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A Change of Direction
Part 3
by Tigger Copyright 1997, all rights reserved.

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A Change of Direction
Chapter 9

Laurie gently eased her tired body into the steamy, fragrant
bubbles and all but whimpered with pleasure.  The two weeks since
she had fouled up the Transformation of her son Jack into her
daughter Jacqui had been difficult, to say the least.  All the
same, there had been a few noteworthy successes.  

She was lying in one of them.  Jacqui had fallen hopelessly in
love with bubble baths.  Quite a departure from the son who
thought that more than two minutes in a shower was wasted time. 
Of course, the innate sensuousness and sensuality that the
Transformation imposed on Jacqui had a great deal to do with
that.  After that first time, when she had needed to frog-walk
the girl into the tub after their marathon shopping expedition,
Jacqui had  practically grown webbed feet.  It was a good thing
they each had their own full bathroom or it would have been
shampoo bottles at ten paces and may the more determined woman
get the tub.

After a week of work, she had convinced Jacqui that she could
live with hair longer than the skull hugging bob she'd found in a
fashion magazine.  Not that her daughter would not have looked
fantastic in that hairdo.  They had ended up compromising, again. 
The result was a trim that left enough hair to reach down her
back to her shoulder blades, but that was easy to brush out in
the morning and that tended to stay out of Jacqui's face.

The trip to the gynecologist had been a revelation to both of
them.  Laurie had been dumbfounded to learn that her daughter was
"virgo intacto".  That meant that her son had never enjoyed
sexual intercourse with a girl or woman.  By its very nature, the
Transformation Spell Transformed virgins into virgins.  Well,
that was one experience that Jacqui had to look forward to that
Laurie had no personal knowledge of - Larry had not been a virgin
when his Mother had Transformed him, so Laurel had not possessed
an intact hymen at her "birth".  That could pose problems later
on.  She would need to discuss this with the others.  For Jacqui,
the unhappy discovery that "Dr. M. L. Sullivan" was a woman whose
name was Michelle Louise had been daunting.  It was something of
a hoot to try and convince the girl that, given that she was now
a girl, undressing and being intimately examined by a female was
*supposed* to be less embarrassing for her.  Still, it had all
gone very well, and if Jacqui had asked questions more suited to
a 12 year old just entering puberty than to a fully developed and
nearly mature 18 year old, the doctor had done nothing to make
her daughter more uncomfortable than she already was.  All in
all, the doctor did Jacqui a lot of good.  Laurie would remember
her for the others who had sons due for Transformation.

The brassieres had been a minor problem.  Jacqui hadn't
understood how to adjust them and had finally been forced to come
to her Mother for help because her shoulders and breasts hurt so
badly at the end of the day.  The misadjusted bras were pulling
her bosoms in directions nature had not intended and were not
distributing the weight properly.  Besides, she had adjusted the
back straps much too tightly in an effort to use the bras to hide
her nicely rounded breasts.  A few adjustments and realignments,
along with a little motherly advice had solved those problems. 
And it wasn't as if the girl was grossly huge, anyway.  She had a
lovely figure, curvy where she should be, slender where she
should be.  If only she'd appreciate it, Laurie mourned.

Cosmetics were another non-winner.  The memory of Jacqui's
furious tantrum at home after Laurie had sprung an unannounced,
full up make-over on the girl during that visit to the beauty
parlor still made Laurie shudder.  That blowup had surprised
Laurie almost as much as Jacqui's reaction to the Transformation. 
She had looked so lovely when the beauty consultant had finished
with her, but Jacqui had not uttered a single word from the time
the beautician had arrived at Jacqui's chair until they arrived
home at the end of the day.  She had, however, more than made up
for that silence once she had gotten her Mother behind closed
doors.  

Laurie had finally resorted to a little magical probing to figure
out what had provoked so violent a reaction.  It would have been
funny had it not been so sad.  Jacqui's still male mind had been
turned on by Jacqui's beautifully made up face, and *he* (and it
most definitely was the part of Jacqui that was still *he*) had
not been able to handle it.  And like most males when faced with
something they can't handle, Jacqui had gone livid and had lashed
out at the 'cause' of her problem.  That had cost them a couple
of days of seething tension. Worse, it had ended the shaky truce
between them, as well. Jacqui cooperated with Laurie's lessons,
but otherwise spent as little time as possible in her Mother's
presence.  Fortunately, things were settling down once again.

With Jacqui's somewhat grudging cooperation, other, important
lessons were proceeding apace.   Jacqui was trying manfully
(again the correct term) to be womanly.  If the tone of Laurie's
teaching was more appropriate to a Victorian girl still in the
schoolroom than to a modern woman of the nineties, well, Laurie
thought, that served a purpose, too.  The very exaggerated
gestures and movements she had drilled into him were too
theatrical to be of any use in a modern setting, but what was
left over, when Jacqui wasn't "acting out for teacher", was
nicely feminine.  

In the course of these lessons, Jacqui had walked back and forth
across the living room in her new high heels, balancing Jane
Austen's _Pride and Prejudice_ on her head.  She had learned to
sit demurely, with her back straight and her knees together
thanks to a few judiciously placed straps for reminders.  She'd
learned to pour and serve tea with the dexterity and aristocratic
snobbery of a Regency Dame.  She'd read, under duress, romance
novels which she was subsequently quizzed on about the heroine's
feelings and motivations.

Her forays into public had gotten a bit easier as she'd become
more used to her new skin and to the clothing that Laurie
insisted she wear.  Jacqui looked particularly good in Laura
Ashley, but then, most good looking young women did.

The more intimate lessons had been the hardest ones to get across
to her only semi-willing pupil.  Teaching her daughter the
fundamentals of feminine hygiene had not been a fun experience
for either of them.  Jacqui had twice stormed off in a humiliated
huff during those lessons.  Only the fear for her daughter's
health had spurred Laurie to finish those lessons. An internal
infection might damage Jacqui's reproductive system which would
put paid to any chance she might have of undoing the
Transformation. Laurie had finally resorted to a minor touch of
magic in order to convince Jacqui of the need for these female
ablutions.  Amazing what a simple urinary tract infection or just
a taste of a vaginal yeast infection had done to help her
daughter understand the ramifications of not keeping the inner
woman clean.

By tacit agreement, they'd left the twin issues of sex and
sexuality alone.  Although  Jacqui would have to face them when
she went back to school, there were ways of avoiding the issue
for a short while longer.  For one thing, it was going to take
real effort to get the girl to go out with a boy, period, and for
another, her child went to school for two things, learning and
sports.  She would have only the most innocent of contact with
boys for the time being.  Laurie was entirely happy to let that
particular hurdle stay in the future.  Jacqui needed more time to
learn better the scope of her new body's needs and demands.  At
the same time, she needed to learn some control of her physical
reactions, as well.

The last thing Laurie wanted was for Jacqui to slip up with some
guy and get herself pregnant.  It was simply too soon.  Getting
pregnant now, without the fundamental grounding in magic
necessary to finish learning the Transformation Spell, wouldn't
do her daughter any good.  Jacqui simply had too much to learn
before she could begin to wield the power she would need to be
male again.  Telling her that she had to get pregnant once was a
conversation Laurie wished she could avoid.  Having to tell her
that her first pregnancy wasn't enough did not bear thinking
about.

Secondly, and just as importantly, she took Jacqui's threat of
abortion and self-sterilization seriously.  Laurie knew the
rigidity of her son's will (and his sheer pigheaded stubbornness)
and really feared what *he* might do before her *daughter* had
finished sorting herself out.  She only hoped that Jacqui took
her own threat of using mind control magic just as seriously. 
Otherwise, they were in deep trouble because the threat was
hollow.  She would not, could not do that to Jacqui, because that
would be exactly what Jacqui had accused her of doing -
destroying the last of her child's dreams.

Laurie needed to talk to her Sisters.  Some decisions had to made
quickly and she needed their wise counsel.  Maybe tomorrow she'd
call Bronwyn.

The chill of the rapidly cooling bath water pulled Laurie back
from her reveries.  Quickly, she washed off and got out of the
tub.  Her mind would not let her rest and she found herself going
downstairs to get a book.  On her return, she heard a muffled
sound coming from inside Jacqui's room.  She was about to
discount it as her imagination, when she heard it again.  It was
a moan of pain.  Tiptoeing over to the door, she peeked in. 
There on the bed, laying on her side and huddled into a fetal
position about her pillow, was her daughter. 

Laurie moved into the room and settled on to the bed beside
Jacqui.  She looked up from her pillow, misery clouding her eyes. 
"Mum, I'm sick.  I think I have that flu bug again, like I caught
last winter.  I feel so nauseous and my lower belly is in knots." 
Jacqui was in such discomfort, she forgot she was still cross
with Laurie.

Laurie had been expecting this.  She had described this
experience vividly in the diary she'd taken to keeping after her
own Transformation.  It was right on time, she mused, and
evidently just as rough as her own first time.  Gently, she put a
soothing hand on her daughter's sweaty forehead and massaged her
temples.  "It's all right, luv." she whispered.  "It's not the
flu.  It is just the first arrival of your monthly.  To be sure,
this is one of the less attractive aspects of your new station in
life, but it is a miracle, none-the-less.  You are a woman, now,
Jacqui.  You are starting your first menses."

Jacqui pulled her covers over her head. "Oh, god, I had
completely forgotten that part of this."  Another groan signaled
the onset of another round of cramps.  "I don't know how I will
ever forgive you for this, Mother."

Although the words were sharp, the tone was not.  It reminded
Laurie of the gentle male/female bantering she used to engage in
regularly with her son.  It actually warmed her. "I know just how
you feel, luv.  I said much the same thing to my own Mum about
this time after she Transformed me."  Reaching down, she pulled
the covers off her daughter and admired for a brief instant the
lovely nightgown she wore.  Jacqui had steadfastly refused to
model her nightwear for her Mother, giving Laurie cause to wonder
if she was sleeping in the buff.  Evidently not, she thought
happily.  "Come along with me, Miss.  Time for your first lesson
on the care of the menstruating female.  You don't want to get
that lovely night shift all messy, now do you?"

The technical aspects of inserting the tampon had been acutely
embarrassing for her child.  Sitting on the toilet, splaying her
legs  wide so that her *Mother* could demonstrate the process,
had nearly reduced the girl to tears.  Laurie had tried to make
things easier for them both by injecting some humor into the
proceedings, but Jacqui's expression told her that there was
*nothing* funny about it.  Maybe she'd look back on it, someday,
and see the humorous bits in it, Laurie thought hopefully.

Once the immediate problem of leakage was under control, Laurie
had put Jacqui back to bed and given her a gentle back massage. 
Her knowledgeable fingers soon relaxed the tight muscles of
Jacqui's abdomen and her daughter fell asleep almost immediately
thereafter.

A quick, magic-assisted examination of her daughter proved that
all of Jacqui's internal organs were working and fully female. 
Phase one was complete.  Her daughter was a fertile, sexually
mature female.  She could now begin  learning magic.  Her body
had just taken the critical first step toward reversing the
Transformation she hated so very much.  The next step would come
in ten to sixteen days when she ovulated for the first time.

Quietly pleased, Laurie tiptoed back to her room and went to
sleep.

End Part 3


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