," dad blurted out my name, and for a brief moment I feared that he'd realized I was listening in. Then he continued, "You think Aaron is going to be a mythic?" I gasped at that and had to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep from making a sound. The idea of being a mythic was hard to imagine, not that I hadn't tried doing so countless times while growing up. Being able to turn into something like a dragon or a griffin would be unbelievably cool. Among the Were community, being able to turn into a mythical creature of any sort meant bragging rights for life. "I don't know," Vivian admitted. "But if the pattern holds true, then he'll probably have a higher chance than normal." "You forget," dad pointed out after a moment, sounding almost disappointed, "he might not even be a Were at all. He might take after his mother instead." Then he quickly added, "Not that there's anything wrong with that." "Helen is an interesting woman," Vivian responded with a chuckle. "Most women would kill to have a talent like hers." "I am a lucky man," dad agreed happily. I listened for another half minute, but the topic of conversation had drifted away from me and mythics and was no longer of much interest to me. I already felt a little guilty for listening in like this so turned and made my way back to my room, my thoughts still dwelling on what I'd heard. When I reached my room, I sat back down in front of my laptop and removed my glasses to rub at my eyes. "Imagine," I told myself with a chuckle. "Me... a mythic." The idea seemed about as realistic as picturing myself as a rock star. Of course that never stopped me from doing so before. And with that I turned my attention to my laptop and searching the web again. This time I wasn't searching for humorous videos or clips from old sci-fi series, but for descriptions on all the different types of mythical creatures. Part 2 Dinner consisted of glazed chicken, shallot mashed potatoes, and brussels sprouts that had been cooked with bacon. It was all completely delicious, including the brussels sprouts. Of course that was to be expected, since my mom used to be a professional sous chef before she decided that she preferred working outside the kitchen and having more reasonable hours. Now she worked as some sort of supply chain manager and sourced products for a local high end restaurant chain. We were all sitting at the dinner table, including Vivian who'd stayed, probably to satisfy her curiosity as to whether I was going to be a Were or not, not to mention which kind. When I'd finished looking up the different types of mythical creatures on the web and came back out of my room earlier on, I pretended to be surprised to find her here. She didn't say a word about my possibly being a mythic, nor did dad. I suspected that he just wanted to keep me from getting my hopes up. As it was, I only had a fifty percent chance of being a Were at all. Mom sat across from me, being slender with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. She was still very attractive for her age and I knew that a lot of the guys at school would probably call her a MILF, especially right now. Mom usually had small breasts, but at the moment she was a nice D cup... just a bit larger than Vivian. Of course that was no accident. Though my mom wasn't a Were, she certainly wasn't a normal either. In fact my mom was from a people who were known as the Touched. The name came from the old belief that they were touched by god... or by the devil. While most old legends and stories about people who turn into animals or about animals who act like people are inspired by the Were, the ones about witches and wizards were inspired by the Touched. And like the Were, the Touched have been hiding among humans for a very long time. It is even believed that both races share a common origin and may even have once been a single race. The Touched have magic and can do things that would normally be completely impossible, though no more so than a man being able to turn into a bear. Every Touched has a single magic power, a talent which they can perform at just about any time. This talent is different for every Touched and appears to be almost random. For my mom, her talent is that she can make her breasts grow larger for about an hour. Needless to say, my dad absolutely loves it when she uses it. I glanced at Vivian and then looked back at my plate, thinking about what she'd said earlier. I also thought of how it would be getting dark soon and how she and dad would both change. And of course, how I might change as well... or not. My emotions about that were still mixed since I thought it would be exciting to be a Were who turned into a cool animal, especially a mythical one, but it would also be great to have some other kind of magic talent. In just a short time, I would find out for certain whether I was a Were or not. But even if I didn't take after my dad, there was still no guarantee that I'd take after my mom. If both parents were Were, then you were guaranteed to be a Were as well. But even if both of your parents were Touched, there was still no guarantee you would be too. Most of the time you would be, but it did sometimes skip a generation. I was a little nervous that this might be the case, that I wouldn't have inherited enough from either of my parents to take after them and that I'd be left as a normal. I didn't think there was anything wrong with normal since all my friends at school were, but considering my family, I knew that I'd feel ashamed and left out. "It's only a little bit longer," Vivian told me from across the table. She gave me an odd look and asked, "So, are you excited? I remember I was during my Changing Day." "A bit," I admitted. "Remember," mom reminded Vivian, "Aaron might end up being Touched rather than Were." Vivian nodded at that and then asked mom, "Do Touched have a Changing Day?" "No," mom responded with an amused smile. "We don't have anything quite like it. You see, our talents aren't as predictable about when they're going to appear." "The sixteenth birthday is still important though," dad added, giving me a quick look and grinning. "We discover our other form on the first full moon afterwards..." "And we can discover our talent anytime afterwards," mom continued with a chuckle. "We tap into the source of magic anytime between our sixteenth and seventeenth birthdays and develop our talent. If we don't do it before seventeen, then we never do." She shrugged at that. "I don't know why that is... only that this is how it works." "I always wondered why it has to be the sixteenth birthday," Vivian said with a shake of her head. "It always seemed so arbitrary... " The three adults continued talking about the similarities and differences between Were and Touched while I just ate in silence. When I was finished, I left the table and returned to my room, immediately glancing at the clock when I got there. "Only a couple hours," I reminded myself, feeling a knot in my stomach. I'd spent half the day imagining what it would be like to be a Were but now I found myself thinking about being Touched. If I was touched, what kind of talent would I get? I grinned as I imagined what it would be like to actually do magic. Specific talents weren't inherited any more than Were forms were, but sometimes certain types of talents would run in a family. In my mom's family, most of the talents seemed to cause some kind of physical change or transformation. Mom could make her own breasts grow, grandma could make people fat, and my aunt June could turn them into frogs. Then there was my uncle Dave who could turn himself into a raccoon and was sometimes mistaken as a Were because of that. In fact that very misunderstanding was what led to him meeting my dad and introducing my parents to each other all those years ago. There is a family legend that the reason our bloodline has so much transformation magic is that we are descended from the powerful sorceress Circe. However there is absolutely no evidence to prove this and Circe herself has been dead for a VERY long time. More than likely, someone had just made it up in order to try impressing other people with. "Touched or Were," I mused with a sigh. "I guess in a little bit I'll be able to check one of them off." I decided that I'd had enough of worrying about this for now and wanted to take my mind off of the topic of Weres and Touched. Instead I went to the table that was set up in the corner of my room and which was covered with a half complete jigsaw puzzle. Putting puzzles together was something of a hobby of mine, as demonstrated by the two large assembled puzzles which had been framed and hung from my bedroom walls. As an only child, I'd always had to find ways to entertain myself and this was one of my favorite ways of doing that. The puzzle I was currently working on was a nature landscape and was a bit of a pain since so much of it was shades of green and brown, making the pieces hard to tell apart. Still I rather enjoyed the challenge of that and knew that I'd feel quite proud of myself once I was able to complete it. It was a pretty nice picture to so I might even end up framing it and putting it on my wall as well. I had been intently focused on the puzzle for a good half hour before I was distracted the sound of a hesitant knock on my bedroom door. I didn't even have a chance to answer before the door opened and my mom stepped into the room. "How are you doing?" mom asked me with a slightly concerned look. "I'm fine," I lied, giving her a cheerful smile. "Well, I know that in your place, I'd be a little nervous," she told me. "But regardless of whether you end up Touched or as a Were, I want you to know that your father and I will both still love you the same." "I know," I responded. Then I hesitantly admitted, "I'm just not sure which I'd rather be... I know there are some good things about both..." "Well, I certainly have no complaints about being Touched," she told me with a faint smirk. "But I'm sure you'd be perfectly happy as a Were too." In spite of her saying this, I knew that she was really hoping that I'd be Touched like she was. She was nearly as nervous about tonight as I was, though she wouldn't admit it. "I guess we'll find out soon enough," I told her with a wry smile. "Now come on," mom told me, putting her arm around my shoulder and leading me towards the door. "We have cake to celebrate your Changing Day." "But what if it's not my changing day?" I asked. She just grinned and answered, "Then we have cake for dessert." Part 3 I stared at the clock, feeling my heart nearly skip a beat as the digit for the minute changed. There were only ten more minutes until it was time to find out if I was a Were or not. I looked to the half eaten cake and briefly considering having another slice while we waited but then decided against it. "What are you doing?" I asked my mom when I noticed her standing there with her camera. "I just wanted to get the camera ready," she told me with a grin. "If you do change, I'm going to want pictures of your first time... " "That wouldn't be a good idea," dad told her with a sigh. "Would you want someone taking before and after pictures of you when you use your talent? Besides, what if the wrong person was to see them...?" While dad was talking mom out of recording my change, if I had one, I decided to go take care of some last minute business. I wanted to go relieve myself so I wouldn't suddenly turn into a dog and then immediately have to go looking for a fire hydrant. After I finished my business, I washed my hands in the sink and found myself staring into the mirror, wondering what it would be like to see someone... something else staring back. My own reflection wasn't really all that impressive. I was 5 foot 9 and had a slender build that I'd inherited from my mom, along with my dirty blonde hair color. My glasses helped give me a somewhat nerdy appearance, though my T-shirt probably added to that. It was a black T- shirt with a picture of a bowtie on it along the words 'BOWTIES ARE COOL'. I growled experimentally into the mirror as if I was a dog or bear, though I immediately felt foolish. "I guess I'll find out in a few minutes," I muttered, turning away from the mirror and going back out. Vivian was no longer in the living room, which was a good thing since dad was in the process of taking off his pants. Mom told me that she'd gone into the guest bedroom so she could change in privacy. Dad was just getting ready to go outside and change like he did every full moon. "You'd better go outside too," mom told me firmly. "I will not have you turning into an elephant in my house... " "Good point," dad agreed with a chuckle. "The first time I changed, I was in the bathroom so I could get some privacy for it. Needless to say, I accidentally made a bit of a mess. My dad even took the cost of a new sink out of my allowance." "And you should take your clothes off too," mom said, looking just a little concerned. "Just in case." I nodded at that and then went out the back door and began undressing on the patio. I wished I had a blanket to cover myself with, but since dad never bothered with anything like that I didn't either. Still I made sure to stay turned away from my parents so they couldn't see my front side. "If I don't change," I announced, "I'm going to feel ridiculous." A minute later, I felt it, a tingling that suddenly began to run through my entire body. I let out a loud gasp, knowing exactly what this meant. It meant that I actually was a Were and was really going to go through my first change. There was a sense of relief at that and of excitement, yet I felt a little disappointed too because it meant that I wasn't Touched. Then my body began to transform. I could feel all my flesh and bones moving and changing, almost as though being reshaped by invisible hands. It wasn't painful, just a bit uncomfortable and VERY weird. With my muscles all rippling and changing as they were, I lost control of them and collapsed to my knees. I was barely able to get my hands out enough to catch myself so that I didn't hit the ground completely. From this angle, I could see that my hands had changed. My nails had turned black and were growing longer and sharper as I watched. Whatever I was becoming, it had claws. I closed my eyes under the onslaught of sensations coming from every inch of my body. Parts of me felt like they were pushing out while other parts felt like they were stretching, twisting, or pulling. It was all too overwhelming to keep track of so I just tried to brace myself until it was over. The transformation only took about a minute to complete, though it felt like much longer. When it was finished, I remained where I was with my eyes closed, taking deep breaths and just trying to make sense of how different my body now felt. It was already obvious that I'd changed a great deal. "Aaron," mom called out, her voice sounding almost afraid. "Are you all right?" I opened my eyes and responded, "I think so." However there wasn't much certainty to that. Then I suddenly realized that I'd just spoken aloud. Weres couldn't talk in their animal forms any more than the real animal could. I slowly got to my feet, finding that it was a bit awkward to do so with my new body and balance. I still had two legs, two arms, and a body that seemed to be mostly human in form. However when I got to my feet and looked down at myself, I couldn't really see past the two large fleshy mounds on my chest. For a moment, I just stared down at the mounds of flesh on my chest with a feeling of confusion, but then I became aware of other new body parts as well. I had something growing from my back... two somethings. I turned enough to see that I now had a pair of wings... large leathery wings somewhat like a bat. And I felt something bumping up against my legs, something that moved when I thought about it. It took me several seconds to realize that I now seemed to have a tail as well as wings. "What the hell am I?" I blurted out in surprise. My voice sounded strange to my ears. "You're... you're a Were," mom responded, staring at me with an open mouthed look of disbelief. A black bear sat on his haunches beside her and nodded in agreement. "You look like some kind of demon," she told me, trying to look calm and casual but failing. "And female. Definitely female." "I'm a mythic," I whispered, though that had been obvious from the moment I spoke. I stared down at myself again, still trying to take this all in. I'd been prepared to turn into some kind of animal and had even imagined that I might be some kind of mythic. However the reality was a bit more than I'd been prepared for. I was so caught up in my new body that I momentarily forgot mom and dad were there and grabbed my very prominent new breasts, noting that they were large, round, and about the size of basketballs. They were also high on my chest and firm, appearing impossibly perfect to my limited experience. "Holy hand grenade of Antioch..." I muttered. Then my fingers brushed my nipples, which immediately hardened and felt good. This seemed to send a spark straight down to my groin and set it on fire... in a good way. A VERY good way. I yanked my hands away, suddenly remembering I wasn't alone and feeling unbelievably embarrassed. Right then a fox came out of the house and stopped just beside the door to stare at me. And though foxes weren't capable of human facial expressions, her body language screamed surprise. Vivian slowly came closer to me, appearing to sniff the air as she did so. Then she stopped a short distance away and continued to watch me. "It seems that Aaron is a mythic," mom said with a nervous chuckle. Then almost under her breath, she muttered, "A very female one..." At that her breasts grew a couple more cup sizes. "Oh shit," I blurted out, suddenly realizing that I was completely and totally naked in front of Vivian and my parents. I started to turn and tried to cover up as best I could without actually touching my breasts or anything. But in the process, I lost my balance and toppled to the ground again. "Are you okay?" mom asked, starting to come towards me. But then dad made some kind of low growl and got in front of mom and began to push at her with his nose, almost as though pushing her away from me. "What are you doing?" mom demanded of him. Then she paused and exclaimed, "Oh, of course... We should give him... her some privacy." Dad gave a short growl of agreement while nodding his head. However mom gave me another odd look and said, "I'll see if I can find something for you to cover up with." A moment later, mom went inside while dad and Vivian wandered away to give me some privacy with my new body. I was grateful for that since I was damn curious about myself but couldn't very well look myself over with them all standing around gaping. I was about to get back up again when I noticed my feet. While standing, I hadn't been able to see down past my breasts well enough to see them, though I certainly could from my current position. My feet were... not feet. My legs looked normal... for a very sexy woman, but at about the ankle they changed and I had a pair of black cloven hooves instead of feet. I carefully got back to my feet, thinking that with feet like these and being so top heavy, it was no wonder that my balance was off so badly. I took several cautious steps, finding that it wasn't quite as bad to walk as I'd feared. Still I took my time as I made my way back into the house. Once I was inside, I immediately made my way to the bathroom so I could see what I now looked like. I was dying of curiosity. When I was in the privacy of the bathroom, I locked the door and began to look over my new body. I alternated between looking at it directly and staring into the mirror. It was a bit of a shock when I actually saw my reflection. Though I already knew that I was now female, it didn't fully hit me until I saw myself. I looked like a wet dream come true. My body was mostly human looking, and that of an overly sexy girl. I had big round breasts, a thin waist, and an absolutely killer figure. In fact my proportions leaned a little closer to a Barbie than to a real woman. My face was gorgeous, in a dark and slightly scary way. My eyes were solid black, as black as two pools of ink. My lips were full and very kissable looking, but were black as well, almost as though I was wearing black lipstick like some kind of goth. And when I opened my mouth to see the vampire fangs I could feel with my tongue, I saw that the skin inside was all black, including my tongue. "Weird," I said as I ran my fingers through my hair. My hair had turned raven black and had grown much longer, so that it now hung to halfway down my back. When I moved my hair aside, I saw that my ears were pointed. "I still look pretty human," I thought aloud. "But I'm definitely not." I twitched my wings but kept from opening them all the way, since there wasn't room in the bathroom for that. The wings were a dark crimson color which seemed to turn black in a few spots. My tail... which looked almost like a classic devil's tail, was about the same color. "Unbelievable," I said, staring at my hands. They were feminine hands with sharp looking black nails that looked more like talons. I had a feeling that they could do some serious damage, especially since I had a feeling that they were much harder than human nails. "I've got claws." While I was examining my new body, I was fully aware of the fact that if I hadn't known for certain that I'd change back with the sunrise, I'd REALLY be freaking out. But since I did know that my curiosity was able to take over. Once I'd looked myself over, I did it again, this time more slowly. I ran my hands over my skin, marveling at how smooth and flawless it was. When I reached my breasts, they immediately responded to my touch, as did my groin. "Damn," I moaned, feeling very horny. One of my hands slipped down between my legs to feel my new equipment. It was already soaked down there and my touch felt fantastic. It was all I could do to pull my hand away and keep from actually playing with myself. "What the hell am I?" I exclaimed in frustration. However one more glance at my reflection in the mirror and I realized that I'd asked just the right question. I did appear to be something right out of hell. I appeared to have become some sort of demon. Then with a sigh, I said, "At least I'm a mythic." I left the bathroom, deciding that too much privacy might be dangerous to my self-control at the moment. When I did so, I found mom waiting in the living room for me. I stared at her for a moment and suddenly realized that she looked shorter than normal. Mom was only two inches shorter than me, which meant that when she wore heels, she was just a little taller. But now, she was wearing heels and I was still taller than her by a couple inches. "So, I'm taller," I mused in surprise. I hadn't expected that. If anything, I would have thought that turning into a girl would have made me shorter. However from standing next to my mom I had to estimate that I was between six foot and six foot two. "Wow, I feel tall... " "It's hard to believe that's really you," mom told me with a nervous smile. She stared at me for a moment and I could see the disappointment that I wasn't going to be Touched like her. I couldn't help but feeling a little disappointed by that as well. "I guess we'll just have to get used to this since you're going to be looking like this every full moon." "Yeah," I responded self-consciously. "It feels pretty weird..." I looked down at myself and suddenly wondered if this was what a Time Lord felt like after regenerating. "Well, I did get you something to wear," mom said, holding up a bikini top. "This should be about your size and you'll even be able to wear it with the wings." I nodded and accepted the garment with a wry smile. I wasn't at all surprised that mom had a top in my size since she had a rather large collection of bras and such in different sizes. "I couldn't find anything that would fit," she told me, gesturing to my lower half. "So, I had to improvise." A few minutes later, I was wearing mom's bikini top, which was actually a pretty good fit. She was a pretty good judge of breast size and had been able to gauge mine with just a look. I also had a large towel wrapped around my waist and connected with a pin to make a quick and easy skirt. "At least you're decent now," mom told me with a nod of approval. After this I went back outside and stretched my new wings. It felt sort of good to do so, though I made absolutely no effort to see if they'd really work or if they were just for show. Being able to fly might be pretty cool, but I already had enough to absorb without that. Then I walked away from the house and the light provided around the porch. As I got further from the house, it got darker out. The moon was hidden behind a heavy cover of clouds, so there was little light from that source. But in spite of that my ability to see didn't diminish at all. If anything, it got better. I'd already noticed that even though I wasn't wearing my glasses, I could see with a crystal clarity, without any of the usual blurriness. Now it appeared that I could also see in the dark. I moved even further away from the house, going to the darkest parts of the field behind us and verifying that I could still see as though it was daylight. "I guess that proves it," I said, pausing to go back. Then I noticed the fox that was creeping through the shadows, trying to follow me without being seen. I stared straight at Vivian for a moment and grinned to show that I saw her there. A moment later, I went back towards the house. "So, I can see in the dark," I mused to myself. "I don't feel cold at all... in spite of the fact that I'm outside with almost nothing on. And I might even be able to fly. I wonder what else I can do." However I didn't feel like trying out much more of this at the moment. I was still trying to just get used to the idea of being a Were... of being a mythic... and being... whatever it was I'd become. A couple hours later, Vivian came into the house and went back to the guest bedroom to curl up for the night at the foot of the bed. Dad went to the shed which had been set up for him on nights like this and would be a comfortable place for a bear to spend the night. Mom went to bed as well, leaving me the only one still up. In spite of it being later than I usually stayed up, I felt perfectly wide awake. I suspected that this was because whatever I'd turned into, it was nocturnal. I locked myself in my bedroom and tried to distract myself from the sensations coming from my body. My body felt pretty weird, but at the same time, it felt kind of good. It was hard to describe, though I knew it was more than just the vague horniness that I still felt. What I did know was that it would have been far too easy to start playing with myself, and I couldn't let that happen. Not when there were two animals with very sharp senses hanging around nearby. To distract myself from what I was feeling, as well as to get some answers, I spent several hours searching online to find out what I'd become. Lots of cultures had different myths and stories about demons and strange creatures that resembled sexy women. There was one such creature that I kept going back to. "Succubus," I whispered, thinking about my exaggerated sexy body, how I still felt horny, and of a strange craving that I was beginning to feel. "I'm a Were succubus." Part 4 I woke up to the overwhelming sensations of my body transforming. In an instant, I went from sleep to wide awake, gasping as my flesh and bones reshaped themselves. I could feel my wings pulling back into my body and my breasts deflated as well. As I held my hands in front of me, I could see my nails becoming shorter and lighter. In just a minute, I was human once again. "Frell," I muttered, taking several deep breaths. "That is not a good way to wake up." Then I thought of last night, shaking my head as I remembered becoming a Were... turning into that creature. I was pretty sure I'd become a succubus, but it wasn't like there were a lot of experts on succubi that I could ask to confirm that. As I thought about that I began to blush, feeling embarrassed as I remembered finally giving into my curiosity and playing with myself. It had felt good... REALLY good. I'd eventually fallen asleep doing that and when I glanced to my clock, I realized that I'd slept for less than two hours. "After waking up that way," I muttered to myself in disgust, "I don't think I can get back to sleep..." Since my vision was back to being a little blurry, I put my glasses on and then wrapped my blanket around myself. I staggered out of my room and went to the bathroom to relieve myself, wondering if it was going to be like this every morning after I changed back. "I only have to do it during the full moon," I reminded myself. Of course I could change on any other night if I wanted to, but it was only on the full moon that I'd have no choice. "At least I'm back to normal." It suddenly struck me that I was not only a Were but a mythic, the rarest kind of Were. And though that would normally be worth bragging about, I realized that I couldn't very well do that. Even if I was a mythic, every guy would just laugh at me for becoming a succubus. I'd be a laughing stock. When got to the bathroom, I dropped the blanket to the floor and then reached down to do my business. But to my surprise, I didn't feel my equipment. I grabbed more firmly and suddenly realized that I didn't feel any of it. "What the... ?" I started, bending over to look and letting out a loud gasp. There was no sign of my bat and balls. Instead there was a little mound down there with a slit... just like what I had last night. I was still a girl down there. I snapped around to look in the bathroom mirror, gaping open mouthed at my reflection. I looked almost like myself... almost. My hair was now black and hung to about my shoulders, but other than that I looked like a girl version of myself. I stared for only a few seconds and then screamed. Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in the living room, wearing a T- shirt and pair of shorts which normally fit perfectly, but were now too loose. I sat there in silence, staring down at myself and the two small bumps pushing out of the front of my shirt. There was no doubt that I was now a girl, though it made no sense. Weres changed back to normal during daylight... always. But for some reason, I had changed back to human, but not fully to normal. As soon as my mom had come running in to see what all the screaming was about, I found that I was now shorter than before. Last night, I'd been about 6 foot 1, but now I was only about 5 foot 6. My body was slender with small but perky breasts that were a large A cup or small B. They weren't nearly as obvious at the monsters I'd had last night, but I was definitely noticing them. Everyone had gotten up, though I was actually more dressed than anyone else. All three of the adults were wearing robes, which seemed to be something of a requirement for Weres. In that case, I'd need to get one myself so I'd have something quick and easy to put on before and after my changes. "This just isn't possible," dad exclaimed, staring at me in disbelief. "Weres always change back... " "Maybe it's some kind of side effect," mom suggested. "Maybe it just got kind of stuck and he'll finish changing back later... " "It doesn't work that way," Vivian said, staring at me as well. "I've never heard of this happening." Then she heisted a moment before saying, "Maybe it's because of his Touched blood... " Mom and dad gave each other a thoughtful look for a moment before they simultaneously looked at me. I felt self-conscious under their attention, more so than I had last night when I was changed. "When we found out I was pregnant," mom said after a moment, "we weren't sure what would happen. Neither of us had ever heard of a Were and a Touched having a child together... " "There aren't very many mixed couples," Vivian agreed. "I've seen plenty where one is a Were and the other human, but you're the only ones I've ever met who were Were and Touched." "We've met a couple others," dad told her with a weak smile. "But you're right, there aren't many around. We did ask around though and in every case we heard of, their children were either completely Were or completely Touched." "None of the children we heard about showed any complications from their mixed blood," mom added. "Then what's wrong with me?" I blurted out in frustration. I pointed to my chest and spat out, "I was supposed to lose these when the sun came up." "At least you changed most of the way back," Vivian said hopefully. I rolled my eyes at that. Sure, at least I looked human now and could go out in public, but that didn't exactly make me feel better. I was scared and confused so didn't appreciate her 'glass half full' outlook very much. "I'll make some calls and see if anyone has heard of something like this happening before," dad said. "Me too," Vivian added. "The group I work with has been tracking Were bloodlines. One of the others might have heard of someone not fully changing back." I spent the next few hours in my room, trying hard not to think of my female body and attempting to distract myself. It seemed funny, in a not so funny way, that I was doing the exact same thing I'd done last night. Between last night and this, I was able to finish the jigsaw puzzle that I'd been working on. When lunch came, we were still without answers. Dad and Vivian had both made calls without any luck, though they insisted that we just needed to be patient. "We need to give people time to get the message," dad assured me gently. "And maybe do some research." "Being a succubus was weird," I snapped in annoyance. "But at least I knew I'd change back to normal." Mom gave me a look of surprise. "A succubus? I thought you were some kind of demon." "Well, she certainly had the right build for a succubus," Vivian muttered, giving me an odd look. "Maybe I can change again tonight," I exclaimed as an idea came to me. "Then I can change back again... Maybe I'm just stuck this way and changing back again will unstick me." "Maybe," dad responded thoughtfully, rubbing at his chin as he considered that. "It would be worth a shot." "But what if he changes back a little less each time?" mom asked with a suddenly worried look. "If he changes enough times, he'd be stuck as a demon... a succubus permanently." I closed my eyes and groaned at that. "That wouldn't be good..." Now I was too afraid of that possibility to even try my idea. While I was sitting there with my eyes closed, trying to think of another idea, I suddenly realized that I could sense something... odd. I couldn't make sense of what it was and when I mentally poked at it, I felt a warm tingling rush through my body. A moment later, I felt my flesh and bones beginning to change again. I let out a loud gasp and suddenly all three of the adults froze and stared at me with looks of shock. "I think I'm changing again," I exclaimed. "But that's impossible," Vivian protested weakly. In spite of Vivian's proclamation that this was impossible, my body continued to change. My clothes ceased being loose and became tighter, especially in my chest. I could feel my breasts swelling larger. After only half a minute, the changes all stopped and I sat there feeling a little stunned. I jumped to my feet, realizing that I still had feet rather than hooves. A quick look back revealed no sign of my wings. In fact my breasts looked to be about DD cup... quite a bit smaller than they'd been last night. "I'm still human," I said in realization. My body had definitely changed again and from what I could see, I'd become taller, bustier, and sexier... but I hadn't become a succubus. I just stared down at myself, feeling completely confused by this latest change. "You... you just used magic," mom exclaimed, staring at me in surprise and amazement. "You're Touched." I stared back at mom and then down at myself, then said, "But I thought it was impossible to be both... " "Apparently not," mom responded with a wry smile. Then she reached for the phone and announced, "I think it's time to call my sister... " Part 5 My aunt June was a very pretty woman, though she didn't quite meet the level to be a model. She had a slender figure and breasts that were a little larger than what my mom's were naturally, though of course, my mom could cheat. She had golden blond hair that went to her shoulder and was currently dressed in an outfit with a short skirt and somewhat revealing top, almost as though she was ready to go on a date. Even though aunt June only looked to be I her mid-twenties, she was actually my mom's older sister. Twelve years older. And in spite of her appearance, she was something of an expert, which was why mom had called her for help. "I came as soon as I could," aunt June said, staring at me with a curious look. "Thank you," mom told her with a weak smile. "I appreciate it. So, how have things been going for you?" "The same as usual," aunt June responded with a grin and a shrug. "Every time I kiss a prince, he turns into a frog." Mom and aunt June both chuckled at that old joke. I heard it just about every time the two of them met up. It was a reference to aunt June's talent of being able to turn people into frogs for a little while. Apparently she'd first discovered this talent when she was having her first kiss and actually turned the boy into a frog. "But it's still fun trying to find the right prince," aunt June added before turning her attention back to me. She reached out and gently touched my face, saying, "Is that really you Aaron?" "Um... yeah," I responded self-consciously. Of course I wasn't quite as embarrassed as I would have been if she'd seen me last night or even a couple hours ago. After only an hour or so of being sexy and busty, my body had changed back to the plain girl version that I'd first been this morning. "I'm sorry, honey," aunt June told me with a wry look. "I'm sure this has to be a bit of a shock for you." "Last night was Aaron's changing day," mom told her. "He changed, proving that he's a Were like his father. But this morning, he didn't change back to normal... at least not all the way." "You mentioned that on the phone," aunt June said, giving me an even odder look. "I'm afraid that I don't really know much about Weres." "But this morning, he used magic," mom explained. "I think he has a talent." "You have a talent too?" aunt June asked. "You're both a Were and Touched?" "We didn't think it was possible," dad said while Vivian nodded in agreement. "We've never heard of anyone being both Were and Touched," mom told her with a grimace. "I thought it was impossible... " Aunt June gave me another curious look and mused, "Just because you've never heard of it happening before, that doesn't mean it hasn't." Then she asked me, "Can you show me your talent?" I gulped at that. "Um... I've only had it happen once. I'm not sure if I can do it again... " "Nonsense," aunt June said with an amused look. "If you are touched, you should be able to use your talent without any problem." I scowled at that and then reminded myself that I'd have to show her everything if she was going to be able to help me. With that I tried repeating what I'd done earlier by accident. I reached out for the magic and suddenly felt it kick in. My body was changing again. My flesh rippled and changed, though I was getting used to it enough that I could actually pay attention to how I was changing. I especially paid attention to my breasts swelling larger, stopping at a DD cup size. When I finished changing, I looked down at myself, already knowing exactly how I looked. After I'd changed like this earlier today, I'd checked myself out pretty well. I was now 5 foot 10, a tiny bit taller than I was in my normal male form. My hair was still black, but had grown longer and now touched my shoulder blades. And of course, I looked much prettier and sexier. Then I adjusted my glasses self-consciously, annoyed that even though my body had changed so much, I still needed the glasses. I looked at aunt June to see her reaction of my new form. "Sort of like your talent," aunt June told my mom with a grin. "Instant makeover... " "A little," mom admitted. "I only make my breasts grow larger. Aaron seems to improve his entire body." "That depends on how you define the word improve," I said, not bothering to keep the sarcasm from my voice. "You're definitely Touched," aunt June said, giving me an amused look. Then she said, "Now tell me everything you can about his Were form and what happened... " Since I was the one who'd gone through this, I was the one who explained what had happened and how I'd changed. I felt embarrassed as I described my other form and how I'd actually felt turned on while I was like that. However I did neglect to mention that I'd actually played with myself. There were some things that were just too private. "Very interesting," aunt June mused thoughtfully when I was finished. "A succubus..." She shook her head, gave me a sympathetic look and said, "I have a few things I want to try..." Aunt June reached into her purse and pulled out a crystal ball that was about the size of a baseball, then she reached in and pulled out several more items. I watched curiously, wondering what she had in mind. "How in the world did you fit all that into that purse?" Vivian blurted out, giving the purse a suspicious look. "Magic," aunt June responded smugly. "Her purse is bigger on the inside than the outside," mom added, looking a little jealous. "Sort of like a Tardis," I explained. "What's a Tardis?" Vivian asked with a blank look. "Something from one of Aaron's old science fiction shows," mom told her, giving me an amused look. "It always surprises me that Aaron is more interested in science fiction than something like Harry Potter..." I just snorted at that. "Harry Potter is too much like reality. If you want something with real imagination, watch Doctor Who or Farscape..." "Nevermind that," aunt June said, looking like she was trying to keep from laughing. She handed me the crystal ball and said, "Concentrate on this..." I held the sphere and concentrated on it like I'd been instructed and it began to glow blue. Aunt June nodded at that and then snatched the crystal ball out of my hand without saying a thing. She then used several of the crystals and amulets she'd pulled out of her purse, though I wasn't really sure what any of them did. When aunt June was finished, she looked at me and said, "I think I know why you can't change back." "Go ahead," dad said, obviously trying to remain patient though I could see the worry on his face. "You are definitely Touched," aunt June told me, her expression turning serious. "I'm guessing that you tapped into magic for the first time last night... maybe even while you were changing. As you know, the first time you draw on magic, it forms a pattern that is branded onto your being and which forms your talent. It appears that either your Were form influenced how your pattern formed... but admittedly, it could have been the other way around." "So, his turning into a... a succubus is why he gets... like that," mom said, gesturing to me. I noticed her breast size increase a cup or so. She tended to use her talent like that almost unconsciously whenever she felt too outdone. "But why didn't he change back?" dad demanded, keeping his voice calm and quiet, but barely. "Why is Aaron still a girl?" Aunt June was silent for a moment before she abruptly asked, "How much do you know about the magic class system?" Dad gave her a blank look while Vivian responded, "Absolutely nothing." "Not a whole lot," mom admitted. "Of course I've heard of it, but I can't pull enough magic to make it very relevant." Aunt June nodded at that and looked intently at me. "The amount of magic you can draw is measured on a scale of one through ten. Most Touched are only a class one or two. You have to be a class three before you have enough magic to do anything more than just your talent. It's the very minimum level to become a sorceress..." She paused for a moment before adding, "You just measured as a class four. You have enough magic to become a sorcerer." "You're kidding," I blurted out, staring at aunt June in surprise. "Me... a sorcerer?" For the Touched, being a sorcerer was a little like being a Mythic, though not quite as rare. About one out of every ten Touched could draw enough magic to become one, though unlike the special talents that they... that we have, using sorcery requires a lot of training. "But what does that have to do with his being a girl?" dad asked in frustration. Mom stared at me with a sinking look and then she looked to aunt June. "I think I know. It's one of those sorcerer's marks... isn't it." "I think so," aunt June said, looking just a little sad. "What's a sorcerer's mark?" I demanded, getting even more worried than before because of the way mom and aunt June were acting. "Sometimes, when a Touched is able to draw enough magic," aunt June began to explain, "it does more than just give them the pattern for their talent. Sometimes the extra magic causes unexpected side effects. They used to say that these side effects mark you as a sorcerer. They're sorcerer's marks." "What?" I demanded, grabbing my breasts and grimacing. "These are side effects? I thought these were from my talent..." "Well, they are," aunt June told me with a sigh. "But I think the reason you stayed as a girl is that it's a sorcerer's mark. Obviously influenced by your Were form and talent." I stared at her with a sinking feeling as I asked, "Is this going to wear off?" "I don't know," aunt June admitted. "Every sorcerer's mark is different." She paused to give me a wry smile and added, "Mine is that my eyes tend to glow when I get... excited." Then she blushed a little before saying, "Probably not." I stared at aunt June, feeling like my heart was jumping into my throat. Then I slowly looked down at myself and the bulges which pushed out from my shirt, muttering, "Frak." Part 6 I sat on the edge of my bed, silently staring at the alarm clock. At this time last night, I'd been a sexy demon girl and had been filled with shock and curiosity. But now, I just felt numb with an underlying sense of dread. One of my hands went to my chest and felt the small breasts that I now possessed. I was back in my normal girl form, since my sexy girl form seemed to wear off after only an hour or so. Unfortunately this form didn't seem to wear off at all. I still hadn't changed back to being a boy. The last twenty-four hours had been a swirl of shock and discovery. I'd discovered that I was both Were and Touched, and more than that I was a mythic and a potential sorcerer. Unfortunately those things came with some serious downsides. "I'm a girl," I said, still having a hard time believing it even though I'd had to sit down to pee all day long. It seemed absolutely ridiculous that my Were form was a succubus, a ridiculously sexy demon girl. That was a bit embarrassing, but it wouldn't have been too bad, since I'd only have to deal with it once a month. However I then find that my Touched talent is that I can make myself temporarily become a sexy human girl. And if that wasn't bad enough, I discover that I have sorcerer level potential, and as a side effect of that I end up being stuck as a girl even when I'm not using my talent or my Were form. Vivian had been absolutely amazed that I was both Were and Touched, but once she realized that all of my weirdness beyond the succubus thing was a result of being Touched, she'd decided there was nothing more she could do and had left. However aunt June had decided to stick around for a bit longer and had moved into the guest bedroom that Vivian had left. "What in the world am I going to do?" I muttered in frustration. "I can't be a girl for good." I closed my eyes and I could feel it inside of me. I could feel my link to the magic that gave me my Touched abilities. I knew that with just a thought, I could call on my talent and become sexy again. However I could feel more than just that. I could feel the succubus inside of me, hiding just beneath the skin. It would be so easy to let her back out, to transform once again. That would put even my sexy human form to shame and I knew that it wouldn't take any more effort. I held back from doing either. After another minute, I decided that I couldn't really put it off any longer. I was already late getting to bed and knew that I'd have to climb under the covers sooner or later. I just snorted at the idea of actually being able to fall asleep. "And to think," I reminded myself with a snort, "Yesterday, I didn't know if I'd rather be a Were or Touched. Now I'm both." I began undressing as I muttered, "Be careful what you wish for." I turned off the light and then climbed under the covers where I remained for a long time, my mind still going too much for me to fall asleep. Eventually, I began to feel my small but perky breasts, holding them in my hands and wondering if I'd ever get used to having these. "At least I'm not too big," I muttered, knowing that it would probably be a pain I was stuck as big as I was when I used my talent... or worse yet... when I went succubus. Still it felt kind of nice to touch my nipples and nowhere near as overpowering as it had been while I was a succubus. They were definitely more sensitive than normal though. I reached down between my legs to feel my new equipment, feeling very self-conscious as I did. In spite of the placement of my hands, I wasn't really masturbating. Instead I was just feeling my new parts and trying to absorb the fact that they were even there. How long would it even take to get used to having them? Then out of curiosity, I reached for my talent and flipped the mental switch. My body once again began to shift and change, becoming taller and sexier. I went from a plain and slightly nerdy looking girl to one who was a total babe, all in about half a minute. My breasts definitely felt larger in my hands, and to my surprise, more sensitive. In almost no time at all, my nipples were hard and poking into the palms of my hands. My new equipment was responding as well, getting warm and wet. "Damn," I muttered, becoming even more self-conscious as well as excited. When I'd started feeling myself up like this, I hadn't intended to play with myself. All I'd wanted to do was get a feel for my changes. However that intention was quickly slipping away, especially as I remembered how good it had felt last night as a succubus. For a brief moment, I considered changing again, turning into a succubus like I had last night. But then I decided against it, since that would just be too much. Still I couldn't help but wondering what would happen if I used my talent while I was in succubus form. Maybe I'd have to try it and see some time... but just not now. I continued playing with myself, loving how good it felt, but also feeling guilty as well. The orgasm, when I finally came, was much better than it normally was when I jacked off as a guy, but afterwards, I couldn't help but feeling even more conflicted. In spite of my current body, I was a guy inside and it just felt wrong to play with my girl parts this way. It felt almost like I was being gay or betraying my male self. It was probably a bit silly, but that was the way I felt. "I don't care what aunt June says," I told myself before finally drifting off to sleep. "There has to be a way to change back." Part 7 I felt self-conscious at being out in public for the first time as a girl and I kept glaring at mom and aunt June, blaming them for dragging me here to the mall. They said it was to get me some clothes to fit my new body, but I secretly suspected a conspiracy to humiliate me. As I walked through the mall, I felt as though everyone was staring at me, and that at any moment someone would point me out as a fraud or a crossdresser. I knew that this was mostly just my imagination and a little paranoia. In reality, they were more likely to call me a tomboy. At the moment, I was in what seemed to be my 'normal' girl form, a female version of my usual self. I was kind of cute, but certainly no bombshell. Of course that could be changed with little more than a thought, but I was already self-conscious enough and didn't want any more attention. "We're going to need a variety of clothes," mom said thoughtfully. "We'll need things to fit you as you are now, since this seems to be your default, but we'll need some things for when you use your talent as well." "And perhaps for his... her Were form," aunt June commented thoughtfully. "Good point," mom agreed. "That one will be a little more difficult to find things to fit for." "Come on," I snapped in annoyance, blushing brightly as mom gestured to a lingerie store. "You guys didn't even try changing me back to normal..." I glared at aunt June and insisted, "There has to be some kind of spell." "Not really," aunt June started, but she hesitated so I knew she was hiding something. "There is a spell," I exclaimed, glaring at her suspiciously. "Why didn't you try it?" Mom looked to aunt June and asked, "Is Aaron right?" "Well," aunt June responded with a shrug. "Yes and no." Mom and I both glared at aunt June so she let out a sigh. "There is a possibility, but I didn't mention it because I'm pretty sure it won't work and I don't work to get your hopes up." "What do you mean?" mom asked with a scowl. "There are spells to change a person's gender," aunt June answered. "I don't have any of them, but I can get my hands on one fairly easily. The problem is, any of the ones I would be able to cast would only be for a temporary gender change... for an hour or so. But I'm afraid even that might not work well for Aaron." "Why not?" I demanded impatiently. "Because your sorcerer's mark is branded to your being the same way your talent is," aunt June explained. "Sorcerer's marks tend to... resist any attempts to remove them. They overwhelm any spells that would change them. Because of that I could use a spell to change you back into a boy... but it might not work at all. It might only work for five minutes before your sorcerer's mark caused the spell to break. And even if it did work, it would only be for an hour or two. I've already contacted a friend to give me a copy of the spell so we could try, but I didn't say anythin