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A Change of Direction
Part 16
by Tigger Copyright 1997, all rights reserved.

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A Change of Direction
Chapter 22

"Hello?" Laurie's voice echoed in the earpiece of her phone.

"Mother?  It's Jacqui.  I've just learned some things that I
need to talk about with you.  Now."

The emotion in her daughter's voice alarmed Laurie.  "Jacqui,
what is it?  What is wrong?"

"*NOT* over the phone, Mother.  You might want Bronwyn there,
too.  I have questions and I *want* answers.  I will see you
in about half an hour.  Bye." The phone clicked off
preemptively in Laurie's ear.  Frightened now, she quickly
dialed Bronwyn's line.  Whatever this was, she did not want to
face it alone.

Bronwyn and Jacqui arrived at Laurie's house almost
simultaneously.  Bronwyn was already out of her car and
decided to wait for Jacqui to get out of her own before going
up to the door.  She watched as Jacqui, dressed in her jeans
for a change, pulled a large manilla envelope stuffed with
paper out of her book bag before closing her car door behind
her.

"Hello, Jacqui." she said pleasantly, "What is so important
that you had to frighten your Mother and pull me away from my
writing?"

Jacqui did not acknowledge the greeting, other than to say
"Not out here, Bronwyn.  Inside, please." before she stomped
past to the door.

Inside, Laurie had laid a light lunch on the kitchen table
where she led the two women after greeting them with hugs and
kisses at the door.  Once seated, a highly agitated Jacqui
tossed the envelope she'd carried in with her across the table
in the general direction of Bronwyn and her Mother.

Curious, Bronwyn opened the envelope and was surprised to see
papers discussing various aspects of Wicca on top.  Quickly,
she riffled through the rest of the thick stack and found that
all of the papers were on that topic.  "I have been using the
Internet to research modern day witches.  As you can see, the
bulk of what I found is on Wicca.  I started reading it and
saw that it had much in common with what you two have been
teaching me." Jacqui paused to take a calming breath.  "With
two small exceptions that I currently know about.  Several of
the documents specifically state that there is no concept of
an entity of absolute evil in the Wiccan belief systems.  In
other words, they don't accept the existence of a devil.  The
other thing is that *they* include *male* witches in their
groups.  I don't think you do, Bronwyn.  I don't know why I
believe that, but I am absolutely convinced that the only men
in your group are now women."

Bronwyn set the papers down and looked at Laurie before
returning her attention to the very upset young woman across
from them.  "So?" She was not sure what had the girl so upset,
but she knew she needed to get it out before they could help
her.

"You two *do* believe in the existence of such an evil power. 
I have caught hints of that belief in your teaching of the
magic, and in your conversations.  That means that whatever
you two and your Sisterhood are, you are very different from
what I have read about in there.  I want to know what is going
on. There is something about all this that you have not told
me.  Somehow, I *know* that it involves whatever this evil
power is and that it is at the core of the reason you
Transformed me."

"Oh." Bronwyn sighed as Laurie looked down at her hands,
avoiding making further eye contact with her daughter.

"That is all you have to say? "OH"???" Jacqui roared, pounding
her fists against the table top in an altogether male
response.

"No, Jacqui.  That is not all we have to say." She shook her
head.  Too soon, she thought.  She has not even had a full
year of formal training, yet.  Laurel and Bronwyn had
previously agreed they would never tell the girl the whole
story since they accepted that Jacqui would choose to become
Jack.  There simply was no reason for a powerless man to be
concerned with the issues that confronted the Sisterhood.  

That had just changed, radically, because of a tool that had
not existed at the time of their own Transformations - the
World Wide Web.  Computers and magic were a powerful
combination, and one that the Sisterhood had never really had
to deal with before.  The resulting synergy of such easily
accessed and organized raw data coupled with Jacqui's own
rapidly developing intuition was potent, if premature.  Now,
she had no choice but to explain most of the truth, and hope
that Jacqui could deal with it.  "All right, I will explain
about the Sisterhood and why we continue to exist.  I would
ask that you listen, Jacqui, without comment until I am
through.  I give you my solemn word that everything I am about
to say is the truth as we know it.  You are correct in your
surmise that we are not truly of Wicca.  They are followers of
peace.  We also seek peace, but our order was created to fight
for that peace.  Perhaps a weak analogy is that the followers
of Wicca are like the monastery monks of the Middle Ages.  The
Sisterhood is more akin to the fighting priesthood that was
known as the Knights of the Temple, or more simply, the
Knights Templer."

Bronwyn's Story.

There are two ways to power.  One is the way of Light and one
is via the absence of light, or the way of Darkness.  The
Sisterhood considers the way of Light to be the way of the
Goddess whose dictates we follow.  The converse of the
Sisterhood is a group known as the Brotherhood.  They follow
the Dark Power which they personify into the being they call
the Dark One.  Whether such an entity really exists or not is
a moot point.  The Brotherhood believes that he exists and the
power they attribute to deriving from him *is* real.  We must
deal with that power and with those who wield it.

In some ancient time before recorded history, the powers of
Light and Dark existed together in harmony until something
went very wrong.  The followers of the Dark One attacked those
who followed the Light and all but wiped them out.  The group
that undertook that ambush eventually became the Brotherhood. 
With the seeming destruction of the only beings who were
capable of stopping them, the Brotherhood turned their power
to conquest and brought the local tribes of men under their
yoke.

However, unknown to the Brothers, a few of the men who were
attacked survived the ambush.  They hid from the Brotherhood
and sought ways to oppose them without taking the same Dark
Path.  Ultimately, their search brought them to the Goddess. 
Upon hearing their appeal, and seeing the suffering of those
under the Dominion of the Brotherhood, She offered them a
bargain.  She would grant them the power they needed to oppose
the Brotherhood successfully, but only at a price. The
survivors are said to have initially quailed at Her price, but
finally, unable to bear the suffering of their fellow humans
any longer, they agreed to the Goddess' offer.  Thus, the
Sisterhood was born, for the price of Her aid was the
surrender of their masculinity.  Gradually, the new Sisterhood
grew in their own power and slowly began to confront the
Brotherhood.  After a long struggle, they managed to bring
about the downfall of the evil members who had led the rest of
the group astray.   

Following that initial conflict, the two groups continued to
exist as cohesive groups, while training new members to ensure
the continuation of their orders.  

It was at this juncture that the Sisterhood discovered that
they could only breed sons; and sons could not wield the power
bequeathed to them by the Goddess.  Evidently something about
their Goddess-Transformed eggs somehow rejected any sperm cell
that carried a female-creating "X" chromosome.  Again with the
intervention of the Goddess, they developed their own version
of the Transformation Spell as their only means of
perpetuating the Sisterhood.  This was absolutely vital
because they knew that a viable instrument had to exist in
order to combat the Brotherhood if they again decided to use
the Dark Power to dominate other people.

Thus were two opposing factions born; the Brotherhood of Men
wielding the Dark Power, and the Sisterhood of Transformed Men
wielding the Power of Light.  Time and again, evil men have
gained power in the Brotherhood and have been opposed by the
Sisterhood.  Each time, the Sisterhood deterred the
Brotherhood, but only at great personal cost to the members of
the Sisterhood.

Understand, please, that the Dark Power is not inherently
evil. Throughout our recorded history, there have been many
good men in the Brotherhood; men who have used their power in
the service and to the betterment of humankind.  However,
implicit in the Dark Power is the potential to bring forth
evil in the men who wield it.  When a particularly powerful
Brother turns away from humanity, terrible things happen on
the earth and many die before they can be stopped.

The most recent major confrontation between the Brotherhood
and the Sisterhood occurred during this century.  After nearly
a hundred years of uneasy peace between the factions, a young
acolyte of the Brotherhood came onto the scene.  Rapidly, his
command of the Dark Power grew.  He used his power to
captivate, to enthrall and to inspire huge crowds of fearful
and desperate people.  Eventually, he came to the attention of
other members of the Brotherhood who shared his views on the
world.  

In a remarkable series of coups, the young man and his circle
of supporters first took control of the Brotherhood,
installing him as the High Leader, and then gained absolute
power over their country with him as the nation's absolute
dictator.  Before this reign of terror ended, these men had
nearly conquered the entire world while laying a great deal of
it to waste. The young acolyte was Adolf Hitler, High Leader
of the Brotherhood, and Fuhrer (Leader) of Nazi Germany.  The
men who supported his dual rise to power in the Brotherhood
and in Post-World War I Germany were Joseph Goebbels, Heinrich
Himmler, Ernst Roehm, Martin Borman and Rudolf Hess.  The
confrontation is recorded in the human history as World War
II.

Like the great nations of the world, the Sisterhood was caught
off guard by the sudden appearance of a new High Leader with
aspirations of world domination and conquest.  Although they
perceived the danger sooner than the world's leaders, by the
time they fully recognized the threat Hitler posed, he had
become too powerful.  It was only a matter of time before he
took over Germany and the Sisterhood had already lost any hope
of stopping him by direct action.  Grimly, they were forced to
accept that only with subtlety and blood - a great deal of
blood - could they hope to stop him.

The essential contributions of the two great heroes of that
conflict remain unknown to the world at large.  Oddly enough,
both were in the centers of national and world power
throughout the conflict, but their true roles in shaping the
final Allied victory remain the closely guarded secrets of the
Sisterhood to this day. 

One of these heroes was named Elias and the other was named
Evan.  At least, that was how they were known before they were
initiated into the Sisterhood and all record of their male
identities disappeared forever.

In 1930, the danger represented by Adolf Hitler finally became
clear to the Sisterhood.  Shortly thereafter, Eleanor (Elias)
Roosevelt ascended to the office of High Priestess of the
Sisterhood.  Rarely do Sisters take such public roles, and
never before had a High Priestess been so well known, but
those were desperate times.  As a result of her family's
public persona, only one of her sons, the oldest was
Transformed.  Unfortunately, once it became obvious that FDR
was going to be a very public figure, Eleanor was forced to
attempt the Transformation when Alan, then Anna, was very
young.  She had to "adjust" FDR's memories to do this, but she
was there to protect him against outside magical influences. 
In the final analysis, Anna was too young at the time of
Transformation for she never was able to learn to wield the
power.  That sometimes happens when a subject is very young at
the time of Transformation.  In any case, none of the other
sons could be Transformed under that such world wide public
scrutiny so their entry into the Sisterhood was sacrificed to
win the War.

Eleanor's primary task was to prepare an unwilling,
isolationist United States for the unavoidable war to come.
Under her direction, the power of the Sisterhood was used as
never before, influencing the outcomes of certain critical
events in the United States.  How else, but with the help of
the Goddess, could a man confined to a wheelchair win the
Presidency of a country still tied to its rough and tumble
past?  With her husband installed in the White House, she used
the power of his office to revive the Depression-crippled
economy, ensuring that it would be ready to be "The Arsenal of
Democracy" when the dark days came.  

However, the most important action undertaken by the
Sisterhood under her leadership was also the most painful one
- the complete disruption of  certain critical U.S.
intelligence and military operations in the early hours of
December 7, 1941.  Eleanor's efforts deprived the United
States of information that should have given at least six
hours of advanced warning of the imminent attack on Pearl
Harbor by elements of the Japanese Navy.  Eleanor knew that
only a fully committed and war-hungry United States could
defeat the Brotherhood supported Nazi War Machine. Therefore,
she and other members of the Sisterhood interfered with the
collection, analysis and consolidation of the various clues
that otherwise would have accurately predicted the Pearl
Harbor attack.  This gave the Japanese their clear, unopposed
path to Pearl Harbor, and put the power of the United States
irrevocably and completely on the side of the Allies. 
Eleanor's final crucial decision was made in 1944. It was
another very painful duty for a woman sworn to protect and
nurture life.  By the end of 1943, it had become obvious that
not even the strongest healers in the Sisterhood could keep
the increasingly frail FDR alive much longer.  However, the
country still needed a strong leader to finish the job that
Eleanor, through FDR, had begun.  The best, most merciful
option would have been to have someone else win the Presidency
that year and let Roosevelt go home and die in peace. 
Unfortunately, none of the likely winners of a post-FDR
election possessed the strength of character that would be
necessary in the final days of the conflict.  Finally, and
with much remorse, Eleanor agreed to make FDR run for
President one last time, knowing that he could not possibly
survive another year in that office.  

The High Priestess of the Sisterhood personally handpicked the
best man for the onerous tasks ahead to be FDR's final running
mate.  Thus, the little known Senator for Missouri, Harry S.
Truman, was elected Vice President of the United States in the
1944 elections.  Less than a year after assuming that office,
Mr. Truman ascended to Presidency of the United States.

The other great unknown hero of the War was Eva (Evan) Braun. 
In 1932, she became the Sisterhood's woman inside the Nazi-
Brotherhood cabal.  As Adolf Hitler's Mistress for almost
fourteen years, she suffered terribly.  Eva Braun tolerated
and encouraged the attentions of a sadistic madman so that she
could collect and pass on vital intelligence about German
operations and planning to the Allies via the Sisterhood.  She
also subtly reenforced Hitler's growing megalomania by
pandering to his already monumental ego.  One result of her
efforts was Hitler's precipitous and ultimately disastrous
invasion of the Soviet Union that forced Germany to fight a
hopeless two front war.  Eva even managed to influence Hitler
to see the infamous Dr. Mengala whose crippling drug
"therapies" further undermined the self control of the insane
High Leader.  

By volunteering to become the Sisterhood's conduit to and from
Hitler's lair, Eva had willingly accepted a life that was hell
on earth.  Toward the end of the war, the Fuhrer's madness
grew geometrically with each defeat, and so did the torments
he inflicted on Eva.  Her final act of heroism was in the
manner and method of her own death.  Fearing that Hitler or
one of his henchmen might at last have seen through her
disguise, she elected to induce him to commit suicide.  She
died beside him that fateful day in the Berlin Bunker,
literally shaming him into finally taking his own life with
her own courageous example.  Goebells' last hope of smuggling
the High Leader out of Germany and reconstituting their Power
through Hitler as a figure head, died with Eva and the Fuhrer. 
Goebells took his own life shortly thereafter. 

Now, we appear to be facing a new, and evidently, very
powerful High Leader who shares those dreams of conquest.  We
don't know who or where he is, but we have seen signs that
point in that direction.  We needed to prepare for a conflict,
and we needed more power on our side of the ledger.  As I said
earlier, only women can wield the white magic.  Similarly,
only men can wield the dark.  As Jack, you could not wield the
Dark Power because of certain rites that were performed by
your Mother at your birth.  Still, you had a spark of power in
you that could become great if you accepted the Gift of the
Goddess.  That was why the Sisterhood Transformed you - so you
could become a woman who could grow in the power the
Sisterhood needs to face a rearmed Brotherhood.

End of Bronwyn's story.

Jacqui was very quiet after Bronwyn finished her tale. 
Whatever she had expected, what she had been told was not it. 
Was she supposed to become some type of female mystic warrior,
fighting to the death against the evil minions of the Dark
Brotherhood?  Lord, it sounded like something from a comic
book or a B-Movie, Texas Chainsaw Bimbo Witches.  "I don't
think I can deal with this, Mom, Bronwyn.  You did this to me,
took away everything I thought was mine, to go to war?  What
am I?  Some sort of witch-assassin in training?  Buffy the
Brother-Slayer?"

The other two women spoke simultaneously.  "No!" "Goddess,
no!" then looked at each other apologetically.  Laurie
continued.  "Jacqui, the Sisterhood does not, cannot kill.  We
fight the Brotherhood, yes, but our purpose is to deprive them
of power, not life.  Remember what I told you would happen if
you aborted a child.  A Sister who kills another human being
forfeits forever the Gift of the Goddess."

"But how?  I mean, what do you. . . Lord, I assume that the
Brotherhood has no such limitations on the use of their
power?"

Bronwyn smiled sadly. "You assume correctly.  The Dark Power
is very capable of destruction and death.  It is one of the
reasons that Hitler was so effective at removing his opponents
just before they became a real problem.  The Brotherhood can
and does kill, Jacqui, with great ease and effect."

"They can try to kill you, but you can't kill in return."
Jacqui just shook her head in disbelief.  "Amazing.  I am
surprised there is a Sisterhood left if these little turf wars
have been going on throughout history."

"There have been times when it has been a near thing, but we
are not so defenseless as that.  The Dark Power exists in the
absence of light.  Our power derives from the Light, and we
have ways to attack individual Brothers, provided they are not
too powerful, by sort of "filling in" the dark places with
light.  That is not quite what we do, but the analogy is
close.  In any case, the end result of that attack is a
Brother who has been permanently divorced from his source of
power, and who no longer has any feelings of aggression.  Some
of us are very powerful, and we can do this to most of the
Brotherhood."

"We also," Bronwyn continued, "Work as we did during World War
II, removing their power base in the non-magic world, and de-
stabilizing their command structure.  As we said, not all
Brothers are evil and usually, the ones who are not take
advantage of our activities to bring down the evil ones."

"Sounds like a shaky way to fight a war, Bronwyn.  I suspect
there are casualties?"

"Sadly, yes.  On both sides."

"And you," Jacqui looked at Bronwyn before turning her eyes to
Laurie, "and you, want me to join your fight?"

Bronwyn took Laurie's trembling hand.  The accusation in
Jacqui's voice pained her, and had to devastate Laurie.  "We
felt that, once again, the world would need us to be ready to
face the Brotherhood and to answer that call, we felt that we
needed you and your talents on our side." she answered with
grim dignity.

"Greetings from the High Priestess, you have been drafted." 
She returned with disgusted irony in her tones.  "I don't want
any part of that, Bronwyn.  Now, I suppose this is where you
tell me that my failure to cooperate will force you to end the
lessons I need to be able to reverse the Transformation
Spell?"

"No!" the shout from Laurie rocked Jacqui back.  "I told you,
I promised you that I would do everything in my power to help
you undo what I have done.  That promise stands unchanged and
unconditionally.  Whether we wanted you to help us or not is a
moot point, since we have accepted that your foremost desire
is to change back.  As Jack, you cannot wield the power. 
There is nothing Jack could do to help us."

Bronwyn added.  "I add my own assurances to your Mother's,
Jacqui.  Nothing changes.  Yes, we want and need the power you
could add to our ranks.  However, you have to want to be there
with us, the same as any other Sister.  Some of us are going
to die in the coming fight, Jacqui.  Those who go to fight,
must know in their hearts that such a sacrifice is justified. 
If you don't feel that way, there is no way we could permit
you to join us."

Nothing more was said for several minutes as all three women
tried to cope with the emotions of the previous half hour. 
Finally, Bronwyn held out a hand to Jacqui.  She eyed it, and
then slowly reached out her own to take it in hers. 
Tentatively, Laurie held out her free hand to her daughter and
felt joy when Jacqui all but snatched at it, gripping it
tightly in her own.  "I don't know about you two," Bronwyn
said haltingly, "But I would really like to be held."
Simultaneous "Me, too"-s answered her and she used her own
power to shift them into Laurie's large bed.  Disoriented by
the teleportation, it took Jacqui a moment or two to realize
where she was and that she was in the middle between the two
older women.  It only took an instant longer than that to
realize that all of them were completely naked.  Unprepared
for the sudden change, Jacqui spun toward her Mother and made
to get out of the bed.  Bronwyn caught her about the waist and
pulled her back down and into her, spoon fashion and her
Mother enfolded her in a full body embrace, her breasts
flattening against Jacqui's own.  Jacqui's protest were
swallowed by Laurie's mouth covering her own and Laurie's
tongue impudently exploring her mouth.  The clever hands of
two experienced women made short work of any lingering,
halfhearted resistance.

************
The man entered into the spacious office, pleased for once to
make his reports.  He had what he thought was good news for a
change.  The High Leader was seated at his desk, pouring over
some report, which he continued until he deemed he had made
his minion wait long enough.  Even so petty an expression of
power fed the hunger inside him.  "Well?" he asked
preemptively.

"The girl has been doing a very exhaustive search of online
and other reference resources for information on witches and
magic for some time now.  We have been monitoring her accounts
and know exactly what she has seen and what she has downloaded
to her private machine."  He looked up from his notes at the
High Leader.

"So?" he challenged.  "The boy-slut is highly computer
literate.   That she is using those skills to try and learn
about the ones who did this to him should be expected.  Too
bad your ineffectual organization did not discover him until
after the bitches Transformed him.  I could have used someone
with that potential for power coupled with modern technical
skills."


Fearing the direction the High Leader was taking this
discussion, the Chief rushed on to get back to his own purpose
in being here.  "Yes, we did expect the data search, High
Leader, which is why we have tapped her accounts.  In any
case, after the last download, she spent some time apparently
organizing and analyzing the data, then phoned her Mother. 
She refused to tell her what she wanted, but rather insisted
on meeting her immediately, along with the other subject,
Bronwyn Llewellyn.  All three subjects met at the Mother's
house about thirty minutes later.  No one left until the next
morning."

The High Leader considered this.  "I think we can assume that
the Llewellyn woman is a high adept of the Sisterhood, perhaps
even the High Priestess.  We know she protected the girl
throughout her last year of high school and has continued to
take a deep interest in her activities since.  As far as we
know, this is a singular deviation from their normal procedure
of leaving the Transformed sluts to their Mothers.  So, the
girl must be important to them.  Why?"  He looked up at his
minion with angry eyes.  "Tell me why!" he bellowed.  "And
don't come back here until you can.  Don't make me wait too
long for your return, either."

The man scurried from the room, his heart racing.  That had
been a near thing.  The High Leader was becoming more
dangerously unpredictable with each passing day.

~-------------~


End Part 16; Continued in Part 17


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