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A Change of Direction: An Alternative Ending to Mike
Allegretto's Change of Pace
1997 by Tigger
Based upon and derived from the situations and characters
developed by Mike Allegretto and Caitlin B. in their
collaborative story, "A Change of Pace", posted 2/16/97
on ASSTG. Written and published with the express permission
of the original authors. No archiving or redistribution of
this work is permitted without this copyright attribution
included, intact and complete, in the posting/archiving.
Archiving/publication of this author's work on any system that
requires payment in any form is prohibited by the author and
is in violation of my copyright to Chapters 7 and beyond.
The following is a work of erotic fiction. It is
intended for the entertainment of mature, legally adult
individuals living in areas where the possession and enjoyment
of such material is legal. If you are not legally an
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A Change of Direction
Chapter 24
Christmas Break at last, thought Jacqui, as she happily moved
toward the bus stop. Marcus was home and she was ready for
him. Now, if he'd just pass her teensie little test, she was
going to make him a very lucky and very happy young man.
Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan
1 Year 4 Months 21 days A. T.
I am really ashamed of myself. My little test of Marcus went
just as I had dreamed it would and now I feel bad that I ever
doubted him in the slightest.
Jealousy is not a productive emotion. I do not like the way
it feels.
So, what did I do? I tempted him and I teased him - quite
outrageously. In disguise. I used my shape shifting ability
to become a red haired sex bomb. Think of a cross between
Geena Davis and Pamela Anderson Lee. I thought about doing
Scully for sentimental reasons, but in the end, I discarded
that idea for all the obvious reasons.
Marcus was waiting for me at the student union at my college
here in town. At the last moment, I called and told him I had
gotten tied up with my advisor and would be late. Then I
showed up in my little disguise and tried to entice him into a
little indiscretion.
He was wonderful. Polite, but not encouraging. Friendly, but
just a bit distant. I know I was hot - I had almost every guy
in the room trying to figure out how to hit on me, but my
Marcus just smiled and excused himself to leave.
I felt like a rat. I was *very* nice to him when I did see
him as myself to make it up to him. Even if he did not know
who the redhead was.
At first, he was hesitant to make love to my ass. He worried
that I was only offering to give him my ass because I felt
"guilty" about wanting to keep my virginity. I never
appreciated before this how very hard it is for a woman to
rape a man, and it is particularly to rape a man using your
butt. But I tried. It was pretty funny, actually, and that
is what finally did him in. He figured if I could laugh, I
was really enjoying it. It took a little doing (and a LOT of
grease), but we finally did it.
I showed him the book Bronwyn gave me (no, I did not tell him
where I got it. I did not tell him that I'd been practicing,
either.) and we spent the afternoon trying out a few
positions. I particularly like the one where we are face to
face with me on the bottom and my hips are riding up on his
thighs a bit. In that position, his pubic bone glides up and
down the length of my clit whenever he strokes in and out.
Yeeeee haaaaaa!
I also like the book's recommended cleansing ritual after each
time we make love that way. The one where I see to it that
his penis is properly and *thoroughly* cleaned? As I think I
have said in this journal before, I *love* teasing him.
Amazing what you can do to even a very tired cock with nice
soapy hands and a gentle touch.
For all that, I think we will be working on his oral skills
for next couple of days. We seem to have overdone, today.
Sitting is a constant reminder of today's adventures. And I
don't even want to *think* about having to go to the bathroom.
End Journal Entry
*****************
In late January, the two young people bid each other a sad
farewell and returned to their respective colleges for the
start of their Spring Term studies. Jacqui, however, also had
another course of study that was also going to demand her
attention, as well.
Bronwyn had left San Bernardino on some type of business trip
right after the New Year, but not before she had made the girl
a promise. Sensitive to Jacqui's new sexual experience and
her heightened self awareness, Bronwyn and Laurie had decided
that it was finally time to begin teaching Jacqui the
fundamentals of the Transformation Spell. Unfortunately,
before they could begin the training, the trip to Texas had
come up.
Jacqui was in class that afternoon in early February when
Bronwyn had returned to California. Laurie met her at the
airport and then drove them both straight back to her house.
"How did it go with Bobbie?" Laurie asked the obviously
exhausted Bronwyn once they were on the Freeway.
Her head resting against the seat and her eyes closed, Bronwyn
responded. "Fine. Roberta and her unborn son are doing well,
and are on track for a mid-March birth. I visited her doctor
while I was in Austin, and he is pleased with the progress of
the pregnancy. As to our other concern, I completed the
training her Mother left undone when she died last fall. She
is now fully ready to be the parent of a future member of the
Sisterhood."
"So she knows the Birth Rites now, and understands their
importance?"
"Yes. And she is knows all she needs to know about the
Transformation Spell, too. I think she may have figured out
the importance of nursing the child, but I did not tell her
that. I just made sure she understood how important it is for
children of the Sisterhood to be nursed immediately."
"Jacqui will be disappointed you are so tired. I think she
has a surprise planned for you."
Bronwyn snorted. "I think it will have to wait until I have
slept about five days." The car pulled into the drive and
Bronwyn opened her eyes, surprised to be home so soon. "Hey,
this is your house."
"Yep. You are bushed, and in need of some serious pampering.
Jacqui will see that you get it. If I took you home, you
would be up too soon working on your latest suspense novel."
"Its overdue." was Bronwyn's weak protest.
"And a few more days won't make a difference. Now it is your
choice. Go to bed on your own, or with a healer's push."
Grumbling, Bronwyn got out of the car. "Since I do want to
wake up in a few days, I will do it on my own. You would
probably keep me asleep for week."
"I wouldn't, but Jacqui would. She is much more sensitive to
you than I am. She's the one who told me you would need rest.
I think she is attuned to you, High Priestess."
"Great. Just what I need. An overly-powerful, under-
controlled novice with her psychic nose in my business."
"She is pretty great, isn't she?" Laurie gushed maternally.
Bronwyn nodded as she let herself be led up to bed. "Yeah,
she is that. Now, if we can just keep her."
Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan
1 Year 6 months 2 days A. T.
I let Bronwyn wake up yesterday. Afterwards, she spent the
rest of the morning sulking. (You did, too, Bronwyn. Just ask
Mom). Still, the rest did wonders for her and she is back in
fine form.
Today, she and Mom started teaching me the Transformation
Spell. Actually, if I understand what they said, they also
*finished* teaching me the Transformation Spell. Which is
really strange, considering it took me almost four months to
get any knack at all with the shape shifting magic.
I am going to write this all down, and then talk to Bronwyn
and Mom from this entry afterwards. That should help me
decide if I have gotten this all down.
Essentially, the Transformation Spell is very simple. I can
actually cast it right now - on someone else. What I cannot
do with it is use it on myself. The reason for that is not a
matter of lack of power, but rather, lack of self
understanding and lack of control. Rather lowering to realize
I don't have either yet, but Bronwyn says that I still need
some very specific experiences first. Only then will I be
able to turn the magic on myself and not destroy myself in the
process.
To start the day's learning, Mom gave me the family records to
read. These are the real ones, the ones that document our
family's place in the Sisterhood, the birthing of boy children
and their subsequent Transformation into women. I found the
entries of the two men who died trying to undo what their
Mother's had done to them. The one who forced his Mother to
attempt the counter spell cost her more than her child. She
lost the Gift of the Goddess when he died under her spell.
She had been High Priestess of the Sisterhood at the time.
So, what are these "experiences" I need to go through? I
don't know that, either - at least, I don't know the specifics
of them. There are some things I do know. First of all,
there are three of them. And I know a bit about what they are
supposed to be. Bronwyn listed them for me. They are, and I
think this is the order I will face them in, too,
A special awakening.
A special ordeal.
A special re-birth.
Mom and Bronwyn promised me that I will know, instinctively,
when I have met all three requirements. It is just that they
cannot tell me what any of the tests are before hand or the
magic will not work for me. I have given my word not to turn
the Transformation Spell upon myself without that mental "go-
ahead".
I guess the time for these experiences must be close at hand,
though. They would not be teaching me this now, otherwise.
One thing about Bronwyn, she does nothing without a reason.
As much as I love that sexy lady, she can be one cold,
calculating woman when she thinks something is important.
End Journal Entry.
*****************
"She wrote out just about the entire lesson word for word in
her journal, Laurel. I cannot get over the powers of recall
and intuition she has developed."
"I know what you mean. Has she given any indication that she
knows what the three experiences really entail?"
"No, but I am not sure if that is because she has not
speculated on what they are, or if she has an idea and does
not want to face the thought of what they entail. Conception
of a child is the awakening, the trauma of giving birth is the
ordeal, and giving suckle to a child of her own body is the
re-birth." She smiled at her friend. "We never figured it
out until afterwards, did we?" her tone was meant to
encourage.
"*We* never did a lot of the things she has done since
Transformation. Goddess, Bronwyn, if she had gotten pregnant
last summer, she'd be coming into her full power now. In only
eighteen months! That is incredibly fast. I can't find any
record of anyone being faster."
"You think she might figure the riddle out?" Bronwyn was
concerned.
"I don't know, Bronwyn. She may be trying not to think about
it because we told her it might interfere with the magic, but
you have seen how strong her intuition has gotten. I think it
is very possible she may unwittingly solve it without even
realizing it."
"Yes, she is that bright, isn't she? Damn! Well, there is
only one thing we can do now if we are going to keep our word
to her. I will remove all of my inhibition spells from
Marcus. In fact, I am going to give him a bit of nudge so
that he thoroughly ravishes her next month when he is home on
break."
Thoughtfully, Laurie nodded. She no longer believed her
daughter would harm a child of her own body as she had
threatened to do all those many months ago. Hadn't she said
as much in her journal a few months back? "Make sure he is
wonderful for her, Bronwyn. It should be wonderful for a girl
her first time. Please?"
A feline smile lit Bronwyn's face. "Oh, he will be superb,
darling. I guarantee it. He will drive her make her crazy
and make her love every second of it. My word on it, darling.
You have my word on it. So be it." she said in the oath of
her order.
"So be it." repeated Laurie, her voice choking with emotion at
what they had just ordained for Jacqui.
***********************
Lancaster read the copy of the doctor's report on the status
of the Lawler-bitch's pregnancy. It pleased him. All was
normal and she would deliver in the next week to two weeks.
His Investigations Chief had been particularly thorough with
this one. Members of the Brotherhood now worked at the
hospital she would be taken to for the birth. They would
alert the action team and help them stage themselves for the
abduction. Soon, he thought. Very soon and I will understand
something that is key to the survival of the Sisterhood. When
I understand that, I can take action against it, hopefully
crippling that weak gaggle of weakling men-made-women. All he
had to do was wait patiently a while longer and he would learn
what he needed to know to destroy the Sisterhood once and for
all time. Anticipation had a lovely taste. he thought,
especially the anticipation of blood.
~----------~
Continued in Part 19
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