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Okay, trying this one more time.  The last posting got cut off.

Disclaimers:


All characters presented in this story are fictional and any
resemblance to any persons living or dead is totally unintentional.

This story is intended for the perusal of adults, and as it contains
graphic sex and enforced physical transformation, should not be read
by minors, those who live in areas where such material is forbidden by
law, those who have a fundamental problem with the above mentioned
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Now onto the story.

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A TG Witch's Tale

Good day.  I¹m not exactly sure why I¹m writing this.  Maybe it¹s
confessioÿ, maybe it¹s just a way for me to get my thoughts on paper
before I try to ÿix the problem.  I don¹t know.

To start with, a little information about me.  I¹m a Witch.  Not a
member oÿ the Wiccan religion, but a real live, bonafied,
card-carrying, spell-castiÿg Witch (ok, the reason I¹m card-carrying
is that I like to cast a spell thút produces a card that says WITCH in
nice Old English style print.  It¹s a ÿeat party trick, but really a
frivolous use of my abilities).  I am the offÿpring of a female Witch
and a human male (please, no ³Bewitched² jokes)

Before we go any further, let me disabuse any readers of some of the
common myths about Witches.  As a rule, we don¹t have cloven hooves,
third nipplesÿ use black cats, stand over weird cauldrons mixing
bubbling brews, or many ÿf the other commonly held misconceptions
about Witches.  Where do these ideús come from?  Two things, the
Transformation and the Crutch.   What, you mayÿask, are these two
things?

I¹ll start by explaining the Crutch.  Every Witch (and the male
counterpartÿ Warlock) uses a casting aid, something to focus the mind,
so as to allow aÿspell to go off.  The Crutch is always something hard
for the Witch to do, ûut not impossible.  A Witch who is lousy at
cooking might be required to coÿcoct a nice food while casting a spell
(hence the cauldron bit), a Witch wiÿh a mild allergy to cats might
have to stroke and pet a cat in order to useÿher magic.  My crutch?  I
have to rhyme my spells.  And believe me, it¹s noÿ as easy as you
might think.

Now onto the Transformation.  During the birthday of the year
following any multiple of six (7, 13, 19, etc.) the Witch gains their
powers and undergoeÿ a physical transformation and picks up an unusual
physical trait (a third ÿipple, a tail, cloven hooves, etc).  Although
not a hard and fast rule, theÿolder the change, the more powerful the
Witch, and the more radical the traÿsformation.  As for when the
Transformation occurs, about 10% occur at age ÷, 55% at age 13, 25% at
age 19, 9.5% at age 25, and less than 1/2% occur duÿing later years.
My own occurred at the age of 31.   And believe me, lookinÿ back at
it, the extra power wasn¹t worth it.   I¹d¹ve much rather it occurrþd
at an earlier age or not at all.

"Not at all?" you ask.  "How is that possible? Aren¹t you a Witch?"
Yes, bÿt I'm also the offspring of a human/Witch mating (not as
uncommon as you miÿht think) and only about one in ten of us ever
become Witches.  My own sistþr is... was a normal human.  And when I
got past my 25th birthday without aÿTransformation, I figured I was as
normal as she.

What was my Transformation?  Let me put it this way, I'm a Witch, not
a Warlock, but when I was born I was given the name, Alexander.
That's right, I ûecame a woman.  A she-male actually.  I still have my
penis.  I suppose I sÿouldn't complain.  The two others I know of who
Transformed after their 30tÿ birthday (one at 31, one at 37) suffered
much worse.  One became a centaurÿ the other's arms became 8 foot
octopus tentacles.  But both of them were dþscended from a
Witch/Warlock mating and were prepared for the eventuality oÿ a
late-life Transformation.

Me, I was in bed with my fiance when I woke up with my new body.  And
it took quite a bit of explaining when she woke with her arms wrapped
around me.  ÿNeedless to say, she's no longer my fiance.  Oh, we're
still good friends, ûut the Transformation was more than an appearance
change.  I have the normaÿ sexual desires of a 31 year old woman.
(Oh, not that I just went through ÿy Transformation; I've been a Witch
for almost fifteen years now, but I've üast spells to keep my body
from aging.  By the way, that's where the myth oÿ Witches being
immortal comes from.  Most Witches don't live past 90-100 yeúrs, but
don't look any older than they did when in their twenties or
thirtiþs.)  And believe me, losing all sexual interest in your partner
does tend tÿ put a crimp in a relationship.

I also lost my job.  I was a teacher at a high school, and I don't
think they would've understood my sudden change in appearance.  Oh, I
suppose I coulý've cast a spell to make everyone think I had always
been a woman, but tampþring with minds has three problems; one, it's
very tricky, particularly wheÿ done en masse as I would've had to do;
two, it tends to fail at the most iÿopportune times; and three, it's
just plain wrong.   Besides, I didn't just ûecome a woman, I became a
living sexual fantasy.   I'm 6' tall (and this aftþr loosing 6" in the
Transformation) and my measurements are 40EE (that's riÿht, I have a
double E cup size)-24-36, and I've got a face that would make ú
super-model jealous.  And when you look like that you do not want to
have ÿo deal with classes filled with hormone infested teenage boys.
So I call tÿem up with a story about a family emergency, tender my
resignation, and movþ.

Now as to my problem.  Seven years ago, my little sister and her
husband were killed by a drunk driver, a drunk driver who now is
plagued by a magical ýemon that only he can see every time he gets
drunk (the ass got off with 7 ÿears probation thanks to political pull
and a wishy-washy judge).  She was ÿurvived by two children, one boy,
then 11, and one girl, then 6.  And sinceÿI was their only living
family, it fell to me to take them in.   David (the ÿon) became sullen
and moody, and after learning I was a Witch spent a few mÿnths blaming
me for not having saved them  (little help, since I had been dÿing the
same thing).  Elizabeth retreated into her dance.

When Elizabeth turned 13 was when it all started.  Elizabeth started
developing early, at around 9, and by age 13, she had developed a D
cup, and it waÿ really throwing off her balance for the dance.  Now, I
suppose I should'veÿseen it coming, and better prepared both of them
for the possibility, but Iÿjust didn't even see it as a possibility.
It was the day before Christmas,ÿand it was Elizabeth's birthday, and
I was down in the kitchen, spelling upÿa cake (I always made a big
deal about Elizabeth's birthday since it came tÿe day before
Christmas), when I heard something that scared me like nothingÿelse in
my life.  Elizabeth screamed in terror, and David yelled "OH MY GODÿ"

Without even thinking I recited,

"Firecrackers pop and bombs go boom, Let me now be in the kids' room"

and I was there.  (Pretty bad, huh?  Believe me, I've come up with
worse rhymes)

Elizabeth was standing in the middle of the room, the back of her
leotard torn out, where a devil's tail (long, slender, prehensile, and
with a pointy ÿip) had grown through it.  David was on his ass by his
bed, his shirt rippeý open, a pair of HUGE tits, tits almost as big as
my own, hanging from his ühest.  Now, the beginning of what had
happened was obvious, Elizabeth was aÿWitch, and had just undergone
her Transformation, and cast a spell on her bÿother, probably
unintentionally, causing him to grow tits.  Why didn't I seþ it
coming?  Because the offspring of the human offspring of a human/Witch
ÿating has less than a 1 in ten thousand chance of being a witch.

"What happened?" I yelled.

Elizabeth ran over and wrapped her arms around my legs.  Through a
sobbing voice, she said, "Oh, auntie.  I was dancing and David was
standing there maÿing fun of me and then I felt this strange sensation
and all of the sudden ÿy leotard ripped, I had this tail and David had
tits and...   and..."

"Calm down, calm down.  The sensation you had, did it start in your
crotch, run up your spine, go over the top of your head, and stop
right here?"  I tÿuched her forehead, the spot between her eyebrows
commonly known among humaÿ mystics as the "third eye".

"Yes."

"And what were you thinking about when you had that feeling?"

"Well, Davey was making fun of me because of... of my..."

"Of your having large breasts for your age?"

"Yeah, and I was wishing he knew what it was to have to deal with big
tits."

David said, "Oh my god.  What happened?"

"It seems your sister is a Witch.  She just underwent her
Transformation, and apparently her Crutch is dancing.  So her wish
became a spell she cast onÿyou."

On the verge of hysteria, David asked, "Can't you get rid of these
things?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?  I thought you were supposed to be the most powerful witch
alive!"  I think I should mention here something about human/Witch
half-breeds such ús myself.  At first thought, it might seem that
being half-human would diluÿe the powers of the Witchly side, but, in
point of fact, the exact oppositeÿis true.  The human half acts like
the grounding prong in a three-prong pluÿ, allowing the Witch to
handle a much higher level of power.  So between myÿlate-life
Transformation, my human half, and my birthday falling on a high ÿoly
day for witches (Halloween), it was no boast when David called me the
mÿst powerful Witch alive.

But seeing David on the verge of a breakdown, I said,

"By the morning's dawn, Hysteria be gone"

Almost immediately, David calmed down, caught his breath, and asked,
"Please, aunt Sarah, can't you get rid of these?"

"David," no one called him Davey except for his sister, "even before
my Transformation, I was a teacher, and that didn't change after.  My
specialty isÿteaching new Witches how to control their powers."

"Well, doesn't that include counter-spells?"

"The basics, yes.  But spell casting is an art form, and spells that
work against other spells is a particularly tricky branch of magic.
Now don't worÿy, I'll go call someone and see what the best course of
action is.   Wait heÿe."

I then walked downstairs, picked up the receiver, and said,

"One of the saddest films is Old Yeller, Connect me with a master
counter-speller"

The phone rang, and the other end picked up.  "Hello, Dawn's Magic
Shop." "Yes, this is Witch Sarah.  I'm looking for a master
counter-speller."

"This is Witch Dawn speaking."  Now another aspect of the Witch
sub-culture is that, when we call each other on the phone, we simply
call ourselves Witüh (or Warlock).  It saves time and energy, not
having to cast spells that lþt us know whether we're talking to a
human or Witch.  Now you might wonder ÿhy we're not worried about a
human hearing us say we're Witches.   Well, poiÿt blank, most humans
just don't believe we exist, so they just blow it off ÿhen we say it.

Quickly I outlined the problem, and Dawn told me about some problems
and gave me the number of a specialist in Ireland.  I contacted him,
dialing the nÿmber manually.  I explained what had happened, and he
told me some bad newsÿ

David was making his way downstairs when I hung up.  "Well what's
going on?  How do we get rid of these?"

"We don't."

"What?  Why not?"

"I contacted both a master counter-speller and an expert in Witchly
Transformations.  Both agree.  Elizabeth's powers are in a state of
flux.  Any counÿer-spells cast against her before it stabilizes could
cause her irreparableÿdamage."

"Well, can't they be hidden or something?"

"Hiding the effects of a spell is a form of counter-spell."

"Well, how long till they can be counter-spelled?"

"Three to six months."

"Three to six months?  You mean I've got to deal with these tits for
up to half a year?!"

"Possibly longer."

"What?  Why?"

"After three to six months, your body and the spell may adapt to each
other, in which case the only person who can counter-spell it safely
will be Elizúbeth.  And it could be as much as three years before she
has enough skill aÿd experience to counter a major transformation like
the one you've undergonþ."

"Three years?  Can't you do something?"

"Elizabeth, why don't you go upstairs and get ready for your birthday
party while I talk with your brother."

"Auntie?" Elizabeth said tentatively.

"Yes, hun?"

"What about this?"  She brought her tail around in front of her.

"Wrap it around your leg and wear loose pants.  I'll cast a veil-spell
just before the party to make it less noticeable."

"Yes, ma'am."

After Elizabeth went upstairs, David asked, "If you can cast a spell
to cover her tail, why not to cover these breasts?"

"David, after your sister wraps her tail around her leg and gets those
pants on, the only thing that'll show is a small bump at the base of
her spine.  ÿI can cover that with a spell that basically starches the
back of her pantsÿ  These," I waved at David's new chest, "are not
exactly small things to coÿer up."

"Isn't there anything you can do?"

"David, I'll be honest.  Even if those specialists had told me I could
counter-spell this immediately, I had decided before I called that you
were at lþast going to spend the rest of Christmas vacation with
tits."

"Why?!"

"Ever since your parents died, you have been sullen, moody, and at
times, just plain nasty to everyone around you.  Now I did my best to
be understandiÿg and tolerant because of your loss, but a few months
ago, you started gettÿng nasty to your sister, who, in case you've
forgotten, has lost just as muüh as you have."

"But, I didn't..."

"Didn't what?  Want to hurt her?  Didn't mean it?  David, there is NO
excuse for the way you have treated your sister.  Your teasing has
been just plaiÿ mean.  Hell, you've been worse than a lot of the
bullies she goes to schooÿ with."

"Okay, I get the point.  But 6 months?  I'm supposed to graduate in 5.
Isn't there anything that can be done?"

"Well, I wasn't going to tell you, but the second expert I contacted
said there might be something we could do."

"I'll do anything." 

"It's not something that we can do today, so why don't you go upstairs
and help your sister get dressed for her party."

"Yes, ma'am."

Luckily for all of us, the party went off without a hitch.  Nobody
noticed that every so once in a while, Elizabeth's right pant leg
moved a little strúngely.  I traded recipe's for cakes with some of
the mothers who stayed aroÿnd to help look after the kids, and flirted
with the single fathers.  And bþlieve me, if I hadn't had a houseful
of kids, I probably would've fucked onþ or more right in the middle of
the kitchen.

I feel I should mention, a Witch can cast spells that cover her
Transformation.  The spells just won't last longer than 12 hours, and
can only be cast ÿnce every other day.  So I can make it with three
guys at a time (and have ýone so), with them being none the wiser.
Now maybe you think I'm a slut beüause of that, but remember, I have
the normal sex drive of a 31 year old woÿan, and a woman reaches her
sexual peak at the age of 35. (And I haven't haý sex in the last seven
years.  I'm a little frustrated, as you might imaginþ.)

After the party, everybody went home.  A few offered to help clean up,
but didn't press the issue when I refused.  Not that I blame them, it
was Christÿas Eve.  I cast the spells to clean up, create and decorate
the tree, and mÿve all the presents from their hiding places to under
the tree (after sevenÿyears of this, I could rattle those spells off
in my sleep).   I waited for ÿanta (he is a real being, it's just
human disbelief that prevents him from ÿisiting human homes) then went
to bed.

The next day, we passed out presents, and I saved one special one for
last.  David was actually in good spirits that morning, even though
his tits keptÿslipping out of the robe he was wearing.  After
everything was passed out, ÿ handed the present to David.  He opened
it, and held up the contents.  It ÿas a full-length dress that was all
the rage with the 17-19 crowd, well amoÿgst the women at least.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Your possible cure."

"What do you mean?  I have to wear a dress?"

"Not exactly.  The second expert I talked to, the one who has studied
Transformation, and Transformation induced spells, is of the opinion,
that if Eliÿabeth's wish is fulfilled then the spell could be broken
and you'd return tÿ normal."

"Her wish?"

"Remember, she wished you'd know what it's like to have to deal with
big tits."

"Well, I've gone almost a day with these, and I am sorry for the
teasing I did.  Isn't that enough.  Haven't I learned enough?"

"David, you haven't learned a fraction of what it's like.  You haven't
learned what it's like to talk to a man and know that he doesn't even
see your fúce.  You don't know what it's like to hear small minded
women whisper just ÿoud enough for you to hear that you must be some
kind of slut just because ÿou're big busted.  You don't know about the
teasing, the harassment, anythiÿg about looking like a big busted sex
kitten."

"But a dress?"

"David, the only way you're going to be able to go outside with those
tits without drawing a lot of really bad attention to yourself is if
you let me cúst a spell to make you look like a woman."

"I thought you said you couldn't change me."

"I can't tamper with your tits, but I can change the rest of you to
match your breasts."

"And if I do this, I'll change back?"

"Maybe, no guarantees."

"And what happens if this doesn't break the spell?"

"We experience a sudden family emergency, and move to another town.
The school will send your records to the new school we enroll you in,
but the schoÿl gets the records of a girl rather than of David."

Elizabeth asked, "Please, Davey.  I've always wanted a sister.  And it
won't be forever."

Now, despite his cruel treatment of his sister, David did love her,
and really couldn't deny her anything she asked for (it was why, at
the age of 18, ÿe was still sharing a room with her).  So, it was no
surprise when he sigheý, and said, "Okay.  I guess it's best for all
concerned."

"How complete do you want your disguise?"

"Complete?"

"Well, you've seen me in the nude.  Do you want a body like mine,
where you retain your manhood?  Or do you want to go all the way?"

David gulped.  "All the way?"

"Do you want a cunt and vagina?"

Elizabeth started something with, "David, could you -?"

But I quickly stopped her.  "Elizabeth, this is David's decision.  Let
him make it on his own."

David asked, "Do I have to get rid of my cock?"

"Of course not.  I wouldn't offer if you did."

"Then I'll keep it."

"Don't be so hasty.  There are some drawbacks.  If you keep your dick
you'll have to be very careful about where you go and what you wear."

"What do you mean?"

"No going to the public pool.  You won't be able to shower in the
group showers they have.  If you go to the gym, you'll have to go in
sweats rather thún change there.  You'll have to avoid tight pants.
In fact you should avoiý pants whenever possible.  And if you ever go
into a public restroom where ÿhe stalls have no doors, you'll have to
be very careful that no one sneaks ú peek."

David thought about it for a minute, and said, "I still want to keep
it." "Okay.  Stand up," I told him while standing myself.  David stood
and I began.

"Painter's paint and Carpenter's nail, Let David's form now be female"

The magic leapt from my fingers and swirled around David.  He then
shrunk down a half foot (from 5'10" to 5'4"), his waist and shoulders
contracted, hiÿ hips widened, his legs and arms thinned and tapered,
the hair on them disaÿpearing, his face took a more definitely female
cast, and his nails and haiÿ lengthened.

David brought his arms up, his hands no longer long enough to pass the
cuffs.  "What about my clothes?" he asked in a very womanly voice.

"Ice will chill and cocoa will warm, Let David's clothes fit his new
form"

Most of the magic (in the form of many sparkles) shot upstairs to
David's room, but one magic sparkle flew over and touched David.
Since his new form ÿas so much smaller than his old, the robe he was
wearing had fallen open aný I could see his boxers.  But when the
magic touched him the boxers shrank únd became a pair of sheer, hi-cut
panties (silk of course).  His robe shranÿ and shifted to match his
new body, became thinner and translucent, and picÿed up a nice pink
ruffle along all its edges.

David cinched up the robe.  "Okay, now I guess I'm ready to face the
world as a girl."

Something was wrong though.  I gave him the once over, then noticed
what it was.

"By the power of the witches of yore, David, now gain a woman's
behavior"

A blast of magic shot from my fingertips, and struck David in the
head.

In his new lilting voice, David asked, "What was that for?"

"Untie your robe."  David gave me a quizzical look, but did as I said
(we were not a family that had any taboos on nudity).  "Now retie it."
David shrÿgged and did as asked.  "Much better."

"What's better?"

Elizabeth told him.  "Davey, a girl ties her robe right over left.
After Aunt Sarah made you look like a girl, you still tied it left
over right like ú boy.  Now you're tying it correctly."

David looked down and saw that the right panel of his robe was on top.
A little bit of fear entered his voice as he asked, "Am I going to
start likingÿboys?"

"No.  You'll just be sure to behave like a girl in all those actions
that we normally don't think about.  Now you look, act, and even sound
like a girlÿ  Which brings up another question.  What do you want to
be called?"

"Called?"

"We can't call you David.  Or for that matter, Davey or Dave, or
anything like that.  Those are boys' names.  So, you need to chose a
girl's name."

David thought about it and said, "How about Daphne?"

"It's a beautiful name.  Daphne it is.  Now, one last thing.

Although doing so may seem to be horrid, Let this family produce
Daphne when we think of David"  (Ouch.  That one barely made it)

A magical feeling passed over us.  "There.  Now we'll always remember
to say or write Daphne instead of David when thinking of you."

"So now I'm Daphne?"

"For the time being.  If you ever get lost, and wonder what a girl
might do, just go ahead and lose yourself in the spells."

"Okay, so what do we do now?"

"We get ready for our Christmas movie."  One of the biggest advantages
to being able to cast spells is that you save lots and lots of time.
A Christmaÿ feast that would take a normal human all day to make, I
can whip up in a fþw seconds.  So our family had made it a Christmas
tradition to spend all daÿ at the movie theater, catching two or three
matinees before going home forÿour Christmas meal.

"You mean we're going to go out with me like this?"

"What do you think all this spelling has been for?"

"But?"

"Relax, you'll do fine."

"Well, okay, if you say so.  Come on, Lizard," David's pet name for
Elizabeth, "let's go get ready."

As the newly rechristened Daphne took Elizabeth upstairs, I cast
another spell,

"Because a surfer likes to shoot the curls, Let Daphne's room now be a
girl's."

After about an hour, Daphne and Elizabeth came down.  Elizabeth was in
a new floral print dress that I had picked up for her birthday and
looked the peÿfect image of young beauty.  But Daphne...  Daphne was
stunning.  He had deüided on the new dress I had bought, which hugged
his new form beautifully. ÿHis make-up and hair had been expertly done
(thanks to the spells, Daphne nÿw had all the knowledge he needed to
pass as a girl) and strode down the stúirs with divinely feminine
grace (and this despite the 3" heels he had deciýed on).  He had
chosen a small purse with a thin strap that was now slung oÿer his
shoulder.

Daphne walked up, saying, "That was amazing.  My entire half of our
room had changed.  Different sheets, blankets, my dresser was covered
in make-up, húir spray, and other girl stuff."

"The benefits of magic."

"Y'know, I thought I'd have a lot of trouble getting the bra on, and
walking in heels, but it just seems natural now, like I've been doing
it all my liÿe.  And I just seemed to know how to apply my make-up.
Was that your doingÿ too?"

"Of course.  An eighteen year old girl who doesn't know how to apply
make-up or walk in heels would draw way too much attention."

"Of course, there is a drawback now."

"What's that?"

"Now I can't really get mad at girls when they're late.  I never
realized how complicated it was getting ready to go out as a lady."

I laughed a bit, checked to make sure that Elizabeth had her tail
wrapped around her waist, under her blouse and then sent everybody out
to the car.   Wþ went to the movies and watched the first two movies
without incident.   Shoÿtly after the start of the third, Daphne had
to use the bathroom.  She retuÿned a little while later and started
munching on some popcorn.   Shortly aftþrwards the manager came up and
asked us to come to his office.

"What's the problem?"

"Please, ma'am, I'd like to discuss this in my office."

As we walked upstairs, I asked Daphne, "Do you know what this is
about?"

"Uhm, maybe."

"What?"

"Well, after I got done in the bathroom, one of the guys from the
concession stand tried to press up on me.  I tried to let him know I
wasn't interesteý, but he wouldn't take the hint."

"So what did you do?"

"Kneed him in the groin.  Got a round of applause from the ladies he
works with."

And I want to let everybody who is reading this story know that I
tried to keep a straight, serious face, but I couldn't help smiling at
what had happeÿed.  I am of the personal opinion that any man who gets
a knee to the groinÿ in all likelihood, deserves it.  And this sounded
like no exception.

When we got up to the office, the manager sat down and waved his hand
at the seats across from him (making me realize that this man was no
gentleman).  ÿ"Miss, we have a problem."

"Oh?" I asked, as coyly as possible.

"It seems your daughter," waving at Daphne.

"Niece," I corrected him.

"Your niece assaulted one of my workers.  Now, I don't want to make a
scene, so I'll just refund your money if you and your family leave
quietly."

As he started to reach into his desk, I said, "No."

He stopped short.  "Excuse me?  Do you want the police involved?"

I looked at his nameplate.  "Mister Jackson, my niece informed me of
what happened.  It seems your employee tried to, in the common
vernacular, push upÿon her.  Now I may be older than I look, but I am
not so out of touch that ÿ don't know what that particular phrase
means."  The manager tried to say sÿmething, but I went on without
letting him speak.  "She then attempted to tþll him that she had no
interest in him, but he refused to get the hint and ÿefused to let her
return to the theater.  So she responded in the only way ÿossible.
Getting a round of applause from the jerk's co-workers, I might aýd.
So if you want to get the police involved," I picked up the phone and
húnded it to him, "you go right ahead."

"But she-"

"She nothing.  Mister Jackson, how would you like me to contact some
of the local women's groups and tell them that not only do you employ
overgrown boÿs who have nothing to do but harass young women on the
job, but defend theiÿ hormonally charged bull rather than disciplining
them for inappropriate buÿiness behavior.  I'm sure the owners of this
theater, your bosses, would loÿe to see the news reports of women
picketing the theater over your sexist bÿsiness practices."

The manager gulped.  "Well, I suppose we could just forget all this
happened."

"Oh, no, no, no.  You ruin our movie, accuse my niece of inappropriate
behavior, try to run us off, then think you're just going to blow this
off?" Diý I neglect to mention that, ever since my Transformation, I
have gained theÿopinion that the similarities between the
pronunciation of witch and bitch úre not a coincidence?  "You will
reimburse us for the movie, you will apoloÿize for wasting our time,
you will, in front of your employees, apologize tÿ my niece for your
employee's improper behavior, and then you will make espþcially sure
to discipline said employee for said improper behavior.  Got itÿ"

The manager stammered out an acknowledgement and an apology, refunded
our money, then apologized to Daphne in front of the employees.  We
went back andÿfinished the movie.  As we left, I gave the manager a
look that let him knoÿ I hadn't been kidding about starting a boycott.

When we got home I asked Daphne, "So how did you like your first day
as a woman?"

"Well, except for that bit with the movie guy, it was kind of fun."

"Well, I hate to say it, but get used to it.  Boys don't tend to start
acting more mature for a few more years.  And even at my age, you run
into far tÿo many like him."

"Yeah, but you really put that manager in his place."

"Well that, my dear, was one of the advantages of being a woman.  When
people mistreat you, as long as you handle it intelligently, you get
to act likeÿa bitch and nobody says boo.  Now it's time for you and
your sister to get ÿeady for dinner."

"Okay."

As Daphne and Elizabeth prepared for dinner, I cast the spells that
made dinner (dinner always tastes better when I use a separate spell
for each dish)ÿ  We had a really good dinner (I must say, I spell up a
great dinner), and ýaphne took Elizabeth upstairs when she fell asleep
at the table (another Chÿistmas ritual we've got).  After a few
minutes, Daphne came down and asked,ÿ"Can I talk to you?"

Now this was surprising.  Usually, David stays upstairs after
Christmas dinner and reads, and my spells wouldn't have changed his
behavior that much.   ÿSure.  What about?"

"Well, while we were getting ready for dinner, Elizabeth and I were
chatting.  She's a lot more vocal with her sister than she was with
her brother.   Aÿd, well, I think there's something you should chat
with her about."

"What?"

"Well, it seems there's this boy she really likes at school, and she's
worried about a little something."

"What?  There's not much I can tell her about being a teenage girl.
Don't forget, up till my 31st birthday, I was a boy myself."

"It's not that."

"Well what then?"

"I'll give you a hint.  Her problem and these," Daphne lifted his tits
and dropped them, "came into existence at about the same time."

"Oh, her tail."  Daphne nodded.  "Don't worry, I'll talk to her in the
morning."

"Okay."

When Daphne just stood there for a while, I asked, "Is there anything
else?"

"When I was at the theater in line for popcorn there was this one girl
at the concession stand who I felt was really attractive.  And, if the
guy in frÿnt of me hadn't jostled my tits when he turned around, I
think I would've aÿked her out."

"Yes?"

"Well, didn't your spell make sure I'd act like a woman?  Shouldn't I
be attracted to guys now?"

"Like I said before, no.  That'd be way too fundamental a change.
You'd lose a major part of being David if I had done that."

"So what's to stop me from hitting on some babe I meet in the mall
before I remember what I've become?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?  But I'm Daphne now."

"So Daphne's a lesbian.  I'm sure that'll break a few boys' hearts
when they find that this big tittied babe only likes other babes, but,
oh well."

Daphne's face brightened immediately.  "Thanks."  He turned, took a
couple steps, then turned back and asked, "Do you really think I'm a
babe?"

"Honey, you're as good looking a woman as you were a man."

"You think I was a good looking guy?  I didn't have that many dates."

"That's because you never asked the ladies out.  Really, the sullen,
moody routine played itself out long ago."

Daphne walked over and looked in the wall mirror.  After looking at
himself for a while, he said, "Was I really this good looking as a
boy?"

"Sure.  If it weren't for the fact that I knew you had no interest in
dicks, I'd have asked you to share my bed long ago."

Daphne blushed crimson.  "Aunt Sarah!"

"Oh, don't Aunt Sarah me."

"But we're related."

"Hun, Witches are not subject to any of the problems inherent in
inbreeding, so we never developed any of those taboos against incest.
And norm descenýants to the second generation share that advantage, so
you could make it wiÿh any of your distant cousins with no risks at
all.  In fact, your mother aÿd I lost our virginity to each other back
when she was dating.  She wanted ÿo know what it was like and whether
or not it would be worth it to let her ûoyfriend get into her pants."

Daphne blushed again.  "Okay, this is way more than I needed to know."

I gave a light hearted laugh.  "Okay, sorry."

Daphne considered it for a while, then asked, "Aunt Sarah?"

"Yes?"

"Would you... teach me to make love to a woman?  I mean if I ever get
a woman to go out with me as Daphne, and I don't know how to make love
to her as ú woman, it'd really show I wasn't born like this."

It was a silly excuse.  If Daphne got a woman into his bed, it
wouldn't be his lack of knowledge about being a woman that betrayed
him.  "Are you sure?ÿ

Daphne nodded and I took him by the hand and led him upstairs.  As we
went, I cast the spell to give me the body of a full woman. (A
Mastered spell of ÿine.  A Mastered spell is a spell that a Witch has
taken the time to study únd build so that she no longer needs to
resort to the Crutch to cast it.  Sÿells that hide the Transformation
are part of most Witches' Master repertoiÿes.)  I knew Daphne was
having trouble resolving his feelings of lust towarýs me, so I wanted
to make it as easy as possible on him.

When we got upstairs we embraced passionately.  Daphne needed no help
from me in knowing how to kiss.  I helped him out of his dress, as he
helped me oÿt of mine.  After he removed my slip, he said, "Where's
your dick?"

"I got rid of it for now.  You want to know how to make love to a
woman, so I made myself all woman."

He said, "You didn't have to do that," but I could tell from his tone
of voice that he was grateful I had.

But I smiled and said, "I know, but I wanted to."  We finished
undressing and sat on the bed together.  Daphne's hands started
wandering my body.  I haý to grab his hands and slow him down.  He
seemed very anxious to experienceÿeverything about sex as quickly as
possible.  "Relax, Daph.   We've got all ÿight."

Daphne got the hint, and took his time exploring every inch of my
body.  He then kissed me, slowly pressing me to the bed.  He was about
to mount me, aÿd oh, how I wanted him inside me, but I had a
responsibility to teach him tÿe proper way to treat a lady, so I
stopped him.  "More foreplay, hun.  Takeÿyour time with a lady."

"Uhm, what would you like me to do?"

"Kiss your way down my neck, and then kiss my tits with a lot of
little, gentle kisses.  While you're doing that, gently rub my side
with your hand.   Sÿroke with firm, but gentle pressure.  Love is not
a race.  Take your time."ÿ Daphne slowly kissed and loved my right
tit, then repeated the procedure with the other.  He soon had me
begging for him.  He climbed up on top of me, ÿlowly rubbed his dick
against my clit, until I was panting with desire and ÿeed.  He then
pushed into me, pressing his body on mine, pressing his tits ÿo mine.
We started moving together, slowly at first, but quickly picking uÿ
speed.  To his credit, Daphne tried to keep it slow to give me as much
as ÿhe could.  But after a seven year dry spell, I couldn't help
myself, and waÿ moving like an out of control wildcat underneath him.

After we came together, we lay there for a little while until Daphne
re-initiated our love making.  After some brief foreplay, he was hard
as a rock agúin.  This time he wanted to be on the bottom trying the
female superior posÿtion.  I straddled myself over his hips and slowly
took him into me.   Now Iÿwas curious about how sensitive Daphne's
tits were and started rubbing themÿ  And judging from the sudden gasp,
and the way he arched his back, I guessþd that he felt much the same
thing I did when someone rubs my tits.  Soon, ÿe was bucking under me,
as I had just done under him.

After we spent a few minutes just cuddling, I told him, "You better go
back to your bed.  You know how upset your sister gets when she wakes
up and youÿre not there."

"Yeah, you're right."  Daphne got up and started to pick up his
clothes, but I told him to just leave them.  "Are we still going out
shopping tomorrow?ÿ

"Of course."  Another tradition of ours.  Elizabeth usually got a few
gift certificates for her birthday and Christmas, so we made a
tradition of goingÿout the day after Christmas and blowing them all,
as well as a few hundred ÿf my own dollars (I feel I should mention
that all Witches have a certain aÿount of prescient ability they can
tap, so predicting things like the stockÿmarket, or horse races is
really easy.  The only time you find a poor Witchÿis when the Witch
decides to be poor).  Although David had never shown any ÿeal interest
in going on these trips, neither had he made any effort to getÿout of
them.  "Do you want out of it?  You should try to spend as much
timeÿin public as possible so as to really get the big busted
experience."

"Oh, I'm not complaining, I was just thinking about what I wanted to
wear tomorrow."  Daphne then returned to his room.

Curious, I got up and looked at his bra size, which turned out to be a
36G.  A larger cup size than mine, but with a smaller frame, meaning
overall, hiÿ tits were slightly smaller than mine.

The next morning I got up and looked for a certain photo album I had.
When I heard Elizabeth and Daphne moving about upstairs, I went to
their room aný knocked on the door.  "Come in," Elizabeth yelled.

I walked in, the photo album in hand.  "I've got something I want to
show both of you."

"What is it?" Daphne asked.

"A photo album, filled with special photos."  I sat on the edge of
Daphne's bed, and Elizabeth and Daphne sat on my sides.  "Now before I
show you thesþ photos there are a few things.  You must never discuss
what you see in thiÿ album outside the family.  You must never show
any of your friends this, oÿ even hint that it exists.  Understand?"

Both Daphne and Elizabeth nodded.  Daphne asked, "What's in it?"

"Family photos."

"Photos?  What's the big deal?"

I opened the album saying, "They're photos from your Grandmother's
side of the family."  We spent the next few hours looking over photos
of the Witchesÿin our family.  Photos that showed Witches openly
displaying their Transforÿation changes.  Included amongst them were
things like bat ears, cat's eyesÿ cat's tails, and even a few
full-body Transformations (where the body becoÿes a human/animal
crossbreed).

Finally we came to a photo I knew was in there, and Daphne said, "That
guy looks pretty normal.  What's his Transformation?"

"Nothing.  That's your Grandfather.  A normal human being.  And the
lady with him is your Grandmother."

Then Elizabeth noticed it.  "Gramma has a tail like mine!"

"I was hoping you'd notice that.  Daphne told me that you were worried
about telling people about your tail.  Now you have to be very careful
about whoÿyou tell about it, but there are a good percentage of people
who will be toÿerant and understanding of your... difference."

"Cool.  Whatever happened to Gramma and Granpa?"

This was a bad spot for me and I started crying.  Daphne put her arm
around me and asked, "Aunt Sarah, what's wrong?"

"When I was sixteen, dad was involved in a job related accident.  He
was an architect, and a section of building collapsed when he was
checking out theÿsight, killing him instantly.  After that, mom...
well, she just wasn't theÿsame.  She was depressed and sad all the
time.  The depression disrupted thþ spells keeping her disease-free
and young.  She died a couple years later ÿrom an infected wound she
got while cutting up some chickens for dinner."  ÿ sniffled back the
tears and said, "You two go ahead and look at that.  Butÿdon't take
too long.  We want to get to the after-Christmas sales early." As I
was leaving Daphne ran up to me and asked, "Aunt Sarah, what'd Grandpa
really think about Grandma's tail?"

"Publicly, he told me he found it really sexy, and loved to feel and
stroke it."

"And privately?"

I dropped my voice to a whisper.  "Your mother and I once snuck a look
when we heard them doing it in their room.  Dad was on top of mom
pumping away, ÿith her tail firmly buried in his ass.  I asked him
about it later, and he ÿold me that some of the best sex he ever had
was when she had her tail firmÿy inside him."

"Wow."

I shoved him back into the room.  "Now get dressed, young lady."

About an hour later, Elizabeth and Daphne came down the steps.
Elizabeth was dressed in a simple sun dress with crew socks and low
heels, but Daphne..ÿ  Daphne was stunning!  He was dressed in a simple
blue dress, but the way ÿt accentuated his new feminine curves was
amazing.  The dress also did someÿhing for Daphne that I thought would
make him decide never to wear such a tÿing.  It actually displayed
Daphne's new cleavage.  Not at lot, mind you, bÿt that just made it
all the more suggestive.  I pulled her aside before we ÿeft and asked
if he realized how suggestive his outfit actually was.

He shrugged, saying, "If I'm supposed to learn what it's like to be a
woman, I should go all out.  Right?"

I just agreed, not wanting to tell him that he'd probably look sexy no
matter what he wore and we left for the mall.  We spent the better
part of the dúy shopping.  Now, usually David went along and just sat
outside the stores únd moped, barely agreeing to carry packages for
his sister, but Daphne realÿy got into the spirit of the trip, going
into every store, making lots of pÿrchases of his own.  After which,
we went down to the food court, and Daphnþ volunteered to get the food
(usually David sat around not eating anything)ÿ

In the mall we were in, the food court surrounds an indoor ice rink (I
live in a city where it's warm all year round and these are the only
places to iüe skate in town), and while he was in line, Jason Newell,
a friend of Davidÿs, skated up.  Now I think I should mention that
most of David's friends arþ basically nothing more than teenage
hoodlums, but Jason is one of the few ÿriends of David's that I don't
have a problem with.  He's kind, polite, andÿactually had the decency
to be embarrassed when I caught him ogling me whenÿhe thought I was
looking away.  "Hey, Elizabeth, Sarah."  I let all the kidÿ' friends
use my first name, even the hoodlum ones.  "Where's David?"

"David went out of town for the holidays.  Checking out some colleges
with some distant relatives."

"Cool," he said in that nonchalant way kids have of responding to
things when they don't have another thing to say.  At this point
Daphne returned to tÿe table, and Jason's eyes perked up upon seeing
him.  "Hello.  I don't beliþve we've met.  My name's Jason Newell."
Jason extended his hand, and Daphnþ, not knowing what else to do, took
it.

"My name's Daphne."

As Jason took her hand, he brought it to his lips, and, like a
gentleman kissing a lady's hand, gently pressed his lips to Daphne's
fingers.  "It's a tÿue pleasure to meet you."

"Daphne," I said by way of explanation, "is a cousin doing the same
thing David is, checking out the local colleges."

"Charming.  If you decide to attend one of the local colleges, let me
know.  It may help me decide what college to attend in the fall."
Daphne blushedÿa deep crimson.  "So, Daphne, ever done much skating?
They've got skate reÿtals here."

Daphne could only stammer out, "Well, uhm, I..."

Saving him, I said, "Daphne hasn't been on skates in years," since
before his parents' death, actually, "and she's grown a bit since
then.  She might nÿt be real steady on her ankles."

Jason smiled.  "Well, if you're worried about falling, I assure you, I
will stay by your side and be there to catch you."

"I don't know.  Aaa," he said almost saying aunt, "cousin Sarah?"

"You're an old enough girl to make your own decision.  Jason's
gentleman enough not to try to take advantage of you, if that's what
you're worried abouÿ."

Jason stood up as straight as he could.  "Milady, I assure you, your
honor is safe with me."

"Uhm, okay, I'll go get changed."  As Jason skated away, Daphne leaned
down and asked, "Aunt Sarah, may I borrow your credit card?"

"You have enough for a couple hours skating rental in your purse."

"Yeah, but not for a new skating outfit."

I sighed.  He was right, of course.  The blue dress he was in really
wasn't something he could skate in.  But as I fished the card out of
my wallet, I ÿeased him, saying, "You've sure got the woman's shopping
thing down."

He just kissed me on the cheek.  "Thanks."

Before he ran off, I pulled him close, saying, "You be careful out
there.  When I told Jason you had grown, we both know it wasn't just
in height.   Youÿre a little more top heavy than the last time you hit
the ice."

"Okay, I will."

After Daphne ran off, Elizabeth (who had been scarfing burgers during
all this) asked, "Can I go with her?"

"No, hun."

"Why not?"

"Because whether or not she realizes it, Daphne's about to have her
first date.  And that's not something a little sister should be part
of."

"Oh."  Elizabeth finished off all her food and then Daphne's while
Daphne skated (magic takes a lot of energy to do).

When Daphne came from the locker rooms, he was dressed in a sweater
designed with his school's colors and a short skirt to match.  At
first, Daphne wasÿunsteady on his feet, and, true to his word, every
time Daphne fell Jason wús there to catch him.  But then Daphne got
his "ice legs" back and he and Júson became a vision on the ice,
skating together like two professional figuÿe skaters.  (David had
been a great skater, and his Mother and he had made ÿegular trips to
the ice rink when he was young.   But after his parents' deaÿh, David
refused to even consider putting on a pair of skates.)

After about a half hour, Elizabeth went and played in the arcade,
while I chaperoned.  An hour later, Daphne and Jason went back to the
locker room.   Aÿfew minutes later, Jason came out, then, a little
later, Daphne followed.  ÿason escorted him back to the able, where he
gave Daphne a good-bye kiss (cúusing her to blush furiously) and went
on his way.

"So how'd you like your first date?"

"That wasn't a date.  It was just two friends skating together."

"Hun, David and Jason might be friends, but Jason barely knows Daphne.
And friends don't give friends good-bye kisses."  Daphne blushed
deeply.  "So aÿe you going to go out with him again?"

"Aunt Sarah!"

"What?  Again with the Aunt Sarahs?  Are you going to go out with him
again?  We both know Jason would never lay a finger on you, no matter
what you loÿk like."

"Well, if he calls before I turn back, I might consider it."

I smiled.  "Go get your sister.  She's in the arcade.  It's time to go
home."We went home, laughing and joking all the way.

We spent the rest of Christmas vacation doing much the same, getting
out and about to get Daphne as much real world exposure as possible.
Surprisinglyÿ Jason made no effort to contact Daphne.  And, by the end
of school break, ÿhen David had not reemerged, we called the school,
giving them our fake stoÿy of a family emergency, and proceeded to
move out of town.  I decided to mÿve back to L.A. where my ex-fiancee,
Andrea, still lived.  Andrea, like me,ÿwas a teacher, and I figured
she could help smooth Daphne's experience at hÿs new school.

When we arrived, she met us at the airport, and we returned to her
house.  After getting settled in, and getting the kids to sleep, she
and I went downÿtairs and had a cup of coffee.  After a bit of idle
chatter, she asked, "Soÿwhat happened to your nephew, or should I be
taking a closer look at Daphneÿ"

I smiled.  "You guessed it.  Daphne is really David."

"So David's a Witch like you?"

"Actually, Elizabeth is the Witch.  David's just an unfortunate victim
of his being nasty at exactly the wrong moment."  Quickly, I outlined
what had húppened.

"So if Daphne really learns what it's like to have big tits, she'll
revert back to a he?"

"That's the rub.  I have no idea.  All I can say is that it's one
possibility."

"By the way, I want to thank you."

"For what?"

"I look like a 35 year old, despite being 45.  I assume that's your
doing?"

"Well, it's the least I could do.  A simple age slowing spell.  I felt
I owed it to you."  I yawned deeply.  "Oh, I'm a lot more tired than I
thought.  ÿI better get to bed.  Or to couch."

"Y'know, you don't have to sleep on that couch.  I've still got the
bed we bought, before...  Well, you know."

"Andrea, I appreciate it.  But I still don't have any interest in
women.  At least, not in that way."

Andrea looked disappointed.  "Well, then we'll be a couple of
girlfriends sleeping together."  She took my hands.  "I missed you
these last fifteen yeaÿs."

I suddenly felt really awkward, but said, "Well, I guess if you
understand there's to be no hanky-panky."

She crossed her heart.  "Promise."

We slept together that night, and the only thing that happened was
that Andrea snuggled in against me, pressing her tits to my back.  It
was a nice feeÿing, being in the arms of someone who loves you, but it
really did do nothiÿg for me.

The next day Andrea got Daphne and Elizabeth registered at their new
school while I went house hunting.  I was briefly tempted to stay at
Andrea's on hþr generous offer, but one week after regular school
restarted would be the ÿestart of my Witch school, and I needed to get
a house with a big basement ÿhat I could load up with defensive
spells, just in case some student lost cÿntrol of a spell they were
trying.

Over the next month things went pretty smoothly.  Daphne was getting
along fine.  Surprisingly, Daphne turned out to be a straight A
student (David onlÿ had a 2.6 GPA). Elizabeth was doing great in her
own studies (both mundaneÿand supernatural).  And Andrea was a regular
visitor to our house.  Then shþ sprung a little surprise on me, for
which I will be eternally grateful to ÿer.

It seemed innocent enough.  Her nephew was coming into town on the
same day as a parent/teacher conference, so she asked me to pick him
up at the airpoÿt.  I had no problem with it and no prior obligation
so I agreed.   Now I meÿ her nephew, Peter, but at the time, he was a
pimply faced little 14 year oÿd who insisted on bothering his Aunt
Andrea and her fiancee at every opportÿnity.  So I go to the airport
with a sign with his name on it and wait at tÿe gate.  Then I saw him.
This absolute hunk with pecs that begged to be stÿoked and an ass of
steel stepped from the airplane.  I think I was lucky noÿ to be
drooling as I stared at his chiseled physique.  Then, when he came
oÿer and introduced himself as Peter I could barely stammer out a
greeting.  ÿ felt like a bloody fool, barely saying two words at a
time as we got his lÿggage.  When we got to Andrea's house, she had
left a message on the machinþ saying that she would be real late, and
suggested that I take Peter out onÿthe town.

When Peter agreed, I decided that I was going to do everything short
of magic to seduce him.  I quickly called Daphne, letting him know not
to wait up ÿor me, then we went out.  Over the course of the evening,
I tried every triük I could to get him to ask me back to his room.
And you know what it got ÿe?  Nothing.  Nada, zip, zero.  The big
goose egg.  As we left the movie thþater, and got into the rental he
had (Peter was a successful lawyer and gotÿa big luxury car) I decided
to try blunt honesty.  "Peter, I don't know if ÿou've realized it, but
if you decided to take liberties with me, I would puÿ NO effort into
fighting you off."

Peter blushed a little and said, "I noticed."

"Don't you find me attractive?"

"Oh no, it's not that.  Hell, you're probably the best looking girl
I've ever met."

"So what?"  I dropped my voice a little.  "Are you... gay?"

"No.  Well, maybe.  Well..."  Peter let out a deep breath and said,
"It's just that I've got this... thing for transsexuals.  Chicks with
dicks."  My hþart jumped into my throat.  Could it be?  Could Peter
maybe be interested iÿ me as I was?  No spells to get rid of my dick?
"And I don't consider themÿguys," he went on, "which is why I really
don't consider myself gay."

I took his hand.  "Handsome, you should've told me a lot earlier."  I
put his hand in my crotch.  "We could've saved ourselves a lot of game
playing."

Peter looked at me, amazement in his eyes.  He looked me up and down,
clearly not believing that a woman who looked like, well, like me,
could possiblyÿbe a she-male.  He leaned forward at the same time as I
did.  Our lips met ÿn a gentle way.  We kissed, Peter's hand never
leaving my crotch.  Peter's ÿree hand started stroking my body as he
started rubbing my dick through my ÿkirt.  We started crawling all
over one another.  We probably would've starÿed humping each other
right there in the parking lot, if Peter hadn't bumpeý the horn as we
moved.  We stopped, looked at each other and laughed.

Peter drove us to a hotel where we got a room.  We were French kissing
even before we got into the room.  As soon as the door closed behind
us, we starÿed disrobing each other.  Peter pulled my blouse off as I
practically rippeý his shirt from his body.  I kissed and rubbed his
chest as he unzipped andÿremoved my skirt.  In just my underwear, I
went to my knees before him, tooÿ off his pants and underwear, and
sucked his now erect dick into my mouth. ÿI slowly moved up and down
on his dick.  I quickly had him moaning and thraÿhing.

Before I could get him to cum (I love the taste of semen) he reached
down and pulled me up so quickly that I found myself flying through
the air.  He cúught me in his strong arms and we kissed as he carried
me to the bedroom.  ÿe carefully lay me on the bed and with practiced
ease unsnapped my bra.  Asÿhe pulled the bra from my arms, he gently
kissed and loved my tits.  And, jÿst as quickly as I had earlier, he
had me thrashing on the bed, but unlike ÿe, he got me to cum, spraying
the inside of my panties with my cum.

He lay beside me, and we kissed.  "As soon as you're ready," he said,
"I'd like to fuck you silly.  If you don't mind, that is."

"Mind?" I said as I removed my panties, exposing my still hard dick
(one of the advantages of becoming a woman through Transformation, I
was multi-orgaÿmic), "I'm ready now!"

Peter was amazed.  "Wow.  I've never seen a dick that big on a
she-male before."  (I only have a 6" dick, but most she-males' dicks
shrink due to the hÿrmones they take.  Another advantage of a
Transformation sex change).

"Does that turn you off?"

"No way.  Anything but."  He took my dick in hand and started
stroking.

I moaned loudly.  "Oh, that's so good."  He kissed me as my hips
started thrusting up into his hand.  "Please," I begged, "I want you
inside me."

He let go of my dick and said, "Anything for a lady."  I flipped over
and got on my hands and knees.  He got behind me and started tonguing
my ass.   Afÿer a little while of this I was writhing about in
ecstasy.  Peter then got ÿn his knees behind me, pressing his dick
against my asshole.  He pressed inÿslowly, far too slowly for my
tastes, and he was surprised as I shoved my hÿps backwards, jamming
him in to the hilt inside me.  I started squeezing hiÿ dick with my
ass muscles, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.  Peter tÿen
reached around, took my dick and one of my breasts in hand, massaging
eaüh as we started moving together.  Soon, I was cumming, spraying all
over thþ bedsheets, but I surprised Peter as I lost none of my
hardness and just keÿt bucking in sexual fury.  I came twice more
before Peter finally came insiýe my ass.

We collapsed together on the bed (me lying in my own cum).  We rolled
apart and kissed.  Seeing I was still hard, Peter then sucked me
through two moreÿorgasms.  Then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, we had a quickie, showered together, then drove back to
my house.  Seeing Andrea's car there we went inside.  "What are you
doing here?" ÿ asked.

Andrea smiled.  "I figured you'd want some time alone together, so I
stayed here last night."

I went over and, whispering, asked, "Do you know about Peter's...
sexual desires?"

"Of course."

"You're a sneak."  I gave Andrea a kiss on her lips.  "And I love you
for it."

"Well," she said with an impish look, "I figured that if I couldn't
have you, at least I can keep you in the family," to which we both
smiled.

The next couple weeks went about the same (with Peter and I becoming a
real item) until Daphne did something (to me) totally unexpected.  He
started daÿing guys.  On the first date, I was worried about him.  If
this had been Jaÿon I wouldn't have worried, but this was Jack Davis,
the local captain of tÿe football team, a boy who tended to swagger
about like he owned the world.ÿ He also had a reputation as a
womanizer that even I had heard of.  So, I dÿd something I'm not proud
of.  I cast a spell to spy on the two of them.

The first part of the date went innocently enough.  They went to a
movie, and the only thing the boy did was put his arm around Daphne's
shoulder.   Aftþr the movie, the two of them went out for pizza.  Then
they went to Eldsmorþ Park, the local make-out point (Peter and I had
visited it a couple times)ÿ  They started kissing and groping each
other.  Then, when Jack's hands staÿted working their way down
Daphne's body and I thought I'd have to get invoÿved, Daphne grabbed
Jack's hand and returned it to his tit.  "Uh-uh," he toÿd Jack,
"everything below my waist, I'm keeping for the person I intend to
ÿpend the rest of my life with."

"Good girl," I thought.

But then Jack resorted to the old teenage boy standby, "Oh, come on,
baby.  You've got me all hot and bothered.  It's not fair to leave me
hanging."

I was furious, and about ready to step through and throttle him.  But
then I was shocked when Daphne reached down and undid Jack's pants.
"Handsome," ýaphne said, "I said everything below my waist.  In case
you haven't noticedÿ my mouth doesn't count."  Then Daphne did
something that stunned me into iÿmobility.  He pulled out Jack's dick,
leaned down and gave Jack a blow job.ÿ I stood there and watched with
the fascination of someone staring at an auÿo accident.  Daphne moved
with the motion of an expert cocksucker (of coursþ Jack just sat there
not reciprocating) and soon had Jack blowing his wad, únd Daphne
actually swallowed it all.

After Jack came, the two of them snuggled together, Jack finally
making some effort to stroke Daphne's tits.  Then Daphne told him,
"Jack, I know that ûoys get together and talk about their conquests."
Jack started to deny it,ÿbut Daphne interrupted him, "If you want to
tell others about my cocksuckinÿ, I don't mind," shocking me yet
again, "but if you ever tell anyone you goÿ further then that," Daphne
grabbed Jack's hand and pressed it firmly to hiÿ tit, "you will never
touch me again."

Daphne gave Jack another blow job and then they came home.  Daphne
went upstairs without an explanation, but with a big smile on his
face.  I couldn't ÿay anything, after all, I had been spying on him,
and he had done nothing uÿder duress, and it was up to him what he did
on a date.

Daphne and Jack broke up after a month, but Daphne quickly had another
steady (when you look like a total knockout with 36G tits and have a
reputation ús a superb cocksucker, finding teenage boys that want to
go out with you isÿno chore).  This went on for the next three months
when Elizabeth's powers ÿtabilized.  But, by that time, Daphne's body
had adapted to Elizabeth's speÿl (I had tied mine to hers, so if hers
were canceled, mine would go too).  ûut Daphne didn't seem
disappointed in the slightest when I told him.

Daphne graduated a half month later, with all of us (Peter and Andrea
too) attending the ceremony.  Then, a couple days after the ceremony,
Daphne surpÿised me yet again.  "Aunt Sarah?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"Could I ask a big favor?"

"Sure."

"Would you talk Peter into doing me?"

I sat there amazed.  "Doing you?  As in..."

"Fucking me."

I'm not sure how long I sat there just staring at Daphne, but
eventually I asked, "Have you thought about this?"

"Yes, I have.  I was thinking about it, and I felt that maybe I had to
experience sex with boys with these," waving at his tits, "to break
the spell.   ÿ've been sucking cock on my dates, but apparently that's
not enough.   SinceÿI know Peter won't freak at my having a cock, I
was wondering if I could...ÿ"borrow" him."

I thought about it.  His logic was sound.  Part of learning what
having big tits was about might have been sexual (particularly since
the spell had beeÿ cast by a teenager).  "Okay, we'll ask him
tomorrow."  Daphne smiled and rún to his room.

The next day, we asked Peter to fuck Daphne.  After Daphne exposed
himself to Peter, and after Peter made sure I was okay with it, he
took Daphne upstaÿrs and made love to him as a woman.  After he came
down and I saw him to thþ door, Andrea called me upstairs (she had
been there and went upstairs righÿ after Peter came out).

I went upstairs and sitting in the middle of the bed, holding his
knees, was David.  The spell had been broken.  I thought David would
be ecstatic, butÿhe sure didn't show it.  In fact, David reverted to
type.  Worse, he becameÿeven more sullen, moody, and nasty then he had
ever been.

Now my problem.  As David, David is a troubled youth who is a problem
to all around him, but as Daphne, he's much happier, as well as more
pleasant.   Sÿ, do I change him back (almost assuredly against his
will) or leave him to ÿork it out on his own?

*****************

Hi.  Daphne here.  This part of the story is being written five years
after the last.  As you may have guessed, Aunt Sarah decided to change
me back, mÿstly due to my own nastiness, but that's getting ahead of
the story.   Firstÿ I'll tell you why I'm writing this addendum to my
story, then go back and ÿill in details that Aunt Sarah didn't know
about.

First, what happened to Aunt Sarah.  A couple months after I
graduated, Peter proposed.  It took a while for Aunt Sarah to say yes,
because there's a rÿle that if a Witch marries a human, she's required
to tell the human what sÿe really is.  Personally, I think it's a
little silly, but apparently thereÿs been some bad history with
Witches not telling human mates, and them findÿng out later.  Peter
was shocked, but eventually got used to the idea, and ÿhey were
married next March.  Shortly after their marriage, we all moved
inÿtogether.  By all, I mean, me, Lizard, Aunt Sarah, Peter, and
Andrea.  A coÿple years later Peter asked if there was any way the two
of them could prodÿce a natural child (adoption of non-blood relations
is prohibited amongst Wÿtches except in extreme cases).  Since Aunt
Sarah's status as a she-male isÿthe result of her Transformation, the
only way to manage it was for Peter tÿ under go a spell making it
possible for him to carry the child.  After a fþw weeks considering
it, he agreed (shocking all of us).  He sold off his laÿ practice, and
had Aunt Sarah turn him into a fully functioning hermaphrodite,
complete with dick, cunt, womb, and small breasts (A cup I think).
He'sÿnow pregnant with their second child.

Sarah and Peter went off on their Anniversary a week ago, and the rest
of us decided to use the opportunity to do some real house cleaning.
(I hate toÿadmit it, but we all have gotten too used to Aunt Sarah and
Lizard using maÿic to clean up.)  That was when I found this journal
of my origins as Daphnþ.  I decided to write this addendum to fill in
Aunt Sarah about some of theÿstuff that happened that she wasn't
directly aware of.

First, about my "date" with Jason (and I still don't think I'd call it
that).  First off, let me say something about my relationship with
Jason, about ýavid's relationship that is.  I had no idea why Jason
wanted to be friends ÿith me (I found out a couple days ago, but
that's getting ahead of the storÿ).  Jason was a straight A student
who hung out with the best people, I barþly managed a B minus average,
and I hung out with..., well with hoodlums.  ûut, as David, I did
enjoy Jason's company.  But as Daphne, while we were skúting, strange
thoughts kept entering my head.  I kept seeing myself on my búck, with
Jason laying on top of me, kissing me, and, I can freely admit nowÿ
fucking me.  At the time, I thought that something had happened to
Aunt Saÿah's spells, and they were at fault.   Now I realize that it
was just my bisþxual nature emerging in my female body.  I spent the
rest of Christmas vacaÿion hoping he would call, and was heartbroken
when he didn't.

After we moved, on the night Aunt Sarah hooked up with Peter, Andrea
came over for a visit.  Since Aunt Sarah used mostly narrative, I'll
try the same.ÿ Andrea walked in the door.  "Hi, Andrea.  What's up?" I
asked.

"Oh, I set your Aunt up on a date with my nephew and thought I'd come
over and we could have a slumber party."

Lizard clapped her hands.  "That sounds like fun!" she said.

We popped up some popcorn, and watched cheezy horror flicks until
Lizard fell asleep.  I carried her upstairs, and put her in bed.  I
then came down aný Andrea and I talked.  Eventually, she said,
"Daphne, I know about your oncþ having been David."  I was a little
worried, but figured that Aunt Sarah kÿew what she was doing.  "I was
wondering, how complete was your change?"

"Complete?"

"Do you have a cunt?"

"No.  I've still got my dick."

"Are you... like your Aunt?"

"Well, I said I've still got my dick like she does."

"No.  I mean, are you interested in boys?"

"Hell no!  Pardon my French."  At this point, I was still unwilling to
admit I was attracted to guys.  "I only like girls."

"What about women?  Older women, in specific?"

"Well, if they're pretty enough."

"What do you think of me?"

"Oh, if they were as pretty as you, I'd have no problem."

Then Andrea shocked me by leaning forward and planting a kiss right on
my lips (okay, yeah, I was shocked.  Any readers probably saw this
coming a whilþ ago).  Then, before I could recover, she reached up and
started massaging ÿy tits.  At that point my dick got so hard that I'm
surprised that I didn'tÿrip my panties.  She then undid my blouse and
bra, freeing my tits to the oÿen air.  I squirmed down on my back as
she licked and sucked my tits.  She ÿept one hand on my tits as she
removed my skirt, slip and panties, keeping ÿe unable to think with
pleasure.  She then mounted me (she hadn't been wearÿng any panties
under her skirt), while keeping up the loving on my tits.  Sÿe brought
me to the edge, then kept me there, not allowing me to cum until ÿhe
came, then we collapsed together, hugging and cuddling.

"Thanks," I said.

She kissed me.  "No problem.  I've wanted to do that for a while."

"But we only met a month ago."

Andrea got a guilty look on her face.  "Well, I've wanted to make it
with a chick with a dick ever since your Aunt originally became your
Aunt.  Do youÿmind?  I mean, I do find you attractive as well."

"No, I guess not."

"Besides, I had another motive for doing it with you."

"What was that?"

"Sarah told me about what it might take to get you back to normal."

"And?"

"Well, I don't have huge tits like you.  Mine are only 34B, but I've
always considered part of the fun in having tits was the sex.  Letting
your partneÿ play with them while you made love."

"Well, I guess it didn't work, but thanks anyways.  It was fun
trying."

"Well, maybe."

"Maybe what?"

Andrea sighed.  "I hate to have to tell you this, and, mind you, it's
only a theory, but, since most girls only do it with boys,..."

"I might need to have sex with a boy to get rid of these," I
completed.  Andrea only nodded.  "I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Well, don't rush yourself.  It's only an unproven theory.  Besides, I
find you really sexy as is."  Andrea kissed me again.  We did it a
couple more tÿmes that night before Aunt Sarah returned in the
morning.

It took me a couple weeks, but I finally decided to put Andrea's
theory to the test.  Actually, that's not 100% accurate.  I finally
decided to put herÿtheory to the test when Jack Davis asked me out.
Now, by Aunt Sarah's storÿ, you get the gist of Jack.  He really was a
sleaze.  But, oh god, was he aÿcute sleaze.  But I think what really
decided me was seeing the look of totúl jealousy on the face of this
girl who had been really nasty towards me beüause of my "assets" when
Jack asked me out.

Anyways, after I sucked Jack's dick, I did feel this strange, but
brief feeling in my tits.  I felt then that I was on the right track,
but hadn't goneÿfar enough.  I decided to put off gong all the way.  I
told myself that theÿreason was that I didn't want to go through all
the trouble of moving againÿwhen I became David again, but the truth
was that I was having too much funÿas Daphne.  Trouble was, shortly
after I started sucking off Jack, I becameÿa real cocksucking slut.
While Jack and I were steadies, I couldn't get enÿugh of him.  And
when we broke up, I became a real tramp about it.  I even ÿnce sucked
off the entire baseball team after a win of theirs.

Now that really scared me.  And, once I graduated, I asked Aunt Sarah
about getting Peter to have sex with me.  It only took a few minutes
after the acÿ for the spell to be broken, and I reverted to David.  I
resolved to try toÿbe more pleasant and a better student as David.  I
really did.  But somethiÿg always seemed to keep me from succeeding,
and, as Aunt Sarah pointed out,ÿI actually became nastier than ever.

Then came that fateful day.  I still remember it well.  Aunt Sarah
came into my room as I was getting dressed to go out and meet with
some new "hoodlumÿ friends I had met at the mall.  "David, I'd like to
speak to you." she saiý.

"Later."

"No.  I don't think so."

"Too bad.  I'm an adult now.  I go where I please."  I tried to
shoulder my way past her, but she was having none of that.  I suddenly
found myself flyÿng through the air, and landing in a chair in my
room, unable to move.  "Whút?  What's going on?"

"A simple spell."

"But you didn't recite any rhymes."

"David, I'm a teacher of Witches, most of whom are 13 years old.  A
group not known for its calm, sedate behavior.  I've Mastered spells
to stick recalüitrant students in their seats, unable to move."

"Let me go!" I demanded.

"Not until we talk."

"Screw you!"  I know.  Not the brightest thing to say to the most
powerful Witch on the planet, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight.

Then she did it.

"By the power of the hellfire's burn, Let Daphne and all she had now
return."

The magic swirled around the room, changing it back to the more
feminine version I had as Daphne, and changing me and, thankfully, my
clothes into Daphÿe.  Then I felt the spells holding me in place
release.  As I stood, Aunt Súrah stepped up to me.  "Now, if you
promise to be good, I'll change you bacÿ into David."

"NO!" I screamed as I tried to back away from her.

She then gave me a confused look.  "You want to be Daphne?"

"I...  It's just...  Oh, Aunt Sarah!"  I collapsed into her arms,
crying and bawling like a baby, and confessed just what kind of girl
I'd become.  "I ÿant to be Daphne.  I'm just scared of what will
happen to me.  I don't knowÿwhy I act like I do."

"I think I do."

I looked up at her, barely able to see her through my tears.  "What?"

"The same thing that makes you such a nasty David.  You've never
resolved your feelings about your parents' death.  And, now more than
ever, I'm sure iÿ's more than just grief.  Would you please talk to
me?"

I collapsed into her arms.  "Oh, Auntie.  It was my fault, all my
fault." "Your fault?  You mean your parents' death?  What makes you
say that?  They were killed by a drunk driver.  You know that."

"But I made them late.  We were playing soccer at school, and I scored
the point that sent us into overtime.  If our game hadn't run over,
they would'vþ left earlier and wouldn't have been in the intersection
when that drunk plÿwed into them."

Aunt Sarah held me close.  "Oh, hun, is that what you think?"  I
nodded, unable to speak.  "Well, that's silly.  But since I know just
saying that won'ÿ change things, I'll show you...

"As a criminal is tailed, Let the changed past be unveiled."

I wiped the tears from my eyes as a magical circle appeared in the
air.  I saw the image appear of me at my game.  But this time, instead
of me making ÿhat last second goal, the opposing goalie blocked it.
We, meaning me, mom,ÿdad, and Lizard, went home dejected, instead of
in high spirits.  Mom and dúd got dressed for their PTA meeting, and
left at the same time as in the "rþal" version, once again getting
killed by the drunk at the same time.

As the circle faded, I sniffed and asked, "Is that really what
would've happened?"

"Yes, hun.  You may not remember, but your dad was a real time freak.
Always insisting on doing everything at exactly the same time.  I ran
that spellÿa few dozen times after they died, changing different
details every time.  ÿhere were a few things that could've been done
to stop it.  But they were tÿings like the bartender not serving him
after he got drunk, or friends not ÿetting him drive drunk.  But there
was nothing that any of us could've doneÿto stop it."

After that, both of us cried for a while.  Then Aunt Sarah asked, "Now
do you really want to remain as Daphne, or do you want to change back
to David?"ÿ I rubbed my eyes, and said, "I think I want to be Daphne,
but I better give it a try as a nicer David first."

Aunt Sarah then changed me back, but a month later, I asked to be
changed into Daphne for good.  And, as simple as that, David
disappeared.  All my stuÿf became a girl's, in fact, all my records
(birth certificate, school transüripts, etc.) now said I was Daphne.
I changed everywhere except one, in thþ hearts and minds of the people
who knew David.  Which brings us back to Jaÿon.

I graduated pre-law about two years ago, after only three years in
college, with a 4.0 GPA.  I quickly got a job as a paralegal at a
local law firm, aný am now working on my law degree.  About a year
ago, one month after most oÿ the kids I went to high school with
graduated from college, we got a knockÿon the door.  I opened the
door, and Jason barged in.  "Where's David?" he ýemanded, anger and
desperation evident in his voice.  I just stammered a biÿ, I mean,
what could I say?  "I've been looking for him for the last month,ÿand
there's no evidence of him even existing.  The school records even
listÿyou as the student that went to school with me for three and a
half years."ÿ "Jason, calm down."

"I will not be calm. I want-"  Suddenly he stopped moving.  I saw Aunt
Sarah enter the room.

"Different version of the spell I cast on you a few years back.  He's
not even aware of what's going on."

"Can you cast a spell to make him think I was always Daphne?"

Aunt Sarah shook her head.  "You know I won't tamper with minds unless
I have to."

"Can't you just change the image of how he remembers me?  That
wouldn't be too much, would it?"

"And how do you think that'll work when he remembers the two of you
changing in the locker rooms before the gym classes you took
together?"

I briefly suppressed a giggle.  "Well, what can I do?  I can't tell
him the truth."

"Why not?"

I stopped.  "I can reveal that you and Lizard are... Witches?"

"Yes.  If he doesn't take it well, removal of the last few minutes
from his memory can be done safely."

"Okay.  Can you calm him down when you release him?"

Aunt Sarah cast the same spell she had on me when I was freaking about
having tits and released him.  "-to know what happened to David,"
Jason continueý in a much calmer voice.

I took Jason by the arm, and sat him on the couch.  "Jason, what I'm
about to tell you may seem fantastic, but, I assure you, all of it is
true."  I quÿckly outlined the story of my time as Daphne, and how I
got to be like thatÿ

"You expect me to believe that."

I looked to Aunt Sarah.

"Tugs in the harbor bring ships in tow, Let Daphne's old form now
briefly show."

I felt the magic embrace my body, as it shifted back into its old,
male form.  I was still in my dress, and hadn't gained any height
back, but there I ÿas.  Jason started and stared dumbfounded.  After a
few minutes, he finallyÿsaid, "But, why did you choose to stay as
Daphne?"

"Because I'm happier as Daphne.  Even after I resolved my guilt over
my parents death I was just not as happy as David as I was as Daphne."

"But don't you think you might be happy as David."

My body shimmered and I was Daphne once more.  "Maybe, but it's a moot
point.  I'm Daphne now."

"But, couldn't you give it a try?"

I was getting a little annoyed now.  "No.  This is who I am now.  Get
over it."  I expected some kind of reproachment from Aunt Sarah for
being so inseÿsitive, but she had slipped from the room at some point.
I then expected sÿme kind of argument from Jason, but what I got was
totally unexpected.  He ûroke down into tears, burying his face in his
hands.  I felt very ashamed aÿd put my arm around his shoulder.
"There, there," I said, as comfortingly ús possible.  "What's wrong?
Why is my being David so important to you?"

Jason took a few seconds to get it together, but finally said,
"Because I love David."

I was shocked.  "You love David?  But, I've seen you ogling my Aunt.
And you never said or did anything to let me know you were gay in High
School." "I was afraid to admit my feelings.  But every time I got
near you, I wanted to wrap my arms around you and kiss and hug you.
As for ogling your Aunt,ÿI'm not that gay.  I'm not sure anyone is."

I laughed.  "Yeah, she is a looker, isn't she?"

Jason sniffed a bit.  "Yeah, but I didn't really think of her
sexually.  Every time I saw her, I could only think of you."

I grabbed a Kleenex and started wiping his eyes.  "And even after four
years apart, you still wanted me enough to come look for me.  That's
sweet."

Jason kept his eyes on the carpet in front of him.  "I told you.  I
loved you.  In college, I was able to be more open about my feelings,
but every timþ I sucked off a guy or fucked, or got fucked by another
guy, you were the fúntasy that popped into my head.  Now, I guess my
fantasies about sucking yoÿr dick will never come to pass."

"Well, if you don't mind it being on a more feminine form, I'd be
willing to let you do it now."

"What do you mean?  I thought you said you became a girl?"

"Actually, she-male would be a more appropriate term, I guess.  I
decided to keep my cock.  My girlfriend and I have too much fun with
it."

Jason's eyes drifted to my crotch.  "So you still like girls?"

"Oh, yeah.  I like boys, too.  But getting it on with a girl, and
having our tits rub together as we fuck is an excitement you wouldn't
believe."

"May I... see it?"

I smiled and raised my skirt and slip.  Jason looked at my dick,
encased in my sheer panties.  His hand began to drift towards it, when
he stopped and úsked, "May I touch it?"

"Jason," I told him, "if you're willing to go up to my room where it's
a little more private, I'll let you do just about anything you want
with it."

Jason stood and extended his hand to me like a proper gentleman.  I
took it and he gently helped me to stand.  He then picked me up in his
arms, gettinÿ a surprised gasp from me.  "Where to?" he asked.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "Top of the stairs, first
room on the right."  I should mention here that when Lizard turned
fifteen, she fÿnally insisted on getting a room of her own (of course,
acting like it had ûeen my idea all along that we share a room).  

We kissed as he carried me up the stairs to my room.  That first day,
he sucked and fucked me silly.  He was a great cocksucker and a fair
lay, after aÿl, he had never been with a woman before.  But, more
importantly, he was anÿavid student, willing to learn what it takes to
really please me.  He even ÿent so far as to have Lizard change him
into a she-male like me for a monthÿ so he could learn what I go
through in my life.  Although he admitted likiÿg the feeling of breast
rubbing between us, he chose to stay as Jason, and ÿe became steadies.

I now spend my nights alternating between his and Andrea's beds
(Andrea became my girl and Aunt Sarah couldn't be more pleased).
Thankfully neither isÿjealous of the other.  For my sake, Jason tried
to become Andrea's lover, bÿt full girls just aren't his bag.  Now
he's attending medical school, whileÿI attend law school.  About a
month ago, he proposed.  We intend to wait tiÿl we're both out of
school, before tying the knot.  He's agreed to move in ÿith all of us,
and become part of our extended family.

I couldn't be happier.

Daphne 


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