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SPELLING THINGS OUT By GENEVA In 17th Century France, a young woman Jeanette and her business partner Luc use a magic book in a scheme to supply brides for settlers in New France. START It was dusk and I was still working in the warehouse with Luc, checking on some of our older inventory. Our two hired men had gone home for the day and there were only the two of us left. I was beginning to get very hungry and I really wanted to get home so I could make something for my supper. Every so often Luc would stop or pause as if there was something on his mind. He had been in a distracted mood like that since he came back from meeting some other traders and merchants at the nearby tavern over the noon hours. I did not care for the men's rough talk and I had begged off. I'm not sure if the men really would have wanted me there anyway. Luc was my partner in the business. He was a very good-looking young man and I had hoped he would want to make our relationship much more personal but, to be realistic, I knew I was not pretty enough for him and besides, he had his pick of women. I finally sat down to make my point. "Come on, Luc! I'm tired. I want get home if you don't! We've done enough for today." He looked round, almost furtively. "Jeanette, come over here by the table. I wanted the others to leave before I discussed this with you. There's something I want to talk with you about." Luc even went and closed the door. It had been open because it was a warm day. I had a sudden flicker of hope, being alone with this young man, but I dismissed it almost as soon as it came. Slightly intrigued and fairly irritated, I followed him to the table in the corner and sat down with him. It took about ten minutes for him to tell me about his idea. I was skeptical, even after I had stopped being flabbergasted and shocked! I was shaking my head "No! No! No! Magic? Are you out of your mind?" "No, not at all!" "So you intend we should use a so-called magic book? Where did you get this thing anyway?" "Oh, I just acquired it when I was in Marseille last year." I looked at him skeptically. "Just 'acquired' it, did you?" I did not ask more, but he told me anyway. "You remember last year I was off in Marseille? Well, I was in a tavern there and somehow I got talking about my trading business. Someone heard I was from Harfleur and took me aside and offered me some jewelry at a good price. They thought I could sell it here with less chance of it being recognized. That's the stuff we sold in the arcade earlier this year. It was all in a box and when I had a look at it later I found a false bottom in it. Yes, I suspected it had been stolen. I heard that the house of one of the rich Marseille traders, 'Caradoc et Fils', I think they called it, had been ransacked." "Ransacked? Whatever for?" "I heard that The Caradocs were Huguenots and had to flee suddenly. It's rumored that King Louis was going to revoke the Edict of Nantes. Maybe it had come from the Caradoc place. "Well, when I finally figured how to open the compartment, all I found was an old book wrapped in a cloth. The book was nothing to look at, worn, stained in a grubby old leather cover, maybe pigskin. "I was about to throw it away when I began to wonder why an old book like that would be locked away and I took a look at the writing on the pages inside. Most was Spanish, but there were little notations in what I think was Arabic. Then there were other words written in a Latin script, but the words and the sounds made no sense when I tried to read them. "When I got back here I decided to get that old Spaniard, you know Menendez, to translate it. He can only just read but he said it was a book of medical stuff that was supposed to heal injuries and fix illnesses. But then he laughed at me. The only trouble was that the book had incantations and spells, not proper medical treatments. "Yes, I felt stupid with the pitying look he gave me but later I decided to try them out. I mean, why hide them if they did nothing? And I was very skeptical too, no wonder, but there was one that was supposed to heal a cut. I had cut my finger on some broken glass and when I read out the spell words it worked! The cut healed in minutes! So I tried another spell. There was one to fix a birthmark and I tried it on a neighbor's daughter and her mark disappeared in a minute or so. So they all must work!" I stared at him. My skepticism had slipped a bit. "You didn't tell me any of this!" "I didn't tell you before because I knew you wouldn't believe me and I wanted to get all of the spells translated first. Then, at the end of the book were the biggest surprises, four spells that just sounded unbelievable. One of them said that any man reading it out loud or even hearing it would become a woman! I wondered what on earth that could have been used for or even what I could use it for and then an idea came to me this afternoon. "That's how we can get the girls for the king's plan! There are enough young waifs and orphans around and we can capture them and make them into girls. No one will miss them. "Oh yes, another incantation makes a woman into a man. And there are two spells that reverse these effects, but we won't have to use these. "I admit I was still skeptical they would work, but I've worked my way through the book and all of the others, like healing toothache, helping in childbirth, fixing wounds, healing fevers, all worked. The only ones I have not tried are those that make men into women, women into men and those that change them back, but if they are like the others they will work." "All right, you'd better go over this scheme again. I'm skeptical about it too." "Look, it has the potential to make us a lot of money!" he protested. "The last time they used this scheme, 'Filles du Roi, it was successful. Now they want more young women over in New France, just like that time, and King Louis is going to pay for a dowry for them this time too. This means that anyone who can supply young women will be able to skim quite a bit of money off." "Luc, you forget that all the girls will be examined here to see that they are of good character before they get the king's dowry. They will be investigated. That would make it impossible." "Look, there is money to be made. The thought of getting some of it will persuade the people in charge to turn a blind eye. We'll be able to bribe them if necessary, or persuade them to be, let's say, less than vigilant about who we supply, so we can do it." I shook my head. "And what of the supposed young women? They will protest and resist. There will be too many of them for the complaints to be ignored. One young woman who protested she was really a man could be overlooked, She could be dismissed as a madwoman. But for dozens? The authorities and officials would smell a rat." "We can train them, although I don't know how long that would take. Then before we put them on the boat, we can drug them if necessary. I can probably bribe the ship's captain to ignore any protests. Most of the time the girls will be kept in the ships' holds for several weeks in the Atlantic crossing too. That will give them even more time to get more used to their new bodies, and after several weeks in a ship's hold or underdecks in the confined quarters, the damp, the seasickness and the bad food they will be glad to be off a ship. Then they will find themselves in an entirely different society. They will be lost and disoriented but by that time they will be more used to being women. "Besides, they will be snapped up quickly by the settlers, the artisans, merchants, farmers, the trappers and others. They were in the last scheme. Many of these men lead rough lives. They are starved of female company. They won't be sympathetic to protests, even if the women dare to protest against their new husbands. I would imagine in less than a year they will have accepted their new lot." It was far fetched yet eventually I began to see the possibilities and potential of his idea to help us get money. Luc's father had been a merchant here in Normandy and Luc had inherited his trading business when his father was suddenly killed when a bale fell on him in the warehouse. Luc was just twenty. I was eighteen. In fact his father had been my father's partner in the business. My father had died of an infection and my mother long since in childbirth. Our company traded in many things but we had not been doing so well lately. We had a large warehouse, mostly empty and we desperately needed a new way of getting money. "And you heard of this new scheme at the tavern? That's a really authentic source of information, I must say!" "No, it was announced at the market place this morning and someone in the tavern told me about it so I went to the authorities to check. It's true! The king's advisors had thought the last scheme was so successful they proposed a repeat and the king has agreed. I still struggled with the idea. "All right, "I sighed. "Go over this again! Let me see if I can pick any more holes in this scheme. No look, I'm hungry. Lets go to the tavern and you can go over it there while we eat. We can find a quiet corner" Fortunately the tavern wasn't too busy and once I had eaten and had some wine I was in a better mood. "All right, tell me about this hare-brained scheme again!" He looked at me with a hurt expression and sighed, but began again. "All right, it's the colony of New France. It's somewhere over the North Atlantic. " He waved his hand in a generally westerly direction. "The King's officials have decided that it badly needs more young women. The last scheme helped hundreds of young women to go over to New France. Too many of the population were men, and bachelors. Some have taken wives from the allied native tribes." He laughed. "The English call them Indians, but they are nowhere like the real Indians from India. I have met some of these in Mediterranean ports. "One of the men I was drinking with said that King Louis' officials think the colony needs another addition of women to give it stability and yes, help with the population to better withstand pressures from the English colonies. As a solution the officials have hatched up this repeat scheme. Like the old one, it's to send young women to New France to make wives for these men. "They are supposed to come up with women of good character, but that will be subjective, and he has already said that at least some of the women could be recruited from orphanages, again, like they did the last time. Probably too, poorer women will make up a good part of the scheme. It's a chance to get a dowry. The king will supply that." I gave a big sigh. "Yes, provided Louis doesn't get yet another mistress and settle chateaux and lands on her! Still, I have to agree with you. The scheme would attract poorer women." I shook my head. "I can't imagine any well bred, and well-off young woman wanting to go over the Atlantic for a dangerous sea voyage in a smelly crowded ship. I've been told too that New France is full of dark woods, swamps, wild animals, and hostile natives, and with a climate in winter that would freeze you to your bones and bury you in snow. Besides too, there are these English settlements to the south. I would think there could be trouble there to come. Aren't there English colonies away to the North as well?" "That's Hudson's Bay, as the English call it. It's well away and not really a colony, but they do fur trading." I sat back and stared at him, still going over the implications of what he had said. "That's really hard to believe, but maybe, that one you want to use, to change the young men into girls, you should try it first. We don't want to be stuck feeding a whole lot of growing boys." "Yes, we don't even have enough money to feed them while they are being trained. How long do you think it would take to train a girl?" I looked at him in exasperation. "Why would I have any idea? Look, I was born a girl. All my time growing up, before my mother died she gave me all sorts of instruction in sewing, housework, cooking and so on. Yes, and choosing clothes. That was over many years. And after she died I still had to learn many things on my own. I'd like to think that becoming a woman and accepting it would take years. They may be totally resistant! But, if that spell has the effect it should, it may be shorter. So I would say some months at least!" Luc grimaced. "Months? We can't feed a bunch for a week let alone months. We don't have enough money. It looks like we'll need more help if we want to do this." He thought for a minute. " You know, there is Cesar Thibault. He has been involved in some shady dealings. Maybe we could take him as a partner?" I looked at him skeptically. " 'Shady dealings' is a nice euphemism for what Thibault does. Robbery is the least of it. I'm surprised he has not been arrested by now. He bribes the right people. Still, he might be the best person to contact. We'd have to share the profits with him, but he has the right contacts too. We'd better just make sure too that he doesn't try to swindle us." We argued back and forward about it. We needed money to start the scheme. Thibault seemed like the best source, and that meant he would want security or a partnership for his loan. That night at home alone in the large house that had been left to me by my father, I kept thinking about the scheme. It had risks and problems, but it had possibilities too. I decided to wait and see what Thibault had to say. Next day one of Thibault's underlings led us up some wooden stairs to a small room. Thibault sat at a desk. He knew us but still, he stared at me curiously. "So, what brings my two rivals here? Perhaps you want to sell me your business?" As Luc told him the plans he sucked his teeth in disbelief. I noticed a pained expression as he did so. I had expected him to be dismissive of me, as not many women were involved in business, but he listened to what I had to say about it as well. Maybe he wanted to see my reaction to these fantastic plans that were supposed to make men into women. But at last he switched his attention back to Luc. He looked out of his window over the harbor shaking his head. "What you say is fantastic. You say you have a book that has spells, spells that heal injuries, help in all sorts of stuff physicians do? And even more preposterous, can change people's sex. The age of spells and such-like beliefs is over. What you are telling me is a type of magic or witchcraft. This is the seventeenth century, only a few na?ve people believe in these now! I certainly don't! I hope you're not wasting my time. I have a toothache and I'm not in a mood for stupid jokes." "I tell you they work!" said Luc. You can try one out if you want." Thibault snorted. "I will just do that!" He called out the door. "Send Lucien in!" He glared at us. You'd better not be trying to fool me!" he snarled. A minute later I heard heavy steps on the wooden stairs and a large man pushed in the door. "You wanted to see me, patron?" Lucien seemed to fill the room. He was tall, a least a head taller than Luc. He was bulky too, with what looked like a mixture of muscle and fat. A scar ran all down one side of his face from his temple to his mouth. It had healed, but had disfigured him. His upper lip was twisted, giving him a terrifying look and adding to his menace. "Lucien, let me see your hand." Lucien looked surprised, but he held out his right hand to Thibault who unwound a soiled bandage from it. I winced at the sight. Lucien had a bad cut all on one side of the right hand and up his arm almost to the elbow. It was half healed, but it would leave a bad scar. Possibly it would even hinder its use. "Move your fingers, Lucien!" Lucien grunted but although his middle and other fingers flexed, his thumb and forefinger did not move at all. "You see, Lucien helps me keep discipline. But one of my former clients managed to cut him badly with a knife just two weeks ago. It gives him trouble and he cannot properly do his work. All right, if you are so confident, let me see you heal this wound on Lucien's arm." My stomach tied itself in knots. The spell would have to work. If it didn't, both of us might get beatings or worse for wasting Thibault's time. Thibault was in no mood to be patient. He gave another wince and held his hand to his jaw. Luc's hands actually fumbled as he took the book from his pocket and turned the pages, but eventually he found the right spell. He looked at it, then at Thibault, then at Lucien. "Are you ready?" "Sit down, Lucien," he said. "This may sting a bit at first. It's supposed to heal injuries." Lucien looked at Luc suspiciously, but shrugged and sat down. The chair creaked under his weight. Lucien was enormous, and what I could judge, immensely strong. If he was annoyed at us he could tear us limb from limb despite his injury. Luc began to read the spell to heal wounds. Thibault looked at us menacingly. He was holding his jaw, occasionally wincing. My own stomach was still turning somersaults. The attention of all of us was focused on Lucien's hand. Luc finished reading the spell and closed the book. Thibault looked at us through narrowed eyes. Lucien sat impassively, his small eyes half closed. Suddenly they went wide open and he sucked in his breath as if with pain. His face took an expression of distrust and he peered at his wound. "It feels warm, " he grunted. I had noted where the door was and I was ready to try to escape if he started to get awkward. But his face relaxed and, as we watched, the scarred skin on his arm and the torn muscle underneath began to smooth out, the scar shrinking, even with gouges filling in until it was only a small white line. I was astonished. His arm was healed, almost as good as new but for the faint scar. It had only taken ten minutes or so. Lucien flexed his hand and felt at it with the other. He wiggled his fingers, a growing expression of delight on his face as he touched each of his fingers in turn to his thumb to test their flexibility. He flexed his wrist and elbow. He swore mildly. He was impressed. "Let me see, Lucien, " said Thibault. His eyes went wide open. "That's quite a treatment, " he breathed. Then he stared at Lucien's face, his jaw dropping. "Look at that!" He pointed to Lucien's face. I was astonished too. The hideous scar on Lucien's face had almost disappeared. There was still a pale line, but the deep groove of the scar had gone. When Lucien smiled it was almost a pleasant smile. His twisted lip had repaired. It took Thibault a few more seconds to gather himself. " All right, Lucien. You can go, but get a mirror and look at your face!" We watched the giant lumber out of the door. "Now I believe you!" Thibault gave a faint cynical smile. "Perhaps I should be annoyed. Lucien's face won't have the same menace now." I doubted that. If the giant's face did not intimidate anyone, his sheer size and physique would. Thibault gave sudden cry of surprise. "My jaw!" he exclaimed. "It doesn't hurt any more! That must have cured my toothache too!" Luc was feeling bold. "Then try me with another!" he said. "No, you've convinced me that these spells do work. But what I don't know is if the most important one for your scheme will work, the one that will change a male to a female. I don't suppose you've tried that, have you?" Luc shook his head. "We'll have to get a suitable person to try it on and see what happens." "Until you have shown me that that spell works I will not help you. Why don't you try it," he said to Luc. "See if it makes you into a girl." He gave an evil leer. Luc flushed and shook his head vigorously. "Certainly not!" Thibault gave a small chuckle. "No, I suppose not. And Jeanette, what do you get out of this?" he asked, staring at me. "We're all doing it for the money, of course. You'll get a partner, but you'll also need me, a woman, to read the spell. That is, unless you want to do it?" Thibault gave a faint smile. "I am like Luc. I am happy as a man and don't want to risk that. So, it seems as if we have a difficulty. I will not go with any plan like this until you can prove it works." We stared at each other. We had reached an impasse. But then Thibault's lips pursed in thought and his eyes narrowed in amusement. "You know, there is a young man who has shown some ambitions about encroaching on my operations, maybe taking over some of my dealings, Gerard Therrien. He's becoming a nuisance. Do you know him? I was about to have Lucien pay him a visit to persuade him to find some other way of making a living, but maybe if you could administer the spell to Therrien? If he became a woman it would put a stop to his ideas. It could get rid of him. Try it on him and if it works, then I will help you." "But how do we get Gerard to do it?" "I will have Lucien pay him a visit now and invite him to come and see me. Come back in a day." I knew this Gerard Therrien. He was a petty thief who hung around the warehouses and the harbor, making his living by pilfering and other petty crimes and I knew he had even tried to intimidate some of the traders in to giving him money. He had never threatened us but we watched him carefully when he came by. Too many things disappeared when he was around. When we arrived back at Thibault's the next day, Lucien met us and shepherded us upstairs. In a chair sat a young man, bound and gagged. I flinched at his appearance. He was also naked. "Thank you, Lucien. Can you leave us now?" I watched as the giant left the room and I heard the stairs complaining as he made his way down. I was glad he had sent Lucien away, the fewer who saw the workings of this particular spell, the better. "So, my friends, you see what we have here. This is Gerard Therrien. He is going to help us with a little experiment. He did not want to help us willingly so I had Lucien bring him in. I am curious to see how this works. I have had his clothes removed, so we can see the changes to his body better. If there are any changes!" I recognized Gerard. He looked apprehensive, and frightened too. He struggled with his bonds but he was too well tied. He could only give out muffled protests. Thibault pointed to his prisoner. "Then we'd better get on with the trial, shouldn't we? Test out your supposed spell?" Nervously I took my purse and pulled the little bag from it and from that the book. Luc had given it to me the night before so I could spend some time looking at it to get to know the words better. I did not want to make any mistake reading it. I could recognize some of the Spanish words, but the actual words of the spell, although they were in a familiar script, had combinations of vowels and consonants that I had never heard of before. Like the spell Luc had read the day before, some combinations sounded guttural, others flowed smoothly. It really looked quite ordinary, just a scuffed, soiled book with a slightly mildewed leather cover, and some worn pages. I could read the writing in it, but only just. I wondered how a Huguenot family like the Caradocs were had ever acquired the book. Caradoc was a Breton name. How had he ever come to be in Marseille anyway? I opened it to the right page and peered at the writing. I looked round at the others. "Gentlemen, I think you'd all better leave. Perhaps you should make sure that you are out of hearing too, unless you feel that you want to experience a new way of living." I had the satisfaction of seeing them hurry from the room. Gerard, looked at me, his eyes rolling above the gag on his face. He could only make sounds through his nose and muffled cries. I don't know what he expected me to do but there was fear in his rolling eyes. I ignored it. He had been a nuisance. I started to read the spell, slowly, and a bit nervously. I had no idea what it would do to a woman like me. I certainly hoped it did not make me into a man. I was finished reading it in less than two minutes. I had sounded the spell out extremely carefully. I laid the book down and watched Gerard. There was no sign of any change. Apprehensive, I closed the book, wrapped it back in its bag and sat down to watch. I had mixed feelings. I had never seen a naked man before and I felt slightly embarrassed but my curiosity got the better of me. It was about five minutes later, then almost imperceptibly at first, Gerard gave a small shiver. Then another. Otherwise there was no other effect. I wondered what excuse I could make to Thibault. Gerard still had shown no signs other than shivering, with fear, I supposed. Sighing, I called Luc and Thibault in and explained what I had done and that I was still waiting to see what would happen. I dreaded Thibault's reaction if nothing at all happened. At least the book had cured his toothache! "I've given him the spell but I don't think anything is happening yet. I think we should wait a little longer. It will start then," I said hopefully. Then Gerard gave a sudden violent shiver. The chair legs rattled and thumped on the floor as he shook. I leaned over to watch him more closely, then I felt, on my own body, not a shiver, but a sensation as if the hair on the back of my neck was lifting. I felt a small internal wrench at my waist and my nipples became slightly tingly. Little spasms ran over my face and torso. My legs and neck started to ache slightly. Both Luc and Thibault were staring at Gerard. His shivers had become almost continuous. He tensed violently in his bonds so that the ropes were strained. I even saw blood where his naked shoulders had cut on the ropes holding him. "Quick" I said. "Cut him loose! He's not a threat in that state!" I did not want him injured. Gerard slid to the floor gasping, trying to mouth some words, then he was unconscious. As we watched, the shivers became more and more frequent so that his body vibrated. Another set of spasms barely affected his shape, but it was as if he had shrunk a little. With another pulse running through his body there was another little shrinkage while his shoulders visibly began to narrow, the waist even more so, and his hips widened. The body was rearranging before our eyes. The prominent Adams apple at his throat was visibly shrinking leaving a smooth long neck. I had to sit down, more and more aware that there was something wrong with me as well. I felt a series of aches and tingles, nothing too strong, but I was shaking and I had to sit down. The spell was affecting me too, but not as much as Gerard. I felt panicky as I did not know what the effects would be on me. Luc was staring at Gerard, his mouth open, then he pointed at Gerard's groin. His penis was shrinking too, and the sac beneath seemed to be retracting into him. Smaller and smaller they went until his groin was almost flat. Almost automatically I felt at my breasts and my own groin through my skirt. I breathed relief when they did not seem changed. Gerard's upper body was still rearranging and the limbs were becoming slimmer and rounder. My eyes were drawn to his groin again. Now it was beginning to split. It only took a few more minutes and it evolved into a complex series of folds. I was suddenly aware that what was below me was no longer a man. I would have to think of the figure as a woman. Her hands and feet had shrunk too. The feet had shrunk to become small and dainty. The hands were slim, with long fingers. Her upper torso was now much slimmer, her hips wider. "Look at that!" Luc whispered, as the nipples on her chest started to swell, then the surrounding areolas, then the actual chest beneath, pushing out until two half globes of female breasts had formed. My aches seemed to have disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared, and I stood up to have a better look at the woman. She now had a typically female shape with full breasts, a narrow waist and broad hips. Curious, I turned her over. Her hips and rear had the generous curves of women. I suddenly felt pity for the young woman, exposed and naked before the eyes of these men and I threw a blanket over her. Thibault raised his eyebrows. " Feeling sympathy for her, are you? I don't suppose you have noticed, but she still has a man's hair on her face, and there is some on her chest. She looks pretty ugly. What happens there?" "I don't know. But if she is supposed to be a beautiful woman, I would think it will change too." The whole procedure had taken about two hours. We were all shaken, Thibault especially. "I would not have believed it!' He shook his head. "That is fantastic! Now I believe you." He was suddenly more business-like. He pointed to the unconscious figure. "What happens now? Is this ... woman going to stay unconscious?" "I've no idea," said Luc." We've never used this incantation before. We'll just have to wait." I was then aware that Luc was looking at me intently. He was slightly puzzled. "You know, Jeanette. I think that the spell has affected you too. You look different." "In what way?" I asked, but I was already aware that something was different. My bust was tighter in my gown while my skirt was looser at my waist. Previously floor length, it now hung only to my upper ankles. My legs had obviously lengthened. "Look at yourself!" Luc handed me a mirror. I peered at my reflection with a start, surprise changing to wonder and pleasure. Previously, my chin had been too big and sharp pointed and my lips too narrow, my nose hooked and too prominent. Now my features were more even and regular. My sharp, almost triangular face had become heart shaped. My nose and chin were smaller and dainty. My eyes were larger and brighter, my lips were fuller, almost pouting. My neck was long and smooth. I had become a beauty! I felt down at my body. Even in my clothes I felt different, more poised and graceful. I felt a flush of pleasure. It had made Gerard into a beautiful woman, but me too! The delight must have shown on my face. Thibault looked at me appreciatively, giving me a nod of approval. "So it affects women too? Maybe I'll get you to read that to the girls in my brothels. Then they will be more in demand." I looked at him coldly. I did not approve of his other enterprises, and I made a mental note to keep the book well hidden from him. Luc was staring at me too, shaking his head in silent wonder. Thibault's attention turned back to the figure below us. Even after two hours the woman was still deeply unconscious and showed absolutely no sign of waking up. I was worried about her. I did not want her to die. I checked her carefully and she seemed to be breathing easily apart from giving occasional groans. Sometimes her body twitched. I thought back to when one of our dogs had puppies. Healthy young puppies twitched too. I hoped it was the same with her. "She can't stay here," said Thibault. "There's too much going on here. Seeing this strange woman lying unconscious could lead to questions. Besides, if she dies, I don't want to have to get rid of a corpse." I was sure that Thibault had disposed of bodies in the past. I just shook my head. "I've been thinking about that. If the two of you can help me, we can move her to my house, maybe later when it is dark. I've plenty of room and I can tend her until she wakes." "What after that?" asked Thibault. "You know. The spell obviously works. She has a female body. She'll look pretty, assuming she gets rid of all that male hair, but will she now accept that? After all, if she fights her new body, she will be useless. The idea of this scheme is to put a whole bunch of youths under the spell. But if they resist us, what then?" "Yes, we've thought of that. We might get away with drugging them, but I imagine that if the spell makes beautiful young women, then it probably changes their attitudes too. So, I'll start training this one when she wakes up. I suppose it will be practice for us, especially me. "To make our deception more believable, she'll need to be familiar with everything a woman her age would know. So she'll need a lot of instruction. She'll have to get used to her new body first, the idea of having breasts and her changed groin, even knowing she now has a womb, her changed height and strength. After that there will be things like dressing in woman's clothes, caring for herself and learning domestic stuff, all the chores that a woman is expected to do round a house. It'll give us an idea of how long we'll need to spend on those boys we intend to change for our scheme." I shook my head. "Thinking about it all, I hope we don't have to keep her drugged a lot of the time. And if she never accepts her new body and fights us all the way, what then?" Thibault shrugged. "We can always use unidentified women for my brothels. We could send her to one of them. Then it wouldn't matter if she approves or not. The clients are unlikely to pay much heed to her feelings." I had a slightly sick feeling. I knew brothels were a fact of life and that Thibault owned at least part of them, but I did not like sending a young woman there, even given the background of this one. So, later that night we smuggled her to my house. I had brought some of my clothes and dressed her in them. At one point we were challenged by a town night watchman, but Luc just forced a laugh with him. "Too much to drink!" he said. "We're taking her home so she can sleep it off!" We were supporting her as if she was drunk. The guard actually checked the unconscious figure, but she was breathing peacefully. "Yes, she does look the worse for wear. Better tuck her into her bed!" he said jovially. It helped too that I had spilled a little wine on her bodice and shaved off the wispy remains of a the mustache and beard. That night I slept in the same room as the new woman, but there was no change, nor all of the next day and night. I began to get worried and when she appeared to be too hot I removed her clothes to wipe her down. I studied her. She really was a sight! Her face was a woman's, so was her body, but her face still held some male hair and some sparse springy hair on her chest spoiled her female look. Her two breasts looked typically female, each with prominent areolas and nipples but, surrounded by curly male chest hair, they just looked strange. It was only the day after that when she began finally to start moving, beginning with little groans, with occasional mild thrashing of her limbs. I was relieved. If she had died we would have had to get rid of a body although I was sure Thibault would have had a lot of experience in that. Her face was covered with red patches and her lips were cracked and dry. When she muttered something, I raised my eyes. Despite the croak, it was a woman's voice. Gerard's neck had shown the bulge of an Adam's apple. This figure's neck was smooth and long. When her eyes began to flicker and she looked like she was finally beginning to wake up, I held some watered wine to her lips, opened them and gave her a trickle. When I gave her a little more she spluttered and coughed and her eyes flickered open, but shut again in a few seconds. I waited a few minutes and when I gave her more she sipped it more easily, then her hands came up to hold the cup and she gulped it down. She still had that unpleasant smell of fever, and I decided to wash her again. She was still barely conscious, but she did not resist and actually partially helped as I turned her over. I noticed something strange about the cloth I had been using. It was covered with curly hair and as I rubbed gently at her chest and face the remnants of her facial and chest hair stripped off. It was the same with the hair on her limbs. I shook my head in wonder as more hair stripped off at the base of her belly too. She was left with a small oval patch more appropriate for a woman. I was very relieved. Now she would at least look like a normal woman. Her behavior would be a different matter. Her eyes opened again and she grunted. "Where... am I? I....feel....terr...ible." I pulled her up to a sitting position. She was dazed at first then she focused her eyes and looked at me, puzzled. "Jeanette Boudreau? What am I doing here?" She ran her fingers over her brow, then stopped and looked at her fingers. She frowned. " Why am I naked, and what's happened to my hands? And my arms?" No wonder! Her fingers were long and slim. Her arms were smooth and rounded but, before I could think of a reply, I heard a series of gasps, changing to a cry of terror. She had looked down at her chest! "Aahh! What's that?" She scrabbled at her breasts. With a sudden realization she threw off the thin blanket to expose her groin. This time she gave a series of shrieks. "What have you done? I have breasts! My penis is gone!" she screamed. Her voice quickly tailed off as she recognized that its pitch was a woman's. "My voice too! What's happened?" "We have changed you to a woman. Better accept it!" "A woman? What? No! No!" I endured ten minutes of panicked screaming while she thrashed and twisted on the bed. I had to hold her down. "Why? What have I done to deserve this?" She was crying. "Nothing, except you were a nuisance to us and we wanted to try something!" She flew at me, her hands raised, but she was too weak and I easily held her. I slapped her face until she subsided in my arms, crying and whimpering. I had wondered about what her reaction would be to the new body we had given her, and I was prepared for her protests. Wrestling with her I snapped a collar on her neck, attached by a chain to the bed. It would give her room to move, but I could easily get out of her reach. She tugged at it frantically and began screaming again, but I just waited until her protests had subsided to whimpers. "How could you do this!" she sniffled. "Listen, we needed to make you into a woman. You are in fact a beautiful young woman. That was the first part. Now we have to train you to act like a woman. I will instruct and help you." "This is impossible," she shook her head. "You can't do that! Train me? I don't want to be a woman! I'm a man!" "Is it? You only have to look down to your body!" She did so, hesitatingly, not wanting to see the reality of her situation. "No! Please change me back. Can you do this?" "Yes, this is a trial. If you behave we will change you back." I was lying. I would certainly not allow her to change back, but her behavior might be better if I gave her some hope. "When?" "As soon as we are finished," I snapped. " And the first thing is that I can't keep calling you Gerard now. So I am going to give you a woman's name. Something simple. I thought of Marie." "I can't use that. I am Gerard." "You will use it or you will be punished. First, you should relieve yourself. Here!" I pushed a chamber pot to her. You will need that, and you will have to sit on it." I still saw the confusion and resistance in her eyes but my suggestion had made her aware of how much she needed. Screwing up her eyes in despair she sat down awkwardly on the pot. That was the first of many female actions that would be expected resulting from her new anatomy. I had washed her earlier but she still smelled sweaty. Besides, the sooner she got used to washing her new female body the better. I got her a basin of warm water, soap and a cloth. "Marie, you are smelly. You have perspired a lot in your change, so you should wash over all of your body. First, you should wash your hair. It was dirty before and now it is almost rancid. Do you want me to help you?" "No! Keep away from me!" "As you wish," I said and turned away but after an hour she called to me, "Yes, please help me wash my hair." I was ready for her when she tried to grab hold of me. I easily evaded her and I picked up a long stick. I gave her five strokes on her buttocks and thighs. She howled in pain and I gave her three more. "Will you be good?" She looked at me, her bottom lip trembling. She rubbed at the red weals where I had hit her, tears oozing down her cheeks from her almost closed eyes. She sniffed. "Yes, I will be good. Don't hit me again." I looked at her sternly "Good! You can ask my forgiveness and for me to help you again." Her spirit was broken, for the moment. "I'm sorry! Forgive me! Please help me." Her voice was broken. She held her head docilely over the basin and let me wash her hair. It had been long and straggly for a man so it might be only another few months before it was close to most other women's. As it dried I combed it, trimming straggly pieces and cutting out matted parts. Eventually I passed the comb and brush to her. "Now you do it!" She did so, still sniffling occasionally and looking at me fearfully. "Now you are to wash all of your body!" I gave her fresh water. "You do that! Your breasts and between your legs. All over!" I watched her carefully as she soaped her breasts and washed between her legs. I was forcing her to be aware of the great changes in her body. I threw her a cloth and she dried herself. I saw her flinch when she had to do her breasts. "Yes, you have breasts. Feel them!" Hesitatingly, and shuddering she squeezed her breasts, tears flowing from her eyes. "Now pinch the nipples!" Her eyes widened in surprise, followed by another round of tears. "I've given you soap and water. What do you say?" She looked puzzled then, "Thank you, Jeanette," she muttered. "You have washed. You will do this everyday. You will keep yourself neat and clean all the time. I will expect that. You will be punished if you don't." The next stage was to get her used to women's clothing but dressing would be awkward with the chain on her neck. I decided to keep her naked for at least another day so that she could see the reality of her new body with every waking moment. "Are you hungry? I imagine you're thirsty too?" I gave her some bread and some watered wine. She picked at the bread at first but soon hungrily tore at it. I gave her some fruit afterwards. That afternoon I had a visit from Luc. When I let him in he stared at me wonderingly. "Jeanette, you are so changed too! " "Yes, and I'm happy about it, but I imagine you want to see what has come of Gerard. Oh yes. I'm calling her Marie. She's through here in the bedroom, but you can only watch from the door here as she's still naked. She's sleeping, so be quiet." He was amazed when he saw Marie. "So the spell really works. That means we can think about others. But we need to get an idea of how quickly she will take to train. The faster the better! When are you going to give her woman's clothing? "I'll give her another day." I was glad when Luc said he had to go back to the warehouse. The way he looked at me was making me slightly embarrassed. The next day I gave Marie some drugged wine and switched her collar for a chain on her ankle. When she woke up she was pleased to have the collar off her neck but not to find it on her ankle. " Marie, you've had a day to get use to the immediate effects of the spell we gave you. You should have lost any aches from the spell by now. We're in a hurry, so it's time to start you with a woman's life and the first part is woman's clothing." I had been looking through my older clothes and I passed the stuff to her, underwear, a linen shift and a gown. She looked at it with incredulity and, as I expected, she protested. " I can't wear that! It's women's clothing!" "And you are now a woman. Or haven't you noticed?" "No, I will not! You cannot force me!" "All right. No more food or water until you do it." So there was going to be some resistance! She screamed and wept but there was nothing she could do with the chain on her neck. In fact it took two days to break her until she was ready to put the clothing on. She scowled at me as I passed her the garments one by one and helped her into them before I gave her any food or water. Then it was a combination of punishment and rewards for two weeks, but gradually her resistance was beaten down. I made notes on Marie's progress. If we were going to do this for others, we would need a record of what to expect and ideas on how to overcome resistance. I sighed each time I added something to the list. This was going to take more and more effort on our parts. Her first female bleeding spell was a real challenge. I thought her crying and hysterics would drive me mad but, if anything, it convinced her more and more that she was drastically changed not only externally, but internally as well. Earlier I had been able to remove her chain and give her more freedom. I had her practice walking but it was about a month from waking up before she started to carry herself naturally without any obvious rigidity. When her period was over I gave her some more clothes, a slightly more elaborate dress, some stockings and shoes. I decided I would show Thibault how much she had progressed. "Sit down! I commanded. "Let me do your hair." Her hair was coming along nicely. I combed it and pinned it in a fashionable style and tied a red ribbon in it. I gave her a little touch of perfume too. "What's all this for?" she asked. "I am going to show you off. We are meeting with Monsieur Thibault. He wants to see how you are coming along." Lucien shepherded us into Thibault's office. There seemed to be something about Lucien that had changed. He was still tall and muscled, but he seemed slimmer somehow. I had Marie show herself off to Thibault, walking, pirouetting, and sitting. She was red with embarrassment, but showed herself off well and did as she was told. She was uncomfortable with the attention, but that did not concern me. Luc arrived too and complimented Marie. I almost felt ready to blush myself as he was looking at me appreciatively. "You did very well! " I told her later. "You are coming along well! You make a very pretty young woman." I kissed her. Perhaps she thought about crying, and a tear edged out of her eye but she said nothing. "So are you happy with her?" Thibault asked me a day or so later. "Yes, to a certain extent, but it's as if she is acting. She does not behave as a woman naturally. If she had the chance I've no doubt that she would change back. We really need to get to where she actually likes being a woman and she would not want to change back." "I suppose this stage would be enough for our plans for the boys, but how long do you think for Marie to accept the change completely? This is costing us money." I did not like his tone. Money, money, money! I thought, but I was in it for the money myself. "I have no idea how long," I snapped. "Look, I'm tired of this. I've been her jailer and trainer for almost six weeks now. I want to get out and about." "Then why don't you take her out with you?" "I am afraid she would run away!" "To where? She would be a lone female, without any friends, and vulnerable." "You have a point." "Look, I'll send Lucien out with you. He's grateful to you, you know. He can hardly stop talking about what you did for him. Oh yes, he keeps talking about how pretty Marie is too." "Well, just make sure he doesn't blab about the spell book. And especially what we are using it for." With some trepidation Marie and I, with Lucien for company, began to take trips out into the streets and markets to do shopping. I also had her help at the warehouse some days. At the markets our appearance got more attention than I had bargained for. Marie was a beautiful woman, but so was I now and I was aware of men giving attention to us both. Some just stared at us, others looked at us a bit more discreetly. Even women looked at us, with a trace of envy, I hoped. At first Marie had not wanted to go out. "People will see me!" she protested. I noticed that she soon got over her embarrassment and enjoyed the fresh air and the stimulation of the stalls and boutiques of the market square. We were looking over some fish when we ran into Madame Soisson, an elderly neighbor I had not seen for a bit. "Jeanette?" she cried. " I haven't seen you for weeks. Have you been ill?" She looked at me closer, her eyes wide, frowning, studying me. "My dear, you look different. You look so pretty. Tell me," she whispered in my ear, "is there a young man in your life?" "Oh, I'm just taking more care of myself. Uh, have you met my friend Marie? Marie is staying with me for a bit." "My goodness! What a pretty girl you are too! Marie, I have not seen you before. Have you just come here?" I saw Marie beginning to get panicky. I cursed inwardly. I should have had a story ready to explain her. "Marie is a friend visiting from Paris, " I said. So Marie dutifully curtseyed to the older woman, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. She was becoming more and more pleased with people's attention. About that time, she was two months into her change and I was finally seeing the first real progress. She had learned to dress herself and care for her appearance, although at first under a bad grace. Some days later I caught her checking herself in the mirror, adjusting her dress and her hair. When she turned round and saw me watching her she cried out. "What are you looking at?" But she was blushing too. "I am looking at a very pretty girl, as Madame Soisson said. Here, let me see you. Let me help you." She gave a token wriggle of protest but let me adjust her hair and tuck in a stray curl. I had an idea. "Here, this will help!" This time I gave her a blue ribbon to tie in her blonde hair. She still pretended to be annoyed but I saw that secretly she was pleased. Later I saw her check her appearance when she thought I was not looking. She had become much more careful about her own grooming too. I had been giving her training in cooking and looking after the house. She did not like the housework, but she actually took to cooking quickly and it was a real breakthrough when I started to teach her how to sew. She began to show interest in the colours and styles and obviously enjoyed it. I knew we had turned a corner. When I told Luc and Thibault about her progress they gave half -hearted sighs of relief. "This is taking a long time!" Thibault complained. I became furious. "Look, I am tired of complaints. I have spent a lot of time with Marie. This whole affair could not be done without my help. It is a great change for Gerard to become Marie. Do you think that if any of you were suddenly changed into women you'd be faster or more willing? And, if you don't like the way I am doing it, feel free to get someone else to train her." I spat out the words. " And that reminds me! I suppose you will be thinking of the next step. You'll be wanting me to go through all of this again. I seem to be doing most of the work! It's about time I had some appreciation!" Thibault held up his hands. "All right, all right, Jeanette, I'm sorry, but yes, I have been thinking of the next stage. There's an orphanage for boys in the next town. There are about a half dozen or so boys who are about fifteen. Any older than that and they are sent out to work. I have spoken to the people in charge. I do not think they will be averse to getting rid of them. For a suitable consideration, of course! There are also a lot of waifs around. There must be more than a dozen or so of them too. They are a nuisance in the streets and markets with their begging and pilfering. I don't think the citizens or merchants would object if they suddenly disappeared off the streets. I will get my men to round them up." I rolled my eyes. "About two dozen in total, you say! So, with that number, I will definitely need more help. Oh yes, you have checked that the king's scheme to see if still running and that they will definitely take more girls?" Luc nodded. "Yes, I spoke to two officials just last week and said I knew of some girls, although it could be some months before I had them assembled. The officials weren't upset by that at all. They were very insistent, even eager, for me to contact them when I had the girls ready. So maybe we can begin?" "You know," said Thibault, "if Marie, as you call her, is coming along well, perhaps she could help you with the new ones. It would be one less person to pay." "Yes, and one less to know about the secret book. Maybe training others will help her. I'll suggest it to her and see what she says." "Where will you keep them? asked Thibault. "Probably best at my house again. It will be a little crowded, but I have enough room. However, I'll need help. I'll let you know when." I caught Marie actually preening in front of the mirror when I arrived home. "When you've done admiring yourself can I see you for a minute?" I asked. " Look Marie, I told you that when I changed you it was a test. Now we are ready for the main part." "Main part?" She looked at me suspiciously while I explained the scheme to her. She was not astonished at the existence and effects of the spell. After all, she had undergone it herself. "So you actually want me to help you with some boys. Then we are to train over two dozen changelings as girls? And what do I get out of it?" "I told you before that I would change you back into a man. We may reward you too." She thought for a minute. "All right, I will help you." Luc and Thibault got on to it right away. With Lucien along for security, they went to the orphanage the very next day. As it was some hours walk away they hired a cart to transport the boys. I had some second thoughts when I saw them return. The cart looked as if it was absolutely filled with boys, but they assured me that there were only a half dozen of them. The boys were ordered down from the carts, made to line up and I studied them, Marie beside me. They stood uncertainly in front of me as I sized them up. I sighed as I looked at them. I could not see how these could ever become beautiful young women. They were on the verge of adulthood. Quite a few sported the beginnings of facial hair and at least three of them had the spotty faces of young men. Still, if the spell had worked with other men, I supposed it would work with them. I wondered what the resulting young women would look like. I gave them a short welcoming talk and told them that I would be in charge of them until they were ready to go out into the world, and that we would give them training and make them ready. Mademoiselle Marie was my helper and Monsieur Lucien was there to help them too. We had arranged enough cots for them and each was assigned one. We made a pretense of checking their clothing and other possessions, saying that we needed to get them more, just to lull them. After several days they would have no further use for man's clothing. As soon as they were settled in I directed them to the central room to get something to eat. I thought I had laid in enough food, but there was hardly a drop left after they were finished. I sighed. This could be more expensive than I had thought, and I hoped that when they were girls they would eat less. The boys had all looked thin and had absolutely filled themselves with food. Now there were smiles on many of their faces and their pinched looks were not so noticeable. "When are you going to use the spell?" asked Thibault. "Just as soon as they are cleared up, the sooner the better. I will have the boys help wash the plates and pans. When we are tidied up I will read the spell to them and immediately afterwards we can herd them all to their cots. They will go unconscious with the spell and we don't want to have to carry them there. "Attention!" I said. "I have a special announcement I want you to hear." They obediently became quiet. I raised my eyebrows to Luc, Thibault and Lucien, motioning with my eyes that they should get out and they made a hasty retreat. "I have an old motto, "I said. "It is a foreign language but it is a kind of prayer for success." I took out the book and began to read the spell. Marie stood with me, a faint ironic smile on her face as she looked at the orphans. The boys all looked back at us, some expectantly, others fairly bored. At least they were quiet. They would have been used to strict discipline in the orphanage. When I was finished reading the spell I snapped the book shut and gave them a smile, although my stomach was fluttering. "All right, now off to bed with you all. Remember your prayers." I watched as they bedded down for the night, but they were barely in bed before I saw the tell-tale signs of the spell taking effect. Some were shivering almost continuously, others only sporadically. Some tried to cry out and I held the hands of one of them. "I feel ill," he cried out. But in a minute he, then the others, slumped to the floor unconscious. Marie helped me lay him in his cot. Still amazed at its power, I watched as the spell began to do its work on them all. Marie's hand was at her mouth, watching the slow changes. "Where did that book come from?" "Luc says he acquired it in Marseille. I think it was stolen from a merchant there. But where it came from before, I don't know. I don't recognize the language the spells are written in. It has strange sounds like I never heard before. Slightly eerie! There are words in Spanish and some Arabic writing too. The little book must have quite a history." "So this is what you did to me?" "Yes, you can watch if you want. You remember much of what happened to you?" "Not really! And I am not sure if I want to watch these," but she stayed beside me. "So they will all become girls?" "Yes, they will wake up in a day or so. So, be prepared for screams when they find they are changed. Now, you can help me remove their clothes. When you have done that, fix a short chain to their ankles to hold them. I imagine they will scream and complain as much as you did. " "Yes, I did complain, didn't I!" Her voice sounded wry. Something about her comment and the way she was acting struck me as odd. "Marie, how do you feel about your change now?" "You know, at first I would have killed you if I could. I thought what you did to me at that time was terrible. This body was so alien I hated it. It was the feeling of helplessness too. There was nowhere for me to go. Even if I escaped I was stuck in a woman's body. Now, what's this? Some months later? I am more used to it and I think I am beginning to like it. I like having this pretty body and I when I see men looking at me it gives me a thrill." I smiled to myself. That was a powerful spell, and still having its effect. I appreciated too having men look at me. Luc especially. He was a very handsome man with his blue eyes and curly blond hair. I knew he had had his share of female friends, but previously he had never shown any attention to me. Now I knew I was prettier than any of them. I checked the orphans over the first few hours. Some were fairly quiet. Others had little bouts of twisting and spasms, but all remained completely unconscious. Their bodies were changing visibly with series of ripples from head to toe over the first hours. While they were still unconscious I took the opportunity to go to Thibault again for money for more clothing. Fortunately it was now summer and we would be able to keep the new girls in light shifts. I asked about some more boys. "You were going to have your men pick up some waifs. Now is the time. I have given the spell to the others." "All right, I will get that done immediately." He was as good as his word and that very night I had another eighteen boys of about the same age delivered to me, all bound hand and foot and gagged. He had collected them from the harbor area and all around the port. Without losing any time, I read the spell to them. Like the rest they soon fell unconscious and Luc, Marie and I put them in the same room as the others. All of the boys survived the change and it was about a day and a half before we saw the signs that some of them were regaining consciousness. The first one to waken was dazed, and it did not take long for her to discover that she was in a different body. She began whimpering, frantically scrabbling at her body, her gasps changing to moans, then screams as the new reality burst on her. Her screams woke up others, with much the same effect, so that in less than an hour it was screaming bedlam. I was glad I had chained them to their beds but just in case I sent Marie to Thibault to fetch Lucien to help me. It took hours for the screams and cries to fade to where I could speak to the girls. When I called for their attention some started more shouting and screaming at me. The sight of the rod and whip in Lucien's hands brought them to a sullen order. I said who I was and that they were to be absolutely obedient to me and anyone else I set to supervising them. I announced that all had been changed because there was a great adventure ahead of them as young women. When one of them asked why we had changed them I simply said it was necessary but when pressed I made no mention of New France. Enough shocks at one time! Some remained sullenly quiet over the next days, others protested and some were so obstinate that, as with Marie, I had to resort to starving them to get compliance. After three days I called them all together. I had unfastened the chains to the beds but they now linked the girls' ankles together. I held up my hand to quieten them and looked over them, impressed by their looks. Before me were two dozen or so very pretty girls. All were different, in height, hair colour and complexions, but all were very beautiful. I was very firm with them. I intended to tell them what was expected of them and let them know I would not stand for any resistance. Later, I could be more relaxed. "Attention! I remind you, the first thing to remember is that you will obey all of our orders promptly and without protest! You will be respectful to us, and then to anyone we pass you to. If you are not, you will be disciplined. "As you see, you have all now become attractive girls. You are lucky. You have beautiful faces and bodies. We have been incredibly generous to you doing this and we will be very annoyed if you resist us. We will show you how to take care of your bodies and learn how to improve your looks." There were several gasps and piercing cries but I went on. "Remember, you will not do anything to destroy your beauty. While here you will be taught to keep yourself properly clean and dress yourselves and show the proper behaviors expected in front me, Miss Marie and others." "I am not a girl!" I heard one cry and there were other cries of protest but when Lucien threatened them with the whip they subsided. We herded them back to their beds, some openly weeping. It lasted for several days and at the end of a week I was exhausted, but most of the girls gave me little further trouble. They were resentful, but under control. Later I had each come before Marie and me. We had them remove all of their clothes so that we could better examine them. Some did so modestly. Others objected. We were looking for blemishes and problems. As I expected, apart from some birthmarks and freckles there were no problems. All had even, nicely shaped features and bodies. Just as had happened to Marie, the next shock to the girls came about some weeks after their change. Two of them had begun to bleed as women do. I heard their screams of fright as yet another effect of the spell made itself felt on them. It took a lot of time and effort with them to reassure and comfort them. The next day more of the girls were bleeding, and the day after that even more. Some were hunched over in their cots, crying panicky tears. Most knew what caused the bleeding, but that did not make it easier. Two girls took almost a month before it was their turn but finally all were affected. Each day, from almost immediately after they woke up, Marie or I instructed them on how they should care for their hair and laid out some combs and brushes for all of them. Those who were most cooperative were rewarded with some ornaments for their hair. That actually