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Here's the next part of my Witch Chronicles series.  It isn't the end and
I'm not sure how long or how many installments there will be, but here's
this one.

The previous installments of this story line are republished under the
heading "Witch Chronicles".

WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale
WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth
WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn
WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1
WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2
WITCH CHRONICLES 006 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3
WITCH CHRONICLES 007 - Dark Beginnings
WITCH CHRONICLES 008 - Prelude to War (*The new one*)

If you missed any or all of the previous installments let me know and I'll
email you copies.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is
not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of such
material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or
personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted to
download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains
these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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Government file 00008:
   Document classification: Events leading up to the Restoration

See also:
   Diaries of characters of the Restoration:
      Government file 00001: A TG Witch's Tale
      Government file 00002: Elizabeth's Story - Elizabeth
      Government file 00003: Elizabeth's Story - Lynn

   Events leading up to the Restoration:
      Government file 00004: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 01
      Government file 00005: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 02
      Government file 00006: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 03
      Government file 00007: Dark Beginnings

Note:  The events contained in these files are either personal
       diaries or the transcription of recordings made of personal
       awareness of events leading up to the Restoration.  As
       such, at times they tend to ramble and also contain a
       suitable content of material that is not suitable for
       perusal of minors.  In an effort to keep events as accurate
       as possible, no attempt to edit these files for content has
       been made, and any use of these files in any place where
       children might have access to them (history books,
       libraries, etc.) should be strictly regulated.

GOVERNMENT FILE 00008:
Subtitled: Prelude to War

[Bambi Welker]

[The following is from a copy of Bambi (once James) Welker's personal
diary.  The events contained within the first splice are introductory and
show an insight into Bambi's personality.  Those immediately following in
the second splice happen simultaneous with the events contained in
Elizabeth's diary at the end of File 00007.]

As I sit here, writing my diary, I am amazed at all the changes that have
occurred in my life in the past 3 years.  As my hand moves, my arm casually
brushes my breast, and part of me is very happy.  Not because of any sexual
excitement at touching my own breasts (although there's no shortage of
that), but because three years ago they weren't there.  I'm 17 years old,
and a transsexual.  I was born male and given the name James Christian.
Problem was, I wasn't supposed to be male.  Okay, maybe that's not fair,
maybe my body was supposed to be male, at least as far as the genetics were
concerned.  The problem was, it got a woman's soul.

The thing is, even I didn't figure it out, not entirely, until puberty.
I've always been different.  You see, I'm a genius.  A hundred and
seventy-four IQ at last test.  When I was a kid, I always had an affinity
for soft, feminine things.  I preferred playing with Barbie to playing with
G.I.Joe.  I preferred the feel of mom's panties to the feel of those briefs
mom got me to wear (I think if her panties had fit, I might've stolen a
couple pair to wear).  And I preferred skirts and dresses to pants.  I
never shared my feelings with anyone, figuring it was part and parcel of
being a genius.

Where did I get that idea?  Television (hey, I was 5, give me a break).  I
mean take a look.  All geniuses on TV are either portrayed as pencil-necked
loser-geeks, or total nut cases (usually the mad-genius foil to some super
jock).  Then I entered school.

Now, already, I had an education years ahead of any student there (I was an
avid reader with a photographic memory).  Then I saw the way the big kids
treated the "smart" kids, and the way they treated the "sissy" boys (the
smaller boys who weren't much interested in sports).  It didn't take much
figuring to realize that being smart and small was already two strikes
against me.  If they found out I really was a sissy, I'd get pounded into
the ground on a daily basis.  So when I was confronted on the playground by
one of the bullying 6th graders I dropped him with a shot to the solar
plexus, earning instant respect (kind of silly the things that'll impress
grade schoolers).  I then became "macho boy", worse than the worst of the
bullies.

The worst part was, I really took the most of my frustrations out on my big
brother, Jerry.  You see, even though I made a big ass of myself, anytime a
new "big kid" came into town he had to try me to see if he could beat me.
And I hated beating them up, but I knew that I had to.  I also knew that if
I could just get a really big body they'd stop harassing me.  But it was my
brother who inherited the big body.  In 3rd grade he was larger than most
6th graders, and was big enough to make first string on the high school
football team his sophomore year.  And I hated him for getting what I
couldn't.

Then, when I was in fourth grade, I got pulled into the principal's office.
I thought it was for fighting, and, in a way, it was.  The principal
thought he knew what was causing me to feel the need to lash out.  He
thought that I was so far ahead of the rest of my class that I was lashing
out because of boredom and he wanted to skip me ahead right into 7th grade.
He spent a half hour going over with me and mom the why's and wherefore's
of the benefits of skipping me ahead.  I wasn't too keen on the idea, but
mom was right there, and she seemed so proud that I just couldn't say no.
So, next year, I was in 7th grade.

That was when I discovered that I liked boys more than I liked girls.
Romantically, I mean.  That was also when my feminine soul really started
giving me troubles.  Being in junior high with a bunch of kids going
through puberty introduced me to the concept of sex early on.  And when I
fantasized about having sex, it was with me on my back, with a guy on top
of me playing with my breasts.  Okay, I suppose I knew on some level I
wasn't going to get any breasts, but that didn't stop the fantasies.  But
in 7th grade Health class, the sex ed. part, was when I was forced to
confront the fact that it wasn't going to happen.

That was also when mom bought a computer.  One of the top of the line for
its day.  She mostly bought it for work, but gave me free reign of it for
schoolwork.  Then one day, after I got on after mom, I was curious about
what she had been doing, so I started digging.  Mom had been talking to
another computer with our computer, and the number was still in the modem
register.  I called the number and got the computer of a factory of some
kind.  Well, mom had never been specific about where she worked and what
she did, and the site was too non-specific to appease my curiosity.  So I
attempted to get into the secure areas of the other computer.  The security
was good, but it was way too run of the mill to keep me out for long.

And what I found out shocked me.  Mom was a sorceress.  That's right, a
spell-casting, reality manipulating sorceress.  As head of the state's
council, it was her job to coordinate the White Sisterhood's (the name of
the all-female organization) activities with the Collegiate Brotherhood
(the all-male counterpart) against the forces of darkness.

I was fascinated and spent as much time as I could finding out as much as I
could about both groups.  But it was something else that I found out that
really excited me.  It seems that somewhere in history the Brotherhood had
lost the ability to safely awaken the power of men with the highest power
levels.  Since the forces of darkness would forcibly induct this power
level if they weren't awakened, the men were transformed into she-males and
given a couple weeks being courted to convince them to remain women in
order to get them to join the Sisterhood.  This, of course, restarted my
fantasies of becoming a woman all over again.

I spent the next four years wishing I had that upper power-level, but
praying that if I didn't, that I had no power whatsoever.  You see, when a
sorcerer or sorceress gets awakened, their bodies get stuck in a condition
called "native state".  They don't age, and can't be transformed for more
than a half day out of any two day period without causing a mental
breakdown.  Just as I had fantasies about being a super-powerful sorceress,
I also had nightmares about being awakened as a medium powered sorcerer and
having to spend the rest of my life as a guy.

Well, I spend the next four years wondering as I completed all 6 years of
high school.  When I completed high school I figured I could maybe take a
year or two off (if 18 year olds can do it, why not a 13 year old?), but
everybody, mom included, just figured I'd go right into college, so before
I knew what was happening, mom was dragging me from campus to campus
checking out which one to enroll me in.  That was when IT happened.  Mom
dragged me off to check out some campuses in New York, which scared me
senseless.  Bad enough to be entering college 5 years early, but to be
enrolled in one on the other side of the nation?  I think I might've killed
myself.  Luckily mom didn't seem too serious about it, and, in fact, she
seemed kind of preoccupied.  When I asked her about it, she said it was
just some job stuff.  I wanted to tell her I knew what her job really was,
but I didn't.

When we got home, mom brought me to the sitter (despite protests that I was
too old for a sitter) then went off.  When she got back, she told me that
Jerry was off getting some special training.  I thought it was for
football.  But then I started getting suspicious when he didn't return
after a couple weeks.  I really got suspicious when mom quickly changed the
subject every time I asked about Jerry.  I did briefly think he might be a
sorceress, but his name didn't show up on the name rolls for either the
Sisterhood or the Brotherhood, so I was left to wonder.

Then, 9 months later, shortly after finals, mom takes me down to the
kitchen, with my eyes tightly shut, and introduces me to this fantastic
babe.  Then she tells me that this fantastic babe is, or more accurately,
was, my brother.  I nearly screamed and attacked him.  Here I had been
wishing for the past four years to become a sorceress and my brother gets
the wish.  Then I revealed that I knew about sorceresses.  We had some
words, then I went upstairs to the computer.

Well, mom was called away on some business for the Sisterhood, and left me
at home with my new sister, Jenny.  But Jenny had a friend, a beautiful
redhead named Wanda, and I heard them talking that night.  The two were in
love and planned on spending the rest of their lives together.  I felt that
this was the last straw.  I had been wishing that I could find my one true
love, and once more, my brother gets what I want.  The next day, I tried to
blackmail Jenny into giving me the ability to have sex with whomever I
pleased.  I claimed that I'd planted knowledge about the Sisterhood in
public servers and it'd go to every newsgroup I could find if she didn't
comply.

So Jenny granted my wish, but added her own twist.  She made me desire
people who were the opposite of who I used to desire.  I started desiring
women, the more feminine the more I desired them.  For three days, she let
me fuck women, but I remembered what I used to desire, and, when actually
in bed, desired what I used to, namely men.  Then she confronted me, and I
broke down and told her what had been going through my head over the last
ten years of my life.

We talked, for the first time in our lives, and she agreed to help me
realize my dreams, and for the rest of mom's time away, I dressed up and
acted as I wanted.  Acted as my soul directed.  Became a girl.  Then mom
came home and, with Jenny's help, I told mom how I felt.  She was a little
freaked.  I don't suppose I can blame her (although I did at the time).
But she agreed to take me to see a doctor.  After discussing it with me the
doctor agreed and started me down the road to becoming Bambi.  That's my
name, and I chose it.  Yeah, I know.  In my sister's words, it's not a very
enlightened name, but there's something about it that just seems right.
For me, at least.

Well, a year and a half later, after living as a woman, and months of
hormone therapy, mom agreed to get me implants.  Actually, she agreed to
get them so as to provide a cover for the spells to enhance my breasts.  I
only had B cups before the implants.  I wanted huge, huge breasts, but mom
only agreed to up me to D.  She said that if, after a couple years with
those, I still was determined to get larger we could discuss it then.  I've
got to say though, she was right (but unless she's peeking into this diary,
she'll never hear me admit it).  After dealing with my D's, seeing my
sister deal with her L's (the size of a sorceress's breasts are in direct
proportion to her power, and Jenny is the world's most powerful sorceress),
and mom deal with her E cups, I'm satisfied with what I've got.  And when
I'm not, I use a magic bra Jenny gave me that gives me a pair of DDD's.

Well, shortly before I got those implants, I met the man who was to become
my boyfriend.  Travis Beckman, the sixth grader I dropped when I was in
Kindergarten.  Now that's irony.  At first, he introduced himself wondering
if I was related to Jimmy.  I told him that I was Jimmy's cousin.  He then
asked me out.  I put him off, since this was before the operation to give
me a vagina, and I didn't want to take any chances on him finding out who I
was.  He kept pestering me though, and on the Friday before Spring Break
(when I'd be getting my implants) I said I'd go out with him on the Friday
after Spring Break was over.

I got my implants on Monday.  On Tuesday, I was eating chicken broth (I had
had a nauseous reaction to the anesthesia, and that was all I could keep
down) when he knocked on the door with a bunch of flowers.  It seems he was
a volunteer at the hospital and had sneaked a peek at my chart.  He came
in, we talked, and he started pestering me for the reason why I had decided
on implants.  Well, I was too sick to take it for long and confessed who
and what I was, figuring that it'd keep him from bothering me any more.

He just laughed a bit when I told him.  I asked him what was so funny, and
he pointed out the irony of his having a date with the boy who had laid him
out over a decade ago.  I was shocked, asking him if he didn't mind me
being a transsexual.  He then confessed to me that he was bisexual, and my
transsexuality, far from being a turn-off was a major turn-on.  He then
kissed me and left, and I nearly tore my stitches out in a pleasure fit.
FINALLY, I had found someone who would accept me for who I was.

I went home next day with the doctor warning me what I could and could not
do and how long not to do it for.  Of course, not fifteen minutes had gone
by once I was home before mom had transformed my breast implants into real
breast tissue, and completely healed me, so it was kind of unnecessary.

Next Friday, Travis and I went out on our date.  He wined me, he dined me,
and he danced me to my heart's content.  Then he took me out to the local
make-out point and we watched the moonlight dance on the water.  Finally,
he turned to me and said, "Bambi?"

"Yes?"

"I...  I know what I'd be trying to do if you were a real girl-"

I cringed and shoved him away from me.  "DAMN IT!  I am a real girl,"  I
tapped my chest above my heart, "in here," then tapped my head, "and up
here, where it counts!"

He flopped back on the seat.  "Oh, great, five seconds into the
conversation and I've already screwed up."  He then turned to me and said,
"Bambi, I am SO sorry.  It's just... I don't know how to treat you.  You've
admitted you haven't had sex since starting your sex change, which kind of
makes you a virgin, even if you did have sex as Jimmy.  You're also a
genius.  You're also UNDERAGE."  He put his hand on my cheek and gently
stroked.  "And what I want to do with you can scare off girls who have had
sex, who aren't geniuses and aren't underage.  And that is the absolute
LAST thing I want to do with you."

I looked into his eyes and saw need, combined with lust, with a healthy
touch of fear.  I took his hand from my cheek and placed it on my tit.
"Travis, if you really want to treat me right, then forget who I used to
be, forget about my "virginity", forget about my intelligence, and forget
about my age.  You want me to love you, both physically and emotionally?
Just treat me like you would any woman you brought up here."

He sat there for a few seconds before tentatively sliding his arm around
me, pulling me close and kissing me.  He gently fondled my tit before
unbuttoning a couple buttons on my blouse and sliding his hand in.  I was
shocked as a wave of pleasure coursed through me.  I mean, I had played
with myself before and got quite a bit of pleasure from it, but it was
nothing like this.  I moaned and pressed my body up into him.  I loved the
feeling of his strong hands on my body.

After the kiss, with his hand still on my bosom, he asked, "Do you want to
take this to the back seat?"  Travis was driving a 50's muscle car, with
one of those HUGE backseats.

I nodded my assent, and Travis slid his hand from my blouse.  He got out,
turned around, and I was already in the back seat with my blouse half off.
Yeah, I know, it was slutty, and the kind of thing that can earn a girl a
fast bad rep if she does it with the wrong guy.  I don't care.  Didn't
then.  Don't now.

Travis just smiled and got in the backseat with me.  He took me in his arms
and gently held and stroked me as we kissed.  He carefully slid my blouse
off, and laid me on my back.  He kissed down my neck, then laid a line of
kisses along my breasts where my bra was.  He then kissed up to my nipple,
sucking it through the lacy fabric.  While he sucked on my breasts, he slid
his hands under my skirt, and up to my panties.  His slid his finger into
the leg holes, and briefly stroked the sides of my dick.  I hardened a
little (the hormones making it nearly impossible for me to get really hard)
under his touch, and moaned, shoving my hips into his hands.

After a few seconds, he pulled my panties down, while kissing his way down
my body.  As he flipped up my skirt, I put my hands on my breasts and
rubbed.  He leaned in and kissed my dick before sucking it into his mouth,
causing me to take a sharp breath and arch my back.  He then gave me my
first blow job.  He was gentle and loving, while being firm and strong.  He
cupped and lifted my ass, massaging it while sucking me.  It wasn't long
before I was screaming like a hellcat and cumming into his mouth.  Not much
came out (another side effect of the hormones) but it still felt great.

After I came, he slid up beside me and held me.  I stroked his broad chest,
and said, "Travis, how long does it take you to get hard again after
cumming for the first time?"

"Depends on the person I'm with.  Usually about 15 to 20 minutes.  Why?"

"Because I want to both suck you off, and feel you inside me, and I was
just wondering if we had time for both tonight."

"Man, you are better than I could ever believe.  Aren't you afraid of
getting a bad rep?"

I thought about it.  "Maybe.  And maybe I'm just overcompensating for a
decade and a half of  being in the wrong body.  But right now I just want
to be with you, having sex, a woman with her man."

Travis smiled and kissed me.  We sat up and my hand went down to his
crotch, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.  It was already hard,
so it took a little work.  It was about 7 inches, and about as thick around
as my own had been before my transformation.  I leaned over in the seat and
licked at his cockhead.  I was pleased and excited when he moaned in
pleasure.  To think that I could get that kind of reaction from a man.  I
continued to suck and suck.  I tried to duplicate what Travis had done to
me.  I must've been doing something right, because it wasn't too long
before he was saying, "Gonna cum, gonna cum."

I then stopped, straddled his hips, and grasped his cock.  He asked, "What
are you doing?"

I responded, "I can't wait," and proceeded to ram myself down on his cock.
It hurt, but it was a good pain.  The pain of lost virginity.  The pain of
becoming a woman.

As soon as I was all the way on him, I was about to start moving on him
when he grasped my hips and held me in place.  "No, don't move," he said.
"I'll cum too quickly."  I didn't care.  I wanted him cumming inside me,
spraying his man seed into my feminine bowels, but he wouldn't let me move.
When I settled down a bit, he moved his hands up and unsnapped my bra,
letting my new tits swing in the breeze.  He then kissed and fondled them,
still refusing to let me move on him.  "Warn me when you're close," he told
me.

It took a little while, but I finally said, "I'm there," and he took me in
hand and started moving me up and down on his dick.  It was only a short
while later before he and I were cumming together in our first simultaneous
orgasm.

I collapsed on top of him, his dick growing soft in my ass.  It was a
lovely feeling.  Finally, he picked up my bra and blouse and put them back
on me, not even making me get off of him till I was dressed.  He then
gently set me on the seat, knelt on the floor, and helped me back into my
panties, giving my dick a quick kiss before pulling them up around me.  He
then got out, ran around and escorted me back to the front seat.

When he got back in, I snuggled up to him, and he drove me back home.  When
we got there, he escorted me to the front door, said, "See you tomorrow in
the school courtyard?" and kissed me after I nodded my assent.

The next day, he wasn't there when he usually was.  I didn't know what to
make of it.  Part of me wondered if he was just late, but another part
thought that maybe this was his way of dumping me.  Of course, that was
when sleazy Sam had to appear.  An ugly troll of a boy reeking of garlic.
He came up to me and just put his arm around my shoulders.  I shoved his
arm off of me, saying, "Get off of me, sleaze."

"Oh, come on, baby.  I was up at lookout point last night.  I saw you and
Travis on your first date.  The whole campus knows what kind of girl you
really are."

I blanched a bit, but wasn't about to let this ass get the best of me.
Luckily I didn't have to worry about it.  Travis chose that moment to make
his appearance, clamping his hand down on Sam's shoulder.  "And what kind
of girl would that be?  And before you answer that, keep in mind that this
woman is my girlfriend, and if you say anything bad about her I'm gonna
make you eat your teeth."

Sam gulped.  When he didn't say anything, Travis said, "You have somewhere
else to be, don't you?" making clear by the tone of his voice that it was
an order, not a request, either for information or compliance.

Sam beat it out of there, and Travis sat beside me.  "Sorry I'm late.  I
had to make a stop."  He then pulled out a long, narrow jewelry box.  He
opened it up, and inside was a simple gold necklace.  He took it out, then
took off his senior class ring and slid it on to the necklace.  He held it
up by its ends and asked, "May I?"

I was shocked.  He was asking more than if he could put on a bit of
jewelry.  By asking me to wear his class ring, he was asking me to declare
myself his steady.  I sat there for a few seconds before whispering, "Yes."
I moved my hair out of the way, and he hooked the necklace around my neck.

Mom freaked a bit when I showed it to her, saying I was too young to go
steady.  I just pointed out that I was older than Jenny had been when she
and Wanda declared their life mating.  And I wasn't declaring a life
mating, just saying I had a steady boyfriend.

That was about a year ago.  Travis and I are still together.  We've shared
a few lovers, but Travis is still my main fuck.  Since going steady I've
gotten the operation to get a vagina.  I think Travis is a little
disappointed in that, but he understands why I felt I had to do it.

But I've got a surprise for him.  A gift from my sister.  A little while
ago, I lost a great job due to a sexist asshole.  It later turned out that
the man was part of a private social club that treated all women like crap,
so sis took him and his cronies and turned them into submissive she-male
slaves, giving them to girls they hurt.  I got my ex-boss, and I'm going to
share "her" with Travis tonight.

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

Today has been mind-blowing.  Travis and I never managed to get together
with Candy.  And right now I'm sitting by his bedside nursing him back to
health.  It started with the last class of our day.  Travis met me outside
as he usually did.  And he kissed me as he usually does.  We walked to the
cafeteria, which was closed, but had some tables and vending machines.
Travis bought me some fruit (a girl's got to watch her figure), and bought
some cookies for himself.  We sat down side by side, and ate with his arm
around me.  When we finished I told him, "I've got a surprise for you."

"What's that?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise.  Let's just say I've found
someone for a 3-way that you should find really fun and exciting."

"Who is he?"  We had both found lovers for the occasional 3-way.  I had
made love with girls that Travis had brought to the relationship, but more
for the sake of him than for any interest in women.  So far, though, I've
only brought men into the relationship.

"She's someone my sister introduced me to."

"She?  Am I influencing you into a more bisexual nature?"

I smiled.  "Maybe you are."  That was true enough.  Since dating him, my
attraction to women had increased.  "But don't worry.  My attraction to you
hasn't lessened at all."

He laughed a bit.  "That's good to hear."  He then kissed me.

At that point, a couple people walked up.  One said, "Bambi Welker?"

I looked up.  From the moment I saw them, I was creeped out.  There was a
darkness about them that bothered me.  "Yeah," I said.

The first one, a tall man, said, "Come with me."

I was shocked.  "I don't think so."

The man said, "You have no choice."

Travis said, "Now wait a second," and stood up, placing himself between me
and the two strangers.  The other person, a voluptuous woman, stepped
forward.  Suddenly Travis screamed in pain, and I saw the pointed end of a
sword come out his back.

Travis dropped to the ground, and I went to the ground beside him.  I
looked up.  The woman's arm had become a sword.  Knowing that the
Sisterhood and the Brotherhood have strict rules about using magic in front
of normals, I knew that these people were dark sorcerers.  The man grabbed
me by the arms and lifted me up.  "You will come with me."

I kicked him in the balls.  A useless maneuver, but all I had.  My foot
slammed into something solid.  I don't know whether he had a force field or
had shapeshifted into something without balls, but the result was the same,
nothing.  I struggled a bit, then heard a woman say, "Put the girl down."

I twisted my head around to look at the voice.  It was a pretty redhead,
maybe mid-20s.  The man told his partner, "Kill her."

The female sorceress walked over to the other woman.  "Get out of here!" I
screamed, but the woman didn't move.

The sorceress transformed her hand again and shoved it through the woman's
body.  The woman didn't even flinch.  But then, she changed.  Her skin,
clothes, and hair all became the color of red clay, and she grew and
shifted, becoming an asexual, four-armed thing.  It raised its arm, and
smashed the woman's head in.  The man yelled "Crap!" and spun me around.
He put his hand around my throat and said, "Don't move or I kill the girl."

Suddenly the thing extended its arm into a column that blew past my ear.  I
felt blood spray the side of my head and the man went lax.  I went to my
knees beside Travis.  The thing shifted back to its human form and said,
"We have to go.  More will come."

"I'm not leaving Travis!"

The thing came over, lifted Travis up, and placed its hands on his wound.
Its hands broke off, and flowed into patches for his wound.  It grew new
hands, grabbed Travis's collar and threw him onto its shoulder.  It then
shifted into a pegasus.  It waved its head towards its back where Travis
now was and waited for me to get on.

After I did, the thing flowed restraints around me and Travis and took off
at a gallop.  It took to the air, making me glad it had restrained us.  We
flew east, out of the city proper, till we reached a huge estate.  I felt
this strange tingle and suddenly the yard was filled with people, and
others.  I saw a gryphon on the ground.  Someone leapt onto its back and it
took to the air.  It flew straight towards us.  When it got close, it
growled out, "Who are you?"

Before I could say a thing, the woman, an Asian with huge breasts (I
assumed a sorceress) on the Gryphon's back yelled out, "That's Bambi
Welker, Jenny's sister!"

"Please!" I yelled out.  "I have an injured man!  Please help me!"

The gryphon nodded and flew towards the ground.  The pegasus followed.  As
we got close, I saw both mom and Jenny on the ground making their way
towards the open space we were going to be using as a landing strip.  As we
pulled to a stop, the restraints let us go, and I leapt to the ground.  I
pulled Travis to the ground beside me and yelled, "Mom!  Travis is hurt!
We were attacked!"

Mom ran up and took a look at him.  "Can't you do anything?" I asked.

"This is beyond my ability to visualize."  She turned to the Gryphon.
"None of our council members are healers, can you do anything?"

"For someone we've met, yes, but not with a stranger.  Healing with one of
our breed is a form of physical transformation.  if it's someone we don't
know, the transformation can be influenced by our subconscious desires,
resulting in transformations to someone or something they're not."

Desperate, I begged, "Can't anybody do anything?"

I heard a man yell, "Coming through!"  A tall, good-looking man burst
through the crowd and ran to Travis's side.  He stuck his finger in the
clay and said, "What the hell is this?"

The pegasus extended its wing to Travis's body.  The clay became liquid and
flowed into its wing.  The man then started to check the wounds.  A tall
woman with large breasts stepped up.  The man said, "Send us to the E.R.
Now!"

The woman said,
"Arnold Shwarzennegger is a movie star,
Send these two to the E.R."

Suddenly Travis and the other man were gone.  "Where did they go?"

The tall woman said, "Don't worry, hun.  We have a fully stocked Emergency
Room in the house, and Jason is one of the best E.R. surgeons in the state.
There's a Witch friend on call who's a nurse.  Your friend's in the best
hands possible.  You can wait inside for him to get finished."

Mom came up and wrapped her arm around me, escorting me to a large mansion.
As we walked, I noticed that more than a few people here had very strange
bodies, wings, tails, animal heads amongst the most common variations, and
I asked, "Mom, what's going on here?"

Mom smiled.  "When you were traipsing through the computer records of the
Sisterhood, did you find any reference to a race of beings known as the
Whit-chara?"

"A race of natural magical manipulators with the power to cast spells
without training.  They were thought annihilated at the end of the Mage
Wars in the Dark Ages.  I assume they weren't."

Mom nodded.  "Apparently, after the Mage Wars, our two groups lost track of
each other.  When the dark Sorcerers found out they used that fact and kept
our two groups in the dark about the existence of the other."

"But why are they all transformed?  Don't they have limits on how long they
can stay that way?"

"Yeah, the same limits we do, but they're not transformed."

"But... the wings, the tails...  The Gryphon!"

"That's their native state.  A Whit-chara, or a Witch as they call
themselves now, on the birthday following a multiple of 6, 7, 13, 19, etc.,
they undergo their version of the awakening.  Part, or even all, of their
body transforms and they gain the ability to tap their mystic potential."

I thought about it, and then said, "Mom, the people who attacked us.  They
were Dark Sorcerers."

Mom stopped dead in her tracks.  "Oh... no.  Bambi, I have to go tell the
others about this.  If the Dark Alliance is targeting normal relatives,
others need to be warned."

"I understand."

Mom ran back to the group and I started wandering towards the house.  That
was when SHE came up to me.  I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned and
saw a woman a little over 6' tall, with tits almost as big as Jenny's.  I
briefly felt a pang of jealousy when I saw that she was also very pregnant.
The one thing mom couldn't give me was the ability to get pregnant.  How do
you explain someone people knew used to be a boy getting pregnant?  But it
was when I saw her face that I really stopped.  It's not that there was
anything really spectacular about it, it was just beautiful.  For the first
time in my life, a woman was exciting me sexually.

She said, "Hi, my name's Elizabeth.  I bet you're a little freaked by all
of this."

"That's an understatement."

She laughed a bit.  "Come on.  I'll show you where you can wait for Jason
to finish."

"Is he really any good?"

"Jason's the best.  And he's got a Witch friend as a nurse.  If they can't
pull him through, he can't be pulled through."

"There's a pleasant thought."

"Sorry.  He'll be fine."

She put her arm around me and led me into the house.  I waited in the house
for a few hours when the man, looking much more like a doctor in his
hospital scrubs, came out.  I breathed a sigh of relief when he said, "He's
going to be okay.  He lost a lot of blood, but the cut was clean and there
was minimal tissue damage.  He'll be a while in recovery, but he should be
fine."

"Where is he?"

"He's being moved upstairs.  He's already in Liz and Lynn's room.  They
volunteered.  Liz is with the Councils in meeting, but Lynn can take you
upstairs."

He waved towards the door, and I turned and saw a lovely Eurasian girl,
about my height, and, for the second time in my life, I got wet over a
woman.  She walked up to me and extended her hand.  "Hi, my name is Lynn.
I'm Liz's wife."

I took her hand and shook it.  She led me upstairs and into a well
furnished bedroom.  Travis was already waiting on the bed asleep.  I sat
beside him, and took his hand.  Lynn came over and put her hand on my back.
I looked up at her and said, "Not that I'm complaining, but why did you
volunteer to put Travis up in your room?"

"Because of you.  Liz says that as soon as she met you, she felt a
connection to you."

"The feeling is mutual."  I turned back to Travis and said, "The strange
thing is, I've never felt that way about a woman, any woman, before."

"I know the feeling.  I've never felt that way about a man before, but
strangely enough, I think I could actually spend time in bed with you and
your friend there.  I asked Liz about it.  She calls it an innate soul
link.  No one knows what causes it.  Some people believe that it's the
remnants of the soul link ritual forged in a past life.  Others, a blessing
from god."

Travis then started to stir.  "Bambi?"

"Here, my love."

Weakly, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, love.  But you're the one who needs rest."

"Was I... in surgery?"

"Yeah."

"Before I went under... I had the weirdest vision.  I thought I saw a girl
who was part cat."

I turned to Lynn.  She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "That's Jen, a
friend of ours, and the nurse who helped with his surgery."

I wasn't sure how Travis was going to be able to handle magic, so I just
said, "That's okay, love.  We'll talk about your visions after you've had
some rest."

He nodded and fell back into a deep sleep.

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

[Dorina Tempus]

I got tired of waiting in my office for news of our attacks on the mortal
relatives of high ranking sorceresses and Witches so I went out to the comm
center.  "How goes the collections?"

A woman turned to me, and with fear in her voice said, "Uhm, not good,
ma'am.  We were only able to get about ten percent of our targets before
the magic users started bringing their norm relatives into shielded areas."
She handed me a sheet of paper.  "This is who we got."

I looked over the sheet.  It would've been all worthwhile if just one name
had been on that sheet, but, of course, "Where's Bambi Welker?  She
should've been one of the first captured."

"Uhm, we don't know.  The agents we sent after her were found with their
heads smashed apart."

I crumpled the paper in my hand and it went up in flames.  I could feel the
terror rise from the men and women present, most of whom were mortals who
had no mystical power.  I decided an exercise in power was necessary to
maintain intimidation.  Whether she knew it or not, the girl (this one)
would not suffer from my anger.  If I targeted the bearers of bad news,
everyone would be afraid of telling me things I needed to hear.  Better to
choose a random target to inspire my minions not to fail me.

I looked around the group and selected a man in the corner.  I pointed my
finger at him, cast my spell, and he was dragged forward by invisible
strings.  I forced him to kneel before me.  I cast the spell to summon a
cat-o-nine-tails to my hand.  I then disintegrated the clothes on his body.
I let the ends of the whip dangle on his back, before pulling my arm back
and delivering 5 strokes across his ass.  I decided not to deliver any
more.  No point in being gratuitous.  Besides, the wretch was beginning to
enjoy it.  That's the problem with punishing agents of our Dark Alliance,
far too many of them are masochists.

I then walked back to the woman who had given me the message.  I could tell
from the fear from her that she was afraid she was next.  I reached out and
grasped her breast.  I gave her a slight bit of pleasure before saying,
"You are relieved for the day.  Go get cleaned up and dressed in something
slutty then come to my room."

With heavy breath, she said, "Yes, ma'am."

I smiled and returned to my room.  The girl would learn pain tonight, but
she would also learn to enjoy it.  As I entered my room, I heard my brat
whine for food.  Not deciding to waste time, I disintegrated my shirt and
bra.  I grabbed my brat and slapped him to my tit.  I felt him start to
gnaw on my tit and realized the little punk was starting to teethe.  It was
almost enough to go through the process of getting pregnant again.  But I
endured the torture, since I figured this was too sensitive a time to be
taken out of the action with a bun in the oven.

After I finished feeding the brat, I heard a knock on the door.  I put the
kid to sleep and opened the door magically.  The woman came in, dressed in
a red tube top, black mini, stockings, red heels and a garter belt, whose
straps were plainly visible between the top of her stockings and the bottom
of her skirt.

"Very nice," I said, complimenting her.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Come in."  The girl hesitantly stepped forward.  "You need not be afraid.
I am not going to punish you."  She walked up a couple of steps.  I stepped
up to her.  "You showed great bravery, telling me what I needed to know
without hesitation, even though you knew it would probably anger me."

"Well, I felt that if you found out later it would probably anger you even
more."

"That it would have."  I stepped up behind her, and reached my arms around
her.  I took her breasts in hand, and started to massage them.  She moaned
and I said, "Your bravery deserves a reward."  I kissed the nape of her
neck.  "I am going to give you a promotion."

Panting heavily, she asked, "To what?"

"To my sex slave.  Do you want the job?"

"Oh, Yeeeessssss."

She was probably only responding to the sexual stimulation I was giving
her, but that didn't matter.  By saying yes to me she accepted the job and
all it entailed, even if she didn't know what it meant.  She was now my
property.  I could do anything to her that I wanted, short of killing her,
and she couldn't protest or even resist.  And I showed her my power over
her by increasing her breast size.  She watched in amazement as her tits
swelled till they were larger than mine, popping from her top.

I disintegrated her clothes, and turned her around.  I lifted my tit and
brought her head down to it.  She immediately took the nipple in her mouth
and started to suckle.  I may have hated feeding my kid, but I did enjoy
the feeling of a sexual partner sucking on me.  Her hand strayed to my
crotch, and as soon as she touched me, she said, "Oh, you feel so large."

I just smiled.  She would soon see, and feel, how large I truly was.  I
fondled her tit a bit, before saying, "Take down my pants and suck me."

She went to her knees before me, unsnapped my pants, and pulled them down.
She gasped in shock at the size of me.  "I...  I don't think I can take
that."

I grabbed the hair on her head and bent her neck back, forcing her  mouth
open.  I lifted my dick and dropped it into her mouth.  "You can and will!"
I cast a small spell that gave her more flexible throat muscles and
suppressed her gag reflex.  Now she could have deep throated anything she
could've gotten her mouth around.  Not that she could do so without
discomfort, but she could do it.  Of course, I wasn't doing it for her, but
for my own pleasure.

I slowly pressed into her.  Her eyes widened as she felt my dick slide down
her throat.  I continued to press into her until I was all the way inside
her, her nose pressing into my abdomen.  I started moving her on me,
growing hard as I did.  The girl was amazed as the muscles in my dick
lifted her from the ground.  When I got hard, she was standing on her feet,
bent at the waist, as I continued to move her back and forth on me.  I must
say, she was good.  Despite barely being able to breathe around my dick,
she managed to retain enough muscle control to massage my dick.  I was soon
spraying deep into her throat.

I threw her off of me.  "Get on the bed!" I commanded.  She got up and ran
to the bed, throwing herself atop it.  I stepped out of my pants and walked
over to the bed, my erection jutting out in front of me.  "On your back," I
told her.  She lay herself out, spreading her legs, assuming I wanted to
fuck her.  I smiled, got on the bed and straddled her abdomen.  I lay my
dick between her tits and pressed them together.  As I started to move back
and forth between her tits, she reached up and massaged my tits.  As I
pumped she licked my dickhead which kept bumping her nose.  I was soon
dumping my second load of the night, this time, all over her face.

I then got between her legs, and pressed my dick to her slit.  I slowly
pressed in, savoring the pain she felt as my dick stretched her wider than
she had ever been stretched before.  Soon she said, "Oh, no, too much, too
much."

I smiled, pulled back on my hips a little, then jammed all of me into her,
eliciting a shriek of pain.  I started pumping into her.  Soon, she was
moaning, first from pain, then from pleasure.  I continued to pump until I
was spraying into her, and she was thrashing in orgasm underneath me.

After I finished I pulled out and lay beside her.  I noticed my dick was
covered in blood from her ripped open cunt.  I used a bit of my power to
heal her.  (No sense ruining her for tomorrow.)  Then she said, "Thank you,
mother."

I grabbed her by the throat.  "What did you call me?!"

Haltingly, she said, "Mother.  I... am... your first born."

I stared at her.  She was just old enough to be my first born.  I squeezed
harder.  "Did you hunt me down?"

"No.  It was... chance.  Random... chance."

I released her.  She rubbed her throat.  I said, "Tell me how you came to
be here.  How you came to even know I was your mother."

"Before I can even remember, I had been a part of the Alliance's child porn
industry.  And I was good at it.  And I liked it.  By the age of 12, I was
the world's premiere child porn star.  But as I entered my teens I wanted
more.

"I was tagged, so they always knew where I was, so they had no trouble
letting me go out between shoots.  I started going to the library, working
on getting my G.E.D.  I applied and passed at 14.

"They never let us have much money, but from 12, I saved all that I could,
investing wisely.  I entered community college at 15, making sure to
schedule my classes wisely.  I went for a degree in mass communication,
with a minor in computers planning on learning how to direct and mass
market the films I loved.

"But I was found out after three years.  I thought they'd order me to stop,
but instead they said nothing.  But when I graduated last December, they
moved me into the comm center.  I regretted not being able to be involved
in porn anymore, but one does not refuse an order from the higher ups in
this organization."

"And how did you find out about your lineage?"

"I hacked into the database."  Then she quickly said, unnecessarily, "They
encourage that, so long as we report every try, and the results."  I knew
of that rule.  The theory being that if our own people can't hack into
secure areas with their greater access, then an external hacker can't
either.  And if they do get in they find a hole we can patch.  Their minds
can always be wiped if they discover anything they shouldn't.

I quickly scanned her records.  The reason she had been moved into the comm
center was because her grades in school had been astoundingly good.  It
would've been too much of a waste to keep her as a simple fuck star.

I rubbed her tits.  "Ingenious."

"Thank you, mother."

"Don't ever call me that.  When you accepted the job as my slave, I became
your master."

"Yes, Mmmm... Mistress."

She looked at me in fear, but I just said, "A side effect of my awakening
transformation.  No one in the Alliance can refer to me with a male pronoun
or title if they know the female version of it.  I was hoping you didn't
know the female version of Master.  I will not punish you for it."

"Thank you, Mistress."

My brat started whining about his diaper.  "Go take care of your brother."
She got up and went over to his crib.  I was tempted to order her from my
room and from my life.  I didn't want any reminders of my motherhood.  But
she was a sexy little tramp.  And she'd be useful taking care of the brat.

After she was finished, he started whining for food.  "Bring him over
here," I said angrily.  She brought him over and I slapped him to my
breast.  "Little punk eats too much."

"Ma'am?"

"What?"

"Couldn't you cast a spell to turn him into a girl?  I know that there's a
much greater demand for girls in porn then for fat, little boys."

"Girls don't necessarily eat less than boys.  This one eats more than any
other, but my third, a girl, was number two.  But you do give me an idea."
I cast a spell, changing all his clothes and accouterments to female colors
and styles.  "He will be raised as a girl.  And the little brat has caused
me so many problems with "her" appetite, that she'll be given as much to
eat as she wants, and when she turns 12, a spell will be cast to cause all
her fat to migrate to her tits and ass."  I couldn't help but laugh evilly.

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

[Daphne Newell]

After Bambi's arrival things got really hectic.  When Elizabeth Welker told
us that Bambi thought she had been attacked by dark forces, everybody
scrambled to get norm relatives into protected areas.  Luckily most
everybody I cared for in the norm world lived under the same roof as me.
But I was curious about the pegasus that Bambi had come in on.  I was going
to inspect it when I heard others saying that it had disappeared.  Well,
yelling, actually.  People were scrambling to find the flying horse that
had suddenly disappeared.

I looked around.  As a lawyer, I have been trained to notice things that
are out of place, and I noticed her.  A strange face just watching others
moving around her.  I yelled out, "You!" forgetting how my body had
changed.  My voice now had this intense, deep rumble to it that caused it
to carry over the crowd.  Everybody just stopped.  I walked up to this
woman.  "Who are you?"

As matter of factly as you please, she replied, "I have no name.  I think
perhaps the more apt question would be,'What are you?' to which, the answer
would be, I am the Clay Metamorphic Servant, unit designation number 37,
commonly referred to by my creator as CMS-37."

"Okay, what are you doing here?"

"I have been assigned by the Master to act as the personal bodyguard for
the girl named Bambi Welker."

"Why?  What makes her so special?"

"Unknown.  The Master did not choose to confide in me his reasons for
ordering me as he chose."

"Who is the Master?"

"My creator."

"But who is he?"

"Beyond the knowledge of his existence as my creator and Master I have no
personal data as pertains to his identity."

"What are his plans?"

"Unknown."

"Can we trust him?  Can we trust you?"

"As to the first question, unknown.  I do know however that the Master
harbors a deep resentment and hatred of the Dark Alliance.  As to the
second, my Master has ordered me to act as bodyguard for the girl, Bambi
Welker.  He has ordered me to be obedient to the girl's desires, except
where such obedience would place the girl in danger, or place me in such a
position that I couldn't act to protect her from danger.  He has ordered me
to be truthful at all times, except for when such truthfulness might place
the girl in danger or might contradict the girl's desires.  To the extent
you believe me and my orders, I can be trusted."

"Were you the pegasus that brought Bambi here?"

"I was."  That brought a few startled looks from the group.

"What are your capabilities?"

"As an advanced CMS unit, I have the capability of shifting my form to a
variety of preset forms.  I have the capability of watching and absorbing
the forms of others.  Should I stay in one form for at least 6 hours, the
form is added to my repertoire.  Because of the fluid nature of my body, I
am nearly unstoppable, although sufficient force can disrupt me to the
point where I need to expend most of my energy on reforming."

"Would one of these forms you can assume be a 7 foot tall, four armed clay
statue?"

"Yes."

"Were you one of the three who saved me and my compatriots earlier today?"

"I was."

"Was the man in the hood the one you call Master?"

"He was."

"Was that a Hexatar staff he was wielding?"

"Unknown.  The Master has never given me its name."

I stopped and considered it.  "You must stay here.  We can't just accept
that you are on our side in this."

"Understood.  As long as the girl is within the bounds of the dual shields
of this house, I have no problem waiting between the two sets.  But if the
external shields are ever breached, I will be forced to penetrate the
internal shields in order to be close to the girl."

I wasn't sure that this CMS could do as it claimed, but I figured that if
the external shields were ever breached, we'd have a whole lot more to be
worried about than this thing.  I turned and walked back towards the house.
I went inside.  It was getting late, but I knew that the combined councils
would be meeting soon.  Jason would still be operating on the boy Bambi
brought with her.  I supposed I could still start the night's festivities
with Andrea,  but it was a birthday gift they gave me that they would spend
the night together with me in the same bed.  Since Jason was gay and wasn't
attracted to anything without a dick, this was a rare occurrence.

>From the side, I heard, "Hey."

I turned and saw Jenny and Wanda approaching.  They were dressed in
different outfits from the last time I saw them.  Not surprising since they
had disintegrated their clothes when they came together.  "Hey, yourself.
Oh, Jenny, your sister is here."

"Bambi?  What's she doing here?"

Quickly I outlined what had happened.  "So now we know who it was who saved
us," I said.

"Yeah, but we don't know why."

"Agreed."

At that point, aunt Sarah came in and said, "Ladies, the councils want to
start the meeting immediately, and they want you there."

I escorted Jenny and Wanda to the area outside where the council would be
held.  Things were discussed and decided.  Luckily, years of listening to
boring testimony made it possible for me to pay attention to all the
details of the meeting.  It was almost three hours later when the head of
the White Sisterhood's council said, "Mrs. Norman, there is an issue I'd
like to broach with you."

Lizard answered, "Yes?"

"It's about your wife.  She has the potential to be a sorceress of some
power, but she has expressed a reluctance to be away from you and her
children."

"So?"

"Mrs. Norman, we cannot afford to deplete any potential resources we may
have access to.  I'd like to ask you to encourage your wife to accept our
offer to awaken her power."

"At which point she's forced to abandon her family for a year in order to
train.  I couldn't ask that of her even if I were willing, which I am not."

"But-"

"No.  The subject is closed."

"Mrs. Norman, I don't think you understand the severity of the situation.
We are about to enter into a war for the fate of all humanity.  Perhaps,
being a Witch, you don't care-"

Lizard leapt to her feet, livid.  She slammed her fist down on the table.
"HOW DARE YOU!  My wife is human!  My children are human!  My uncle, my
cousins, my niece and nephew, all human!  And now, you dare come into my
home, threaten to take my wife away from me and say I don't care?!  I
should destroy you where you stand!"

Lin Su jumped up, clearly not willing to back down.  I saw others about to
jump in (whether to help the combatants or stop them I wasn't sure) and I
stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled loudly, getting everyone's
attention.  "Ladies and gentlemen, as stated earlier, we are about to enter
into a war for the fate of all humanity.  We CANNOT afford in-fighting."  I
turned to Lizard and said, "We cannot afford threats that will start it."
I then turned to Lin Su and said, "We cannot afford base insults that will
start it."  Both looked down, chagrined.  "Now, if you're finished
bitching, I have a potential solution for you."

"Alright," Lin Su said.

"We awaken Lynn's power, but she stays here and is trained here.  She
doesn't have to leave her family and can devote her non-family time fully
to her studies."

"Impossible, the rules for training new sorceresses have been in place for
almost five hundred years."

Sam spoke up.  "And you have not worked with one of our breed for three
times that long.  No offense, Mrs. Lin, but all our previous rules, both
Witch and Mage, must be reviewed, revised, and if necessary, discarded to
adjust for that fact.  We need to not only train new Transformees, to use a
Witch term for new magic-wielders, in the use of magic, but also in how to
work their magics with the other factions.

"Elizabeth Norman is, by far, our most accomplished Witch.  She has also
spent the last 13 years of her life working with her aunt, our head
trainer.  Combined with her link with Lynnette, this will allow her to form
and develop techniques for our groups working together, for it is only our
union that will allow us to defeat the Dark Alliance."

"But we cannot afford to spare a teacher to instruct just one sorceress."

One of the sorcerers said, "So we move our instruction areas here.  I have
seen the teaching area for all of our groups.  The one here is by far the
best.  The shields are better.  The layout is superior.  We can establish
permanent warp links between all the training areas, making this our center
of operations."

Lin Su said, "Well, it seems I am out voted.  I shall defer to the trainers
in this matter.  But tell me, how did you manage to gain such an impressive
training area?"

Aunt Sarah said, "I have been discussing just that with your trainers, and
it appears that it comes from the differences between our magics.  Where
sorcerous magics require active visualization of all aspects of a spell,
Witchly magics... flow into the cracks, finding the rough spots that would
make a spell incomplete.  It only requires active visualization of the
goal, rather than every part of the spell."

I asked, "Doesn't that make Witch magics more powerful?"

"In some ways, yes.  But that power has its drawbacks.  You may have
noticed that Witches tend not to cast spells that tamper with the minds of
others.  It is our bleeding effect that spawns that prohibition.  If a
Witch winds up making a mistake in the visualization of a spell, she might
wind up rearranging someone's mind."

"But where do sorcerers excel over Witches?"

"Rituals and enchantments.  A Witch cannot enchant items.  A Witch also
cannot create rituals.  Through the use of ritual magics a sorceress could
theoretically increase her power to the point where any spell could be
cast."

"Theoretically?"

Lin Su said, "There is a practical limit.  To increase a sorceress's power
by two times, she needs to spend 2 hours working on the ritual.  But for
every factor after that it requires doubling the time.  Three times the
power requires 4 hours, 4 requires eight, and so on.  The entire ritual
must be done at once, and since there is no way to restore fatigue
magically, at some point the sorceress has to stop."

I said, "But we have rituals.  The marriage ceremony for instance."

Sarah said, "All invented by humans during the Witch wars of the Dark Ages.
That's also why we know more about the rituals than do the human mages.
Since we can't invent or reinvent the rituals, we're much more protective
of the rituals we've got."

"Aunt Sarah, I've heard you mention the Witch wars, the Mage wars to the
sorceresses, before, but you've never gone into much detail about it.  What
happened then?"

Aunt Sarah sighed.  "It's not a proud moment in our history.  After the
fall of the Roman empire, Witches and humans stayed separate.  Like America
after the emancipation proclamation, separate but equal.  Marriages were
strictly prohibited.

"But, about 1,500 years ago, a Witch and a human sorcerer fell in love.
The sorcerer developed the bonding ritual and used it on the two of them.
When it was found out, the two were forced apart.  Strangely, they didn't
fight it.  No one knew how powerful the ritual had been, and that it was
now impossible to separate them entirely.

"But it was also discovered that the Witch was pregnant.  Up till that
time, no Witch had ever Transformed later than their twenty-fifth birthday,
and when the birthday went by and nothing occurred,the Witch was... beaten
to death for polluting Witch bloodlines."  I gasped.  "Her father
disappeared shortly thereafter.  But six years later, on the girl's
thirty-first birthday, she Transformed.

"The girl, having been tormented all her life for being a half-breed, went
ballistic with her new power.  She attacked Witches for what they did to
her and her mother, and attacked sorcerers for the father that she never
had.  They tried to stop her, but, as you know, but they didn't, a
human/Witch crossbreed is far more powerful than a full breed.  It was then
that the first Dark Alliance struck, in the chaos of her assaults.  But
they were beaten back when the half breed attacked them.

"The Witch disappeared, but a group of Witches decided at that point that
she had been too dangerous to allow a repeat, so they decided it would be
best if all Witches got together and used their combined might to strip all
humans of their magic using ability.  When the Council refused to agree
they struck on their own, starting a civil war amongst Witches."

Lin Su said, "That was when the Dark Alliance struck again.  In the
aftermath of the half breed's attack, combined with the chaos of the civil
war, they were careful to strike only human targets.  Witches that might've
been sympathetic were too preoccupied with their war to help with something
that was a "human" threat.  But then... something happened."

"What?"

Sarah said, "Humans.. lost their magic.  No one really knows how.  At
first, it was thought that the Witches seeking to annihilate human magic
potential had succeeded in casting some kind of spell, but they were as
mystified as the rest.  That was when the Dark Alliance turned to us.  With
their human foes suddenly having nowhere near enough power to stop them,
they decided to go for the whole thing.  Depleted as we were by our own
war, we didn't stand enough of a chance alone to even bother, so we sought
out the humans and formed an alliance of our own.

"We fought together, but it still wasn't enough.  The dark Alliance, thanks
to the intercession of their demon masters, still had full access to all
their magical might.  Even when the Witch rogues realized what the war they
had started had allowed to happen, and rejoined us, it still wasn't enough.

"But working together allowed the rogues to get to know humans and realize
their mistakes.  The leader of the rogues eventually discovered a way to
strike a blow against the Dark ones.  As you know, when a Witch dies, her
body disintegrates, releasing her magical energy into the world around her.
Working with a human sorcerer, the leader of the rogues discovered a way to
collect that magical energy and utilize it.

"So the rogues got together and collectively sacrificed themselves to
produce the magical energy necessary to strike at the Dark ones' source of
power, the demons them self.  They weren't able to destroy them, but they
were able to forge the other-dimensions that now serve as their prisons."

Lin Su said, "It was then that the human sorcerers struck.  They had
arranged a meeting between our two alliances, ostensibly to discuss terms
of surrender.  They were flooded with the power of the dying Witches and
struck against the Dark Alliance.  Many sorcerers lost their lives that
day, but we finally managed to blast the demons into their otherworldly
prisons.  Their subjects, no longer having the protection of their dark
masters, fell under the sway of whatever it was that had stripped the rest
of humanity of their power, and we defeated them.  But it was then that we
lost track of the Witches.  We were too depleted to search for them
magically, and by the time we got to where they were, we found nothing.  We
assumed that they had all been forced to sacrifice themselves for the war
effort."

Sarah said, "And, after the Sorcerers had their fight with the Dark ones,
the area was so devastated magically that we couldn't even scan it.  And
after a couple days, when we heard nothing from them, we just assumed that
they had been destroyed in the fight.  So we returned to our lives with a
new respect for humanity, the old laws about no mixing abolished."

I asked, "But if this battle was so devastating, why isn't there any
evidence of it?"

Lin Su said, "There is.  Where do you think the Sahara came from?  The area
was so devastated that any evidence that it had ever been anything other
than a desert had been destroyed."

"Woah."

At this point, Sam stood up and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, our discussion
has indeed borne fruit, but it is nearly 2 A.M. locally, and many of us are
tired and long past the point where we should have gone to sleep.  I
suggest we adjourn for 10 hours and return here at noon later today so that
we can all get some needed rest."

After the motion carried, Sarah said, "We can make space here for anyone
who feels they're not up to teleporting home."  Then we went our separate
ways.

I went upstairs to my room, and as soon as I walked through the door,
Andrea and Jason yelled, "Happy Birthday!"

I couldn't help but smile as they embraced me.  "I was afraid you two had
gone to sleep.  I wouldn't have blamed you."

Jason helped me out of my dress and said, "And forget our favorite girl?
Perish the thought."

Andrea said, "Besides, my pregnancy is running the same as my other two
have, and you know what that means."

"Yeah, you're horny as hell."  I knew that different people responded to
pregnancy in different ways, but so far, in both of her previous
pregnancies, Andrea had responded the same way.  For the first two
trimesters, she couldn't get enough sex, then round about the middle of the
seventh month, she just dried up.  So far, her third pregnancy had been no
different.  In her second month, she would ambush me practically as I
walked in the door, and screw my brains out.  I also heard from both Lynn
and uncle Peter that she had had them service her, too.  Not that I was
complaining, we were a very open family.

She stepped close and grabbed my now exposed breast, massaging it.  "You
know me too well.  Besides we both wanted to know what sex with your new
body would be like."

"Well, in that case..."  I drew her close to me and kissed her deeply.

"Hey," Jason said playfully, "I want to have sex with your new bod, too.
Don't I get a kiss?"

"Sorry, love."  I turned and kissed him, as deeply as I did Andrea.  "Now
since you two are already naked, let's get into bed."

Andrea said, "About fucking time," and yanked me towards the bed.

Jason said, "What am I?  Chopped liver?" and followed us.

Andrea got on the bed on her back and spread her legs.  I climbed on the
bed between her legs and said, "You are a little slut, aren't you?"

"Don't pretend you don't love it."

I bent over and buried my face in her muff.  She was already wet, but that
only added to the taste sensation.  As I licked her with long, slow
strokes, Jason got on the bed behind me and applied his mouth to my ass.
We continued to lick for a while until Jason got up on his knees and
pressed his dick into my ass.  I moaned in pleasure.  I always loved the
feeling of Jason inside of me.

I stuck my tongue deep inside Andrea and moved it in time with Jason's
strokes in me.  Jason reached around and took my dick in hand as he moved
me on his rod.  It didn't take too much longer before I came in orgasm,
spraying onto the bed beneath me.

Suddenly, the sensation of Jason's dick disappeared.  He didn't pull out,
he just disappeared.  Suddenly Andrea said, "Daphne, look!" and pointed
behind me.

I got up and looked behind me.  Kneeling there on the bed was a naked
woman.  She had cat's eyes and cat's ears.  She was staring at her own arms
in amazement, as though she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Tentatively, I said, "Jason?"

The woman looked at me and said, "Daph, what happened to me?"

"I... don't know.  Wait here."  I ran into the hall and yelled for aunt
Sarah and Lizard.

Both came running.  Aunt Sarah asked, "What is it?"

I pulled them inside and said, "SHE," pointing to the new girl, "used to be
Jason."

"What happened?  Did you accidentally cast a spell?"

"I don't think so.  I certainly wasn't imagining anything like this."

At this point Lin Su, Lynnette, sporting a new, more massive pair of
mammaries (I assumed she had been awakened), and Jenny, Wanda, and Mrs.
Welker came in.  Aunt Sarah asked, "Have you ever wondered what it would be
like if Jason were a girl?"

"NO!  I'm happy with Jason as he was!"

Then Jenny said, "There's something wrong.  This isn't just a
transformation.  This is a permanent change."

Aunt Sarah looked over and said, "You're right.  But... that shouldn't be
possible.  At least not accidentally."

Finally, Lizard spoke, "Daphy, did you experience an orgasm today?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Jason, when she orgasmed, what were you thinking about?"

He (she?) thought about it, and said, "I was looking at Daph's new wings
and wondering what it would be like to be a Witch going through
Transformation.  Then I suddenly felt my body shift, and a tingly sensation
run up my spine.  Then I was... this."

Lizard looked at me in awe.  "You're... teth-kiran."

Aunt Sarah said, "That's just a legend, isn't it?"

"You got another explanation?"

Then Lin Su said, "Somebody want to clue the non-Witches in?  What's a
teth-kiran?"

Sarah said, "Unlike your groups, Witches don't give specific numbers to our
power levels, but we do have four general classifications of power levels
amongst our kind, low, moderate, high, and ultra.  I and Sam are ultra.
Liz and Karasina are high."

"And teth-kiran?"

"According to legend, there was a fifth level, the teth-kiran.  It's old
Witch for "wish granter".  As you may have noticed, Witches'
Transformations go a long way to explaining creatures of legend.  Centaurs,
Gryphons, et cetera.  Well, teth-kiran are where legends of wish granters
come from.  Djinni, Efreet, wish granting demons, and the like.  According
to the legends, if a person has sex with a teth-kiran, and makes a wish
when the Witch orgasms, the wish is granted."

"Impressive.  Are there any limits on what can be wished for?"

"Three.  At least three that are common to all the legends.  One, you can't
kill someone or grant a wish that you know will result in the death of
someone.  You couldn't, for instance, grant a wish for an anvil to suddenly
appear over someone's head, because you know it will fall on them and kill
them.  Two, you can't bring someone back from the dead.  You can bring them
back from the brink of death, but once they've passed through the Veil,
that's it."

I said, "And the third rule is that I can't make someone fall in love?
Like in that old Disney flick?"

"No.  You can't create true love, of course, but you can easily create the
simulation of it.  No, the third rule, and the legends are clear on this,"
she looked to Jason, "you can't undo a wish you've granted.  Sorry, Jason."

"So Jason's stuck like this?"

"'Fraid so.  Now, depending on the legend, there is some debate as to
whether or not another teth-kiran can undo your wishes, but since you're
the only teth-kiran we've got, we can't find out."

Jason sighed.  "Well, I suppose there are worse things than being a girl."

"Thanks," I said.

"Oh, I'm kidding.  As long as I'm with you, what I look like is no big
deal.  Of course, the hospital just lost one of its best surgeons."

I laughed.  "A beautiful lady and modest, too."

Aunt Sarah asked, "You girls going to be okay?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

"Just remember, if you have more sex tonight be careful what you're
thinking about when Daph orgasms."

"Thanks, aunt Sarah."

After everybody left, Andrea said, "Not to be too much of a slut, but I'm
still horny.  Are you two up for some more play?"

I turned to Jason.  "I am.  Jason?"

"Actually, I'd like to see how this body performs."  She took my hand and
led me back to the bed.  "Can you lay on your back with those wings?"

"I don't know, never tried."  I got on the bed and got on my back.
Thankfully, there was no discomfort from my wings.  Jason got on the bed
beside my head.  Her hands reached out and stroked my breasts.  This was
kind of surprising.  Never before had Jason started with my tits.  In fact,
he kind of avoided them.  But now "she" was stroking them fondly.  She
smiled down at me, then leaned over and kissed me.

Andrea took my dick in hand and started stroking it.  It had already been
getting hard thanks to Jason, and Andrea had it rock solid in seconds.  She
then got above me and lowered herself onto my rod.  Jason followed her
lead, straddling my head and lowering her cunt so I could get my tongue
into her.  I then used all the skill I had gained over the years from
licking Andrea on Jason.  I used long, slow strokes, getting close, but not
actually touching her clit until she was thoroughly excited.

When both girls were thrashing about madly on top of me, I looked up and
saw them hugging and kissing.  This surprised me even more than when Jason
stroked my tits.  Before, whenever Jason got into bed with both of us, he
barely paid any attention to Andrea.  Now she was Frenching her openly,
shoving her tongue down Andrea's throat.

Soon I felt Andrea spasming in orgasm.  She stayed right where she was
riding me through another couple orgasms.  Then Jason experienced her first
orgasm as a woman.  She screamed loudly (as a man, Jason had always been a
bit of a moaner, but never a screamer), and smashed her cunt down on my
face.  I continued to lick her and she was soon experiencing her first
multiple orgasm.  That pushed me over the edge and I started spraying into
Andrea.

We collapsed together on the bed.  Jason turned around on the bed so her
head was by mine and kissed me.  I reached down and slid a finger into her
cunt.  "So how'd you like your first orgasm as a woman?"

"That was... incredible."  She moaned and humped her hips onto my hand.

Andrea reached over and started stroking Jason's tit.  Looking at them, I
guessed they were a B cup, about as big as Andrea's had been before she had
breast fed two children.  Andrea then leaned over me and kissed Jason.
Then Jason surprised me by saying, "Andrea, can I lick your cunt?"

Judging from Andrea's look, she was as surprised as me, but said, "Sure."

Andrea climbed over me and straddled Jason's head (that was her favorite
position for cunnilingus).  She lowered herself slowly, and, as soon as she
was close enough, Jason lanced her tongue out and into Andrea's cunt.
Andrea moaned and wiggled her little hiney.  I then heard, from between her
legs, Jason say, "Fuck me."

"What?" I asked.

"Fuck me.  Before I change my mind, stick your dick in my cunt."

I slid my wing out from under Jason, then got between her legs.  I fingered
her cunt a little, eliciting a low moan.  I put my dick to her slit, rubbed
it up and down her crack before gently pushing in.  I watched Jason lick
Andrea as I slowly moved in and out of Jason.  The scene was very erotic
and it was only a little while before I was cumming.  I remained hard and
continued to fuck my new wife until all three of us were cumming once again.

I lay on the bed, and Andrea and Jason shifted around and lay on my wings.
Andrea asked, "Is this uncomfortable?  Us laying on your wings like this?"

"Not at all."

"Good.  Because these wings are really comfortable."

Jason said, "I agree.  They're kind of a silky, velvety feel.  Not at all
what they look like."

"I'm glad you like them."  We kissed and snuggled up together.

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

[Elizabeth Norman]

[Transcriber's note:  The events contained here happen concurrently with
the events contained in Daphne's story above, and pick up right after the
end of the Council meeting.]

I left the council room and headed up to my room.  As I walked, I heard
from behind me, "Mrs. Norman?"

I turned and saw the head of the White Sisterhood, Lin Su, approaching me.
Between the blow up we had just had in the meeting, the late hour, and my
swollen ankles, I really didn't feel like talking much, but I resolved to
try to be civil.  "Yes, Mrs. Su?"

"I wanted to apologize.  I was out of line during the meeting."

"Well, it's late, and we've all had a rough day."

"I'm afraid I cannot use that as an excuse.  I'm from Tokyo and it's only 7
P.M. there.  And although the day has been hard, I've had worse."

"Would you mind if we walked while we talked?  I need to get off my feet."

"Sure.  I was wondering if we could go talk to your wife about awakening
her anyways."

We started heading towards the room Lynn and I shared.  "Certainly, but I
want you to know, if she decides she doesn't want to be awakened, to spend
no time away from our children, I will defend her choice.  To the death if
necessary."

"Mrs. Norman, are you aware of how serious this upcoming WAR," she said
emphasizing the word, "is?"

I sighed.  "Of course I do.  But if we sacrifice who we are, sacrifice our
integrity and basic beliefs, then we become no better than the dark forces
we fight."  She thought about it for a few seconds.  Then I asked, "Mrs.
Su-"

"Mrs. Lin, in Japanese culture the family name comes first.  But I'd prefer
it if you'd just call me Su."

"Alright, Su, do you have any children?"

"No, I'm afraid that's a problem between me and my wife."

"I'm sorry, but if you did, then you'd know that your children become the
focal point of your life.  It is unfair and wrong to force a parent from
their children without good cause."

After a few seconds of her not talking, I asked, "So why don't you and your
wife have any children?"

"It's a problem between us.  Don't get me wrong, I love my wife, but she
tricked me into making it impossible."

"How so?"

"I was born in Okinawa during the late 1910's.  At the time marriages were
arranged, and I got married at the age of 15 to a lovely young woman."

"I'm assuming you were born male?"

She nodded.  "At the age of 21, my power came to maturity.  I was one of
those upper power levels that the Collegiate Brotherhood couldn't handle.
So I was transformed into a woman, inducted, trained, and I returned home.
It took a bit of talking, but eventually I convinced her of who I was.  She
then told me that she was okay with me being a woman, but she wanted to be
sure that she would be with me when having sex, so she made me promise
never to have sex with her except in native state."

"Well, aren't you a she-male?"

"No.  In the late 70's the rules were changed.  Now, a male is scanned to
find out whether he'd be more comfortable as a she-male or as a woman, but
when I was awakened the rule was simple.  To enter the Sisterhood, you
became a woman.  Period.

"Well, anyways, I made the promise.  Knowing that some mages specialized in
self-transformation, I figured that she just wanted some assurances.  Well,
I found that I liked sex with a woman as a woman, and having an
understanding wife there really did smooth my life as a woman, but a few
years later, I got the urge for a child, so I asked her to give me the
right to give myself a penis to impregnate her.  She refused.  I tried to
convince her, but she was adamant.  Eventually, she confessed that she was
a lesbian.  She had married me out of duty and honor for her family.  She
had had sex with me as a man because it was her duty as my wife, but she
found the presence of a dick inside her to be a somewhat detestable
sensation.

"I've asked her a few times since then about it, but she remains adamant,
declaring that she will never have another dick inside her ever."

We had reached my room.  "Well, why don't you give her a dick and carry the
child yourself?  Or aren't you fertile?"  I lightly knocked on the door and
poked my head in.  Travis was asleep on the bed, Bambi laying beside him,
the covers between their sleeping bodies.  Lynn was on a chair, reading one
of her text books.  I walked in, saying, "Hey, hun.  What's up?"

Lynn said, "Hi, love.  Bambi crawled up on the bed a few hours ago and fell
asleep.  I didn't see any reason to wake her up."

"Probably isn't any.  I've got somebody here who wants to talk to you."  I
turned and noticed that Su wasn't beside me.  I returned to the door.  She
was still outside, lost in thought.  "Su?"

"Oh, sorry.  I was thinking about what you said.  It makes perfect sense.
I just never thought about it before.  My wife was the wife, and I was..."

"The husband?"  She nodded.  "Su, you have been a woman for over a half
century, almost three quarters.  Don't you think it's time to get used to
it?"

"Funny.  But you're right.  I can birth a child."

"Come on."  I escorted her inside.  "Lin Su, meet Lynnette Thompson Norman,
my wife."

Lynn, who had stood up while I was getting Su, came over and said, "Mrs.
Lin," and extended her hand.

Su took it and said, "Please, call me Su."  Then she smiled and said, "At
least you got the family name right."

I sat in the chair Lynn had vacated.  "Oh, rub it in."

"Before we start," she waved her hands a bit and voiced an incantation,
"there, one sound-proofed bed, so we don't have to worry about waking the
kids.  Mrs. Thompson, I'm here to try to convince you to allow your innate
power to be awakened."

"I've heard the arguments, and I'm not prepared to leave my children."

"You don't have to.  We have arranged to make this the center of our
learning area for all our groups so as to better train our three groups to
work together.  Further, your connection with Elizabeth will allow us to
form better techniques faster."

"I don't know.  I mean I've still got my classes."

I spoke up.  "Hun, not an option."  Lynn looked to me.  "The Dark forces
have been targeting the normal relatives of both Witches and the sorcerers
and sorceresses.  If you leave here without the protection of a magic-user
then there's every reason to believe that they'd attack you just to get at
me.  We can't afford to spare someone just so you can attend classes.  I'm
sorry."

"I understand.  I don't like it, but I understand."  Then with a frantic
tone, she said, "Wait a minute, what about my parents?  Are they in any
danger?"

"We don't know, but we've contacted them and they're flying here now."

"Flying?  Why can't you just bring them through?"

Su said, "Bring them through?"

"Witch slang for teleportation," I explained.  "Lynn, we can't bring them
through because there've been too many teleports in the immediate vicinity
already.  It puts undue stress on the reality sub-structure.  You know
that.  You were the one who refined the teleport time schedule.  If an
emergency comes up, the Witch escorting them has instructions to bring them
through, but otherwise it's safer if they're brought here the mundane way."

"Yeah, okay."

Su said, "Back to the issue at hand.  Lynn, will you allow me to awaken
your latent potentials?"

"Well, I'm still not sure."

"Lynn, not to be too blunt, but we need you.  It's a horrible thing that we
need you for, but we do need you.  And before you say no again, how would
you feel if your wife is fighting and gets injured, and you weren't there
to help her, particularly if you knew you might've been able to."

"That's uncalled for!" I yelled.

"No, it's not.  I'm sorry, Elizabeth, but you have had only one fight
against the forces of darkness.  I have been fighting them for over twice
as long as you have been alive.  It doesn't happen often, but one of the
worst feelings in life is having one of your friends killed by the dark
forces, and knowing that you could've done something had you just been
there."

I was about to say something when Lynn said, "No, Liz, she's right.  I've
only been thinking about the effect this would have on my life.  I didn't
consider you at the time.  Besides, what better way to research my chosen
field of study then by learning magic?"

"It kind of blows your unbiased standpoint though."

"Yeah, like I was ever going to get it published."

Su asked, "What's your chosen field of study?"

"I was researching the subatomic principles behind real magic.  I was
wondering if I could duplicate magical effects with science."

"Interesting.  But you will allow yourself to be awakened?"

"Yes."

Su then positioned Lynn in the center of the room, took off her blouse, and
incanted some more of that strange language.  For a couple seconds I felt
the magic energy swirl about Lynn before settling into her body.  I felt
her body tingle across the link we shared.  Then I watched as her breasts
grew noticeably.  Then I felt the energy surge across our link.  I was lost
in mystic energy.  Soon I felt Lynn slapping my face.  "Liz, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just didn't expect that."

Suddenly I felt Daphne yell for me (the result of a spell aunt Sarah cast a
while ago, if anybody needs to get a hold of anyone else then they can just
call out and be heard, no matter where in the house they are).  I got up,
and ran to Daphne's room.

[Since the events detailed in this portion of Elizabeth's diary are
detailed in Daphne's section above, they have been omitted from this file.
The full diary is available from the national archive upon request.]

I returned to my room, arm in arm with Lynn, amazed at what had happened.
Su followed us.  We went inside, and Bambi was stirring on the bed.  She
mouthed some words and I realized that the sound proofing spell went both
ways.  I looked to Su, and she canceled the spell.  "Now what was that,
hun?  We had a spell up to keep from disturbing you."

"I just asked if Lynn was awakened now?" then Bambi waved at Lynn's new chest.

"Yeah, I was," Lynn said.

"Have you cast your first spell yet?"

"Not yet."

Su said, "Which is why I came back with you.  It's standard practice to
have a new sorceress cast the spell to adjust her wardrobe to fit her new
body as her first spell."

"Okay, so what do I do?"

"First we measure your new bosom to give you the proper size to visualize.
Do you have a tape measure?"

"Not convenient," I said.

"I do," Bambi said.  "Hand me my purse."  I got her purse and handed it to
her.  She opened it up and fished out one of those mini-sewing kits.  "I
know it's almost cliche, but one of the first things I learned to do after
starting down my road to becoming a woman was learn to sew.  It helped me
and mom get close, and it really seems to relax me."  She fished out the
tape measure.  "I'm not sure if it's going to go all the way around."  She
handed it to Su.

"That's fine.  It's always easier to change something you've got than to
conjure from nothing."  Su pulled it out.  It was a 3 ft. tape, and went
around the base of her rib cage, but didn't come close to going around the
widest part of her new breasts.  A simple spell later and we found that
Lynn had changed from a 34C to a 34F cup size.  "That gives you more than
enough power at slightly more than 5,800 to cast the spell."

Then we heard, "What spells?  What are you ladies talking about?"

Bambi turned and said, "Travis!" and hugged her boyfriend.  When she
finished, she said, "I don't suppose I could talk you into believing that
this is all a big dream?"  Travis shook his head.  "Well, Travis, the world
is a hell of a lot stranger than you think."

"What do you mean?"

I walked over.  "Perhaps I can explain while Su and Lynn continue with
their lessons.  Would you care for a drink of water, Travis?"  Before he
answered, I slipped my tail from under my skirt (I keep it there out of
habit), poured a glass of water, and gave it to him, all without touching
it with my hands.  Then while he was shocked, I explained to him about
Witches, Sorceresses, the Mage/Witch wars, and the dark forces we were
about to fight.

When I finished, he asked, "So the lady with the sword for an arm, and the
woman who was part cat, I wasn't imagining those things?"

Bambi said, "No, and if I'd've known how this was going to affect you I
never would've let things get so serious between us."

"And rob from me the chance to love you?  That seems rather selfish to me."
Bambi tried to protest, but Travis put his fingers to her lips.  "No,
Bambi, I will not let you feel guilty for what those killers did to me.  If
someone had explained to me everything that was going to happen today, all
the pain I was going to go through, before I went through it, it wouldn't
have changed a thing, because changing would've meant abandoning you.  And
I would never...  will never do that."  Travis pulled Bambi's head to his
and kissed her.  "I was going to ask this on your 18th birthday, but Bambi
Welker, will you marry me?"

Bambi just sat there, shocked.  Eventually she said, "I'll think about it."

"Okay."

I said, "Now, Travis, both your doctor and your nurse left strict
instructions that you were to get your rest.  Now curl up and go to sleep.
We'll all be here in the morning."

"Okay."  Travis did just that and Bambi curled up beside him and they fell
asleep together.

I turned back and saw Lynn in her blouse, which now fit her larger bosom.
"Well," she asked, "what do you think?"

"Looks good."  I walked over and kissed her.  "But I think you'd look good
in a burlap sack."

"Flatterer."

Su said, "We all better get to sleep, tomorrow's going to be a big day."

"Agreed.  Do you want to spend the night here?"

"No, thanks.  Your aunt gave me one of the guest rooms.  But thanks, anyways."

After Su left, I conjured up a mattress for Lynn and I to sleep on, and
then I fell asleep with her in my arms.

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

[Daphne Newell]

I woke up in the middle of the night.  Andrea was still sleeping
comfortably beside me, but Jason was missing.  I slid out from underneath
her (amazed at how easily I could do that), and went looking for Jason.  I
found her in the family room, watching T.V.  An old episode of Baywatch was
on.  It was from an earlier season.  I could tell because it still had some
of the original cast members on it.

I stepped up behind her and said, "Hey, wife of mine, what's up?"

Jason sighed.  "I used to love watching this show.  I used to stare at
David Hasselhoff in his bathing suit and wonder what he was like in bed."

"And now?"

"Now I love watching it, but I'm wondering what Pamela Anderson is like in
bed.  Y'know I always liked Andrea, but I never felt anything towards her,
sexually, I mean.  But after I Transformed, it was all I could do to keep
from pouncing on her.  Daph, what happened to me?"

"I don't know."

>From behind me, I heard Aunt Sarah say, "I do."  We turned, and she came
over saying, "The same thing happened to me.  Before my Transformation, I
had never been interested in any guy.  Then I became a woman, and, all of
the sudden, I was interested only in guys.  Jason, you've defined a good
part of your life as being gay, and now that you're a woman that hasn't
changed.  But you're a gay woman, only interested in other women."

I thought about it, and, scared of the answer, asked, "Jas, how do you feel
about me now?  Now that you're a woman?  I mean, you loved me as a man, and
you're saying your sexual viewpoint is all turned around and backwards now."

"Oh, hun, I love you.  Always have, always will.  I never told you this,
but there was one girl I was very attracted to."

"Should I be jealous?"

"No.  It was David's cousin Daphne.  Before I knew you were one and the
same.  We've always been connected, and no magic is powerful enough to
change that."

I hugged her to me.  "Wait a minute.  Aunt Sarah, if Jason's Transformation
couldn't change his feelings towards me, how come they changed your
feelings towards Andrea?"

>From behind me, I heard Andrea say, "Because ours wasn't a soul link."  She
came over and said, "I loved Alexander, and I love Sarah, but it's not the
deep emotional connection I share with you."

"Are you sure ours is a soul link?"

"Yeah.  But where yours and Jason's was instantaneous, ours was forged when
I held Trina in my arms." [Transcriber's note:  Trina is the name of Daphne
and Andrea's first born child.]

I hugged them both to me, and noticed something.  "Jason, are you wearing
perfume?"

"No.  Why?"

"You smell different.  Good different, but different."

Andrea sniffed at Jason, and said, "I don't smell anything."

Aunt Sarah said, "Neither do I.  It's probably your new nose.  It may be
more sensitive than your old one."

Jason said, "Can you cast a spell to see if there's something wrong with me?"

"Sure.

Bears, bovines, birds, and bee,
Anything wrong?  Let me see."

I felt the magic swirl around aunt Sarah and Jason.  Eventually, the magic
stopped and Sarah said, "Hmm.  Welcome to womanhood, Jason.  You're
pregnant."

"Jason, threw her head back on the couch and said, "I was afraid of that.
When I was licking Andrea earlier I was wondering what it'd be like to be
pregnant, then you came.  I was wondering if those two were close enough."

Andrea sat beside Jason and hugged her.  "Don't worry, hun.  I'm only a
couple months ahead of you, so we can live through our pregnancies
together."

Jason hugged her back.  Then she said, "I have been thinking about
something.  Daphne, now that you're a Transformed Witch, as well as I am,
would you and Andrea go through the Witches' marriage ceremony with me?"

I said, "I'd love to."

Andrea said, "Me, too."

Then I asked, "Aunt Sarah, what are you doing up this late?"

"Well I just got settled into bed with Peter when Elena, our newborn,
decided to wake us for her first middle of the night feeding.  I heard the
T.V. on and came down to see what's up.  I heard you talking and decided to
put in my two cents."

Jason said, "Thanks."

"No problem.  Now you three better get some sleep.  Jason and Daph have
both got classes in the morning and Andrea shouldn't get overtaxed."

"Oh, I'm fine."

"Humor an old Witch."

Andrea smiled.  "I may go to bed, but no guarantees on when I'll go to sleep."

Aunt Sarah shook her head.  "Just don't keep those two up too late.
They'll have a full day tomorrow."

Andrea blew aunt Sarah a kiss and aunt Sarah went back to her room.  Then
the three of us went back to our room, my arms and wings wrapped around
them.  We fooled around a bit before we fell asleep together.

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

[Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams]

INTERVIEWER:  Ladies and gentlemen, you have been listening to the world's
most powerful sorceress and her review of the events that served as a
prelude to the event known as The Restoration.  Now allow me to introduce
Jenny's wife, Wanda Adams.

[Enter stage right, Wanda Adams, a beautiful redhead.  Jenny stands, the
two kiss, and sit down.]

INT:  Welcome, Mrs. Adams.

Wanda:  Please, call me Wanda.

INT:  Alright then, Wanda.  Jenny was just telling us how you two reunited
after the period where she had met Daphne.  Where you two... became overly
amorous right in front of everyone else.

Wanda:  Yes, I heard.

INT:  Well, why don't you tell us what happened next?

[Note:  Events described above have been omitted from this particular
transcript.]

INT:  So after you found out about Jason's Transformation, what did you do?

Wanda:  There wasn't much we could do.  We went and got in bed.  Mrs.
Lawrence, Daphne's aunt Sarah, had arranged to get us a room of our own.
We went and got some sleep.  I suppose normally we would've had some sex,
but we were too exhausted.

When we woke the next morning, we were refreshed and ready for the day.
Lucky thing, too.

INT:  Why is that?

Wanda:  Shortly after breakfast we all felt a mystical surge against the
outer shields.  We felt a penetration through the inner shield, and that
clay woman ran in.

She... it said, "There is a Dark Alliance assault force outside your
shield.  I estimate less than 5 minutes before they penetrate those
shields.  I am going upstairs to protect the child."

As she ran upstairs, we all went outside.  We saw a full assault force, 30
of the best the dark ones had to offer.  And it was just Jenny and me,
Sarah, the two Elizabeth's, Welker and Norman, and Lin Su.  Everyone else
had gone home.  We had Daphne, Lynnette, and Jason as an emergency reserve,
but none of them had any training.

INT: 5 to 1 odds.  Not good.

Jenny:  Tell me about it.  We figured if we let them break through it would
be worse for us.  So we attacked them with a preemptive strike.  We held
our own for a while, the few getting past us were taken out by Daphne.  But
as was inevitable, they started to overwhelm us.

Wanda:  But just as things seemed their bleakest, we heard a screech from
above us.  Everybody, and I mean everybody, looked up.  Sam and Karasina
Kravitz had teleported in, far enough away so that no one sensed it, and
were diving at the dark forces.  They were so shocked that three died
without moving from Sam's claws.  Karasina dived through, touching people
and forcing them to fight transformation spells.  About half failed and
became bunny rabbits.  The other half were too paralyzed to fight the rest
of us.

Things evened out then as other sorcerers and sorceresses teleported in.
Soon we had our first victory against a major dark force.

INT:  And we'll find out what happened next right after these messages.

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

[Dorina Tempus]

I entered the comm room.  My slut of a daughter was in her nightgown.  She
was too vital a resource to keep out of the comm room, but, as a sign of
her servitude to me she would never be out of her lingerie.

"How goes our assault on the Lawrence home?"

"All forces lost."

"Good."

One of the men said, "Good?  I don't understand."

I glared at him.  "You're not paid to understand."  He remained quiet as I
turned to my slave and said, "Come with me."  I used my magic to silently
summon three men to my room.  I then returned to my room and my slave
followed.

When we got there, I reached under her nightgown and ripped her panties off
of her.  I threw her to the bed and told her to spread her legs.  I pulled
my dick out of my pants, climbed atop her, cast a spell and fucked her
brains out.  When I finished I noticed the three men were waiting outside.
My brat of a "girl" started whining for food.  For once in her life her
timing was impeccable.  I cast a spell on my slave's breasts and summoned
the men inside.

"Strip!" I told them.  As they did, I told my slave, "Feed your sister.
Your breasts now give milk."

"But, Mistress, that means-"

"I know what it means!  Do it!"

She looked at me in shock, but walked over, picked up the brat and placed
him to her tit.  As soon as he latched onto her nipple, and the milk
started to flow, I felt the familiar urge rise.  I pulled my pants down,
stepped out of them and walked to the men, ripping my shirt off as I went.

I grabbed the first man and threw him to the bed.  I climbed onto the bed,
grabbed his cock, stroked it to hardness and impaled myself on it.  I
started to ride up and down on him as another man got on the bed behind me.
The man grabbed my hips, pressed his dick to my hole and shoved in.  I rode
the two, lost in the sexual fever.  I looked around, saw the other man
waiting.  I reached out, grabbed his dick, and pulled it over, shoving it
into my mouth.  The three moved together in rhythm, fucking until they
sprayed deep into me.

At that point I lost myself totally to the fever, fucking and sucking.
When I recovered, I was laying in bed with the three men.  In disgust I
disintegrated them, blowing the ashes from my bed.  I stood and saw my
slave feeding her sister.  "How long was I out of control?"

"Almost a day and a half."

I stood, feeling semen leak from every orifice, my body drenched in the
stuff.  "Draw me a bath," I told her.

She ran into the bathroom.  I slowly walked there, hearing the water run.
When I got there, I got into the tub without even pausing.  As I settled
in, she asked, "Ma'am, why are you getting pregnant now when the war is
about to start?"

"The war has started.  But it won't get into full swing for another year or
so.  If I had continued to feed the brat, she might've weaned herself from
my tits, forcing me to get pregnant at an inopportune time.  This way when
the war goes into full swing, we'll both have given birth to our children."

"WE?!"

"Yes.  I have found it somewhat cathartic to have someone else suffering
alongside me.  Of course, in order to make sure you will suffer more than
me, you will carry and birth triplets."

She put her hands to her belly.  After a while she said, "Ma'am, may I ask
why you threw those men uselessly against the Witch's home?"

"No, you may not.  Now scrub my back."  As the girl leaned in and scrubbed
me, I smiled, thinking of the war to come.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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