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Hello Fictionmania reader. Before you start reading I, Cassy Bee, have a few words for you. Don't worry. I'll try to keep myself short. "The Lokian Way" was my first ever serial. Originally published on The Big Closet in 22 parts. For Fictionmania I merged some parts to have better accessible chunks for readers to read. However, this can sometimes lead to strange pauses in the story. I also will give a small warning: my English is pretty good, but it is not my mother language. Expect wonky grammar and spelling mistakes. Hopefully not too many. While "The Lokian Way" is finished I still hope to read your comments and speculations. This story is one of mysteries unfolding. I am curious how much you can guess ahead. That being said there is only one more thing to add. Please have fun reading. Cassy Bee * * * * * The Lokian Way * * * * * * * * * * Tuesday * * * * * For Mark this Tuesday started like every other. A shower, breakfast, and checking if he got all his schoolwork in his backpack. Satisfied he left the house. No one to say goodbye. His parents already at work. As usual, he walked to school as it was only a few blocks away. He wouldn't have minded it much if it wasn't for the small self-help center on his way. It was for magicians. Not the normal kind that practiced healing or mastered the elements. No, this one was for trickster mages. Their goal was to prank other people around them. Coming close to the center he switched the side of the road just to put a few more feet between him and them. He also walked at a brisk pace. Not always, but often he saw a girl lean against the wall of the center. Today he saw her again. She might have been Mark's age if it wasn't for the fact that he had seen her for years there. Never aging a day. On top of it, she wore old-timey clothes. Like someone from the last century. Rumor was that she was a ghost. Mark didn't think so, but then again having her following him with her eyes always made the hairs on his neck stand up. As always he arrived early at the school. Sitting down on a bench he waited for his best friend Brian to arrive. Of course, that would take a few minutes so he pulled out one of his study books to cram for a test. "Nerd!" Mitch Jenkins shouted shortly before he slapped the book out of Mark's hands. Laughing with his buddies as he walked on. Sighing Mark picked it up and mentally shook his head. Why did bullies like Mitch exist? "Have you signed the petition for..." Looking up after grabbing his book, Mark saw Victoria Evens, class president, trying to engage students who sidestepped her to get into the school. She was kinda pretty Mark reasoned. She would have been popular too he thought if she wouldn't dress down so much or be such a goody two shoes. She was worse than him in that regard and that said a lot. "Oh please don't ask her out," Brain said as he arrived and saw Mark's gaze in her direction. "She would undo all the hard work I have done to make you less boring." Mark blushed slightly. Yeah, he too was a bit boring. Raised by good if strict parents. Before he had become friends with Brian he had been the definition of a wallflower. Not anymore. Now he was a hand-span away from the wall. Just enough to get noticed by bullies. "Just formulating a battleplan to get past her," Mark lied. Another thing Mark had never done before he had known Brian. Now sometimes small white lies slipped past his lips. "So, my padawan, the training is finally paying off. Maybe soon you can pull your worth in Stormwatch," Brian teased as he mentioned the hero shooter he had tried Mark to get interested in. "Maybe. For now, let's head in. Classes are starting soon." "Nerd," Brain said while grinning. Contrary to when Mitch said it Mark didn't mind it a bit when Brian teased him. After all, he was also a nerd. Just of a different kind. * * * * * * * * * * Again Mark was walking at a brisk pace. He didn't want to be late. His parents were strict and no-nonsense. Of course, they had raised him accordingly. He was the poster boy. Good grades. Good character. Someone to depend on. And behind his back, he knew someone might add boring. He was on his way home. He usually walked leisurely, but thanks to Brian he got held up. Now he tried to make up time. Right by a small stretch, he had to pause to catch his breath. Looking to the right, there was the self-help center teaching the lokian way for people bound to trickster magic. He knew that, of the main magic types, trickster magic was the only one that bound against the will of someone and was permanent. In a way becoming a trickster mage was a prank by magic itself. Bounded magicians usually had the compulsion to use their magic for chaos. But thanks to Loki, a magician a few centuries ago, they found a way to lessen the magic's influence. Lokian mages bound most of their magic into containment vessels and only keeping very little. That little was often used for pranks. They had to play tricks on others or the compulsions might become too strong. Mark knew this. After all, he had seen the educational videos his school had to show. He knew it wasn't their fault, but staying too long near lokian mages was begging to be pranked. So every time he was close he hurried to be out of reach again. Normally that worked fine. However, not today. He was halfway through the "danger zone" when he had needed to catch his breath. A bad place to rest, but the burning in his lungs took priority. After all, it was mostly paranoia. Surely nothing would happen. Just like the last few years when never ever anything had happened. Despite his fears, he never had been pranked by those trickster mages before. When he suddenly wobbled and saw stars he knew he had been wrong. This time something was happening. However, he didn't find out what as everything faded to black as he fainted. * * * * * * * * * * Moments before, a technician was frantically speaking to someone on the phone. The center of "the lokian way" had two containment vessels, but one had broken down last week. Though luck they managed to shift the stored wicked magic into the second tank. Now that tank was under pressure. The technician knew that if that tank would burst, there would be a lot of new people bound to trickster magic. The very thought lured a small grin on his face. "No mister Mayor. There is no time. If I don't vent some of the stored magic right now it will explode. By venting there could be one or two new trickster mages being created. If it explodes ... dozens. At least." The technician grinned now fully as he got the permission from the mayor. He didn't care if it was one or a dozen who became trickster mages. As long as he was one of them. He had gone to great lengths to sabotage the containment vessel. With his alterations carefully hidden no one would cry foul play. The technician smirked. In a way it was poetic. His biggest prank done before he became a trickster mage. Still grinning like a madman he pushed the button for the emergency venting protocol. * * * * * * * * * * Mark woke up groggy. Though the fog over his still sleepy mind he slowly recalled the events. "What did those blasted mages ..." He stopped. His voice sounded strange. Way too high. *I hope that can be reversed,* he thought. Struggling he sat up. The first thing he noticed was white walls and medical equipment. He woke up in a hospital. Just then a nurse came in. "Good. You are awake. Uhm. Wait a moment. I'll get your parents and the mayor." With that, she vanished. *Mayor? Wasn't she supposed to get a doctor? Mayor ... I don't like the sound of that,* Mark thought. Soon his parents came in. "Hey, sweety. Don't worry. Everything will be alright," his mother spoke in an overly soothing tone. He definitely felt uneasy and his body felt strange too. He moved to peek under his bed cover but was quickly stopped by his mother. "Let's wait for the mayor sweety." *Something is definitely wrong,* he concluded in his mind. A moment later a thick man entered wearing a brown suit and black shoes, as well as some beige boxer shorts. *Boxer shorts? Why do I know he wears boxer shorts and what kind. Weird.* The man took a chair and started. "Mark right? I am Mayor Fillmore. I suppose you are wondering why you are here. To cut to the chase there was an accident at "the lokian way" self-help center for trickster mages. One of the containment vessels was about to blow and I made an emergency decision to release some of the stored magic. Unfortunately, you were close by. It appears that you bounded and absorbed most of it. I am sorry to say but you are a trickster mage now. It might also come to you as a shock, but ..." The mayor's voice trailed off for a second. He cleared his throat and continued. "You see while binding itself the trickster magic often plays a prank on the new mage too. In your case, it changed you to a girl." Mark wasn't surprised. Deep down he kinda had expected that. The voice and the strange feelings coming from his body were good hints before. The mayor droned on about that Mark was now legally disabled and he was insured for many of his small pranks if they caused damage. Mark only listened halfheartedly. He was a girl now. How will it be? Intellectually he knew he should be scared. But all his mind could think of was that he certainly could pull off a few pranks with a woman's body. *Oh my poor friends,* he thought. Then he had suppressed a grin. Next was a name. He was a girl now. *So I should think of myself as a girl. Hmm, what name should I use? What is close to mark? Marcy? Hmm no. Maybe Mercy. Yeah I like that one.* Mercy listened on. Hoping she could start her new life soon. * * * * * * * * * * She was soon released and arrived with her parents at home. Her suggestion that she should be called "Mercy" now, surprised her parents but was quickly accepted. Both of her parents liked order and a girl with boy's name was an invitation for chaos after all. "Are you sure you are okay Mark? No. I mean Mercy," his mother asked when they arrived at home. "Yeah. I mean I am not dead. Just gender bend. It will take some time to get used to it, but I'll be fine," Mercy replied. But quietly in the back of her head, a small voice whispered that this was strange. That she was too calm. Too eager to get on with her life. *Maybe it is a shock,* Mercy reasoned. *Once it wears off maybe then I'll flip out.* "Well, it is late," her mother continued. "We will call your school tomorrow and tell them you won't attend. You will need new clothes and the self-help center called. It is best if they teach you to control your new you. So we will be going there tomorrow too." Mercy was confused for a moment till she remembered that she was not just a girl now, but also a trickster mage. She felt strangely excited about that. "Don't worry," her mother said as she misread Mercy staying silent. "You won't miss too much of school. Your father and I talked. We see no reason why you shouldn't be back in school by Thursday." *Great,* Mercy thought. *I don't get more time than one day to getting used to being a girl.* Both her parents wanted a return to normal. Even if it was a new normal. Mercy excused herself and headed to the bathroom. There she stared at the mirror. *Oh this will surely turn some heads,* she thought. She was pretty but not overly sexy. Her face had an undercurrent that told of innocence. *Good for shifting blame,* she thought. Her frame was slender and a bit on the athletic side. Overall she guessed about 5 feet 6 inches, b-cup, blue innocent eyes and strawberry blond hair. Satisfied that her body wasn't a bad one she wanted to head out but stopped. The towel rack caught her eyes. Usually, there was dark blue for her father, dark red for her mother and a light blue for him. Mark. Not today. *When did my mother find time to find some pink towel for me?* Mercy wondered. Suddenly she was annoyed. Her mother needed to be punished. Not much, but a little. When she left the bathroom the places of her parent's towels were switched. It took some time but eventually, her mother used the bathroom. Afterwards, Mercy sneaked in. As expected the towels were at the right places again. Not for long though. This little game continued for a while till her mother came down to the living room where Mercy was watching TV while eating a late dinner. The look on her face told everything. "Sorry. I just couldn't help myself," Mercy offered. Her mother sighed. "Well, they warned me about that. Apparently, you won't have much control over that till the Lokian Mages teach you some controlling techniques. Well better two small pranks than a big one right?" "Two?" Mercy asked innocently. Her mother gave her a mock annoyed look and returned all the couch pillows to their rightful place. Of course, this only fanned Mercy's urge to top her last prank. Right up to the point of going to bed. She was oddly unsatisfied despite keeping mother on the toes all evening. Just before she drifted off to sleep a thought drifted through her mind. Shouldn't she have concentrated on something else besides playing pranks? Yet the answer eluded her as sleep caught up to her. * * * * * * * * * * Wednesday * * * * * * * * * * The next morning Mercy was proud of herself. She thought she was doing rather well being a girl. Sure some things were confusing or annoying but she managed. No freakouts yet. Of course, she hadn't been a girl for even one full day. It worried her how she might react to some real challenges. Would she panic then? She also tried to control her trickster compulsions. It mostly worked. But somehow some toothpaste found itself under some doorknobs. She only regretted those pranks in one regard. They were pretty juvenile. She hoped she will get some better ideas. A life as a goody two shoes hadn't prepared her for a life as a trickster mage in the slightest. Finally ready to go, mother and daughter headed to the mall. Mercy thought she would have trouble finding clothes and trying them on. After all 'he' had always hated shopping. 'She' however quickly found it entertaining once she thought of a small game. She wouldn't call her mother prude but it was a close call. Picking the most deviant and sexy Dessous quickly satisfied her inner trickster. Of course, karma quickly came down on her. Her mother came to the conclusion that a screwed interest in clothes was better than none at all. So she ended up with quite a few risky underwear sets. Thankfully Mercy let her mother talk her into buying a few plain bras too. After that, she decided that she should choose her pranks more carefully. Of course, if she argued before for risky underwear she could hardly refuse to wear dresses or skirts later. The irony wasn't lost on her as she wondered who she pranked more. Her mother or herself. Then again she didn't mind those girly clothes as much as she thought she would. That was strange in itself she reasoned. When they left the mall to go to the meeting at the self-help center Mercy wore one of her new outfits. White blouse with a darker matching skirt and trainers. Somehow one too many buttons on her blouse would come off and show her lacy bra. Thankfully her mother pointed it out time and time again. Never seeing Mercy's grin. They arrived where it all started. The self-help center. They were greeted by two men. Her mother got her own counseling. The remaining guy introduced himself. "Hi. The name is Allan. But most call me Al. Welcome to the trickster mages club. Well and sorry too. Well, let's get some basics down. Okay?" Al led Mercy to a small office and waited till they both were seated. "Okay, you probably noticed since yesterday that you like to do pranks now. Or to play tricks on people." Mercy nodded. "I did. It's kinda strange. I never was into hijinx of any kind but now it's like my mind always comes up with new ways I could prank someone. My mother said I could learn to control it." Al made a sour face. "Learning to control it is kinda a white lie. We trickster mages have to prank. To play tricks. Cause mischief. We can't help it. What we can and will do is to teach you is to favor smaller pranks and to hide them better. You see trickster magic wants to be used. The longer you deny it the stronger the urge gets. Playing small pranks helps to avoid a big prank. Big as in something that might ruin your life. There is also the fact that your instinct to prank can be misleading. If a prank doesn't involve trickster magic it won't satisfy your urge or need for long. If at all. To learn and direct those urges is what we call the lokian way." Disappointed Mercy nodded. The very magic that had turned her life upside down was now part of her life forever. More so she had to use it. "Furthermore I have to warn you. The more magic you have the more it wants out. And I am sad to say you got quite a lot in the accident. That will also play a big role in your natural spells. You see new trickster mages get a spell that they are instinctively familiar with. They can cast those easily as if it is second nature. Later they can learn a few minor common spells and if they study hard to some degree the natural spells of other mages. But let's not get ahead of ourselves." "I thought someone could learn all spells equally and for all magic aspects, given time and dedication," a confused Mercy threw in. "Normally yes, but trickster magic is different. For one it appears to have a will of its own. And making its mages jump through hoops is apparently one of its ways to show its hilarious humor." "Like getting their mages get used to a new gender," Mercy threw in. "Well." Al frowned a bit. "In recorded history, you seemed to be the first in that regard." *Great,* Mercy thought. *I could have done without that 'honor' of being first.* Al reached into his desk and pulled out a small audio recorder. Switching it on he addressed Mercy. "Now do me a favor. Ask me what my natural spell does." Giving a slight shrug Mercy complied. "What does your natural spell do? Al?" Instead of answering Al pressed the rewind button on the recorder and then pressed play. "What does your big butt do, Al?" was clearly heard. Chuckling Al answered, "Why of course it can fart among other things. But I asked you to ask me about my spell." Mercy looked confused. "I did. I mean I said natural spell ..." She stopped after seeing Al's big grin. "Yes, you did. I can exchange words in the mind of others. They think one thing but they say another and they won't even notice. Don't worry I only hit you with a small one. 10 mins tops. Now that you know mine how about we find out what yours is. Does anything comes to mind?" Mercy thought for a moment. So far she only had played small pranks that everyone could do. Mage or not. They hadn't really felt satisfying. Thinking back she remembered some weirdness. Quickly testing out her guess proved it right. "I think I always know what people are wearing. Like all of it. Even things I don't see. You do know the colors of your socks don't match right?" Al chuckled again. "Okay. Good start. And yes they don't match. Sue me. But what you describe might only be a minor natural spell. With your amount of magic, it wouldn't surprise me if you had one or two mayor spells and 2 or 3 small ones. Well, let's test more. So my socks don't match. Do you know the colors? Can you actually see them?" Mercy did concentrate again. After a few moments, she saw them as if they were floating in front of her. Al didn't seem to see them so she knew it was only in her mind. "Well yeah, I can see them. The left one is a bit lighter gray and the other is a bluish gray. With a hole in the heel." Al grinned. "Got me there. Ok good. Now ..." He stood up and took a book from a nearby shelf. "... most often, if a mage has multiple natural spells, they usually are linked in some way. That suggests yours might be linked to the theme: 'clothes'." He turned some pages. "Ah here. Okay, let's try this. Concentrate on the thought that I am to undress my t-shirt." Mercy did as told but for some moments nothing happened. Finally, Al cleared his throat. "Not that one huh? Let's try the next one. Okay, that one is weird. Try pushing the thought into my mind that the t- shirt is made of living snakes." Closing her eyes she tried again. Again nothing happened. However, she quickly lost focus. Instead, she visualized how his t-shirt would look like if it was made of snakeskin. "Well that is progress but I said living snakes," Al commented dryly. She opened her eyes and looked at Al. He was now wearing the same t- shirt she imagined. "You can stop now concentrating." "I already did that, Al." His glance wandered between his shirt and her. Taking out his mobile phone he quickly snapped a picture and looked at it. "Interesting. It was supposed to trick the mind into seeing fake living snakes. Instead this. I can feel the snakeskin texture and it shows up in a picture. That rules out illusion and mind alteration. You can see it too right?" As Mercy nodded Al started to page through his book again. Eventually, he shrugged. "Congratulations. You appear to be the third mage in the entire history with the natural spell to change someone's clothes. It does say that it might be unnoticeable to the victim. Would explain the slight mental push I got. Here is a hint. We trickster mages have a slight resistance to each other's spells. Hmm now, would you mind changing my T-shirt back?" Mercy concentrated again and complied. Well at least halfway. "Really? A pink hello unicorn shirt?" Al asked accusingly. With an apologizing grin, she undid her work. Just then a sudden knock broke the silence. "Looks like it's all the time we have today. I want to see you again tomorrow after school. Got it? Good. Till then try to experiment a bit. But don't go overboard with it. Remember a few small pranks are better than a big one. That is the number one rule for every trickster mage following the Lokian Way." Joining the others they said their goodbye. Just as they were heading out of the door Al waved her over again. "Tell your mother I am sorry and ... Uhm she should avoid the word 'bra' for a few hours." * * * * * * * * * * Her mother decided to eat out instead of returning home right away. While sitting in the car Mercy did some experimenting. First, she changed her white blouse to a light lavender one. "Mom. Do you notice anything different about me?" Looking over her mother spotted the change right away. "When did you change your blouse?" *So Al said victims shouldn't notice the change. But the people around do. Good to know,* she thought to herself. She quickly explained about her natural spell. After a short drive, they arrived at the Italian restaurant they both liked. After being seated Mercy had to ask. "Mom. Al said I should experiment a bit. Mind if I try to change something about you and you try to guess what?" She agreed. Now Mercy had to find something to change. Her mother's clothes were as always pretty conservative and plain. Charcoal gray cardigan over a white blouse and a black pencil skirt. A very plain set of bra and panties beneath. And below her usual flats. Mercy got an idea. Her mother hated heels. She loathed them like they are all made in hell. Mercy quickly visualized the flats and then added a small heel of maybe one and a half inch. Even without looking she knew that her mother's shoes had changed for real. "Ok done. Try to guess." Her mother examined herself but said at the same time, "I hope you didn't change my shoes. You know they are my favorite. They are the only pair where I don't mind the heel." Mercy had to hide a grin. After a short while, her mother gave up. "I made your skirt 2 inches longer. You really can't tell?" Mercy lied. "No. Was it really shorter? Honey, can you change clothes were the targeted person notices the change?" "Maybe. Gotta try. Do you mind an even longer skirt?" Her mother didn't mind and Mercy tried again. This time she focused on the skirt and tried to push the idea that her mother would notice the change. "It works sweetheart. Trickster mage or not this might be useful." Mercy sighed in relieve. "No more bra shopping in the open." Her mother quirked an eyebrow. "I thought you liked shopping for funbags keepers. You didn't mind this morning." Mercy stifled an amused snort. She had all but forgotten about Al's warning. "Mom I think you shouldn't say the word 'bra' for a while. I forgot to tell you but Al, the teacher from the center, put a spell on you. He says 'sorry' he couldn't help it." Her mother looked bemused. "What happens when I say funbags keeper?" Again Mercy had to stifle a snicker. "Instead of 'bra', you say 'funbags keeper'." That put a blush on her mother's face. The rest of their dinner was more uneventful. Though Mercy couldn't help herself to color her mother's blouse the color of light rose. So her ensemble had at least a little splash of color to it. * * * * * * * * * * The evening was kinda tense. Her parents expected pranks like yesterday. But Mercy had more fun testing out her new spell. The advantage was that her parents wouldn't notice the change unless she wanted it or they noticed it by mistake on each other. And that was something Mercy avoided as it would spoil her fun. By nighttime Mercy was wiped. A lot of things had happened today and she learned a lot. But thinking about the day she noticed something peculiar. She still hadn't a freakout about her new gender. That was equally curious and strange. Maybe playing around with her new spell distracted her? Somehow she doubted that was the reason. In the darkness, she fished for her smartphone. She opened a new file she named "Mercy's list of strange things to figure out." Right at the top, the first point was "- not freaking out about new gender" followed by "body feels strangely familiar" and "no trouble with balance despite new center of gravity". The next big point was "-Magic." There she wrote "one big and one small natural spell", "might have other spells" and "need to learn about limitations". Satisfied she put her phone away. Then she thought about the next day. How would it be to return to school as a girl? Would she be treated differently? While musing what might be different she drifted off to sleep. * * * * * * * * * * Mercy's list of strange things to figure out: - not freaking out about new gender (body feels strangely familiar; no trouble with balance despite new center of gravity) - Magic (one big and one small natural spell; might have other spells; need to learn about limitations) * * * * * * * * * * Thursday * * * * * * * * * * The next morning was the first time Mercy was truly close to panic. Suddenly well aware that she changed in the span of a few days her gender. Tuesday was the accident and today, Thursday, she was already expected to attend school. Her parents were kinda strict that way. No begging helped. A little earlier than usual she and her mother drove to the school. Mercy was in a bad mood. Using her new learned spell to change her mother's plain bra to a rather frilly and lacy one didn't help much. Shuffling into the principal's offices was kind of humiliating. She was told again that she now counted as "magically handicapped" person and that the school would understand her need for tricks and pranks as long as they were small. Of course, exemptions are cheating in tests. Finally, it was done. Mercy headed to her locker. Her mother to her workplace. And the principal wondered why he had thought today was a good day to wear his daughter's hello unicorn socks to work. * * * * * * * * * * She could already see Brian waiting at her locker. Her best friend of the past few years. Stepping closer she suddenly had an idea. One whispered to her by the trickster magic running through her veins. Instead of heading to her locker she closed in on Brian and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, boyfriend." Then she opened her locker as nothing was unusual. It didn't take Brain long to gather his thoughts. "Got me there for a moment. Not bad Mark." Mercy gave him a puzzled look. "What are you talking about? Who is Mark?" Brian looked perplexed and Mercy did go for the finishing move. "Nevermind. How about we skip physics later? Mister Hesbrow is a snooze anyway. Wanna go make out in the park?" For a moment Mercy thought she had gone too far. Wide-eyed and mouth agape Brian looked as if he just had a stroke. "Now I got you. Got ya good. It's now Mercy by the way." Now Brian needed some time to collect himself. Meanwhile, Mercy worried if she had gone too far. Had one prank might cost her a long friendship. "You okay? Sorry if I overdid it a bit." "Ahh, yeah. I am ok. So trickster mage huh?" Brian asked, snapping out of his stupor. "They told us yesterday but I guess I didn't believe it till now. So, well, how is it? I mean you are also a girl. How does it feel to..." He stopped and shrugged. "Hmm yeah, the girl thing. I am kinda okay with it till now. Though this morning I nearly had a panic attack. Surviving school is hard enough. Changing genders won't help it I guess. But yeah. Doing fine so far. Though I must admit I find it strange myself that I don't freak out more about it. Well. Ask me after school again and I might feel differently. I wholly expect trouble today. And not from the pranks I plan." "Already planning pranks. The trickster magic hit you pretty good I guess. Reminds me of something. I got you a present. I thought it might cheer you up." Taking out the gift out of his bag Mercy hesitated for a moment to accept it. What might a boy gift a newly made girl? Worried she tore the wrapping paper up only to burst out into a loud laugh. "A whoopie cushion? Oh, Brian, you know my 'new-me' good, even though you hadn't met me yet. Thanks. This might become handy today." The first bell rang and they made their way to their first class. "Say. As your best friend, I get a free pass right? No pranks?" Mercy laughed. "Sorry, not a chance in hell." * * * * * * * * * * There were a lot of stares at first. Till Brian mused aloud that people who bother her were the most likely to be pranked first. Everything settled then down quickly. Math was okay but kinda boring. Mark never had trouble with it and neither had Mercy now. Halfway through the class, she noticed that the boy in front of her was wearing mismatching socks too. *First Al and now that boy. Can't they keep track of some socks?* Quickly she changed both socks to be a matching pair. Both were bright pink now. *Might help to keep them together.* However, it wasn't long that Mercy grew bored again and her trickster magic begged to be let out. Sticking to the socks theme she created a few mismatching pairs and soon nearly everyone had changed socks. Mercy grinned. A few students noticed her grin and looked worried around for what prank she might have done. Seeing them fail to spot it made her only grin more. * * * * * * * * * * By lunch, Mercy was convinced that changing socks would be her signature prank. Easily done, hard to spot, overall pretty harmless and done en masse it satisfied her need to prank. Still, she vowed to keep her new habit to herself for now. Creating mismatched pairs might upset her parents. Taking a seat beside her Brian finally had to ask her. "So I did read trickster mages have a unique spell? What's yours?" Before she got to respond a loud shouting announced their worst bane of high school life: Mitchell Jenkins. Also, known as Mitch. Loudmouth and bully. "What do we have here? Heard you had an accident? And you are a girl now. Fitting. Always thought you were a faggot. Do tell. Everything natural down there?" Mercy did what she always did when she was still Mark. She ignored the bully. However, Brian stood up in unusual cavalier's manner, only to be pushed down again. "Oh don't get your panties in a bunch," Mitch snarled. Both were interrupted by Mercy's laughter. "What irony..." she only managed to say before she giggled without control. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Mitch demanded to know. Finally, she calmed down. She then starred him into the eyes. "I know." "You know what you freak?" "Mitch. I know that little secret you hide today." Her eyes went for a split second to Mitch's pants. Realization spread across his face. He quickly darted out. Mercy only chuckled as everyone around was flabbergasted. "What did you do? What do you know?" Brian asked bemusedly. Mercy only winked and gave a curt "Trade secret." She wondered how Mitch might explain to himself that he suddenly was wearing silky and lacy ruby red panties. "Looks like he already got his panties in a bunch," Mercy murmured with glee. It took a while for the room to calm down. For Mercy it was good. All the commotion was more than she wanted. She was fine with finishing her lunch. Though fate had other plans. "Trouble incoming," Brian warned her and pointed. Victoria Evens was walking directly towards them. She wasn't a bad person. Victoria was just so prim and proper that even Mercy's parents were relaxed and easy going compared to her. She was also class president and a one-woman charity army. Everything she did was so good it hurt. If Mercy had to name one bad thing about her she would be hard-pressed to come up with something. Maybe her slightly too much wiggling of her butt for her slender frame. It was distracted. At least to her. Arriving Victoria quickly spoke up. "Mercy right? Don't worry. You aren't in trouble. Yet. Hope it stays that way. I was wondering how are you doing? Must be a lot to get used to suddenly change genders." That was not what Mercy expected. "I am fine," she stammered. Victoria pulled out a business card out of her pocket and handed it to Mercy. "Good. Anyway, I thought you could use someone to talk to. A female someone. If you need to talk or have questions don't hesitate to call me. Okay? We don't want any accident or misunderstanding to occur. So don't be shy. Oh, gotta go. Meeting. Bye for now." And as quickly as she came she was going again. While her offer was nice something in Mercy quirked her to prank miss prim and proper. She quickly did an inventory of what Victoria was wearing. Boring blouse, a plain skirt, simple bra and panties and a ... Mercy coughed as she inhaled some of her juice by accident. *She wears a buttplug? Really? Her? No there must be a mistake.* As her coughing settled down Brian asked: "Everything okay?" Mercy nodded. She was intrigued. She just had to find out for sure, but she couldn't see Victoria anymore. Clearing away her tray she idly thought *That, at least, would explain the slight wiggle of her hips.* She also wondered what accidents Victoria might refer to. Thinking of one she had to hide a grin. A skill she really was training recently. Mercy excused herself to Brian, stating she had to use a restroom. Walking leisurely she entered one. "Ups," she stated before a few guys manage to react. "Sorry. Wrong one. Honest mistake. Not used to taking the girls restroom yet." She walked out and to the girl's restroom. Even with her recent training, she couldn't hide a grin now. * * * * * * * * * * If there was one class more boring than math it had to be physics. It wasn't the subject that bored Mercy. It was the teacher, Mister Hesbrow. He had the amazing talent to let chalk appear moist if compared to his dry teaching. Somehow he called Mercy up front more than usual. More than Mark was called up that is. It was the fourth time that Mercy was called up and had to write her solution on the board when Mister Hesbrow stood up angrily and corrected her. She was halfway to her seat when a monster of a fart was heard. "Who was that?!" Mercy put in her most innocent face and turned around. Mister Hesbrow was holding her whoopie cushion up. "Sorry, Mister Hesbrow. Trickster mage and so on. The urge got too bad. I had to do it or I would have to do something worse soon." He fumed but knew his hands were bound in the matter. Mercy quickly snatched the whoopie cushion and returned to her seat. Not long after, while Mister Hesbrow was writing on the chalkboard, Brian gave Mercy a high five. She noticed a few other grinning faces too. * * * * * * * * * * While exiting the class they overheard a few guys nearby talking loudly. "I swear it is true. Arnold told me he walked into the restroom and saw that Mitch Jenkens wore panties. And not the cheap kind. And then he said something like 'My own underwear was dirty so I thought no one would notice'. What a lame ass lie." Mercy and Brian joined into the guy's laughter. Then Brian looked her in shock. "No way you ..." Mercy quickly shushed him. She did hold up her pinky and after a moment Brian hooked his into hers. Pinky swear done. Her spell remained secret for now. * * * * * * * * * * Mercy was eager to get to her art class. She liked art but that wasn't why she was so giddy. It was one of the classes she shared with Victoria. She certainly hadn't forgotten her discovery from the lunch break. As everyone was busy, penciling some flowers in a vase, she peeked over to Victoria. A quick check later and she was sure. Victoria packed her trunk. She tried to visualize and was surprised. The butt plug was bigger than she expected. She didn't know much about them but that did not look like something for people just starting out. It was big and black. Bulbous in shape. Mercy guessed it was about 5.5 inches long and had a diameter of maybe 3.5 inches at its widest. *How does she get that thing even in? It looks impossible.* Puzzled more than ever she continued drawing her art assignment, sneaking now and then a glance over to Victoria. *Is someone making her wear one? Is she in trouble?* But she soon dismissed the notion. If Victoria's wiggle of her hips was because of her backdoor intruder then she clearly wore one for months. Looking at the clock Mercy noticed she was running out of time. The class would end soon and she had to do something. She knew she just couldn't walk over and say "Hi. Why the buttplug?" That would give away part of her abilities and Mercy wasn't prepared to do that yet. Frustrated she settled for something else. Imagining the buttplug again she added a few neon pink lines that spiraled down from the tip to the bottom. At least she made a mark. Not that Victoria would notice. * * * * * * * * * * With classes over for the day she headed home. Well not directly. Instead of rushing past the self-help center, as she usually did, she entered it. There she quickly found Al. After the greeting was done Mercy just had to remark. "Funbags keeper? Real classy dude. Real classy. Oh, wait. I mean lame." At least he had the decency to blush a little. Soon they were talking about what pranks she did on her fellow students. "Be careful of what you did to Mitchel Jenkins. Stuff like that can create waves that come back to haunt you." However, Al approved of her sock changing trick. Afterwards, he led her to a room in the basement of the center. Being under lock and key Mercy wondered if she was entering Fort Knox. "This is the containment room," he helpfully provided She saw 2 big barrel like devices with a lot of monitors attached to them. One was however charred black. "Is this the one that caused my accident?" Al shook his head. "No, but it was a precursor. This one caught a fire last week. We managed to transfer all magic to the other vessel. It fit barely. Now, something caused a spike in trickster magic last Tuesday and the vessel overloaded. It would have exploded if nothing had been done. The only viable option was to vent some magic to ease the pressure. Hence your current demise. Normally these are emptied once a week but the trucks, of the company that handles the transports, broke down. All three of them. Talk about a string of unlucky events. Well on the plus side the mayor not only agreed to replace the broken container, he even funded a new one. Once they arrive we will train you to store some of your magic in there." Mercy nodded. "Will the magic be gone forever?" "Sadly no. We trickster mages are like self-recharging batteries. It takes a while but everything comes back. You see trickster magic is all around us. Just in low quantity. Enough to fill us slowly back up." "Then why store it? Doesn't it invite accidents like mine?" "It's just easier to control the urges when you are at twenty percent than at one hundred. And normally the containers are a lot safer. Your accident was the first in decades. There is also another reason why we store trickster magic. It is to avoid maxing out. Now, this is important. If your magic maxes out your mind takes a backseat and the trickster magic pretty much takes control. Very bad for relationships. If you feel the urge to prank, then prank. But there is something worse. It depends from person to person. Usually at ten to fifteen percent. Do not ever go below it. Your magic will go into recharge overdrive. Sucking up every trace of trickster magic around takes only a few moments and will get you to one hundred percent or beyond. So do not ever do it." After Mercy swore she never would, they did go upstairs again. "So any progress on finding out more about your natural spell? Or any other spell revealed?" Mercy shook her head at the latter question. "I did found out though that I can change my own clothes and that I can suppress the mind- altering part." Soon it was time to go. Arriving at the front door Al checked his socks. "Just to be sure." Mercy chuckled and gave her goodbyes. * * * * * * * * * * Later the day Mercy reviewed her day. She made progress she decided. A better understanding of her spell. Brian was still her friend. Scaring Mitch off could have gone better. She had never paid much attention to Victoria, but now she was intrigued. Who knows what dirty secrets other people were hiding. In the end, she was thinking about if and how she could influence people with small and subtle but constant changes. She grabbed her smartphone to add those things she found out to her file of mysteries. Not long after she drifted off to sleep. * * * * * * * * * * Mercy's list of strange things to figure out: - not freaking out about new gender (body feels strangely familiar; no trouble with balance despite new center of gravity) - Magic (one big and one small natural spell; might have other spells; need to learn about limitations; don't go over 100% or below 15% or bad things happen) - Spell 1 lets me change clothes (targets don't notice change unless I want them to; others might notice change; Mom, Dad, Al and Brian know my spell) - Victoria is wearing a Buttplug!!! (is she forced?; That thing is huge!) * * * * * * * * * * Friday * * * * * * * * * * The annoying beeping of her clock woke her. Fumbling around she silenced it. She groaned after managing to look at the clock. The alarm was still set to the earlier time from yesterday. She did get out of bed anyway. Both her parents were off to work, leaving her alone. Mercy soon stumbled into the first obstacle. Her hair was a mess. Yesterday her mother helped her to tame the long hair that reaches just beyond her shoulder. Today she was at a loss. Spotting the business card of Victoria she admitted defeat and texted her. Thankfully she was awake and willing to help. Teaching her the best ways to untangle hair one text at a time. Before long she was ready to go. To her humiliation, it was with a little more help from Victoria. Arriving at school Mercy spotted Victoria. She headed over to thank her, but despite being grateful she had ulterior motives. While talking she was checked out what Victoria was wearing and sure enough, there was another buttplug. Big and black. But her neon pink strips were missing. *Can I change stuff only for a limited time?* Then she noticed the slightly different shape. *She owns more than one?* What might she find on Monday? She quickly marked this plug by putting on the same spiral pattern except for in neon green and hurried to her first class. * * * * * * * * * * School was better this time. It was nearly normal. Changing socks helped to keep her compulsions at bay. Though now and then some panties or shorts changed slightly. She tried her best to keep her changing of cloth spell secret. After all, if they knew they might be on the look for it. That surely would spoil the fun. So far only her parents, Al and Brian knew. She hoped that might stay that way for a while. Lunch she saw Mitch again, but as soon as he saw her he darted away. That was something Mercy could get used to. Lunch itself was spent brainstorming with Brian. Hunched over and whispering they looked like they were up to no good. But then again they kinda were. Trading ideas what Mercy could do to satisfy her trickster urge. Most landed in her "not yet because of too flashy" mental folder. The rest of the school day did go by without trouble. Mercy was at a loss if she felt relieved or bothered by it. It was only the second day she attended school as both, girl and trickster mage, and it was already an old hat. Rumor of a girl outed as a lesbian made the rounds and that was apparently more important. Something Mercy couldn't understand. Live and let live was one of her mottos. But it also prompted her to think about herself. Was she too now a lesbian? Was she still into girls? She knew she still looked at them, but she was also aware that she more and more did so to compare herself to others. After heading home, she made sure to do all her homework now. After all, she had some plans for the weekend. She might also have more fun than she had on the seemingly dull school day. * * * * * * * * * * Saturday * * * * * * * * * * Saturday was to be a busy day. But it couldn't start till she got dressed. How do other girls decide what to wear? Back when she had been a boy dressing had been easy. Pants and the next best t-shirt. Now, however, it did not seem fitting. Only as she thought about today's purpose it came to her. A white summer dress and sandals. That she didn't own a dress only stopped her for a moment. Slipping on an old t-shirt, pre-girl times, she changed it to her needs. After checking, if she was ready, she headed downstairs. Her parents knew she was up to something. It was after all in her new nature. Mercy promised them she only would do little pranking and wanted to mainly relax in the park. Slipping on her sandals she headed out. Her mom didn't allow her higher heels than one inch. But she reasoned a higher heel might distract better. Once she was far enough away from home she changed her heels to 3 inches. She only lasted a few wobbly steps till she nearly fell. Cursing she revised her heel length to 2 inches. That worked better. *Baby steps* she reminded herself. She had to walk for a half hour to reach the park but she knew it was worth it. Cool shade from the trees and a breeze from the lake helped with the blazing sun. It really was warm this spring. She did take out a pencil and block of drawing paper. Then she doodled a bit of what she saw. That gave her a convenient cover to ogle people a bit. However, this day wasn't for relaxing alone. She planned to spend it testing the limits of her natural spells. First, she studied how far away a person could be for her to be able to focus. The park was ideal for it as it had many wide open spaces. It turned out a case of what you see you can scan. Finding out the maximum distance was trickier. She guessed up to 150 feet was her max. Also, it got really tiring at ranges above 90 feet of distance. * * * * * * * * * * After about 2 hours a voice startled her. "Hey, Mercy. I thought it was you." Somehow Victoria had found her and snuck up. "Oh hey, Victoria. It is a beautiful day, right?" "Sure is. Mind if I sit with your for a moment?" "No. Take a seat." "Thanks. So how are you doing? I like your dress. Didn't think you would wear one so soon. Not a week ago you were still a boy." "Hmm yeah. I don't know. I thought about it too. So many things come naturally me. I got so far two theories why." "Oh, do tell." "Okay, but don't laugh. Well, the first one is that it is a prank played on me and everyone else by the magic. I mean everyone expects me to freak out right? So does it count that I don't do it as a prank? Dunno. And the second one is.. hmm. Okay, tell me in as few words as possible how do I look like?" Victoria studied her for a moment. "Hmm pretty and with those big blue eyes kinda innocent. Oh, I see. What better camouflage for a prankster right?" Mercy nodded. There was a silent moment before Victoria broke it. "So I know every trickster mage has a special ability or spell or so. Any chance you would tell me what yours is?" "Sorry, no. I kinda want to keep it a secret. I fear if people knew they might falsely claim I did something. Everything points towards that I can now land myself alone into trouble. Don't need others trying to do the same." "Oh, okay. Well, I guess that's a good reason. Maybe a hint though?" Mercy was a bit bemused. This was a Victoria she didn't know. Okay, they didn't spend much time together before. But still, it struck her as strange. Normally she was reserved, proper and kinda bossy. Though now she was more curious and actually nice to be around. She definitely liked the current Victoria more. "Okay. Okay. That's my hint. Whenever I do what I do I can decide if the person notices. At all." "Uhh, that sounds like a challenge." Mercy gave her a "don't you even dare me" look. Still, Victoria wasn't that easily satisfied. "Okay, some person might not notice it. Say, did you ever do it on me?" A blush gave Mercy away without a word spoken. "More than once?" Mercy blushed even more. "Interesting. But it's not harmful, right?" That question gave Mercy a slight shock. She quickly blurted out. "No! No. Not at all. All harmless. I swear. I don't wanna hurt anyone. I feel it deep inside. That feeling that I have to prank and do tricks. But I will not let it control me. It's actually why I am here. I wanna learn the boundaries of it. Finding ways to manage, you know?" Victoria nodded. "Okay. Sounds reasonable. Well if it is harmless I volunteer." Mercy looked bemused at her. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I guess. And maybe I notice the unnoticeable," she said with a mischievous grin. *By the gods, it's strange to see her grin like a normal girl. Well if she offers ..* Mercy could hardly refuse such an offer. "Okay. Just give me some time. Need to concentrate." After a short moment, she started her scan. Victoria was kinda girl next door pretty. With slightly wavy black hair that reached just down enough to touch the light gray top. Her legs were slender but mostly hidden under a sandy brown skirt that reached just past her knees. She wore some white strappy sandals with slight tan wedge heels. Below her modest breasts were cupped by a peach-colored plain bra. Of course, she wore matching panties. What she found next shouldn't have surprised her. Of course, there was a buttplug. Big and black. Still unmarked by Mercy. The curiosity and urge to ask about it grew in Mercy. But she still stifled the motion within her. It would surely give her natural spell away. But she was in for another surprise. Hidden under her sandy brown skirt Victoria was wearing some kind of leather thighs bands just above her knees. The leather was a nearly-white cream color and pretty thin. It was, however, wide. Covering about 3 or 4 inches. Inside her tights the leather bands had D-rings. Hooked into them were small padlocks that secured both bands with a small chain. It all gave Mercy the impression that it was meant to hobble Victoria. Quickly deciding she shortened the chain from maybe 10 to 8 inches. Of course, she didn't forget to mark the butt plug. This time with a bright teal spiral. She mused, however, that a black plug wouldn't fit Victoria's light color theme. A moment later she was wearing a cream buttplug with teal spirals. "All done. I even gave you double the chance to find out by using it twice." Victoria looked herself up and down but couldn't find anything different. Feeling mischievous Mercy quickly suggested, "Hey, how about a small walk.? I sat here for a while and my legs need a stretch." Victoria agreed. Though Mercy thought she saw some hesitation. They slowly walked down the lakefront. Now and then Mercy would pick up the pace but Victoria never took the bait. She walked along as if she was enjoying the sun and had all the time in the world. If Mercy wouldn't have known about the hobbling chain she would never have guessed this secret. They were nearly around the whole lake when Victoria announced that she had to go. "I had fun. Hope we can repeat that. Oh and I still don't know what you did. But thanks for entertaining me. Let me repay you with two things. First I have the feeling we could become good friends so I allow you to call me Vicky. But only in private. Not around school or my parents or such." After Mercy nodded she continued. "And here a little hint: I do know more about hiding behind an innocent face than you." With that, she gave a small mischievous wink and walked away. *Well that was certainly something,* Mercy thought and shook her head in slight disbelief. Deciding that it was late enough she started to walk home too. Halfway back her curiosity got the better of her. Her panties grew thicker and then split into two pairs laying on top of each other. Then she shifted one down. Reforming it into the same leather bands and hobbling chain Victoria had. Taking a few steps she felt quite thrilled. Walking around with a little secret no one knew but her. Each time she made the mistake to make a big step it reminded her that it was still there. She started walking home again. Vowing to keep it till she was on the front steps of her house. However, she couldn't bring herself to try Victoria's other hidden secret. * * * * * * * * * * Mercy's list of strange things to figure out: - not freaking out about new gender (body feels strangely familiar; no trouble with balance despite new center of gravity) - Magic (one big and one small natural spell; might have other spells; need to learn about limitations; don't go over 100% or below 15% or bad things happen) - Spell 1 lets me change clothes (targets don't notice change unless I want them to; others might notice change; Mom, Dad, Al and Brian know my spell; 150 feet and line of sight limit; tiring if more than 90 feet) - Victoria is wearing a Buttplug!!! (Is she forced?; That thing is huge!; other stuff too; at least three plugs; she is more deviant than I thought and she admitted as much!!) * * * * * * * * * * Sunday * * * * * * * * * * Sunday was always a slow day. Today Mercy had some fun helping her mom to plant the seed for the flower beds in their garden. "You seem distracted," her mother noted. Of course, she was right. Mercy had a problem on her mind and going over and over it in her mind didn't help it one bit. "I am still thinking about me being suddenly a girl." "You seem to be doing fine." "But that's it," Mercy said with a sigh. "I feel okay. Great really. That is what worries me. Shouldn't I react differently?" "So you worry that you are not worried. That does sound like you do indeed worry." That gave Mercy pause and she needed a moment to figure out how to describe what exactly made her uneasy. "Do you remember the dress I wore yesterday?" "It looked nice on you." "Yes, it did. But there is the thing. When I chose to wear a dress I wasn't eager to wear one. Nor was I thinking 'I don't want to wear a dress, but I guess I should get over this hurdle anyway'. I just thought about what might be inconspicuous for someone like me to wear while visiting the park." "Like camouflage?" "Exactly," Mercy agreed. "In the moment I didn't think about it. I just reacted. As if I have this instinct. Only later it struck me as odd. Al, the trickster mage from the center, and everyone else told me the trickster magic would make me prank. No one said that it would change me like this." "I see," her mother said while giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "It is less about your new body, but the worry that your mind was messed with. More than expected." "Yes," Mercy said while her shoulders slumped down. "How do I know that I am still me?" "You are not. Honey we all change. You are not the same person that you were a week ago. But that past self of you is also different from yourself a year ago. Change is natural. What I taught my son was to not avoid problems. To try to solve them. Despite that, you are now my daughter I still see that in you." "Thanks, Mom," Mercy whispered while wiping away a few tears with the back of her hand. "And just maybe this is not a prank," her mother continued. "Maybe it is a gift. A correction of what was supposed to be." "What do you mean?" "Did your father and I never tell you about how you threw all our plans out of the window the day you were born?" "No," Mercy admitted. "You said you planned to have me." "Oh dear yes. That is not what I meant. Your father and I were excited to have you. We wanted to make everything perfect for you. When the doctor asked after the first ultrasound if we wanted to know your gender we said yes. And you know what he said? He said we will have a baby girl." "But I am not," Mercy objected. "Well. Was not." "Yes, but we were convicted. In every ultrasound we did you appeared to be a baby girl. We were so sure of it we bought all the stuff fitting for a girl. Your father even painted the nursery pink. When I gave birth imagine our surprise you being born a boy. It hit us so unexpected we hadn't even decided on a boy name. Only on a girl name." "So I even pranked you before I became a trickster mage?" Mercy said with a grin. Drawing a chuckle from her mother. "Thanks, Mom. I needed that." "Don't mention it." "So, just out of curiosity, what would it have been?" "What now?" "My name. If I would have been born a girl." "Shelby," Mercy's mother said and earned a scrunched face from her daughter. "You don't approve? Well, good thing then you named yourself." Both laughed and then slowly their talking drifted off to other topics, till they were done with the yard work and go inside to lunch. Their talk had been good to Mercy. Now she kind off regretted switching up the seed packets at the begin of their work. Laying a little bit of chaos to her mother's carefully designed layouts for the flower beds. After eating lunch Mercy headed over to Brian to play some games. It elated her further that Brian did treat her still the way he used to treat Mark. Though it still sucked that Brian wouldn't let her beat him in "Back Ally Fighter Hyper XD IV Beast Mode Edition Of The Year". Still, she was happy to not have lost her best friend. With lifted spirit, she headed home. Thinking nothing could dampen her good mood. If she had known what awaited her in the next she might have felt differently.