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A Cinderella Spell - Chapter 2, Life's a Witch
I was really worried now. How had I gone from about to put on a t-shirt
and jeans, to wearing a full skirted dress, without even realising it?
I must be losing my mind. And why is Monique all girly all of a sudden. I
know she was wearing a ball gown last night but that was just to piss off
the snobby crowd at school.
I followed Monique into her front room where her Grandma was sat waiting.
"Well Dean," she started. "Don't you make a pretty girl," she joked. If
she was making light of the situation, she must be confident that she can
change me back.
"I thought I'd try a new look," I joked back.
"I always wanted Monique to dress a bit more feminine, but something
tells me that this new look of hers isn't exactly of her own free will,"
she added. "Anyway, let's have a good look at you. See what has gone on.
I checked this Cinderella spell of Monique's and it shouldn't have
affected anybody but her, even if you were in close proximity to her."
She put her hands on my shoulders and stared intently at me.
"Interesting," she said after what seemed like an eternity. "This, I was
not expecting."
"What is it Grandma?," Monique asked.
"It turns out that Dean here, or should I say Elizabeth, is a witch," she
exclaimed.
"What?" Monique and I exclaimed at the same time.
"It is definitely an odd situation," she started to explain. "But what I
suspect has happened is this; magic is sentient. That's how it knows if a
spell is being malicious or not." Monique nodded understandingly. "Being
sentient, it has a survival instinct. Magic can only exist provided that
there are witches to wield it. When Monique performed such a feminine
spell in close proximity to you Dean, it recognised a witch lineage in
your blood and manipulated itself in such a way that it would transform
you into a girl, which would also make you a witch. The more witches
there are, the greater the chance that magic can survive through the
ages."
"But why haven't I changed back and why is Monique still all girly?" I
asked.
"Because if you change back to being a male, you are no longer a witch.
I'm truly sorry Dean, but you are stuck like this. Magic will not allow
you to change back no matter what spell is used." She turned to Monique.
"As for you, young lady, I warned you that there would be consequences if
you showed a regular human what you could do. I think that you've been
let off lightly with this compulsion to be feminine."
"I know Grandma, I told you I couldn't keep this secret from Dean, he
knows everything about me," Monique said before turning to me. "I'm so
sorry Dean, I knew there would some kind of consequence for me, I didn't
think in a million years that anything would happen to you."
"Well what's done is done," her Grandma announced. "Unfortunately, you
are both stuck as girly girls and there's nothing you can do about it. At
least you're both young enough to adjust to your new roles in life."
"On the plus side, we're both witches," said Monique, trying to find the
positive. "We can learn all of this stuff together!"
I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I was stuck as a girl. An
extremely feminine girl who would be compelled to wear nothing but the
girliest of clothing and look pretty all of the time. And the only people
who would ever know I was Dean are the three of us in this room. On top
of that, I was now a witch. I had no idea what that even involved. And
all because Monique couldn't keep a fucking secret. I got up and ran out
the house in tears, I needed to be on my own.
It had been sunny when I arrived at Monique's earlier. Now it was pouring
down. This was the least of my worries. I slowly trudged home. I was like
a drowned rat when I got there.
My Mam was horrified when she saw me.
"Honey, what's wrong? You must be freezing. You've been crying. What's
happened?" she said without stopping for breath.
What's wrong indeed? Well Mam, I was a boy but now I'm a girl. But you
only remember that I was a girl because magic has decided that will be
the case. Oh and on top of that I'm a witch. Surprise!!! Yeah, that's a
sure fire way to get sent to the nut house.
"I had a fight with Monique." The waterworks started again as Mam pulled
me into a cuddle.
"Oh honey, I'm sure you'll sort things out with her. You've been friends
with her for too long, she's like a second sister to you," she said
soothingly. "Anyway, go upstairs, have a bath and get yourself cleaned
up, you're soaking wet and you look a mess. You'll feel better for it.
Your sister's coming to visit and your dad has gone to play golf so the
three of us can have a girly afternoon."
A girly afternoon. Great, that's just what I needed. I stomped upstairs
into my bedroom to pick out some dry clothes to wear. I found the jeans
and t-shirt I was going to wear earlier. I was determined that I was not
going to give in to this compulsion. I may be a girl but I am to going to
be the girl that I want to be. Before I went to the bathroom I took in
the sights of my new bedroom. I hadn't paid too much attention to it
before, it was supposed to be just a temporary thing, but now it was my
bedroom for the foreseeable future.
There was the pink and white walls and double bed, the sliding door
wardrobe with the huge, pink ball gown I had worn to prom last night, the
vanity table, the fluffy white carpet and the dozens of stuffed toys
scattered all over. On my shelves were framed photos of Monique and I,
taken from over the years. The earliest from when we were about 8,
dressed like Disney princesses. I was Belle, she was Aerial. We did look
cute.
But there on the top shelf, something that struck fear into my heart.
Trophies. Not just any trophies. Trophies for dancing. And not just any
dancing...
Ballroom dancing.
I looked at the engravings. 1st place Waltz. 1st place Viennese Waltz.
2nd place Quickstep. They went on and on. All of them for Elizabeth
Bennet and Steven Gibson.
I was supposed to dance with a boy? I'd seen Strictly Come Dancing. I had
seen some of the outfits that the girls are supposed to wear. That was
going to be me? And who is this Steven? There was nobody at my school by
that name. And if any of the boys from my school had been found out to be
doing ballroom dancing, they'd have got the shit kicked out of them.
"Just put it out of your mind for now Beth," I told myself. "Just take
this girl thing one step at a time," (no pun intended).
I had my bath (my goodness, that was relaxing) and went back to my
bedroom to dry and straighten my hair (again) and got dressed in the
jeans and t-shirt.
It was horrible.
You know when you're feeling tense and anxious but you have no idea why?
You can't get comfortable, you can't sit still, you can't relax but you
just don't know what to do to make it stop? Imagine that, times a
thousand. The only thing is, I knew exactly what I had to do to make it
stop.
I walked downstairs into the front room wearing a flowery maxi dress and
a pair of flat sandals. My sister Claire had already arrived; she came
over and gave me a hug.
"Hey Betty," she teased. Instinct told me that I hated the name Betty
even more than Liz.
"Hey ugly," I teased back. "How's married life?"
"Same as it was, except I have the mister wrapped around my finger even
more so than I did before," she laughed. "Anyway, Mam said you were upset
earlier, you wanna talk about it?"
"No, I'm good thanks, but thank you for the offer," I replied. I was
genuinely feeling better. I also seemed to have a much better
relationship with Claire as Beth than what I'd ever had as Dean.
"Well me and Mam think you need the Bennet girls cure for the dumps," she
said sounding far too excited. I was feeling a little bit excited as well
despite the fact that I knew what was coming and I should be dreading it.
Grease on DVD.
I actually had fun; we watched the full DVD, ate chocolate and sang along
to the songs. I found myself imagining what it would be like to wear some
of those 50's fashions. Then I remembered, I have racks of clothes
upstairs that resembled a lot of these 50's fashions.
Claire was just leaving when there was a knock at the door. It was
Monique.
"Hey, can we talk?" she asked meekly.
"Come on in," I said. I was still mad about the whole situation but we
did have a lot to talk about. "We'll go up to my room."
As soon as I closed my bedroom door she burst into tears.
"I'm so sorry Dean, if I thought for a moment that anything would happen
to you I would never have shown you what I was," she blubbed away, "but
you're such a special friend, I can't keep any secrets from you and it
was killing me that I was hiding something."
She was so genuinely sorry. I couldn't stay mad at her. I walked over and
gave her a cuddle while she cried her eyes out. It was weird. I used to
be at 8 inches taller than her but now I was a couple of inches shorter.
While she was crying all I could hear was her blubbing and seemingly
every dog in the neighbourhood howling away.
Once she calmed down, so did the dogs.
"That was weird," I exclaimed.
"Oh yeah," Monique said wiping her tears away. "It's a witch thing".
I looked at her questioningly. She continued "Witches are more in tune
with the natural world than regular people, when we lose control of our
emotions we can have an effect on nature. As you just witnessed, when I
lose it, any dogs in the area get distressed as well. I'm guessing that
you have an effect on the weather."
"The weather?" I queried.
"So you didn't notice that as soon as you lost it this morning, it
suddenly started pouring down when there had been no clouds around
earlier?" she asked. "You my dear, are a regular little Charlie Brown
with your storm cloud following you whenever you get upset."
"So I can control the weather?" I asked.
"Not consciously," she replied. "You might learn a spell that can allow
you to do that, but for now it's just a weather reflecting your mood kind
of thing".
"So when can I learn spells?"
"Not until your grimoire finds you."
"My grimoire?"
"Yeah, you saw mine last night, that tatty leather book? Yours is out
there somewhere, to ordinary people it just resembles a nondescript book,
but as a witch, it will call out to you when you're somewhere near to it.
I found mine in a WHSmiths. You just have to be patient. When you have
it, that's when you'll be able to write spells."
Conversation left witchcraft and moved on to our new situations.
"This girliness sucks," Monique exclaimed. "I can't bring myself to even
wear a pair of trousers."
"You think you've got it bad? Have a look at my top shelf," I said
indicating my trophy collection.
"BALLROOM DANCING?" Monique squealed. "Hahahahahahaha. This I have to
see. I can just imagine you being twirled around in your floaty little
dresses."
I threw a pillow at her. "Shut up. I'm going to quit doing it anyway."
"I don't blame you," she said.
The sun was starting to go down outside. In an hour or so it would be
dark.
"I'm going to have to get going," Monique said. "It's kind of a witch
rule."
"What is?" I asked.
"Well basically it's like this. There's a legend amongst the witches
about an entity that's been around since the dark ages and the time of
Merlin. It's weak against humans; it can't even bear to be seen by them.
But, it has the power to control and influence magical folk. It only
comes out at night. My Grandma knows the full story, it's basically a
witch's myth but as a rule, no witch wanders out at night without a human
close by."
"That's some scary stuff," I said.
"I wouldn't worry about it, with the rules that magic governs itself
with, this being would need some kind of anomaly to be able to do
anything drastic. You know with the whole 'witches can't perform
malicious spells or else it'll kick your arse' thing," She explained.
"But I was a boy, who is now a witch," I said. "Aren't I an anomaly?"
"So you are." She looked at me with a wicked grin. "Don't go out Beth,
it's going to get you. Ooooooooooohhhhh!" she teased. "As I said, it's a
myth, I wouldn't worry about it, it's probably a load of bullshit."
Monique left and I spent the rest of the day playing on my playstation.
Even with longer fingernails, I still had the skills. Oh yes.
I eventually turned it off and got ready for bed.
It's here, the key. Our key.
But it's not ready yet.
We need to be patient.
We've been patient for centuries.
It won't be long now.
But how will we get it. It's been warned.
It's been warned of a fairytale. Nothing more.
But if it never exposes itself...
It will. It will make a mistake and when it does, we will rule as a God
with nothing to stop us.
Such a pretty thing. Our pretty little key. I do wonder what form this
one will take.
Patience. We will soon find out.
End of Chapter 2.
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